#first time regressing blurb

[sturniolohouse]

Junie Laughs - M.S

summary: four month old June laughs for the first time. dad!matt x reader - blurb

"Is daddy just so silly, Junie?" I beam at her belly laughs, each one more contagious than the last.

She has never laughed this hard before, it was a real one.

My heart swells as I record the moment, capturing the joy lighting up her face. Matt looks over at me with wide eyes and I cackle in disbelief of how genuine her laugh is.

At just 4 months old, she's giving us her first real laugh, not the little ones we'd try and poke out of her.

"Do you hear her?" He asks in pure shock, his whole face lit up in awe.

I nod quickly and look back to June, who's sticking her fingers in her mouth and looking up at Matt expectantly.

He leans in close again, using his animated, high-pitched voice, "Who's the cutest, most perfect, most amazing little girl…Junie is! You just love smiling big for daddy, my happy girl."

His excitement mirrors hers, and her squeals grow louder as she kicks her tiny feet, her laughter bubbling over once again.

He tickles her belly and smushes multiple kisses into her cheek, completely unbothered by the slobber coating her face. Her eyes squeeze shut in pure delight and when he pulls back, they pop open immediately, searching for him, eager for more.

She coos at him, dribbling a bit but Matt wipes it away with a his sleeve mindlessly. I get a quick glance at her droopy eyes and I know she's fighting sleep. It's getting close to her bedtime, which we had been doing pretty well with establishing a routine.

Right after her bath, before settling her in the crib, we always lay together in our bed. It’s become our little ritual, just the three of us cuddled close until she gets sleepy enough to drift off.

"Matt, you're getting her all worked up and she has to go to bed," I try to reason with him, but I can't help the smile on my face when she looks in my direction with her sparkling blue eyes. I shift to lie on my stomach next to her, propping my head up on my hand while Matt stays in front of her.

He continues to tickle her, pretending to bite her cheek and smothering her with kisses. Her squeals are so intense, I can hear the little gasps she takes in between, and it makes me a little nervous.

“Matt,” I warn softly, but he’s already backing off, laughing as he does.

He gives her a moment to catch her breath, his hands resting lightly on her belly as she hiccups through the last of her giggles, still smiling up at him. But I can tell her energy is fading fast, her little fists clench and unclench while her eyelids flutter, fighting to stay open.

"But she's so happy," Matt says through a smile, tracing his finger lightly over the curve of her cheek. "Tell mommy you want to stay up and hang with us," he teases, talking to her as she rubs her eyes, her full lips forming a slight pout.

She yawns this time, her tiny hands reaching up for Matt’s face, but her movements are slower now, her head lolling to the side for a moment.

I sigh, knowing it's only a matter of minutes before she's fussy and no longer our happy girl.

"Okay, okay, it’s bedtime, kid," Matt relents, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He lifts her gently off the bed, cradling her close before laying her on his chest and leaning back against the pillows. I join them, resting against the headboard, feeling the calm settle over the room.

June was such a good baby. All the research I did on colic and sleep regressions felt unnecessary in the end. She was the textbook definition of an easy baby.

We got extremely lucky, especially as first-time parents.

The first couple of months of her life, she really just slept most of the time. But now her little personality is starting to set in and every day she's seems to learn something new.

She's been starting to babble more and making tons of sounds now. Her favorite at the moment is "bah-bah," which usually turns into a string of "babababababa" when she's particularly happy. Matt thinks it means she's closer to saying "dada," but I'm pretty sure it's "mama."

Time will tell.

She loves her stuffed black cat that Nick got her when we brought her home. It's sometimes the only thing that will calm her down during a rare meltdown. And Chris? He's her absolute favorite playmate and snuggle buddy. They've formed a sweet routine over these past few weeks. Every morning after her first feeding, they lay together the couch while he slowly wakes up.

It's a little tight with all of us in the house, especially with all of the baby furniture and toys everywhere. But we make it work. It's so much easier than if Matt and I were on our own.

Chris and Nick help us out so much, especially in the mornings so we can catch a break. They usually take over so Matt and I can get showered or run errands.

It truly takes a village to raise a child and we're all learning together.

Junie being so little definitely makes living in such close quarters easier. But we already notice how fast she's growing, and it’s made Matt and I seriously consider getting our own house so everyone can have the space they need. It’s a topic that’s been looming over our heads ever since we brought her home.

As much as we love Nick and Chris around, living under one roof is not realistic long term.

I shake those thoughts away and instead focus back on Junie who's still fighting sleep against Matt's chest, her tiny fingers clenching his shirt.

"Every day I wake up and I can't believe she's real," I say, my voice soft, filled with awe. "I don't even remember life before her,"

Matt smiles warmly, his eyes never leaving June as she starts to drift off. "I know. It's like she's always been part of us."

Her cheek is smushed into his shirt, and her tiny ear rests right over his heart, the steady rhythm lulling her further into sleep.

June always falls asleep easily with any of us, but listening to mine or Matt's heartbeat was a guaranteed way to knock her out.

She melts into him, going limp in his hold as she stares at me through her heavy eyelids. I turn on my side and reach my hand over to trace her soft face. She stops fighting sleep then, succumbing to her tiredness.

Matt gently strokes June's back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against her tiny frame. Once her grip on Matt's shirt loosens completely, I know she's asleep.

"Aaand, she's out cold," I whisper in victory and Matt peeks down at her, a proud smile spreading across his face.

He leans down, placing a long kiss on the top of her head and pausing to inhale deeply.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how she smells like actual heaven,” he says softly against her hair.

"I know, right? I don't understand it either. I could sniff her head all day," I agree, inching a little closer.

I keep staring at him, and he catches on, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

His expression shifts, a knowing smile creeping onto his face as he realizes I’m watching him closely.

He raises an eyebrow, playful suspicion in his voice. "What?"

"Nothing," I draw out a bit, my eyes fluttering slowly.

"You were staring pretty hard there," he quips back, his gaze flickering to my lips briefly before meeting my eyes again, a mischievous glint in his own.

"You just look really hot with a baby on you," I tease, a smirk tugging on my lips as I watch his face for a reaction.

Matt raises an eyebrow, trying to suppress a grin. "Easy there."

"M'just saying." I shrug innocently, enjoying seeing him squirm a bit.

His gaze drops to June, then back to me, his grin finally winning. "So, what, are you trying to say I should just walk around with a baby on me all the time now?"

"Wouldn't be the worst thing..." I reply with a smirk, leaning a little closer. Matt shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face as he rubs his eyes.

His chest rises and falls with a quiet chuckle, but June remains blissfully asleep against his chest. "You’re ridiculous, kid."

