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Lance’s thumb had gravitated towards his mouth and Keith wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to do about it. He knew that the other man was a little, and he knew that Lance only sucked at his thumb when he slipped off into little-space, but that was just about the only information that he possessed on the subject.
Lance had never, ever slipped around him before, not until now. Really, it only made sense. After all, Shiro was his caregiver, not Keith.
But Shiro wasn’t here right now. He’d been missing-in-action (and presumed dead by the rest of the team) for weeks now. Sure, he’d be back soon, and Keith knew it, but for now, Lance was little and without a soul to care for him. That was the kind of thing that just shattered Keith’s heart into a thousand miserable pieces.
Sure, he didn’t exactly get along with Lance (He couldn’t help but find him a little irritating, to tell the truth), but it was hard to look in those sad eyes, and not feel an ounce of sympathy for the little boy. Keith wasn’t heartless.
Putting on the best and most earnest smile he could possibly muster, Keith reached out for the boy’s hand. “Look, I know I’m not Shiro, and I know I could never pretend to be, but I’m all you’ve got now. Take me or leave me.”
Lance, without ever removing his thumb from his mouth, offered a nod of understanding and accepted Keith’s hand with his free one. Sure, Keith wasn’t Shiro, but he’d do for now. He’d do just fine.

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Hunk liked to think of himself as a respectful and polite sort of person. For the most part, he’d be correct in that thought. His parents raised him to have gentlemanly manners, and he adhered to that teaching. Still, everyone had their moments, and Hunk wasn’t excluded from that equation. Not at all.
In his heart, he knew that he shouldn’t have ventured into Keith’s bedroom without permission, but at the same time, he knew that he wouldn’t be hurting anything. Keith was away on a mission, and would be none the wiser if Hunk stepped in for only a moment in order to retrieve a borrowed book that Keith had yet to return.
At least, he’d initially expected to be in the room for only a few seconds. In reality, it was quite the opposite. When he stepped inside to find an open box of toys and other baby-ish items (A few pacifiers, a bottle, and an overly fluffy blanket) he found himself a bit more side-tracked than he’d initially expected of himself. Sure, he knew it was rather rude to go poking through someone else’s stuff, but he was just a tad too curious to just let it be.
None of this stuff seemed to suit Keith’s usual personality, and that only made the find all the more peculiar. This was most certainly something that he’d have to ask Keith about upon his return. This just wasn’t the type of thing that could be swept beneath the rug and ignored. Not by a long-shot.

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Shiro hadn’t expected to find anything out of the ordinary when he’d gone down to Keith’s room to collect him for dinner. He didn’t have a reason to. Keith was never really the type to do anything notably abnormal or obscure, at least, not to Shiro’s immediate knowledge.
So, it certainly came as a surprise when he entered the room to find his little brother fast asleep on what appeared to be a child’s playmat with a pacifier in his mouth, and a surplus of toys scattered alongside his sleeping form.
Now, Shiro had never been the type to judge or berate others over their interests or behaviors, regardless of how peculiar he personally found them, so he simply allowed Keith to rest without making a fuss. However, he was the sort of person to care for others without a second thought, no matter what.
He gently scooped Keith up off the floor, and tucked him into bed. He even took the time to clean up each and every one of the toys, and roll the mat beneath the bed, before ultimately giving Keith a quick peck on the forehead, and leaving him to sleep peacefully. Perhaps Keith could come to talk with him about all of this once he woke up.
Oh, Shiro had his suspicions, of course, but he’d like to hear an explanation directly from Keith before he jumped to any conclusions. So, he’d wait. He’d wait patiently.

