୨ৎ - anxious cg who checks the weather five times before letting their little wear the outfit they want, just to make sure they won’t be too cold or hot & little who insists dressing cute matters much more - ୨ৎ
୨ৎ – cg who worries when their little sneezes, instantly wrapping them up in a blanket concered but also playfully & little who giggles saying their fine – ୨ৎ
The next night was a little easier- Abel had to put you to bed with him again, but once he laid down with you, you stopped fussing and fell asleep almost immediately. He was relieved, especially after how the first night went with you.
Abel didn’t think either of you could handle another night of sleep deprivation, especially since you were already tired all of the time, regardless of how much sleep you got.
He was trying to fold up the playpen because he had a meeting and he wanted to take you with him, even if he wasn’t sure he should, since he hadn’t been debriefed on what the meeting was for yet.
You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, contentedly humming to yourself as you waited for him.
After a few more minutes of confusion and befuddlement on Abel’s side, he finally manages to figure out how to get it folded, and holds it with one arm as he settles you on his hip with the other one.
“Sorry it took so long,” Abel murmurs, making sure you’re comfortable, readjusting you once more before heading out the door. He left a few minutes early so he could get you set up and not have to rush you or himself.
It’s only a few minutes walk to the meeting room, but Abel can already feel the tense energy in the room as soon as he walks in, and feels like there’s a chance he might regret bringing you with him. He grins nervously to reassure you, setting up your playpen near his seat.
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Well, the meeting hadn’t been exactly what he expected. A sinner being redeemed? It didn’t seem exactly implausible to Abel, but he had never really taken anytime to consider it before.
This redeemed sinner, this Sir Pentious- seemed fine enough, and if you liked him, then he was alright in Abel’s eyes. However, Sir Pentious seemed very reluctant to be here- nothing himself, Saint Peter or Emily were doing seeming to help at all.
“Aw, c’mon..” Abel murmurs softly, you perched on his hip with wide-eyes. “I’m sure we’ll find something that makes you at least a little happy. Everyone’s happy here,”
In rather comedic timing, you choose to burst into tears at that moment, burying your face into the fabric of Abel’s clothes, the other four now all staring at you.
“Alright, um- he doesn’t count, he’s a toddler.” Abel murmurs awkwardly, trying to soothe you, bouncing you up and down gently.
Sir Pentious eyes slide to the side, still unsure.
Abel doesn’t really understand the feeling of being upset for so long- even in situations where he should be upset, it fades all too fast- almost unnaturally.
He doesn’t like to dwell on it very much, but it just doesn’t feel right at all to him.
Abel pulls you closer, rubbing your back. “I think I’m going to go bring him back inside- I think he needs to lay down.” Abel murmurs, interrupting the others' thoughts.
cg!henry x agere!reader. tried to make reader fairly gender neutral, reader wears dresses, ageless, sfw, one usage of daddy, a little smidge of codependency as a treat.
divider credits: @viviansturns
୨ৎ caregiver!henry who thinks you're just the prettiest little he's ever laid eyes on. like everything about the way you look itches his brain in just the right way. your eyes are the perfect shade, your skin is so beautiful, adorned with all its unique stretch marks and moles and scars and birthmarks, his hands are almost always jumping at the opportunity to entangle themselves throughout your hair.
୨ৎ he's always dressing you up in the finest quality dresses. layers of frills and lace and ruffles with pearl details, he spares no expense when it comes to your wardrobe. and don't start with accessories, there's a giant lavish jewelry box filled up with delicate, detailed necklaces with matching bracelets, little dainty rings, hairclips and silk bows, ruffle socks and pretty stockings. you even have a few tiaras that you like to wear on occasion.
୨ৎ his nicknames for you include darling, prince/ss, dove, and angel. he always has to include 'my' to preface any nickname.
