#cg!remus

[babybatsanonymous]

Regressor Virgil who doesn't regret leaving the dark side but who has to hold back tears every time Roman hugs him because his hugs are so much like Remus'.

[silliestboyever]

Ok but hear me out, caregiver Remus calling age regressor Sirius, pup, or puppy as a nickname when he's regressed.

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Caregiver Remus Lupin Moodboard

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @kawaiipeacemusic @helloomimi

[remusslove]

here me tf out remus lupin cumming just from being praised and having his hair pulled ahhhh 🦋🦋🦋

“There you go baby. Let go for me. Such a pretty thing for me” he gasped gripping onto your wrist as you continued to jerk off his over stimulated cock for the second time.

His hazel eyes rolled to the back of his head as his back arched. Long ropes of cum shot out and even reached his chest. You smirked knowing that this is gonna be repeated all. Night. Long.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Sirius Black being super comfortable about his regression (another way he can piss off his parents) and Remus being jealous because he doesn’t think he could ever be that comfortable with his own little side.

[lil-mushr00m]

Drawing

Regressor! Virgil

Caregivers! Janus and Patton

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Waxy, bright colors circled a piece of drawing paper, nearly every color out of the crayon box used to fill the paper, a certain little spider focused on creating a portrait. Creativity tended to drift towards Roman, Remus, and hell, even Patton, with his jewelry! If he stretched, maybe Janus, with his theatrics. In the end, next to Logan, Virgil never considered himself much of a creative man. There and now, he sat determined, though, coloring a nice picture.

Today was the day. He'd give Patton the picture and tell him he regresses. He could do it.

As his picture came to a finish, he set his dull crayon down, halfway used, and admired his picture. It isn't perfect by any means. It's messy, and a few streaks of colors dragged far outside the lines. Even so, he figured all the colors would be a nice touch. Patton likes colors.

He shakily stood up, wearing his signature hoodie, and glanced at the little black cat sitting on his bed, tail lazily swaying against his sheets. She perks up briefly at his stare and tilts her head, and Virgil bites his lip.

"What if he hates it?" He thinks aloud to her, picking the drawing up with a worried frown. "And what if...what if he thinks I'm weird?" He chokes out, his chest suddenly feeling a bit tight and his eyes brimming with tears. His little cat meows softly, sitting up and staring. Sniffling, Virgil heads over, gently reaching a hand out to have her knock her fuzzy head against his knuckles, purring softly. Her whiskers tickle in skin, and he cracks a smile through his tears.

"Thanks, Luna," He whispers quietly. "Gonna do it okay? I am." He insists with a little nod and peers over at the door. "Patton will understand, Gotta tell him. Maybe Lo would...but..." Virgil trails off, his cheeks dusting pink. "Wanna tell Pat." he choked out, fidgeting with the end of his hoodie, brushing his fingertips against the fabric over and over, soothing himself.

Luna knocked her head against his knuckles again, almost encouraging him, and Virgil nodded. "Okay, Imma do it." He tells her, beginning to walk towards his door. "Just rip it off like a bandaid-"

BAM

Virgil yelps loudly, jumping nearly six feet off the ground as his door slams open, his eyes widening. Luna shoots up, hissing loudly at the intruder. Remus stood tall, grinning wide with messy hair, some of it thrown into a couple of braids while the rest was left untamed. His face flashed with glee, and Virgil watched it flicker for a moment with confusion as he peered around the room.

"Why do you-"

"Get out!" Virgil hisses, getting over his initial shock, his shoulders tense while he moved to push Remus out. He only used one hand, the other reserved to shoot behind his back and hide his colorful drawing from the prying wide eyes. Remus barely seemed phased by his weak pushing and peered behind his back curiously.

"The fuck are you hiding?" He laughs, easily making a grab for it while Virgil flushed and tried to desperately to snatch it back.

"Remus! Give it!" He hisses, kicking his calf roughly while he easily kept him at arms length, looking over his colorful drawing of Patton, his cheeks burning as he gave a loud, amused cackle.

"This is so lame! It's kinda fucking cute. What's with all the kid shit anyway?" He asks while tears of frustration build up in Virgils eyes, his hands balling into fists.

