🩶A little family 🩶🖤
In which Elliott learns to trust someone and becomes part of a family, Pt 1
Summary:Elliott doesn't have many reliable friends. Their parents don't provide any support, and their boyfriend isn't really the supportive type either.
Emile thinks He can help Elliott, and plans on doing so no matter what the cost.
Virgil knows he should tell his boyfriend Logan about his age regression, but he'd hate to ruin something good.-
They just need someone to rely on when things become too hard to handle. But how do you trust someone enough to get there?
-Part 1 of "A little family" series.~There is mentions of violence but nothing severe.~
Non sexual. This is an Age regression story, if that ain't your jam, don't bother reading this.
~Elliott Stokes: They/them
-Roman and Remus are twin brothers.
-Emile, Remy, and dice are Step-siblings
-Remy and Dice are biological siblings.
-A/N: TW: Trust issues, crying, panic attacks, mention of abuse, secret keeping, lying, blood and stitches mentioned, and implied past trauma regarding hospitals.
Emile, Remus, and Remy were getting ready for their groups' movie night.
They all had busy schedules, but at least once every month they took the time to plan a movie or game night or something of that sort to be sure they still took time for their friends.
It was nice, they created a little family dynamic with their group of caregivers and littles, it's the kind of family Emile has always wanted. And he still can't believe he has it.
"So, when are the others showing up?" Remy asked, not looking up from their phone.
"Specifically, Patton?" Emile asks, teasingly.
"No, I'm just like- super interested in whatever stupid movie we're watching, and I don't want to waste any time." Remy says, voice obviously Insincere and riddled with sarcasm.
Emile smirked. “Right, and what movie are we watching again?"
"You picked it… so I'm guessing some type of cartoon?” Remy scoffs.
Emile rolls his eyes. "Ah yes, your enthusiasm is contagious as always, Remy.”
Emile and Remy are step siblings. Though they didn't start out being very close.
When their parents got married Emile was seventeen, Dice was eighteen And Remy was only sixteen. Remy and Emile didn't even really connect until college after learning about each other's age regression. That's also how they met Virgil, Patton, Remus, and Roman. They had an online support group for the longest time until finally Patton and Virgil moved closer to the city. Unfortunately, it was still hard keeping the group together sometimes. Especially when it comes to work and other relationships.
It was especially hard for those who needed human interaction but won't make it happen for themselves due to severe social and generalized anxiety. Not mentioning any names of course. (Virgil)
"It's ok that you miss Patton," Remus says, "we won't make fun of you...that much."
Emile snickers. “You totally like him." He teases.
"Ugh, shut up," Remy laughs, throwing a pillow at their brother.
"How have you two been doing by the way?" Remus asks, "him living as far as he does, I'd imagine that must be hard on you."
"Not really," Remy shrugs. "I mean, we both have our own lives."
"It's always good to have some independence.” Emile says. “Commitment is important too though.”
Remus grabs his arm carefully to remind him not to try and fix Remy's relationship. Emile is a therapist and had a bad habit of trying to help people without them asking for it. Remus has been helping him remember the difference between work life and home life. It's a hard balance sometimes, especially when it's someone he truly cares about.
“Patton and I talk, okay? I'm not neglecting him if that's what you think.”
“I didn't mean it like that.” Emile says. “I'm sorry, I pushed. I didn't mean to.”
Remy turns back to their phone, ignoring Emile.
Remus decided now was a great time for a subject change. "So, Roman said he might be a little late."
Emile hummed, "I just texted Virgil a bit ago, he said they were having a rough day, so they'll be a little late too."
"That guy seriously needs a therapist," Remy says.
Emile eyed them. “Look who's talking."
Remy scoffs. “I live with you, of course I need a therapist.”
Remus smirked, "I'll bet Logan could convince Virgil to go. Those two are inseparable these days."
Remy rolls their eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't already. The guy is a nervous wreck all the time."
"Now, Rem. Their relationship is still new." Emile says. "Besides, you don't even know Logan.”
"Yeah, get to know him before you insult his boyfriend-ing skills," Remus says.
"I'm just saying," Remy mumbles.
"It is not Logan's job to make sure Virgil is taking care of himself." Emile defends.
Emile interrupts, "Listen, I know you still care about Virgil. But he's an adult. He's perfectly capable of making his own decisions.”
"We're talking about Virgil here." Remy argues.
“Maybe Logan has already tried, Virgil doesn't really handle pressure well, and remember not everyone can afford therapy either.” Emile says.
