The CoD littles all remind me so much of littles I have/had so I thought I would list them out
Ghost: 100% my baby bunny (my little of over two years now) absoloutely stubborn as all hell even when little and upset, hates bedtime, tries to lick walls (unknown as to why), has caffiene even when little, just cries sometimes for no reason, has a stuffie collection but always has his clear favorite. generally is almost always giving mama Nik and papa price heart attacks.
Soap: reminds me soooo much of my first little, just a complete ball of sunshine unless he’s upset, then will throw the loudest tantrum you’ve ever heard until he gets his way or passes out trying. Doesn’t mind bedtime if you can get him to sit still enough to be sleepy, rotation of favorite stuffies.
Gaz: Baby Gaz does not remind me of any of my littles but of one of my agere friends. A stubborn but sweet baby boy, absolutely tries to be ‘grown up’ and talk about mature topics even when he’s little (“mama… what is a fuck?”), fights regression super hard so he only regresses once in a blue moon
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Price sighed, looking at his boys. He would carry the world if his boys asked. But he did need to stop putting off the inevitable. Bath time.
“Alright, c'mon. We need to wash up first.” Price had to carefully maneuver Simon so he could pick up the boy without putting him down first. Simon had his new plush gripped tightly in his hand.
Price led the littles down to the bathroom. It had a bathtub large enough to comfortably fit two grown men, a separate shower, 1 toilet, and two sinks. Price set Simon on the toilet lid and turned on the tub faucet.
“Kyle, Johnny, shower or bath?”
“Baf. Duh, Papa” Johnny rolled his eyes.
Price chuckled and started helping Johnny out of his clothes. “Of course, how could I forget? Kyle?” Price looked over to Kyle, who was struggling to get his shirt over his head.
“Mm, quick shower. Sleepy” his voice muffled by the cloth of the shirt.
Price stood up after Johnny was fully unclothed. He stared at Johnny with a pointed look “Potty first, then bath”. Price went over to Kyle and helped his shirt off. He then went over to the shower and turned it on.
Johnny whines out. “Papa!” Price turned around to find Johnny standing in front of the baby. Whoops. Looks like he was working on autopilot.
Price lifts Simon off the toilet and sets him on the ground. He grabs a rag and wets it a bit before turning back to his baby. He carefully starts wiping off the paint on Simon's neck, moving up to his cheeks, and then his eyes. Simon is whining, trying to pull away, but John keeps his head steady.
“M'ma” small hands trying to push John's hand away.
Price pauses. His boy just called him mama. It took weeks before Kyle or Johnny considered calling him papa. And here Simon was, the one he thought would take the longest, calling him mama after an hour. John thought his heart might melt.
“I know, dove, mama's almost done though” Price quickly wiped the whole of Simon's face before pulling the rag away.
Simon looked up at mama, his eyes filled with tears. He was just so tired. Everything was making him tear up. Mama started pulling off his shirt. Simon let out a loud cry and pulled the cat plush close. He was scared. It reminded him of his dad. He knows he shouldn't be scared, he hasn't seen or heard his dad at all. But he couldn't help the fear. What if mama wasn't able to save him? Simon looked up as he heard someone call his name. Bubba was holding something up.
Johnny looked up from his playing as he heard the baby start crying again. He was struggling against papa. But the baby had to get undressed if he wanted a bath. Bath time was so much fun! He had to show him. Johnny started calling his name.
“Si! Si, look!” Johnny held up his rubber duck and squeaked it. Simon stopped struggling and held his hand out.
Price quickly undressed the baby, making sure the plush was safe, and set him in the bath. Johnny handed over the rubber duck to Simon. Price smiled at his boys, his heart heavy. It hurt knowing what the boy has been through. But instead of dwelling on it, Price turned around and busied himself with making sure Kyle was okay.
Kyle was stepping out of the shower, finding papa ready to wrap him in a towel. He smiled as he was wrapped in the warmth.
“Papa, is the baby okay?” Kyle looked over to the two younger littles, finding them playing together.