"Give it back!"

"Honestly," a silky smooth voice drawled, interrupting the two. "Remus, can't you go two seconds without tormenting someone?" Janus sighs, drifting into Virgils room while Virgils chest begins to tighten, his breathing picking up a bit. He shrunk away, hugging over his stomach protectively while Luna snarled, getting low.

"It's fun," Remus snickers, holding out the picture, much to Virgils dismay. "Besides, look at this!"

Janus takes the picture and admires it a bit, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "This is cute," He muses while Virgil sinks further into his hoodie. "Patton, hm?"

"Give it back," Virgil whines for the hundredth time, his voice cracking a bit, having to blink back tears. "It was stupid. Just give-"

"It's not stupid," Janus' voice is oddly soft, and Virgil hated how it caused a comforting warmth to wash through him. Janus' eyes seemed to dart across his desk, noting all the childish items scattered, and yet said nothing on the topic. He swiftly grabbed Remus by his ear, earning a loud whine.

"Hey!"

"How about," Janus' voice easily overpowers Remus' whines. "I take you to see Patton, hm? I'll get Remus tied down somewhere-" Janus ignores Remus' eyebrow wiggle. "And we'll go, hm? After all, such a magnificent work of art can't stay hidden, can it?" Janus muses, delicately handing it back to Virgil, watching as he desperately snatched it away and held it to his chest, his head tilted down while he bit his lip and gave a weak shrug.

"I'll be back in a few moments, little spider. Sit tight." Janus sings, gently holding a finger out to Luna, who had calmed down just a tad and swiped at him anyway, albeit weakly. Janus pulled his hand back, respecting the little cats wishes, though, she didn't immediately maul him, he took it as a good sign. He didn't wait for a response before he dragged Remus away, leaving Virgil to comprehend what the hell just happened. His regressed brain raced, and he could barely contain his emotions, his bottom lip trembling.

It hadn't gone awful, Janus seemed supportive, Remus is an idiot, but he wanted to tell them on his terms, and now they both knew! He didn't want them to know so soon! He choked back a sob and sat on his bed, allowing the drawing to drift to the floor while he laid and curled up, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. He didn't know what to do, too overwhelmed. Luna trailed over, laying against his knee, and Virgil hiccuped, slipping his thumb past his lips, indulging in the comfort. He sucked furiously, burying himself into his hoodie, his other hand reaching down to lightly pet Luna's head. It wasn't long before there was a gentle yet firm knock at his door, and he whined lowly. He didn't bother to respond. He knew who it was. At least Janus had the decency to knock.

His suspicions were confirmed as he heard those same heeled boots click against his floor. He could hear them stop right before his bed. After a bit of shuffling, the drawing slipped over his body and rested within eyesight.

"Dear," His voice unfairly sent a shiver up his spine, and he hiccuped around his thumb. "I think Patton will find the drawing lovely. It's awfully cute. Come now, you were just on your way, weren't you? I assure you, there will be no more interruptions." He urges, his tone remaining gentle. He would only push a tad but never crossed the line. He's known Virgil for ages and knew that sometimes he needs the push.

Virgil knows he is right. Patton would like it. Maybe. But now his eyeshadow is all smudged, and his thumb feels right sitting in his mouth, and everything is too much and—

A dark purple pacifier hovers in front of him, and Virgil finally peeks up with wet eyes.

Janus smiles back at him. Not a smirk. No malicious or devious intent. He just smiles, warm and soft. His body is crouched over him slightly, and Luna cowers, giving a low, warning growl. She eases up as Virgil hesitantly reaches for the pacifier, replacing his thumb for it with warm cheeks.

"There we go," Janus soothes. "I bet that's much better now, hm? Now, how about we go find Patton? I'll be with you every step of the way." He assures him, standing up all again, watching as Virgil turns and sits up, slow and cautious. He reluctantly grabs at his drawing and sniffles, rubbing at his stained cheeks with his sleeve.

"S'stupid," He mumbles, sad and anxious as he fiddles with it.

