Your Twilight agere is so good can I request for the Volturi kings where they massacred there little's vampire clan and that is what permanently regresses them ( I noticed a lot of permanent littles fics lately)
Hehe, don't call out my dream to be forever little, absolutely I can write this! I actually really love this idea. Also, ignore me shipping the three kings in this.
Ours Coven's Better
You've only been a vampire for a few months. You hardly know how to hunt let alone what laws are in place for vampires. There was no way you could have known the very woman who turned you was breaking so many of those sacred rules. It isn't until an army of black cloaked vampires swarmed the home that you even realized something was very wrong.
Carnage was inevitable. You didn't know vampires broke like porcelain. You didn't know they were able to scream in agony even as their heads were torn off and thrown into a fire. The screeches scarred you more than the sights.
Neeya, you're ever so loving maker, pulls you right out of the way of a raging vampire. She moved so quickly the house was a blur. She pulled you to her office. Her red eyes hold love and melancholic understanding as her copper colored hands pet your hair down. She holds you close for only a moment, still smelling like Eucalyptus, before she shoves you under her desk and leaves the room. You hear the office door click with the lock.
It wasn't until you hear her scream in torment that reality truly sets in.
You were already such a soft soul. After you were turned you started to have, what Neeya called, little moments. Times where your mind slipped into a younger age. Neeya's friend, Carlisle, called it age regression. It almost always happened when you got stressed.
It only makes sense your mind starts to revert to somewhere safer. Logical solutions slip away with the sound of her screams. You can't cry, not truly, but a sob still rips through your throat. You grab the pillow off her desk chair and hug it to your chest. The smell of smoke makes you scream more, because that's all you can do. Tears don't come, they never do for a vampire, but the wails are real and primal.
Small. You just feel so small. For the first time ever you can't fight this off, you can't get yourself to focus on the adult thoughts.
The door cracks as someone silently breaks it open. Small bits of wood just drop to the ground. You hiccup and gasp for air you don't need as quiet but heavy footsteps approach. Your face is partially pressed into the pillow as you see dark robes scrape the ground.
Your wide red eyes meet ancient ones. The man has long dark brunette hair and a profound melancholy following him like a shadow. You flinch when he reaches. His large hand cups your face.
"So... young." He says, his voice is deep and surprisingly gentle. "Tell me, child, do you know what has occurred today?"
Your lip wobbles as you shake your head. If your heart could still beat it would be pounding.
Another voice rings from the office doorway. "Bello, what have you found?" This voice is curious, sadistically excited.
"A child." The soft man says, briefly looking away from you. "They are... different."
"Then we should end it." Another more cruel and angry voice says. "Don't be a sentimental old fool."
"Now, now, principe," The other voice starts.
The angry one growls at the endearment.
"Let's see what he has found." He finishes.
Without a moment of warning the quiet one lifts you into his arms. A sound passes your lips in panic, but he bounces you softly, like a father would. He carefully peels the pillow from your arms and sets it aside. He keeps you propped on his hip like a toddler. All his actions seem to do is make you feel even more trapped in that little mindset.
"A newborn?" The angry one, that now you see has blonde hair, asks annoyed.
The excited one, black haired and wearing a smile you can only call predatory, steps closer. His fingers wiggle as if he wants to touch. "Their mind..." He awes. "There's something... different about it."
"I believe the term is... age regression." The one holding you says softly. "They're... fragile."
The blonde one scoffs. "You mean weak."
"Perhaps both..." The other continues his approach, round red eyes solely on you.
You feel yourself struggling not to throw a tantrum with the scary situation.
He takes your hand from the one holding you. You have to stop yourself from squealing and swatting his hands. You don't want another strange man touching you. You want your mama. You want your blankie and paci. You want this scary to go away.
The men start to speak in a language you can't follow. A whine falls from your lips and you writhe in the soft man's arms.
The man hushes you, bouncing you softly once more as if you weighed like a feather. He wraps his cloak around you gently. "We will not harm you." He promises you in a whisper. "You are ours to care for now."
"You've made your decision so easily, Marcus." The blonde says possessive of him.
The man holding you, who now you know is named Marcus, agrees easily. "I have."