"Dare I say... DILF?" I tease further, raising an eyebrow.

Matt smirks. "Well, if I'm a DILF, then you're definitely a MILF."

"I would sure fucking hope so. I only carried your child for nine months, went through 20 hours of labor and then birthed her. Seems like the least I could get out of it," I say mainly lightheartedly.

Matt chuckles softly, "Don't worry, sweetheart, you've always been a MILF in my eyes," he says with warmth and affection, his hand finding mine and gently bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

I snort with a slight chuckle, "Good save."

He winks at me, then looks back down at June, her tiny fingers curled into his shirt. "Seriously though, we made a perfect little human, didn’t we?"

I nod, "Yeah, we really did."

We hear a few gentle knocks at Matt's door, and I softly tell them to come in. The door creaks open slowly, and Chris pops his head in, his usual mischievous grin already on his face. I put a finger over my lips, motioning to June sleeping.

"Aw, is she already out?" he whispers in a sing-song voice, walking over quietly to take a peek at her.

"Yep, just went down." I answer quietly.

He places his hands on his hips and pouts at her, "Sleepy Junie," Chris coos, his expression softening as he watches her sleep.

"Chris, you missed it," I whisper excitedly. "She was losing it before, laughing at Matt. I thought she was going to pass out... I got it all on video."

Chris's eyes widen. "No way! I can't believe I missed it, you gotta send me that shit," he says.

"It was so fucking cute, dude. She'd never laughed like that before," Matt chimes in, shaking his head.

Chris turns his attention back to Matt, rocking back and forth on his feet. I can already tell he’s gearing up to ask for something.

"Dude, you down to play fort for a few? I can't play with Nick again, he's fucking trash." He huffs, taking his hat off to adjust his hair before placing it back on.

Matt glances at me, stifling a laugh before carefully shifting June so she’s cradled more securely against him.

He shakes his head at Chris. "Really, dude? She just fell asleep."

Chris is relentless though, "Bro, come on, just a few rounds," he pleads, eyes darting between Matt and me.

I sigh, turning to Matt and giving him a small smile.

"You can put her in the crib now, she should be okay. Go play for a bit if you want." I nod toward the door, and from the corner of my eye, I catch Chris fist-pumping in silent victory.

Matt is grown and doesn't need my permission for anything, especially playing video games with his brother. But I know he would never go without me giving the green light.

"You sure?" Matt asks, glancing between me and June.

"Yeah, go ahead. I’m going to read for a bit" I reassure him with a smile.

He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn, before he finally relents, nodding. "Alright, I’ll be back in a bit."

As he carefully stands up, cradling June in his arms, I watch Chris bouncing on his heels, clearly excited.

I hear Junie's soft grunts as Matt places her in the crib in the corner of the room. We ended up having to move his desk up to the loft where the old podcast room was.

Matt shushes her gently, pausing for a second and watching her, making sure she's fully settled. He stands up and lets out a breath of relief when she doesn't wake up, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

He turns to me with a small, tired smile, like we've just dodged a tiny grenade.

"That was close," he whispers, shaking his head as he steps back from the crib. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll be back in a couple hours," Matt tells me as Chris waits for him by the door.

I nod. "Oh, Chris?"

"Yeah?" He answers, rubbing his hands together.

"If you wake up June with your screaming, you're the one putting her back to bed." I say with a sweet smile, and I see Matt cover his mouth as he laughs softly.

Chris freezes. his eyes wide before sheepishly nodding. "Noted."

[nicksbestie]

c.s. / m.s. - sharing a cg (headcanons/blurb mix)

! sfw agere !

~ if you were matt's cg first...

~ matt is not entirely over the moon about sharing his caregiver at first. he's not completely against the idea, he feels bad for his brother not having a carer like he does, and that's what leads him to saying yes to giving it a try.

~ once he realizes he never has to fight for your attention or affection, he's completely happy with the arrangement the three of you have. not only does he have an extra person to talk to, he also has another cuddle buddy for when he's feeling upset.

~ if you were chris' cg first...

~ chris, alternatively, is over the moon when he realizes matt also wants to spend time with you two. he now has someone that he can play with on his level of regression, and he adores matt. he's his absolute best friend.

~ he is always asking matt to play with him, refusing to take a nap if matt isn't taking one too, refusing to go to bed if matt isn't sleeping with you both.

~ general headcanons about having the two littles...

~ if one of them is little and the other one is not, they still cling to each other just as much

~ when they're in the store, they always ask you to buy an extra toy or an extra piece of candy for their brother, and often times, this includes nick as well

~ nick adores the two little ones as well, and often helps you out if you ever get overwhelmed

~ all in all, you're a happy little family, even if it's unconventional

taglist <3

@bratzforchris @rafecameronsbitch @jessie-essie @chrislover444 @alastor-konig-kakashi-shoutasimp @sweetsturniolopooks

[russellsppttemplates]

Omg the dad Oscar blurb was sooo cute can we have one of him being in the house with the kids on his own like his first full day of being in charge and the kids are like maybe we should ask mum when something doesn’t work out

Note: thank you for taking the time to leave a tiny message 🫶

"Can we play outside, daddy?", Lucas asked as he stepped into the living room with a football on his hand. It was the first full day that you had gone back to work after having baby Jack, and because Oscar was home still, he said he wouldn't mind being on his own with the boys.

Currently, he was lulling Jack to sleep, the little boy snuggled on his chest with the help of the sling carefully strapped around their bodies, "I'm putting the baby to sleep, buddy, how about I watch you score some goals on the net from here?", he suggested, knowing that moving around before he fell into deep sleep wasn't ideal and ensuring that he wouldn't wake up.

Lucas nodded as he went to the garden, putting on some shoes and kicking the ball on the grass.

"You could fall asleep too, you know?", Oscar touched his youngest son's cheek softly as big, wide open hazel eyes looked at him, "How is it that you keep me and mummy up all night and then don't sleep during the day either? It's time to sleep, little fella, yes it is", he cooed, tapping his back gently and walking around the decking, nodding and flashing a thumbs up at Lucas whenever he scored a goal.

By lunchtime, Oscar had managed to put Jack down for a nap, and considering the baby had been sleeping for just Iver twenty minutes, he had plenty of time to have some alone time with Lucas, keeping an eye on the baby through the monitor.

"Does pasta sound good?", Oscar asked the young boy, "yes, please!", he smiled, "with tomato sauce and cheese!".