Janus only clicks his tongue and lightly helps him to his feet, taking his free hand in his. "Now, that's just silly. He'll love it." He reassures, not allowing Virgil to think on it further and guides him off out of his room, walking in front of him, of course. Virgil anxiously peered around, watching for anyone else to walk out, admiring the way Janus took confident strolls ahead of him.

They ended up in the kitchen doorway, Virgil effectively hiding behind Janus and half burying himself into him. Janus doesn't comment on this and instead stares ahead, watching as Patton hummed a light tune, stirring a pot of something, his hips swinging with the gentle song in his head. Janus smirks, amused, and clears his throat, watching as he startles a bit. He turns around quickly, his cheeks going a bit pink.

"Oh hi, Janus!" He croaks out, admittingly embarrassed at being caught. "What can I do for you, kiddo?"

"I'm older than you, Patton," Janus reminds him, though fondness was clear in his voice before he shook his head, not wanting to stray away from the topic. "It isn't me who needs something. As a matter of fact, it's Virgil." He tells him, the man in question clinging tighter at the sound of his name.

Pattons eyebrows furrow, concern immediately lacing his features. "Oh no! Is everything alright?" He asks, frowning at him while Janus hums softly.

"Yes, yes, he's a bit anxious, but he has something to give you," Janus reveals, taking a step forward so they would linger in the kitchen now and gently tried to step aside so Virgil would peek out, and yet he seemed determined to hide away against him. "Virgil, you can't give Patton your drawing like that, can you?" Janus urges him gently while Patton softened, stepping away from the stove for a moment.

"Kiddo?" He calls, and his voice just melts Virgil from the inside out. It wasn't fair. It was so easy for Patton to just— just use his voice on him! Janus did it, too, and he hated it.

Slowly, he unclenched Janus' jacket and let him guide him out by his hand and avoided Pattons face, clinging to his drawing still. His cheeks burn under his gaze, wanting the ground to swallow him up, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Patton doesn't comment on the pacifier bobbing in his mouth, sharing a brief stare with Janus. He smiles, though, allowing a soft coo to slip past his lips.

"I see you have a drawing, kiddo," Patton sings, excitingly eyeing it, and Virgil swallows a bit.

"S'dumb," He murmurs past the pacifier, moving to hide away again, too embarrassed and anxious to face him, but Patton just moves to gently cup his face, causing him to flush more—if possible.

"Well, now that's just silly!" He gushes, parroting what Janus had told him. "I bet it looks amazing!" He chirps, and Virgil can't help but tilt into his warm hands cupping his face, biting hard at the nub of his pacifier. He sounded so sure. So sure in him.

"M'tried," he choked out pathetically. Patton only smiles and moves his hand down to grip the edge of it. Slowly, Virgil releases the drawing and fidgets as he looks it over. He gasps a little, and Virgil frowns, immediately taking a step away and whining, but Patton hurried to reassure him.

"Wait! No, honey, it's so cute!" He squeals, hugging it close to him, genuinely touched. "It was a good gasp! A cute gasp! A casp!"

Virgil wrinkles his eyebrows a little, though a shy giggle slips past his lips while Janus smirks at the scene.

"Casp isn't a word," Virgil claims past the pacifier. "You really like it?" He sounded nearly hopeful, and Patton would never keep such reassurance from him.

"So much!" Patton chirps, moving towards the fridge with it.

Virgil watches curiously as he easily hangs it up with a few fridge magnets and flushes darker as Patton beams a bit. "There we go!"

"Right where it should be," Janus smoothly agrees, grinning at Virgil, who buries his face into his hands, whining again.

"A true work of art!" Patton giggles. "You did so good, kiddo!"

"Thanks," Virgil squeaks before turning on his heel and hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen, a bit overwhelmed and very flustered. Neither try and stop him, and the minute he's gone, Patton turns to Janus with his hands over his heart, almost melting into a puddle right there and then.

"That was the cutest, sweetest, most adorable sight I've ever seen!" He cries out, and Janus snorts but glances back at the doorway fondly.

"Yes," He agrees, his tone far too gentle for his liking. "It was."