"So it is decided. They shall be our... ward." The black haired one smiles more. "As such, the child should know our names."
"That's not needed." Marcus says quickly. "They will refer to us as their fathers." He says soft, quiet, but stern.
"Seems he is adamant, Aro." The blonde emphasizes the excited man's name.
Aro grins. "It would seem so, dear Caius." He emphasizes as well.
Marcus growls at the two as he passes them. He looks down at you. "You are not to refer to us by those names."
You stare up at him.
His tension seems to fade a bit. "Not that you will. You're far too little to think it."
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"They are a royal, they deserve a crown."
You giggle as Cauis places another crown on your head.
"And yet you still argue that you do not claim them." Aro says amused.
Caius scoffs. "I only do what is required of a guardian." He says as he fixes a new crown in your hair.
Marcus watches from his throne. "They've brightened us all." He says quiet and loving.
Aro comes over from the table. "Only more of a reason to be proud of our... little disagreement with their coven."
Your eyes look up from Caius at Aro's words. "Coben?" You babble quietly.
All three kings stiffen, watching you carefully.
"Yes, my child." Marcus says slow and careful. "You are a part of our coven because we are your fathers." He spins the words easily.
"Bapas." You point.
A small smile graces his face. "Yes, pulcina."
"They settle so easily." Aro says, petting you hair.
Caius rolls his eyes. "Of course they did, they were clearly meant to be ours." He holds you just a bit closer.
Currently writing "The Devil. Like From The Bible?" and I must confess I think this will be the longest fic I've written in a little bitty. So, hopefully you all will like it because I'm waaaay too invested in this idea and I'll cry if you all hate it.
Anyways here's a small little snippet of the story, which I don't normally do but I wanted to this time so deal with it(lol).
"Thank you." You whisper again. "Thank you." It's on repeat on your tongue, and you can't bring yourself to stop because this is all you can do to repay this incredible kindness.
"Damn, that kid has some serious damage." Husk murmurs to Angel who nods in agreement.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're safe now. You're family." Charlie says. She pulls back but doesn't let you go. "I believe in you."
Tears fall from your eyes. "How are you so good?" You ask in disbelief.
Before she can answer an energy fills the air. Not like Alastor's static but something more ancient and ethereal. It feels like it's reaching for you, wrapping around your very being like tendrils of power. Your shoulders stiffen and you can't decide whether to step closer to Charlie or away from her.
"Well, well, well, who's this little sinner?" A cheery yet demanding voice questions.
I love all your hannibal content (either NBC or silence of the lambs )
so may you pretty please write something , anything about either fandom
your fics are incredible and a great comfort
Leaned heavy into the comfort cause I was having a sad "boy" night. Also I went with Silence of the Lambs because I miss Papa Hopkins! Is guilt complex something I should warn about? I don't know so... guilt complex warning, I guess.
Guilt
Dr. Lecter's office is a bit cluttered. It always is. Not messy. Just cluttered. It makes you feel even more uneasy. You could tell from the slight tilt of his head that he didn't understand where you're coming from, why you're so upset at yourself.
You did everything you could to ever gain forgiveness for your past wrong doings, you tried for even the small ones. You forgave yourself and acknowledged that some of your past situations weren't your fault. Still... the anxieties continues. Like a knife tapping against your ribs, a drowning feeling in your lungs, a dropping of your heart, and a heat from panic that you can't make go away.
Guilt persists.
You don't know why or how to fix it. You just want it to go away. Objectively, you know you're a good person, but that ringing in the back of your head whispers that guilt on repeat in your quietest moments.
Speaking of quiet, the silence has dragged on for a while. You stare into space while Dr. Lecter watches you almost unblinking.
You take a deep breath and finally find your voice. "I'm not making any sense, am I?"
"You make perfect sense, child. I simply can't comprehend how someone so sweet can see themselves in such a cruel light." He tells you without missing a beat.
"It's not that I don't know that I'm a good person... I know I do good things, but I feel like a- a..."
"It's all a lie you tell yourself to feel better." He answers for you.
Your heart seizes and your eyes grow wet far too quickly making you feel embarrassed.
"I can tell you now it is not a lie. You are in fact a good person."
