#caregiver Hannibal Lecter

[heuimagines]

ive been brain rotting over age regression little Will Graham all week so here are a couple of my favorite ideas

- Little Will Graham who's favorite activity is watching the fish swim around in the Bass Pro Shop fish tanks

- Very stressed out Hannibal because Little Will refuses to eat anything other than box mac and cheese or frozen dino nuggets

- Little Will Graham who very much loves watching animal documentaries but has to cover his eyes every time one of the animal dies because it makes him sad

- Little Will Graham stress regressing a Lot during his stay at BSHCI and calming himself down by retreating back into his mind palace stream

- Hannibal absolutely spoiling Little Will to death with toys and snacks and constant activities

anyways hope u enjoyed :3

- 🐶

[your-fellow-writer-of-the-night]

Regressor Will Graham moodboard

(and caregiver Hannibal)

🐾 Sleepy, dog lover kiddo 🐾

[littlespacereader]

Merry Christmas!!❤️💚🎄

I absolutely love anytime they would show Will’s house surrounded by snow and his dogs running around and having fun in Hannibal. I think it’s absolutely adorable! So I wanted to create a fic around it. A cute little fluffy fic with some winter fun without any mention of a holiday or anything. Just the three playing in the snow. Trigger warning there is a mention of death relating to Hannibal’s family and sister but that’s as far as it goes. So with that please enjoy!!!😄❄️☃️

Winter in Wolf Trap☃️❄️

Caregiver!Will Graham, Caregiver!Hannibal Lecter & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - playing in the snow, snow angels, building a snowman, snowball fight, cuddles, healing past loss

(Hannibal is not a cannibal, no violence in this fic, small mention of death)

Nicknames - little one, Papa for Hannibal, Dadee for Will, darling, sweet one, Angel

Winter came late in Virginia. But when it did arrive, it brought a blizzard with plenty of snow.

Y/N sat by the window all night long, watching as the snow continued to fall from the sky. They couldn’t wait, because come tomorrow they were going to have a snow day with the dogs.

“Can we go outside now?” Y/N asked, tilting their head back to Hannibal and Will who sat peacefully on the couch.

“You see how windy it is outside? It would be dangerous to go out in that weather.” Will gestured them over, “It will be all over tomorrow and then we can play. You just have to wait.”

Y/N threw their head back with a whine but walked over to the couch regardless. They squished themselves between the two Caregivers, cuddling into them.

The three spend the rest of the evening watching a movie infront of the fireplace. All the dogs sound asleep at their feet, the fire lack cracking in the background and the movie playing low on the tv because a certain little one fell asleep half way through.

“I think we should call it a night for us,” Hannibal whispered to Will with a little smirk.

Y/N’s head rested peacefully on his shoulder, thumb in mouth and stuffie wrapped in their arms. They looked so peaceful, he almost didn’t want to disturb them. But it was late and a couch was no place for the three of them to sleep.