[queenpupperz]

🤎Me and my papa Moony :3 @cgmoonyx 🤎

[krayonkiddos]

omg imagine patton being remus's caregiver i need to write this

patton finds out remus regresses when neither of them can sleep one night (remus because hes little and patton because idk maybe he had too many cookies before bed :P)

patton doesnt have the words for it but he can tell somethings off about remus. the things he says and the way he says them, its as if hes a child. luckily patton has many methods of getting a child to go to bed

omg i have to write this

[littlecloudprince]

The Little Duke

Summary: "Love this:-)♥️ Can I please request secret regressor Remus (0-3) where no one is aware that he does it? Please and thanks 😊" Request by gamblerezra (on AO3), hope I did your request justice! And sorry it took me so long to get it out ^^'

Warnings: Mentions of accidents/bedwetting, auditorial hallucinations, a meltdown scene, brief mention of blood (very, very brief, not graphic at all), skin injury/rash

A/N: …So remember how I said I'd try to be more consistent with my writing? Well, as it turns out, writer's block and executive dysfunction disagreed! I am still updating this tho, so yeah! I promise you guys, I really am trying! Time just goes by so darn fast! But I'm always open for requests!

Remus woke up small and wet. It wasn't unusual, it had been happening for a while now. Usually he just went back to sleep, and dealt with it later, when he was bigger again. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening, but he knew he couldn't go to the others. They'd think he's gross. They wouldn't like it. They wouldn't like him. They'd think he was doing it to annoy or disturb them. But he wasn't! He wasn't doing it on purpose, he didn't even know what it was!

Remus sat up, he didn't want to sleep anymore. But he had to. He was wet, and he couldn't do anything about it like this. But Remus wasn't sleepy! He huffed to himself, not knowing what to do. Why was he like this? He tried to reach out to Thomas, to have him do something, anything that could help. But nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. He huffed, laying back down. Guess there was no other choice.

Thomas woke up to an unusual feeling. He shifted lightly, before freezing like a deer in headlights. He sat up, heart beating in his chest like a mini drum. He peeled back the covers, his face flushing bright red once they were fully off of him. No. No, he hadn't. There was no way, he couldn't have! He's an adult goddamnit, this just doesn't happen!

"Care to explain why I'm up at—" Virgil grumbled, words drying on his tongue as he processed what was going on.

"I—" Thomas started, feeling so embarrassed that tears were threatening to form in his eyes.

"You wet the bed??" Roman rose up. Thomas could only nod meekly, rapidly trying to blink away the stubborn tears in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to!" he squeaked.

"Aw, kiddo, it's okay! Accidents happen, even to adults! Let's get this cleaned up, okay?" Patton rose up as well. Thomas nodded, taking a few deep breaths and wiping his eyes.

"You— You're right. Sorry," he breathed out.

"Nothing to apologise for hun," Patton soothed.

"Yeah. Sorry. I mean— Y'know."

Right as Thomas got out of bed, it was Logan's turn to rise up.

"First step; strip the bed," he reminded.

"I know, Logan, thank you," Thomas smiled weakly.

"After you're done with that, you're taking a bubble bath," Janus appeared to give his two cents.

"Sure, Jan. Thanks," Thomas attempted to smile again. As he went on about stripping his bed, the Sides all sunk down one by one. No one noticed that one of them hadn't popped up at all.

Back in the Mind Palace, Remus had woken up, only to discover that he was still small. He didn't understand, he was supposed to be back to his big self by now! And he really, really didn't want to sleep anymore! He huffed, deciding to get out of bed. Maybe he could find something to do while he waited? He could just stay in his room all day, it's not like the others would notice anyway. His bed would have to wait, but Remus didn't mind too much, he'd just clean it before going to sleep. Maybe.

Remus looked around his room, trying to find something to do. He wanted to colour! Or draw! But all the art supplies were in Roman's room. Hm. Remus flicked his wrist, attempting to summon himself some crayons and a colouring book, but nothing happened. Remus growled quietly, scratching at his inner thighs. Why were they burning and scratchy? And now Remus' tummy growled, too! There was no way he could sneak in the kitchen without getting caught. They'd yell at him. Usually, he didn't mind, but today, he really didn't want to be yelled at. He just wanted... Well, he didn't even know what he wanted. Remus' tummy felt rotten, and not in the way he liked, either!

