Bygone

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

Blair froze in Raven's arms, tears already bubbling in his pale green eyes. "W-what? I never said that! Daddy, can you believe what he just said? He said I called you Daddy. That's so funny. Why would you think that?" Blair fake laughed and avoided eye contact with Raven, hands visibly shaking as they clutched at the Russian's shirt.

"Blair," Owen said, rubbing the stressed creases out of his forehead. Raven let Blair down and he quickly ran into Owen's embrace, burrowing himself into his neck to hide away from the world. Owen gladly lifted him, holding onto the back of his head as he gently stroked Blair's soft hair.

"I think we talk," Raven muttered, eyes flicking between the two who were embracing. Owen nodded, eyes glancing down at Blair for a split second. "Okay, but you tell no one. Especially, Corey." Raven frowned at him, mouth pursed. "But I tell Corey everything."

"Well, not this. It isn't yours to tell." Raven nodded and the three of them moved into one of the living rooms. Raven sat on one sofa whilst Owen sat on another, Blair on his lap.

"Are you okay with this, Sweetheart? Is it okay for Raven to know?" Blair sniffled, fingers digging into Owen's back muscles as he nodded stiffly. "No choice." He pouted, which Owen gently kissed away.

"Let's start then." Owen began, turning to face Raven once again. "Blair is a little." Raven nodded like Owen was dumb. "Duh. I know, he's like five foot two." Owen shook his head in exasperation, a tired sigh spilling past his lips. "Not Blair is little, he's a little. It means he age-regresses." Raven nodded but squinted his eyes.

"I no understand." Blair began feeling nervous and latched onto the skin of Owen's neck, sucking it so harshly that it made Owen wince. He gently patted Blair's bum, hoping it would give him the idea to stop sucking. It didn't.

"Blair like to regress to a younger age. It makes him feel safer and calmer. He's still Blair, just a more stress-free version of him."

Raven hummed. "What about the 'daddy' thing?" He asked, looking more interested than disgusted, which made Owen lift an eyebrow. He suppressed his smile. It was only for Blair.

"It's a preference. He doesn't have to call me Daddy, it's just something we've done since I first found out. I don't mind him calling me it, it became our normal." Owen continued to stroke the back of Blair's head as he spoke with Raven.

Blair's tear-stricken face turned to look at Raven, who opened his arms up. Blair crashed into them, sobbing into his neck. "I'm sowwy." He whispered, nuzzling into the tattooed skin. Raven followed Owen's actions of stroking Blair's hair. It seemed to work as Blair's shoulders slumped and a small part of his tenseness was released.

"Sorry, why?" Blair hiccuped, eyes burning from the number of tears he had cried in such a short period of time. "For being a little." Raven internally cooed at the slurred words; he didn't think he would find it as cute as he did. Raven plucked him up gently, placing him sideways across his lap.

After a glance at Owen, which revealed everything Blair had to say, the stern man swiftly exited the room, lingering slightly just to be certain.

"No need for sorry, I love you for you." Blair clutched tighter, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks as he slightly gasped. "Why you cry? Return tears. No want them." Raven replied, hand brushing away the tears, kissing a few of them away.

"You haven't said that to me in a while."

It was silent for a few moments, neither two knowing what to say before Raven pulled him into the tightest bear hug he could muster. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much," Raven muttered, pressing sloppy kisses to Blair's forehead. Blair giggled slightly at the kisses; he didn't mind Raven's nasty forehead kisses.