#Mikasa ackerman agere

[aot-agere]

Baby Mikasa in the cadet corps (age regression, vent regression, age regression as a coping mechanism)

I’m calling Historia Christa in this because it takes place before Utgard castle. Also, a little bit of Yumihisu fluff :P

DNI if you sexualize regression, think it’s a k!nk, or if you’re just going to hate on this.

Mikasa had been training for months now without anyone else learning about how she secretly regressed in age to that of a baby. It actually hadn’t happened yet since they had joined the cadets, which she was glad about.

One night, however, Mikasa awoke from a nightmare. It was one about the day she had gone to live with Eren, though her head was feeling fuzzy and she already couldn’t remember what had happened or where she was… that was a sign that her mind was regressing.

Though she didn’t know what happened, she did know one thing: it had been scary. Her eyes filled with tears immediately, and she covered her mouth to avoid crying out loudly. Her lungs burned.

She wanted to be with Eren. He always made her feel better when she was small like this. He would give her hugs and reassure her and let her know that he would protect her.

Her wide eyes searched the darkness for something to hold onto. The moon was new that night. She was afraid there was someone hiding in the shadows.

Mikasa drew her knees up to her chest and pulled her scarf over her mouth and nose. It no longer smelled like Eren, but the soft fabric was comforting enough. She let out a quiet sob, and squeezed her eyes shut.

“M’kasa…?” Sasha mumbled from where she lie next to her. “You okay?”

Mikasa was startled. How long had she been there? Had they always shared a bunk? Her mind was mixed up, that was for sure. She just closed her stinging eyes and covered her ears.

When the girl didn’t answer, Sasha sat up and blinked at her. “What’s wrong?”

Mikasa tried to talk, tried to tell her she was fine, but the words got stuck in her throat. The only noise she could make was a quiet whimper. Her lip trembled and more tears spilled down her face. Her chest heaved, but she kept quiet.

“Oh no, uh… what should I do?” Sasha’s brow furrowed. Mikasa was the quiet type, and she had never cried in front of any of the other cadets. “Do you… want a hug?” The brunette leaned into Mikasa’s field of vision, careful not to scare her.

Mikasa was thoughtful for a moment. Sasha isn’t Eren… She knew it wouldn’t be quite as comforting, but when there was another noise from across the room, Mikasa almost jumped into Sasha’s open arms. She was terrified.

“It’s okay, Mikasa— who’s there?” Sasha whispered, gently rubbing her back.

An oil lamp glowed to life across the way. It illuminated the splintery wooden bunks with a warm glow, bringing everything out of the shadows. Mikasa felt immediately at ease.

“What’s wrong?” Christa asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Ymir was also awake, head rested on her girlfriend’s shoulder, but she didn’t say anything.

“I don’t quite know, but something’s… different about Mikasa.” Sasha replied with an awkward laugh. “Maybe she had a nightmare?”

Mikasa heard them all talking about her, but couldn’t find it within herself to care. As soon as she was wrapped in a warm hug, her mind quieted. Her stinging eyes closed restfully instead of fearfully, and she was no longer trembling.

“…I don’t see why that’s our problem. What is she, a baby?” Ymir’s voice broke through Mikasa’s clouded mind.

Suddenly embarrassed, Mikasa frowned and buried her face in her scarf, eyes swimming with fresh tears. She’s right… but at that moment, she felt like her whole world depended on staying safe and cozy in Sasha’s arms.

“That was rude Ymir!” Christa scolded. “Its perfectly normal for her to be messed up from all this— she lost her home after the wall fell.” The girl reminded them.

Mikasa didn’t even have time to feel upset about the ‘messed up’ remark. At the mention of the wall, bad memories began flooding Mikasa’s mind. This time she couldn’t stop herself from crying big hiccuping sobs, eyes squeezed shut again, quickly beginning to hyperventilate.

“Woah, woah, it’s okay, Mikasa, I’m here.” Sasha rocked her gently, worry evident on her face. “Poor thing… must’ve been a scary dream, huh?” She murmured.

At the gentle words and actions, Mikasa felt herself slipping more. She clung tightly to Sasha and focused on controlling her breaths.

“Here, let me help.” Christa stood from her bed, flinching when her bare feet stepped on the cold floor. She crossed the way and sat on Mikasa’s bed beside the pair.

Mikasa looked at her with wide, tearful eyes. Ymir scoffed, but didn’t interrupt.

“Let’s see… how do we cheer up a sad Mikasa?” Christa said in a babying sort of voice. She offered her hands to Mikasa; the former grabbed onto her fingers and squeezed. “Aw, what a big strong girl!” She praised. Mikasa gave a shy smile, though it was hidden by her scarf.

Sasha and Ymir expected Mikasa to glare at Christa or ask her to stop babying her, but instead she seemed very receptive. Sasha shrugged, and Ymir lie back down, curiously watching the three.

“Now, let’s think.” Christa said. “What kind of things does Mikasa like?”

Mikasa felt pleased that her friends were going out of their way to make her feel better.

Sasha spoke up in a hushed voice. “Mikasa likes Eren, but other than that—“

“Eh-reh?” Came Mikasa’s hesitant first word. She lit up with hope.

“Wow, great job, Mikasa!” Christa praised with a big smile, clasping Mikasa’s hands between her own. “But we can’t exactly go get him,” she whispered to Sasha.

“Ereh, Ereh, Ereh…” Mikasa mumbled to herself, no longer paying attention to the conversation. She played with Christa’s fingers instead.

