hello!!! could you write a dpr ian caregiver fic where reader is still shy about their regression around ian but ian comes over to readers place since they’ve been stressed lately and helps them into little space? sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😓😓😓
A/N: yes! yes! yes! absolutely omg i love ian asks!! i know there’s a lot of drama surrounding dpr right now but here you go, mwah mwah!!
You’d told Caregiver!Christian about your little mindset a long, long time ago but never let him see you like that. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your age regression, just that you were shy about it. Secretly, Christian was curious about little you, but never pried or asked about it. He figured that if you wanted him to see, you would have shown him.
He’d never seen anyone in little space before -that is, until today. He was returning something he had borrowed from you when he noticed the silence in your home.
He knocked twice, before noticing that the door was unlocked. Frowning, his mind started to race and he became anxious at the silence and the unlocked door, immediately jumping to the worse case scenario.
“Y/n?” He called out for you again, getting no answer. Reluctantly, he twisted open the door by its handle, peeking into your living room.
You were sat down, not noticing Christian come in at all. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that you were perfectly fine.
“I was worried someone broke in or something, y/n. Seriously, you’ve gotta start locking your… doors.” He trails off, staring at you in surprise. You were sat on the floor, surrounding by old stuffed animals, looking pretty distressed.
Your eyes catch his and you can only stare back, taking the thumb out of your mouth and frowning. Christian panics, wondering if he’s done anything wrong or if something’s wrong with you.
“Oh, shi- shoot. Shoot.” He corrects himself, noticing the faraway look in your eyes. You make a little whining noise, turning your head and hiding further in your blankie at the sight of him.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick, love? Are you…” Christian asked softly, ducking down to your level. You whine again and then he sees it: The pacifier hanging from between your lips and the tears forming in your eyes.
This must be your age regression, he guesses. Part of him is excited to finally witness it and part of him is concerned, upset at the sight of you in distress.
Christian smiled softly, trying to make himself look as harmless as possible. “Hi, y/n. Whatcha up to? Are you feeling small? Or little, I guess that’s what you called it.”
“Mm. It embawwassing.” You spit out the pacifier, cheeks heating up.
Christian chuckles and picks up the pacifier, holding it up to your mouth again with a smile. “Well, to be quite honest think it’s cute. Endearing, really.” He coos.
You look at him skeptically. “You do?” You asked, eyes practically shining.
“Of course I do, love. You poor thing, you’re so stressed out…” He murmurs, opening his arms up but not approaching you. You blink at him and hesitate before throwing yourself into his arms with a hiccup.
“Mmm, I don’ feel good.” You admit, pointing to your forehead. “Right here?”
Christian laughs a little at that. “Yeah? In your brain. Don’t I know the feeling?” He chuckles to himself darkly before fixing his attention to you again. “You’ve got a real healthy thing going here, y’know that?”
You nod. “But I feel stuck b’tween icky big feelings and feeling teeny.” You admit, suddenly feeling shy.
“Stuck?” Christian echoed. He made a little pout and folded his hands in his lap. “I could help you feel littler, maybe? I’ve been researching this kind of thing, it’s honestly quite fascinating. And I find it very cute.”
Your eyes practically sparkle at his words. “Really?”
And so, Christian spent the entire day learning about little space and how to be a good caregiver. He fixed you up your favorite drink and held you close to him and offered to sing you a lullaby to sleep (you declined this time but are definitely curious about it, since you’ve never had a caregiver to sing you lullabies).
Something bloomed in your heart -something warm and cozy, as Christian tucked you in for bedtime. You couldn’t exactly place it, but it felt nice and it felt right. Something tells you that this won’t be the last time Christian helps you in little space.
