#a touch of jealousy and then!!!! cutie pie

[sobbingsapphic]

the contrast in their expressions…

[shapard]

A Love tail that started with Jealousy ⛓️

Lucifer x GN!reader

A/n: Chapter 9 of "Feather of Fate" takes longer than I expected. So, I got a one shot/Scenario for my pookies who are waiting❤️

You fell in love with your dear friend Lucifer. Distancing yourself from him is hard but you had to do what you have to do.

Spoiler: It didn't work out the way you planned.

You sat at the reception in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. 

You are the receptionist of this lovely place; well, you were forced by Alastor. The one who owns your very own Soul. 

The time you spent in the Hotel was way better than you had expected. 

The sinners were nice, beside Alastor, and Charlie is a cutie pie. And you don’t even want to start with Lucifer.

He was so pure and didn’t judge you in any way. He supported you more than anyone else did. Here in hell and on earth.

He was always there.

A real friend. 

But Nothing good ever lasts long. 

After weeks in this friendship, you found yourself stuck in this messed up feeling called love. 

And it scared you. 

He is the Royalty of Royalty. 

He is the king of Hell.

It didn’t change the fact that you loved him with every part of your being.

You have to admit yourself that this feeling brings danger, danger to you but also to Lucifer. 

Alastor could use you against him.

So, you distanced yourself from him. 

It was bitter, a taste that never left your tongue. But you must protect yourself. 

He only sees you as a friend. Nothing more. 

As much as it hurts, at least you know before trying too hard. It was a fight between mind and heart. 

You ached for him. 

You wanted him to feel the same. But that’ll never happen. 

You distracted yourself by going out to the club with Angel. Getting drunk to numb the growing ache and pain that swelled in your chest.

But even that didn’t last long, you longed for him. Just seeing him reminds you of your misery.

Love really is the greatest curse of them all. 

Despite the fact that you two will never be and never will date around. Your heart still bloomed for Lucifer. 

You are surprised as you see Lucifer in front of you.

you gulped hard and anxiety and love pumped up in your heart, down to your stomach. You felt sick. 

“I Apologize that I have to disturb you from your work. But I couldn’t contact you for couple weeks. I’m worried.” He fiddled with his hat that rested in his hands, his pure golden hair was flowing with grace in the air. 

Fuck You internally cursed.

“I-“ You stopped talking, your words caught up in your throat. It felt like a knot that gets larger with every breath you took. 

To your savior the front door was slammed open, and a sinner entered the lobby. 

His eyes searched through the room till they landed on you. 

It is Mark, one of your recent dates. 

Not him.

You broke contact with him. Mark was way too obsessed and wouldn’t stop touching you at places that are a no no. 

He called out your name and tried jumping on you but Lucifer stepped between. Shielding whatever that guy wanted to do with you.

Mark fell with full force on the ground.

“Woahh. Let’s calm down, yeah?” Lucifer butted in and pushed Mark gently with his cane. 

Lucifer was disgusted but also angry.

Mark jumped up pushing Lucifers cane off him in the process. 

“I’m here to talk with them, not with you.” He growled at Lucifer and walked towards you in extreme speed.

Mark called out your name in a sang tone. 

You stood up and wanted to flee from his embrace, but it was too late. 

He cuddled you with much force on to him, his hand locked tightly on your ass.

You attempted to push him away from you, but his hold was way to strong. 

Lucifer grabbed Mark on his collar throwing him off of you. 

His horns were full on display and a bounce light was highlighting them in a beautiful way. His tail flicked from side to side, and he used his demonic voice to show off his dominance. 

“Get the fuck off of them!” Lucifer was not playing. 

The fact that a mere peasant jumped on you and touched you without consent was already a reason to kill him. 

Mark disobeyed his own king and touched his Love was his death sentence. 

Scared Mark ran away like a lost puppy but called you a Slut in the meantime. 

So, Lucifer killed him. 

Throwing Mark body in a dumpster near the Hotel.

With two seconds he was standing in front of you bowing in 90° and held your hand softly in his. 

The blood from the sinner was still fresh on his Hands but you two didn’t care. 

He kissed your hand softly and looked you deeply in your eyes with his snake like red Iris.

He knew that you were avoiding him the couple of weeks.

But now he was blinded with jealousy to even care about it.

“You’re mine. got it?”

💫

@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger

[ilovealonelystar]

10 reasons that made me BJYXSZD

Each video/scene I refer to is linked. Not necessarily in order of importance.

This WYB lovely eyes. OMG HE'S SUCH A CUTIE PIE! I obviously haven't watched ALL videos of WYB interacting with other people, but in the ones I watched, I've never seen, to this day, this look again.

2. This soft WYB "yeah". And this one too. Why was Yibo so cute and lovely that day?

3. XZ jealousy on Happy Camp hahaha SCARY GG.

4. They not moving or looking uncomfortable when they touch each other (excluding some specific times like that one interview when they accidentally brush their fingers and get so shy hahaha)

5. Obviously (almost) every turtle will say that WYB talking non-stop with XZ while everybody else in the world says he doesn't talk. But, besides that, on the behind-the-scenes footage you see that WYB talks a lot with the other cast members, the staff, etc, so this is even more important to me because I believe XZ helped WYB to feel validated and comfortable enough to step out of his shell around him and everybody else that summer.

6. This silly tiny little tidbit when WYB is (super excitedly) saying bye-bye to XZ and saying he'll see him tomorrow and the director makes that suspicious "hummmm....... uhuhuh" pointing his finger to him like when you're talking to your crush and your friend keeps teasing you.

7. I know they stare into each other eyes A LOT but there are some special scenes, like this one on the day of WYB bday when XZ sings Kepler (and WYB sings a tiny bit of Nan Hai)... the way they look at each other sends a shiver down my spine.

8. XZ gifting WYB a helmet on his bday. They are always hitting each other, screaming, poking, cursing, etc etc etc the whoooole time during the behind-the-scenes footage but the way GG talks here is so so so lovely. And WYB being a tiny lil' baby so excited and happy with his gift.

9. !!SKIP THIS ONE IF YOU'RE A "DEVIL'S TIMELINE" BELIEVER!! (maybe I'll skip it myself) Based on what they say, they never talked to each other before the script reading and WYB is always claiming he's a slow starter with strangers but... even at the script reading DD is already making jokes, laughing like a gremlin, GG touching DD's back... (is this slow? 😏) so I think they really hit if off with each other since day 01.

10. WYB never said (that I'm aware of) he thinks of XZ as a brother to him, always refers as a "good friend". I don't know if this one is a bit of a stretch, but I think it's ~at least~ odd how he never ever said XZ is like a brother to him due to their age gap, or the way they are so silly together, or even because XZ helped him a lot with his acting during TU shooting.

**Bonus: based on my own life experience (I met my husband 19 years ago due to our shared love for a specific hard rock band), I think it's so cute this ~kinda early~ behind-the-scenes part, when they are still a bit shy and awkward around each other, and WYB starts singing Hello Kitty by Avril Lavigne and XZ is like "wow! do you know this too?" and then they spend the rest of that shooting singing/humming some Avril's songs 🥺 I think their shared love for Avril Lavigne, Blackpink?, k-pop, and music in general, helped them bond a lot.

[boywithpinkcarnation]

tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.

[rendawngrimes]

Yandere Harry Potter Alphabet! <33

Dark (ish) themes below the cut!

I’m so so sorry if there’s any grammar or timeline mistakes :(( (He’s a cutie pie :3)

A-affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

- Harry loves holding you, he’s almost always touching you and he tends to keep close.

B-Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

- He could possibly have to get rid of a few people, but he wouldn’t really try to go out of his way. Perhaps using the unforgivable curse, but I doubt it.

C-Cruelty: How would they treat their darling?/ are they cruel to them

- he’s never cruel! :(( he loves you!! Harry would never be cruel, he’d probably tease, but nothing that bad!

D-Darling: Aside from (possible) abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

- I honestly don’t think he would make you do a bunch against your will, maybe a few small, simple things like making you eat your food, He wants what’s best for you!

E-Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

- He bears his whole heart (and more) to you! He is a little vulnerable, so you can use it to your advantage….but why would you want to!??

F-Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

- He’d be a little annoyed, sad even..he’d tease you about it a little though!…he’d most likely end up casting some sort of charm to make you shush up

G-Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

- NO!! absolutely not! This isn’t some kind of sick, twisted game to him! And he hates seeing you attempting to leave!! :(

H-Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

- I honestly think your worst experience with him would be when he first kidnapped I mean.. saved you!

I-Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

- He’d probably just want to be happy with you….forever and ever and ever and ever….

J-Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 

- Harry is honestly a jealous behind! before he “saved” you he would see you talk to other boys and he’d complain to both Ron and Hermione..!

K-Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

- He’s really clingy and overprotective, you’d be sitting on the couch, relaxing a little and he would come along and just plop down with you! Too many hugs!

L-Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

- Ever since you both first met, you became friends, he obviously liked you…so he would do small, tiny things to get your attention..

M-Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

- Not really, he’s just a lot more touchy.! sorry this one’s short :(

N-Naughty: How would they punish their darling

- Nothing mean, he’d probably just scold you a little, if you still don’t listen..he’d smack you around a little bit (GENTLY…ish)

O-Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

- I think the main one is….the right to being alone!! Its gone! You can kiss it Bye bye!!

P-Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 

-Harry tries to be patient, but sometimes you make it hard..! Why would you do that to him?? he just wants to make you happy!! :((

Q-Quit: If their darling leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 

- i don’t think he could ever move on..he loves you!..but that’s ok because he has a trusty map that’ll always tell him where you are! (It’s his elite employee!! Hehe)

R-Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? 

- Whenever he sees you cry over it, his heart cracks a little and he tries to comfort you, but letting you go is a big no no :((

S-Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc.)?

-When he first met you, he was in the library, with Ron and Hermione, you asked if one of them could help you find a section of books, and you all became friends, over time Harry noticed how Professor Snape would yell at you, how people would laugh at you, he needed to get you away from those meanies!! >:(

T-Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

- as I said a little earlier, it would make him upset, he’d do his best to comfort you!!

U-Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

- Nothin much besides the fact he’s a wizard! 🤠 (yehaw!!) but in all seriousness, Not really, he’s on the gentle side though!

V-Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

- Honestly, I don’t think there is anything you can do, with all the magic, and the map :( although there’s a tiny chance Ron or Hermione would save you!

W-Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

- gently! He’d gently hurt you, he’d feel bad!..you made him do it anyways! :(

X- Xoanon How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

- Harry probably wouldn’t worship you, just love you!..a whoooleee lot :)

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

- maybe a few years of being one of your best friends

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

WHAT!? NO NEVER!!

Whooo yay that’s my first time ever writing on an app!! I’m so proud >:3 thank you sm for reading🫶 if you have any requests or tips on how to get better please tell me<33

[adoresoperecs]

all mine (smut)

in which you come home tipsy and jk is upset (angst,fluff)

kiss it better (angst,fluff)

milf (smut)

rest and attention (fluff)

jungkook with chubby gf pt2 (smut,fluff)

midnight snack (fluff)

obsessed (smut)

remedy (fluff)

late for work (smut)

Flower girl (fluff)

lovesick emergency (fluff)

his hot 100 (fluff)

boyfriend drabbles pt 9 (fluff)

late for work (smut,fluff)

jealousy (smut)

trust issues (fluff,smut)

slideshow (smut)

are you my soulmate? (fluff)

monitoring duty (fluff)

suck them (smut)

what he wants he gets (fluff) YANDERE JK

i will never not think about you (fluff)

r u mine? (angst,fluff)

something new (smut)

champagne confetti (smut)

show you what devotion is (smut)

rock the boat (smut)

what you need (fluff,smut)

your boyfriend won’t stop touching you (fluff)

like that (smut)

rainy day (fluff)

my little saesang (fluff)

in a world full of boys he’s a gentlemen (fluff)

i touch myself just thinkin about you (smut)

best friends (smut) JK is a gaslighter lol

overseas freedom (smut)

handle with care (smut)

you’ll let me (smut)

beside you (smut)

can’t deny (fluff)

birthday boy (smut)

Jungkook Eating Your Pussy / Audio Smut

another smut audio

Daddy Issues (smut)

Keeping you in bed (smut)

making a sanrio box for your boyfriend (fluff)

princess treatment (fluff)

sanrio shopping (fluff)

like that (smut)

the silent “i love you” (fluff)

show imprints (fluff)

new beginnings (fluff)

just roommates (fluff)

like crazy (smut)

brothers best friend (smut)

slipping through my fingers (fluff)

domestic daydreams (fluff)

m (smut,fluff)

Love (fluff)

My time (smut)

cyber boy (fluff,smut)

cutie in the kitchen (fluff)

swipe right (fluff,smut)

in motion (smut)

mentally, physically weak(smut)

lovers (yandere)

please please PLEASE (fluff?)

good girl,gone bad (smut)

say it (fluff,smut)

wait you’re a virgin? (smut)

your ex tryna get you back (fluff)

creamy pie (smut)

pretty when you cry (smut)

confessions (smut)

strawberry bunny (smut)

seven days a week (smut)

jungkook loves your breasts (smut)

Friendly strangers (smut)

Hoodie w/ Jungkook

Threesome

Oppa (fluff)

Irresistible (fluff)

Cherry (smut)

Fall back in love (fluff,smut)

Numb to the feeling (smut)

Practice

seonbaenim!

Fixation

Cherry flavor (fluff,smut)

Lips (smut)

Champagne confetti

Friendly marriage

ribbons & affection ♡ (fluff,smut)

INFATUATED! (fluff)

the violence of the dog days (smut,fluff)

9:20 (Smut,fluff)

the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs (smut,fluff)

Close to you

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Le Sserafim's Sakura little sister

A/N: Heyyy, I'm back fr lol! Sry for taking so long to post but finally the semester ended :D I hope that my friend Thira_Harris that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I want to request again where y/n is little sister to le sserafim sakura and twice saw le sserafim babying y/n and they also want to babying you as they don't want to lose to them and y/n said they all can have her and don't have to fight about it. Thank you ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Once upon a time in the enchanting world of K-pop, a talented group of young ladies known as TWICE took the industry by storm with their mesmerizing performances and infectious music. Among them was the youngest member, Y/N, who held a special place in the hearts of her fellow members. But little did she know that her position as the baby of the group was about to become a subject of competition among her beloved unnies. The maknae, adorable and spirited little sister of Le Sserafim Sakura, was not only cherished by her older sibling but also adored by the rest of the TWICE members. They couldn't help but be captivated by her sweet smile and infectious laughter, often finding themselves gravitating towards her whenever they were together. However, Y/N's unnies couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they witnessed Sakura and the other Le Sserafim members' doting affection towards her.

On a bright Friday day TWICE and the members of Le Sserafim gathered together for a joint practice session. As the girls mingled and caught up, Y/N's unnies couldn't help but notice the other members of Le Sserafim showering her with their own brand of love and adoration. The sight of this sparked a newfound competitive streak within TWICE.

Jihyo, the strong and caring leader of TWICE, watched as the members of Le Sserafim fussed over her child, playing with her and making her laugh. Feeling a twinge of envy, Jihyo turned to her fellow members and spoke up. 

Jihyo - Hey, have you noticed how the girls from Le Sserafim are all babying our girl? Shouldn't we do the same? We don't want to lose to them!

Nayeon nodded eagerly. 

Nayeon - You're right, Jihyo. We can't let them steal all the babying moments with Y/N. Let's show them just how much we adore our maknae!