"They don't like you," a voice said.

"I know," Remus replied. This wasn't the first time he heard voices, it happened a lot. Usually it didn't bother him, but today was different.

"They'd be better off without you."

"You sound like the Emo," Remus shot back. The voice chuckled coldly.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"Go 'way."

"You want them. You want them to want you. But they won't. They never will, will they?" the voice taunted.

"Go 'way!" Remus stomped his foot for good measure. He hated the way his bottom lip wobbled, and how his vision blurred as salty tears welled in his eyes. He hated feeling weak.

"They left you. They're not coming back. They have a new family now. Without you."

"No!"

"They don't need you anymore. *He* doesn't need you anymore. He hates you," the voice kept going, mercilessly jabbing at Remus' sensitive spots. Remus saw two strips of colour take form. Yellow and purple. Janus and Virgil. They stared down at the duke, disgust shining in their eyes. They wouldn't speak, only staring menacingly.

"Stop!" Remus closed his eyes and covered his ears, firmly pressing his hands on them in a desperate attempt to silence the voice. He fell on his knees, curling up to be as small as possible.

In the meanwhile, Thomas was trying to work on songwriting, but something kept gnawing at him. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. It bothered him. He had gone to the bathroom before going to sleep, like he always did. He hadn't drunk too much water, or anything else for that matter, and his dream wasn't particularly scary. So why had he wet the bed? What was wrong with him?

"You're not making any progress, Thomas," Logan pointed out after rising up.

"I… I know. Sorry. Just…" Thomas trailed off.

"Just?"

"Thinking."

"About what?"

"Just… Ah, you know, nevermind. It doesn't matter," Thomas shook his head a bit.

"If it bothers you, it does matter," Logan stated.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Thomas bit his lip. He looked up from his notebook, but avoided Logan's eyes.

"Why would you think that?"

"I mean…" Thomas didn't finish his sentence. He bit his lip, his gaze wandering uncertainly.

"I just…" his voice wavered, and he swallowed thickly as he felt a lump growing in his throat. He rapidly blinked his eyes, not wanting Logan to see him cry. He didn't even know why his tear ducts were threatening to betray him, there was no reason to cry. It was… illogical. Thomas let out a shaky sigh, hiding his face in his hands.

"Hey…" Logan sat across his host, unsure what to do.

In the Mind Palace, Remus was getting closer and closer to meltdown territory. It was getting harder to breathe, the voice was getting louder, and the burning and itching of his tighs was getting to be unbearable. He hated this. He hated this, he hated this, he hated this! Remus let out a scream, fiercely ripping his pants off before aggressively scratching at his inner thighs. Angry tears burned in his eyes as he reached for the first object he could reach, before throwing it at the general direction of the taunting voice.

"SHUT UP!" Remus shrieked, clawing at his ears for a moment before throwing himself on the ground, shrieking incoherently as his thighs demanded to be scratched again. There was a knock at Remus' door, causing his hands to fly from his thighs right back to his ears as the sound pounded at his eardrums.

"NO!" he screamed, throwing whatever object he could get his hands on toward the door.

"Ow!" Patton yelped, getting hit in the face with an empty deodorant container. He rubbed at the tip of his nose, processing what was happening. He flinched as he realised the state the still shrieking little duke was in.

"Hey…" he entered the room, and sat on the floor, making sure to give Remus some space. He reached out to the red-faced boy, carefully stroking his hand once. When Remus didn't protest, Patton continued, slowly but effectively getting the toddler to calm down.

"There ya go, Dad's here buddy, Dad's gotcha…" he coo'd gently. By now Remus had completely stopped screaming, but silent tears were still running down his face, his anger melting down to sadness. He reached his little hands out, choking back sobs, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"Aww, you want Dad to pick you up?" Remus didn't answer verbally, instead just clenching his fists in the 'grabby hands' motion. Patton took the cue, and gently picked the boy up. Remus winced as his thighs pressed against the fabric of Patton's clothes. He had scratched them so vigorously that they were now completely raw, dried up blood covering his fingernails.