Oscar giggled and got started on cooking, letting the pasta boil and grabbing one of the frozen jars of sauce you had batch cooked a few weeks ago for moments like these. Once it was all underway, he got back to the living room and helped Lucas with his Lego blocks, "I want to make a garage like yours", he smiled as he gathered the orange, black and grey block, starting to build it as they watched Bluey on TV.

"Time's up for the pasta", Oscar said as he got up, "can we eat here, daddy, please?", Lucas pouted as best as he could to convince his to have lunch on the living room coffee table.

"Mummy doesn't like it when we eat here, and we're eating tomato sauce, if it falls on the carpet, it won't be good, Lucas", Oscar reasoned, "but I'll be extra careful, I promise!", he nodded as Oscar finally said yes.

When Oscar brought the plates to the table, the monitor showed a fussing Jack in his cot, "I'm going to get him, be careful with the food, okay?", Oscar warned as Jack sat as close to the table as he could to make sure he didn't let anything fall or drip where it wasn't supposed to.

"You're really going through some sleep regression, aren't you, cheeky boy?", Oscar said as Jack as wide awake when he got to the bedroom. Changing his diaper and stopping by the kitchen to get a bottle for your son, Oscar got back to the living room.

"I didn't spill anything, daddy, see?", Lucas showed him, the carpet white and the table clean as he had eaten half of his plate already, "Good job, buddy!".

He should've seen it coming, but he still trusted his reflexes. Turns out a couple of nights without sleeping properly really puts a dent on your skills as he watched Jack grab the fork on his plate only to let it fall on the cream pillow he had to support his legs, "uh-oh, mummy is not going to like that", Lucas whispered.

"This needs to go on the washing machine, now!", Oscar gasped, laying Jack on carpeted floor surrounded by some blankets and pillows just in case he decided he wanted to learn how to roll over and cause even more trouble than his father was already in.

"Stain remover, then wash liquid", Oscar mumbled as he read an online forum about tomato stain removal, dumping all the products on the washing machine before closing it and starting the cycle, "do you think it will work?", Oscar asked Lucas, "daddy really hopes it will work".

"Shouldn't we call mummy? Maybe she knows what to do", your son suggested, "if we remove the stain on our own, it will be fine. Mummy won't even need to know this happened".

A washing cycle later and another futile attempt at getting Jack to sleep on Oscar's chest, your three boys stood in front of the washing machine, the originally cream pillow now various shades of pink and red depending how far the spot you looked at was from the stain.

"Don't worry, daddy, mummy won't be mad at you", Lucas somewhat tried to comfort his father, rubbing his hand on his back.

The minute you set foot in the house, you called for your boys, "mummy!", Lucas ran to hug you, "how was your day, my love?", you asked, "did you get up to anything nice?", you asked as you made your way to the kitchen, stopping by the laundry room when you saw the light was on.

"Let me just - oh", you said as you looked at the pillow inside the dryer, "it's was not my fault, it was daddy who let it slip!", Lucas raised his arms, taking on the fully innocent role.

"It was Jack believe or not, sweetheart!", you heard your husband say as he approached, your baby boy on his hip.

Making grabby hands at him, you rested him on your hip and kissed his cheeks, "what did you do, little monkey?", you giggled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[engiebabey]

I yearn for cg medic content

Please 🙏

:3

baby's first ask!!! every1 always focuses on medic's literal medical aspects of his traits, but i like to think of him as a soft little nerd so here's some hc i have !! (+ a little blurb at the end expanding on one of them)

warnings: mention of an autopsy, mentions of bones, use of "papa"

this is so long btw i got carried away

despite a lot of hcs i see that medic is a huge poor meow meow, i do actually think he is more on the stern side when it comes to being a cg!

has rules for you to follow, and if you're a little older in your regression (4+) he may expect you to be able to clean up toys, use manners, etc.

likes to be called papa (because he is german) but if you don't like that then he also enjoys being called "doctor"

tbh i think he cares more about you getting not hurt for the emotional aspect instead of the physical. he knows he could heal you up with the medigun whenever he wants, he just doesn't need his baby to feel the pain if he can prevent it

reads so many books (this man is a huge dweeb ik) and really likes relaxing by sitting you on his lap and reading stories to you. will do all the funny voices, too

very into touching your face?? since so much of his life is spent focusing on other's body parts i think he's grown to love the features of those he adores because he's able to study them

will let you color in old reports and pictures of x-rays/autopsies he's done (censored, of course) and has a special folder for them

very big teacher. will teach you your own bone names, how many you have, and if you're on the older side he may even attempt to teach you cpr or quiz you on the things he teaches. he thinks it's important to know your body.

he knows he is very busy :( so he has a special corner in the medbay for you! little table for you to sit at, a crib if you're extra tiny, a bookshelf and everything! i imagine it's a bit like the kiddie corners they have at libraries for those who want to read and relax

does not trust a lot of the other mercs to babysit for you (because he has a lot to do and can't always watch you). engineer and heavy are the only main ones, though he does surprisingly trust spy enough to keep an eye on you

speaking of which, NO SCOUT !! he gets so worried about you so easily that he has a silly rule that scout can only hang with you if there is at least one responsible adult around

will play toys with you, and actually prefers it! he thinks that the engagement is nice and spending time with you in a way you enjoy is important to him.

huge on physical touch. he doesn't really like wearing his gloves when he touches you because it makes him feel disconnected from you, like you're a patient. will do the old man thing where he pinches your cheeks and pretends to eat you

lets you sit on his lap whenever he's just doing paperwork or hanging out. surprisingly clingy toward you but its cute!

little blurb i wanted to write about the teaching thing bc im so insane about it actually

warnings: mentions of bones, use of "papa"

"Alright, liebling. Now, do you remember how many bones are in that tiny body of yours?" Medic asks, poking a finger at your tummy. You giggle, looking upwards as you think.

"Two hundred.. two hundred and..." you trail off, unable to remember. You frown for a second. What did Papa tell you last time?

Smiling, he leans over from his sitting spot to whisper in your ear. "Two hundred six!" you shout, proud of yourself for giving the right answer, even if he helped.

"Very good, schatz!" he claps for you, your face breaking into a grin. Medic pulls out a piece of paper from behind him, and a pack of crayons. You squeal as he sets them down in front of you.

"Let's play a game," he starts. "Papa will point out a part of this body, and if you get it right, you may color it in. How does that sound?" When you nod frantically in response, he leads his finger to a part on the bottom half. "What's this?"

"Leg." you smile and grab a green crayon, excited to win your game.

divider by @aquazero, banner by me!

[quinnysnursery]

How would the littles act if they weren't feeling well? Maybe a cold or a tummy bug, what do you think would help them?