୨ৎ your bedroom is a work of art that any little would drool in jealousy over. decorated to the nines with frilly curtains, ornate white furniture sets, delicate floral wallpaper, tons of plush toys of your favorite critters and characters, bookshelves piled with all sorts of different little books and cubbies full of toys, games, and puzzles. your bed is really fancy, with a poofy bed skirt, a giant duvet and sheets in your favorite fabric blend so that they're perfect to your sensory liking, a canopy in your favorite color that you can pull around to block out the light and, of course, topped with dozens of fluffy ruffly pillows and a special teddy bear that is your favorite.
୨ৎ although, your bedroom very quickly turned into more of a playroom than anything. after the first week, you decided you didn't like being alone in the unfamiliar house. the creeks in the halls and the shadows along the windows were scary and you missed henry's warmth, so you started crawling into his bed.
୨ৎ the first time you did it, you'd started out in your room. he'd tucked you in and kissed your forehead goodnight before going to his bed to read a book, his reading glasses perched on his nose and his bedside lamp turned low. and then maybe twenty minutes later, you cracked open his door and just climbed into his bed, curling up and tucking your face into his side to block out the light. initially, he was a little startled. he'd tried so hard to make your bedroom perfectly to your liking, was it not good enough?
୨ৎ he soon realized it wasn't that. in fact, the truth made him very happy—you just wanted to be near him! you actually found comfort in his presence and felt safe with him. when you told him that, so casually, he swore he'd never felt fonder of anyone in his whole life.
୨ৎ so, you sleeping in his bed while he read to you from whatever big book he was currently reading became the new normal, and both of you were relieved for this new sleeping arrangement.
୨ৎ henry always has the fridge and freezer stocked to the brim with all your favorite fruits, vegetables, desserts, pasta, anything and everything you like is always there whenever you want it. his kitchen is like your own supermarket personalized for you.
୨ৎ when you first arrive to his house, it's hard for you to get accustomed to being taken care of. you're so used to doing everything for yourself that it's hard for you to initially accept the help. every time he catches you trying to riffle through the kitchen cupboards for something to bake, he takes your hand and carefully helps you down from the stepstool, tutting at you that it's his job to do those big difficult tasks.
୨ৎ "here, let me help you down from there. those big responsibilities are for me to worry about, my prince/ss. sit down at the table and let me take care of you, my darling."
୨ৎ same goes for getting dressed, bathing, etc. every morning when you're ready to get up, he goes to your closet and always knows precisely the item he wants to pick out for you. somehow, it's always exactly the one you were hoping he'd reach for. strange.
୨ৎ at first, he has to gently command you. "arms up, my dove. there we go, right then left. now turn around so I can zip you up." you've since gotten so used to the routine and already know the motions, but sometimes he still likes to repeat them, nonetheless.
୨ৎ baths are one of your favorite past times. he always takes the time to massage the sudsy shampoo into your scalp, massaging your neck and shoulders while he's at it, and shields your eyes when he rinses any product out of your hair.
୨ৎ you love sitting on his lap while he reads the paper, pretending as if he has any concern for what goes on in the outside world. if you sit still and don't wiggle around, you get to read the comics and help him with his cross words. even though 99% of the time you don't know the big words required for the game, the times that you do happen to guess correctly he's quick to praise you for what a smart baby you are.
୨ৎ in fact, henry is quick to praise you all the time. anytime you get a chance to show off your smarts or quick wit, he's telling you how bright you are and how proud he is of you. he's always giving you little praises throughout the day, about how pretty are you, how well you're getting at learning to ride your bike, how your piano playing is growing better and better with every passing day, how good you are because you ate almost your whole dinner.
୨ৎ the only time he doesn't praise you is when you get in trouble. then, he's very quick to correct your behavior. I wouldn't say he's necessarily cruel when it comes to punishments, but he'll accidentally let his temper get the best of him and raise his voice on the odd occasion. but it takes quite a bit for him to get to that point with you. he's pretty lenient and would rather just have a firm talk than to scare you.
୨ৎ actually, he would have a three-strike rule for most things. like if you keep putting your hand too close to the hot stovetop, or if you wander into a part of the house that's forbidden.
