#v.louis

[vsmpagere]

idk how much you've seen about trustbites (louis/owen/legs) and like. the reincarnation/everyone lives/whatever it is au, where legs is a human, but I am obsessed with them. have some hcs!

- I think both legs and owen should get to be small. as a treat. they're both so incredibly sad and need hugs and gentleness

- louis absolutely dotes on the littles. he appreciates the fact that regression is one of the few ways they let themselves be vulnerable, and how much trust in him it takes to accept his help and affection

- owen and legs. will start hitting eachother if left unsupervised. it is inevitable.

- legs does not sleep nearly as often as he should. one of the easier ways to get him to do so is to coax him down to regression through soft words and gentle cuddles (eepy regressor just like me fr)

- owen does not know how to handle a small legs, he often leaves it to louis to take care of legs entirely. legs does not like this, and wants to be with owen too >:(

- personally I am ignoring the fact that vampires canonically cant sleep. they do. and cuddles are a necessity.

- nightmares and night terrors, however, are pretty frequent. they have a nightlight of some kind for legs because he's 1: human and cant see in the dark, and 2: literally half-blind. also owen would never admit it but the pure darkness without it reminds him of being buried

- louis does Not remember how to make human food, it's been hundreds of years since he was human, and he hasn't reslly had a need to cook for people. any snacks or meals have to be pre-made or something that doesn't need much preparation. thankfully its only legs who needs it, so a stockpile can last quite a while.

im going to bed now its incredibly late o7 🍒

awww! i’ll admit that i don’t know very much about the reincarnation au/trustbites, but these are sweet!

[containatrocity]

"Listen I'm just thankful we're nearly done with it, been rebuildin' since Halloween, a light at the end of the tunnel is a welcome way to start a new year- especially if it means getting in out of the cold." His conversation trails off as he and another of the construction crew make their way into the hardware store- Ziggy adjusting his beanie down over his ears further as he makes a concerted effort to go unnoticed by the man behind the counter- of course the day he's sent to pick up more screws would be the day Louis was in. He'd pulled a gun on him last time, and that had been for the sin alone of being back in town. He's loathe to learn what might come of being around Bri again- of being around Natalie. For a moment, there's a flicker of his old self- that devil-may-care sort who'd dare Louis Ryan to pull the trigger. Instead, he moves back to the counter, sits a baggie of screws that he hopes will fit the repairs they're making after eyeballing the stripped out ones on top of it, and fishes his wallet from his pocket.

"Alright, what's the damage." He's avoiding eye contact. He's crossing his fingers that this won't be the kind of trip to the store that ends in having to answer for his time with Briana- or the newfound tension that's surfaced between them since Christmas. He spares a look at Louis. The expression on his face implies he should uncross his fingers. "What, Ryan? What about me just bein' in your store makes you look at me like I took a shit in your frosted flakes?"

@wanderinglcst

[containatrocity]

His history with the Ryan family is... Complex, to say the least. It's a family home he never quite felt welcome in belonging to a girlfriend who looked past the fact he was a particularly terrible young man- at least until she vanished without a warning for nearly a year and the anger that lived in him- that he'd fed like a starved wild animal- quickly turned on her, as well. It's why he's not exactly shocked that when he walks into the hardware store, the man at the counter turns to glare daggers at him instead of continue whatever conversation he'd been having with an employee. Ziggy swallows, bending to pick up the butt of the cigarette he'd been smoking from the sidewalk and throwing it in the trash outside. "...Afternoon." He clears his throat- the dimly lit store sprawling in front of him as he holds up the bag slung over his shoulder. "I uh. Was told y'all might get use sellin' this stuff. It's the toolkit I kept in the freighter... And some a' the shit scrapped off of it, considerin' I'm not leavin' anytime soon."

He can't remember the last time somebody had leveled him with a gaze that felt pockmarked with Hate. Louis Ryan's pretty well nailed it though.

@wanderinglcst