Hi everyone, Ronnie (she/it) here! I'm a 20 y/o queer writer and age regressor with ADHD (so forgive me on post consistency😅) and I'm here to write sfw age regression fanfics with my comfort characters! Feel free to enjoy whether you regress or not, as I know a lot of these fandoms/characters are enjoyed by those who don't regress.♡
I'll also be posting my writing on Archive of Our Own, so you can read and interact there if you'd like!
I write SFW caregiver fics mainly for:
Severus Snape
Rick Sanchez (C-137, Miami Rick, and Flesh Curtains Rick)
Most Team Fortress 2 mercs
Charlie Dompler
You can find my Masterlist here!
Feel free to send requests for these characters! Also, DMs/asks (when open)/reblogs are all welcomed and highly appreciated! Thank you all for the overwhelming support already!
Your hands tremble as you tap on Charlie's contact, in hopes he'll save you from the disaster in your head.
A/N: i am alive!!! a lot has been happening in my life and i really was not confident enough to post this when i first finished it... and i know i keep hopping/adding fandoms, my bad pffft. but there's a severe lack of charlie dompler/reader, at least in AO3, so i'm here to hopefully provide! i love to imagine charlie as a softer dude than the fandom makes him out to be, he's just a little blunt and more rational than most. but i still love this yellow blob <3
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Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzzz...
You choked back tears in an attempt to steady the quivering in your throat. You needed to stay calm, needed to get help, and crying would only make this worse.
Please, Charlie... Pick up...
A faint, persistent stinging struck the corners of your eyes as you stared at the vibrating phone in your hands. They ached from how many times you'd wiped at your eyelids, puffy from a night full of tears. You glanced at the time: 1:06 AM.
The buzzing finally stopped, replaced by a groggy voice on the other line. "Uh... What's up, man..?"
Guilt instantly flooded your entire nervous system. Charlie sounded exhausted, almost like he– Did you wake him up?
"I'm- I'm so sorry..." you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes.
This wasn't a good idea... Charlie didn't know what was happening... You'd woke him up in a panic – you were probably scaring him.. This was all a mistake.. a huge mistake..
His response fell on deaf ears as you began to sob again. Your bedroom felt as though it shook with you; the room spun like a hurricane going 90 miles an hour. You could've flooded the room out with the tears streaming down your cheeks. Now Charlie hated you, didn't he?
Oh god.. Charlie must've really hated you...
Your chest physically panged at the idea that he despised you and your meltdowns... Or that you were a burden forced upon him... that you bothered him so much that he would leave you...
Was he going to leave y–
An artificial light filled the room. Color pierced your vision, and your hands instinctively lifted to rub the pain away. After a series of harsh blinking and sniffles, you noticed the yellow critter standing in your doorway, his hand resting on the light switch.
"Hey, uh.. What's going on, dude?" Charlie swatted away the sleep in his eyes with two firm blinks. "I mean, like.. obviously you're not okay, which is totally fine, I've been there, but, uh..."
You hastily grasped for the words to properly explain the disaster in your head.
"..I hate this," you squeaked in that up-an-octave, softer tone that Charlie almost instantly recognized as your regressed voice.
He kneeled down beside you and his hand cupped against the top of your head. "I know, kiddo, this looks real rough. But you're gonna get through it, y'know?" He drew a calming breath, in and out, like the tide in a tug-a-war with the shoreline. "I'm here now."
Another sob ripped from your throat. Boiling tears gushed down your face, and you worried they'd burn holes into his stained t-shirt. His arms wrapped around you, firm and unwavering. The fact that he was here to stay should've calmed you...
Too bad it only pushed every feeling you'd bottled up to spill over in tenfold.
Charlie didn't budge, though. He was your solid rock amidst the crashing waves of turmoil, unwavering through the storm. No matter how high the tide got, he wasn't going anywhere. Even though he couldn't fix this for you, he kept you dry and sheltered you on the bay.
Once he felt your breathing even out – you could've sworn it'd taken an hour – he whispered in your ear.
"Feeling better, buddy?"
A sigh of relief rose from your chest. "..Betters."
That was at least partially true, anyway. You'd probably cried out the last of your tears physically possible tonight. Now, by some miracle, you were calm, and you yearned to explain yourself, to give any excuse you had for waking him up this late. Unfortunate for that voice in your head, though, you found yourself lacking the energy to dive into whatever had tipped you off so hard.
Instead, you opted for squeezing him tighter in this impromptu floor-cuddle you two were wrapped up in. Now that you'd become a bit more grounded in reality, you realized that Charlie didn't seem to mind being here as much as you thought. His hand rubbed your back in small, left-to-right swipes, and you felt his chest rising. In and out. In.. and out. He did drive here in the middle of the night, to comfort someone literally crying out in distress... It takes a certain kind of compassion to sacrifice your sleep on a whim like that.
The silence lingered for a bit longer, and then he spoke again. "You need anything, kid? Some water, maybe a snack?"
"..Juice."
"Alright, bud, I can get you some juice," He softly wiggled out of your embrace and stood up. "Wanna come with me?" he added when noticed your worried eyes.
"Mhm," you nodded and followed him down the hall.
You tucked into Charlie's side as the two of you made your way to the kitchen. He'd be screwed if he ever let anything happen to such a precious little one like you. If he had to drive over every night to keep you safe and comfortable, he promised himself that he'd do it.
Any weather, any time – he'd be there to rescue you.
Winter break has finally arrived at Hogwarts! Snape has a heartwarming day planned for you, and even if things go a little off-script, he still has a way of making the holidays the best they could be.
A/N: A late Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years to you all! I had to get this one posted before 2023, so pardon any mistakes/oddities, as I didn't have a chance to get this one screened for mistakes, haha. I planned for it to be here sooner but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless! I just love the idea of Snape having close student-friends that he can just be more himself around and form good bonds with. <3 Please enjoy~!
Thanks to you all for supporting me in my writing shenanigans this year, I can't wait to see what's to come in 2023 <3
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Morning sunlight glistened against the frosted window beside your bed. The light cast itself against your eyelids, a gentle greeting for the weeks ahead of you. You'd managed to string yourself along through finals week and survived your friends' light–hearted nagging as they packed to go home... and at last, the day had come: the first day of winter break at Hogwarts.