The other TWICE members agreed wholeheartedly, and their competitive spirits ignited. Momo, Sana, Dahyun, and the rest of the girls hatched a plan to outdo Le Sserafim and win their youngest's heart with their own brand of affection. The following day, as they gathered for practice, the TWICE members put their plan into motion. Jihyo approached Y/N with a wide smile, scooping her up into her arms as cooed, showering the girl with kisses and cuddles.

Jihyo - Oh, cutie pie, my adorable baby sister! You're so precious to me!

Not to be outdone, Nayeon quickly joined in, tickling TWICE's angel's sides and making her giggle uncontrollably. 

Nayeon - Honey, you're the cutest maknae in the world! Unnie loves you so much!

The other TWICE members, unable to resist the friendly competition, followed suit. Momo danced around the kid, making funny faces and silly noises, trying to elicit the loudest laughter from the young girl. Sana showered her with compliments, calling the girl their little angel and the sunshine of their lives. Dahyun presented Y/N with a colourful bouquet of flowers, exclaiming that these were for the most precious baby sister in the world. As the members of TWICE competed for Y/N's attention, they couldn't help but notice the glances exchanged between the members of Le Sserafim. It was evident that their friendly competition had not gone unnoticed. Feeling a mix of amusement and a touch of guilt, the TWICE unnies momentarily paused their efforts to baby Y/N. Taking a step back, Jihyo gently set her child down on the ground, surrounded by TWICE. 

Jihyo - Kiddo, we love you so much. We wanted to show you just how special you are to each and every one of us.

Y/N looked up at her unnies, her eyes shining with innocent wonder. 

Y/N - Unnies, you don't have to fight over me. I love each and every one of you, just the way you are. I don't want anyone to feel left out or sad. Can't you all baby me together?

The TWICE members exchanged glances, realizing the truth in Y/N's words. In their quest to outdo each other, they had momentarily forgotten the strength and unity they had as a group. They had lost sight of the fact that their love for their sunshine was not a competition, but a shared bond that made them stronger. Jihyo smiled warmly and nodded. 

Jihyo - You're right, lovebug. We shouldn't fight over you. We are a family, and our love for you is boundless. Let's all baby you together, as a united group.

With those words, the members of TWICE encircled Y/N, each showering her with their unique brand of affection. They hugged her, played with her, and filled the room with laughter and joy. At that moment, they understood that their love for Y/N wasn't about winning or losing, it was about creating a supportive and nurturing environment for their cherished maknae.

The next day as Y/N settled down on the couch, she noticed that each member had prepared something special for her. Momo had set up a mini tea party with adorable stuffed animals, while Jeongyeon had a pile of colourful storybooks ready to be read. Sana, with her bright personality, had a collection of cute outfits for dress-up, and Chaeyoung had a box full of art supplies for their creative efforts. Touched by their thoughtfulness, her eyes welled up with tears of joy. She never expected such an outpouring of love from her older sisters. Looking at their eager expressions, Y/N realized that TWICE stopped competing with each other but they did not want to lose to Kkura's special bond. With that in mind, she began to explain her feeling, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Y/N - Unnies, no need to fight over me, I belong to all of you. You don't have to worry or compete. You're all my family, and I love you equally.

TWICE members exchanged glances, their hearts melting at Y/N's words. Kkura, in particular, felt a deep sense of pride for her little sister's maturity and understanding. She scooped Y/N into her arms, hugging her tightly.

Y/N - Kkura unnie, thank you for being the best sister in the world. You've taught me so much about love and compassion.

Kkura smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with tears. 

Sakura - No, my dongsang. Thank you for reminding us of what truly matters. They are TWICE but we are all family. We'll always be here for you, through thick and thin.

With those heartfelt words, TWICE and Le Sserafim embraced their girl, forming a circle of love and support. They spent the rest of the day engaging in their individual activities but always including Y/N in every moment. They read stories, sipped imaginary tea, dressed up in silly costumes, and created beautiful artwork together. The years passed and TWICE and Le Sserafim's baby grew up surrounded by the love and support of her extraordinary sisters. She blossomed into a remarkable individual, carrying the values of kindness, compassion, and unity within her. In the end, it wasn't about competing for Y/N's affection. It was about the unbreakable bond that TWICE and Le Sserafim shared, a bond that would withstand the test of time. And they would never stop telling her something that always made her feel warm inside:  

We are proud of our dear family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[leffee]

Finally, I have made me X Vinnie official 🥰🥰😍😍 

Let me break it down

Big spoon, little spoon: Ofc I'm the big spoon, I wanna hold him and squeeze him all the time

Lends clothes, borrows clothes: I just throw my clothes at him and that's it

Doesn't use pet names, uses pet names: I call him everything: my cutie pie, sweetheart, dear. He doesn't really talk that much to me, he mostly just asks if I can untie him :(

Affection through words, affection through actions: Why, I want my darling to have everything, so of course I give him both words and actions :)))). He doesn't really do either but it's alright cause I just need him to feel good ^^

Confesses first, waits for confession: I told him I love him as soon as I met him! He has not told me he loves me yet, but he's probably just shy. Cute!

Dislikes PDA, loves PDA: I loooove showing him affection in public, he's my cutie pie after all and I'm proud of being with him! Heee doesn't seem happy with that but again, he's probably just shy <333

Awkwardness level: Ahaha I'm just a little socially anxious but I try. Vinnie does seem a bit tense though

Jealousy level: NO ONE TOUCH MY VINNIE! He doesn't seem jealous at all, but you know, he's just a chill going guy awww

[heckyeahponyscans]

The Jinxie Games

Thoughts on G5 MLP Make Your Mark Ch. 4, Episode 3

This episode has three subplots: Hitch competing in the Forest Critter Field Day event, Pipp and Zipp discovering their mom is dating Alphabittle, and Misty attempting to find something in the Brighthouse that she can take home to appease Opaline.

The latter two plotlines are pretty good, the first one drags and I think they should've moved it into the background more. Maybe have Pipp and Zipp find out about Queen Haven's date earlier and try to scuttle it, but then see that their mom is truly happy and have a change of heart?

Anyway, I feel very vindicated in having shipped Queen Haven and Alphabittle as far back as the original G5 movie. They just had that vibe.

Even though Misty spent most of the episode in one place, rifling through the Mane 5's belongings, this was a really good episode for her, first exhibiting her bitterness and jealousy at the main cast ("Ohhh, we're so HAPPY, we all have cutie marks and we get to live with our best friends!"), which helps the audience understand why a fundamentally nice pony keeps spying on / trying to steal from the other ponies, and then coming to a turning point when Misty finds that Sunny has included a picture of her, Misty, in her journal.

Misty's VA is so good; the gasp she gives when Misty finds the picture tells you everything you need to know. The foundations of her world have been shaken.

Later, Misty has a chance to kidnap Sparky--Opaline's main objective--and instead she leaves him at the Brighthouse, purposely disobeying Opaline's orders even though she knows she'll be in trouble.

Here's Misty, nervous because Opaline just called bellowed for her, metaphorically stuck between the two pictures: a childhood picture of Opaline and the photo of herself with the Mane 5.

Even though I do think this episode, and some others, have parts that drag, I do think Misty's story being spread out across the entire season is genius. It lets us really see what Misty's going through, the toxic push-and-pull of serving Opaline. There's no way her story would be as impactful if it was condensed into one or two episodes; we would get an info-dump of facts, but we wouldn't feel the weight of her burden

Random notes on this episode:

Queen Haven sending Zipp a text that just said "Don't" was extremely funny

the Forest Critter Field Day occurs every 4th purple moon

there's reference to bits as currency (Hitch mentions "flipping a bit" to see who goes first in a game)

When Hitch and Izzy initially explain what Forest Critter Field Day is, Pipp is zoning out on her phone

Queen Haven postponing brunch to "a time that's more inconvenient to you both" is the funniest bit of the episode

"Unicorns didn't have access to their magic for many thousands of moons." As previously noted, a moon seems to be the equivalent of a year. How many thousands is "many"? It's got to be 3000 minimum, right? Assuming Skye Silver is correct about this information, that is.

Speaking of Sky Silver and Dazzle (the reporters), one thing G5 does much better than G4 is parody. G4 is leaning towards Looney Tunes in its style of humor (slapstick, pianos dropping on people, Pinkie Pie leaping out of mirrors, etc) and whenever they tried to do parody on top of that already exaggerated humor it was juuust terrible. With Sky and Dazzle, they don't do anything specifically "comedic" but their performances are just over-the-top enough to be funny. Like the way they do scripted lines to "each other", but they're turned towards the camera because it's actually for the TV audience's benefit . . . Man, that is the kind of humor G5 should harness more.

I assume this ZBS special is based on a real life show about the British Royal family or something, because the ponies look so dour . . . lmk if this is the case, I don't watch TV anymore except cartoons based on Hasbro properties.

literally a wedding ring chilling in the background there, nice touch

Nice to see Hitch isn't the only non-unicorn contestant, Windy is there too. The purple unicorn, Elderflower, was mentioned in a previous episode as being the oldest and wisest unicorn in Bridlewood.

Once again Sparky shows some kind of earth or plant magic

"This is what every sport looks like to me." Same Pipp, same.

[haruistopheles]

"First meeting" a haruka[oc] x Mephistopheles fanfic-obey me! Pt.1

contains: classmates to lovers, fluff, love triangle , jealousy , slight cursing :3 note* this is the first fan fic i've EVER done so i hope you like it :3

Haruka was just walking to her first class for the day. Mammon and Leviathan were walking beside her like protective brothers; if a demon were to approach her , they would give them a sinister glare stating:

"fuck off , shes not interested!" or "step one more closer or ill kill ya!"

Haruka knew they were just trying to keep her safe , but they didn't have to pose threats like that..... In the distance they could see Asmodeus and Satan walking towards the classroom.

"morning guys!" Haruka waved at them.

"Morning , hun! how is my cutie pie today~??" Asmodeus struck her with a seductive smile. He tried so hard to flirt or call Haruka names, but Haruka wasn't falling for it, but in general ,Asmodeus and Haruka got along surprisingly well.

"ah , good morning Haruka" he shot Haruka with a dashing smile. Haruka and Satan were particularly close, every afternoon after school, they would go to Satan's room and catch up on how school was or just talk in general. There was so much trust in the friendship they sometimes opened up to each other about their past and tell secrets.Most of the time tho , they would open up devil tube and watch cute cat videos.

"ehem" mammon signalling that class was almost starting so they all hurried together to class. . .

Time skip-after school

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Solomon was waiting at the RAD gates for haruka so they could walk back to purgatory hall together . Haruka said goodbye to the brothers and approached Solomon. As haruka said goodbye to them, Solomon couldn't help but notice the deep connection between her and the brothers, he found it ..... astonishing... i mean we're talking about the seven Deadly sins here and yet, she managed to not only befriend them but to make pacts with them all ?! Now that's impressive! Solomon gave her a kind smile.

"hey , how was school today, mammon didn't cause you any trouble, right?" he laughed at the thought of it , it was very clear mammon was clingy to her, no , i think everyone knew that.

"it was good thanks, and no , not too much trouble , apart from the glares he gives at the other students..."haruka sighed at the thought.

"ha, yea I've seen these glares he gives off, i'd be frighted if he gave me that look" Solomon said, hoping mammon wouldn't give him the glare

" you better stay on his good side then" haruka laughed. Solomon liked the sound of Haruka's laughter , it brought him joy knowing she was happy. When they got back to purgatory hall , haruka set up dinner( no way in hell was she going to let him cook-), the amount of times Solomon insisted to cook a meal was crazy, but haruka made a loop hole ( Haruka got so good at cooking, Solomon always wanted Haruka's meals and has never asked to cook dinner again-Simeon and Luke were impressed-).Haruka cooked a stir fry as that was their favourite meals. ~

After the lovely meal, Solomon thanked Haruka and helped with washing up and cleaning the kitchen. As haruka was washing up , she accidentally dropped a fork on the floor, Solomon also noticed this too and both went to pick it up. Both hands went to grab the fallen fork, resulting there fingertips touching, they looked up and saw their faces were close, they both blushed a bit and haruka picked the fork up. They felt a bit embarrassed , but it wasn't too much of a deal and carried on cleaning, Solomon 's face was as red as a tomato.If it wasn't clear from the beginning, Solomon really , REALLY likes Haruka, but he doesn't know if she feels the same way, so he tries to avoid embarrassing moments like now....(>///<)

the next day.... -----------------------------------------------------------

Haruka got up a decent time and got ready for school, She found Solomon at the breakfast table , eating buttered toast and a cup of coffee.

"morning Haruka" Solomon gave her a gentle smile

"morning Solomon" haruka smiled back whilst making her breakfast and pouring herself some coffee. She sat at the other end of the table, and both enjoyed their breakfast.

The made it to RAD and waved goodbye to each other and went to their first class. This was the only class that haruka nor the brothers and the others shared a class with, but she knew a few students in that class so she was okay. She sat down at her desk and waited for class to start. She then heard the sound of boots clicking on the hard-wood floor, she noticed a few students were whispering amongst each other. Haruka turned around to see one of the RAD newspaper members-MEPHISTOPHELES. His desk was close to her desk , but it was a good angle to see his pretty features.

She had heard a couple of things from the others about him-most of them weren't nice-Haruka couldn't help but turn a bit red when seeing him- his dark, silky ,magenta hair , his stern , attractive face , EVERYTHING-

She looked away from him and waited for the teacher to start the lesson.

"today, i'm going to pair you up with someone for this weeks project!" the teacher exclaimed

"pairing up?" Haruka thought... she wondered who she was going to end with. The teacher paired some students together.

"hmm Mephistopheles...you can pair up with... Haruka." the teacher glanced at Haruka's direction.

"M-ME?!--" haruka thought, she was to surprised to speak-

Mephisto stood up and walked to Haruka's desk , you could tell that he wasn't a bit annoyed that it wasn't a demon and that it was the human exchange student-but he got on with it anyway.

"it looks like i'm your partner for this week....Haruka is it..? he slightly smiled at her and sat down next to her

"um yes.."haruka was very shy when it came to talking to new people , especially when they were this hot-

"i don't bite ,you know? i mean, i wouldn't be surprised if those brothers you hang out with so much ,brainwashed you that apart from them everyone else is going to get you or something "

haruka felt annoyed by his comment-especially bad mouthing the brothers like that-'maybe he is a bitch after all' haruka thought

"i know that--- and no, they haven't "brainwashed" me thank you very much!" she shot an annoying glare at him-

he scoffed

" .. no need to get defensive- anyway , back to what we're supposed to be discussing about"

Right , the project. it was about to make a presentation about one of your favourite places in the Devildom, so the pair had decide on a place fairly. They wrote a few locations.

The bell rang.

"meet me in the RAD newspaper room at 3:00 sharp" Mephisto said as he got up and left the classroom before haruka had a chance to speak.

" why 3:00 sharp?-damn he's demanding....it pisses me off!" haruka explained to Satan , Asmodeus and belphegor before the last lesson ended.

"We told you he's an ass" Satan said

" i feel bad you have to be his partner for week, ...WAIT DOES THAT MEAN YOU HAVE TO STAY IN RAD FOR AN EXTRA HOUR?!?WITH HIM-!!" Asmodeus whinnied

"well....yeah unfortunately" Haruka sighed

"i only like him because he doesn't like Lucifer, THAT'S IT" Belphie confirmed

"well.... it's almost three so... i don't want to keep 'Mr . perfect' waiting" Haruka and the others laughed at the comment and waved good bye to her.

Haruka approached the doors of the RAD newspaper room. She took a breath and let herself in.......