-🎀

[🪄] how the littles would act when sick | preferences

people included : chris, matt, nick, nate, tara, jake & johnnie

divider credit : @yeribbon

a/n : DARLINGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL (how i feel bc my laptop is repaired again) (lower case intended !)

chris

🥤cuddle puddle

💫 usually a very hyper little but when he’s sick?

🤍 TRUST this man is attached to your hip

🥤 constantly whining about his "tummy 'urtin'"

💫 i feel like little!chris doesn't typically use a pacifier during regression but...

🤍 while sick? TRUST he's curling up on the couch with a paci

🥤 expect to watch a TON of movies on the couch

💫 "sweetheart, you need to take your medicine." "but maaa/daaa/baaa..."

🤍 ipad kid cough tbh 😞

matt

🩹 you think un-sick matt is sensitive? you got a STORM coming when little!matt catches a cold

🦈 plushie falls off bed? tears. his nose is stuffy? tears. his favorite bottle is in the dishwasher? tears.

🫧 poor thing is just so overstimulated from his stuffed-up nose and scratchy throat that everything feels 10x bigger than usual

🩹 "m-mama/d-dada/b-baba...." "i know angel, do you need a hug?" "mhm :("

🦈 TRUST he has a plushie tucked under his arm every moment

🫧 comfort foods on must be on DECK

🩹 lots of whining/pouting

🦈 "m' don't wanna be sick anymore!" (it's been less than a day)

🫧 lots of tears met with lots of gentle words and hugs 🫶

nick

🌟 definitely stays on the younger end of his range when sick

🗞️ absolutely GUTTED to find out he can't go to the playground for awhile

🎥 "we wouldn't wanna get other people sick, right?" "...but I wanna go :("

🌟 honestly just lots of soup and movies

🗞️ i imagine it would be really difficult for him to comfortably sleep

🎥 so....

🌟 FORTS !! with the star projector going around the ceiling !

🗞️ playing with his hair to help him settle down :(( /pos

🎥 plz send little!nick blurbs in my requests i love little!nick

nate

🏒 grabby. hands.

🌨 lots of nonverbal communication due to his scratchy throat

⛸ this marks the beginning of little!nates babbling era™️

🏒 "mmm.... >:(" "what is it baby? how can mama/dada/baba help?"

🌨 little!nate against icky medicine

⛸ "pretty please angel?" "nuh uh!"

🏒 absolute BABY™️

🌨 sippy cups of warm tea with honey !!

⛸ live laugh love little nate

tara

❤️ since tara is immunocompromised,

🎞️ i definitely think that she's kinda use to being sick for longer periods of time

🎵 but that does NOT mean she doesn't hate it

❤️ kinda similar to matt in the since that i feel like theres a ton of mini-tantrums due to overstimulation

🎞️ all the elevated symptoms just piling up on her? yeah she's entitled to a mini-tantrum

🎵 holding her face in your hands as she calms down :((

❤️ "i'm here sweet girl, just take a deep breath." ":("

🎞️ cuddling sugar on the couch to a disney princess movie <3

🎵 extra hugs 🫶

jake

♣️ similar to chris, jake is a VERY hyper little

🍒 opposite to chris though, instead of the sickness being what calms him down...

♠️ it's his caregiver.

♣️ "munchkin, you need to let your body relax. it won't do you any good too be bouncing off the walls." "but mama/dada/baba....i wanna plaaay..."

🍒 very pouty to be contained to a couch

♠️ "do you wanna color a picture while mama/dada/baba cooks?" ">:c...yes...>:c"

♣️ lots of mac 'n cheese AND ipad games

🍒 "i'm not *sneeze* sick!"

♠️ first time writing little!jake so be nice 😭

johnnie

🦇 similar too jake with, "i'm not *sneeze* sick!"

🌒 unlike jake though, johnnie has no problem curling up with his caregiver and having a movie marathon

🐈‍⬛ how many scooby doo movies can a little and their cg get through in a day? you'll find out soon enough!

🦇 somehow becomes even MORE of a picky eater

🌒 "johns, you love chicken nuggets." "i wanted dino nuggets...."

🐈‍⬛ LONG naps

🦇 wearing his CG's sweater when they can't cuddle

🌒 you guys remember that oogie boogie plush he liked in the spirit halloween video? TRUST that's his favorite plushie in littlespace

🐈‍⬛ save me little!johnnie save me

[everybodyshusband]

Do you have any good regressed ghoul fic recs? (Yours or others work) It's something I've only found recently but it's weird comforting

oh, anon, i have sooo many, haha !! i hope you find them comforting !! <3 (also, these are definitely not all the regressed ghoul fics out there !! there are so, so many written by incredibly talented people !! these are simply the fics i could find/remember at the moment)

everybodyshusband (me)

i have a series on ao3 where i post most of my regressed ghoul fics to keep them in one place, but some of the other ones i've written are:

aether and mountain. little!aether, comfort after a scary movie dew & mountain & swiss. little!dew, comfort for pain (hurt ankle) rain & mountain. little!rain, nausea comfort (emeto mention) rain & sunshine. little!rain, bathtime

@hypnoneghoul

THEY DID WHAT!?. rain & swiss, little!rain, hypermobile cartwheel accident, swiss' first time as rain's caregiver Guppy. rain & swiss, little!rain, hypermobile rain, so much fluff rain & mountain & swiss. little!rain, warm cuddles phantom & rain. little!phantom, hypermobile safety lessons from rain phantom & swiss. little!phantom, hurt tummy comfort phantom & swiss. little!phantom, first time regressing comfort phantom & rain & dewdrop. little!phantom, little!rain, rain passes out and phantom gets scared phantom & rain. little!phantom, eds rain, phantom helping rain on a bad pain day

@chapel-of-rizztual

dew & mountain. little!dew, teeny tiny dew, soft cuddles phantom & swiss. little!phantom, clingy phantom phantom & everyone. little!phantom, gradual regression, general comfort

@littlemoon-beam

phantom & swiss. little!phantom, gradual regression, first time regressing comfort dew & rain & swiss & mountain. little!dew, little!rain, teeny tiny dew, swiss' first time caregiving mountain & dew. little!mountain, mountain doesn't do well with winter, hurt/comfort mountain & dew. little!mountain, gradual regression, one very mean flower mountain & aether. little!mountain, warm cuddles

@sodoshame

Tenderness. reader & mountain, little!reader, cuddles, general comfort

@genderful-ghoul

Little Rain and Caregiver Mountain Cook Together. rain & mountain, little!rain, exactly what it says on the tin

unknown author

In the garden. air & earth, little!earth, era iii ghouls, explanation of caterpillars, fluff

i'm assuming you were only referring to age regression but i can't help but include a pet regression rec in here too !!