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“So,” Keith takes a seat on the bed, alongside Shiro. “What is it?”
When Shiro only looks at him with a raised eyebrow, Keith crosses his arms over his chest with an annoyed huff, and nervously begins to kick at the carpet. He hated these sorts of confrontations. They were never anything but awkward and unnecessary. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something private. So, what is it? It’s obviously something important if the way you’re acting is any indication.”
Shiro lets out a sigh as he rests his back against the wall, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“Look,” Keith begins, pushing himself up off the bed. “If this is about me ranking second-in-command to you, or whatever, then I really don’t want to hear it. Nothing is gonna happen to you. We don’t need to talk about this again. Okay?”
“Keith.” Shiro’s voice is quiet, notably softer than anything Keith has ever heard from him in the past. “It’s not about that. Not at all, I promise you, honey.”
“Then what is it?”
Shiro sucks in a deep breath of air, pursing his lips as he exhales. “Have you ever heard of age regression, by any chance?”
Keith freezes, mouth rounding out in a silent “Oh”.
So, this is what Shiro wanted to see him about? Alright, Keith could live with that. It didn’t exactly sound like too bad of a conversation topic, if he were honest. If anything, he welcomed it with open arms. Age regression was something that Keith had been meaning to try for some time now, he just wasn’t sure how to go about asking for the supplies or care that he’d need while in little-space.
So, he found himself nodding affirmatively, a slight smile already beginning to crack across his lips.
“Well,” Shiro sits up the tiniest bit straighter, turning his head to gaze hopefully over at Keith. “I was wondering if it was something you’d be interested in trying. You just seem so stressed all the time, honey. I just don’t like seeing my little brother so distraught.”
“I’ll try it,” Keith replies, almost a little too quickly.
Shiro just pats him on the back and offers a knowing smile. Keith truthfully couldn’t ask for a better older brother.

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“Do you need any help with that, little buddy?”
Lance quirked a brow at Hunk’s words, fumbling with the loaf of bread he held in his hands. Why would he ever need help with something as simple as preparing a sandwich, and since when did Hunk refer to him as “little buddy”?
In all the time he’d known him, Lance had only heard Hunk call one person by that nickname, and that was Keith. Even then, that was a nickname reserved only for when Keith regressed into little-space. It made no sense for Hunk to use that nickname for Lance, unless- Oh.
Hunk must’ve overheard him asking Keith a few questions about age regression and other things of that sort, and took it upon himself to ease Lance into little-space.
That was okay with Lance. That was okay by all means. In fact, it was more than just okay, it was appreciated.

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“We need to talk.”
Lance’s words send a shiver down Hunk’s spine, and he immediately stills, nearly dropping the cardboard box of his belongings (Which is full to the brim and rather heavy, mind you) he’s holding onto his foot.
“Talk? Talk about what?” His words come out a good deal more choked than he would have liked, and he’s forced to clear his throat in an attempt to cover it up. It fails, and he knows it.
Lance can’t help but frown. “Nothing serious, I promise. It’s just a question, that’s all.”
Hunk still isn’t entirely soothed by this promise, but he proceeds to place the box on the floor and give Lance his undivided attention regardless.
Oddly enough, Lance’s face goes a bit red, and he begins shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Have you ever heard of age regression by any chance? Just wondering, y’know?”
Hunk can’t help but smile as he nods. It’s not hard at all to tell exactly where this conversation is headed.
His assumption only grows more evident when Lance sighs in relief, body going a bit lax. Still, the poor guy can’t seem to help but stammer as he speaks. “I -uh- I’m glad you know what I’m talking about. It makes it easier to tell you that I’m -um- That I sometimes-”
“That you’re a regressor?” Hunk finishes for him, his smile growing just the tiniest bit bigger when Lance nods in return.
“Mhm. Thought you should know since you’re moving in and all. Besides, as my fiance, I think you’ve more than got a right to know.”
Hunk giggles at Lance’s cherry-red face as he tugs him into a tight hug. “God, you’re so cute. I love you.”
“Love you too.”

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“Alright,” Hunk places Keith’s diaper bag down on the bed, along with several unopened shopping bags. “I thought you might like a few new things in your little-space arsenal. You can consider this my second treat to you for this weekend.”
Keith grins and accepts the shopping bags from Hunk’s hands. Each one is filled to the brim with toys, clothes, and supplies (A few pacifiers and a new bottle).
“Well,” Hunk clasps his hands together and looks hopefully down at Keith. “What do you think, little buddy? Is this good enough for your little-space weekend?”
Keith nods, pulling Hunk into a bone-crushing hug. “It’s perfect! Thank you, Hunk, it really does mean a whole lot, I swear.”
Hunk can’t help but smile as he wraps his arms around Keith’s waist and rocks him back and forth. Keith just hums contentedly and nuzzles the tiniest bit closer, his eyes slipping shut.
“How about I get you into a bath to help you unwind a bit? Maybe it’ll ease you into little-space?” Hunk asks, smoothing Keith’s hair as he speaks.
“Please? It sounds really nice,” Keith pulls back from the hug and extends his arms skyward. “Carry me?”
Hunk obliges. “Of course, buddy.”