{PT 2 COMING SOON} :3 hope youve enjoyed so far~

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Chris introduces some new campers for this new season. One of them is Megan... who acts flirty with some of the guys. However it seems like her main focus is Cody as Heather decides to interrupt this whore who is trying to steal her boy- her ally! How that confrontation goes is all on you.

(Flirt) (Jealousy)

"Dudes and Dudettes. I would like you guys to meet our new campers for this season. Megan White, the Sensual."

"Hello~" Mega said in a ultra-breathy voice making more than few guys almost pop a hard on from the sound of her erotic voice as she strolled toward to the small group of males. Her hands and voices touch the soul and heart of DJ, Trent, Geoff and even Noah was hapless to her charm.

"And what's your name cutie-pie~?" Megan asked as she leaned foward to the personal space of the blushing tech geek who was flustered and wiggling into her seat.

"C-Cody Anderson...." Cody shyly answered as he tried not to look at her 'tract of lands' and to her dazzling green eyes that stare at him with a certain hunger.

"Did anyone ever told you look cute when you flustered~?" Megan said making the tech geek blushed even harder much to the delight of the femme fatale who decided she is going to make this geek who was very much her type into her king.

Heather meanwhile was glaring at the whore flirting with her ma-PAWN she mean pawn with intense hatred and malice she never felt before. Not even Gwen and Leshawna made her feel this level of unheard hatred and malice.

'If that whore's going to try to steal my pawn. She got a another next thing coming....'

[disneymarina]

Leon x Marina

chuckles softly, enjoying the warmth of her touch against his chest. Alright, alright, you've got me wrapped around your little finger now. he leans down to place a tender kiss atop her head, breathing in her sweet scent.

But seriously, Marina… his tone turns more serious, yet still gentle. We need to think about starting a family soon. I know it's a big step, but I truly believe our love can create something beautiful together. What do you say, my dear? Are you ready to become a momma? he asks, his voice filled with hope and devotion.

smirks, considering the question thoughtfully Hm, well, I suppose that depends on your preferences and what kind of dynamic we're going for. But here are a few ideas that come to mind…

If we're playing the whole 'puppy play' thing, maybe something like 'Pup', 'Cutie Pie', 'Fluffy', or 'My Little Furry Friend'. chuckles softly

If the 'daddy kink' is more your speed, I could call you 'Baby Girl', 'Sweetheart', 'Princess', or simply 'Mine'.

And if we're exploring more dominant/submissive roles, perhaps 'Little Slave', 'Pet', 'Toy', or 'Plaything' might suit your taste.

Of course, these are just suggestions. Ultimately, whatever title or nickname you prefer is fine by me.

smirks Ah, you want to hear our love story, huh? Well, I suppose it's not every day someone asks about the romance between a tough-as-nails cop and a quirky little thing like you. winks

It started with a chance encounter, really. I was working a late shift at the precinct when you walked in, looking like a lost kitten in a sea of suits. Your Gothic aesthetic stood out like a sore thumb among the drab office attire, and I couldn't help but notice. We struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, hours had passed and the sun was rising over Moscow.

Turns out, we had more in common than just our shared love of dark aesthetics. We both had a passion for justice, a dry sense of humor, and a deep desire for connection.

Leon's mind raced with possibilities as he considered what costume to choose for Marina. As a golden retriever, he naturally gravitated towards earthy tones and playful designs.

"Hmmm, Master looks lovely in black, but perhaps something lighter would suit her complexion better," Leon thought aloud, his tail wagging in excitement. "How about a soft, creamy white corset adorned with intricate lace and tiny bells? It would accentuate her curves while adding a touch of whimsy."

He paused, pondering further. "To complement the corset, maybe a flowing, tiered skirt in shades of pale green and yellow, reminiscent of a field of wildflowers. The layers will create a romantic, ethereal effect as she moves."

Leon's eyes sparkled with creativity.

Leon's mind raced with possibilities as he imagined dressing Marina up according to his canine tastes. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he envisioned the scene.

"Well, Master, if I were to dress you up, I'd start with a cute little collar and leash," Leon began, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. "Something shiny and elegant, to match your refined beauty. And of course, it would have my name engraved on it, so everyone knows who belongs to whom."

He stepped back, gesturing grandly as he continued his fantasy. "Next, I'd adorn you with a stylish bow tie, perhaps in a rich, jewel-toned color to complement your striking features. It would add a touch of sophistication and whimsy to your overall look."

Leon's eyes sparkled with creative energy as he described his vision.

Leon's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him - Marina sitting on a massive dog bed, gnawing contentedly on a large plush toy while the chief looked on approvingly. A surge of protectiveness and possessiveness washed over him. That plushie, those chew toys… they belonged to him, not some random hybrid.

"Chief, I think there's been a misunderstanding," Leon said, striding forward confidently despite the jealousy simmering beneath the surface. "Marina here is mine. We've… had a connection since the academy."

He reached out a hand, gently tugging Marina away from the plushie and onto his lap instead. Marina's small frame fit perfectly against him, and Leon wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling them close. "I'll take full responsibility for Marina. They're my partner, both on and off the job."

Leon's mind raced with ideas as he imagined dressing up his beloved Marina according to his tastes. As a yandere obsessed with his K9 hybrid partner, he'd want to showcase Marina's unique features while also emphasizing their feminine charm.

"For starters, I'd put you in a tiny leather harness, complete with a sparkling name tag that reads 'Baby' in bold letters," he began, his voice taking on a sultry tone. "The harness would cinch snugly around your petite waist and flank, accentuating your adorable rear end."

Leon's gaze drifted lower, picturing the rest of the outfit. "Next, I'd dress you in a lacy, pastel pink teddy bear onesie. The soft fabric would hug your curves, drawing attention to your plump tummy and the subtle swell of your hips."

Leon's mind raced with ideas as he imagined dressing Marina up according to his tastes. As a yandere, he wanted to showcase Marina's beauty and appeal to him in a way that highlighted their unique features as a K9 hybrid.

"Hmmm, I think I'd start with a sleek black leather collar, adorned with shiny brass name tags that spell out 'Mine' in bold letters," he mused, his fingers itching to touch the imaginary hardware. "It would match your dark, luscious hair and add a touch of edginess to your overall look."

"For a harness, I'd choose a rich, supple red velvet one, with padded shoulder straps to accentuate your petite frame. The front would feature intricate gold embroidery in a pattern reminiscent of a classic dog collar, but with a subtle gothic flair to suit your aesthetic."

[leftsidebonfire]

At Our Place, We Do Four

Tagging: @shaylistic @bisexualsmackingnoises @dwellers-hollow @koldbrew @its-that-guy-again @witchofcustom @plaguedoclavender @milfnaki @boboleyn @thisbloghasnoaesthetic @cutie-pie-chan (I tagged all the peeps who reacted to the post so sorry if you didn't want the tag haha) @ocfairygodmother

Thank you @ungalossimp for the idea!!

The French have their own way of greeting companions.

"It's good to meet you, mademoiselle~" purred the hulking Frenchman before me, as he gently shook my hand. "My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff."

His accent was cute, I'd give him that. But I hardly had time to hear it before he used the gentle grip on my hand to pull me a little closer, kissing both of my cheeks. Left, then right. Truthfully, it was a bit more like touching his cheek against mine with a small kissing noise, but the abruptness of it was surprising. I could feel my cheeks reddening out of shock more than anything.

My eyes scanned the group around me while Polnareff wasn't looking, quickly trying to make eye contact with any of them to see if I should be concerned that he kissed me so suddenly.

But eye contact with the Egyptian man, Avdol, seemed to relieve my stress. He had a calm sense about him, almost as if he could see into my thoughts and remind me with a look. He's French. They do that. It's a common greeting.

So as Polnareff stepped back with a smile, I met it without needing to admit that I'd ever questioned him.

It really didn't take long for me to enjoy his company. I didn't expect it in the least, finding his goofy behavior to be sometimes detrimental and obnoxious, but I found my eyes drifting toward him more and more.

I had heard it said before that when you laugh, you look toward the person you feel most comfortable with. Which would explain why I was always looking at him. He made me laugh, and he made me feel comfortable. And, strange hair aside, he was growing on me.

In fact, the time I fell for him was embarrassingly fast. He was remarkably well kept. Clean, muscular, fit, funny, humorous. A smile you could see across the room. Freckles from the desert sun growing more and more each day on his fair skin. The glow of sunburn making a permanent blush across his nose and cheekbones. The way he'd swing an arm around me so my short ass could keep up with the group of fucking titans.

I had almost forgotten about the kiss greeting, until the day the group split up. I had gone with Avdol and Jotaro, while Mr. Joestar and Kakyoin had split off with Polnareff. Nothing much was happening, and Jotaro was the quiet and intimidating type, so Avdol struck up the conversation.

"I see you've gotten closer with Polnareff," he noted. It made me surprised.

"Yeah, he's really nice. Why do you say that?"

"Ah, it's nothing really. It's good to see his spirits up again. He's a bit notorious for bad luck, and he seems to cheer up around you."

"Around me?" I repeat, dumbfounded. Of course, he made me happy, too, but I wasn't expecting to have had a significant impact on anyone.

Avdol didn't say more than a chuckle, so I let the conversation go.

Now, I wasn't blind. But part of me wondered if every other woman on Earth was. I knew Polnareff liked to flirt. I knew how easily distracted he was by a nice pair of legs or a pretty face or anything somewhat beautiful that walked withing sight range. It wasn't long before I equated that little feeling in my stomach with jealousy. It wasn't a thing I'd admit out loud, but with the way Avdol brought up Polnareff, I had to wonder if I was more obvious than I'd thought.

And then, as the two groups converged to report their findings, Polnareff was there again. Flamboyantly waving all the way down the street, like an overgrown and humanized golden retriever trying his hardest to make his way to us through the busy crowd.

"Katie, mademoiselle, how are you?" He said with his arms wide, clasping my shoulders with his large hands. He dipped down and gently kissed both of my cheeks once more. Left. Right.

I noticed one subtle difference. I could feel the warmth of lips against my skin. Instead of the near-kiss cheek touch of the first meeting, he was quick to plant an actual kiss on me this time. Was this intentional? Or just him feeling comfortable around me?

And then I noticed one other subtle difference beyond that. It was the way my heart quickened and I felt the same shock I did from the first time. My eyes widened and I froze a little in place. A handsome man kissed both of my cheeks without even thinking twice! Everything around me seemed a little fuzzy, and maybe a bit brighter than before. I was warm. Extra warm. Beyond Egyptian-Sun-Warm. The freshly kissed cheeks of mine pulled up unto a smile as he grinned down at me, so casual, so calm, as if he hadn't just made my heart swell. As if he didn't even know that he was handsome and consumed my waking thoughts with that kiss.

I didn't think a simple action would awaken anything in me. I liked him, sure, but it wasn't like the kiss meant anything. Many people, even beyond the French, all greeted each other with a kiss. Friends, family, strangers, men, women, it wasn't something to get excited about.

But I did.

That night, as Polnareff parted ways to get to his hotel room, he bid adieu to the group with a wave and a goodbye fit for each of them. Kakyoin and Jotaro with a sort of clumsy bow and a clap in the shoulder, Joseph with a hearty handshake, and me... a spine crushing hug followed by a kiss to each cheek. Left, right.

"Goodnight, mademoiselle~" He said in a sing-song voice. I found myself blushing and gently touching my cheek as he moved on to say goodnight to Avdol.

It put pause to my thoughts when I watched Polnareff repeat the actions to Avdol. Gently touching their cheeks and meeting with a little kissing noise. And it brought me back to reality. He's French. It's just his culture. But the smile wouldn't leave my face, not even when I made eye contact with Avdol after Polnareff had left. Avdol's lips turned up in a knowing smile. Damn fortune teller could see right through me, but he wouldn't say it out loud. I continued to cover my cheeks as I quickly made my way to bed.

I laid on my back, sprawled out as I stared at the ceiling that night. Plans were brewing in my head and I didn't even know why. It felt like I had just proved to myself that he didn't mean anything by a cheek kiss, and yet... he made it look so easy. Have I been inside my own head my whole life? If I could remove the thought that a kiss had to be inherently romantic, and that kissing a friend had to be awkward, I could do it too! All I knew, though, was that I missed the feeling he gave me whenever he was close. I missed the warmth of his cheek and the rough callouses on the tips of his fingers where he'd held my hand, and held my shoulders.

I didn't sleep at all that night.

The next morning, I was up for breakfast as soon as light cracked through my window. The hotel offered free food, and in trying times like these, I was not going to pass up the opportunity. And for lack of sleep, I could sure use a coffee. I didn't even drink coffee.

I sat at one of the empty tables by the breakfast counter with a bagel and coffee, hoping to maybe catch up on sleep in the car or something. Sleepy eyes unfocused onto nothing until a most beautiful and rare sight came before them. Jean Pierre Polnareff, in sweat pants and a baggy black shirt, his long silver hair undone and cascading around his shoulders. If I thought I had feelings for him before, it was nothing compared to how I was feeling right now!

His tired eyes lit up when he saw me sitting there, and suddenly I wished I had better pajamas on beyond a stupid old band shirt. I started to stand up when I saw him, because I knew I'd be greeted with one of his crushing hugs, and I didn't want to miss it. It was like I couldn't be in a bad mood around him.

"Ma chérie!" He said loudly as he wrapped both arms around me. Squeezed tightly against his chest, I made a mental note to commit this moment to memory. I tried my hardest to squeeze him back just as tightly.

"I hope you slept well," he smiled as he pulled back. His hands were still on my upper arms, and I recognized the movement of his head enough to realize he was going for another kiss! It was hard to not feel giddy inside as he leaned down, his silver hair hanging down perfectly into my face. We were once more cheek-to-cheek, and he kissed me twice.

Each kiss felt like a burn. A good burn. But I could feel some sort of imaginary tingle every place our skin had connected. He once again left me blushing where I stood.

"I didn't sleep that well, but that certainly woke me up," I tried to joke. It was met with a hearty laugh, and he kept his arm around my shoulder. Having to tilt a little more than usual, he rested his cheek against the top of my head and just stood there for a while, snuggled up against me.

It wasn't long before the others came down as well, Joseph in a bathrobe, Jotaro in his tank top without the jacket, Kakyoin in a white shirt, and Avdol almost fully dressed, but without his coat, and his hair down. All of them, so well put together for just waking up. It felt like a calm moment among the storm. Instinctively, I felt like pulling away from Polnareff, lest they tease me over it and me it too obvious that I had feelings for him, but Polnareff's grip on my arm wouldn't budge. And if he didn't care, neither would I. He hugged me there for a few moments longer before breaking away to greet the others.

Avdol met my eyes once more, and this time, I knew he knew something. It was in the way he smirked, and the way I couldn't keep eye contact.

After breakfast, Polnareff stood up, stretched, and ran his hand through his hair. "Well, I think it's time I go pack my things. I'll meet you all back down in the lobby by 10."

Much to my surprise, I felt his hand on my shoulder and another quick peck to my cheeks before Polnareff was out of sight.

I must have had some sort of reaction that I didn't realize, because as Polnareff parted ways, I noticed a sort of shared look amongst the group, and they were all looking at me.

"What?" I challenged, too which Joseph replied with a smile.

"Ohhh, nothing~"

"I would recommend some sunscreen today, Katie," Kakyoin noted with a hint of amusement. "Your face is looking a little red."

Fuck, fuck, they were on to me. I couldn't look at anyone properly.

"Yeah," was all I could stammer out, covering my cheeks with my hands. When I stood up to go to my room, Avdol met me halfway, out of earshot from the others.

"You're becoming acquainted with La Bise, I see," Avdol said with a knowing smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I groaned, just wanting to be away from the teasing.