@sphylor

kitty dew series. the blurb for each fic can be found through the link :)

please go show some love to these incredibly talented writers and their works !!! i hope this feeds your hunger for regressed ghouls, anon <3

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi mootie!! first of all your blog looks absolutely beautiful I wanna eat it!! nom nom :3

and second a rq: any hcs for reg!van & cg!tai?? or a blurb or whatever you're comfortable with doing for them atm!! (/nf ofc :3)

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˖ ⋆.. little!van & caregiver!tai headcanons ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ ˚₊

eee hii! thank you for the compliment! I spent forever looking for the perfect set up for my nav post hehe - also I could totally make a part two of this if you’d like!

warnings: pre canon & canon events mentioned , little!nat & cg!travis mention

started before the crash at one of their many sleepovers at tai’s house!

van is superrrrr anxious & shy about her regression at first but tai takes to the cg role in no time at all

lost of playing outside!

they use the excuse that they’re practicing to try and get to nationals but it mostly dissolves into van giggling while keeping the ball from tai and tai pretending to be worse than she is so van can win

van’s a kiddo regressor but can sometimes fall to the toddler range

tai has no preference for what age range van falls to and is prepared for everything

she always has a first aid kit on standby for when van inevitably scrapes up her knee or gets sticks stuck in her hair

after the crash, van does her best to not regress or even talk about the possibility

they’re trying to survive and van thinks her regressing would only be a bad thing in a time like this

of course tai is adamant that if she needs to regress she should and nothing should stop her from coping, especially with what’s going on

the first time van does regress in the wilderness it’s in private while it’s still warm out and tai & her can go to the lake for a bit

the others don’t find out van’s a little until winter comes and she’s bound to the cabin because it’s too cold to go out and play

tai is more nervous than van is about the other finding out, but that’s mostly because van is too small in her headspace to think about it, mostly everyone is okay with van regressing with a few exceptions but everybody comes around eventually

van & nat start to play together by the fire while tai & travis watch over them

tai takes a lot of pride in how she cares for van and how happy she can make her kiddo

van’s regression doesn’t become emotional for her until after jackie dies & they’re forced to eat her

she struggles a lot with feeling ‘worthy’ of regressing since jackie lost the rest of her youth

taissa always logics her way out of that spiral and most times it ends in van involuntarily regressing and curling up with tai as tai tells her a story

van is ofc the groups storyteller but she loves it when tai tells her made up stories while she’s small, and she may add her two cents every now and then but tai doesn’t mind & welcomes van to show her creativity

once it’s warm again, lots of games of tag & made up adventure games ensue now that the other girls know about van’s regression and she doesn’t have to hide or be worried

tai absolutely thrives seeing how much light returns to van during the spring/summer

[babyjakes]

safe smiles. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

pairing | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression. reader is afraid of dentists. soooo much comfort from daddy!steve (who is a dentist hehe <3). depictions of dental/medical setting and procedures.

word count | 453

requested by @super-soldier-sandwich | This is my formal request for a dentist!daddy blurb!

an | this has been a looooong time coming sweet friend, thankyou for sending in your request and hope you enjoy the sweetest softest safest daddy!stevie!!! (i think i might make a longer dentist comfort fic at some point, maybe with a reader who has a more severe phobia, but for right now i thought this would be a good little introduction to the idea hehe <333

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me. Daddy's just getting everything set up, okay?" You try to blink back your tears as you watch your daddy preparing the little tray of tools next to his stool. "Look baby, nothing scary," Steve tries to reassure you, letting you get a good look at each of the instruments.

"Pokey, Daddy," you whimper, pointing to one of the sharper-looking tools.

Steve nods sympathetically as he picks it up, explaining to you, "I know it looks a little sharp, doll, but I promise it won't hurt. Daddy will just use it to scrape gently against one of your teeth to make sure it's nice and healthy. Remember how Daddy told you that teeth are kind of like bones? Your teeth are super strong, so you won't even feel the pokey part."

Steve pulls on a pair of gloves before pausing, giving you a comforting smile. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Can I tilt the chair back so we can get started?"

You try not to whimper as the strange mechanical chair moves beneath you. Your daddy helps you fit your head into its place, bringing the adjustable light down a bit to shine over your face. "Keep taking big breaths for me, princess. Daddy's so proud of you; you're being so brave," Steve praises as he sees your nerves heightening again.

"The first part is easy; we're just gonna brush your teeth, okay little one?" he explains as he prepares the small electric polisher with some toothpaste. "The brush is gonna make a funny noise, but that's just because it's working hard to clean better. Can you open wide for me, baby?" Steve prompts gently.

You look at the brush with big eyes, feeling more tears well up as you try not to shrink away from the dentist sitting beside you. "Oh sweetie," he frowns, setting down the instrument as he senses you're not quite ready. "It's okay, we can take our time. Daddy's right here," he promises, reaching over to hold your hand soothingly as he lets you calm down. "Daddy's not gonna make you do anything until you're ready, okay honey? Just breathe, you're okay. You're safe."

Though the thought of your daddy performing a dental check-up on you is frightening, you know he's being truthful. He would never force you to do anything before you were ready and willing, which is comforting to know as you do your best to face your fears. "Good, there you go, doll. See?" Steve smiles as he sees your fears settling again. "You're doing so good, y/n. Are you ready to start? Just stop Daddy at any time if you need to, okay?"

[bcolfanfic]

what about when josie has bonded w john and calls him daddy sometimes and gale gets home from work and is still doing his best to win her over and feeling sad but also knowing he’ll never give up on his baby girl :/

hope you don’t mind if i yap now blurb later <3

but yeah ugha. gale loves that girl so much. first thing he does when he goes back to teaching is put a lil framed photo he took of her and john on his desk by his computer. hurts his heart a little when he comes home and she’s glued to john’s hip but. is also glad she’s at least already latched onto him and is just terrified of them both or something.

baby steps are what works. sitting on the floor reading bedtime stories while she sits in john’s lap, having her help make john coffee in the morning. kinda trying to show her they have something in common, they both think john’s pretty great <3. and john does the same kind of thing vs versa trying to show her that gale is obviously pretty cool if he loves him so much.

they show her photos from their wedding, and of them together early in their relationship which she lovesss. hijacks one of the physical photos to keep and wants to sleep with it under her pillow sweet baby <3

think what really makes her and gale finally Click is gale having to take over the night watchTM (mentioned it a longgg time ago but she has some sleep regression stuff and it’s a long Ordeal and a half trying to get her sleep and stay in bed all night) when john’s sick and can’t. poor jos is kinda miserable about it at first, wants john when she’s tired and doesn’t feel good.

but huh, gale is nice too it turns out. sweet and gentle and soothing laying on the floor next to josie’s bed telling her she can go to sleep, don’t got one thing to worry about when i’m right here baby. walks around her room and paces the hallway with her in his arms when she’s having a really tough night and is so tired she melts down about it. doesn’t care if she’s crying in his ear and using his shirt as a tissue. that’s his daughter. would do anything for that lil peanut, and takes a lot of pride in being a safe place for her.