"But how do you know that?" You ask shakily. "I mean, you're my therapist but I don't tell you everything."
He tilts his head a little, kind of like before, just a small quirk most people miss. "Even if you do not tell me everything I know you quite well. Every time you have ever done something even remotely wrong you express remorse and do your best to remedy what you have done. That is proof enough."
You remain silent, hearing him say it feels nice but you still hold doubt.
His expression becomes stern. "Do not doubt me, dear."
"I'm not trying to." You whisper out.
"Tell me," He leans forward in his seat. "Have you thought more about our conversation from your last session?"
He changes the subject so quickly and easily that you're caught off guard, unable to stay on your previous course of the conversation.
"I have." You murmur.
You remember that conversation clearly. Age regression. A psychological oddity where a person mentally reverts back to a younger state of mind. Something that could be both involuntary and voluntary. Something that could be used as a coping mechanism.
Something that you already do. Something you're still hesitant to tell Dr. Lecter that you already do despite him recommending you try it.
He calls out your name gentle but stern. "Focus on me, not your thoughts."
Your eyes land on him and you can see a small, minute, smile grace his lips.
"Good. Now did you try it?"
Emotions scrape at your chest like a saw. "I'm sorry." You choke out.
He remains silent, waiting for you to elaborate, blue eyes watching you intensely.
"I shoulda told you when you recommended it, but I was too embarrassed, and now I'm even more embarrassed, and I'm so sorry, but I already do regress sometimes by choice sometimes not, and I get really small, and I know it's not something to be embarrassed by but I am, and I just didn't know how to say it, and-" Before you can finish your rushed out, rambled, apology and explanation he interrupts.
His voice is soothing. "It's alright, little one."
Your words die in your throat.
"I recommended it because you already acted as a regressor would. I do appreciate that you've told me the truth. I'm very proud of you."
"How can you be proud! I lied!" You cry out.
Tears start to dribble down your cheeks.
"By omission. Yes, you did. However, you came clean and told me the truth almost immediately, pushing aside your fear in order to do so." He says quiet and almost... fatherly.
You rub at your wet cheeks. "Don't- don't talk like that."
Dr. Lecter stands and kneels in front of you. "Like what, little one? Like I care? Because I certainly do."
"You- you can't just..." Your words trail to nothing. You don't know what to say.
You clench your fists and screw your eyes closed as you feel that unwilling slipping in your mind. Not now, you think, just not now.
"It's okay. You're safe, child. You're doing so well." Dr. Lecter encourages.
Your quiet tears turn into loud sobs. "No! No! 'm not doin good! 'm bad!"
He hardens just a bit and takes your hands. "Do not let your anxieties lie to you. You are a very good child." He pulls you down and into his arms.
He rocks you softly side to side, ignoring how you try to push him away. He hushes you softly and whispers gentle affirmations to you.
"Such a good baby." He coos ever so quiet.
"I'm so proud of you, little one." He murmurs against your hair.
"That's it, let it out." He rubs your back.
"Such a brave little lamb." He holds you closer.
"You're safe here." He reassures.
When you calm down he continues to speak soft but steady. "Can you tell me how little you feel?" He questions.
You stiffen and let out a whine, hiding your face in his chest.
"I see."
Dr. Lecter scoops you up and sits with you in his armchair. He continues his soft rocking motion as he cradles you close. He pulls out a pacifier from somewhere you don't even see. Carefully he offers it to you, ensuring you take to it. Once you do he smiles a bit to himself.
Finally he drapes his suit jacket over you. "Finally right where you belong - in papa's arms"
The vampire lestat is out so I had to request something. Can I request a story on how Lestat permanently regressed his little
Hehehehehehe! I'm super surprised with myself because I'm normally very dialog heavy so the fact that I only put one singular quote in this is odd for me, but I like really, really like this one.
Stay My Baby
Warnings- Loss of Loved Ones, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Severe Trauma, Brief Mind Reading
He didn't intend for it to turn into this. First, he didn't intend to get attached in such a... paternal way Second, he didn't intend for you to escape let alone get so far. And third, he didn't intend for you to witness what he was about to do.
Then again, maybe this is a good punishment so you'll learn to never betray Papa again...