So Hannibal carefully and delicately lifted Y/N from the couch and over to their bed, which in Will’s house was right next to the living room. Convenient. Then soon after the two caregiver climb into bed and all snuggled together under the warm covers.

~~~

Morning arrived and with it a beautiful winter wonderland outside. It was untouched beauty! Snow blanketed everything in sight.

Y/N couldn’t wait to go outside. They whined when the dogs were allowed outside and they weren’t.

“First we’ll have breakfast then we’ll go outside and play.“

“Ughhhhhhhaaaaa!!!” Y/N dramatically exclaimed, throwing their head back.

Will and Hannibal shared a look but didn’t comment on it further. Their little one was a bit dramatic but then again, sometimes they were too.

“Come now, you’ll need to get some energy before you go out to play.” Hannibal winked, taking their hand and leading them to the kitchen.

Breakfast went on for farrrrrr toooooooo loooooonnnnngggg. Or at least it felt that way to Y/N who rushed to each all their food in record time and now had to wait for their Caregivers to finish up.

After years of eating breakfast, the three were ready to go outside to play in the snow. Y/N ran as fast as they could to the front door. They were a step away from swinging the door open and running outside when Will called out.

“Y/N,”

They turned around to see Will with a smirk on his face. He couldn’t be mad or stern when his little one was so excited.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He continued with a nod to the coat rack.

“Ohhhhhhh,” they realized, “Papa and Dadee help?”

Will and Hannibal were happy to help their little one get ready for the chilly weather outside. They sat on the bench as Will helped them into some snow boots. Then Hannibal helped them with their hat and gloves. Finally they both helped put their winter coat on.

Once finished they turned to the two, “Thank you!”

“You’re all set to go outside Darling.”

Y/N turned to go run outside but they paused at the door. They turned around to see Hannibal and Will gathering their winter gear for themselves.

“No,” they said as they walked back over to the two Caregivers. “I wanna stay wit you.”

Hannibal and Will shared a smile, “Thank you sweet one. Dade and I will only be a moment.” Hannibal winked.

And they were only just a moment. Both putting on a pair of gloves and hats before dawning their winter coats as well.

Then they finally joined the dogs outside into the cold weather! It looked like a winter wonderland! Beautiful fresh and crunchy snow perfect for a snow day!

They started the day off by making a snowman. Hannibal helped Y/N roll balls of snow around the yard until they had the best looking snowman. With a borrowed hat from his wardrobe and a carrot from the kitchen, Frosty was all put together in the front yard.

“Papa look! He’s perfect!”

“He looks wonderful! You did a great job building him.” Hannibal praised.

“You think he’s going to come to life?”

“Of course,” Hannibal said with such confidence, “But he can’t while we’re around. He must do it while we’re asleep at night.” He winked.

That clicked in with Y/N’s brain getting a long “Ohhhhhhhh.” From them in realization

Next was making snow angels which Will was proud to help with. The two laid on the snow next to one another.

“So you’re going to move your arms up like this,” he lifted his arms up moving the snow. “Then down to your hips like this.” He gestured again.

“Then at the same time you’re going to move your legs left to right just like this.” He demonstrated.

Y/N watched carefully before laying in the snow and copying off Will. They started to giggle, moving the snow with their legs and arms.

Will helped them off the ground then the two admired their work.

“An Angel for my Angel.” He smiled, kissing the top of their hat. They couldn’t help but giggle and hug Will back.

“Thank you for teaching me.” They said squished in the hug.

“Of course Angel. I didn’t know you were a snow Angel pro.” Will smiled.

After that the Caregivers took a break and let their little one run around the yard with the dog for a bit. Will joined Hannibal who was sitting on the front steps of the house.

“Next week we should take them to the city park and take them ice skating.” Will suggested as he sat.

Hannibal handed him a cup of coffee to warm up. “Do you know how to ice skate?” He smirked.

“Do you?” Will smirked back.

“I guess it will be a learning experience for the three of us.” The two chuckled.

The two smiled and watched as Y/N ran around the yard with the dogs. Throwing a stick for them, petting them and running around like crazy with them. The dogs loved every second.

“It’s wonderful to see them enjoying the winter. The two of you make the season worth enjoying.” Hannibal said after a moment.

Will nodded taking a sip of his coffee. He knew what he meant saying that. Will knew Hannibal’s past and the losses he’s endured. He’s the only one left in his family, the last one to die being his sister in the winter time.

Ever since then the winter season didn’t have the same blissful and beautiful energy it used to, until Y/N and Will entered his life.

“It’s not about forgetting the terrible memories,” Will started to say, “It’s about making new memories that you remember the winter for. New memories to look back on and remember with a fondness for the season.” Will smiled.

Hannibal smiled as well and nodded. He took Will’s hand in his. The two putting their coffee cups down. “I have been and forever will be so grateful to have you and Y/N in my life. You both bring me an unmatched happiness I haven’t felt in years.”

“Well, it’s nothing really.” Will joked with his classic sly smirk to Hannibal.

The two leaned in to share a kiss with one another. But just as they were about an inch for the other lips…

BAM!

They both got a face full of snow. The both paused for a moment trying to piece together why their faces were covered in snow. But it didn’t take them too long to realize the culprit.