୨ৎ if you break the rules three times then he would give you a spanking over his knee. he has to teach you that it's best to listen to him, that he's only trying to keep you safe and do what's best for you. daddy always knows best. and he'd made sure to sit you up on his lap afterwards and wipe your tears away with his thumbs, cradling your little beat red face in his large palms while he coos your crying down to the occasional sniffle.
"i'm very sorry, my darling. but you needed to learn right from wrong. and i am always right."
୨ৎ tough love aside, he's very patient with you. he likes to gently help you, like if you're getting frustrating trying to learn something he will nudge you in the right direction, but he loves to see the way your eyes light up when it finally clicks in your brain. and he makes sure to tell you that it's all you, that you're able to figure things out because you're smart, not because he's there to help you.
୨ৎ you both love playing games together. hide and seek, board games, card games, trivia. sometimes he even puts together his own games for you, like scavenger hunts or word games to keep you occupied while he's gone on business.
୨ৎ henry is the king of tea parties, and he makes sure to take it all very seriously. if you asked sweetly, he'd even let you play with his nice tea sets and he'd brew some tea on the stove for you. a dish of sugar cubes, a couple slices of lemon, even some mint leaves if you like that. he'd also plate some muffins or brownies for you. and your plushies would be allowed to sit at the dining table. he'd ask to be introduced to each of them, smiling fondly at you as you begin listing off their names and he'd always make sure to memorize and properly address them.
୨ৎ whenever he's gone, he makes sure to leave lots of records of your favorite musical artists within your arms reach so that you never get lonely. he even made some recordings of himself reading stories so that you can listen to them when you miss the sound of his voice.
୨ৎ while he's gone, you begin to realize how much you miss his assistance for things like cooking or styling your hair. your food never tastes nearly as good as when he makes it, and your braids and ponytails never turn out as even or pristine as when he does them for you.
୨ৎ as much as you miss him, it's actually harder for him to leave you. he's near constantly missing your warm presence, your happiness, just everything that combines to make you you. he's constantly checking in on you with his mind, although you don't know it. he just gets really worried sometimes and wants to make sure that you're safe and following all the rules.
୨ৎ when you're alone you dance around the house extra crazy like and he spies on you, he finds it adorable. then, when he walks through the front door and you freeze to a halt, he takes your hands within his and smiles knowingly, giving you a twirl, "go ahead, my little dove. you're free to dance as wildly to your hearts content. don't let me stop you."
୨ৎ okay it might be a douchebag move but i think he'd manifest little harmless but visually scary monsters underneath your bed or shadowy figures ghosting around corners in the house just so you have an excuse to run to him and he can protect you. he'd banish them all, making sure to show you how good he is at keeping you safe from anything and everything that you don't like.
"it's okay, my prince/ss, you're fine. i've banished all the monsters to a place far, far from here. someplace where they can't hurt you." he reassures you as he's crouched down to hug you close and smooth down your hair as you shake like a leaf and whimper in his arms.
୨ৎ he'd also control the weather to have the occasional thunderstorm so that you'll cower into his arms and he can hold and coddle you. he knows it's wrong and manipulative, but he justifies it by convincing himself that the things he manifests are never truly harmful to you. they give you a little scare and a jolt, but he would never, never ever harm you physically or let anybody else lay a hand on you for that matter.
୨ৎ henry just needs to feel like he's important and worthy for you. he needs to feel like he's the best caregiver he can possibly be for you so that you never lose interest or decide that you don't need him anymore. that's his worst nightmare. he would go to any lengths to prove to you that he can be helpful in your life, and he will do absolutely anything you ask if it means you'll always love him.
୨ৎ well, everything except let you leave his dream world. but he would change the world in a heartbeat into anything your little heart desires.
went to the library with my dad from our partner sys today! got to look at so many books and here are some i checked out! i also got to bring our bingo plushie with me and it was so nice and comforting to have with me. so excited for my dad to read to me :3!