[vampaiaz]

— both arms cradle you now

pairing: billy hargrove / reader

cw: hurt, gnc reader, little to no comfort, billy is hurt, you're hurt, age regression, mentions or signs of self harm, break up, lovers to friends even if you both don't like it, little to no plot, blurb, first person pov, let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: wanted to write something different today! i've been feeling a little under the weather and this has been my mood for the day haha. i love angst :P

"why did you do that?"

just hours ago, we had gotten into a fight. billy tends to give himself a hard time whenever we raise our voices at each other. now i'm back in our house.

i take a look at his eyes—slightly red and glazed. billy had been crying.

he looked up from where he was seated, and i saw his lip was busted, his cheek swollen.

billy didn’t answer. he let his eyes speak, then looked back down at his hands. they were bruised.

"billy, what happened?"

i asked him again, tears welling up in my eyes. i want him to tell me, to open up and show me what’s going on. he never does.

"billy, i'm not doing this with you today."

i'm tired of getting shut out every time he's hurt. i always try my best to help him, but he brings me to this silent treatment, like what happened was my fault.

whenever he goes through these things, i'm the first one he goes to, but he doesn't even let me do anything.

he just sits there, listening to me talk to drown out what was done to him. things he did to himself.

billy looks up again, i'm standing over him. his hands reach over to mine, his thumbs rub my knuckles. he brings my hands to his face, he caresses himself with them.

as i watch him, tears fall from my eyes. he's like a child.

this is a child.

it hurts to see him this way, and i can't do anything... because i don't know how to help him.

"billy, talk. please."

i beg him, but he just keeps my hands on his face for longer. i gently pull away, and he lets go. he looks at me once again, and the tears in his eyes fall.

"please don't leave me," he whispers, his voice cracking.

this is the most vulnerable i've ever seen him. i feel sick thinking about what could've happened.

"i won't leave, billy," i reassure him. his eyes widen like he can't believe i said that. it's like the words are foreign to him.

but as i look into his eyes, something inside me begins to crumble. i've said those words before—so many times—yet here we are again.

i’m not sure how much more of this i can take. i know he’s hurting, but i’m breaking too.

i swallow hard, trying to push away the guilt that’s already creeping in, but it’s too late.

it’s not just his tears that make my heart ache; it’s the exhaustion in my own chest, the weariness of carrying his pain along with mine.

"...billy," i whisper, my voice shaking, "i can't keep doing this."

his eyes widen again, his hands start shaking. the tears in his eyes fall even faster. "what do you mean?"

his voice is still a whisper; he's afraid.

"i'm tired," i admit, my voice breaking. "i’m tired of this. i know you’re going through hell, but you never let me in. you never let me help you, and it’s tearing me apart." i shut my eyes, my hands reaching my face as i cover it.

i can feel the ache in my throat; it's disgusting.

"y/n," he says in a panic, "i need you. please."

the desperation makes it worse.

"i know," i say, still not looking at him. "and i need you too, but you’re not here with me. you’re somewhere else, locked inside yourself, and i can’t keep reaching for you when you won’t reach back."

selfish. so selfish.

"this isn’t fair," i say, my voice trembling. "it’s not fair to either of us. i’m so tired, billy. i’m so tired of feeling like this, of feeling like i’m losing you even when you’re right in front of me."

his tears fall faster now, his face crumpling in pain. "don’t do this," he begs. "please don’t leave me. i’ll try harder, i promise."

but i shake my head, the decision already made, even though it’s killing me. "i’m sorry," i say, choking on the words.

"but i can’t do this anymore. i love you, but i can't do this. i need to stop hurting, i need to stop hurting you."

billy lets out a strangled sob, his hands dropping to his sides, defeated. "so this is it?" he asks, his voice hollow.

i nod, my heart breaking into pieces. "i think it has to be."

we sit there in silence, the weight of what’s just happened settling in. it feels like the end of the world, and maybe it is. but i know, deep down, that this is the only way to save him.

"can we—"

he speaks into the stillness of the room. i finally turn to look at him; he looks ruined. i can feel myself physically hurt.

"can we still be f-friends?"

i feel like i'm talking to a child. this isn't the first time billy has been like this with me, but right now it hurts so much, i think i ruined him.

"yeah."

i softly smile, my eyes blurring from the tears left in them. he smiles back. his hand reaches for mine, intertwining our fingers.

we both sit there for minutes, until he decides to take a nap.

as i watch him sleep, i smile. he's at peace, he's not going against the world. i wish it was that way when he was awake. i wish i stayed by his side, but when i am... he's only losing.

[angelbaby-fics]

Wittle blurb event about Stucky with little reader regressing to baby space. Maybe she’s walking her first steps after a long time from just crawling

eep so cute omg ❤️ 115 words

you gripped tightly onto the hem of bucky's shirt, glancing nervously between him and steve, who crouched a few feet away from you. steve held out your favorite stuffy in one hand, and reached out the other. 

"come on baby, we know you can do it!"

with one last reassuring nod from bucky, you let go of his shirt and slowly but determinedly stumbled your way towards steve. focused on your daddy's waiting arms, you put one foot in front of the other, never taking your eyes away from steve until you were wrapped up tight in his embrace and being lifted off the ground.

"oh good job angel! we're so proud of you lovey!"

you're invited to my tea party!

[seraslights]

A Little Surprise

[CG!Sebastian Solace x Little!Werewolf!Reader] Age Regression, little space Fluff Shot.

Age Regression is NOT a kink, please do not sexualize it on my blog. This is a soft comfort blurb. Sebastian used to be a CG before everything happened.

Let me know if you all want a pt 2 or if you have any other requests.

My Wattpad Account: Seras_Lights ---

From the second I got off the sub, I knew this was going to be rough. The first five doors were a breeze and by door ten I began to feel anxious. Upon opening the door lights flickered and a loud screech could be heard in the distance and I was quick to hide in a locker. I cover my ears as the screech got louder until it was dark and quiet.