Emile suddenly got a phone call. He was about to just turn it off but then saw who it was and knew it had to be important.
Remy sighed, "I'm gonna text Pat again and see what's keeping his ass."
"You mean other than you?" Remus asks.
Emile shushed them as he answered the phone, "Elliott? What's going on? Is everything alright?”
"Oh my god, a human being, finally! I need some help."
"I Uh- I was with some...friends I guess you could call them, I mean- I only met them a few times...that doesn't really make them friends, does it?I wouldn't think so. Anyway, we got into a fight, I didn't fight, but they did- I'm sorry I'm rambling. I'm just really scared right now."
"Where are you?" Emile asked.
"Who is it?" Remus asked.
"It's Elliott." He answers.
"Who dat?" Remy asks Remus.
"One of his patients." Remus explained, sounding annoyed. "Why do they have your cell phone number?"
"They're my patient, Remus. They have to have my number." Emile explained, annoyed.
"You haven't even seen them in six months. Are they even your patient anymore?"
"Is there an expiration date or something?" Remy asked, laughing.
"My patients don't have my cell phone number," Remus says.
"Hello? Dr Picani? Are you still there?" Elliott asked. "I just-"
Emile shushed His sibling and boyfriend again and walked over to the other side of the room to be sure he'd be able to actually hear Elliott.
"I need someone to come get me, I think my leg is broken or maybe it's just sprained and I'm just being a baby about it? I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have called you, this might be inappropriate. Is it inappropriate? It's inappropriate, isn't it? I'm so sor-"
"No, Elliott. You're perfectly fine. But why didn't you just call an ambulance or something?" Emile asked, voice was serious, but he was still calm.
Elliott sighs. "I can't. I rode in an ambulance once. It wasn't a good experience for me. Doctors tend to freak me out, they're just so creepy. I'm sorry, I just can't do this alone-" Elliott was clearly crying, "I can't handle them alone, it's not like that with you though, you're fine! I just mean doctor doctors. Not that you're not a doctor- I'm just-"
"It's ok, it's alright. Where are you? We can pick you up." Emile grabbed his coat and attempted to put it on while holding the phone between his ear and shoulder.
That got Remy and Remus's attention. They got closer but remained respectfully quiet, realizing this might actually be important and they should probably listen in.
"I'm in an alley near a club called uh...it's the bear something or the something bear...damn it."
"The twisted griz?" Remus asked, taking the phone from Emile.
"Hey-"Emile protested, but he was kinda happy that he could now put on his coat properly.
"Uh, yeah. That's it. Who-"
"I know the place," Remus says to Emile.
Emile took the phone back. “Alright, Elliott, we're on our way now, just stay calm. Would it be better if someone stayed on the phone with you?"
"Uhm. Yes, honestly it probably would. But don't. My phone is about to die so..."
"Alright, just stay calm. Take deep breaths, we'll be there soon."
Emile hung up. "I have to take them to a hospital."
Remy and Remus nodded. "We'll come with you just in case you need an extra set of hands," Remy explains. "And by that, I mean that Remus will help you."
"Thanks, I might need it," Emile said.
"Yes, thank you Remy for volunteering for me." Remus scoffed. "That was so generous."
"You drive," Remy tosses the keys to Remus, ignoring his sarcastic comments.
They found Elliott almost immediately.
They were all alone, eyes weary and full of tears as blood dripped down their face. Clearly, they were very scared and in a lot of pain.
Their face turn bright red once they all got out of the car to help. "Elliott, are you ok?" Emile asked softly.
"I'm fine, I'm really really sorry about this I-" They grunt in pain.
"Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." Emile turns to Remus who was already examining Elliott's leg. "This is my boyfriend, Remus. He's a doctor-doctor."
"He didn't hear what I said about doctors, did he?" Elliott asked, nervous.
"What did you say about doctors? "Remus asked, amused.
"They said you guys are creepy." Emile says.
Remus chuckled. “Well, you're not wrong.”
Remus grabbed his flashlight and took a look at Elliott's head.
"Are they ok?" Emile asked.
"Yeah, but this puppy is broken," Remus says pointing to their leg. "They probably have a concussion, and definitely need some stitches."
Elliott sighs in agony. “Stitches, are you sure?"
"It's ok." Remus interrupts. "I'm gonna call an ambulance." He pulled out his phone to call, but just as he started to dial, Elliott started to breath heavily and shouted "Wait, stop!"