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“Why don’t you help me with the eggs, little buddy? I need three of them for my pancake batter. You can count to three for me, can’t you?”
Keith nodded, accepting the carton of eggs from Hunk’s outstretched hands. Of course he could count to three! He was a big boy, and big boys could count with ease.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four-
Oops. Keith supposed he may have gotten just a little carried away with adding in the eggs, but it was alright. Hunk would just fix it later. Well, hopefully.
“Done!” The little boy chirped. “What now?”
“Why don’t you go whisk the gravy?” Hunk suggests. It would be rather difficult to mess up on the ingredients when they’d already been added. It should be a far more smooth process, right?
Wrong. Keith whisked haphazardly, sending splatters of gravy flying onto the counters and surrounding walls, but onto his own clothes and hair as well.
“Finished!” He’d said once he had whisked the gravy to his utmost satisfaction, or really, when there was simply no more gravy left to whisk.
This time, instead of supplying Keith with another task, Hunk gives the boy a well-deserved clean-up, wiping gravy specks off his face and arms with a napkin.
“Why don’t you go see if Allura needs any help on the bridge?” He offers once the little boy is finally clean.
Keith pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t wanna help ‘llura. I wanna help you.”
Hunk chuckles. “Trust me, buddy, I think you’ve helped plenty.”

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Shiro didn’t like sleeping alone, as there was nothing that had his mind running more rampant than the silence and pitch-black darkness of the night. Waking up alone was just as awful, especially after being plagued with a vast array of vivid, gruesome nightmares; retellings of his past experiences.
Waking up alone, scared, and little, however, absolutely took the cake for being the worst of the worst. There was nothing quite like the disorienting feeling of terror and fuzziness that came along with an experience of that sort.
Try as he might to simply roll over and soothe himself back to sleep, nothing came of his attempts. He only managed to lie there sucking his knuckles as he trembled in sheer terror. He needed Hunk. Hunk would keep him safe.
Pillow hugged firmly to his chest, Shiro toddled over to the door, and out into the hallway. It was dark there, dark enough to have the little boy sobbing in terror by the time he’d made it to his caregiver’s bedroom door.
The second that Hunk answered to his desperate knocking, Shiro threw himself into the man’s arms.
“What’s the matter, little buddy? Did you have another bad dream?” Hunk asks, petting gently as Shiro’s hair, which is notably messy with sweat.
Shiro nodded erratically, clutching at the fabric of Hunk’s shirt with all of his might, almost as if he fears being snatched away from him.
“Would you feel safer if you stayed with me tonight? I wouldn’t mind it, honest.”
Though Shiro’s nod is wordless, it’s more than enough for Hunk.

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“C’mon, Buttercup, you need your rest.”
Keith huffs indignantly at Lance’s words, stamping his foot on the floor. He’s dead-set on not budging so much as an inch, no matter how much Lance pleads with him. He’s a big boy, and big boys don’t need to have a midday nap.
Still, despite his blatant refusal, he can’t help but yawn and rub at his drooping eyelids.
Lance takes note of this. “See? You’re clearly exhausted, buddy. Why don’t you put your blocks away, and let me tuck you in? I promise they’ll still be there for you to play with once you wake up.”
Keith lets out a frustrated shriek, throwing a handful of lettered blocks at the man’s feet.
As could be expected, Lance doesn’t exactly take too kindly to that little stunt. “Hey, we don’t throw things, understand?”
Keith considers fighting back. Really, he does. He just doesn’t have that sort of strength left in him any longer. After all, even big boys get sleepy sometimes.
With a sluggish nod of understanding, he feebly reaches up to Lance, who then lifts him from the floor and places him down onto the bed.
“See, I told you you’re sleepy! You can’t even hold your head up,” Lance pulls the quilt up over Keith’s body and switches off the bedside light. “Goodnight.”
“Night-night, Lancey!”