You hesitantly opened your eyes to see the same dorm you awoke to every morning. This time it was emptier, and thus you stretched yourself to awareness in peace. A few students quietly chattered to themselves as you rustled into a warm sweater, complete with your house's emblem embroidered on the front. The knitted wool scratched against your arms comfortably, and it embraced you like an old friend.
You made sure to sling your bag across your shoulder as you made your way to the Great Hall. You looked around the normally packed halls, seeing that they now had only a few students sprinkled here and there. Two lovers sat on a bench sharing a morning embrace, one pupil with their head pressed into a book, and even a skittish house elf rushing through the corridor with an empty serving tray in hand. As your head swayed from side to side in admiration of the life around you, you noticed a familiar figure with his cape lifted in the air as he walked.
"Oh, Professor Snape!" You called out cheerily, hand raised to catch the attention of the eyes on the back of his head that he always teased of having.
His footsteps ceased as he turned to look at you. "I see someone is in a rather pleasant mood?" You knew it wasn't a question, but his formality still caused you to giggle and try to answer him.
"Well, it is the holidays, after all! Aren't you excited, sir?" You folded your arms at him.
"I do not get excited, it is not in my... nature." A playful smirk crept onto the once stoic man's face.
There was a glimmer of truth in the statement – Snape wasn't one to partake in festivities with as much excitement as you – but he had his own ways of enjoying the season. Crisp pages of a new book, warm crocheted blankets draping his figure, a steaming cup of tea by his bedside... Yes, these all sounded lovely, especially given the cold breeze biting at his cheeks.
Your eyes rolled at his smart remark, and you moved a hand to rest on his shoulder. "I hope that doesn't mean you're bailing on our plans for today, Professor." You shot him a friendly eyebrow-raise as if to dare him.
His hands raised in surrender. "Why, of course not. I'm quite looking forward to spending the day with you, actually." He then moved to hold one side of his cape towards you, offering you the spot next to him. You gladly took it, and the two of you began to walk together.
You couldn't help but nod in admittance that you shared this feeling with him. You'd been up all night thinking of what he possibly had in store for you today. He'd kept it a surprise, even up until this point, and you felt your curiosity starting to boil over as you entered the Great Hall. Would he finally take you to Diagon Alley? Oh, and maybe he planned to take you to the new coffee shop that opened up next to the potions shop! The possibilities were endless... but Merlin's beard, what could it be?
Blueberry pancakes and crisped potatoes were far less appealing than the approaching reveal of what Snape hid up his sleeve. It could be anything – mostly anything, you corrected your thoughts – especially because he could be very passionate in gift-giving for those he cared about. You were one of those people he cherished, one of the lucky few who were able to see beyond the hardened walls he built to protect himself... and you really were lucky, truly, to be able to say that. Even if others knew him as a scolding professor, a cruel–hearted potions master, you knew the real him, and for that you could only be thankful.
"Lost in our thoughts again, are we?"
You pouted at the realization that Snape had listened in on your internal dialogue, albeit probably unintentionally. He saw this and chuckled gently, interjecting before you could respond.
"Yours are more... prominent to me, naturally, yes." He flashed a warm smile to you as he reached for another biscuit. "And it's quite alright, really. I appreciate your kind words, even if they were only brought to life in your mind."
You knew he was excited as well, in his own toned–down way. The fact that he had even offered you a smile in a room so full of students showed you just how much he looked forward to today's events. You could only manage to playfully roll your eyes at him.
He broke the soft dough in half, offering a piece to you. "You'll need energy for today, no doubt," he added when he noticed the confused look on your face.
Hints of honey and cinnamon melted against your tongue as you chewed the piece of biscuit. That was one thing about Hogwarts: Christmas breakfast just tasted better here. Snape nodded at you in approval as he finished his meal, clearing off both plates with a fluid swish of his wand. You eagerly stood up with him.
"Are we going now?" You asked quickly, bouncing in impatience at this point.
The man seemed to think for a moment. "Well, I think I must go back to my office and finish scoring..." He trailed off, his voice thick with faux–seriousness. "I'm only teasing, don't look so sour."
Snape led you out of the Great Hall and down the decorated castle corridors. Golden tinsel wrapped around the armored knights standing at attention throughout the hallway. Flashes of maroon and evergreen passed your eyes as you followed the swishing obsidian to your right. The colors blended together as he led you down flights of stairs, step by step, and finally, you stood in front of a worn-down door, a mix of browns and tans – his office door.
You turned your head, almost comically slow, towards the pale figure who now had a cheeky grin on his face. "...You said you were teasing."
"Well, the first of your surprises awaits you inside, so unless you would rather turn around and forgo the entire thing," the door interrupted his pause with a squeak, "I suggest you step inside."
That cheeky Slytherin, how he frustrated you to your wits end. With a sigh, you entered the room, only to be greeted by what was very obviously a cauldron wrapped in flashy green paper. Did Snape wrap this? The mental image of Snape clad in his Christmas PJs, grumpily struggling to wrap up a cauldron appeared in your mind, and you couldn't help but giggle.
"I'll have you know I wouldn't dare step foot in scratchy sleepwear such as the ones you're envisioning."
That was doubtful, somehow, and you swore to one day force the headmaster into a pair of gaudy, festive jammies.
You unwrapped the gift, which indeed was a cauldron, but the quality of this one was absolutely stunning. Intricate swirls of metal adorned the legs and handles, a Hogwarts crest had been melded to the base, and even your name sat neatly engraved into the baseplate.
"Oh, Snape.." You felt your bottom lip jutting upward, "This is too much…"
"Nonsense. You're one of my brightest students, and moreso, one I consider a dear friend. You're determined and strong, beyond your years, and I hope this will serve you well."
He paused to point a long finger towards the inside of the cauldron. "Did you see the note?"
…The note? You hadn't seen a note at all, what note– low and behold, a small piece of parchment paper sat inside the bowl of the cauldron. You carefully unfurled it, reading:
"I know you haven't had much time to be small, so I reserved the courtyard for the day.
Perhaps you'd like a snowball fight, little one?
–S.S."