"Why?" Remus asked. “What's wrong?"
"Are you sure we need that?" Elliott asked, sounding out of breath. “You sure I need-" they were panicking, breathing faster and faster.
"Deep breaths, Elliott." Emile says calmly. "Everything is going to be ok."
"I can't ride in an ambulance, Picani. I can't. I'd rather my leg fall off on its own!" They cried.
"Okay, well. We're not going to let that happen." Remus says. “But we will drive you if that's better."
"Alright. So, Elliott. We need to get you to the car. So, we're going to have to carry you. Is that alright?" Emile asked.
Elliott's breath was still very fast, and their face was still very red, but they nodded. They're embarrassed and they just wanted this whole thing to be over.
"Alright. Can you help me lift them, Remus?"
Remus nodded. He grabs one side of Elliot while Emile grabbed the other. Taking their hand first and throwing their arms around each of their necks. Then they grab each of their legs and carefully lifted them of the ground.
Remy watched them struggle from a safe distance (They were always more of a supervisor anyway) until their phone started ringing "Sup' slut? Oh, hey Virge! What's up, girl?"
“Hey, Rem. Where the hell are you guys? It's freezing out here.”
Remus reminded. “Move their leg as little as possible. We don't want it to get worse than it is."
"Oh, we're just kidnapping another non-binary. Typical Friday night stuff. What are you doing?" Remy asked.
“Standing outside your house, freezing. Waiting for someone to open the door.” Virgil says.
“Fun.” Remy says. “Well, we're not there so…movie night is kinda canceled.”
"Just set them in the passenger's seat." Emile says as they try to get Elliott in the car.
Remy hummed. "Uhm, there might be a spare key in the froggy flowerpot thingy."
“Froggy flowerpot thingy!” Remy says louder.
"Seatbelt." Emile reminds. "I'll drive."
“It's not there.” Virgil says.
Remy rolled their eyes, "What do you mean it's not there?”
“Well, I don't have time to help you find it, Virgie. I'm too busy being a good person.”
“Logan and I drove thirty minutes for this, it better be an emergency.” Virgil says.
Elliott grunted. "I'm so sor-"
"Don't you dare apologize." Remus interrupts. He's not accepting any apologies, because they didn't need to give him one.
“Well, what can we do?” Virgil asks.
"I don't know, smash a window, go sleep with Logan, dig a hole to China, the possibilities are unlimited." Remy says.
“That's not what I-” Virgil sighs. “Put Emile on the phone.” Virgil demands.
"Gotta go, Virge. Good luck!" They hung up quickly and jumped into the backseat.
"Emergency room field trip, fun." Remus jokes.
"I'll let everyone know we can't do it tonight." Remy says. "Where is our spare key by the way?"
"I gave it to Roman. Why?" Remus asks.
Remy nodded, "Virgil might break a window to get in our house.”
“You know how cold he gets! Virgil is an endangered species!” Remy says.
"Shit. Did I interrupt something important?" Elliott asks, "I'm so so sor-"
"If I have to hear one more apology, Elliott." Remus warned.
"Ok, ok. Thank you." They say instead.
"That's better." Remus says.
"It's going to be ok, Elliott." Emile smiles, "we'll be there soon."
They waited as patiently as they could in the waiting room. They couldn't move or anything, they're just immobilized in a wheelchair while waiting for someone to give them a panic attack in exchange for a cast and possibly some stitches.
They had a breakdown in front of their therapist, and they weren't even in therapy. This was far from the most embarrassing experience in Elliott's life, but it was definitely up there.
"Should we maybe call Mitchell for you?" Emile asked.
Elliott shook their head. "Don't bother, he'll call me when he wants to."
"Elliott Stokes?" a nurse asks.
"Alright, Sir. We're ready for you."
"I'm non-binary." They explain.
"My apologies, is Mx okay?” The nurse asks.
Before Elliott knew it, they were moving. Panic struck them hard. They looked back at Remus and Emile who were holding hands and smiling at one another in a comforting way.
Is that what relationships were supposed to look like? Elliott doesn't even remember the last time Mitchell and they held hands.
Great, now they're crying again. This was going to be just great.
Virgil and Logan waited outside on the porch steps and talked until they got the text from Remy.
Virgil sighed. Logan gave them a concerned look, so he held up his phone to show him. "Officially cancelled."
"Good timing," Logan says, eyes rolling.