They both turned their heads towards the giggling in the distance. There, standing facing them stood Y/N with a snow ball in hand. They could stop laughing at their Caregivers whose faces looked like Frosty.

“I was aiming for Dadee but got both of you instead.” They giggled.

The two wiped the snow from their faces and gave each other a look, a look that said everything they needed to say. Then they looked back at Y/N who had a feeling they knew what was happening next.

They dropped the snow ball and took off running with Hannibal and Will in full pursuit. With laughter filling the air.

[littlespace-imagines]

Could you do headcanons or a scenario with Daddy! Hannibal Lecter? Please and thank you! 😊

This is written so it could go for either Hannibal

Pairing: CG!Hannibal x Little!reader

Contains: GN!Reader, honorific (Daddy) used, CG/L dynamics, Littlespace, established relationship

Hannibal is a fantastic caregiver, very hands on and prideful

Being his little one means you’re always on your best behavior.

He is a stickler for manners tbh like straight up will make you right lines because you forgot to say please.

He doesn’t get angry, just simply tells you it was a wrong thing to do and he thinks 20 lines written in neat cursive will make you remember better.

You’re also dressed in the most adorable little outfits, things with comfy and colorful prints.

Hannibal also loooves spoiling his little one with any and everything tbh.

You wanted ice cream? He will take you to get the biggest size.

Hannibal also will not respond to you unless you call him daddy (in private or only when you’re little not 24/7 unless it’s a established part of your dynamic)

But he adores it when you call him that, his heart melts and he just wants to hold you close and give you the world.

He also will absolutely play with you.

He loves to color with you surprisingly, he always seems like the kinda guy who can’t be silly but sometimes he can.

[vampmama]

Hello! I love your blog. Could you do head cannons or a mood-board for cg Hannibal?

Thank you anon! Of course! I can do both!

Caregiver! Hannibal Lecter moodboard + headcanons!

🐑 Hannibal is probably very strict on rules as a CG, he has the disapproving dad look down perfectly I’m sure.

🐑 He dislikes mess and teaches you to clean up after yourself. If you play outside, he will pick you up and carry you through the house to put you straight into the bath. He loves bath time, getting to pamper his little baby is his favourite thing!

🐑 Is a huge gift giver, loves spoiling his baby! Will bring home little surprises all the time and adores seeing the excited look on his baby’s face.

🐑 Believes in the importance of healthy eating and insists you eat your veggies! But if you really don’t like them he won’t force you to eat them, simply try to find another healthy alternative! He also isn’t keen on giving sweets or overly sugary desserts out of concern for your teeth, but will allow them as treats or if you are particularly upset!

🐑 Enjoys presenting food in silly, child-like ways such as different animals, scenes, characters, etc!

🐑 Will display all of your art. He’s very proud of his baby!!

🐑 Very big on using petnames. Some of his favourites include: darling, dear, little fawn/lamb, sweet boy/girl/baby and sweetheart. He loves reaffirming how tiny his baby is by using “little” or “tiny” before a name!

That’s all! I hope this is satisfactory <3 I may do some more headcanons for CG! Hannibal soon, we’ll see!

My requests are currently open! Feel free to take a look at my fandoms and request moodboards, headcanons, etc. for characters from the listed fandoms!

[hurricane-cat]

honest to god, i love will graham and hannibal lecter. literal perfect caregivers in my eyes, like!!!! they need to be real and exist before i go insane. i love love love LOVE talking to them on janitor ai, it makes my heart melt and i feel all small n stuff

[agerefandom]

not a request but question..saw you were against Content Police and was wondering if you allow proship requests (agere related for when your asks are open again ofcc)

Combining these asks to minimize the shipcourse mentions on this blog, but also thank you for both of the asks!!!

In response to the question, I will gently reinforce that the label 'proship' is a belief about fiction, and not a specific genre of content. Even if it was a genre, I've seen a massive range in what would fall under that terminology (for example, self-identified antis who run Hannibal blogs).

I originally decided to put antis on my DNI when I posted some imagines for caregiver!Gaston, from Beauty and the Beast.

In these headcanons, I did include some caregiver dynamics that are little nods to his canon tendency to try and control the people around him, and how those toxic traits might reflect in his behaviour as a caregiver.

In my opinion, it's very important when you read villain imagines to remember that it's okay to fantasize about caregivers who take away your control and agency to make you feel small and cozy and protected, but it's a big red flag and completely unacceptable if a caregiver ever does that without your explicit permission and expressing that it's something you want from them!!!

So the answer is that yes, I will write some stories that reflect dynamics that I don't want people to think are healthy IRL: for example, anything with Hannibal Lecter, or Elias Bouchard. I will occasionally write about manipulation and control and helplessness, and I will do my very best to tag those dynamics so that people can avoid them if they so wish. (ie. my Alois and Claude fic)

I don't write explicit content or very much romantic shipping content, so I don't think that the most traditional 'proship' associated things are a risk/relevant discussion for this blog. But I do sometimes write about unhealthy relationships (ie. Rick and Morty are an abusive familial relationship, but I might write about how Morty feels complicated love and dependence towards Rick). Again, all of this material will be tagged, and I think I heavily lean towards the more fluffy kinds of dynamics.