The flesh tore easily under Lestat's strength. The skin tears like paper, the muscle stretches and splits stringy with a few pops, but none of it louder than the cracking of the bone. Well, not everything. Your "father" was screaming in agony. Oh, it was music to Lestat's ears. He threw the severed arm down, savoring in the scent and sound of pain.
Limb after limb he tore the human male to pieces in a mix of rage and satisfaction. Once your "father" was nothing but a bloody torso and head he kneels down to the barely breathing man. His eyes trace the gaping wounds where his legs and arms were supposed to meet his body. He reveled in the sight of the splintered bones that looked like cracked branches on a tree. Reveled in the sight of torn meat like it had been ground up to be feast upon.
He reaches for your "father's" head. He can still hear you and your "mother" sobbing across the room. He glances up, his eyes meeting your horrified ones. In your head Lestat tells you it'll be okay. Then he grins again. In a swift move he pulls and pulls hard. He adores the sound. Your and your "mother's" screams mixing with the sound of gargling up blood and the snapping of a neck. He feels a bit giddy as he pulls apart the muscles, tears open the arteries, severs the esophagus, splinters the bones, and rips apart the windpipe.
He tosses the head towards you in a sadistic punishment. Your sobs make him both want to comfort you and savour your new understanding of his nature.
Lestat takes a step towards you. His eyes narrow at your "mother's" screaming. He doesn't have the patience to take his time with her. So, instead he just pins her to a wall and places a hand on her chest. With a manic smile and a whispered French sentence, that you can't hear over your pleading to him to let her go, he applies pressure.
He can feel the skin give way. Her skin tears easier than your "father's" did. Wiry purple veins blooming and bruising as his hand digs past the muscles. He can feel her ribs. He can feel them bend like plastic under his strength before snapping in odd directions. Finally his hand reaches what he wanted the most. Your "mother's" heart. The organ is as sticky and red as the blood that's been pouring since his hand dug in. It's warm and pulses rapidly with her dying fear. His eyes gleam as he starts to pull back, his hand firmly holding the vital organ. He can feel the heart valves tug, can feel her heart stutter, can feel her body shudder. He rips away violently.
Lestat holds the now still organ in his hand as it grows rapidly colder from the air in the room. He watches as she falls to the ground, nothing but an empty husk after his attack.
His eyes once again move to you. You're silent now, slumped on the floor against the wall, and staring blankly into the corpse. Satisfaction and concern mingles in his chest. He's never seen you so... blank. He shakes off the feeling and takes you home with him where you belong.
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It isn't until the night that Lestat realizes something is different about you. He had planned to reeducate you on the rules. He planned on making sure you know that you ARE his baby and you better get used to it because he's all you have now. He planned it all.
He didn't account for you to wake up with an infantile cry.
He's so used to you fighting him, screaming, yelling, telling him that you aren't his baby, telling him you're a "grown up". Yet, he lifts you from the crib and instead of fighting and pushing you try to cling to him. Despite his confusion he allows it, hesitant in case you're trying to betray him.
He checks inside your mind as you cry into him, as you pull on his shirt like you aren't being held close enough. Lestat almost crumbles as he hears your internal thoughts. Everything in your head is so fractured. Your mind blocking out the horrors and keeping you in a state of mind where the trauma can't reach you.
He cradles you closer than ever before. He murmurs French adoration against your hair. He peppers your temples in kisses, cooing and soothing you for what feels like hours.
Once he's calmed down from his excitement that you're now truly his baby he gets you cleaned up and dressed for breakfast. It makes him happy that you really are his little one. Now he'll get to turn you soon with little repercussion. He smiles a bit as he thinks about how he should have killed your parents sooner. Oh well, they're gone now and he'll never let you go again.
Due to an uptick of people following or interacting with my posts who are into ddlg or things like that...
THIS IS NOT A KINK BLOG!! AGE REGRESSION AND DDLG(AND OTHER ADJACENT KINKS) ARE NOT THE SAME THING! PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR EVEN READ MY BLOG OR POSTS IF YOU'RE READING MY STORIES ON THIS BLOG FOR A KINK!
I say again this is NOT a kink blog! This is a SAFE FOR WORK blog for AGE REGRESSION!