"Wasn't their fault. Apparently, a friend of Emiles broke their leg. Remy texts better than they talk.”
Logan nodded. "It still would've been nicer to know before sitting out here in the snow for twenty minutes. Are you alright?"
"I really wanted them to meet you," Virgil said. “But, I'm also kinda relieved that I don't have to people anymore today."
"Next time," Logan says, rubbing Virgil's' arm affectionately as an attempt to comfort him…or warm him. "I was planning on leaving early anyway due to your attack earlier.”
"Lo, I'm fine. Attacks happen."
Logan helped him up, and the two of them started walking back to their car. "This was your third attack this week. I think you need a better coping mechanism."
Virgil shoved his hands in his pockets, "I cope."
Two guys started walking towards them in opposite directions. Logan really didn't care to notice until one of them was waving happily at Virgil. "Oh. Hey, Virge. What's going on? What happened?"
"Hey, Pat. They canceled; didn't you get the group text?" Virgil asked.
Patton shook his head. "You know, I really need to get this gosh darn phone fixed." He tisked, shaking his head again and grabbing his phone.
Without even a proper introduction of the first character, the other person made their way to them. "Just got their text.” He sighs. "I hope everyone is ok."
"Yeah," Virgil agreed. "That really sucks. Broken legs…I mean.”
"Hey, since we're all here anyway, why not make the most of it?" Patton suggests.
"Well, I do have their spare key. I highly doubt they'll want company after an emergency like this." Roman explains.
“So you're the one who stole the key.” Virgil accuses.
“It's not stealing, I just still have stuff to move from their house!” Roman says.
“Likely story.” Viegil says.
“Anyway- maybe we could go do something else? Since we're all here.” Roman says.
"We could go get something to eat," Patton suggests.
"I'm Logan by the way," Logan shook Roman and Patton's hands.
"I'm Patton, this is Roman." He introduces. “It's so nice to finally meet you!”
Roman lifts his eyebrow as he shakes Logan's hand. He really took his time to look over Logan. He whispers, "I have a long list of questions concerning Virgil and your relationship that I need answered. It's nothing personal, though I will kill you if you hurt my little emo."
"He's joking!" Virgil shouts. But realizing he was now the center of attention, he pulled his hood and covered their face, trying to hide from everyone. Logan wasn't sure what to do, so he placed a hand on his shoulder.
They all decided to go out to dinner. A familiar, healthy, but not so expensive diner was their best option (Though Roman insisted on paying for everyone anyway, apparently he had money that even Patton was surprised to know.)
Virgil remained quiet most of the night, but still smiled whenever someone would look him in the eye.
Logan knew something was wrong, and it wasn't just the anxiety. He wanted to help somehow. He wanted to do something to help...he just doesn't know what.
After a pleasant (slightly awkward) dinner with Patton and Roman, they all started to walk back to their cars. "Thank you for a nice evening, it was really nice meeting you both." Logan says.
"Is the evening over already?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, we could go see a movie or something," Patton suggests.
Logan looked at Virgil. "Another time, I have some work to do tomorrow."
"Oh alright." Patton says.
Roman and Patton both hugged Virgil and shook Logan's hand goodbye.
Then Logan took Virgil's hand and lead him to their car.
Emile tapped his foot nervously, eyes not moving away from where Elliott was taken. Remus hasn't seen him this stressed out since his mother was in the hospital last year. (Broke her hip, but she's okay now.)
When was the last time Emile regressed? It had to have been at least a month. This was definitely going to push him over the edge, he was definitely going to need some little time tomorrow.
Emile only hummed in response.
"They'll be ok." Remus reminded. He grabbed his hand and held it tight. "I promise, they're in good hands."
"But what If something happens while they're in there?" Emile asked, he even sounded stressed out. He started to bite his nails until Remus grabbed his other hand and held on.
"Well, what if they have another break down? Or a panic attack, or-." He started to breathe heavier, not quite a panic attack, but he was definitely panicked.
"They're going to be fine, baby. I promise." Remus says.
Emile nods. "Yeah, they'll be fine.” He said to himself, unconvincingly.
"You really care about them. Don't you?" Remus asked, grabbing something out of his bag.
"I care about all my patients." Emile says.
"Oh yeah, for sure. Me too," Remus says. “Does Kai have your cell phone number?"
"Does Kai have your number?"
Emile shook his head. “No.”
"Dot, Larry, Corbin, Solone?"
He shook his head again. "Nope, just Elliott..."