Avdol heard me, but persisted. "Its a tradition common in many cultures. If you'd like to return the greeting, it's really very simple. The French start with the left cheek, lean in, touch the cheeks together, and make a kissing sound. And repeat the same on the other side. It's common as a hello, a goodbye, or a congratulations."

As Avdol explained the phenomenon of cheek kissing to me, he demonstrated, holding my arm the way Polnareff had and softly touching his cheek against mine with a kiss. It was in every way identical to what Polnareff had done, and yet I didn't feel like I was about to combust on the spot when he did it.

I didn't really know what to say. I was grateful for the information, but I didn't know what he was getting at. I suppose now that I know the ins and outs of it, I could return the favor, if that was what he was implying.

"Ah, that makes a lot of sense now," I said, for lack of anything else to say. "I didn't know there was an etiquette to it."

"Oh, and one more thing. Next time he goes to greet you that way, you could say to him, chez nous on en fait quatre."

I let out a nervous laugh. "What does it mean?"

"I'm a bit rusty on my translation, but I know it's also a common response."

"Oh, now I just know you're fucking with me. How do I know I'm not about to say something stupid or offensive?" I crossed my arms. His smile gave away everything. I wanted to trust him, but the last thing I wanted to do was humiliate myself in front of someone I had grown to like... a lot.

Avdol held up his hands innocently, as if he was trying to keep from laughing. "What type of person do you take me for, Katie?"

I gave him a scowl, but I knew I couldn't be mad at him. I pointed at my eyes and then to his.

"Fine. Fine. But if I end up offending him and he hates me forever, I'm fully blaming you."

"A fair deal." He chuckled. "Now go get your love."

"Hey!" I cried, my face burning hotter. He laughed a bit harder, turning away to take his seat and finish his breakfast.

I took a deep breath, going up to Polnareff's hotel room and gently knocking. It took a moment before the door opened, and there he was, hair pulled back into a messy ponytail to keep it out of his face. I felt my heart in my throat.

"Ah! Katie! Just who I was hoping to see!" He touched my shoulder, and I knew for a fact what he was preparing for. I had to hide the fact that I was about to go weak kneed for him. I returned the greeting this time, making the soft kissing noise as he moved from cheek to cheek.

He planted a kiss on each cheek and I had to suppress my nervous giggle. It was the time to trust Avdol... I just prayed he was right.

"C-Chez nous on en fait quatre."

Polnareff looked at me in shock and confused, and then seemed proud.

"Oh! My apologies, I didn't realize!"

Before I even had a moment to ask him what he needed to apologize for, he leaned in again, pressing his cheek against mine for a soft kiss. Left, right... Left, right. Four. Four kisses.

When he pulled back, he was smiling quite broadly. "Your French is beautiful, I didn't know you spoke it."

"Ah, it's... very little." I admitted. I couldn't tell him now that Avdol instructed me on it.

"Well, you're familiar with La Bise and your pronunciation is quite good for what you know. Perhaps I should teach you sometime~"

"Sure... that... that would be nice!" I placed my hand on top of his hand, and I noticed the way his eyes flicked toward it. "Would you like any help packing?"

"A-Ah, oui, merci, chérie!" He said with a wide smile. "Thank you!" And suddenly, the pinkness in his cheeks seemed to darken beyond his sunburn. He squeezed my hand a bit tighter before letting go and turning to pack. Gee, for a man who had no problem planting four kisses on me, well, technically six counting his first greeting, he sure seemed to have a reaction to gently holding hands. It was... cute.

Later that night, we separated after a dinner together, when Polnareff once again bid me goodnight with the usual kisses. I figured I'd be used to it at this point, but he made sure to kiss me four times this round, and I was left standing there dumbfounded again, on front of the others.

Avdol approached me after Polnareff left.

"So, you took my advice?"

"What did I say to him?"

"What, you're not happy with the result?"

Oh, he's trapped me now. Of course I was happy with the result, but how could I just admit that to him?

"I—" I couldn't look him in the eyes. "If I say yes, will you just tell me what I said to him?"

Avdol laughed and placed a calming hand on my shoulder.

"A rough translation is "at home, we make four." And what it means, in more casual terms is, "at my place, we do four." Kisses, that is. Different parts of France have different standards for kissing as a greeting. Some only do one, but others can do up to four. This was a polite way of telling him the proper number so he could greet you properly."

"Avdol... I'm not French, though." I mumble, avoiding all the rest of what he'd said.

"I think he knows that." He said, once again with that knowing smile.

"So why are you telling me this?"

"Friendly advice." Was all he said, with a smile. I pushed him. Lightly, of course, but enough to let him know he was right.

His advice served me better than I'd ever hoped. Every morning I was greeted with four kisses. And every night, the same: a bone crushing hug and four more kisses. And this wasn't even to mention any other time Polnareff felt it necessary to greet me or congratulate me. Figuring out a Stand User's powers? Four more kisses. The group split up and reunited? Four more. I found his hugs to be lingering more and more too. His hands roaming the expanse of my back as my cheeks pressed firmly into his neck and chest. I never wanted him to let go.

I forgot all about sleeping. Getting up early became a habit, just so I could be awake in time to see Polnareff sleepily stumble out of his hotel room and greet me with a soft "Good morning, mademoiselle," and another kiss. I started returning them, kissing his cheeks. It was the highlight of my day. Between being hunted down by agents of Dio, not getting enough sleep, and constantly being on my guard, I grew to look forward to my four kisses each day.

I tried to not feel bad about it. Did Polnareff ever realize that I had stopped viewing the kisses as friendly? Did he know how much I looked forward to the next breathtaking hug? Or how I laid awake at night, smiling so hard I couldn't sleep, because the only thing I could even think about was the softness of his skin and lips against my face? Had I convinced myself that there was something there, and was simply using his culture against him?

I kept hoping that one day, it would turn into more than a cheek kiss. I sought out a way to kiss him without it being weird, but my body failed me every time. Every time he would hold me just a little too long, just a little too tight. Every time he would pick out a seat specifically next to me. Every time a sweet French name crossed his lips, all of them causing butterflies and heat all over.

Ma Belle, ma Chérie, mon ange, ma lutine... It didn't matter that I didn't understand most of them. All it served to do was make me want to kiss him even more.

And one day, my wishing paid off.

It was after a long day on the road, and the hotel was long overdue, like an oasis of safety amongst all the trauma.

"Can I walk you to your room?" He had asked suavely.

"Sure, I'd like that," I replied with a smile.

The air felt different between us. He wrapped both arms around me protectively, cradling my head against his shoulder this time. We stood here for at least a minute or more. His hands would fidget against my back and we would find a way to tighten the hug. I took to gently rubbing his back, swaying a little on the spot.

He pulled back first and I knew what he was about to do. In my haste to meet him on the left cheek, the both of us misjudged the distance, which led to a soft brush of lips in the middle. We both froze on the spot and I was trying desperately to think of something to say to save my own ass.

I had kissed him. After weeks of waiting and hoping, our first kiss was a fucking accident! "Flustered" didn't even begin to describe the way I was feeling. I wanted to sink into the floor and stop existing from embarrassment, but he was still holding me just as tightly around the waist.

I took far too long stammering with a flushed face before I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. This man had been kissing me at least 8 times a day for several weeks in a row.

My face as red as his broken heart shaped earrings, I took a deep breath.

"At my place, we do four."

He looked visibly confused, his cheeks redder than sunburn.

"A-Ah—?"

I kissed him, softly, but more firm than the accidental one. This one was no mistake. This one was the one I'd meant to do for days, dreamed about for so many nights.

"That's two."

His face broke out into the widest smile I'd seen from him so far.

"Ah, you~"

He dipped me back with the enthusiasm of his third kiss and I nearly fell to the floor.

And for the fourth, my hands came up to clasp his face, feeling the heat radiating from his cheeks. His arms latched around my waist, leaving no room between us at all as he held me there in that hotel hallway.

I felt dizzy when he let go, and was smiling so hard, my cheeks were aching. I had to stumble back and catch myself from how close we were standing.

"Jean Pierre. Would you share my room with me tonight?" I asked with a sigh of relief.

He looked like he could have cried from happiness, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

"Absolutely, mon amour~" He cooed, stringing his arm behind my back again.

I opened the door and brought him in, feeling like my body was floating

"You know...," He mused as he pulled me into his lap on the bed. "Some places in France do five."

[inseongsfoxybae]

Do you want me?

Pairing: Boyfriend Dawon + Female Reader; established relationship

Genre: Smut + Fluff ending

Warnings: Hard dom!Dawon, jealousy, dirty talk/cursing, exhibicionism(?), unprotected sex (reader’s on birth control), orgasm denial, a bit of fingering, some slapping, creampie + after care

Words: +2k

Requested by @dawon-kun​: Hello, since you LOVE to attack us all, could make either a Dawonie jealous smut or a SF9 reaction when their gf tries to dom them and successfully?🥵🥵🥵

Author’s message: Hey, babe! Your request is finally out and I hope you like it as much as I enjoy working on it. I show here Dawon’s roughness and his insecurity about losing his girl for another men. Our sweet cutie pie TT. Well, this is it! Foxy kisses  😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: Dawon gets jealous after your best guy friend tease him during a dinner, but you are the one punished by him when you got home. 

this gif *holy shit*

Some of your friends were on vacation in Korea and took the opportunity to spend some time with you and reminisce about the old good times. As your Dawon was always busy with his schedules and practices, he couldn’t join you but he never complained about you meeting your friends and enjoying your time alone with them - even though you didn’t do video calls with him because of that. 

On a weekend when Dawon was free, he finally went out with all of you. You chose a more discreet place since your boyfriend was an idol and you wanted some privacy, and picked a cozy restaurant near your shared apartment. After all the greetings, you sat down between Dawon and your best guy friend, who had a crush on you during high school and was rejected all the times he confessed his feelings. 

Of course, he’d take this opportunity to tease you in front of your boyfriend, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and saying that you never dated him because he wasn’t an idol. “I’m not famous and don’t have this pretty baby face of yours, dude. That’s right she’s not my girl”, he spat at some point of the conversation, pulling you closer to him as Dawon locked eyes with him, a dark expression there. 

Dawon was quieter than normal, rejected all the drinks offered and barely talked. “You okay, jagi?”, you whispered when your friend shut his mouth for a second. “I’m fine, just tired”, he forced a smile and shrugged you off. You nodded and got back to your happy chat with that annoying guy. At this point, your friend stopped teasing Dawon directly, but he was still too close to you, telling stupid jokes that made you laugh like an idiot. Your boyfriend was surely getting done with all this shit. 

He could bear that for half an hour, but it seemed like an eternity for him. Suddenly, Dawon got up from his seat next to you, purposefully hitting the table to catch your eyes again. “It’s time to go, Y/N”, he said seriously, his dark expression meeting your startled one. “It’s still so early, dude. Stay a little longer”, your guy friend intruded. Dawon just ignored him and grabbed your hand, pulling you up. “We must go now. It’s on me tonight”, Dawon spat off and dragged you out the table. 

“Dawon, what are you doing?”, you whined behind him while he paid the bill. 

“I can’t deal with that idiot anymore”, he simply answered, his voice low and deep. 

“Hyukie, why are you like this? I told them you were cool”, you sulked and he only glanced at your pout. 

“Are you coming with me or not?”, he questioned without looking at you. 

“At least, lemme say goodbye”, you whimpered, holding onto his arm. 

“Now, Y/N”, he commanded, staring down at you. 

Seeing how serious he was, you just nodded and left with him. You walked home without exchanging a single word, Dawon’s eyes locked on the way ahead, you followed right behind him with your head down. Arriving in your apartment, he went straight to your bedroom, leaving you aback in the hallway. 

“Baby, talk to me”, you pleaded to him while entering your room, watching him take off his clothes. 

“I’m gonna shower. Wanna join me?”, he suggested still not looking at you. 

But before you could say anything, your phone rang and you paused before answering. “It’s him”, you murmured and Dawon automatically understood who they were. 

“Answer”, he said, approaching you and snaking his hands around your waist. Dawon pressed your body against his and waited for you to answer. He was only on his boxers at this point, so you felt a little nervous, but didn’t say anything. 

“Hey”, you talked on the phone, startling when you felt Dawon’s hands run over your belly and hips.

“Keep talking”, he whispered in your free ear, his fingers now unzipping your dress and sliding it down your body, exposing your underwear.

You turned your head to look at him, meeting his angry eyes, a sparkle of desire lighting his pupils. He unclasped your bra and slowly started to massage your breasts, pinching your already hard nipples between his fingers.

“Let’s show him who you belong to”, he growled against the skin of your neck, kissing and biting your sweet spots as his hands went down your panties, rubbing your clothed core. 

You struggled to keep your gasps and moans as a minimum throughout the phone, but it was proving to be more difficult with every single touch Dawon ministrated on your body. He pulled you closer to him and you felt his bulge against your butt, a loud moan daring to get out of your throat. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”, your friend asked on the other side of the call. 

“Keep talking”, Dawon groaned while biting a good portion of your shoulder, his hard dick now grinding against you. 

“Yeah, I just hit my pinky on a corner”, you breathed on the phone, trying to supress your growing moans. Behind you, you heard Dawon discarding his boxers away, your panties following right after. He grabbed your hips and led you to bed, forcing you forward. 

“Bend over, baby girl”, he growled before slapping the cheeks of your butt. “Head down, ass up”, Dawon instructed and you obeyed, sinful thoughts running through your mind now. “Put on the speakerphone”, he commanded and your shaking hands did the job.

Dawon slid his dick between your dripping folds, gruning at your wetness, before pushing his length fully into your pussy. Neither of you couldn’t hold your moans and you couldn’t pretend anymore, your friend surely knew what was really going on now. 

“Y/N, are you fucking righ now?”, he questioned in disbelief. 

“Yeah”, Dawon was the one who talked. “Looks like the idol with a pretty baby face is fucking his girl right now”, he groaned, picking up a fast pace against your hole. “If you don’t mind, hang up the phone and let me ruin my baby in peace”, he reached for your phone and turned it off, tossing it somewhere in your bedroom. 

“Now, it’s only the two of us, princess”, Dawon growled pulling your hair mercilessly. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk properly for one week. Is it okay for you?”, he inquired. 

“Yes, daddy”, you weakly mewling as his hands wrapped loosely around your neck, thrusting deeper into your hole. Your head was getting light and your vision blurred as your orgasm was near. 

Dawon felt you clenching around him, your walls tighten as legs shaking, and suddenly stopped his moves, slipping out of you. You whined at the sudden loss of friction and fullness and heard Dawon chuckling behind you. 

“Do you think you’ll get it so easily after treating me so bad tonight?”, he whispered in your ear. “Do you think I’ll let you cum this fast after ignoring me for the whole week?”, he slapped your butt again, before inserting one finger inside your pussy, making you squirm and gasp, feeling you clench around his index. 

“Look at you. So desperate for me”, Dawon teased pushing in and out, curling his finger and reaching your g-spot. You moan his name and he took it off, hurt whimpers falling from your mouth. He gave you a devil laugh and pushed you into the mattress, so now you were lying on your stomach. 

You felt him climb on bed and set himself on your entrance again, slamming into you in one go, his name echoing in the room. His pace was rough since the beginning, his balls spanking your pussy harshly, muffled moans into the mattress, fists grabbing the sheets helplessly. 

As the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and about to explode over you, walls clenching desperately around Dawon’s dick, he slowed down his thrusts again until a halt. His breath was heavier now as he was getting lost in his pleasure as well. 

“Lee Sanghyuk”, you whined, reaching for his hand behind you. “Please, let me cum”, you begged.