"You poor thing! Dad thinks you need a bath, hun. And then, once you're all squeaky clean, we'll put some lotion on your thighs so the hurt will go away. That sound good?" Patton murmured softly upon inspecting Remus' thighs closer. The boy nodded, rubbing his eyes, exhausted from his meltdown.

"What got you so itchy in the first place?" the fatherly Side asked. Remus just shrugged, not quite sure himself. Patton looked around, only now noticing the pants on the floor.

"…Oh," he understood now, the lingering smell in the room making more sense. Truthfully, he had not paid much attention to it at first. It was Remus' room, it was subject to strange smells, and generally, it was better to not ask questions. By now the other Sides had learned to tune it out. Now, however, was not the time to dwell on that.

"Well," Patton said, "let's get you cleaned up!"

Some time later, as Patton had finally gotten the freshly-bathed toddler in a pull-up and t-shirt, and the washing machine running, he felt the ever-so-familiar tug of someone, likely Thomas, summoning him. So, Remus on his hip, he sank down.

"Oh! Logan! Did you need me for something?" Patton asked, surprised to see that it hadn't been Thomas who summoned him.

"I…" Logan started, his words drying on his tongue as he processed the fact that Patton was holding what appeared to be a toddler.

"Is that… Is that Remus?"

"Yup!"

"…Why is he a toddler?"

"No clue! So what's up?" Patton asked.

"Right, well, Thomas is experiencing a sort of… emotional crisis, and that's not exactly my area of expertise. I figured you would be able to help," Logan explained, gesturing to the host, still hunched over the desk, hiding behind his hands.

"Huh, okay," Patton frowned a little before walking to Thomas.

"Hey, buddy…" he started, gently laying a hand on his host's back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, just…" Thomas trailed off, taking a breath and rubbing his face before turning to look at Patton. His eyes were a little shiny, and he seemed exhausted. His brows furrowed in confusion once his brain registered the toddler Patton was holding.

"Remus," Patton explained.

"…Huh?"

"I don't know either, I just found him like this."

…How small is he?" Logan asked, furrowing his brows as well as he thought.

"Can't be older than two, I don't think. Poor guy had wet the bed, so we had a bit of a bath, and got some lotion on that nasty rash," Patton explained, gently moving Remus' legs a little so the other two could see how red and raw they were.

"Is… Is that why I…" Thomas trailed off, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

"Of course!" Logan suddenly explained, smacking his forehead as the realisation dawned on him.

"Remus' regression must've had a side effect in affecting you, Thomas!"

"A *Side* effect? Eh?" Patton grinned.

"…Yes? I'm not sure what you're implying here, Patton."

"It's- It's a pun, just ignore it," Thomas shook his head a bit.

"…Anyway, we can't leave a two-year-old on his own. I trust you'd be willing to care for him until we figure out a way to get him back to his adult self, Patton?" Logan said, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Oh! Uh… Of course!" Patton tried his best to conceal his surprise, quickly regaining his composure and giving Logan a grin. Taking care of Remus couldn't be *that* hard!

Right?

[dannyisdone]

Scrap

Not much of anything really lol

Janus startled at the sound of a whimpering Remus. 

It had been completely quiet in the living room prior to. Janus had mostly had a quiet morning to himself. He had assumed Remus must have been sleeping in when he walked into the kitchen bleerily that morning, and found that there wasn’t a giant mess waiting for him. Remus almost always woke up before Janus. Where Janus needed 10 hours of sleep to be a fully functioning serpent, Remus only needed about 3 to completely terorrize the day. Janus didn’t mind the absence though, not just because it meant he wouldn’t have to chase Remus down in order to get him to snap away the mess. He wasn’t worried if Remus slept in a bit, it was probably well warranted. 

The rest of the morning had been like that. Janus found time to make himself breakfast, coffee, and when he was done eating, he had curled up on the couch and started reading. He hadn’t even been suspicious once of why Remus wasn’t awake, but now, seeing his obviously little one in tears, he sort of wished he had. 