You turned to Snape again, only to be met with the half-ajar door to his office. Oh, if that's how he wants to play, it's on. Quick taps echoed throughout the hallways as you barrelled up to the courtyard. By the time you made it to the entryway, you had thoroughly slipped into headspace – obvious by the toothy smile you beamed at Snape.
He stood with a smile on his face as well, holding a white lump of snow in his hand. Despite your natural instinct to compete in this impromptu snowball fight, you instead waddled up to wrap your arms around him. Thankfully, he ceased fire and returned the gesture with a few light pats on your back. The warmth helped aid how underdressed you were for the snow.
"Tank you for makin' Chrimmas better, Sevvy." You managed to speak through your shivers.
"I believe I should be the one saying that to you, dearest child." His breath was warm against your ear as he laughed. "You've somehow charmed me into the festive professor that stands before you today."
You felt yourself quivering in his arms, even despite the layers of cloth hugging at your skin. Severus took a step back, leaving you lacking any kind of warmth for a moment. Before you could pout or whine, he shrugged his cloak off. He knelt down to your level and swaddled you in it.
"Better, little one?" he asked as he pressed a soft peck to your forehead.
You nodded and gave him a thankful smile.
"Excellent. I'm assuming, by the looks of it, that you'd rather spend today by the fire?" And when you confirmed it with another nod, he took your hand. "Let's get you warmed up then, child."
The rest of the day was indeed spent snuggled up by the fire, paired with warm cocoa and regressed, half-coherent conversations with Snape. He entertained you with stories of cauldron explosions and presents received in years past, and you happily sat up against him and soaked in these memories with him. What better way to spend the holidays than here, beside him, anyway?
Shigaraki and Magne share a very special day – their first winter snow together.
A/N: This is a gift for sweetsoftysky over on AO3 for my part in the Agere Writers Discord Secret Santa event! I've never so much as touched MHA as far as plot goes, but hopefully this is enjoyable nonetheless, as I worked hard to make sure it was alright <3
OH and P.S.: I have a festive Severus fic ready for ya'll, so expect that within the next few days!! (P.P.S.: It's 1k+ words!!!)
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A shivering Shigaraki pressed his fingertip against the window. He instantly felt a tingling vibration climbing down his hand at the touch of the cold glass. He bundled up in his slate blue comforter, looking out onto the snowy city below him.
'Snow...' This world had become so cold and unforgiving, but this newly iced-over landscape now reflected the state of the deepest chambers of his heart.
'First snow,' followed suit, and he longed for the cold to never end. Mother Nature tilted a mirror up to him, and he held his splayed fingers upon it, pleading to be held and comforted. Warmth was all any human wanted...
Even with a blanket draped lazily around him, he couldn't find the will to move again. So instead he stayed – half-regressed and freezing – with a satisfying numbness spreading throughout his arms.
'Snow... pretty,' he concluded to himself. He felt seen by the shining iced-over pavements that otherwise would have mocked him. Hope crept up the horizon like a warm sunrise, setting his heart ablaze for only a moment, until the clouds of reality covered its shining rays and painted his world back to gray.
Magne sat across the room, observing the little one with a warm smile. Her fingers tapped on the leather armrest as she observed her little one bundled up in his bed. Shigaraki could be such a curious one when regressed, and she found herself admiring his small figure curled up by the windowsill.
She liked to see him so interested in the winter wonderland before him, finally engrossed in something other than the state of the world around him.
"Little one, would you like to go out into the snow?"
He startled out of his thoughts, turning to look at her with now confused eyes. "Go... out?"
She smiled to herself at his childlike confusion, before clarifying that she meant out in the front yard.
Shigaraki only hummed in response, turning his gaze to the wall. Magne made her way next to the bed, sliding her fingers against the cloth snuggled against his shoulder.
"We can go out and play with the snow, if you'd like. We just need to get your coat on, alright?" She gently pulled away the covers to reveal his plaid pajama set.
Those red, wonder-filled eyes met hers again, and he began to sit up and roll out of the bed himself. Magne brought his puffer jacket to him and helped him put it on, arm by arm. There was a faint zipping noise, followed by what felt like a hugging sensation to Shigaraki, and then she stood back and pressed her hands together happily.
"Ah, right, gloves!" Luckily she reminded herself of this, because there was nothing worse than having freezing hands. "These will keep you nice and warm," she swiftly removed the two gloves hiding in his pocket, "and hopefully stop you from scratching." She chuckled warmly as she slid them onto his calloused hands. She mentally noted that his lotion was in the bedside counter, as she was sure he’d probably need it afterwards.
Seconds later, the front door opened to give the regressed one a full view of the snowy grass and iced-over pavement. He stood there in awe for moments before Magne let out a soft giggle.
"Alright, let's get out there before all this cold comes inside. Hold my hand, sweetheart."
The boy instantly grabbed for it as he stepped down into the snow. He stood at the last inch of pavement in awe, leaning his body forward towards the snow. Magne made a reassuring noise, and with that, Shigaraki plunged into the white abyss. The cold jolted up his spine and zapped a grin onto his now rosy face.
She leaned herself up against the side of the house. She thoroughly enjoyed the view of her little one losing himself in the winter paradise before them. Snow flung into the air, followed by his shy giggles of euphoria, and elicited a soft smile of her own.
Anything to make him happy, she thought with a content sigh.
Witchy Tantrums (Severus Snape / Reader) – Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Potions Accident One dropped vial of painstakingly brewed potion is all it takes to send you into an enraged fit on the floor. Lucky for you, a certain potions master strides onto the scene to make things all better.
Small Surprise (Severus Snape / Reader) – Reverse Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst “A little kindness can go a long way, and has a profound effect.” — Severus finds a small surprise in his book, planted by his all-too-kind little one.
Holidays at Hogwarts (Severus Snape / Reader) – Christmas Fluff, Presents, Snow Day "Winter break has finally arrived at Hogwarts! Snape has a heartwarming day planned for you, and even if things go a little off-script, he still has a way of making the holidays the best they could be."
Team Fortress 2
Quiet Little Koala (Sniper / Reader) – Nonverbal Communication, Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles Exhausted and nonverbal, you pound on Sniper's van door. Despite it being so late at night, you know that he's the one that'll keep you safe, no matter what.
Force-A-Chaos (Scout / Reader - ft. Spy) – Fluff, Babysitting Spy is forced to leave Scout in charge of watching you when he's dragged on a business trip. Chaos ensues.