I do not care what your kink is, but please, please, please do not mistake it for a coping mechanism. They are not the same thing, please stop.
You were just an average everyday sinner. Nothing special about you, at least you didn't think there was. You didn't commit some insane or intense sin, you didn't mingle with those in power, you even still had your soul. You were a background character in your own afterlife. No one saw you and no one cared. Honestly, you liked it that way. There was less drama. You were safer.
Keyword "were".
Because Alastor saw you. Right from his balcony at the hotel, he saw you. The Radio Demon himself saw you everyday. He saw you walk the same route to the same rundown job then back to the same dilapidated looking apartment. He saw you avoid other sinners like they're diseased. He saw you smile just a bit at colorful ads for stupid silly things you could never afford. He saw you curl up every night under way too many blankets.
He saw all of you. Of course he did. It was easy when he had so many shadows being his eyes and ears.
Alastor never felt much for anyone. Well, aside from annoyance and a "friendly" feeling he'd describe as tolerance. He never cared for anyone but himself. He never liked anyone but himself. He doesn't care for romance. He doesn't find anything worthy. Yet... He looks at you.
It's not friendship. No, he isn't friendly. It isn't romance. No, that's repulsive, you're just a baby. This is... This is like what he imagined his mother saw him as when he was a young boy. It feels... paternal.
Alastor never saw himself as a father. Never. But you, you were his baby. No, no. Not were, are. You are his baby. And he's tired of letting you act like the grown up you aren't.
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You're on that same dull and gory route to work that you always take. The monotony is rare in Hell, boring, but at least it doesn't include the horrors you see other sinners suffer daily. Still... you felt weighed down.
Your shift is as dull as your walk. This store hardly gets any customers. You're surprised Rita still keeps you on. Still... you're grateful for some stability.
The blandness of your world abruptly ends when you see a shadow watching you on your walk home. Your feet move a bit faster, but the shadow cuts off your path. You thought it would be a demon or sinner, but no. It's just a shadow with a wide smile and what looks like fluffy ears if it wasn't for the lack of solidity.
You stare at it for a moment as it stares back at you. You clear your throat. "Can- can I help you?" You question hesitantly.
The shadow emits a sound you think is supposed to be positive but only makes you more frightful. You swallow thickly.
"Listen... I'm really sorry, but um... I gotta go." You try to step away.
The shadow lets out a growling, static-y noise. You freeze. The shadow circles you and nuzzles your hair. You look around confused. Oddly everyone that had been around is now gone. Your panic grows as the worst scenarios run through your mind.
The sound of static begins to surround you as you panic.
"Oh my! It seems my shadow likes you quite a bit!" A cheery male voice says from behind.
You whip around to see him despite the shadow's hold on you. You feel your panic mounting even more as your eyes land on the Radio Demon of all sinners... Of all overlords. Hell, you have more of a chance surviving Carmilla Carmine than Alastor.
The tall overlord slowly tilts his head, his grin spreading even more and his eyes slightly narrowing. "Lost for words, my dear?" He asks in a dangerous cheer.
You could barely force the polluted air into your lungs. "Ye-y- yeah- uh yes!" You poorly spit the answer out like there's a gun to your head.
His static shifts. "Come with me." He tells you with that same damning tone before turning on his heel and starting to walk.
His shadow nudges you, a bit harder than necessary, to follow its master. You stumble along to catch up and follow. Your eyes are round with fear. You open your mouth to question, but your fear wins out and you close it once again.
Alastor glances at you then stops walking. He faces you properly, using his microphone he tilts your head up. "Such frightful eyes. Not to worry, my dear, I won't harm you." He hums at his own comment. "Unless of course you're a naughty little thing." He says almost like a parent teasing a child.
His attempt at humor doesn't make you feel better, in fact it makes your heart thump a bit faster in fear.
He doesn't seem to like that reaction.
"Now, now, didn't I just tell you that as long as you behave you'll be fine. Lavished even!" He pats your head, it feels mocking. "But I know you're not the kind to fuss, you're far too sweet for that."
You finally find your voice. "You- you know me?"