“What’s wrong?” Janus asked, figuring something must be wrong if it has Remus in such shambles. Remus shook his head and wobbled over to Janus, eyes fixated on where his head would find rest on Janus’s chest a few seconds later

“Hey, it’s okay.” Janus comforted, cradling Remus’s head when he laid down on him, though Janus didn’t not feel envy for his joints as he bent down to be lower that Janus as much as he could be. Remus whimpered and hid himself further into Janus. 

“Shh, come here.” He said softly, hoping to convince his little one to get into a more comfortable position. Remus let out a whine from the back of his throat and pressed himself even further in Janus, as if he meant to phase through his shirt and found skin to skin contact. 

“I know, I know.” Janus placated. In reality, he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure why Remus was suddenly so upset. He couldn’t recall any incidents happening earlier in the week. Not that something had to go wrong in order for Remus to regress, that’s just what usually caused it. Sometimes Remus found fun in playing little for a while, but he had once confessed that regression could be scary at times. How can something feel so little and still deal with the horrors of being an adult?

Remus whimpered once more.

[8-bit-daycare]

What's each of ur guy's favorite Minecraft mob(s)?

I rlly like da Endermen and da Bees!! I also luv da Foxes & Wolves/ Doggos!

Sunny obviously loves the bees! I love those funky frog guys, Glitch likes Endermen but he might still be scared of them (our system is terrified of them sksksksk), and thats all i can think of rn!

Hope ur having a good day, kiddo!

[teddy-bear-tea-party]

cg remus lupin mood board

[agerestorybits]

A sense of shame

Remus didn't know what he said. He had been rambling, making a steady background noise for Janus to ignore as he sat reading. The occasional hum of agreement being made showing that Janus really hadn't been paying attention at all because he was agreeing with things that no one in their right mind would agree with. So when Janus put down his book and stared at Remus with something that was a mix of concern and horror Remus knew he must have said something really fucked up.

"Remus... Are you okay?" Janus asked.

Remus blinked. "Sure I am!" Remus said.

Janus picked his book back up, He gave Remus another odd look before going back to reading. Remus was quiet for a long second trying to remember what he said before giving up and continuing his rambling.

---

Remus was playing animal crossing, he had been following villagers around with a net and hitting them.

It wasn't random villagers, it was his favorites. Favorites that happened to be just a tad too similar to the other sides to be by chance.

Normally Remus was a bit nicer to them but he had been feeling left out lately. While he could go up and wreck their meeting Janus had asked him not too. He had even promised to play a game of Remus' choice when he got back. The enjoyment of causing a bit of chaos wasn't worth giving up an afternoon with Janus' undivided attention. So Remus was chasing his villagers around with a net until he didn't feel so bad.

"What did the cat do?" Janus asked when he got back.

"His name is Raymond." Remus said hitting with the net again.

"mmm and you decided to make everyone on your island miserable?" Janus asked sitting down next to Remus.

"It's what I do." Remus said. He missed Janus' frown as he got distracted catching a bug instead of hitting his target.

"Are we gonna play?" Remus asked turning off the game.

"I said we would." Janus said.

Remus resisted rolling his eyes. "Yeah but that doesn’t mean you didn't change your mind."

Janus looked upset. Remus wanted to bite his tongue for saying that. It wasn't his fault that there were better things to do than whatever stupid thing Remus wanted to do. Remus kinda wanted Janus to leave so he wouldn't get hurt anymore but he also couldn't stand being alone anymore. "We'll play candyland." Remus said standing up to go get the game.

"What house rules will we be playing with this time?" Janus asked standing as well.

Remus shook his head. There had been a type of truth or dare candyland he had thought up but he didn't want to push Janus too much. "Just...plain candy land."

Janus put a hand on Remus' arm stopping him from opening the game cupboard. "Remus are you feeling alright?"

Remus nodded, "I just want to play a game with you." Janus' frowned more but let him pull the board game out of the cupboard. Remus set it on the coffee table and Janus helped him pull it out of the book.