“Yknow, we could just sneak out and meet up with them— I know she’s acting happier now, but this seems kinda serious… we really should find a way to reach Eren.” Sasha replied, smoothing Mikasa’s hair with a gentle hand.

Christa seemed appalled. “You can just do that?”

“Yeah, I sneak out to see Connie all the time, it’s no big deal.” Sasha nodded. “Now come on, we gotta go before we wake the whole cabin up.”

It was quite the hassle to quietly put on each of their slippers— Mikasa couldn’t remember where she’d left hers, and needed help putting them on.

Then came the actual sneaking out part. “Come on, Mikasa,” Sasha stood in front of the other girl with her hands outstretched. When Mikasa stood, she felt wobbly and unbalanced. It was a good thing Sasha was there to hook their elbows together and help her walk across the squeaky wooden floor. It was difficult because of how cramped the cabin was, but they managed.

“We’ll be right back.” Christa said, giving Ymir a kiss on the forehead before following behind Sasha and Mikasa.

The cool air was fresh and smelled of rain. Mikasa giggled, enjoying the tickly feeling of a breeze in her hair.

Sasha just looked at her, a soft smile on her face. She had never seen Mikasa smile before, but now the stoic girl was beaming up at the starry sky. It made her glad to know that Mikasa was still capable of feeling happy, even after all that she’d gone though.

“Ugh, everything looks different in the dark…” Christa complained, gazing blearily at her surroundings.

“This way.” Sasha directed the group to the boys’ cabin.

When they reached the building, Sasha had no hesitation in opening the door. “Wait here,” she whispered, and handed Mikasa off to Christa, who wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her secure.

“Connie!” Sasha said when she stepped inside. “Connie, wake up!”

The short boy startled awake. He hated having the bed closest to the door; he was always woken up in the middle of the night. “Ugh, we’ve gotta get up early tomorrow…” he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry— but can you go get Eren and Armin? Mikasa needs to talk to them.” Sasha said apologetically, though she didn’t think a lot of talking would be happening on Mikasa’s end.

“Mhm, whatever…” Connie stretched and yawned, then stood up and stumbled deeper into the dark cabin. After a hushed conversation, a very sleepy Eren and Armin appeared alongside him. “Can I go back to bed now?”

“Yep! Thanks Connie!” Sasha gave him a quick hug, then lead the other two boys outside.

“What do you need?” Eren asked as they stepped out, though he knew immediately what was up as soon as he saw Mikasa, who was sat on the steps being entertained by a game of peek-a-boo.

“Mikasa! Are you alright?” He fretted. He knew that she usually regressed after having a bad bout of flashbacks, so he was immediately worried.

“Ereh!” Mikasa smiled widely and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was put at ease knowing she wasn’t feeling scared or sad.

“Aw, did you have fun playing with Christa?” He asked when she released him from the hug.

“Mhm!” Mikasa nodded quickly, warming Christa’s heart— she truly loved taking care of children, and Mikasa’s current state gave her that same maternal feeling.

Eren kept talking to Mikasa while Armin spoke with Sasha and Christa.

“I don’t know what’s going on, she just woke up like this— is everything alright?” Sasha asked, concern laced in her voice.

“She’s fine, it’s harmless as long as she’s got someone to watch over her— I’m glad you two were the ones who woke up, you did a great job! Usually when me and Eren have to babysit, whatever triggered her ends up upsetting Eren, and it’s just not a good time…” Armin smiled awkwardly.

“Right, but… why did this happen? Is she sick?” Christa asked.

“No, not at all!” Armin looked to where Mikasa and Eren sat, playing with Mikasa’s scarf. He lowered his voice. “She’s gone through a lot of horrible things in her life, even before Trost… she was really young when it happened, so whenever she has bad memories or nightmares, it’s like she becomes a scared little kid again… usually we can cheer her up, and she’s like this.” he gestured to where Mikasa now lie in Eren’s arms, falling asleep to his humming and rocking.

“Huh, I never knew…” Sasha said. “I’ll be sure to take care of her again if she ever wakes up from another nightmare!”

“Wake me up, too! I wanna help!” Christa said with a smile.

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” Armin asked. “She’s very well behaved, but if you ever need help…”

“Right, right… what do you mean well behaved, though?”

“Oh,” Armin chuckled. “Uh, well, Eren also regresses occasionally… let’s just say he’s kind of a pain to take care of.”

Eren sighed. “I know you’re talking about me.”

“We should probably get back to bed…” Christa interrupted.

Eren nodded. “Mikasa, it’s time to sleep now. Thank you for visiting me!” He said in a loving, gentle voice.

“Mhm! Ni’-ni’, Ereh.” She have him one more big hug, then let herself be picked up by Sasha and Christa.

“We’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Sasha said to the boys.

“Can you wave bye-bye, Mikasa?” Christa said with a smile.

Mikasa obliged, and the other four said their goodbyes.

Later that night, Mikasa lie in her bed staring up at the upper bunk above her. It was nice to see Eren, but Sasha and Christa are good too… she thought as she drifted off into sleep.

A/N: this is my first time publishing an Age regression fanfic, please be nice! Also, my requests are open, so if you like aot and have agere headcanons for it, feel free to lmk and I can write a little something for you!

[aot-agere]

First post, I’m kinda nervous :,)

Here’s some paci edits (with the pacis being made using this picrew) of the main trio

Armin’s paci is my favorite, but I like the look of Eren’s edit best— and I used pics from aot jr high just cause the style fits better yk?

(DNI if your blog is nsfw)