As my rule has always been, you can request anything SFW you'd like when requests are open, and I'll make my decisions about what I'm comfortable writing! I turn down requests for many reasons, but I try to never be judgmental or rude about it.

[eggcompany]

Hannibal is such a daddy Part 1

Doctor Hannibal Lecter is a daddy and everyone knows it. Everyone knows he is the most perfect caregiver but he has no littles of his own. But what happens when he learns Will Graham is a Little?

No one knew Will was a little. Everyone knew Hannibal was a daddy though. Everyone wanted Hannibal to be their daddy. He was brilliant, strong, handsome, and had a big house and a big nest. But no one ever saw a nursery . Or a nursing room. Or a little. 

Hannibal was known for his dinner parties. He was known to invite not only caregivers and minx (people who are neither caregivers or little) but also littles. He usually had large dinner parties where he would cook perfectly adult meals for his big guests and then in the side room that had no sharp or hard things that the small ones could get hurt on, he would serve his little meals. 

He would usually stay with the littles while everyone else ate. He would wash their faces and hands. He would help them eat and throw their trash away. He would change their diapers and put them down for naps. He would leave and serve the next course to the adults and go straight back to the littles. Usually one or two other caregivers but Hannibal never asked anyone to help. 

Everyone knew Dr. Hannibal Lecter was a daddy. But no one knew Will Graham was a little. 

No one could look around his house and know he’s a little. He had no soft colored walls or snuggly blankets or dvd collection of cartoons and Disney movies. He didn’t have a crib or sippy cups or binkies or diapers or a rocking chair. You could search his house and the only thing that might point towards him being a little is his one pair of fuzzy snuggly socks. And those were plain black. 

That was until he had met Hannibal. And Hannibal came to his house. 

“Will you have such a... are you a minx?” Hannibal said as he looked around Will’s very plain home. Will had invited Hannibal over to help on a case. 

Will just looked at Hannibal from the kitchen where he was getting them both glasses of water. Or rather cups of water since Will didn’t drink out of glass. 

“No I’m not a minx. The files on the table. There’s pictures just spread out.” Will said as he showed Hannibal to his dinner table. 

“Oh! You’re not a minx? I didn’t take you for a caregiver. Well perhaps to your dogs! They look so healthy and playful.” Hannibal said conversationally. He knew Will might just be an ace caregiver. Someone who doesn’t care for relationships but has caregiver instincts. 

“I’m not a caregiver, I just like dogs.” Will said plainly. As if he just said he had on blue socks. 

Hannibal froze. Not a minx. Not a caregiver. That meant. No it can’t be. 

“You’re a little? But you live alone and you have no. You have nothing!” Hannibal said in a fit. If Will was a little why did he not have any color of little things. Hannibal thought maybe he hid it all. 

Will sighed loudly. He knew he shouldn’t have told. Will had had a caregiver before. When he was just old enough to leave his family. She was nice and cared about his health. But she was vain and didn’t like the way he looked. She wanted to always have him waxed and when they bonded to have his body hair laser removed. He used to get in trouble for not having his everything shaved or waxed. So when she left him because he wanted his beard, he never tried to get another. 

“Yes Hannibal, I’m a little. No, I don’t have anything. I don’t really, uh,  I don’t really regress all that often. And when I do I’m not all that little.” Will tried to sound uninterested but failed. He just sounded sad. 

When he really let go he was tiny. Practically an infant. Most littles were toddler age. Dependent but not completely. Will expected Hannibal to drop it and assume, just like Jack, that he could care for himself. What he didn’t expect was- 

“Oh we’ll go ahead I’ll just be going over the case. I have a little bag in my car, would you like if I brought it for you?” Hannibal said cheerily. He just loved caring for littles. Especially if that little was Will. Hannibal already had a soft spot for the shorter man. Will looked shocked for a moment. 

“You don’t- you don’t have to put up with me right now. It’s okay you don’t need to do anything I’m just. I’m capable.” Will tried to get together a congruent thought. 

Hannibal was already walking back towards the door. He stopped and slipped off his jacket at the door. 

“Nonsense Will. I’m here, the dogs are all here, you can relax. I’ll take care of everything.” And Hannibal stepped out the door. Will stood in shock. Hannibal always acted like this. Did what he wanted. But this was different. 

No one ever did that. Just cared. Will was a capable FBI agent and teacher. He wasn’t helpless. Maybe he was. Maybe he was just helpless to Hannibal.

Will contemplated letting the doctor actually know how small he got when he regressed. It wouldn't hurt to let the doctor know… Hannibal loved littles. All littles. Will isn’t special, he’s just another little doll to feed Hannibal’s caregiving needs. 

Hannibal returned with a blue duffel bag in tow. He smiled and walked past Will to the couch. 

“Here we go! It’s just a small kind of emergency bag, but it will serve its purpose. Do you want a sippy or a blanket? Do you have wifi? I could hook up my laptop and you could watch some cartoons.” Hannibal said in a lighthearted happy way. Will just stood still and overwhelmed at the soft colorful items Hannibal pulled from the bag. Hannibal turned and saw the special agent clenching his fists and breathing quicker than he should be and came to his side. 

“Will, are you alright? Did I overwhelm you? I’m so sorry, I just got excited. I should have stayed calmer. I’m sor-” He was cut off by a low whine. 