He laughs, a rich yet threatening sound. "I certainly do!" He leans even more forward. "Did you really think no one noticed you?" He removes his microphone from your chin and cups your cheek with surprising gentleness. "Pauv' ti bébé..."
You sputter. "Wha- what?"
His grin only widens. "Come, it looks like acid rain!" He hooks your arm in his, walking while humming a happy tune.
"Hell has acid rain?" You hesitantly ask.
He seems to adore your confusion. "Such innocence! Tell me, dear, how long have you been in Hell?"
"Um... Seven months?" You say a bit unsure. You've been here for so long and yet barely here long enough to know the rules.
Something in your unsure response breaks his guise of a disturbing gentleman. In mere seconds you're scooped up into his arms. His shadow lets out that static like purr again.
"Let's get you home, little fawn."
You stiffen. "Little... what?"
"Fawn!" He says with his classic cheer. "I called you a fawn." He nuzzles your hair and you feel that panic start to build again. "Doesn't that sound nice? Being Papa's precious little fawn?" When you don't respond his eyes narrow. "Hm, well that's too bad you have no say."
With a snap of his fingers blackness consumes the both of you only for you to open your frightened eyes up to see a lavish bedroom that somehow bleeds into a closed off forest.
Alastor leans his head down a bit to meet your ear, his voice quiet but giddy. "Welcome home, my dear." He nuzzles your hair again. "I'm sure you'll learn to love it very soon."
Ideally these will all come out within the next ten or so days... I make no promises, but these are the ones I'm currently working on.
✅ - means completed
Welcome Home, My Dear- Yandere Caregiver Alastor Request - Alastor finds a sinner and decides that they're his now. ✅
A Turn Of Events- Yandere Caregiver Volturi Kings Request - The Kings meet a girl at Edwards trial and can't help but want her as their baby.
Twisting Halls- Yandere Caregiver Batfam Request - The Batfam's forced little gets lost while trying to escape.
Happy Day- Yandere Caregiver Batfam Request - A birthday with a trapped kiddo.
Our Coven's Better- Yandere Caregiver Volturi Kings Request - Permanently regressing a vampire wasn't in their schedule today, but the kings actually like this prize. ✅
The Devil. Like From The Bible?- Yandere Caregiver Lucifer Request - A soft hearted sinner and a devil longing for a do-over, what could go wrong?
Hide Away- Caregiver Shu Sakamaki Request - Their little gets a little scared and hides from the brothers, but it's okay because even if she's fussy Shu has got her.
Stay My Baby- Caregiver Yandere Lestat Request - This is how Lestat perma regressed his little. ✅
WARNING!! My inbox will be closing at midnight tonight(EST). That means only a few more hours! So, get your questions and requests in because the end is near! I'm very excited for all of the requests I got so far and will be making slow progress on all of them. Thank you all for your requests and lovely words!
Homeboy is both the strict caregiver and the one that cries when you look too cute. Like he's scolding you for stealing another cookie while simultaneously trying not to have a heart attack over how cute your puppy dog eyes are with your crumb covered pout.
Awkward humor and dad jokes are such common place it's insane. If anyone talks to him while he's caregiving he will automatically respond with a dad joke. They're never good and if no one laughs along he'll give an awkward smile and nervous laugh before scooping his little up and bolting dramatically.
Such an anxious caregiver. He's so worried you'll get hurt or someone will hurt you. He's lost so much and with being able to remember his past it only makes that anxiety worse. His BIGGEST fear has become losing you, the only one who makes him feel worth it, his precious little.
If you're a smaller regressor then he'll decorate pacifiers for you. Including clips so that Sussie doesn't rudely steal them from his little. His favorite is a Derpy theme one he decorated for you. That one is the same one you have in the photo he has of you and Derpy napping together that he keeps as his phone's home screen.
Romance
Did someone say dress up?! No? You didn't? Well that's too bad! He is going to dress you up constantly in any and everything he thinks you'll look cute in. A tuxedo, a dress, a onesie, a romper, a tutu, footsie pajamas, anything. AN-Y-THING! This works out really well if you like to play dress up because he would absolutely have a fashion show with you.
Sings really cheesy love songs and lullabies to his little. He also has many playful songs he sings to you. His favorite being every bath time he sings to you Rubber Duckie. His favorite lullaby to sing to you is Half Moon.