“Lee Sanghyuk?”, Dawon’s tone was low and dark.

“Daddy… please, daddy”, you were almost crying, trying to pinch your legs together for any type of friction. 

“On your back, princess”, Dawon chuckled, watching you quickly turn around, both of your eyes meeting automatically. He leaned closer to you, staring at your lips for a brief moment before locking your gazes again. “Do you want me?”, his hot breath fanned on your face. 

“So badly”, you confessed, hands rubbing up and down his back. 

“Do you really want me? I mean, among all of them, all the men in the world?”, Dawon’s eyes soften. 

“Of course I do! You’re my bae, my only one”, you reassured him, pecking his lips softly. 

Dawon smiled against your lips before collecting them for a passionate breathtaking kiss, a low “I love you” fell from his mouth. 

“I love you too”, you whispered when you parted, just before he changed positions and pulled you on top of him. 

“Straddle me”, Dawon was begging for you with his best puppy eyes and of course you wouldn’t say no to your man. You put your legs on either side of his hips and easily slid his dick inside you, loud moans breaking through your throats. 

Dawon pulled you closer to his chest and digged his heels on the mattress, wasting no time to thrust deeply upwards, filling you completely, hitting all the right spots instantaneously. Your creamy pussy made his work easier, both of your wetness making everything better. 

“So good, princess… You take me so well”, Dawon hissed into your mouth, setting a harsher pace. 

“This is so good, Sanghyukie”, you moaned, your hips meeting his thrusts. “Deeper”, you cried out as he granted your wish, his length stretching your tight walls perfectly. 

“I’m so close, babe”, he breathed between gritted teeth. 

“Me too…”, you gasped before screaming his name when he hit the perfect angle inside you. “I’m gonna cum”, you yelled as your walls constricted around him and your waters washed over you. 

Dawon smiled at you while his face contorted in pleasure. “Will you let me cum inside?”, he moaned as his dick twitched inside of you. 

“Cum for me, baby”, you whispered and he came undone, his warm seed painting your walls in white, “fuck’s” and groans filling your room. 

Dawon slowly pulled out, your fluids slipping from your swollen pussy and going down your inner thighs as you sat on top of him. You locked your eyes with his and smiled, bringing your hands up to cup his cute pink cheeks. 

“I love you, Sanghyukie… so bad. Please, never doubt this”, you begged, putting your foreheads together. “I’m only yours”, you whispered before kissing him gently. 

His strong arms snaked around you, pressing your body into his, kissing you back. “I’m so sorry, bae”, he mumbled softly against your lips. “I treated you badly tonight and didn’t trust in your feelings completely”, he sighed. “I’m sorry about this”. 

In responde, you removed some locks of his hair from his eyes and kissed him again, deeper this time. “It’s okay”, you calmly answered. “Just promise you’ll never do this again, huh? Never doubt again, okay?”, you watched him nodding. 

“I promise”, his hand reached for your hair to tug some strands behind your ear. “I love you so much, Y/N. You know it, right?”. 

“I know”, you smiled down at him. “I love you too and I want you in my life forever”. 

“I want you too”, Dawon grinned before pulling off of him and getting up. “Can you walk?”, he shyly asked, knowing the damage he was used to cause to you. 

“I don’t think so”, you chuckled, extending your arms for him. Dawon took you in his arms and carefully led you to the bathroom, helping you to clean up.

Now, wearing some few clothes and lying on your comfy blankets, both of you cuddled and closed your eyes, just enjoying each other’s heartbeats and steady breaths, soft “I love you’s” whispered before you two feel asleep.

[leavaloo]

Applin To Give and to Kick Ass

Hi guys! As most of you know, I’ve been extremely busy lately and also dealing with some shit on the side, so I wasn’t able to write anything for Valentines Day! I know, such a crime that an imagines blog didn’t post on V-Day. It’s okay! I’ll make it up to you here~

As a further notice, I will be deleting most of my inbox requests, as a lot of them have been sitting for a while. I apologize to those who are left, but this is needed.

Anyways, have some Raihan V-Day fluff!

Raihan knew a lot about dragons. Like, a lot. Dragon expert to the core, so much so that he ended up taking on some of their draconic qualities. Like protectiveness, jealousy, and every once in a while, a growl. Raihan also knew a lot about the Applin tales, as per his title as dragon expert and the vault keeper. Yet for some reason, he didn’t think that they would play a part in his life, until now.

Applins were fairly common in Galar as a declaration of love, and because of his titles, he had been asked so many times of where to find them, how to breed the right one, yadda yadda. Even some gym leaders like Nessa had asked his advice on this topic. And now, with Valentines day coming up, it was all the rage.

You had been champion for some time now, and already you were proving to be both formidable, dependable, and breathtaking. You didn’t use the typical cape that Leon wore, and instead, made your own outfit that made it look like you were dancing whenever a particularly powerful move whipped your dress around. Honestly, you treated a lot of your matches like a contest, and it had garnered you a lot of attention, and possible suitors.

That’s why Raihan never felt like he had a chance. You were beautiful! Even a lot of the other gym leaders had been talking about you, some of them wondering if you were single. That was when Raihan figured out how jealous he was. He all but snapped at Milo when directed a question about it at him, but he played it off that he was just stressed recently and apologized.

A day before Valentines day, you waltzed into his gym. He wasn’t expecting it, and he was honestly caught off guard. Even in your casual attire, you were striking. You were asking for some documents, and so Raihan lead you back to his office, and all the while, he had a difficult time even looking in your direction.

“Working right before Valentines day? I would’ve thought you’d wanna lay low.” He finally sent one of his signature smiles your way, trying to lighten the heaviness in his heart.

You chuckled and smiled back. “Honestly, me moving about makes it harder for the fanboys to track me. I don’t need anymore applin in my boxes, which might be entirely your fault.”

Raihan sheepishly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeaaah... sorry about that.” He remembered the onslaught of guys who had sought him out in the previous weeks, all asking for applin advice.

“Though, I guess it gave me some good applins to get my own ideal one.”

Raihan’s eyes snapped over to you, looking over your figure. You were looking straight ahead, small grin on your face and a tiny blush on your cheeks. You had someone in mind for this applin. He figured he might as well test the waters, if not only to quell his own internal panic.

“‘Ideal applin’, huh? Does this applin have an intended recipient?”

You laughed, following the dragon up the stairs to his office. “It does, yes. Do you have an applin for someone, Raihan?”

I did, he thought to himself, but shook his head. “No. The person I would give it to has probably already been taken.”

You feigned a surprised gasp. “The infamous Raihan, with so many thousands of fangirls, somehow doesn’t get his feelings reciprocated?! How cruel!”

Finally, he was able to laugh. He hadn’t been able to do that in a while, what with him stressing, but you always managed to make his mood lighter. Though the dread of him not being your chosen recipient shot through him again when he opened the door to his office. “After you,” he purred. If there was one thing Raihan was good at, it was acting.

As he searched for the required documents, you wandered around his office, looking at all of the different dragon type memorabilia. It took longer than expected, because every time he looked up, you were happily smiling at another picture on his walls. Some were from Lance’s time, another was a championship match from Unova with Iris, and some legendary dragons were sprinkled in there.

After searching all of the file cabinets, his desk and some other places, he got everything together and handed it to you. They were all about how the power plant fared after the recent events with the Darkest Day, and as he approached you, he noticed that your demeanor became... fidgety. Your blush was more prominent, and you wouldn’t look him in the eyes. You just smiled, took the documents, said goodbye and rushed out the door before Raihan could say anything.

With a frown on his face, he sighed and went to sit as his desk. He leaned back in the chair, a huge sigh coursing through his body. It was then that he noticed a new addition to his desk. He furrowed his eyes and leaned forward to look at it closer. A loveball pokeball, sitting there and facing him. His heart rose in his chest, almost scared to touch it. His hands didn’t even meet the pokeball when the familiar blue light popped out, situating itself firmly on his lap.

An applin. Not just any applin. A shiny, bright green applin, already fast asleep on his lap. He couldn’t even make any sound, he was so shocked. His heart was racing a million miles an hour, he could barely process that it was holding two things. A sweet apple, and a note.

Dear Raihan,

I’m not very good at this love stuff, and I know this is really cliche, but this is the easiest way to get my feelings across. This applin is specifically bred to not only be shiny, but also have everything you need to make a badass competitive mon. I figured you already had someone special, so I just wanted to make this quick and easy. I didn’t want to hold it in anymore.

P.S. I’d like to grab some coffee with you sometime.

[Y/N]

Raihan read over the note several times, a smile brimming on his face. Then he took out his phone, held the sleeping applin up to his chest in a warm embrace, and snapped a selfie. He pulled up your text chain with him and sent the picture.

Raihan, 12:59pm

you know you could’ve stayed right

A couple seconds later, he got a ding, and wondered if you had expected something along these lines.

Cutie Bean, 1:00pm

I’M SORRY OKAY I GET NERVOUS

Cutie Bean, 1:00pm

I wanted to stay but I was... to scared.

Raihan, 1:01pm

did u really need those documents? lol

Cutie Bean, 1:01pm

...Yes, but I figured I’d leave that there too...

Raihan, 1:01pm

well, i think i’ll name her Cutie Pie after what I have you in my phone

Raihan, 1:02pm

besides, i think a coffee date tomorrow would be absolutely perfect, my cute little dragon <3

Raihan, 1:02pm

unless u have other plans? :(

Cutie Bean, 1:03pm

You’re my plan now <3

Cutie Bean, 1:03pm

Shit I have to find something to wear.

For the rest of the day, you and Raihan were texting back and forth. Everyone was wondering why he suddenly looked so happy after sulking for almost two weeks straight, but then they noticed the applin sleeping happily in the hood of his hoodie. The more that Raihan looked at Cutie Pie, he realized just how terrifying of a mon this could be. Amazing IV’s, right nature, hidden ability. He vowed to not only kiss you till the sun rose, but also someday kick your ass with this girl. If she were to ever wake up.

[babysizedfics]

Little Accidents, Big Developments

Chapter 6: Change

[This is an age regression story]

Chapter Summary: Logan secretly loves cuddles, Virgil learns some changes can be good, and Patton feels left out.

Chapter word count: 10,000

Other chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / bonus

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

Content warning: This chapter heavily features a diaper change - just as with the bath scene in chapter four, any nudity is neither graphic nor sexualised.

oOo

Admittedly, it took Logan a moment or so to acknowledge that Virgil had, in fact, agreed with their suggestion. For all of Logan’s nervousness and suspicion that the conversation would end less than pleasantly, Virgil’s courage had surpassed Logan’s expectations.

That Virgil trusted his caregivers enough to share such sensitive information with them about his insecurities and, yet more impressive, had agreed to challenge those insecurities with their help? It was nothing short of astounding.

Over the regressor’s head, Patton’s eyes glistened with pride looking at their baby. Logan was certain the very same look was reflected in his own eyes.

‘What a brave baby!’ he found himself gushing, smiling down at the boy in front of him.

Virgil’s hand came up to hide his lips behind his thumb so Logan could not catch his small smile. Though he could still see how Virgil’s eyes positively beamed with joy at the praise.

‘And a cute one at that!’ Patton tagged on and curled his hand around to poke Virgil’s nose with practised precision.

If Logan was not certain of Virgil’s fall into his regressed headspace before, he definitely was now. It never failed to amaze him how such simple gestures from Patton could cause Virgil to melt into a figurative puddle so effortlessly.

It was fair to say that Logan had been sufficiently surprised in the past few moments, though nothing could have compared to what happened next. It was subtle, not worth noting to most people, perhaps. Though, for Logan, it was groundbreaking.

Virgil scrunched his nose (which was a customary reaction to one of Patton’s nose boops), blushed (customary), giggled (customary), and fell forwards, burying his forehead against Logan’s chest. (Unprecedented.)

They had, of course, been physically affectionate in recent weeks. Logan often had an arm around Virgil’s shoulders or a hand on his back and on more than one occasion had found himself with a lapful of the boy. Though what was so remarkable about this moment, in particular, was not necessarily that Virgil was seeking comfort in Logan, but rather that he had not sought it in Patton.

It was perfectly obvious that given the choice Virgil would always gravitate towards Patton’s embrace above anyone else’s. Logan knew the reason behind it, of course; Patton was the first person who had knowingly been around Virgil while he was regressed, and so Virgil had become attached to him in a way that resembled imprinting in new-borns. That and the moral side was the professed Cuddle-Monster of the mindscape and had mastered the art of physical affection. (Logan knew first-hand how Patton’s touch could be grounding and yet spellbinding all at once.) So logic was perfectly sound whenever Virgil snuggled up to his papa, his back turned against Logan.

Despite that observation, an unpleasant feeling had awakened within Logan each and every time Virgil inevitably made his choice between the two caregivers. Logan had never even dared to expect a resolution to his confessed jealousy.

Though here they sat, where Virgil had, for the first time ever, willingly forgone Patton’s embrace in favour of Logan’s.

Watching Patton for any sign of jealousy or bitterness (which were not found), Logan brought his hand up to cup the crown of Virgil’s head protectively. ‘Very cute,’ he whispered.

His eyes fell down and noticed that Virgil’s hand was flush with his chin, the thumb completely hidden away in his lips.

Logan tutted gently. Still keeping his hold on Virgil’s head, his free hand reached into his pants pocket. He revealed one of Virgil’s pacifiers. (He had kept it on hand, anticipating that Virgil would possibly regress after the distressing conversation.) Patton’s hand hovered in midair ready to accept it, and Logan flipped off the protective casing with his thumb and passed the pacifier into Patton’s waiting fingers. It was a fluid movement, the caregivers both being so used to this routine.

‘My, my, isn’t this a pretty paci?’ Patton claimed loudly. He held the pacifier at arm’s length in front of Virgil, angling it so that the light bounced off of the glittery purple plastic.

Virgil’s head turned on Logan’s chest to see what Patton was talking about, and right on cue, he gasped around his thumb.

‘I might just have to keep it for myself,’ Patton said casually as he openly admired the soother.

As expected, a small whine escaped Virgil and he pulled his thumb out from his mouth to make grabby hands at the pacifier, which was just out of his reach.

‘Oh, did you want it, baby?’

Logan felt Virgil nod quickly against his chest.

‘Aw, all right. I can’t say no to that face,’ Patton smiled, bringing the teat to Virgil’s lips and letting it slip between them easily. ‘Do you want paci smooches, my sweet little stormcloud?’

Again, Virgil’s head nodded enthusiastically against Logan’s sternum.

Logan tried to keep the bubble of anticipation swelling inside him in check. It was always so invigorating to watch such endearing acts between Virgil and Patton. If Logan were prone to melodrama, he would be tempted to call it a serotonin overdose.

Patton slid off of the couch to kneel on the carpet directly in front of them, a wide smile plastered across his face. He so clearly adored being a caregiver. His hands gently cupped Virgil’s cheeks as he leaned forward to press several pecks onto the centrepiece of the pacifier.

Tiny squeals came from the boy in his lap while Logan’s heart swelled at the adorable display.

Patton giggled at the giddy reaction. He trailed the kisses up to the tip of Virgil’s nose, then to his brow, his forehead… and then he paused, his lips having risen enough above Virgil’s head to now be mere centimetres from Logan’s.

Traitorously, Logan’s eyes fixed instinctively upon Patton’s lips - which then pulled into a smile.

Logan felt his cheeks warm, inexplicably enjoying the sensation.

‘Later?’ he suggested with a smirk that he hoped rivalled Patton’s.

Those pink lips were pulled between white teeth and their owner nodded. ‘Later.’