“‘M too small for that. I’m um I’m not like most littles, Hannibal. I get too small. Now please just… just look at the damn case files.” Will said and tried to keep the tears from rolling down his face but failed miserably. Hannibal nodded and rubbed Will’s shoulder as he turned to the gorish photographs. 

Will stayed still for a few minutes before venturing a few steps closer to the white blanket that had been placed on the arm of his couch. He ran the very tips of his fingers over it, feeling the amazingly soft fabric. He looked back at Hannibal who was looking at the case files. 

Will looked at the blue sippy cup for a moment before leaning and looked down into the bag. There were diapers, pacifiers, wet wipes, and rolled up changing mats. There were snacks and water as well. He then spotted what looked like the lag of a stuffed animal. Maybe a bear or a dog. Will felt more adventurous, he was slipping, if only a bit but he was slipping just seeing the supplies. 

Will moved the pack of wet wipes over to see the stuffed animal more clearly. It was a dog. A light brown one with dark brown spots. It was made from what felt like thick flannel material and had plain black eyes and a black nose that was embroidered on. ‘This is a baby toy’ flashed through Will’s mind as he picked up the doggy. The thought was washed away by the thoughts of snuggling the small toy while he slept. Will held the dog up to his chest and petted it. He was slipping further. 

“Do you like it?” Hannibal said from the arm of the couch. Will hadn’t even noticed him in his fogged headspace. Will nodded his head and brought the toy up to his face to rub his scruffy cheek against it. Hannibal smiled and moved slowly as he dragged his bag closer to him. 

“Maybe he can sleep over here tonight. Do you want the doggy to sleep over tonight?” Hannibal said in a soft voice and looked at Will’s eyes. Will smiled and his eyes flashed up to the older man’s. Will bounced a little bit on the balls of his feet. 

“Yes pwease! I um… I wike da doggy. Hims so soft.” Will said as he rubbed the stuffed animal across his lips and nose. Will was swaying slightly. He usually didn’t walk all that much when he was little. Hannibal noticed and put his hand on Will’s upper arm. He pushed slightly, guiding the wobbly man to sit on the couch. Will happily held the toy close to his face as he plopped down onto the couch and smiled. Will chewed on his bottom lip slightly. 

“Yeah, he is soft. I saw you touching the blankie too. Do you want that too? You can have anything you want.” Hannibal said as he held the blanket and duffel bag toward the little. Will had started rubbing the toy against his lips more, almost mouthing at the dark brown ear. 

Will took a deep breath. It had been so long, too long, since he let himself relax. Since anyone had wanted to take care of him. He felt his eyes wet and just didn’t have the power to pull himself out, to make himself big. The tears started slow but after a few seconds Will was a sobbing puddle on the couch holding onto the doggy toy. 

Hannibal hurriedly sat down next to the younger man and pulled him close so the outsides of their thighs were squeezed together. Will turned and pressed his face into the expensive fabric of Hannibal’s dress shirt. Hannibal shushed and moved so Will could scoot closer to him and Hannibal could rub at the little’s back. 

“Oh Will… I know a deprived baby when I see one. Come on, let's get you all comfy. Poor baby…” Hannibal said and rocked side to side while Will started to calm a bit. When Hannibal pulled back and saw Will’s snotty tear covered face his caregiver instincts took over and his heart broke for the poor boy. 

Will pouted and sniffled and held his stuffed animal close to his chest while Hannibal reached over and grabbed the bag and blanket. Hannibal took a tissue out from a side pocket of the bag and wiped away at Will’s face. Will sat still and looked at Hannibal with big round dazed eyes. 

“You do too much Will. Too much for Jack, too much big stuff. You live in this big house with no supplies. I can’t believe it. After we have a big chat I can take you home and really take care of you.” Hannibal muttered, really more to himself than the special agent. He watched Will melt further into headspace, his shoulders relaxed, his eyes closed a bit tiredly, and he brought the doggy up to his lips again and mouth lightly at the ear. Hannibal cleaned his face with a wet wipe and dried his face with another tissue. 

“Will, baby, do you want to change? You don’t need these icky clothes on if you don’t want them. How small are you?” Hannibal asked and slipped off the couch to kneel in front of Will on the floor. Will just shifted around and looked at him with an uncomfortable look on his face. Hannibal nodded. Too small to talk. Diaper, Dummy, and  some cuddles. Thought the caregiver as he studied the boy for a moment. Will was fidgeting his toes against each other and chewing on the soft ear of the dog and drooling a bit. 

“‘lil. ‘ungry.” Will muttered, his mouth not leaving the soft fabric. Hannibal smiled. So cute! Hannibal rubbed Will’s knees and stood up. 

“Okay then Will! How about you go through that bag and you put everything you want right here.” Hannibal explained slowly and simply. He pointed and patted the cushion opposite to the duffel. Will nodded and his hands went to the duffle bag, doggy left to fall into his lap. Hannibal smiled. “I will go make you up a bottle. I can feed you while you watch some cartoons. Stay here and pick out what you want, baby.” Hannibal finished by fluffing up Will’s hair. Will made a happy little noise before shifting through the bag. 

Hannibal grabbed up a blue baby bottle, which was much larger than an actual baby’s bottle since it was made for littles, and made his way to the meager kitchen. He shook his head at the nearly empty fridge and scarce cupboards. The little had more dog food than human food. Hannibal eventually found a can of sweetened condensed milk in what looked to be an emergency cupboard. Hannibal made quick work of mixing the sweet syrupy liquid into the bottle alongside the almost expired milk he had found in the fridge. Will certainly needed the extra calories and would most likely not mind the extra sweetness. 

