Once a year sick- an Roleslaying with Roman Age Regression Fanfic
Summary:βHey, Iβm really sorry about yesterday...β
βWhat happened?β
βI donβt really know, itβs the strangest thing: every year on my birthday I get sick.β
βSick?β
βYeah, I get all emotional and weak...I feel young. Itβs weird, man.β
βSweetie, you donβt know?β
βDonβt know what?βππ€SFW age Regression ππ€
Little!Youngblood CG!RomanYoungblood gets sick once a year, but is he really sick?
Roman wasn't supposed to be here, but he couldn't let his friend be alone on his birthday, even if he hates it.
"You hate your birthday? "Roman had asked him. "Why?"
"Not everyone likes being the center of attention, Roman, "He answers.
Which was fair enough, some people don't like crowds. But to spend a birthday completely alone without friends or even a little bit of family?! That seemed horrible.
"So, what do you do?"He asked.
"Your birthday. You're all alone with no family, I just-"
"It's none of your business," he shrugs, his tone neutral.
He always does that, always acts like anything personal wasn't important, even if it clearly was.
And when Roman expressed his concern to his own family, his aunt suggested they make a cake for him. His father on the other hand thought it would be best to leave Youngblood alone and respect his privacy...
So Roman and his aunt patty made the cake to take to Youngblood.
Youngblood had recently moved to the village in a small well-known Inn. He claimed he just didn't want to live in the woods anymore, but Roman wondered if maybe youngblood actually wanted to live there to live closer to him.
Roman walked into the inn and up the stairs to Youngblood's room. Though he knew it was wrong- he just had to make sure Youngblood really wanted to be alone today- he could change his mind? If not, he could just drop off the cake and leave. Simple.
"Hello? Youngblood are you home?" Roman asks. "I know you hate your birthday, and you don't want me here, but I just wanted to wish you a perfectly normal Tuesday and drop off this normal not birthday cake my aunt and I made for no reason at all. Do you like chocolate? You're not allergic or anything are yo-"
"...Youngblood? "Roman called.
He heard a whimper and the sound of someone crying.
"Youngblood?! Is everything ok?!"He shouts, running towards the other room.
'Ohnoohnoohnoohno please be ok!' Roman's mind was going a thousand miles per hour, what if his friend was seriously hurt? "Youngblood?!"he yelled louder, silently praying that he was ok.
He found Youngblood crying, hiding under a mountain of blankets and pillows in his room. "Youngblood, are you ok? What happened? "He asked, sitting on the floor next to his little tent.
Youngblood only whined softly in response.
Youngblood hid his face with his hands as if that would hide him completely from Roman.
"Hey, it's ok. It's me, Roman. I'm your friend. I am not going to hurt you."
Youngblood un-hid his face but still didn't meet Roman's gaze.
"Can I touch you? "Roman asked.
Roman moved his hand slowly to cup Youngblood's cheek, rubbing the side of it softly with his thumb. Youngblood flinched, but then leaned into the touch, craving more of his friend's comforting affection. When Romans hand moved away, he whined and starts to cry again as he tried to follow Roman's hand.
"Hey, hey. Whybie, you're ok. Come here." Roman held his arms open offering the little a hug, and Youngblood happily took it.
Roman tries not to smile when he realizes this is the first time he has ever really hugged his friend. "What's wrong, Whybie? Did something happen? Hmm?"
Youngblood didn't answer, only snuggles closer to Roman. He just wanted someone to hold him right now.
Roman held on, rubbing his back in a calm circular motion in order to soothe him.
"It's ok, Whybie. I'm here. You're ok."
Youngblood bit the tip of his thumb in attempt to comfort himself. And Roman honestly wasn't sure whether to tell him not to do that or let him be, that is until he found a pacifier sitting on the floor.
"Are you thirsty, bud? "Roman asks.
Youngblood nodded his head.
"Alright, let's see what you got, "Roman says. He puts the pacifier in his pocket as he starts to get up off the floor, moving Youngblood off his lap, youngblood whines and grabs Roman's shirt in attempt to cling onto him more.
"Whybie, I'm not strong enough to carry you, "Roman tries to explain. But Youngblood doesn't care, he doesn't want to move.
"How about if you hold my hand and follow me to the kitchen? "Roman suggests, "would that be, ok?"
Youngblood thinks about it, and finally grabs Roman's hand, allowing Roman to lead him to the kitchen.
"There we go, aren't you a good little elfling?"Roman coos.
Youngblood blushed a little as Roman helps him onto a chair.