Pick-Me-Up (Scout / Reader) – Fluff, Presents, Surprises “Believe in the future, look forward to the excitement!” — Scout brings you a surprise pick-me-up in order to boost your wavering morale.
Story Time (Medic / Heavy / Reader) – Fluff, Medic Being Medic "Laughter is the most powerful medicine. It can purify the heart.” – Medic always told the best stories and Heavy had the best hugs. What better than to put the two together for a day of much needed downtime?
Rest Now, Roo (Sniper / Reader) – Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Sleepy Cuddles “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes, as long as you keep hope.” – Cuddles with Sniper can heal even the deepest of wounds.
Rick and Morty:
Tiny CuRickosity (Flesh Curtains!Rick / Reader) – Fluff "The world is filled with wonder and beauty. Life is mysterious.” – After a long night of performing, Rick shows you how he truly feels about your regression.
Smiling Friends:
Hurricane Relief (Charlie Dompler / Reader) – Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Impure Regression, Anxiety Attack Your hands tremble as you tap on Charlie's contact, in hopes he'll save you from the disaster in your head.
Miscellaneous:
Winter Wonderland (Tomura Shigaraki / Magne) – Light Angst, Fluff, Snow Day "Shigaraki and Magne share a very special day – their first winter snow together."
Hey guys, I'm sorry for getting super behind on posts, lots of hard stuff came up in my life and I've been struggling through it. I think life just kinda crept up on me and I put wayyy too much on myself at once. Posting once a day is insane as it is😅😅 I'm so glad I got to participate in some of the Rainbow Week prompts💗 I've got some one-shots on the way that I'll eventually get to finishing up and posting, though! Thanks for all of the love; every reblog, like, and kudos means so so much to me. Ya'll are so awesome.💗
“It’s okay to feel sad sometimes, as long as you keep hope.” – Cuddles with Sniper are the perfect way to end an otherwise horrible day.
You can read it on AO3 here!
A/N: Day 5 is here, woop woop! I have a tendency to write hurt/comfort with Sniper.. probably because he's a big ol sweetheart and I want him to hold me😅
Currently, you were held in between Sniper's legs, with your legs wrapped around him to cling onto him tighter. You barely felt him faintly rubbing circles into your back; the last thing he wanted to do was upset you further, and admittedly, he was terrified that any sudden moves would only wind you up even more.
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Tears streamed down your reddened face, pressed as flush against Sniper's chest as you could manage. This week had really tested you, so the moment you were able to be alone with him, the floodgates crashed open. Luckily, Sniper seemed to have expected this, and opened both his arms and his van to your much needed emotional release.
"There, there..." Sniper muttered to you.
The sound of his voice was enough to soothe your tears in that moment, so you took a stuffy, shallow breath in. Upon exhaling, you babbled back to him, trying to reassure him without actually having to say the words – the thought of speaking was far too unappealing to even consider it, honestly.
"That's it, sweetheart. Take it easy for me, yeah?" His voice raised to a whisper.
With another deep breath, you were feeling a bit better. Sure, you still felt like a wreck (and probably looked like one, at that), but at least you had someone looking after you. Sniper was such a friendly man; he really could make anyone feel welcome and safe in his presence. That's why you kept coming back to him during these rough patches; he knew exactly what to do to help you feel better.
With his gentle persistence, your cries eventually turned into sniffles, and sniffles into soft babbles. You noticed that Sniper had been running his fingers through your hair, something he usually didn't do on his own accord. Though, if you were being honest, you found it sweet, how shy he could be – especially when handling tiny you. Despite his rough looks, he was a delicate man, always treating you with the utmost fragility.
You almost felt bad for putting all of this on him. Sniper's empathy ran deep for those he considered family, and you didn't want your episodes to be another burden he carried.
"Dada, m sorry.." You squeaked, turning your head to be heard clearly.
"Why are you apologizing, roo?"
You hesitated for a second, trying to put a coherent reason together. "I jus.. I don't wanna bother Dada.. and and.. he just got a lot too and.." You trailed off in the middle of your thought, losing the rest of what you wanted to say.
Sniper's hand moved up to softly pat your back. "You know I don't mind taking care of ya', sweetheart. You're my little roo – what kind of daddy would I be if I didn't take care of my roo?"
Somehow, you knew that wasn't a question that needed to be answered, so instead, you closed your eyes and rested on him once again. Your eyelids felt awfully heavy...
You heard Sniper's muffled voice, and you thought you mumbled something back to him. In reality, it was just as incoherent as your regular babbles, but Sniper always thought you were cute when you were sleepy, anyway. He continued to rub your back and whisper sweet little affirmations in your ear until you were fast asleep in his arms.
There he'd stay, even when became too tired to hold you upright. He simply lowered himself back onto the bed, with you on top, and kept you close until morning.
"Laughter is the most powerful medicine. It can purify the heart.” – Medic always told the best stories and Heavy had the best hugs. What better than to put the two together for a day of much needed downtime?
You can read it on AO3 here!
A/N: Day 4 of Rainbow week! Sorry that this is a bit late, and on the shorter side - it was still really fun to write and I think it's so cute!! I've always loved the Heavy/Medic dynamic, so I thought, what better way to write for them the first time? I hope ya'll enjoy! <3
Laughter immediately filled the room after Medic finished his story. You felt Heavy's chuckle vibrating against your head and your own giggling in your chest. Archimedes, who perched atop Medic's shoulder, cooed in approval.
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"Well, anyway, that's how Archimedes committed tax fraud!"
"Doktor is funny, da?" The gentle giant nudged you just a bit too hard, only eliciting another laugh from you and Medic.
"Ahuh, Vati's siwwy!" Your little voice piped up in response.
Medic and Heavy always worked together so well to entertain tiny you. Their chemistry on the battlefield bled into day-to-day life on the base, and anyone coulr see how well the two of them got along. Once they'd decided that they would both look after you when you regressed, a relationship between you three blossomed like nothing before.
Days like these, spent in the medical wing joking and bonding, were more than you could ever ask for. The stresses of battle and day-to-day life melted away as you sat in Heavy's lap, embracing his company as well as Medic's storytelling. It felt nice to take the time to relax, more than anything; the attention you recieved was an added bonus, too!