While Hannibal whipped up a bottle Will happily pulled all sorts of things out of the duffel bag. He smiled as he pulled out diapers and pacifiers and pulled the blankie into his lap. He dug around until he found a pair of thick fuzzy socks. Will then picked up his doggy and put it’s ear back in his mouth and wiggled his feet around some. He was small, smaller than he had been in months, years probably, but he wasn’t fully there. He was still fighting it, forcing himself to move his hands and feet and keep his motor function up. 

But the moment Hannibal came over to him flipping a bottle full of milk, he slipped. His fingers felt all gummy and loose, his tongue felt big in his mouth, and his body felt wiggly and soft. Hannibal noticed and smiled as he sat on the edge of the small couch and put the duffel bag on the floor. 

“Do you want to come sit in my lap? Want me to hold you?” Hannibal asked but Will was already struggling to wiggle over to the older man. Hannibal helped him by dragging him up to sit across his thighs and rest his back against the arm of the couch. Will smiled and thunked his head against Hannibal's solid chest. 

“Open up darling. It’s sweet, you’ll like it.” Hannibal said and Will latched onto the nipple of the bottle and sucked down the sweet milk enthusiastically. 

Hannibal smiled and felt calm. These moments always calmed him, stroked that caring need in his chest. But now was different. With Will it was always different no matter what ‘it’ was. Hannibal never felt that urge to really feel the babies though. That need to feel their heart beats, their breaths, their skin. But right now, Will in his lap getting healthy and safe off of Hannibal’s efforts, the psychiatrist felt that urge. He used the hand that wasn’t helping the baby hold onto the bottle to rub up at the artery in Will’s neck. Hannibal breathed in and out alongside Will for a moment as he counted each thump of his heart. 

When Will finished the bottle he slumped against Hannibal's chest. Which would have helped calm that urge Hannibal felt in his chest if not for the goddamned layers between them. The caregiver decided that there needed to be many less layers between them. 

“Here you sit right here for a moment. Let’s get this off of you…” Hannibal said as he slid Will off of him and to the side and slipped his flannel off once he unbuttoned it a few leaving him bare chested. Hannibal then unbuttoned his vest and undid his tie, leaving him in a plain dress shirt. Hannibal also shifted his hips up to slip his belt off. He folded up the clothes and up them on the coffee table. 

Will whined and chewed on the stuffed animal again. Hannibal smiled and hauled the baby back into his lap. Feeling his skin and seeing his chest rise and fall made Hannibal feel more satisfied with each intake. Hannibal grabbed the blanket, socks, and pacifier over to them. He pulled the fabric away from Will’s lips. 

“Here we go baby… Suck on this and I’ll put on your cozy socks. Then you can take a nice nap. I see how sleepy you are. You poor little thing, poor baby.” Hannibal mumbled as he pulled Will’s feet up and slipped the socks on and unrolled the soft blanket. 

Hannibal laid back and Will nuzzled a bit into his chest, relishing in the warmth that seeped into his bare skin. Soon Hannibal felt Will’s breathing slow and even. Soon enough Hannibal decided Will would be coming to his home more frequently. How could he not have noticed this perfect baby hiding away for so long...

Next Chapter ->

[sleepy-agere]

hello, and welcome to my agere blog! you can call me Johnny (or bunny, or sleepy, i really don’t mind) and im happy you’re here! i am a minor and usually regress to around 1-3. this is my online safe space!

i take requests for agere/petre-themed headcanons, but there isn’t always a guarantee that i’ll make them as i am often low on motivation.

some fandoms that i am into are Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Call of Duty: Ghosts, Marvel, NBC Hannibal, Genshin Impact, and Baldur’s Gate 3!

dni: general dni, ddlg/k!nk accounts, (i don’t care what you’re into but this is my regression safe space) pro-sh/pro-ana, pro-ai, etc.

characters I'll write for

-Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham and Abigail Hobbs

-Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Mobius M. Mobius, Wolverine, Deadpool

-Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach Sanderson, Captain John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Philip Graves

-Logan Walker, Keegan Russ

-Karlach, Gale, Astarion, Minthara, Durge

i take headcanon requests for both regressors (please specify a regression age/range) and caregivers!

[atla-milf-month]

ATLA MILF Month will happen in March 2025! This month will celebrate all the ATLA-verse moms and older women who... well, you know!

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More about the archetypes under the cut!

Taken from "Writing 101: All the Different Types of Characters in Literature".

Characters in a work of fiction can usually be grouped into archetypes. These archetypes have been categorized by Swiss psychologist Carl Jung, the American literary theorist Joseph Campbell, and generations of authors, screenwriters, and storytellers. Here are the 12 commonly discussed character archetypes:

1. The Lover: the romantic lead who’s guided by the heart. Their strengths include humanism, passion, and conviction. Their weaknesses include naivete and irrationality. Some famous lovers are Romeo, Juliet, and Scarlett O’Hara. 

2. The Hero: the protagonist who rises to meet a challenge and saves the day. Their strengths are courage, perseverance, and honor. Their weaknesses include overconfidence and hubris. Some famous heros are Achilles, Luke Skywalker, and Wonder Woman 