"When patients leave, I like to feel like I've helped them somehow. I feel a sense of pride. And even if I don't. Most of the time I know they have support from someone else. But not with Elliott. They have no one."
"They have a boyfriend, right?"
Emile looked back at the door to make sure Elliott wasn't coming back yet, then turned back to Remus and shook his head. "I'm not so sure."
Remus nods, rubbing Emile's arm. "I get it."
"Nothing is going to happen except Elliott getting proper treatment for their injuries. I promise, everything will be ok."
"Here," Remus hands him his small stitch pop-it.
"Thanks," He smiles, gladly taking it. "You know we may have to take them home with us, right?"
"Yeah. I figured as much." Remus says.
“Mkay, their machines suck so I found a starbucks.” Remy came back with coffee for all of them, knowing they'd be there for a bit.
“Thanks, Remy.” Emile says.
“This is surprisingly sweet of you.”
“I'm not sweet, I'm just bored. Hospitals are boring!” Remy says.
“We'll be back home soon.” Remus says. “Just hang in there.”
And as Logan and Virgil got back to their car, Virgil took a deep breath. "You don't have work tomorrow."
"I know." Logan says. "I just didn't want you to feel overwhelmed again."
Virgil unbuckled their seatbelt to move closer to Logan. "Can I kiss you?"
Logan nodded. "I'd like that."
He leans over and kisses him softly. "Thanks."
"We need to talk about your anxiety." Logan says.
Virgil moved back to his seat. "This was supposed to be a nice little moment, Lo."
Logan sighed, "I'm sorry, but I'm concerned about you."
"I know you are." Virgil says.
"Virge, please tell me what happened today. What caused the panic attack?"
"Maybe I don't want to talk about it." Virgil says, leaning back and crossing his arms.
Logan licked his lips. "Alright. You of course don't have to. But if there is something I can do... I promise I'd be more than willing. I'm here for you. Always." Logan grabbed Virgil's hand and squeezed it gently.
Virgil moved his hand away, he tried to hide the tears from Logan by facing the window, while Logan just focused on driving him home.
They didn't deserve Logan's support.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight, Elliott?" Emile asked on the drive back.
They nod. “Yeah, if you can just drop me off at my apartment. I'll be fine."
"Do you have a roommate or anyone in case something happens?"
"Yeah, you're staying with us." Emile says.
They lick their lips. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's either that or he calls you every hour to make sure you're breathing," Remus says.
Elliott nods, it's not like they were going to change his mind.
When they arrived at their apparent, Emile unbuckled his seatbelt. "Okay, we're going to need your keys."
"You're going to need something to wear." he says. “Your clothes are covered in blood."
"I don't need anything, I'll be fine." They insist.
"Elliott, we're not going to judge you." Emile explains. "You need clothes. And you're not going to be able to walk up and down those stairs every day, I won't have it."
"Alright, fine." they sigh handing him their key. "Just take into consideration though that this is me trusting you. That's not easy for me."
"I appreciate that. Is there anything specific we should grab?"
"My makeup bag?" They asked, "I keep it under the sink."
"Just some clothes, I guess." Elliott says.
They wanted their Paci and their blanket but that was way too much. Picani didn't have to know everything.
"Alright. Remus, stay here to make sure they don't move it- move it."
Remy rolled their eyes, "does it ever end?"
"You got it." Remus says.
Remy and Emile walked inside the apartment, and Elliott just hoped that they wouldn't find their little gear. They're a big enough freak already.
"Thanks for letting me crash on your couch.” Elliott says.
"Well, since we wouldn't let you go home, I'd say it was the least we could do." Emilie says, making up the couch for them.
"Either way, I appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there for me tonight."
"It's really no problem.” He says. “Goodnight, Elliott."
Dr Picani went upstairs and so Elliott decided to check to see if they packed their makeup remover. It's not really healthy to sleep with makeup on. But to their dismay, they found their pacifier in the front pocket.
If you like this story, please comment and let me know that you do. It's really the best modification. Because I'm an adhd racoon who forgets that they're writing something.
This is a re-write/re-edit. Of an older fic of mine. (Don't go looking for the original. It's really bad. I didn't know how to write then ig.
I just really love Elliott and was disappointed that there wasn't any little!Elliott content and them created a big complicated story that very few people were interested in.
I also have an age regression roleslaying with Roman fic I'd love to re-write. Let me know if you'd be interested in that one.
Anyway have a wonderful day, lovelies! 💖💖💖