The fur on my tail stood on end as I stepped out, examining the room around me. I survived till door twenty when I didn't get to the locker quick enough and was attacked by the screeching monster. Everything went dark for a moment, my body trembling as I became more terrified. Suddenly I was in front of a man? He wasn't human but I didn't know what he was. I recognized the light on his head as an esca, so he had to be an angler fish but his tail was long and like a dolphin.

I was brought out of my thoughts when he coughed, catching my attention. "So uh, you died. I'm Sebastian Solace and my job is to show you a little of what killed ya." He didn't make eye contact as he reached down, placing a file in front of me. I opened it and read the very little that wasn't redacted. "Why is it redacted...?" I question and he leaned back. "I can only show you a little, the more you die from the entity, the more I can show you." My eyes widened at this revaluation.

"Wait i'm going to die more!?" He laughs and nods. Before I could as more I was back in the original room, the sub going back into the water. I didn't want to be here anymore, I want to go home. I continued my journey, trying to get to the crystal. Each time I died, it drew me closer and closer to a meltdown. After I died for what felt like the millionth time I broke down. Tears filled my eyes as I hiccuped and sobbed.

His eyes widened as I spoke. "I don't like it here! I w-wan go home!" I sob, my words starting to slur as I regress. I tried not too, but I was scared and stressed. "E-Em not bad! I-I never did nofin wrong!" I sob. Through my blurry tears I could see him panic, as if something switched in him. He rushed to my side and picked me up. I was confused but only for a moment. I just cried and hid my face in his chest, random babbles leaving my lips.

Sebastian Solace: I reacted quicker then I could think, scooping her into my arms. I had found her file thanks to Painter. She didn't deserve being here and I knew that. I rocked her gently as she hiccuped and cried, wet hot tears rolling down her red face. All I could do is rub her back in an attempt to soothe her cries until she went silent. I quickly checked on her and noticed she fell asleep, her thumb in her mouth as her other hand gently gripped my shirt.

The sight was oddly adorable despite the situation. I sigh and slither to my shop. If this was any other situation I would've let her cry but I didn't know she was a little. My brain and body moved on instinct alone but now it was too late. Now that I know she's a little I know she's going to be a pain in my ass.

[mooodyblue]

🧸 little!e regressing on his own for the first time? a blurb or headcanons <3

i think the austin one i did was headcannons so here's some hcs 💗

little!elvis h.cs | first time regressing

500 follower celebration (closed)

i think it happens mid 60s. with constantly filming the most boring, draining films and still not being able to do what he wants, it's just so frustrating for him

the problem is, he's always surrounded by people. he's never alone. he can't remember the last time he was alone.

it happens when he does find himself alone at graceland unexpectedly, nobody was around. no memphis mafia, no workers, no family, nothing. just dead silent.

it freaked him out a little. was he supposed to do something? call someone?

he makes himself lunch. he realizes maybe the reason he's always surrounding himself with people is to just...not think.

to not think about the work, the movies, how lonely he is, how he misses his momma, everything is just so....bad. he just wants to talk to someone, for someone to not want something from him

and since when did he start crying? why isn't someone there to tell him he's going to be okay? to distract him from his thoughts?

he pushes his lunch away and cries softly into his hands as all those overwhelming thoughts take over his brain, following with another feeling he's never really felt before.

everything just felt lighter, almost trying to take over the bad feelings he was having.

he wished someone was there with him to calm him down, to tell him he was doing his best and that he was a good boy.

because he was being a good boy, right? he was doing his best, he's trying.

he wipes his tears with the back of his sleeve and just sighs. now he just wants some chocolate milk.

he struggles with pouring it into a glass, almost as if it was too heavy for him. he spills it a little, getting annoyed with himself.

"damn, am i gettin' weak? oh-that's a bad word. maybe i shouldn' say that."

he goes back to his room and turns the tv on, flipping through various channels until he finds one with cartoons, letting out a gasp and getting himself cozy in bed with his chocolate milk by his side

he sits there for an hour, sucking away at his thumb while he giggles at the cartoons in front of him. he wished he had kept the plushies he'd gotten from fans, he needed something to hug.

he kinda zones out, thinking about all his adult responsibilities again as he just rocked back and forth. he really had too much to do.

that gets him out of his headspace. he looks at the empty glass next to him and his saliva coated thumb, the cartoons in front of him still going....

yeah, he needed to call someone.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Except Scott, Tara, and their respective spouses, many from Chris' usual crew for NYE shindigs (Val, Jenna, his MA boys, etc...) have been absent from the festivities since the trio became fixtures. Do you think the two things are connected?

Yes, although it may not be a 1=1 cause and effect situation.

First, he and his friend group are all at that age where people's lives tend to be pulled in different directions due to personal responsibilities. Spouse, children, family, work: these are things that should always come before hanging with your bro, as far as I'm concerned. I know, personally, most of my girlfriends now who are married with kids just don't have a lot of time anymore for parties or trips, and when they do, they reserve that time to travel to/with family. I think part of what we've seen is this, especially with his friends with kids.

He's still at that partying without being tied down part of his life, and it's really starting to show that that's not where his MA friend group is any more. Maybe some are still trying to do that, but I feel most have moved on into the next phase of life.

And that brings me to this little Reddit blurb that got posted and quickly deleted last year during NYE 1.0:

I can see it, honestly. It's a time in your life where you start redefining yourself, and he's just trying to regress to his earlier party boy days. It starts getting scary when you start thinking in terms of "time left" in your life with the knowledge that there's far less of it than there once was. Fear enters the equation and some start having real issues (the dreaded mid-life crisis, which, at its base, is a real fear of death and not liking to think that it's far closer than it once was).

So, is it possible that he's alienated some of his friends over the last year and a half? Yep, I could see it. And it may be why we're seeing less people hanging around.

Of course, who knows, maybe there are also still Covid concerns. Who knows.

[unohanabbygirl]

Greetings, so have been loyally following the posts and blurbs about the FMN x HIPS crossover because it’s so interesting and combines your wonderful writing. Might I humbly propose something similar? I was wondering about FMN and I thought to myself, hmm how can I make this worse? And well…what would an FMN au look like crossed over with A Love Long Lost? Could you give us blurbs upon blurbs for this? I’m talkin reactions of characters on what Aemond did to Luke (esp Alicent and Helaena). What is life like for Aemond in the modern world now that instead of his canon self who woke up, it’s a version who remembers desecrating Luke’s body? Is he FMN Aemond just dealing with a new history or is modern Aemond just the exact same as a love long lost!AEMOND, no change to speak of? Does Luke remember from the beginning and have to learn what happened to him from the internet or art/history? Or is the story more in line with FMN canon? If Aemond is more like his FMN self, does he have a chance with Luke or will there always be that fear of Aemond regressing and becoming the man who used Luke’s dead body for his own pleasure and obsession? Or is Luke just terrified of even seeing Aemond after learning what he did? Please take this what if and go zoomin

Okay, let me just say ‘hmm how can i make this worse?’ Is literally me anytime I open a google doc.