A happy coo came from Archimedes, who had found his way into your lap. He liked to nuzzle his head into the palm of your hand in order to ask for pets, which you'd happily give him, of course. More sounds of content left his beak when your finger stroked down his head.
"Vati, can you tell the story about the fishies again?" You looked to Medic, who had leaned closer to interlock his fingers with Heavy's.
"That is funny one," boomed a familiar Russian accent with glee. You felt his leg bounce you in his lap as you awaited an answer.
"Anything for meine liebe," Medic brought his free hand to pat your head. "If I recall correctly, it all started on my trip to Berlin where.."
If only story time could last forever, you thought. At least you would have these moments to treasure forever, just to remind you to take a moment to laugh everyday.
“The world is filled with wonder and beauty. Life is mysterious.” – After a long night of performing, Rick shows you how he truly feels about your regression.
You can read it on AO3 here!
A/N: Day 3 of Rainbow Week! This is my first time writing for Rick, so I may have went a little off theme, but I wanted to have extra fun with it💗 p.s. I struggled so hard with this title😭
Rick was exhausted, you could easily see by the bags under his eyes darkening more than usual. A full night of bar shows would do that to you, for sure. He fumbled with his guitar, examining it for marks and scratches. His focus seemed to be on nothing in particular, though, just flipping between channels of distractions.
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Moonlight partially illuminated the inside of the tour bus, which was less of a tour bus and more of a dingy, poorly customized, and probably stolen RV. The lumpy seats and rust on the door handles didn't help, either. Though despite how unmanaged the vehicle felt, the scrawny man beside you made it feel like home.
You, on the other hand, were restless beyond control. Sitting in the green room and waiting for the night to end seemed easy enough, but god if it wasn't the single most uneventful 'job' you could have. Rick always reminded you that you were his good luck charm, and that he enjoyed having you around, but you only got to see him briefly in between breaks.
You'd stashed some coloring books in your backpack to ease the pang of boredom, knowing that you'd probably slip into headspace if left alone. With all the noise backstage, it was hard to calm down, even with your noise-cancelling headphones. And as always, with your luck, you found yourself pulling out your gear right as the gang barrelled through the door.
Now, Rick knew of your little side and seemed to approve in some sense of the word, but after a night of performances, it wasn't something you felt comfortable bothering him with. It was easy to unintentionally get on Rick's bad side when he was exhausted; you just didn't want your little self to be too much on him, especially not right now.
"B-uugh-babe, what are you- why the hell are you staring at me like that?"
With a few harsh blinks, you realized you'd indeed been looking at Rick this whole time.
Crap.
"Uh, I don't know, I'm just.. tired. Really tired. Yeah."Very smooth, you scolded yourself, before he had a chance to respond.
As expected, he cocked half of his unibrow in disbelief, but seemingly shrugged off the urge to press further.
"Yeah sure, whatever. You're lucky I'm tired. Just- just come here, yeah?"
Rick lifted his thin arm for you, and without hesitation you slid beside him. It felt nice to let gravity go and feel his warmth next to you. You felt his hand rub your shoulder, the spiked bracelet he donned for shows poking against the fabric of your band tee.
Rick made you think a lot whenever he was around. Not necessarily in a bad way, just a curiosity that made you wonder about the world in a way you usually didn't. Maybe that's why you found yourself leaning towards your regression more when he was around; he was a smart guy, and in any case, who wouldn't become tiny at the thought of aliens and spaceships and adventures?
"Uh.. Rick?" You peeped, trying to disguise your big voice's faltering.
He made a short noise in response.
"Can's you..," you sighed, trying again, "can you talk about the planets you've been to?" You pouted at your growing inability to stay big.
Rick chuckled to himself.
"Well, uh, I remember that one time we played at Buttworld – they go-ughh-gotta whole lotta butts there."
True to your little nature, the word "butt" sent you into a fit of giggles.
"I knew that'd get you," Rick smirked. "Y'know, you really don't have to hide that sh..shtuff around me. I mean, really, do you know how much I've seen in space?"
Maybe you didn't have to worry about being a bother around Rick, after all.
"A little kindness can go a long way, and has a profound effect.” — Severus finds a small note in his book, planted by his all-too-kind little one.
A/N: Day two of Rainbow Week! I had to write for our favorite Slytherin grump♡ Severus deserves so much love though, the poor man, and I am here to give it to him.👏 I wanted to include a bit of his thoughts as well as 'yours', so hopefully I did alright!
A small note, that had been scribbled by little you the night before, floated onto the wooden table before him. You watched as the puzzled, but more accurately annoyed, professor froze in hesitation. Your heartbeat stopped as you analyzed his demeanor from afaf.
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You watched from across the dining hall as Severus squinted at the book he had started reading as a pastime in between classes. Quidditch season was in full swing – and with it began a whole slew of chaos from students and professors alike – and a good read had always been an enjoyable distraction for him. But something new awaited him on the page bookmarked the last time he'd picked it up.
Severus certainly wasn't a man who received hand-written notes often, nor was he used to such a gesture. With his luck, this was just another unamusing prank from a Gryffindor unpleased with the weeks of detention they had earned themselves. Perhaps it was from a Ravenclaw, who often found cheeky ways to spite him for the corrections he made on their parchment assignments. Either way, these distractions had no place in his leisurely books, so he had no choice but to examine it closer.
His bony fingers reached down to practically strangle the note with his grip. You watched from across the room as his usually stone-cold frown softened and both his eyebrows lifted in surprise. His eyes glanced across the piece of parchment, analyzing it closely. Well, that seems like a win to me, you thought as you strode over to greet him.
"That book can't possibly be so good that you can't keep your nose out of it for even a lunch break, can it?" You teased as you swung your legs over the bench and plopped yourself next to him. "I mean, if it is, let me know - I'll have to steal it from you sometime and give it a read."
A few minutes passed; it only seemed fair to allow the usually stoic man to gather his thoughts. When he finally spoke, Severus's voice came hushed and solemn.
"Thank you."
You knew you'd have to wait in order to hear his full gratitude, but the way he'd softened towards you spoke volumes more than what he would be able to express alone with you. His tired hand found yours, and in no time your fingers interlocked with his. If only every moment could be this way, you thought, so precious and yet fleeting all at once.