“He's okay, bud, just a little scared. Can you watch him for a quick sec? I need to get you lads some clothes.” Kyle quickly nodded and sat next to the bath. Price left the bathroom.
Simon rubbed his eyes and leaned his head against the side of the tub. Mama wouldn't mind if he took a nap. As he closed his eyes, someone lifted his head up. Simon opened his eyes to find Kyle.
“Babba..” he pouted. He was really sleepy.
Kyle looked apologetic. “Not yet. Soon” Kyle rubbed the babies back to comfort him. Johnny had handed over a toy boat to Kyle.
Price came back with a bundle of clothes and the Little pack. He had looked inside of it. It contained 2 plain pacifiers (1 black, 1 white), a 6 pack of XL nappies, 1 baby bottle, 1 sippy cup, and a small can of special Little formula. A good emergency kit until he could go to the store and pick up more supplies. Price set the clothes and pack on the counter before turning to the bath.
Johnny was playing with his boats while Simon was leaning against Kyle. Price sat on the edge of the tub and cupped some water before letting it fall over Johnny's body. He grabbed the small cup on the edge of the tub and filled it with water. He soaped up Johnny's body, scrubbing off the dirt and dried blood, before washing it away with the cup of water. Price wet Johnny's hair, making sure it was clean without having to properly wash it. He could shampoo his boys tomorrow.
Once Johnny was clean, Price moved on to Simon. The boy flinched when the cup of water came near. Price carefully washed him as quickly as he could. More tears falling from the baby's eyes as the cuts stung with the soapy water. Price drained the bath water and pulled his two boys out, placing them on a towel. He got up and grabbed the clothes and pack before sitting next to his boys. He handed Kyle and Johnny their clothes, letting the older two get dressed on their own.
Simon was laid down on the towel and quickly padded up. He rubbed his eyes and made grabby hands towards Price. John decided to forgo dressing Simon completely as it was warm enough in the barracks, and he could always wrap his baby in a blanket. He picked up his baby and pack, before turning to his other boys to make sure they were dressed. Johnny had decided no shirt, but Kyle was fully dressed.
He led his boys into the living room and set them on the couch. He had to fill his kids' stomachs before they could properly sleep. Seeing as how they just got off from a long mission, they all had a full week off to relax and regress properly. Price made his way to the kitchen to make some nuggets. Easy protein for his boys. He shoved the plate into the microwave and set about making a bottle. The Little formula was calorie-dense, made to replace an actual meal instead of being used as a treat or to lull a little to sleep. The microwave beeped and he replaced the nuggets with the bottle. He waited until the microwave beeped again before setting off to the couch.
Johnny and Kyle were curled up together, watching whatever was on the TV. Simon was curled up, almost fully asleep. Price set up a TV tray before placing the plate of nuggets on it, waiting for the boys to dig in. Once they did, John picked up Simon in his lap and positioned the boy to be half sitting. Simon whined as his pacifier was pulled out, but the whines died down as he was fed the bottle. Absentmindedly drinking as he fell asleep.
Price pulled out his phone as he texted Laswell, asking her to head over to the store for him. He knew she wasn't busy and was on base. He also knew he needed to restock for the week, but couldn't with 3 little's. He sent her a list of groceries, which included Little fever medication, anti-nausea meds, and pain meds.
This week was going to be horrible for Simon. Suppressants withdrawal was the worst.
I should probably actually talk about The baby Graves antics reboot huh?
It's gonna loosely follow the OG series, but take place in a littles are known/classifications au! Kyle, Simon and Johnny are all also regressors/flips? The main focus is Graves being a little and his bonds with them and Price though.
I'm currently halfway through writing the first part of the series however I'm not rushing it, I write better when I take it slow and take time to correct what I leave sitting for a bit.
The reboot is to improve the concept of what I had before but add parts I'd been wishing I had thought about/headcannoned at the time of the OG first fic in the series really.
I'm starting to think that it's just tradition for The baby Graves antics first part in the series, to take 6 months to write, since it's happening with the reboot series first part too.
Fun little fact, the original series first part was posted in early June of 23, but I'd been writing it since November or December of 22.