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Keith let out a whimper of pain, hiding his face in his stuffie’s soft fur. It was comforting, but it did little to soothe the wave of cramps that rolled through him, or the unrelenting dysphoria that plagued him as a direct result. Neither his stuffies or little-space could truly offer him an escape from those sort of things. Being so small made it the tiniest bit easier to bear, though, and he was thankful for that. Of course, he also found that he was thankful for Hunk, his caregiver. The additional help was certainly appreciated in such a trying time.
“Would my handsome little boy like for me to warm up his heating pad?” Hunk asks, good-naturedly ruffling the little boy's hair.
Keith nods wordlessly, sucking rhythmically at his pacifier as he watched Hunk collect the little rice bag off the table (Keith hadn’t been able to get a real heating pad out here in space, so Hunk had graciously fashioned an old plushie into a rice bag heating pad, purely to help Keith cope with his periods. All Keith -or in this case, Hunk- had to do was place the plushie into the microwave for a few moments, and then it would be delightfully warm and soothing).
“Don’t run off anywhere, okay? I’ll be back in just a second, little buddy.” Hunk promises as he exits into the hallway. Keith just hoped that the promise was true. He didn’t like being alone on days like this.

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“Here,” Keith hands Hunk yet another pillow, and points towards the (incomplete) eastern wall of their fort. “How about you go put this one over there? It’ll help keep the wall sturdy so the whole fort doesn’t cave in on top of us.”
Hunk readily obliges to this request, gleefully crawling over to the wall of pillows, and carefully adding in the one in his hands. Now, he’s a fan of constructing pillow forts just about any day, but little-space just made it all the more fun.
“There,” He scoots back a bit, and crosses his arms over his chest as he admires his hard work. “Ready for ‘nother, Keith!”
Keith smiles as he reaches to grab another pillow, and places it in Hunk’s outstretched hands. “I think you can start using that one to build the roof. The fort should be sturdy enough now.”
Hunk heeds Keith’s advice, and reaches up to balance the pillow atop the other walls. Unfortunately, Keith wasn’t quite right about the fort being sturdy enough. All the walls dangerously sway back and forth, before ultimately collapsing inward, atop both Keith and Hunk.
It doesn’t seem to faze either one of them, not in the slightest fraction of a bit. In fact, the pair quickly dissolve into a fit of laughter, despite being encased in a feathery prison.
It’s not exactly what they’d hoped for, but it wasn’t like either of them could bring themselves to care. After all, they had plenty of time to construct another, stronger fort before the end of the day.

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Lance wriggled his hips against the heel of his palm as he took another sip of juice from his bottle, ignoring the way his bladder pulsed in protest. Deep down, he knew that he should’ve gone to the bathroom before getting comfy on the sofa, and yet, he hadn’t.
Still, it wasn’t like he was willing to get up now. Allura had dug up a few DVDs of Altean children’s cartoons in order to keep Lance occupied when the rest of the team had to go off on diplomatic missions, and he had to stay behind with Coran due to being too little to accompany them (something that happened more frequently than one would believe), and Lance didn’t want to miss a second of it. Sure, the show’s narration was in a language which he had little to no understanding of, and the disk skipped frequently, but it was still entertaining all the same. He’d just patiently hold it until this particular episode had ended, then immediately head to the bathroom. He could handle it. He is a big boy, after all.
Except, sometimes, even big boys overestimate themselves. He clearly couldn’t wait as long as he initially believed he could, as less than five minutes later, the poor thing was soaking not only his clothes, but the sofa beneath him.
He sobbed loudly, loud enough for Coran to hear him from the kitchen, and come running to the little boy’s aid.
“What seems to be the matter, my boy?” The Altean asks from the common room doorway.
Lance squirmed uncomfortably in his wet clothes, whimpering, “Icky.”
“Oh. I see,” Coran paces over to where the little boy sat, and scoops him up into his arms without a second thought. “I suppose you’d like to be changed then, yes?”
Lance nods tearfully against the man’s shoulder. New clothes sounded heavenly.