If you're the kind of little that loves stickers he's the best caregiver for you. Not only will he give you every single sticker he finds but he also lets you cover him in stickers. And, if you give him one that made you think of him he will dramatically fall to his knees with cuteness overload.
(If you have hair) he will do your hair constantly. Whether it's short or long or even if you shave it he'll assist in that. Given how he is about his own hair one of the many ways he shows love is to take care of yours even if it's just brushing it back or washing it. He loves, loves, loves to make his little feel loved by caring for them in a similar way to how he cares for himself.
Abby
This man has glued a seat to one of his circus dumbbells so that his little can sit and be lifted. Not that your weight does literally anything to make it heavier. You're like a pillow's weight to him. But it's fun and he thinks the little giggles and squeals are cute.
Toss the little? Toss the little. He can, will, and has tossed you up in the air to catch you. He will do it again. Now if that scares you he'll hold you tight and apologize profusely. But, if you enjoy it there will be so many times people catch him just tossing you up and catching you. This also translates in sitting down cause he will bounce you softly in his lap or on his knee.
There is one thing he gives his little the most - food. Comfort food, snacks, meals, dessert, treats. He doesn't care if you just ate, if you ask for food of any kind he's giving it to you. He's oddly really good at cooking, able to whip up Michelin star meals in no time at all. If his little is hungry he is GOING to feed them and it WILL be dang good food!
Cuddle monster. As much as he can't sit still whenever he can he's giving you the softest bear hugs as he hugs you like you're the teddy bear. He's definitely the kind to show affection through touch so random hugs are super common. He also leaves little kisses to your hairline like a proud dad(because he is one!).
Mystery (my not so secret favorite🤫)
The KING of swaddles. Doesn't matter if you're a baby regressor or a toddler or older regressor. He WILL turn you into his little burito. If he deems his little needs to calm down or needs comfort he will just snatch them up and swaddle. He's so good he can create a perfect swaddle in seconds.
Obviously a caregiver of very few words. That being said he will spend hours reading to his little. The second you bring a book or poem over he's taking it smoothly and scooping you up to read it to you. Always, always keeps his voice soothing and quite often even if you weren't sleepy his softness will lull you to sleep. Loves to read the Frog and Toad series to you because he likes how simple and calming it is.
Sometimes he forgets he has to act human so he'll just start licking your cheek to show affection. He thinks your giggles at it are cute and if you get grossed out by it he'll find that cute too. He also growls and "barks" when someone gets too close to you while you're little. If someone dares to disturb you he WILL bite them even if it's the other Sajas. You're his little. His baby. His.
Sometimes he'll show you his eyes. He uses this to ground you or to ensure you know he is serious when he says something. He does it often when you need comfort. Especially if you need him to remind you he loves you and adores being your caregiver. His eyes are somehow soft yet intense, and when he looks at you all that bit of fatherly love is poured into it.
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You know how parents often get "weighed down by gravity" and just drape themselves on top of their kid? Yeah, he does that aaaaalllll the time. You're playing one second and the next gravity is "forcing" him to smoosh his little with his weight, which is thankfully not too much.
Is the caregiver to pretend he doesn't enjoy being a caregiver but WILL bite off someone's limb if they try to steal you from him. He won't say it in front of anyone else but he is constantly reminding you in private you're his favorite thing in this existence. Honestly you're one of the ONLY things he likes let alone loves in this existence.
If you're a baby or infant regressor or even a toddler regressor that babbles he will always, always know what you're saying. Somehow he doesn't need you to speak actual words. He can, will, and has had whole conversations with you when you babble. He always has the right responses and always will. His logic is that you're his little after all of course he knows you well enough to understand your babbles.
Expert at distracting his little. He has come up with a million activities to keep you busy when bored or restless. Whether they're ideas he finds online or just something he came up with he thought you would enjoy, he has lists in his phone for things to give you to do based on your moods and current interests.
Hey little lamb, I really like how you portray yandere alastor. I was wondering if you had any more concepts surrounding him or any more content? Another oneshot or maybe headcanons would be wonderful, no pressure though.