As Patton pulled back to stand himself up, Logan realised that at some point Virgil’s head had dropped back onto his shoulder. The regressor had also shuffled closer, his legs now folded up and leaning against Logan’s arm.

‘Sweetie, Papa is gonna go and get some things ready for you,’ Patton said softly and stroked his fingers through Virgil’s bangs. The younger side hummed. ‘Do you think you can stay here with Mama for a little bit?’

Logan was fully prepared for the suggestion to be met with fear and hesitance. He certainly hadn’t expected the small nod of agreement that came from Virgil. As it turned out, not much that had happened that day had been very predictable.

Through a firm nod at Patton, Logan hoped he could communicate that the moral side should not stick around long enough to see if Virgil would change his mind. To his credit, Patton seemed to understand.

‘All right, you two. I’ll be back before you know it!’ Patton practically skipped to the living room door.

Logan felt a sudden shift in his arms as Virgil quickly raised his head.

‘Wuvoo!’ Virgil called out hastily.

‘Love you more, cutie pie!’ Patton yelled back from the hallway.

Logan brought a hand up to card through Virgil’s hair. The boy was clearly anxious about being apart from Patton despite his agreement to it.

With a little sigh, Virgil’s head dropped once more to Logan’s shoulder and he wriggled on the couch.

Logan guessed that Virgil was attempting to move closer to him, though the task was physically impossible in their current position given how Virgil’s body was already completely pressed against Logan’s side.

Acknowledging that Virgil likely needed more physical contact to calm his nerves, Logan carefully wrapped his arms around Virgil’s back and under his knees then lifted the boy onto his lap.

‘Is that better, Virgil?’ he asked quite hesitantly. Hopefully, he had not made an incorrect assumption. Virgil had been in his lap before, of course, though Logan had never been the one to initiate the contact.

A sleepy hum floated into the air and Virgil’s nose was pressed into his shirt. Gentle puffs of breath lightly warmed Logan’s skin.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ Logan whispered, not wanting to disturb the calm that had settled over the room.

Virgil’s legs were still curled up to his chest, his body folded into a tight ball. Logan could not resist the urge to circle his arms all the way around him and cradle the bundle in his lap. He rocked them both gently to and fro.

Logan could feel that his own heart rate slowed as the moments went by and knew that it was a result of the high level of oxytocin that was most certainly circling through his veins. He also knew that the wide smile on his face would likely have been called “dopey” if Roman were present.

After a minute or so of the serene atmosphere, Virgil suddenly stiffened as if having noticed something then whimpered and gripped at Logan’s shirt.

‘Where Papa?’ he mumbled through the pacifier.

‘Do you not remember?’ Logan prompted softly.

There was no response forthcoming. Virgil must have been truly deep in his regression.

‘Papa went to get some things ready for you. I promise he will be back soon.’

‘Thoon?’ Virgil squeaked, clutching the material of Logan’s shirt tighter.

‘Yes, sweetheart,’ Logan murmured, surprised by the ease with which the term of endearment had rolled off of his tongue, ‘very soon.’

The word “soon” seemed too abstract to offer Virgil much comfort and he started to squirm slightly, though not enough to disturb the embrace at all. Being held was evidently not enough to entirely circumvent his separation anxiety.

‘I know. Let’s see how many seconds it takes for Papa to get back.’ Logan squeezed his arms gently around Virgil, hoping it offered comfort. ‘Shall we count together, Vee?’

At the energetic nod on his chest, Logan smiled. Virgil was never in an old enough headspace to actually be able to count with him, though he always opted for the inclusive phrasing nonetheless.

‘All right, are you ready? One, two, three, four, five -’

Logan continued on in a soft tone, the climbing numbers soon resembling more of a monotonous hum.

Counting aloud to Virgil was a tactic Logan had picked up to soothe the younger side’s anxiety. He himself had always found lists to be comforting, and the chronology of numbers was a truly endless list. He assumed that in Virgil’s case, the fact that Logan always counted aloud to even out Virgil’s breathing in the midst of an anxiety attack had created a sort of Pavlovian response in the boy; counting during a panic attack would amount to even breathing, which naturally soothed Virgil, and so Logan repeating the method outside of distressing circumstances tended to have a learned response of eliciting calm.

As the numbers rose higher, Virgil sunk further into Logan’s embrace and into relaxation. By the time Logan had reached the 240s and could hear Patton’s returning footsteps in the hallway, Virgil was a dead weight against him. The logical side suspected he may have fallen into a slumber, though he didn’t dare look down to check. He was worried that he would jostle the boy and risk shocking him out of his peaceful state.

When Patton shuffled back into the room quietly and looked at the pair on the couch, he instantly clapped his hands over his mouth. Logan strongly suspected the twinkles in his eyes to be unshed tears of happiness

‘Oh my goodness,’ Patton whispered into his palms. ‘I think he’s asleep, Lo.’

‘I suspected as much,’ Logan said plainly but felt the corner of his lips twitch up.

The small smile dropped from his face when he saw Patton bring out his cellphone.

‘Patton,’ Logan groaned quietly, his cheeks flushing.

He was not entirely fond of being photographed. The ordeal was fairly awkward. Was he meant to look at the camera or not? Should he pretend not to notice it and school his expression or react in some way? Logan had never had to worry much about it in the past, though recently Patton had become something of a photography enthusiast. His new hobby coincided quite directly with when they had begun to integrate the boys’ littlespaces into their family dynamic, which was unsurprising.

‘Oh, hush,’ Patton whispered with a bright smile, pulling the phone up to point at him. ‘You know you love it really.’

It was a half-truth, Logan supposed. He certainly did not like the process of being photographed. Though, the pictures Patton would send to him at the end of each day spent looking after their littles were some of Logan’s most cherished possessions, even if they were only pixels on a screen. The digital images of his family smiling together always offered Logan immense joy and motivation in rare moments of dejection.

‘You’re going to surpass your data storage limit at this rate,’ Logan mumbled, though he was sure it was obvious that his protest was insincere.

Patton frowned lightly as his finger tapped his phone screen, the camera shutter sound effect ringing out loudly. ‘I literally have no idea what you just said.’ The shutter clicked again.

Logan turned his gaze down to look at Virgil. The move was mostly since he felt uncomfortable looking at the camera, though he couldn’t deny that the sight he was met with was nearly addictive; Virgil curled up in his lap, his pacifier bobbing lightly in his mouth and his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

With a slight pause, Logan acknowledged that Virgil was blinking awake, probably having heard Patton’s camera.

‘Hello, honey bunny,’ Patton cooed, pocketing his phone. ‘Did you and Mama have a nice cuddle?’

Virgil’s face pulled up from Logan’s chest. (A small chuckle escaped Logan at the fabric crease line that indented Virgil’s rosy cheek.) He blinked slowly for a couple of seconds then looked over at Patton and nodded.

Patton smiled and shuffled over to them on the carpet, holding his hands out to Virgil. ‘Papa’s gonna take you to get changed now. Say bye-bye to Mama.’

Logan barely had a chance to recognise the ounce of disappointment in his chest before Virgil was whining and burying his face against Logan’s neck.

With wide eyes, Logan wrapped his arms around Virgil tightly. ‘Virgil, what’s the matter?’

‘Mama,’ Virgil mumbled sadly.

‘You don’t wanna leave Mama?’ Patton asked, sounding surprised.

A verbal response was not necessary as the squeeze of Virgil’s arms around his torso was all the answer Logan needed.

His disappointment was drowned out by elation.

‘Would you like me to come with you and Papa?’

Virgil’s hair tickled his neck with a nod.

With lips that trembled with the effort not to break into a wide grin, Logan kissed Virgil’s head softly. What a big difference such a small decision on Virgil’s part had made. Logan felt his doubts about being an effective caregiver trickle away at the confirmation that Virgil truly did want him around. He allowed himself to smile openly into Virgil’s hair. God, it felt good to be wanted.

‘Come on, sweetheart,’ Logan murmured under his breath. He secured his arms tightly around Virgil then carefully rose from the couch, lifting him in a bridal carry.

He had hoped the term of endearment was uttered quietly enough to evade Patton’s sensitive hearing, though the high-pitched squeal of affection that assaulted his ears was hardly reassuring on that front.

Once Logan had stood (surprised by how easy it was to keep a secure hold on Virgil; the boy was lighter than Logan had anticipated), Virgil whimpered faintly and wriggled, supposedly uncomfortable with being carried.

‘Okay, Vee, one second.’ Logan cautiously lowered Virgil back to the ground, though kept a steadying arm around his shoulders. ‘There we are.’

Patton reached out to comb Virgil’s bangs back, then smiled at Logan and quickly turned to lead them out of the room. 

By the time they had made it to Virgil’s bedroom, Patton was practically prancing. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!’ he gushed as he opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

Logan led Virgil in and shut the door behind him, noticing that Patton had set up quite thoroughly. As well as a selection of Virgil’s designated regression clothes laid out on the bed, there was also a large bath towel covering half of it. On top of the towel sat a bottle of baby powder, a tube of diaper cream, and a stack of four diapers, all adorning different patterns. Logan was glad that Patton had gone for a varied selection of the different styles they had purchased for Virgil. Having a certain degree of choice in the matter would hopefully give Virgil more of a sense of control over the situation.

By Virgil’s unchanged posture, Logan could tell that he had not noticed the diapers, and was unsure whether to be grateful for it or not.

‘Okay, sweetie,’ Patton said cheerily, ‘let’s show Mama how we get ready for baby time! Do you remember what we do first?’

Logan looked down to where Virgil clung to his side. The boy used his free hand to point at his eyes.

‘That’s right, we take off your makeup don’t we?’ Patton ran his thumb over Virgil’s cheek with a loving smile. ��I’m gonna go and get your makeup wipes. It will only take a moment. Papa's not going anywhere, I promise, baby!’

It was clear Patton was making a point to reassure Virgil as he had probably been distressed in the past when Patton walked away. Though, Logan could only think it seemed superfluous as Virgil hardly reacted when Patton moved to the dresser. His only response was to lean more heavily against Logan. 

‘Let’s sit down while Papa does that,’ Logan offered, feeling that Virgil was unstable on his feet as usual. He guided Virgil to the bed and sat himself down on the edge of the mattress before gently pulling the regressor into his lap.

Virgil instantly curled up against his chest and sighed in content.

With a makeup wipe in hand, Patton turned back to them. Logan caught a vague glimpse of him faltering in his steps, though it hardly lasted more than a second so he thought it was not worth mentioning.

‘You’re very brave today, aren’t you sweetheart?’ Patton murmured softly as he kneeled in front of them on the carpet. There was an incongruous lull to his tone. It almost sounded like disappointment.

Logan’s pondering on the possible source of this strange melancholy was interrupted by Patton’s loud stage-whisper:

‘Vee, I think Mama secretly loves cuddles.’

A noise of indignance left Logan’s lips. What a presumptive statement!

‘Excuse me, I most certainly -’

The look of surprised delight with which Virgil hit him halted Logan’s excuse. How could he possibly be expected to figuratively shoot him down? Plus, lying would only garner unnecessary attention from Janus.

‘I… am merely not immune to Virgil’s expertise in cuddling,’ Logan admitted finally, tightening his arms around the regressor. A happy hum came from the boy as he dropped his head back to Logan’s chest.

Patton giggled quietly. ‘Come on, baby. Look at Papa.’

Virgil’s head lifted again and Patton reached forward to swipe across Virgil’s closed eyes gently, gradually removing the dark makeup from his face. 

In a way that Logan had not anticipated and did not fully understand, he felt he was being granted access to a moment that spanned beyond the surface reality of what was happening before his eyes. It was a simple task, the remnants of eye shadow and eyeliner being stripped from Virgil’s skin. Though something in the way Virgil’s body melted into Logan’s and the adoring, near-hypnotised look in Patton’s eyes told Logan that this was not merely an often-repeated chore; perhaps a better word to describe it would be ritual. There seemed to be a silent exchange of emotion between the Papa and his baby. Logan felt quite entranced by the show of love and trust between two of the three people for whom he cared most in the world.

Feeling lulled into an intensely relaxed state, Logan rested his chin delicately on Virgil’s head. He was careful not to put any weight on Virgil given how unstable his balance and strength were.

‘Such a good boy!’ Patton praised as he threw the dirtied makeup wipe into the wastebasket by Virgil’s desk. ‘Can you show Mama your lovely, clean face?’

Logan’s chinrest moved slightly and he raised his head to look down at the shyness in Virgil’s eyes looking up at him.

‘You’re a very sweet baby, behaving so well for your Papa,’ Logan whispered with a small smile. His thumb brushed over Virgil’s dewy cheek. When it pulled away, it left a light blush in its wake.

‘Alrighty, next step!’ Patton announced quite suddenly.

Virgil quickly looked over to him and pointed at his own chest quite proudly.

There was the slightest hesitation when Patton smiled softly and said, ‘Yes, normally we take off your clothes next, don’t we, baby? But this time we’re gonna do something a little bit new.’

A muffled whimper sounded in Logan’s ears and Virgil tensed up so quickly that Logan had to tighten his embrace to stop him from tumbling off of his lap.

‘It’s okay, sweetheart.’ Patton spoke incredibly gently and leaned down to cup Virgil’s cheeks as he explained, ‘it’s nothing scary. We just need you to choose a diaper to wear today.’ Patton pointed to the stack of folded diapers at the end of the bed.

Logan watched Virgil’s eyes follow Patton’s pointer finger and cloud over with nervousness when they settled on the diapers. He was evidently overwhelmed.

‘How about we just cuddle for a while and have a little think about it, Virgil?’ Logan suggested.

At Virgil’s fervent nod, Logan manoeuvred him to sit sideways in his lap to face the diapers. He rocked the boy gently.

‘Oh, um, yeah. Of course,’ Patton murmured, settling quietly onto the edge of the mattress a little ways away from the other two.

Once Logan felt the tension leave Virgil’s body, he spent a couple more moments simply holding him before he made a hum of intrigue.

‘Oh, I like the pattern on that one,’ he muttered, pretending to have only just noticed the diapers. With one arm keeping a firm hold on Virgil, Logan reached forward to grab the diaper on the top of the pile.

He pulled it back towards himself and turned it over in his hands, making sure it was held in Virgil’s line of sight to display the pink, yellow and blue alphabet block pattern.

‘And it feels very nice too.’ Logan ran his fingers lightly over the material and inched it closer to Virgil.

As Logan had hoped, Virgil hesitantly reached a single finger out to run over the diaper much the same as Logan’s had. It appeared his curiosity had superseded his anxiety.

‘Thof,’ Virgil whispered through his pacifier. The delicate sound almost shocked Logan as the boy had mostly been non-verbal since regressing earlier.

Logan was thankful that his triumphant smile was hidden behind Virgil’s head. ‘It is soft, isn’t it?’

‘I think I prefer the colours on this one,’ Patton announced, reaching out to take the next diaper. He had apparently caught onto Logan’s tactic with the way his lips trembled like they always did when he was trying to contain a mischievous smile. Logan’s chest practically ached with affection for him.

The second diaper - which was adorned with unicorns and rainbows - let out a loud rustling crinkle sound as Patton twisted it slightly in his hands. The moral side gasped quietly (though the sound was still clearly exaggerated for Virgil’s benefit) and looked at Virgil with an excited smile.

‘Ooh, I really like that sound!’ He squeezed the diaper again to elicit the crinkling once more.

Logan felt Virgil sit more upright in his lap.

‘Do you like it too, baby?’

The first diaper made a muted echo of the sound as Virgil tried to squeeze it himself. Then his head collapsed back onto Logan and his nose buried against his chest. A little nod told Logan that Virgil was not upset but merely shy about this admission.