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“Like it?” Keith asks, holding his drawing up for Hunk to see. Well, it wasn’t so much of a drawing as it was randomly placed splotches of finger-paints and shimmery glitter. Hunk thinks it’s meant to be a beach-side sunset, but he’s not entirely sure. It’s just guesswork, really.
He supposes that the only way to know for sure is to ask, but he doesn’t bother trying with it. Besides, his little boy’s painting is nothing less than a work of art, no matter what it was, or what it was meant to be.
He beams approvingly as he removes it from Keith’s loose grasp, holding the sheet of paper up into the lamplight for a better view. “It’s beautiful, little buddy!”
Keith leaps up and out of his seat within an instant, beaming with undeniable glee as he wraps his arms around tight around Hunk’s waist. Bone-crushingly tight. “Thank you, Hunk! Can I hang it up on the fridge? With the red magnets? Pretty, pretty please with whip cream and a cherry on top?”
“Of course you can! Here,” Hunk hands the little boy his artwork back, taking special, special care to refrain from smudging the still tacky and drying paint.
Keith excitedly tears the paper from Hunk’s hands, and bounds off towards the kitchen at a break-neck speed. Hunk can’t help but grin at the display. After all, whenever Keith is happy, Hunk is happy. There’s nothing else to it. Nothing at all.

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Lance giggled, idly splashing at the foamy bubbles that formed a thick sheet over the bath-water whilst Hunk, who knelt over the side of the bathtub, conducted a thorough shampooing of the little’s hair.
“I still don’t understand how you managed to get globs of paint all matted into your hair,” Hunk huffed, scrubbing a little harder at a patch of vibrant green. “I thought Keith was supposed to be keeping an eye on you. You guys were just doing crafts, right? I didn’t realize that crafts were so messy.”
“Paint fight!” Lance cheered excitedly, throwing his hands up into the air. Water splashed everywhere as a result, including the ceilings (which were rather high, mind you).
“You had a paint fight with Keith?” Hunk asked, shaking his head. He really shouldn’t have expected anything less when it came to those two.
“Mhm! I won!”
“You won the paint fight? How do you figure that one, little buddy? You’re covered in loads more paint than Keith was.”
Lance’s smile widened. “‘Cause he said I did! Keith said I kicked his butt!”
Hunk shook his head with a chuckle. Sure, his little boy had been reduced to a multicolored mess, but at least he and Keith had been getting along. Hearing about the two laughing and playing would always be better than hearing them scream and fight like animals. Always.

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“Would you like a stick of cotton candy, sweetheart?” Allura asks as she adjusts the wide brim of her floppy sun-hat.
Lance (albeit briefly and with significant reluctance) tears his gaze away from the nearby elephant enclosure just long enough to provide his caregiver with a nod of confirmation. It isn’t exactly much of a response, but Allura has cared for him long enough to know that Lance isn’t exactly the most attentive person when regressed (or in general, to be absolutely honest), so she happily accepted the response and ran with it. Really, she was lucky to get even that much out of him.
As Allura forked over a few dollars to the vendor operator, Lance continued to stare at the elephants with an undeniable fascination, his eyes glazed over and blown about as wide as they could be. After all, up until now, he’d never laid eyes on the magnificent creatures outside of photos and videos and other things of that sort. He truthfully hadn’t anticipated for them to big so big, looming over him, though not threateningly. Not in the slightest. They were a gentle presence.
In fact, he was so caught up in them that he almost hadn’t noticed Allura handing him his cotton candy stick.
He snatches it from her grasp with a gleeful squeal, taking a large bite of the sugary cloud. “Thanks, ‘llura!”
Allura just smiles and takes the little boy’s hand, guiding him over to the elephant enclosure that he’d been eyeing for so long now, finally giving him a chance to see the animals up close and personal. Truthfully, the exhibit excites her just about as much as it excites Lance, seeing as she’d never seen a creature like that in all her life, in person or otherwise. So, she pulls out her camera and takes a quick snapshot of the sight, purely to preserve the moment.