How lucky were you, that just a hasty sketch from your time regressed could remind you both just how important you were to each other? It was a blessing to be able to touch this man so deeply with something so simple - one that you would cherish for as long as you possibly could.
“Believe in the future, look forward to the excitement!” — Scout brings you a surprise pick-me-up in order to boost your wavering morale.
A/N: Day one of Rainbow Week! I know Scout's a dummy and all, but I think he can definitely tell when a friend is gloomy and would surprise them with a silly little knick knack to cheer them up♡
Scout burst into the living room, shouting over the TV in front of you. You hardly heard the thud of the crayon in your hand falling to the ground over the man's excitement. He jumped in front of you with his hands behind his back.
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"Toots, toots - look what I got ya!"
"Hm?" You prompted him to continue on with the surprise.
He took a step closer, leaning forward with a grin. "Now, I know things haven't been great lately, but I thought somethin' like this might cheer you up. So..."
A fuzzy, neon stuffed animal popped into view. You heard Scout vocalize a happy "ta-da~" as he moved it from side to side.
You immediately clutched the new friend in your arms, tight against your chest.
"Tank you, Jermy," you stated simply.
"Aw, it's no problem, sweet cheeks. I know things have been tough," his hand landed on your shoulder in reassurance, "so when I saw this little guy, I knew you needed it as much as it needed you, y'know?"
That surprisingly made a lot of sense for one of Scout's ramblings. Things had been tough around the base lately, and if anyone needed a pick-me-up, it was definitely you. It was funny how Scout had a knack for noticing things like that, despite how oblivious he could be otherwise.
"Mhm, you right. I take good care of 'em." You pressed your face into the stuffie and took a deep breath, in and out-
Wait. Was this little guy scented?!
You pulled your now lit-up face out of the fluff. Scout could've sworn there were sparkles in your eyes. He chuckled at the sight of you.
"What, did ya think I'd get you some boring old stuffie like Spy did?" He rolled his eyes, a grin still plastered on his face. "Smells sweet, right? I thought you'd dig it."
Your bottom lip puckered out in awe as you barrelled into him, clinging to his waist. "Tanku Scout, tanku!"
"Aw, not a prob', sweetheart. Just, stay strong and keep it up out there, alright? We can't have you givin' up on the team," he teased.
"Team! Team!" You echoed back, once again filled with the encouragement you needed to give it your best shot out there!
Hey everyone! I'm partaking in @whimsycreator's annual Rainbow Week, full of sweet prompts and positivity! To sum it up, Rainbow Week is a celebration of not only Amelia's OCs and their world, Whimsica, but of joy and happiness as a whole! I highly recommend reading the post linked above, as there's a ton of information there about why Rainbow Week came to be💗
Get ready for eight posts full of sugary goodness this week~ I have multiple blurbs planned for characters I haven't written for yet, and I'm writing for every series I write for, so there's a little something for everyone here!! They won't be as long as my usual fanfics here, but hopefully they'll be just as enjoyable💖
I hope you all are just as excited as I am☺️ Feel free to participate yourselves if you're a writer or an artist, so long as you credit Amelia for both Rainbow Week and the prompts themselves. I'll be tagging everything as #rainbow week and #rainbow week 2022 for organization and archival purposes. I also have a collection for this series on my AO3, so feel free to subscribe there if you want first dibs on reading these each day!
See you all later today for the first day of Rainbow Week~!🌈
Spy is forced to leave Scout in charge of watching you when he's dragged on a business trip. Chaos ensues.
A/N: Ah, Scout, my beloved himbo bean. I honestly headcanon him as a big brother type caregiver, and I think his silliness is something to be adored. :) I hope you guys enjoy it as well!
An exasperated Spy rubbed his aching temples. Leaving for an assignment in Paris was stressful enough, but having to put Scout in charge of babysitting little you made things tremendously worse. It's not that Scout was a bad guy, he was just a bit too reckless for Spy's taste. That made leaving a delicate, impressionable little such as yourself to his care daunting, to say the least.
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"Non, she cannot use the oven."
"Ey, why not? You're a big kid, aren'tcha, darling?" Scout nudged your arm with a grin, eliciting a happy squeal from you.
Spy exhaled through his nose, his eyes momentarily closing in an attempt to relieve some of the strain on his intelligence. He turned to look at you, reaching out to hold your hands. "I will call if I can, alright, cherié? Please be on your best behavior for Papá."
"Mhm, I will, Papá." You give him a nod as extra reassurance.
"That's mon petite chou fleur," Spy pulled you in for a strong hug. Something felt out of place by how clingy he was being; despite him usually possessing protective caregiver tendencies, he never seemed to be overly weary of handing you over until now. It could've been the fact that Scout had never babysat you before, you thought to yourself, slowly trying to piece together the puzzle. Spy never seemed to get along with the airhead anyway, so it made sense that he was a bit too worried about you.
Leaving a little with someone as reckless as him wasn't the best idea, but Scout wasn't that bad, was he? When you were big, Scout was pretty respectful of you, especially in comparison to how he treated others around him. Sure, he had a tendency to get on everyone's nerves around the base, but at the end of the day, you saw that he really cared about his team.
Spy pressed a final kiss into your hand as he turned away to grab his coat. He muttered something to Scout that you didn't quite catch.
Clearing his throat, Spy recounted, "Remember to read ze list I left! I will be back as soon as I can," he flashed you a warm smile before he turned and strode through the doorway.
"Aw, crap. I forgot he even wrote that stupid list. Hold on, short-stop," he grumbled, voice thick with his signature Boston accent. Scout fished for a crumpled up piece of paper in his pocket. He tried to smooth it out on his thigh before holding it up to read it.
"Always keep a lookout on them when small, no sweets after 8 o'clock, bedtime's at 10:30.. blah blah blah..." Scout tossed the list behind him without a second thought. "Yeah, I don't think we're gonna need all'a 'dat, sweetheart. By 'da way, you thirsty? I got some Bonk in the fridge if you want."
A mischievous smile crept onto your face. Spy absolutely despised soda of any kind, nonetheless Bonk. In his words, it was an "over carbonated sugar water," and you were not advised to consume it. Even Spy was clueless as to how Scout could function after chugging a whole can of it… but your sippy cup couldn't hold a full can of it anyway, so what was the harm?