3. The Magician: a powerful figure who has harnessed the ways of the universe to achieve their goals. Their strengths may include omniscience, omnipotence, and discipline, while their weaknesses center on corruptibility and arrogance. Prospero, Gandalf, Morpheus, and Dumbledore are famous magician characters. 

4. The Outlaw: the rebel who won’t abide by society’s demands. The outlaw can be a bad guy, but not always. The outlaw’s strengths include independent thinking and skepticism. Their weaknesses may include self-involvement and criminality. Among the famous outlaws are Han Solo, Dean Moriarty, and Humbert Humbert. 

5. The Explorer: a character naturally driven to push boundaries and find what’s next. Their strengths: They are curious, driven, and motivated by self-improvement. They are weak in that they are restless, unreliable, and never satisfied. Famous explorers include Odysseus, Sal Paradise, and Huckleberry Finn. 

6. The Sage: a wise figure with knowledge for those who inquire. Strengths of the sage include wisdom, experience, and insight. In terms of weakness, the sage may be overly cautious and hesitant to actually join the action. A few famous sages: Athena, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Hannibal Lecter (an evil sage). 

7. The Innocent: a morally pure character, often a child, whose only intentions are good. Their strengths range from morality to kindness to sincerity. Their weaknesses start with being vulnerable, naive, and minimally skilled. Famous innocents are Tiny Tim, Lennie Small, Cio-Cio-San. 

8. The Creator: a motivated visionary who creates art or structures during the narrative. Their strengths include creativity, willpower, and conviction. Their weaknesses include self-involvement, single-mindedness, and lack of practical skills. Famous creators include Zeus, Dr. Emmett Brown, and Dr. Moreau. 

9. The Ruler: a character with legal or emotional power over others. The ruler’s strengths include omnipotence, status, and resources. Their weaknesses include aloofness, being disliked by others, and always seeming out of touch. Famous rulers include Creon, King Lear, and Huck Finn’s Aunt Sally. 

10. The Caregiver: a character who continually supports others and makes sacrifices on their behalf. Among their strengths, caregivers are honorable, selfless, and loyal. Among their weaknesses, they lack personal ambition or leadership. Sometimes they even lack self worth. Famous caregivers include Dolly Oblonsky, Calpurnia, and Samwell Tarly. 

11. The Everyman: a relatable character who feel recognizable from daily life. When it comes to strengths, they are grounded, salt-of-the-earth, and relatable. In terms of weaknesses, they typically lack special powers and are often unprepared for what’s to come. Famous everymen: Bilbo Baggins, Leopold Bloom, Leslie Knope. 

12. The Jester: an intentionally funny character who provides comic relief but may also speak important truths. Strengths include the ability to be funny, disarming, and insightful. Weaknesses include the capacity to be obnoxious and superficial. Famous jesters range from Sir John Falstaff to King Lear’s Fool to George’s parents in Seinfeld.

[littlespacereader]

hai! saw that you write for hannibal, could u do headcannons of him with a baby regressor reader?(i'll lead the details to u ofc i'll read anything u write!♡) i feel like he would be the most gentlest cg ever!!

A Hannibal request!! You have no idea how excited I was to write this! I’ve always felt Hannibal would be the sweetest and gentlest Caregiver ever just like you said! Definitely gonna have to make a Will one or a Hannibal and Will couple one after this. If that’s something you want to see let me know! With that being said, please enjoy!

Caregiver! Hannibal Lector Headcannons (Sfw)

Tw - (I’m making him not the criminal he is in the show so no cannibalism at all), mentions of diapers, mentions of pacifier.

After looking over his sister when he was younger he knows perfectly how to be the gentlest and softest Caregiver anyone has ever known.

He is all for his little one. He says he doesn’t spoil them…but of course he does.

He NEVER judges his little ones needs. You want a pacifier? Of course! You want to wear diapers? He’s all for it. Whatever you want or need he’s all for it. Never once judging you or seeing you differently. He loves you unconditionally.

He takes them with him everywhere, to the opera, to his office, but he also loves to take you out on little outings like the museum or the aquarium.

While he is strict with his rules, he’s also a softie when it comes to his little one. The puppy dog eyes are his weakness.

But when he does have to correct his little one he NEVER raises his voice. He calmly explains what they did wrong and what they should do instead next time.

He LOVES having his little one in their high chair in the kitchen with him while he cooks.

He ABSOLUTELY DIES when his little one wants to help him out with the cooking. He makes sure their utensils are safe, or he just lets them mix the ingredients in. Always closely watching and making sure they’re safe.

He always sits across from you at the table. While he is very neat and clean when he eat, he doesn’t mind you making a mess eating. He just smiles at you, honored you love his cooking so much.

He’s always super gentle when it comes to bathtime. He gives the BEST head massage when he washes your hair. It never fails to put you in a sleep state.

He can never put his little one down. He LOVES to carry them around, cuddle them or gently rock them in his arms. There’s no better feeling to him than his little one sleeping in his arms with their head resting on his shoulder.

Such a protective papa bear.

He is such a show off too, always showing colleagues photos of his little one and/or bragging about them.

He loves to play hide and seek with his little one. “Now where did Y/n go? Are they under the couch? No not there. How about here! No, not there.” All while their little one giggles and watches him walk past their spot.