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“Well, do you see anything you like?” Lance asks, gesturing towards the vast array of toys and stuffies that line the store’s shelves.
Keith shrugs, the rhythm in which he sucks at his pacifier growing faster as he becomes more and more absorbed in his own thoughts. He wants his first little stuffie to be special; near and dear to his heart. It has to be perfect. Anything less is unacceptable.
“How about this one?” Lance tries, holding up some sort of obscure alien teddy bear. It’s pale pink with snail-esque eye-stalks sprouting up from the center of its head.
Keith hasn’t seen a creature like that in all his time up in space (and trust him, he has spent more than enough time up here to know whether or not something like that exists), and he desperately hopes he never has to. Quite frankly, the abomination terrifies him to his core. He swats it away, offering a mewl of fright.
Lance responds by haphazardly chucking the creature out of sight, before reaching up to pluck another stuffie from the bottommost shelf. It’s a cat- or at least something that resembles a cat- with a smooth maroon coat. “What about this one?”
Keith studies it momentarily, intently scanning up and down every last inch of the toy’s form. He ultimately shakes his head in refusal. Lance really is awful with suggestions, and that gives Keith no choice but to take matters into his own hands.
He stretches up onto his tippy-toes, and retrieves a toy from the highest shelf, holding it out for Lance to see. It’s a rose-colored rabbit, complete with fine whiskers and a bell adorned collar snugly around its neck.
“Is this the one you want, buttercup?” Lance asks, scanning over the bunny. It was certainly cute, though not exactly something he’d ever pictured Keith owning.
Still, Keith nods and indignantly shoves the stuffie into Lance’s hands before (clumsily) marching off to the register. It seems the little boy’s mind is made.

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The lights of the mall were bright. Too bright. It didn't mix with the music blasting overhead or the sheer amount of people bustling back and forth from store to store. Everyone seemed so focused and determined, as if fixated purely on the task at hand and nothing else. Lance knew that he should be falling into place right alongside them, just as Allura had, but it all seemed too difficult.
Lance felt oddly fuzzy. Fuzzy and small. There was no time for him to stop and collect himself, but this wasn't the place to regress either. He and Allura were here for something crucial and needed to be as quick as possible, but it was growing nearly impossible to fight the headspace any longer. His surroundings captivated him; distracted him. It was only made worse when they passed by the child-care store. Lance truly couldn't help himself any longer, he had to step inside.
It was a wonderland in there. Toys lined every last inch of the shelves, the left-hand wall was entirely covered by an arrangement of pacifiers and-
Lance couldn't hold back his gasp of sheer excitement as he scurried towards the back of the store and snatched a plush shark off the uppermost shelf. With a quiet coo, he buried his face into its soft fur and breathed in. It smelled strongly of blueberries; Lance loved blueberries.
Shark held firmly to his chest, he turned to show off his find to Allura, only to realize that she wasn't by his side any longer. She'd left him; abandoned him.
"'llura?" He whimpered, lower lip already beginning to tremble pitifully. Not only had he fully slipped, but he'd also managed to get himself lost in a maze of people. It didn't get worse than that.
With the shark still clutched in an impressive death-grip, he bravely ventured out into the center of the mall. He had to find his caregiver before somebody found him first. The only problem was: the crowd was far more dense than he'd remembered it to be; more scary. So much so that he couldn't keep himself from burying his face in the plushie's fur and weeping miserably. He felt as if he were progressively slipping deeper by the second, and he hadn't the slightest idea what to do, or how to cope.
He cowered when a hand landed on his shoulder, and almost swatted it away when its owner began to speak to him.
"Oh Lance," They'd began, beginning to massage his arm, "It's quite alright, I assure you."
He recognized that voice anywhere. "'Allura!" He sobbed, throwing himself into her arms with enough force to knock her off balance. Allura didn't seem to mind this, and merely held the frightened boy close to her chest.
He was safe now.

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“Just keep your eyes closed, buddy.” Shiro orders as he continues to lead Keith down the long stretch of the castle hallways. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
Keith isn’t sure he believes that promise, but holds his tongue for the sake of making his older brother happy. After all, it’s rare that Shiro ever gets this excited over anything. If Keith’s compliance is enough to keep the man content, then he’ll keep it up; he’ll keep it up for as long as Shiro needs. He doesn’t want to spoil his brother’s fun.
The pair comes to a halt not a moment later, and Keith can note the familiar whoosh of a door rushing open.
“Go on and take a look, buddy.” Shiro urges as he nudges Keith forward. Excitement drips from each and every word he speaks.
Keith can’t contain his smile. No matter what the surprise was, he was more than overjoyed with the glee that it brought to Shiro. While he can’t see the man’s expression, the tone of his voice is enough for Keith to know that Shiro is giving one of those “cheeks-reddened-and-teeth-showing” smiles. The contagious sort of smile. Shiro hasn’t smiled like that in such a long time.
Keith’s own smile grows when he opens his eyes. He hadn’t expected anything like this, not in a thousand years. The room in front of him had been transformed from a messy, unused storage room to a fully-decorated playroom, complete with a few new toys. It’s a little-space Heaven, so much so that Keith can already feel himself beginning to slip at the mere sight of it all.
“Well.” Shiro sounds a bit nervous as he speaks, “Do you like it?”
Keith giggles, turning to face his brother with an utterly radiant smile. “Of course I like it! It’s absolutely perfect, ‘Kashi! I love it, and I love you.”
Shiro tousles Keith’s hair, messing it further than it already was. “I love you too.”