"Otay! I's go get my sippy, it's in mh room-"
Scout was quick to cut you off. "Nah, I got it. Spy gave me a box of all this stuff you like to use, y'know, just so I had it all here." He gestured with his thumb to a box on the kitchen table overflowing with bright toys, decorated pacifiers, and of course, your favorite sippy. "Plus, you're like small and stuff, right? Let me take care of ya, I know what I'm doin'."
You giggled in amusement, your eyes following the jumpy young man as he confidently bounced over to the table and grabbed your sippy. You waddled over to meet him in the kitchen as he poured your cup full of soda.
"Now, shortstop, I really ain't suppose 'ta give you this stuff, but I'm quiet if you're quiet, alright?" He screwed the lid shut and placed the bottle in your hands.
"Mm, tanku Jermy!" That might've been the easiest deal you'd made yet, honestly.
"Aw, no problem, kiddo." You felt his fingers ruffling your hair back. "And you should call me dat more often, cutie." He flashed you a cheesy wink.
Another squeal escaped your parched lips. Scout sure knew how to keep you entertained! Plus, he didn't mind giving you soda, which was a win-win in your books. You liked that - his ability to relax, to not be so uptight about everything. It felt refreshing, like a cold soda on a hot day.
You drew the bottle to your lips and had a few sips. The sugar instantly hit you, causing the sort of bounce-off-the-walls energy that Spy's no soda rule tried to prevent. You rocked from side to side in a very little-appropriate way to curb the sugar rush.
Scout obviously noticed how hard the carbonated drink had hit you. "Yeah, when I had Bonk for the first time, I had to run like a mile and a half through the neighborhood, just to burn it off!"
Your cheeks glowed pink with giddiness. Scout made you feel warm, like a sort of sugary sweetness bubbling to the surface inside you. For a tiny like you, the excitement was almost too much to bear! But, alas, you skipped back over to the bucket, setting your sippy cup down to fish inside for a toy to tide you over.
Suddenly, you felt Scout's hands latch onto your sides as he attempted to lift you up. He teetered from side to side, but still managed to hold you steady enough for you to peek inside and grab a plush ball.
Seemingly as soon as you'd been picked up, your feet touched concrete again. "Looked like ya needed a hand, short-stop, seein' as you were on your tippy toes and all."
You shook your head in defiance. "M not short! Can reach, can reach!"
You squeezed your eyes shut as Scout's hand landed on the top of your head, gently patting in reassurance. "Yeah, sure thing, kiddo. I'm sure you can reach anything you want, huh?"
The weight of the ball left your grasp. "Even this, babydoll?"
Confused, you opened your eyes, only to see Scout lifting the round object way above your head. Despite your futile attempts to reach it, he was tall enough to lift it out of reach. His toothy grin practically glistened at you.
"Alright, alright, sweetheart. No need to get all pouty on me, y'know I ain't got a need for this thing anyway." He placed his empty hand on his hip, offering the ball on a flat palm. "Unless you wanted to play some catch? Y'know, I'm really good at playin' ball. Not even Sniper can beat me!"
Your pout evaporates into a beaming smile, watching Scout's chest stick out with pride. "Ahuh, catch, catch! Gonna win!"
His laugh follows yours. "Alright, but I ain't goin' easy on ya, sweetcheeks~!"
Exhausted and nonverbal, you pound on Sniper's van door. Despite it being so late at night, you know that he's the one that'll keep you safe, no matter what.
A/N: shout out to all you nonverbal littles out there💖 you're valid and loved!! this fic is mostly gender neutral, but uses the term "sheila" once, which is a typically feminine term, so please be cautious if you think that'll upset you♡ but otherwise, i love some soft cg!sniper, and i hope you will too!🥰
ps: i have another snape fic and a scout fic (featuring spy, too!) in the works, so look forward to those eventually~👀 and i should be posting my character list/writing info soon :)
Sniper shot up from his bed, immediately robbed of the light sleep he had barely managed to fall into.
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Knock knock knock!
"Ugh, it's like three in the bloody mornin'.." He muttered to himself, rolling out of cotton bedsheets and dragging tired feet on his faux-wooden floor.
Knock knock knock knock knock!
"Alright, alright," came his voice thick with all-too-familiar grogginess, "whaddya want?" With a soft thud, he stumbled onto the door; the jangling of a chain and lock followed, and a pause, jangling, and then the final pull of a handle.
Relieved to have unlocked the bloody thing in half-coherence, he swung the door open. The moonlight showcased you, puffy-eyed and disheveled, staring blankly at him. Confusion struck, but the rest of him instinctually softened as he realized it was, in fact, just you there. He leaned into the doorframe and squinted, obviously trying to get a better view of you without outright saying it.
But wait, what exactly were you doing here at his doorstep this late at night? Sometimes you were too afraid to even walk through the base's dark hallways past midnight. How'd you even manage to come all the way out here in the dead of night?
"Christ, sweetheart, ya really spooked me there. What happened to ya? I mean, are you alright?"
You only nodded in response as you moseyed into the makeshift living room. Tonight was one of those nights where you didn't really want to talk about anything. Well, you couldn't, and you were too small to even think of trying to make yourself. You hoped you could escape to Sniper's camper van oasis of quiet and calm, but you'd forgotten that he didn't exactly know about your nonverbal tendencies. Hopefully, he wouldn't pay too much attention to it..
"You're awfully quiet there, sheila. Ya sure nothing happened?" He carefully stepped out of the doorframe. He couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong, but he could definitely feel it nonetheless.
Again, a nod followed the question, and only a nod. You climbed into his cramped bed and curled up under the covers. It wasn't the most comfortable, and you wondered how he even slept in this thing, but it was like home. Sniper had a way of doing that; he always felt safe. That's probably why your instinct was to come here, even knowing you wouldn't be able to explain what was wrong. There was something about the way he softened around you...
"..Little one?" Sniper hesitantly broke your train of thought. He had made his way over to your side, squeezing between the bed and the wall, to place a hand on your blanked-covered shoulder.
After a moment of thinking, he continued, "Just not in the talking mood, eh?"
Your hand reached to cover his, both in confirmation and relief.