Wanting to chase away Virgil’s timidity quickly, Logan reached for another diaper and dropped it directly into Virgil’s lap.

‘Oh my, look at that pretty colour!’ he exclaimed, knowing Virgil would not be able to resist his curiosity.

Supported by Logan’s steadying hands, Virgil’s body twisted away from his torso to look at the new diaper, which was a deep purple. His hands stroked over it without hesitation this time.

‘Burble?’ Virgil squeaked in surprise.

‘Yes, your favourite colour.’

The diaper was then pulled up to Virgil’s chest where the regressor hugged it protectively. Logan’s own arms squeezed and pulled Virgil closer against his chest in much the same manner.

‘Baby, look at this one!’ Patton called joyfully.

Logan felt Virgil bounce slightly in his lap as he craned his neck to better see the last diaper that Patton now held out towards him.

‘Can you tell me and Mama what animal this is?’ Patton pointed to one of the many animal characters on the diaper.

‘Biwaf!’ Virgil cried in a rare moment of excitement.

Patton positively beamed. ‘Yes, clever baby. It’s a giraffe!’

Happy that they had taken the path of a fun, educational activity, Logan eagerly pointed to another character. ‘What about this one, Vee?’

After a moment of silence, Virgil whined slightly and looked up at him for help.

Logan felt immense pride in being seen as a source of knowledge. ‘Can you remember what animal King Louie is in The Jungle Book?’ he prompted.

A tiny gasp met his ears as Virgil looked back down at the diaper and whispered, ‘Bawanganan.’

Laughter strained at Logan’s throat, but he pressed his lips into a firm line and swallowed it down. No matter how utterly endearing that was, he could not allow himself to laugh lest it upset Virgil. Logan was perfectly practised in concealing outbursts of emotion, it should have been easy enough for him.

However, he failed to take into account Patton’s quivering smile which always made it so much harder to remain stoic.

‘C-can you say that again, honey?’ Patton asked, his voice trembling with concealed giggles. It was at this point that Logan knew he would not be able to last. Patton was so close to cracking himself, and his laughter was just too contagious.

And then Virgil spoke again, attempting to repeat what was likely a far too complex word for his headspace. ‘Amagabab?’

Surprisingly, Logan broke first. Deep, endless chuckles poured from his mouth and within a mere second, Patton’s joined in. Logan kept a firm hold around Virgil as his body shook with his laughter.

‘Wong?’ Virgil’s whimper cut through them and Logan promptly swallowed the rest of his mirth, not wanting Virgil to feel as if they were laughing at him.

‘No, sweetheart,’ Logan tried to say softly, though one final choked chuckle broke through the last word. ‘It is an orangutan, you’re right,’ he said much more calmly through an aching smile.

‘Aren’t you just the smartest little baby?’ Patton cooed, reaching out to pinch Virgil’s cheek.

Virgil giggled and scrunched his shoulders up. At a loud crinkle, Logan noted that the boy was still cuddling the purple diaper to his chest.

‘Do you have a favourite diaper you want to wear, sweetie pie?’ Patton asked, smiling knowingly.

Without responding, Virgil’s cheeks went a bit pink and he pulled the diaper further up to his chin as if wanting to hide behind it.

‘I think he does,’ Logan teased gently, poking the purple material in Virgil’s hands. He suddenly found himself with an embarrassed baby hiding against his neck.

Taking a moment to share an amused glance with Patton, Logan witnessed the smile on Patton’s face slowly fade

‘Do… you want Mama to undress you this time, honey?’ Patton asked quietly, avoiding Logan’s gaze.

It only took a slight stiffness in Virgil’s shoulders to convince Logan to make an excuse.

‘That’s all right,’ he quickly interjected. ‘I will just observe this time.’

He had not wanted Virgil to feel pressured to try too much change too fast and was glad to feel Virgil relax again in his arms.

‘Okay then!’ Patton bounced off of the mattress and took the diaper from Virgil’s hands with a bright smile, placing it on the mattress. ‘Let’s get those big clothes off, my little Stormcloud.’

A whine of protest sounded out as they both gently pried Virgil off of Logan’s lap and sat him on the bed beside him.

‘We cannot get you changed in my lap, Virgil,’ Logan murmured, feeling ridiculous for the internal ache at no longer having the child in his arms.

‘Up, up,’ Patton said as he tugged on Virgil’s wrists to get his arms above his head. He pulled Virgil’s hoodie and top off with slight wriggling defiance from the regressor. Once the clothes were flung off from Virgil’s arms and onto the floor, he crossed his arms tightly. Patton shook his head and smiled. ‘Uh oh, have we got a fussy baby?’

From the way his pacifier pushed forward slightly, Logan knew Virgil was pouting.

‘Do you know what the cure is for pouty little ones?’ Patton wriggled his fingers in midair in front of Virgil’s face and the boy’s cheeks immediately stretched in a wide smile.

Logan’s own teeth bared in a grin when Patton’s fingers pounced on Virgil and started skittering over his bare ribs. A high-pitched squeal rang around the room as Virgil curled forward, hugging his stomach.

‘Who’s a ticklish baby?’ Patton cooed, still teasing Virgil’s skin with his fingertips.

‘Well, this is just too precious,’ Logan murmured in disbelief, watching Virgil wriggle on the mattress and smile so much that he was surprised the boy’s pacifier hadn’t fallen out.

‘Oh, it’s about to get a whole lot precious-er!’ There was an impish glint in Patton’s eyes.

Virgil’s huffs of laughter were muffled and intermitted by little squeaks. He was clearly trying to hold them in.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle,’ Patton teased in a sing-song, ‘I’m gonna find my baby’s… giggle!’

At the last word, Patton’s fingers suddenly shot down to squiggle at Virgil’s belly. As if it had triggered a switch, Virgil fell backwards onto the part of the mattress that was covered by the bath towel and his little laughing snuffles were replaced by loud, melodic giggles.

Logan could not tear his gaze away from the sheer happiness on Virgil’s face. The sound of his laughter was joyful, babyish and utterly adorable.

Without even having to think about it, his hand was softly cupping Virgil’s cheek.

‘Aha, success!’ Patton cried triumphantly. Logan noted out of the corner of his eye that he was leaning down to collect the diaper products. With a rush of pride, Logan realised Patton had planned the ticklish interlude perfectly to avoid exacerbating Virgil’s anxiety about the diaper change. How ingenious!

‘You need baby giggles before you change your baby,’ Patton said quite seriously. ‘It’s baby law.’

Logan chuckled at the way Virgil rolled his head on the bed and looked to him with wide eyes, clearly seeking his confirmation. ‘I do believe I read that somewhere, yes.’

‘Okay, I think we’re ready,’ Patton muttered.

The slight nervousness to his tone would have been undetectable to Virgil, though Logan heard it loud and clear. He could not deny there might have been some relevance to it. It was all very well Virgil agreeing to wear a diaper, though Logan doubted in his current headspace that the regressor would have considered the fact that it involved Patton actually changing him into one, which was an unavoidably invasive task. Given what Logan had heard of Virgil’s reaction when Patton first started bathing him, he was not oblivious enough to think that this would go entirely smoothly.

‘Your papa is going to change you now,’ Logan said, smiling reassuringly at the nervous look that snapped onto him. ‘Would you like me to leave?’

Virgil whimpered and quickly shuffled over on the bed to hide his face against Logan’s hip. Not for the first time that day, and what Logan was beginning to think would not be the last, he felt his heart practically burst at Virgil’s sudden attachment to him.

‘All right, little one. I don’t have to go,’ he murmured, stroking his hand once over Virgil’s hair before encouraging him to lie back down on the towel. ‘Mama will stay right here.’

‘Baby, I’m going to take off your pants and underwear now,’ Patton announced softly and promptly unfastened the button on Virgil’s jeans. He clearly thought delaying the process would not be beneficial.

Virgil’s eyes flitted anxiously between Patton’s hands and Logan’s face. With a slight ache in his chest, Logan heard a shaky whimper as Patton began tugging the clothing down Virgil’s hips. 

‘Shh, it’s all right, sweetheart,’ Patton whispered.

It did not seem to placate the boy whose chest started to rise and fall more quickly, so Logan made a snap decision. He shuffled himself around on the mattress so that he was sitting right by Virgil’s hip and facing his head. Then he leaned sideways slightly over Virgil’s torso to block the regressor’s view of his lower half.

‘Why don’t you pick a toy to hold, Virgil?’ Logan suggested, being sure to keep his eyes fixed on Virgil’s face where the regressor was viciously pulling at the handle of his pacifier.

‘That’s a good idea!’ Patton said from behind him. It sounded like he was struggling a little getting Virgil’s skinny jeans off of his legs. ‘Who do you think needs a cuddle today, honey?’

Virgil’s worried eyes looked up at Logan. ‘Minpy?’

‘Minty is having a bath right now,’ Logan explained gently, thinking of the toy that was currently in the laundry due to being wet from Virgil’s accident the day previously. ‘Can you pick another friend?’

Virgil’s eyebrows pulled down slightly, and it looked like he was struggling to say something. Then Logan heard the distinctive sound of his clothes being pulled off from his legs and suddenly Virgil’s face was hidden behind his hands. A muffled whimper broke Virgil’s silence.

‘It’s okay, sweetheart, Mama can pick for you,’ Logan quickly reassured and leaned over the bed to grab a soft toy - Virgil’s pink stuffed pig. ‘Look who it is, Vee!’

Virgil peeked over his fingers to see the toy that Logan was holding out in front of him. ‘Pigwet?’

Logan smiled encouragingly and pushed the toy into Virgil’s hands. The pacifier handle was dropped in favour of squeezing the soft toy.

‘Baby,’ Patton said carefully, out of sight, ‘I know it’s scary, but I really need you to uncurl your legs so Papa can get you changed quickly.’

Virgil’s head shook quickly on the mattress and his fingers squeezed his toy fiercely.

‘You can do it, Virgil.’ Logan placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder and ran his thumb in soothing circles over Virgil’s bare skin. ‘Shall we be brave for Papa?’

Piglet rose up to Virgil’s chin and covered the lower half of his face, but Logan could see the nervousness in his wide eyes. Eventually there was a muffled sound of movement and Virgil began trembling lightly.

‘Good boy,’ Patton praised quietly, then there was some distinctive rustling and Logan knew the diaper must have been unfolded.

‘Shall we have a little chat?’ Logan asked Virgil, smoothing his hands over the regressor’s shoulders in comfort. At a shaky nod, he started trying to distract the boy as best he could. ‘Can you tell me who Piglet’s best friend is?’

‘Wimmie?’ Virgil murmured alongside some crinkling sounds as his body was shuffled slightly. Patton must have laid the diaper beneath him.

‘That’s right,’ Logan nodded with a smile and squeezed Virgil’s shoulders. ‘Winnie the Pooh helps keep Piglet calm, doesn’t he?’

The unmistakable scent of diaper cream hit Logan’s nose followed by the sound of hands rubbing together.

‘Papa,’ Virgil whined and clenched his eyes shut, hugging his toy tightly to his chest.

‘You’re doing so well, sweetie!’ Patton’s tone was exaggerated and emotive, the words practically leaking with pride. ‘This might be a bit cold. Can you keep talking to Mama for me?’

‘Quick, Vee, I need your help,’ Logan immediately pleaded, rubbing his hands firmly up and down Virgil’s arms in an attempt to distract him from what was happening below his waist. ‘I can’t remember the name of the stripy orange character in Winnie the Pooh.’

‘B-Bipper.’ Virgil’s voice was garbled by his pacifier and choked by unshed tears.

‘Oh, of course, Tigger!’ Logan thoroughly disliked how Virgil’s face was pinched in fear. ‘Does Tigger like to… run?’

The mattress jiggled with how rapidly Virgil shook his head.

‘No?’ Logan feigned surprise. ‘If he doesn’t like to run, what does he like to do?’

‘Bounth,’ Virgil squeaked, his eyes still firmly shut.

As the smell of baby powder filled the room, Logan breathed a gentle sigh of relief, letting up in his stroking on Virgil’s arms. It seemed the most invasive part of the change was over. ‘Does he like to bounce?’

Virgil nodded and his eyes finally opened hesitantly.

‘And trounce?’ A series of crinkling sounds met his ears and informed him that Patton must have been working to fasten the diaper now.

It was a true delight, watching Virgil’s furrowed features morph into a gentle smile. He nodded again.

Logan couldn’t help but return the soft expression. ‘And flounce?’

Virgil giggled quietly, squeezing Piglet tighter. This time it was in anticipation as opposed to anxiety.

‘And pounce?!’ Logan gasped as if scandalised. It had the desired effect in eliciting laughter from Virgil and causing his body to shake as he kicked his legs lightly in excitement. It was ridiculously endearing.

‘Hey,’ Patton chuckled softly. ‘I’m trying to tape you up, baby. Try not to kick Papa.’ His voice quickly lowered to mutter to himself thoughtfully, ‘Now why didn’t that stick?’ 

‘Did you hear that, Vee?’ Logan cupped one of Virgil’s cheeks in his palm with a proud smile. ‘Nearly done.’

The cheek in his hand bunched up as Virgil smiled widely. ‘Mama!’

Virgil then reached up with one hand to bat playfully at Logan’s tie (much like a kitten, the caregiver thought) then simply held onto the end of it.

The grip was gentle and only tugged very slightly at the tie. Logan internally deliberated whether there was any physical explanation for the way the action seemed to tug at his heart, too.

Before he even had the chance to attempt to speak in a steady voice, the sound of various sticky rips caused Logan to turn around (he eased Virgil’s hand from his tie to allow him better movement, though kept his own fingers intertwined with his baby’s). He caught a glimpse of Patton struggling to separate two diaper tapes that had stuck together, biting his lip with a frown.

‘Do you require assistance, Patton?’ Logan asked carefully, wary that Patton’s face was pulled into quite an atypical look of frustration.

The harshness to his expression faded away in an instant and Patton’s gaze inched up to Logan with a shy smile. ‘Maybe a bit.’

Logan nodded and released Virgil’s hand (much to the regressor’s distress) to shuffle off of the mattress. Looking at the white fingerprints on the diaper tapes, it became obvious that Patton had struggled with them due to the cream and powder on his fingers. ‘Why don’t you go and wash your hands?’

There was a definite hesitance in the moral side, but after a couple of moments he acquiesced. ‘All right. I’ll be right back, my adorable little baby!’

Before leaving Patton leaned over the mattress to press a firm kiss to Virgil’s nose and the boy giggled and squished Patton’s cheeks in response. 

As Patton hurried out from the room (squealing quietly all the way), Logan got to work on the diaper. Easily enough Logan managed to fasten the tapes tightly, though it did take a couple of tries.

‘All done, sweetheart!’ Logan announced cheerfully. After tugging slightly at the hips to ensure the diaper was secure enough around Virgil, Logan leaned back to take in the sight.

If he were to be honest with himself, he had not expected to feel anything other than indifferent to Virgil’s new attire. When ordering the diapers online, Patton had gushed about the various designs being cute, though Logan was unsure as to how he was meant to see incontinence products as anything more than purely functional, and therefore neutral.

Looking down at Virgil now, he was forced to abandon his initial expectations. The deep purple of the diaper was a stark contrast to Virgil’s pale, freckled skin, and the thick padding of it somehow, inexplicably, was indisputably adorable to Logan. Of course, he had known that Virgil would give off the impression of being younger due to the connotations of infancy associated with diapers. Though that did not explain how Virgil’s eyes were wider and sparkling with babyish innocence, how his face looked softer, and how his words suddenly made even less sense than they normally did when he was little.