"Do you want to use dice or cards?" Janus asked holding out dices that have colors instead of dots. They never played with the cards anymore since Remus had chewed them up.

Remus looked between the cards and dice. "Cards."

Janus nodded and began shuffling them. "So any of the colors move you backwards?" Janus asked. "Or make you switch places with someone else?"

Remus picked up the green and yellow player pieces. "Just normal." Remus muttered running his finger tip over the bite marks on the edges of the green piece.

Janus set the cards down and put a hand under Remus' chin lifting his face up. Janus looked very very serious. "Darling, can you tell me what's wrong?"

Remus couldn't look away, he couldn't move. Janus knew something was wrong and he wanted the answer. Remus wanted to tell him what was wrong so his best and closet friend could help him with it. Instead he could just answer honestly with a small, 'I don't know."

Janus looked sad at that. He pulled his hand back. "Alright. Rock paper scissors for who goes first?" Janus asked in his soft voice and Remus was grateful he wasn't upset with Remus for not being able to answer.

Remus nodded and stuck his hand out. One. Two. Three. He did a rock while Janus did scissors. Remus smiled a little at his chance to go first before he grabbed a card. It was a blue one and Remus went to grab his piece before drawing his hands back hugging both of them to his chest. He didn't want to touch his piece again. He didn't want to feel the bite marks and know that he did that. He broke his piece. He ruined the other cards. Even trying to play the game normally he had already ruined it.

He ruined it before they could even start playing.

Janus moved around the coffee table so he could pull Remus into his lap. Remus who was curling in on himself and had that far away stare of when he was retreating into his head. "Darling stay right here with me. Just with me. Focus on right now." Janus said softly, running a hand through Remus' hair.

"I'm sorry." Remus said trying to keep himself from crying, or screaming. He wanted a release for all of the bad in his head but it was so hard to not bite, and break. "I can't stop."

"Stop what?" Janus asked softly.

"ruining it." Remus said sniffing as his tears overflowed. Janus was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs.

Janus was quiet for a very long moment before pick up the yellow piece and biting it. Remus watched a bit stunned as Janus gnawed kn the piece till part of its head came off. He put the piece back on the board and spit out the small bit of plastic from his mouth. "You aren't the only one that 'ruins' things. And we will have a long talk about that mentality when you are bigger." Janus warned as he made eye contact with Remus.

Janus put a hand on Remus' cheek, his tone softening. "You aren't alone in this and I am here for you."

Remus smiled, it was a bit weak but it was genuine. If Janus was willing to bite plastic just to prove his point then he was completely serious about it. "Can we play where ever green card puts you back two spaces?" Remus asked.

Janus smiled. "Of course. Candyland is a bit boring with normal rules."

"And the yellow card makes you switch places?" Remus asked getting more excited. He wiggled out of Janus lap to get closer to the board. "Oh! What if the picture card make you go back to the start?"

"First one to reach the end gets to pick the next game." Janus said reaching to pick up a card.

Remus smiled wide at that. There would be another game. They could have fun with this game.

Maybe he ruined things a bit. Remus still had fun with the ruins. Janus seemed enjoy it too.

[remusslove]

HI! I love what you write. If that's ok, little marauders's reactions when mommy uses their full names

Remus lupin

“Remus John lupin.” He’s immediately shocked. A look of shock covers his face as he goes to find you. Determined to fix whatever the problem he caused. Even if he knows he don’t do anything wrong.

James fleamont potter

“James fleamont potter.” By the time you barley finish saying his last name he’s already at your knees with his doe eyes all glossed over. He hates when your mad at him. Loathes it. “M’ sorry mommy, can you tell me what I did?”

Sirius Orion black

“Sirius Orion black.” He raises an eyebrow in confusion. His siren eyes making contact with yours as his brows furrowed. Trying to make out the words Your about to say. Once you tell him he’s immediately disappointed with himself. But with cuddles and kisses he’s back to normal.

[peppers-library]

i will always reblog poly!marauders agere stuff

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

Broken Bunny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pattonsfam-ily]

Guys I’m gonna go with Devin to see if his age regressor friend and I vibe well together :D -Roman