EEEEEE! I LOVE AL! I've got you a story alright! I didn't know if you wanted more yandere or not so I went with not yandere, but if you want more yandere please just let me know. I have no idea if this is good or not, but I tried sooo hard to make him canonically accurate without throwing a yandere personality at him.
What An Unusual Feeling
You never let anyone see you slip. It's hell. It's too dangerous. It's not safe to show anyone such a fragile side of yourself. You never let anyone see you slip... but you couldn't stop it. You just wish you could relax. You just wish your mind didn't need to age regress to do so. You wish you didn't need someone to take care of you.
You felt so stressed since the last extermination day. Since the hotel was destroyed and rebuilt. You weren't the only one feeling it. Everyone still held a hidden tension. Alastor was the worst, you think, his temper was barely hidden by his forever grin. Alastor would pace his room, you only hear them because your room is the only one close to his. It's making you lose sleep too. You and him are the only two who still seem strung up on the extermination day so much.
You sit in your bed, your back against your headboard. Your legs are pulled to your chest as you listen to Alastor's pacing. Your cheeks grow wet as tears drip from your eyes. You hiccup. You can feel that familiar slip in your psyche. The slow descent into that safe place you know so well. You didn't want to. You couldn't. It isn't safe enough to.
The radio static grows and Alastor's pacing stops. You hold your head in your hands, throwing the covers over the top of your head.
Abruptly and in a startling change shadows rip your blanket off your head. Standing there with a sharp grin at the foot of your bed is none other than Alastor. Of course, you let out a yelp of surprise.
"How... interesting." His cheerful voice cuts through the air much more tense than normal. He tilts his head. "Why are you... doing that?" He rephrases it, purposely separating the emotions.
You don't want to speak, but you know Alastor well enough to know he won't go away. You swallow thickly. "'m stressed." You murmur out.
"And this... is how you deal with it?" He questions, narrowing his eyes as he steps closer.
You nod.
"You seem... smaller..." He holds out the final word. Suddenly he straightens up, his grin losing its tense sharpness. "Ah, I see! You're stressed so you need taken care of!" His smile turns to something you can't quite decipher. "Someone in control..." He whispers in an almost scheming tone.
You stare at him with your round wet eyes.
"How lucky that I stepped in then!" He straightens his bow tie. "You need someone in control and I... I need someone to listen."
You shake your head. "'s not like that..." You frown.
"Nonsense!" He scoops you up without warning, cradling you like a father would. "I know just what you need, mon lapin."
He rocks you like one would a small child. It makes you melt.
"See? Completely safe in my arms." He bounces you just a little. "Now, let's get you a nice bottle of warm milk, hm?"
You're blinded for a moment. Shocked to discover that Alastor has simply transported you both to his room through his weird shadow magic. He sits in a rocking chair in the corner. You move your head to look around at his bedroom, that you've never been in, but he quickly redirects you. With a swift swirl of green magic a bottle appears in his hand.
"Ah, ah, my dear, focus on Papa." He says before pausing at what he said. "Ah, oh well..." He murmurs more to himself.
He guides the bottle to your lips, and as much as you want to question his help and be suspicious, you find yourself simply accepting the care. Tears of relief prick your eyes as he feeds you, rocking ever so softly in the chair. For Hell it certainly feels like Heaven.
Halfway through the bottle you fall asleep, exhausted physically and emotionally.
Alastor watches you carefully. His shadow drapes a blanket over you and helps Alastor swaddle you up. He sets the bottle aside, still staring at your face pressed to his chest. His static softens to a lullaby-like sound. He stares, still, wondering how you stirred such unusual emotions in him.
"What an unusual feeling you've brought me, mon lapin." His clawed fingers delicately trace your face. "Don't worry, I'll protect you now."
What are you currently focused on right now? I want to ask stuff you're interested in.
Vampires.
Like seriously just all vampires. My brain is so hyper fixated right now on vampires. So, Interview With The Vampire, Diabolik Lovers, Twilight, and The Vampire Diaries. That being said, I'm also still hyper fixated on Hazbin Hotel. That being said x2, I still have the permanent hyper fixations of Hannibal, The Flash, The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Doctor Who, and Batman.
Thank you for asking! I'm a walking wreck of too many things ruining my brain.