A love long lost!Aemond is one of my favorites because it plays into how unstable he really is. I mean, anyone who’d slaughter an entire house for no other reason than the fact that they share blood with three boys you have a grudge against (Joff didn’t even do anything mind you) isn’t all the way there mentally. Explores every deeply hidden corner of Aemond’s obsession with Luke from outright anger to the badly hidden desire and even giving attention to his overwhelming need for intimacy/human connection considering that aside from Alys he never truly knew what it felt like to be desired for himself. And even then their relationship was all a ploy for power on her part.

Now, I personally don’t like the whole “every time a Targaryen is born the gods flip a coin blah blah blah” mess because it takes away from the fact that they’re not normal people. Magic literally runs through their veins, so mental illness isn’t a Targaryen trait passed from generation to generation in this instance, it’s simply something pertaining only to Aemond. Certain circumstances such as being marked as “other” from his brother and nephews due to being dragon less, having an overbearing mother who leans on you to fill the role of certain relationships she lacks due to being a sold off child bride who lives off of resentment, losing his eye and seeing how little his own father did to punish or at the very least give a stern scolding to the one who did it. It’s the perfect recipe in creating a man who’d so easily break after taking a life for the first time. The life of the one person his existence had circled around for years at that.

One thing about FMN is that it plays off every characters past. For instance, HIPS X FMN crossover would feature an Aemond who while is remorseful, still carries the need to “get back whats his.” in a way due to both his biology and the way prime alphas are socialized. He still holds onto the idea that both Luke and Osferth belong to him despite the circumstances. So things would be definitely prove the same for a love long lost! Aemond. Especially considering how we have a degree of mental instability playing into his actions.

Does regret or remorse for violating Luke’s corpse come to be because of his exposure to this new world? Not at all. In Aemond’s mind Luke belongs to him in both life and death regardless of circumstance and has so ever since Luke took his eye. It’s a debt that time will never be able to repay, a rope tying them together for eternity. And everyone being reborn into this new millennia only assures Aemond that fate is going to reunite him with his love. 

Aemond not only remembers his actions fondly, but becomes enamored with how history regards him. Has pride in his love being so deep that others get queasy at the mention of it. I’d even say his education as well as pride in his work as an archivist makes even more sense here as it’s fueled by the want to constantly surround himself with nostalgia. It’s unhealthy yet no one around him (his own family cause the blacks have several restraining orders) feels comfortable enough to pull him out of that festering hole out of both love and fear. Especially Alicent considering she’s the only one who lived to see what her son became. Had to sit across from Luke’s mummified body year after year. Covering her ears at night as she knew her son was intimate with a corpse. Her love as a mother and her disgust as a decent human being are constantly fighting a losing battle because while both are strong, neither can overwhelm the other.

Aegon can’t stand it but stays and tries his best to ignore how far gone his brother is mostly because he feels this mess his fault in part. That his bullying + public humiliation (brothel scene from s2 is a prime example) led to Ameond becoming such a broken man. Though i will say Aegon is the one person who makes it known that Aemond needs help rather than coddling.

Surprisingly enough, Hel is one person who doesn’t walk on egg shells or pretend things are normal. Instead she talks with him about Luke, how it felt to be with the one he loved even if it was just a cold shell. She connects with her brother because he was once the only person she felt close enough with to be herself before Luke’s death changed him for the worst.

We can also make note that Hel once felt outcast for being “creepy” and “odd” herself and therefore forms a connection. Although being autistic coded with an interest in bugs is nothing like being an ill necrophile, there was once a certain mold you had to shape yourself into if you were to be welcomed by others and Hel never fit it. Paired with her dreams and constant episodes of talking to herself creates a bridge between her and Aemond.

As for Luke… I don’t like to imagine him having had such a terrible coming up simply because it would be far too overwhelming. I imagine him growing up in stable foster homes. Good fosters who while lower class do provide love and protection as well as a decent education. It lays the groundwork for being able to see red flags in a man and run rather than go in deeper for the thrill of it.

Considering this incident would be very notorious history involving this house (coming in third behind Roberts rebellion and Dany retaking the throne) its a very well known fact which Luke already has some minor knowledge about. Because of this It would take a lot for him to even give a man who has such an outward obsession with a skin crawling event the time of day. This ofc leads to Aemond doing his best to not come off as a total creep. Stopping himself from smelling Luke’s hair or running fingers across his pulse point to feel the blood pumping. He puts on a mask, one of a normal guy who just so happens to study odd history.

Their relationship would not only have to be a well-kept secret as to avoid the blacks finding out that Aemond’s been in contact with Luke, Alicent and Aegon telling Luke to run for the hills, but also keep from scaring Luke away too soon. However, once Luke recovers his memories their relationship would be over from then on out. The fact that Aemond not only did what he did but feels no guilt and even remembers their past life as “husband and wife” fondly is terrifying.

I must say that this crossover would 9/10 end in tragedy.

[charliemwrites]

Hi— asking on anon first because I’m nervous, but, do you write for any cod characters other than the 141 boys? I adore your keeper/kept au but I have a favorite boy who doesn’t get much attention in the fandom and I always love seeing my favorite authors’ thoughts on them. If you don’t, that’s perfectly okay!

And I have no clue if this is overstepping, I know some are alright with it and some aren’t, but how would you feel about someone giving their own thoughts/writing a blurb about characters in this au? Like, if I wanted to add/write thoughts about favorite boy and their pet? With credit to your delicious wrinkly brain of course 😩

I am not sure if this emoji is taken, but if not, here I am! 🦮

Thank you so much for how much you feed all of us 🫶

Hi, 🦮!! No need to be nervous but I absolutely understand if you are, I get nervous messaging people too.

Who’s your boy and I can let you know! I’ve mentioned before I’m not super big fan of graves, no disrespect to him he just Reminds Me of Real People in an unpleasant way. Most others, though, I think I’m good with…? (Now watch it’s gonna be someone I’m like “who is this man” but still tell me anyways!)

Now, for blurbs and stuff - I don’t mind receiving it at all. I think we’ve actually done that a couple times already with some stuff I’m not comfortable trying to write (like the age regression Thoughts™️). Is that the sort of thing you’re talking about?

Lemme know! This au is a sandbox that we all kinda toss stuff into.