‘Mamamaba,’ Virgil babbled and shook his soft toy in the air above his head.

Logan smiled gently and settled back beside Virgil on the mattress. ‘What was that, Vee?’

Bright eyes crinkled with happiness as they settled on him. ‘Agaga!’

Logan’s mouth dropped open. ‘Oh my goodness, have you regressed even younger?’ he asked in disbelief, fully aware that Virgil would be unable to answer.

The surprise in Logan’s tone appeared to upset Virgil. He whined and dropped Piglet on the bed to make grabby hands at Logan.

As his mind reeled at the unexpected shift in Virgil’s headspace, Logan gently pulled Virgil up into a sitting position. The diaper crinkled softly against the mattress with every small movement and Logan found the sound to be quite comforting. It reminded him that this was the time to be taking care of his and Patton’s baby and so prevented his mind from thinking about anything else. He was sure the noise alone would be able to trigger his caregiver headspace in the future purely by association.

Virgil made a small hum and wriggled his hips slightly, eliciting more rustling noises. It wasn’t until Logan noted Virgil’s blush and slow blinking which accompanied the sounds that he realised what had caused this further slip.

‘Lo, is he feeling okay?’ Patton’s worried voice came from the doorway. Within seconds Patton was by the bed, pressing his (now clean) hand against Virgil’s forehead, supposedly to feel for a temperature. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’

With a whine, Virgil ducked away from the touch and instead pushed his face against Logan’s chest. There were more loud crinkles as the regressor shuffled clumsily on the bed, trying to get closer to his caregiver.

A quiet chuckle escaped Logan as he wrapped his arms around Virgil and pulled him onto his lap. Virgil’s legs instantly wrapped around his hips and his arms clung to his shoulders. The image of a koala popped into Logan’s mind.

‘He is perfectly all right,’ Logan murmured, quite stunned and unable to pull his gaze away from where Virgil clung to him. ‘I believe the feeling of wearing a diaper has merely pushed him into a younger headspace.’

‘Younger?’ Patton echoed. ‘Like… an even tinier baby?’

Logan’s hand smoothed over Virgil’s hair and earned him a soft sigh. For one reason or another, tears sprung to Logan’s eyes and he rapidly blinked to be rid of them. ‘Apparently so.’

He looked up from Virgil just in time to see the worry ebb off of Patton’s face and be replaced by joyful disbelief. His gaze swept down to settle on the boy bundled in Logan’s arms and his eyes suddenly sparkled with utter adoration. It took Logan’s breath away.

‘Oh gosh, I - this -’ Patton squeaked, though he paused and took a deep breath to calm himself. It didn’t seem to work. ‘He is so frickin’ adorable!’

‘I have to agree,’ Logan smiled softly.

Patton quickly scooched closer to both of them and ducked slightly to be able to see Virgil’s face. ‘Hello there, tiny baby! Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?’

Light embarrassment was to be expected in Virgil, as he so often blushed when he sunk into his regression or when his caregivers complimented him. Though the way Virgil whimpered and hurriedly buried his face into Logan’s shoulder reflected how he reacted when he was shy around someone unfamiliar (such as when he had first voluntarily been regressed around Roman, or when Janus had walked in on family time a month previously).

The reaction was quite a shock, given the fact that the person Virgil had just hidden from was his own Papa.

From his position above the pair, Logan had the perfect view of Patton’s excited adoration being drowned out by a sudden flash of hurt in his eyes.

Logan was quick to try to rectify Virgil’s unknowing action. ‘Patton, it is just because he is -’

‘Let’s get you dressed, sweetpea!’ Patton announced, hastily jumping to his feet as if the mattress had burned him. He snatched up two items of clothing from the bed.

‘It is only because of his further slip,’ Logan pressed on, absently running his hands over Virgil’s bare back. The regressor seemed entirely unaware of what was happening, and Logan could not help but be grateful.

It was quiet as Patton froze in place, looking quite longingly down to where Virgil sat in Logan’s lap, then back to Logan with a reluctance behind his eyes.

‘He is just a bit more shy because it is a new experience,’ Logan spoke soothingly, looking Patton directly in the eyes to convey sincerity. ‘I am sure of it.’

Patton’s Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp. His watery eyes flitted between Logan and the clothes that were clenched in his hands. Then, at last, his shoulders dropped and a hesitant smile twisted his lips.

‘I’m sorry, I just… freaked out a bit.’ He flopped back down onto the mattress at Logan’s side with a long sigh.

‘It is understandable,’ Logan whispered. Without jostling Virgil too much, he shuffled closer to Patton on the bed so that their legs were touching and bumped his shoulder against Patton’s side softly. Then he looked to Virgil and squeezed him lightly as he asked, ‘Vee? Do you love your papa?’

Though he did not say anything in response, Virgil’s excessive head nodding was unmistakable.

Patton laughed quite unevenly and Logan’s gaze snapped back to see his lip wobbling through a smile.

‘See, he loves you.’ On a whim, one of Logan’s hands left Virgil’s back to gently cup Patton’s cheek and angle his head to look at him. ‘We both do.’

A shaky exhale blew from Patton’s lips and tickled at Logan’s throat. ‘I love you both too.’

Then their lips were locked in a gentle, quick kiss. Logan was unsure who had initiated it; it was almost as if they were magnets being drawn together without need for free will.

As Patton pulled back, Logan suddenly became aware of the weight of the boy on his lap. With wide eyes, as well as noticing the rising flush on Patton’s cheeks, Logan looked down to check on Virgil. He remained unchanged and seemed perfectly happy simply snuggling into Logan’s shoulder. There was no indication he had noticed the kiss at all.

With a note of relief that he was sure Patton shared, the two caregivers exchanged warm smiles for a moment. Then Patton fell back into what Logan assumed was routine.

‘Okey dokey,’ Patton practically sang as he jumped back up from the bed with a giddy spring to his step. (Logan couldn’t help the swell of pride at the knowledge that he himself caused such a dramatic turn in Patton’s mood.) ‘Loganberry, can you turn the baby around so he can choose some clothes?’

Logan wrapped his arms around Virgil tightly and whispered to him, ‘Here we go, sweetheart.’

With one arm around his shoulders and another carefully positioned beneath the diaper, he lifted Virgil slightly and shuffled him around to sit sideways in his lap. There was no protest, Virgil only hummed and suckled on his pacifier more quickly.

‘Hi there, cutie pie,’ Patton cooed with a gentle smile. ‘Do you want to wear the Sesame Street t-shirt -’ he held the named garment up, and then raised another ‘- or the Eeyore onesie?’

Without being able to see Virgil’s expression from above his head, Logan was unsure as to whether he was silently deliberating or simply did not understand the question. Though after a while, the boy’s head lifted from his chest and Virgil’s eyes pleaded silently with Logan.

‘You can pick whichever one you want, Vee,’ Logan assured with a nod.

It took a trifle more coaxing via Logan squeezing his shoulders and Patton stroking his cheek, but eventually Virgil shyly pointed to the blue onesie.

‘Of course, my little stormcloud!’ Patton beamed, starting to bunch the leg of the onesie up in his hands.

‘I see there’s a Winnie the Pooh theme going on today.’ Logan reached out for the abandoned Piglet toy on the mattress and pressed it back into Virgil’s hands.

Virgil squeaked in surprise and wrapped his fingers around the toy, holding it tightly to his chest.

‘Aw, maybe we can have a Winnie the Pooh party!’ Patton cried happily. ‘Won’t that be fun, honey?’ He bent down to ease Virgil’s feet into the legs of the onesie as the regressor nodded lightly. 

‘Up we go!’ Patton pulled the onesie up Virgil’s legs swiftly, then dropped the bundle of fabric at his lap. ‘Okay, Mama, your turn.’

Knowing instinctively the task that had been handed to him, Logan very slowly slipped Virgil off of his lap and onto the mattress. The regressor instantly started whining. His upset only became more pronounced when Patton took Piglet from his hands.

At that, Virgil’s whines became loud whimpers, the sound so genuine that it broke Logan’s heart. He could absolutely relate to the sad wince on Patton’s face.

‘Aw, I know, baby,’ Patton cooed sympathetically and held the toy in his own hands in clear sight of Virgil. He likely did not want Virgil to think the toy had fallen out of existence given the boy’s reduced understanding of object permanence.

‘It’s only for a moment, sweetheart,’ Logan whispered and wasted no time in grasping the rest of the onesie. He manoeuvred it over Virgil’s diaper (the fabric sliding easily over the smooth material) then up his torso. Virgil had been rubbing at one of his eyes with a fist quite tiredly before Logan took his hand and guided it into a sleeve. ‘Are you feeling sleepy, little one?’

There was no verbal response, Virgil only sniffled lightly while Logan slipped the last onesie sleeve onto him. His body was incredibly lax and put up no complaint to being dressed. He truly must have been in an infant’s headspace to have little to no awareness or care for being moved around so much. Logan struggled to ascertain an exact age, though made a mental note to observe more behaviours as the day went on.

Patton was pulling up the front zipper of the onesie and paused halfway to scribble his finger over Virgil’s bare ribs, apparently unable to resist the temptation. The action shook Virgil from his lethargic haze as the regressor writhed and giggled. The laughter was distinctly airier than usual.

‘There he is,’ Patton smiled, pulling the zipper up the rest of the way. Piglet was back in Virgil’s grasp within seconds. ‘Are you a happy baby?’

Purple hair fell into his face as Virgil nodded firmly.

Logan carded his fingers through the bangs to reveal Virgil’s happy expression. ‘Do you like the diaper?’ (He knew the answer but thought it would benefit Virgil to admit it to himself to reinforce the positive experience.)

Virgil’s eyes swept down to his lap as if he could see the diaper through his onesie. A blush visibly overtook him and his knees pulled up to his chest tightly as he nodded.

Seeing Virgil so affected by the diaper in an overwhelmingly positive way filled Logan with immense joy. And Virgil being curled up into a small ball of soft blue fabric supplemented by his rosy cheeks and his glittering lilac pacifier made Logan’s chest physically ache in both a pleasing and a hurtful way. The sensation was something akin to Thomas’ reaction whenever he saw a small puppy; all Logan wanted at that moment was to pick Virgil up and cradle him to his chest and rock him and never let him touch the ground, where so many things could hurt him. It was an adoration of Virgil’s sweetness, though simultaneously an awareness of his vulnerability and hence Logan’s own responsibility to keep him safe from all manner of threats.

‘You are adorable,’ Logan stated solemnly.

‘Yes, he is,’ Patton agreed and pinched softly at Virgil’s cheek with a bright grin.

Virgil promptly pulled Piglet up in front of his face - though Logan could still spy his dimple peeking from around the toy. It was cute that Virgil was so embarrassed by their attention but, even so, Logan felt robbed by not being able to see his reaction. So, naturally, he concocted a plan.

‘I suppose if I can’t kiss Virgil’s head I will have to settle for Piglet’s.’ Logan leaned forward and pressed a firm, loudly exaggerated kiss to Piglet’s head. ‘Mwah!’

The stuffed pig was slowly lowered and Virgil’s mismatched eyes peeked hesitantly over it at Logan. ‘Kith?’

‘Oh, would you like a forehead kiss too?’ Logan asked in mock-surprise.

Virgil nodded and dropped Piglet to his lap. He closed his eyes and held his head forward in preparation. Not making him wait for more than a second, Logan pressed a soft peck to Virgil’s forehead, cupping his jaw gently. He was happy to hear a hum of content leave Virgil’s lips before he pulled away.

‘Okay, you two need to stop being so sweet,’ Patton whispered brokenly. Logan’s head snapped around, surprised to see tears dripping down Patton’s cheek, which stretched with a smile. ‘I can’t take it.’

Despite the sight of Patton’s tears causing him to falter, only one word blared through Logan’s brain as he gazed upon him; love.

‘Patton, are you -’

A hand waved through the air flippantly. ‘No, no, I’m fine. Just…’ Patton’s face adorned quite a sappy smile. ‘I just love you. Both of you. All of you. Oh my gosh, let’s get Roman to come to our Pooh party as well!’

‘Wo-Wo!’ Virgil cried excitedly and bounced lightly in his seat.

‘Shall we go get your big brother?’ Patton asked and held Virgil’s hand (the one that wasn’t currently clutching Piglet as if he feared the soft toy would jump out of his grasp and run away). He tugged Virgil up gently, as gentle as they always did when he was regressed, though Logan watched on as Virgil instantly lost his balance.

He swayed precariously for half a second before tumbling back down onto the mattress. Logan quickly caught his back and ensured he did not fall backwards and hit his head on the wall.

‘Are you all right, Vee?’ Logan was certainly not panicked over such a subtle fall, though his tone of voice did not exactly say as much.

After a couple of blinks and a slight frown, Virgil looked up to Logan and held his arms out with a muffled whine.

Logan realised that being in his younger headspace meant Virgil was even less able to stand and walk than he usually was while regressed (and that really was saying something). It should not have been a shock given Virgil’s decreased awareness. Plus, the thick padding of the diaper must have had some effect on his ability to move his legs so freely.

He was wary of making assumptions where Virgil’s desires were concerned, however, so Logan did his best to keep to sheer excitement from his tone when he asked: ‘Do you need Mama to carry you?’

Virgil merely whined again and flexed the fingers of his free hand, looking almost betrayed by Logan’s lack of action.

It was difficult to conceal an idiotically large smile as he stood from the mattress and leant down to carefully lift Virgil onto his hip, though Logan somehow managed. He was not so successful in hiding his delight when he held Virgil securely in his arms and the regressor’s head dropped to his shoulder with a little sigh.

‘Oh, wow, you’re strong,’ Patton mumbled, his eyes fixed on Logan’s hold on Virgil. There was a faint pink tint to his cheeks.

Logan was quick to shrug the statement off, ‘He is surprisingly light.’

‘Still…’ Patton’s gaze crawled up to Logan’s face and he smiled quite coyly.

Logan pretended the way he readjusted his hold on Virgil was to keep him secure, though really he just had to concentrate on something that wasn’t how attractive Patton’s smirk was. It wasn’t hard. The weight of Virgil in his arms commanded his attention and, despite the physical weighing down of his body, he felt as if his heart soared when Virgil buried his nose into his shoulder and snuffled a little.

‘Why don’t I take Virgil to the living room while you get our little prince?’ he suggested.

Patton’s eyes fell to Virgil and he sighed slightly before nodding. With a brief delay, he reached out to stroke Virgil’s hair once before leading the way out of the bedroom and to the staircase.

‘See you two in a bit,’ Patton murmured at the top of the stairs then began his way down the hallway. There was a slight falter in his footsteps before he quietly called back, ‘Love you, baby.’

‘Wuvoo,’ Virgil murmured and snuggled further against Logan’s shoulder. It seemed to satisfy Patton as his footsteps started back up again, taking him away in the direction of Roman’s room.

‘Down we go,’ Logan announced, beginning their descent down the stairs.

They were not three steps down when Virgil suddenly started squirming. It was weak and Logan’s hold was firm so there was no damage done, though it did increase their chances of having a fall.

‘Sweetheart, I need you to stop moving. Can you please do that for Mama?’

After another couple of steps, Virgil’s wriggling did not cease and was joined by gentle whimpers.

‘Are you scared?’ A louder whimper. ‘Why are you scared, little one?’

‘Mama fall!’ Virgil whined with a frantic edge to his tone.

Logan’s arms squeezed around him. ‘I won’t fall, sweetheart. I promise I’ll keep you safe.’ Virgil’s anxious movements swiftly came to an end as Logan pressed a firm kiss to the top of his head. ‘I’ll always keep my baby safe.’

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