The reboot seems to be following the 6 month Ao3 curse & procrastination pattern lmao-
(A quick story as im tired but really wanted to get a beach story out. No warnings for this one. Riley (the dog) is in this.)
Price was taking his boys up to the beach today. It was one of their rare days off. He had the cooler packed the night before, filled with cold water, juices, and a beer for himself. There was a bag with sandwiches and snacks. The boys were incredibly excited for today. Johnny decided to wake everyone up early so they could leave as soon as possible.
As soon as Price had everyone dressed in their swimsuits, he loaded the cooler and the bag in the car. He put Simon in the middle (for support), Kyle on the left, and Johnny on the right. Riley sat buckled in the front seat. They took off, heading towards the beach.
It was around noon when Price parked. Johnny struggled to unbuckle himself, whining when Papa didn't immediately help him out of the car. Price clicked his tongue.
"Patience Johnny. We have to find a spot and put sunscreen on before you can go play." Price let Kyle out of the car first before letting out Riley. Finally Johnny was released, jumping up and running around the car while Papa helped Simon out. Kyle took Johnny's hand to prevent the kid from running off.
"I have him, Papa. Can we go find a spot?" Kyle asked, looking at Price getting everything out of the trunk with a baby on his hip.
"Thank you, bud. Take Riley with you. Don't go too far!" Price had to yell the last part as the boys and dog took off. With his hands full, Price took off. Slowly walking behind the boys, waiting until they picked a spot they deemed perfect.
Eventually the boys stood in place, Riley laying down. Price walked over and set everything up. He quickly, but thoroughly rubbed sunscreen on the two older boys before letting them run down to the water. Price set a towel down on the sand and set the bag, cooler, and Simon on it. Simon was running his hands through Riley's fur, not that interested in the water. Price rubbed sunscreen over his babies skin and sat down.
Suddenly, Johnny came running up. "Papa! Papa! Look what we found!" Johnny shoved a shell into Price's hand.
"This is cool, buddy. Did you get it from the water?" Johnny nodded excitedly before taking off again. Price set the shell down on the towel for safe keeping.
About an hour later, Price called his boys up to eat lunch. They sat together as Johnny and Gaz excitedly told Price about what they saw in the water. After lunch, the boys decided to build a sand castle. They built a 4 tower castle with a moat while Simon dozed off. Price chatted with the occasional caregivers. Hours had passed before Johnny and Kyle's movements started to slow. Price smiled as he knew his boys would sleep well tonight.
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(Impure regression, illegal drug usage, mentions of child abuse, negative side effects of medications, lots of tears) 1,148 words. Ghost runs out of suppressants after a long mission and drops. Pt 1.
Task force 141 stepped onto the Heli. It had been a month-long mission, and due to an unexpected snowstorm, evac wasn't able to come until a week after. Everyone was tired, longing to get home. The heli took off soon after everyone was buckled.
Ghost's breathing picked up as Soap laid his head on his shoulder. He was feeling really fuzzy, something he hadn't felt since Roba. His Little suppressants had run out a couple days ago, so he was feeling the tug more and more. Ghost rubbed his fingers together as he sucked on his bottom lip. He was aching for something but he couldn't figure out what. This all felt so unfamiliar. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away.
Soap peeked his head up, instantly noticing the lieutenant's odd mood. Normally he would be cracking jokes or engaging in conversation by now. But he seemed so.. distant.
“You solid, LT?” Soap asked, but Ghost didn't respond. He didn't even acknowledge that he had heard. Soap looked at Price, a questioning look on his face. “What's up with Ghost? I've never seen ‘im act like this.”
Price sighed, taking in Ghost's appearance. The distant eyes, twitchy hands rubbing each other. He would think Ghost is in a flashback if it weren't for the soft movement under his mask. A movement akin to a little one sucking on their lip for comfort.
“Looks like we might have a drop on our hands soon.”
Gaz stated at the captain, mouth agape. “You really think Ghost is a little, sir?”
“Can feel it. Caregiver instincts.”
