Zoey is so regressor coded to us!!! I see her as not regressing often, maybe even feeling shy or embarrassed about it, but she definitely introduced regression to Mira and Rumi. (And they switch between being big sibs and caregivers for her)
I feel like Zoey prefers pacis over teethers, she likes to wear big baggy clothes when small. She LOVES to color and draw ofc, having her own notebook covered in stickers for when she's small. She definitely covers the apartment, Rumi, and Mira, in stickers.
I see her as autistic as well, so I see her loving playing with toys, fidgets, slime, etc!! Just really sensory seeking when small and then she crashes for the longest nap ever (me fr)
I saw someone else also headcanon her speaking in English more often when small bc of growing up in the U.S. and I 100% see that!!!
Anyways I love Zoey, guilty as charged she's my fav of the 3!!! Also the rest of Huntrix will be getting stimboards and headcanons too cause I love them!!!!!
cw: fluff, light angst, age regression, age regressed character, caregiver reader, established relationship, cuddling
It’s been a long day.
Peter is exhausted and bruised beneath the fabric of his sweater, wincing as he readjusts on the couch to snuggle up closer to you.
The TV is long forgotten as he instead studies your profile, resting his head on your shoulder with his legs draped across your thighs under the throw blanket haphazardly strewn across the couch.
Everything is impossibly easy with you. All the tension and guilt and frustration from his hero work is squeezed from his brain whenever he’s around you, his skull suddenly feeling like it’s packed full of cotton.
The soothing motions of your fingers along his arms simultaneously ground him and leave him drifting off quickly, limbs heavy and pleasantly numb.
His body starts to feel too big for him, and he realises that, rather than beginning to fall asleep, he’s regressing.
When you make him feel so warm and safe, it’s hard to resist that fuzzy feeling settling in his chest, spreading out from the very core of him.
He draws his knees up, hand fisting in the fabric of your shirt as he presses his nose to your neck, inhaling your familiar scent to ground himself as he settles.
He feels you hum more than he hears it, fingers tangling in his hair and tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
Peter blinks up at you slowly, and you recognise the state he’s now in with a single glance.
“Feeling okay?” You ask, voice soft.
He nods, though he keeps a tight grip on your shirt, worried you might vanish in an instant.
“Do you want to go to bed?” You ask.
Chewing his lip now, he shakes his head. It’s somehow both easier and harder to think like this. He feels like he’s been dipped in molasses.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” You whisper, staring down at him with knitted brows. “Use your words for me, if you can.”
Peter breathes deeply, leaning back just enough to really look at you with those big brown eyes.
“Just hold me.” He says eventually, shy and quiet.
There’s something so wholly fulfilling about the way you gather him up in your arms not a second later, pressing your lips to his temple as your hands glide up and down his back.
Distantly, he knows that he’ll be mortified in the morning. The adult part of him, the ‘regular’ part, is always ashamed of this.
But now, as his too-big arms curl around your shoulders to keep you close, all he knows is how much he needs this.
☕️🍁Age regression caregiver Hannibal Lecter headcanons🍁☕️ still new at this so be kind
🍎 Hannibal recognizes regression as a deeply vulnerable psychological state. He never belittles it he treats it as something natural and important. He’s careful to notice triggers, stressors, and soothing tools, using his clinical skills to gently guide his little back into calm when they’re overwhelmed.
🍎 Just as he tailors therapy to each patient, he crafts rituals specifically for his little. If they are anxious, he might prepare sensory baskets (smooth stones, soft fabrics, scents like lavender or cardamom) to help them feel ground.
🍎 Hannibal sees nourishment as an art form and an expression of devotion. For littles who regress very young, he’ll puree vegetables into velvety soups or create fruit compotes. For slightly older regression, he’ll design simple but beautiful finger foods—sliced fruit arranged into patterns, tiny sandwiches cut into neat shapes. Nothing is ever careless.
🍎 If his little regresses to an age where they can ‘help’, Hannibal may have them set the table, stir a pot, or knead dough (depending on what he’s baking or cooking). He calls it play but also uses it to instill a sense of security in structure and etiquette.
🍎 His psychiatrist’s gaze is always present. He notices when his little’s posture shifts, when their voice softens, or when their eyes gloss with tears. He anticipates needs before they’re spoken, stepping in with a sippy cup, pacifier, or quiet reassurance before the distress peaks.
🍎 He weaves bedtime stories that balance comfort and intellect, Lithuanian folklore softened to remove the frightening edges, or tales of art and music told in whimsical, fairytale style. He respects his little’s mind, even when they’re regressed.
🍎 He often insists on eating together, even if his little is on the floor(I know half of us like sitting on the floor or eating in the living room) with a sippy cup while he sits elegantly at the table. He considers shared meals sacred, a way of reinforcing connection no matter their state.
🍎 Hannibal believes stability is the greatest kindness. He maintains a strict but comforting schedule for his little. Meals, naps, play, and quiet time all woven into a seamless rhythm. Predictability is his way of making them feel safe.
🍎 Everything he provides is of the highest quality , soft wool blankets, hand chosen toys, lullabies played on the harpsichord. Even pacifiers , chewies or bottles, if needed, would be discreet, never garish.
🍎 Hannibal doesn’t own a modern flat screen. Instead, in his home sits a polished Zenith floor model box TV with dials and a VHS player tucked neatly beside it. When his little regresses, he selects carefully curated VHS tapes classic cartoons, gentle nature documentaries, or vintage puppet shows. He treats the act of choosing and inserting the tape as a routine. adjusting the dials, letting the warm glow of the old screen fill the room, and sitting beside his little while the soft hum of the television becomes part of their cocoon of comfort. To him, the slower, tactile nature of the VHS rewinding, clicking, static fuzz is more grounding than the overstimulation of streaming. It also gives regression a timeless, nostalgic feeling, perfectly in line with his preference for tradition over modern excess.
🍎 Hannibal takes immense pride in preparing his little’s meals. He offers them spoonfuls of delicate soups, small fruit slices, and pastries baked with care. He enjoys the intimacy of feeding them, watching each bite disappear as though he’s nourishing both body and soul.
🍎 He never raises his voice. If his little grows restless or defiant, he simply stills them with a patient gaze and a softly spoken word. His authority is not loud, but it is absolute iron hand in a velvet glove.
🍎 Hannibal favors calm, creative play: watercolor painting, building puzzles, sketching, or listening to music. If his little wants more childish play, like blocks or plushies, he indulges them with quiet amusement, even arranging their toys in precise displays once playtime is done.
🍎 When boundaries are tested, Hannibal relies on subtle correction. Disappointment in his voice, or the gentle removal of a privilege, teaches his little far more than anger could. He prefers obedience chosen freely, not forced through fear.
🍎 Though he may not be openly gushy, Hannibal shows care through physical gestures. Like brushing his little’s hair, wrapping a blanket more snugly around them, adjusting the pacifier between their lips. His love is woven into these small, meticulous acts.
🍎 Anyone who dared mock or threaten his little’s regression would meet Hannibal’s polite smile… followed by quiet and efficient retribution later. His little’s vulnerability is sacred, and he will guard it without hesitation.