"Hey, that's alright, roo. I just thought something was wrong, seein' as you're not your... babbly self." He tried to stay as coherent as possible despite his chronic lack of sleep, and thankfully, it still showed just how truly he cared for you.
With no sign of grace or charm, Sniper climbed over you and fumbled under the sheets beside you. Gentle arms wrapped around you and a warm breath lingered on the back of your neck. Chapped lips softly pressed onto your skin, reminding you that he was there.
Minutes passed. It felt like heaven, lying beside someone who would stay up with you with no warning, without the pressure to speak even a word. You happily rocked yourself from side to side in a blissful state of tininess. Once settled, you tapped Sniper's leg with your foot.
"Hm?"
The vibrations of his hummed response tickled the back of your neck. You exhaled an almost silent giggle, and began to roll onto your other side to face him. You jutted forward to press a kiss on his cheek as a silent thank you.
Sniper instantly pulled you tight against his chest. "I love ya, koala bear," came a gravely whisper, "and thanks for comin' over."
After what seemed like a minute of silence, he mumbled again, "I'm so happy you're mine," and the two of you were finally at ease.
Thank goodness you decided to knock on his van door tonight.
One dropped vial of painstakingly brewed potion is all it takes to send you into an enraged fit on the floor. Lucky for you, a certain potionsmaster strides onto the scene to make things all better.
A/N: This is the first full fanfic I've written in years - how exciting (and nerve-wracking)! There aren't many regression fics for Severus as a caregiver out there, and since he's a huge comfort character for me right now, I thought that I might spoil all of us Snape fanatics out there💖
I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog/comment and let me know what you think - or send in requests if you have any!😊
"Merlin's beard, I am not redoing this potion again! Ugh, I'm so done!"
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Glass shattered across the classroom floor. Immediately, a cry of your frustration followed, echoing against the walls of the otherwise empty room.
Tears were already streaming down your face. You had spent hours hovering over this potion, watching its every move in order to insure its success, and after being only partly successful in brewing a usable potion, you had carelessly dropped the entire vial onto the floor.
"I can't do this, Merlin's beard, I can't do this," You rocked back and forth on your feet. Every feasible negative thought swarmed your mind, and all you could even think to do was sink to the floor and sob.
So that's exactly what you did, slumping to the floor in rage and muttering swears to yourself about your carelessness. Your fists balled as you curled inward; you couldn't even register how quickly you were slipping into little space. But there you were, slamming your fists to the ground angrily and whimpering through tears like the angry, exhausted child you had internally become.
Over your wailing, you couldn't hear the classroom door creak open, nor the clack of premeditated footsteps approaching you. You could only hear the thudding of your feet and the pounding of your hands and your shrieking that filled the entire room. But then his voice came, temporarily averting your attention from the tantrum you hardly realized you were throwing.
"What has happened here, child?" It was Severus, looming above you with concern. His eyes scanned for possible injuries as you continued your fussing. "It appears to be just a spill. Not to worry-"
You perked up at this statement, only to angrily strike a fist against his shoe. "WAS. NOT. JUS. SPILL! Is all ruin, all gone!"
Severus gently bent down to your level on the floor, lifting your chin and guiding you to look at him. "There, there, little one. There is no need to worry about the potion at the moment, we will discuss it when you are no longer regressed." His arms then wrapped around your torso and he lifted you up, holding you to his chest.
Almost instinctively, you pressed your face into him and sucked in a shaky breath. Severus's hand rubbed the small of your back to ease your soft cries. He began to bounce you a little, and, with gentle fingers, swept a lock of hair out of your weary eyes.
"Although rather careless of you, dear, you have been stressing far too much over this one potion." From his lips came the same monotone string of words that always did, but this time, with a more forgiving demeanor. "We simply cannot let it become so strenuous on you to where you are throwing a fit on my classroom floor."
You knew he had a point, but you couldn't help but crinkle your face into a pout against him anyway. He must have felt your brows furrowing, because he continued to speak, almost as an afterthought. "Though I suppose that is what littles will do, yes?"
The words blurred together in your small mind, but you thoughtlessly nodded in agreement. You felt the faint hum of approval vibrate throughout his chest. Severus lifted you up closer to him and planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. The faint swishing of his wand followed, and you finally found yourself drifting asleep.
You woke up to the smell of brewing herbs and firewood, a soft blanket resting on top of you and your weight pressed into the couch. Your eyes, still blurry from sleep, glanced across the room to the dark figure standing at the kitchenette.
"Sevvy?" You lifted yourself up with wobbly arms.
He only hummed in response, not turning from the counter to face you. You tilted your head and repeated yourself, unhappy with his lack of words.
"Sevvy, can c'mere?"
"In a moment, darling, the tea is almost ready." A faint pouring noise came from in front of him.
You blinked in confusion. "Tea?" It wasn't a common drink for you to enjoy while small; it was much too hot. Though, now thinking about it, you did enjoy the thought of Severus blowing on a warm cup of it, just to be sure it was cool enough for you to drink before lifting it to your lips.
"Mhm... Perhaps you'd like to try it?" Finally, he turned to you, holding a single teacup.
You reached out to him with grabby hands. With that, he made his way towards you, sinking into the couch and setting the teacup down in front of himself. As you reached out to take it, he gently grabbed your wrist.
"Ah-ah, little one, we need to wait for it to cool." Noticing your frown, he continues, "But, you may sit on my lap in the meantime, if you wish."
You nodded, easily pacified by the thought of the warmth of his arms. He seemed to have a way of grounding you, just by holding you close to him. It surely wasn't an offer you were going to pass up either way.
He reached out and lifted you up onto him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest again. You babbled a few half-words in thanks. Severus began to run his nimble fingers through your hair, earning another nuzzle against his chest. Sometimes, no words needed to be said between you two; the way he protected you in this most vulnerable state, when you entrusted your regressed self to him, spoke volumes.
Just as easily as you were distracted from the tea, you drifted back into a light slumber. He wrapped a firm arm around your waist as his hand continued stroking through tangled locks of hair. Before finally drifting off, you pressed your lips against the fabric of his vest. "Tank you for helpin, Sev.."
He softened his voice as though not to stir you. "Always, little one. I promise to keep you safe."