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Keith knew he wasn’t supposed to bother Pidge while she worked. After all, her job was of the utmost importance, and she couldn’t afford to be pestered at a time like this. Besides, little boys like Keith would only find her various projects to be a bore. Not only would sneaking in to see her get him in a mountainous heap of trouble, but it wouldn’t even be worth the punishment.
Still, he couldn’t find it within himself to care about things of that sort. He wanted to play with Pidge, and that was far more important than any project or punishment that existed, or ever will exist.
So, the second he had been left unattended by his caregivers, he snatched up two of his most prized plushies, and made a beeline for the castle lab. Thankfully for him, it wasn’t exactly far from his personal playroom.
“Sissy!” He cheered as he tottered through the doors, waving both of his plushies wildly in the air.
Pidge was a little taken back, to say the least. Keith wasn’t even supposed to be in her work-space, and she had almost reminded him of that rule. Nearly. Before she could even open her mouth, her (critically overworked) brain reminded her of one crucial thing. Keith only called her “Sissy” when he needed something. There had to be something wrong.
“What’s the matter, squirt?” She asked, ruffling his hair as he plopped himself down in front of her.
“Play?” He nudges a plushie towards her with a hopeful smile.
Busy or not, Pidge just can’t say no to a face like that.

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Perhaps movie night hadn’t been such a wonderful idea after all. Well, at least not in Hunk’s opinion. He had never really been a fan of horror flicks to begin with, but this was next level.
He supposed that he should just be grateful that Lance had managed to dig up a film with English subtitles out of the mess of Coran’s vast movie arsenal, but it’s hard to be grateful for anything when the only thing he can manage to do is cling onto Lance with every last ounce of strength that remains within his trembling mess of a body.
Lance doesn’t seem to mind the clinginess in the slightest. In fact, he uses it as an opportunity to hold Keith close and pet his hair. Hunk appreciates this security more than anything else in the entirety of the world. In fact, it has him feeling safe enough to slip right onto the very, very edge of little-space.
Needless to say, drifting off between headspaces has him feeling more scared than he’d been previously, if that was even a possibility in the first place.
At the next big (well, it was big to him, but didn’t seem to affect Lance in the slightest fraction of a bit) scare, Hunk found himself tumbling head-first into little-space in a mess of tears.
Lance was on the situation in a mere instant, shutting off the television and wrapping the little boy in a tightly-bound hug. After a moment of coddling, Hunk’s body goes entirely lax in his hold. After all, with Lance holding him close, he had nothing to fear.

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Lance wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to get himself roped into this little game, but it wasn’t like he could complain. Keith’s “tea party” (In actuality, it wasn’t much of a party, seeing as the only guests present were Lance and a few of Keith’s plushies, and the tea was just a cup filled with water poured straight from the tap) reminded him of the similar games of make-believe that he’d been sucked into playing with the smaller members of his family. Those memories were rather precious to him, and any way he could relive them was something to be appreciated.
Keith appeared to be enjoying himself as well, if the beaming smile on his face was any indication.
“Here you go, Lancey!” The little boy chirped as he slid a chocolate chip cookie (which had been supplied by Hunk, of course, as he was always happy to cater to Keith’s wants and needs. The poor guy just couldn’t say no to anything the kid asked of him).
Lance offered a smile of gratitude as he took the cookie from Keith’s hand, and took a bite. God, it was delicious. He’d have to ask Keith for the leftovers from the batch once the party was over.
Keith proceeded to press a cookie to the mouths of each plushie that he had stationed around the table, before pouring the guests a cup of “tea”.
Lance bidded the little boy his thanks as he lifted the plastic teacup up to his lips, and took a long sip (He made absolutely sure to stick his pinky finger high up as he sipped, seeing as Keith had scolded him for not doing so only moments before). If he tried hard enough, he could almost pretend it was real tea; his mamá’s home-brewed tea. Almost.