Roman opens the fridge and pours a cup of juice for the youngling. "Here we go, bloodie,"he says.
Youngblood takes it and drinks without thinking twice about it, which was honestly kind of strange for him, Youngblood had always been cautious of everything, did this mean Youngblood actually trusted Roman? Or was this just a headspace thing?
"What do we say? "Roman asks.
"Tanks yu, Ro," Youngblood says.
"You're very welcome, elfling. Thank you for being so polite."
Roman rinsed off Youngblood's pacifier so that when he was done with his juice, he wouldn't have to put his thumb back in his mouth.
"Youngblood, do you know what today is? "Roman asked.
"Yes, it's Tuesday. But it's also someone's birthday. Whose birthday, is it?"
Roman gasped, "you're absolutely right! Good job, Whybie!"
Youngblood giggled and hid is face from Roman.
"Are you a shy baby? "Roman asked, teasingly.
"Mmmm,"Is the only sound he made as he hid himself more and more in his jacket.
Roman giggled. "That's ok, little one. Would you like me to make you something to eat?"
"ooup? "Youngblood asked.
"Soup, ok. What kind of soup?"
"Tomato soup, I can do that. "
"Grilled cheese sandwich? "Roman asked.
Roman looked to see if Youngblood had both bread and cheese before he answered: "I can definitely do that."
Youngblood giggled happily.
Oh, how Roman loved to him happy. "Alright, why don't you go play and I'll tell you when it's done, yeah?"
"Mkay, ro,"he says before running up to his room.
'What a well behaved little, 'Roman thought to himself.
After lunch Roman thought it would be a good time to re-introduce YB to his aunt's special chocolate cake.
"Would you like some cake, Whybie?"Roman asked.
"Maybe just a little bit? "Roman suggests, "it is your birthday after all. You deserve a little treat."
"Mkay..."Youngblood mumbles.
Roman grabs a plastic spoon and takes a little bit of the cake from the pan, attempting to feed Youngblood himself-
But alas, Youngblood stops him.
"What's wrong? "Roman asked.
"Birfday cake? "Youngblood asks.
"Yes, it's your birthday cake. "Roman answers.
"But..."Youngblood sighs.
"We need to sing first...right?"
"Is that so? "Roman asked.
Roman offers a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Whybie. I don't know the birthday song."
"Oh. C-can I sing it tho?"
"Of course, elfling. I love hearing you sing."
Youngblood smiles, blushing a little as he started to sing to himself: "Happy birfday to me, happy birfday to me, happy birfday to me-ee, happy birfday to me."
"That was beautiful, Whybie."Roman praised. Roman still doesn't quite understand the concept of singing, but Youngblood loves it so much, so every time he sang, Roman found it quite captivating. He couldn't help but smile every time.
Youngblood smiles and blushes a little. "Thanks."
"Is that an elfin tradition? "Roman asked.
"Tradiction?"Youngblood asked.
"Did your Parents sing that song to you? "Roman asked, rephrasing the question.
That seemed to trigger some sort of memory for Youngblood- and not a good one. He spaced out and stared at the wall for a good twenty seconds.
"I asked..."He explained, "but they always say'd no."
"Oh, Whybie. I'm so sorry."
"Yeah..."Youngblood stared at the wall again but not as long. He seemed to snap himself out of it on his own. "Cake now?" He asked.
"Yes, Whybie. We can most definitely have cake now." Roman takes a piece of cake and hands it to Youngblood. "Would you like me to feed you or can you do it?"
"Good job, elfling. Let me know if you need anything."
Youngblood smiles and nods. Then he covers his face in attempt to hide the flushed smile on his face.
As Youngblood ate his cake, Roman ate a small piece too.
He never asked Youngblood about his parents...
Is or has Youngblood ever been truly, ok?
"Roman? "Youngblood asked.
Youngblood stood up and walked over to Roman and hugged him. "You tired, youngling?" Roman asked.
"let's move to the couch then," he suggests.
He's so cute, Roman can't help but smile. He grabbed Youngblood pacifier and handed it to him.
Youngblood mumbled a very quiet 'thank you' then followed Roman to the living area to snuggle.
Roman sat down first and gestured for Youngblood to sit next to him. He did, but snuggled up close, setting his head on Roman's shoulder.
"Will you sing to me, please?" Youngblood asked.
Roman holds onto youngblood, gently petting his head. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at it."
Youngblood has been giving Roman a few singing lessons but he's still very rusty.
"All singing is good singing," Youngblood says with a shrug.
