A Help For Anxiety (Spanking)

A Father's Love

Authors Note: Hey, everyone! If you've clicked on this fic it means you've read the tags and are aware of what you're getting yourself into. This is an idea I've been sitting on for a while now and wanted to put to use. So to give a little bit more info, this is a Virgil centric one-shot centered around spanking and the act of tender vulnerability. The first chapter takes place in the, A Help For Anxiety universe, where punishments have already been established and the characters know what to expect. I've explained everything within the chapter on how the decision was made. I happily take requests. Anything from, pre AA, human AU, parental sides, kid Virgil, ect. If you like this story, please leave a comment. Feedback is greatly appreciated. I only plan to continue writing this story if people are interested.

Virgil had a habit. A nasty, horrible, and oftentimes very frustrating habit. It wasn't the usual conventional tic one with anxiety might develop as a self soother such as, nail biting, lip chewing, hair pulling or skin picking. And although the youngest trait did possess those tendencies as well and was often scolded when caught in the act of the destructive practice; those were not the habits in question. No, this habit may not have been as physical as the others, or as noticeable at the time, but it carried a weight far more dangerous than the rest. Because the fix (or a step towards one) wasn't as simple as well manicured nails laced with a bitter taste to keep nimble fingers from being chewed when stressed, or a sharp stern eye as a thumb gently pries a raw lip from between sharp teeth. Those kinds of quirks were more subconsciously done, no real thought behind them, only the urge to fidget. Those small things could be managed. Granted they were in no way an easy hurdle to climb, but they at the very least knew which direction to take in order to help break those tics. This particular habit however was not like the rest. It was the habit that stemmed from a self degrading and belittling mindset that caused the most harm. It was the thing that hurt everyone to see the most.
Self deprecation was Virgil's most nasty of habits. And it was done. All. The. Time.

If there was one side who made his displeasure known with all of Virgil's negative talk; It was Patton. That's not to say the other's hadn't had their share of words spoken about the importance of self-love to the youngest. Or in Virgil's choice words 'nagged to no end about it'. Everyone had all heard the exasperated shouts from the fatherly side throughout the mind palace and beyond. It was almost funny really- that those five simple words, "I will physically fight you" instantly told you who was on the other end of the scolding and why. To be fair, everyone knew that the fatherly side would never, under any circumstances brawl with any member of their tight knit family. He was Patton, and Patton was Morality. The "threat" didn't mean what the words implied. No, there would be no actual fighting involved, but it was still a warning. If anything it was more about the implications within the stern reprimand. It roughly translated into, "behave yourself or I'm laying down the law" in his signature dad tone that left no room for debate. However, the stern parental voice wasn't foreign on Virgil's ears. He'd heard it countless times for putting himself down and aside from being mildly annoyed by the scolding, it never seemed to be enough to stop him. The purple clad side always saw the 'look' before the warning. Morality's face would go immediately stern...no matter what expression he held beforehand and the famous five would be said. (I.W.F.F.Y) " I will physically fight you!" It almost made it that much more amusing to the boy. The dedication to Virgil's honor was flattering, but pointless. Of course Virgil hadn't paid any mind, having the full aesthetic of a 'rebellious and wayward teenager, who made it his utmost mission to do the exact opposite of what their parents said' (Logan's words). He'd just roll his eye's or scoff out a grumbled, "whatever" most days.

That's how this whole thing started. It was a typical Saturday afternoon. The mindspace was basked in a soft yellow glow of the evening sun..compliments of Roman and his need for extra flare when it came to anything scenic. Cookie dough could be smelt rising in the oven- chocolate chip if the rich sweet smell settling over the commons was anything to go by. Thomas had taken the weekend to himself as a sort of treat for all the work he had been doing over the past few weeks. Him and Joan had planned to go see a movie as well as meet up with a few other friends, which meant the sides could kick back and relax for the night. The downtime was nice. No deadlines to meet, no schedule to make, just pure uninterrupted relaxation, and they were taking full advantage. Each side had their preferred activity. Roman, the ever adventurous, was off in the imagination, rescuing damsels in distress, fighting Dragon Witches, being generally heroic so to speak (Romans precise words. If you asked Virgil he'd tell you Prince was probably helping to lift a hot air balloon with all the wind he stored in his head ). Regardless, Creativity loved his personal playground. Loving the freedom the realm granted him, freedom that was endless. The imaginative world was made for him, made by him. It would bend to his every will if he so wished, anything was possible. He felt most relaxed and in tune with his natural creativity while galavanting through the endless forests chasing adventure, so chances of seeing him within the next few hours were slim. Grand adventures took time, but when he would return he'd no doubt have a blooming aura of bravado as he'd excitedly tell stories of his wild adventures that the warped time in the imagination would allow.