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Keith can’t shake the feeling of fuzziness that encompasses him, drowning out his worries and leaving him comfortably content. Content, and little; almost too little to truly function. He’d been teetering on that fine line between headspaces nearly all day, and now that he’d finally crashed, the slip had hit him with force, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself.
He wanted desperately to slip his thumb into his mouth, as his lips felt cold and empty without it, yet he couldn’t. He was the leader now, and this was a coalition meeting. What would the ruler of this system think if she saw the head of Voltron with his thumb planted firmly in his mouth? He had to stay big, no matter what.
However, that was far easier said than done. Hiding a regression was no easy task, especially when he was so little. He’d caught himself nearly giving into the overwhelming urge to pop his thumb into his mouth on numerous occasions, and yet he still managed to deny himself of that comfort.
Well, he denied himself for as long as he could, at least. After all, he was just a little boy. He couldn’t help it.
Lance noticed this. He noticed, and then he acted, quickly calling for a recess as he pushed himself up from the table, and began to lead Keith off under the guise that they were going to “Explore the beautiful palace grounds, your majesty.”
Keith, of course, followed, feeling nothing but gratitude. Lance really was more of a sweet-hearted angel than Keith had ever given him credit for.

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“Comfy, buttercup?”
Allura nodded wordlessly, her heavy lids drooping significantly as she nuzzled against Lance’s chest. The thick fabric of his knitted sweater was soft and cushiony beneath her head, providing her with a nice pillow.
Lance couldn’t say that he minded the snuggles, even if the added body-heat did leave him feeling rather uncomfortably warm. If this is what it took to soothe the little princess enough for her mid-day nap, then so be it. Besides, she was so lively and energetic in little-space that quiet, cuddly moments such as this one were a rarity. He gladly soaked up each and every last bit of affection he could get, knowing she’d be rambunctious and ready to play once more after her nap (Assuming that she would still be little when she woke up, that is).
“Sleepy.” She whined, pawing weakly at her eyelids with the back of her hand. The ever-present smile on her face has morphed into that of a frustrated frown. The poor thing was unbelievably exhausted.
“Then sleep, buttercup.” Lance urged, combing his fingers through her fluffy cloud of hair, finding some enjoyment and amusement in the way it seemed to bounce with each and every stroke.
“More hugs.” She pouted, beginning to cling onto Lance’s sweater with a death-grip, as if she feared being pulled away from his comforting hold.
“You don’t want to sleep because you want more cuddles?” Lance asked, a small smile spreading across his lips.
Allura just nodded in affirmation, burying her face against Lance’s chest.
“That’s alright, buttercup, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. We can nap right here, if that’s what you’d like.”
That little promise was all it took for the little girl to nestle closer to Lance, and drift off to sleep. Truth be told, he wasn’t far behind her.

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“Warm?” Lance asks as he pulls the quilt up to Keith’s chin. “I can add another blanket if you need it. You know as well as I do that it gets freezing cold at night.”
Keith just shakes his head, too tired (and -arguably- too little) to provide a genuine answer.
“Alright, buttercup, do you want Mr. Hippo to sleep with, or do you think you’ll be okay without him tonight?”
“Hippo,” Keith answers firmly, making feeble grabby-hands at the aforementioned plushie.
Lance hands it down to the little boy without making much of a fuss, who, in turn, hugs it close to his chest with a sleepy smile.
“How about your night-light? Do you wanna try to be a big boy, and sleep without it?”
Keith shakes his head at a break-neck speed, fearfully clutching at Mr. Hippo’s soft fur like a life-line.
“Okay, okay, I won’t touch your light, I promise,” Lance takes a moment to defensively hold his hands up, proving to the little boy that they wouldn’t be going anywhere near his light. “How about goodnight kisses? Do you want those?”
Keith nods and raises up onto his elbows in order to give Lance a little peck on the cheek. “Night night, Lancey!”
“Goodnight, buttercup. Sweet dreams, sleep well.”
With that, Lance clicks off the bedside lamp and approaches the door. However, he’s interrupted by Keith tearfully begging him not to go; not to leave him alone. Lance can’t ignore a plea like that. Besides, the extra body-heat would certainly feel good.