It's so fascinating and strange to Roman how much Youngblood truly loves vocal cord vibrations.
"Alright." Roman cleared his throat. He starts to hum the simple 'Do-re-mi' Youngblood had taught him.
Youngblood closed his eyes and hummed along with him.
"I will protect you with my life, "Roman whispers, stroking Youngblood's head until he fell asleep.
The next day Roman was helping out his father as promised. Since he completely neglected his chores yesterday- it was kinda fair to do a little extra today, right?
"Hey." Youngblood approached him while he was raking the leaves.
"Hey, Youngblood. What's going on? "Roman asked.
"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday..."
"You don't have to apologize, "Roman explains. "Would you like to talk about it?"
Youngblood sighed, honestly hoping that would be the end of the conversation. "Ok, sure. I guess..."
Roman sat down on the garden bench, and after a moment of hesitation, Youngblood joined him.
"What happened? "Roman asked.
Youngblood shrugged. "I don't really know, it's the strangest thing: every year on my birthday I get...sick."
"Sick? "Roman asks, wide eyed.
"Yeah, I get all emotional and weak... my head feels so fuzzy like I can't think straight. It's weird."
"Oh sweetie, do you not know? "Roman asks.
Youngblood was a little taken back by the nickname. "Know what?"
"My...what? "Youngblood asks.
"When you regress to a younger headspace in order to escape certain stresses in your life?"
"No....no no no-tha-that's not what I do, Roman." He chuckles nervously.
"Then what is it? "Roman asks, calmly.
Youngblood thought about it for a second then got up from the bench.
"Roman, I only asked one thing of you-"
Roman stood up and began trying to reason with Youngblood. "I know, but listen-"
"Don't visit you on your birthday, "Roman sighs.
"Right, and what did you do?"
Youngblood holds up a finger to silence Roman. "You came to my house with your aunt's weird-ass cake!"
"You hold your tongue! My aunt's cake is amazing! "Roman defends, "and it was chocolate, ok? Not burro!"
"You overstepped..."Youngblood said.
Roman sighs and takes a step back. "Yeah. I know, I know. And I'm sorry."
Youngblood scoffs. "No, you're not. You're not sorry. Because you always do this- I can't believe you would even think to-"
"Youngblood, I realize it was wrong, but you know what? In some ways, you're absolutely right. I'm not really that sorry! "Roman shouted.
Youngblood stopped talking to let Roman finish, he has never raised his voice like that at him before.
"I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust, but you needed someone to be there with you, bloody. The Youngblood I saw in there was not the brave, cunning, beautifully skilled and independent elf I know. But a scared little elfling who just needed a hug- and I was not going to leave you there helpless and scared. I'm not sorry that I was there for you."
Youngblood held his arms with his hands in attempt to comfort himself.
A familiar scared expression fell upon Youngblood's face. "Thanks for your help, Roman. I do appreciate it..."
"You know I'll always be here for you, right? "Roman asked.
"I want to. You've always been there for me. You knew I needed help with the robbery fiasco, and you helped. I didn't have to ask twice. Now you don't either."
Youngblood took a deep breath.
"Is it really only once a year? "Roman asked.
"It's the only time of year I can't really control it..."
"Did you really think it was a sickness?"
"Are you telling me it's not?"
"Yes, Youngblood. It's most definitely not a sickness."
"Roman, normal elves don't-"
"I don't care what normal elves or what normal people do, "Roman explains. "I care about you. Don't you understand that?"
Youngblood licked his lips and sighed. "Okay, "he mumbles. There was no point in arguing with Roman, he cares too much.
"Youngblood?"Roman asked.
"If you feel the need to be little again, even if it's not your birthday...and if you need someone to be there for you. Don't hesitate to ask me, ok? I'll be there, happily so."
"I won't need it..."he insists. Youngblood starts to walk away but pauses, "thanks."
Roman smiles, and Youngblood smiles back.
Everything was going to be okay...
But that doesn't mean Roman was going to stop worrying.
"See you tomorrow? "Roman asked.
Youngblood sighed, "yeah."
He'll never stop worrying, so he'll always be there.
Notes:Random thought came to my mind while reading a post on tumblr that mentioned regressors who only regress once or twice a year, and I was in the mood for an angsty!little cuddle fic!Iβm kinda obsessed with RWR (Roleslaying with Roman) Rn, so the idea of RWR Age regression fics really intrigue me. If you want more, or write /wrote some of your own- please let me know ^^As always if you liked this, please comment, they really make my day.
Take care of yourselves, byeee!