Ghost sniffled, his eyes getting teary. He wanted his mum and Tommy. He wanted cuddles and to see them again. He wanted his mum to take away the nausea and dizziness. He needed her to make it better. A soft whimper escaped from him as a few stray tears left. Maybe he could ask Price? No. What was he thinking. He was acting like a stupid baby. He's a 32 year old man. Not some dumb baby who needs taking care of. He doesn't deserve it anyways.
Ghost was ripped from his thoughts as he felt gentle hands unbuckling his seat belt. He looked up to find Price staring at him with such kind eyes.
“C'mon lad, we're back on base,” Price said, extending a hand for Ghost to take. Kyle and Johnny were already on the ground, waiting for them. So Ghost took Price's hand and let himself be led down the halls to their barracks. He wobbled on unsteady legs, not unlike a fawn learning to walk.
Ghost was too deep in his thoughts to really process what happened next. He slipped on one of Johnny's toy cars, landing him square on his butt. He paused for a second, before his face scrunched up and he let out a huge wail. That was so scary! One hand shot up, slipping under his mask and into his mouth, instinctively trying to mute his cries. Suddenly, he felt someone grab him from behind and start moving him. He tried to push away until he realized they were rocking him. This felt nice. He could also feel the vibrations of the other person's chest. That felt even better. Maybe he could allow this. Just until he calmed down.
Price was on the floor the second the first cry left the little's mouth. He carefully gathered the boy into his lap and started rocking them back and forth.
“I need you two to go in his room and grab any gear he has.” Gaz and Soap nodded before taking off. Price whispered comforting phrases to his little one, just rocking the two back and forth. He had known Ghost was a little for several years now, but he always assumed the man regressed old enough to take care of himself. Boy, was he wrong. Simon still let out heart wrenching cries, slightly muffled by the fingers in his mouth. Price looked up as he heard footsteps. His boys were empty-handed.
“We couldn't find anything, Cap. Well, anything except for this.” Gaz held up a pill bottle, making sure the label was readable. Price immediately recognized the brand. It was banned in most places for being a Little suppressant, making the user fairly sick if they took it consistently. And it was prescribed by… a medic that General Shepherd constantly recommended. He was going to need to talk to Laswell about this. But for now, a baby needs taking care of.
“Go to Medic and tell them I need a pacifier, 2 XL nappies, and a bottle. See if they have any stuffed animals Simon might like.” And with that, Soap and Gaz were off again, needing to make themselves useful. Price sighed and looked at his baby. He gently pulled the skull mask off and studied the younger's face. Simon's black eye paint was a mess, running in streaks down his cheeks and neck. He'd definitely need a warm bath before being put down for a nap. Evac had come early that morning so it was only around noon now.
Simon stared up at Price. Big doe eyes full of slowly shedding tears. Price was holding him just like his mum used to. Rocking him back and forth in an effort to keep him quiet so his dad didn't hear. His mum was the whole reason he got those pills in the first place. But these were too big thoughts for such a little baby right now. Simon leaned his head against Price's chest as he let the older man care for him. Like mum. His new mama. Simon reached his free hand up to grasp at Price's beard. It felt prickly to touch, but not bad.
Price looked down at his baby lovingly. How someone could hurt this boy was beyond him. Price wiped the tears from Simon's face, smudging the eye paint further. It would be a pain to wipe that off. John looked up as the footsteps returned. Kyle was holding a Little basics kit while Johnny was hiding something behind his back. Price eyed the boy, but Johnny just smiled cheekily.
“Si, look what I got ya!” Simon turned his head towards Johnny. His cries had calmed down at this point, the occasional hiccup getting pulled from him. Kyle came forward and carefully pulled the fingers from his mouth, replacing them with a new white pacifier. Johnny smiled at the cute boy in front of him. He stepped forward and pulled the thing from behind his back. A fluffy black cat plush. “I found this for ya!” Johnny carefully set the plush in Simon's lap.
Simon dug his fingers into the fur, giggling at the feeling. It was tickling his fingers. He spread his fingers across the fur before hugging the cat to his chest. Bubba gave him a great gift.