At night he always makes his younger Regressor a bottle and read them a story, and then another story, and then another until he knows they’re in a peaceful sleep.

He sometimes reads bedtime stories in his native language because he knows his little one loves to hear it, even if they don’t understand it.

If his little one gets hurt or sick he immediately switches into Doctor Dad mode. He is tending to their ever need and nurses them back to their healthy self.

While he keeps his and his little’s life very regimented, that all goes out the window when he meets Will Graham. Will brings a whole new life to his and his little’s life.

He makes sure to have a good balance of having alone time with his little and having time with him, Will and his little.

The three play a game called “Monster Hero” where one of them is the monster trying to get the little one and the other is the hero trying to protect them. The two swap the roles so one of them isn’t always the hero. The three run around Will’s big backyard chasing his little one around. And Hannibal’s little one absolutely adores this game!

You like little kisses here and there? Well he likes it more. He’s always giving little kisses to his little on their head or on their hand.

He loves to sketch pictures of you. He sees you as a work of art irl.

He also adores when the two of you draw together. Him with his sketch pad and you with your crayons.

If you color a picture or draw a picture for him he considers it art work worth of the museum. He makes such a big deal over his little artist! The fridge is running out of room with all his drawings.

He’s always praising them, letting them know how good of a job their doing or how proud he is of them.

When he drives them anywhere he always buckles them himself and makes them sit in the backseat. He can’t have his little one getting hurt sitting in the front seat now can he? Plus you’re too young for the front seat anyway.

Are you upset about something and start crying? He will always be there to comfort you. While he is a therapist he will never ever play that card on you. He’s your Caregiver first and foremost. But if you want advice or to talk to him he’s always available and there to listen.

Wherever you are with him he’s always holding your hand. He loved the comfort of having his little one close.

He would never admit it to anyone but his biggest fear is losing his little one. While he has a lot of people in his life, his little one is one of the few people who he truly cares about unconditionally. He’s his most vulnerable self around them.

If you guys want to see a Will Graham Headcannon or one with the both of them being Caregivers let me know:)

[natsuki-bakery]

˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ Agere One-shot !໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳

Summery : During snow time, Will's negative flashback caused him to age regress, and went finding comfort in Lecter's hugs and stories.

In a grand old mansion nestled amidst a snowy landscape. Will, feeling trapped by a past that kept haunting him in the present, find refuge in age regressing in a baby-state mind.

Drifting from Hannibal's bedroom, Will, now in a fragile state, ventured toward the warmth of the living room where Hannibal sat by the crackling fireplace, lost in his book. The soft glow cast dancing shadows across the room, created a haven from the wintry chill outside.

As Will entered, a flicker of concern shimmered in Hannibal's eyes, Noticing changes in his dear friend's behavior. Will's steps stumbled as he approached, his longing for comfort palpable.

"P-papa?" Will whispered, the term slipping effortlessly from his lips in this vulnerable state, seeking reassurance in the familiar role

Hannibal lowered his book, his keen gaze meeting Will's troubled eyes. Without a word, he extended a welcoming hand, inviting Will to draw nearer. Will, yearning for the nurturing touch, leaned into Hannibal's embrace, his tense shoulders relaxing under the gentle guidance of his caregiver.

In the safety of Hannibal's arms, Will found sanctuary. The rhythmic beat of Hannibal's heart, his soothing voice and warm hug comforted Will, calming his troubled mind.

Outside, snowflakes danced in a mesmerizing ballet, veiling the world in a serene hush. In their safe space by the crackling fire, Hannibal's devoted care helped Will heal from his trauma, finding comfort in their special connection.

In the tranquil ambiance of the living room, Hannibal held his precious close, cradling him gently as he whispered soothingly, "There, there, my dear Will. Dada's here. You're safe with me."

Feeling the weight of his caregiver's affectionate touch, Graham nestled closer, finding solace in the familiar embrace. Hannibal, with a tenderness that belied his usual demeanor, peppered the moment with affectionate pet names, "Sweet little one, my cherished pet. You're my special boy."

As the fire crackled in the background, Hannibal gently ran his fingers through Will's hair, his voice a soft murmur in the room. "Would you like Dada to read you a story, my darling? A story that takes us far from the past, to distant lands ?"

Meanwhile, in a corner of the room, Graham, struggling with regressing into a more infantile state of mind, sat; his expression mirroring the innocence of a child. His distant gaze fixated on toys strewn across the floor, his world confined to the simplicity of the present moment.

Hannibal's gaze shifted briefly to Will, observing his regression, whose fragile state required immediate attention. With an unwavering commitment to their well-being, Hannibal navigated the delicate balance of caring for both, offering solace and comfort in the unique ways each needed and started reading a book

[snubbubblle]

agere side blog | call me angel | adult | system | reg/dre age is 6-14

• not always child safe, but not nsfw

• my special interests are movies n horror

• i have caregivers in my system^^

• my fave media rn is: sonic-cu, psycho movies, the boys, batman, nbc hannibal, n scream movies

• i like drawing, writing, cooking, and yoga

• f/cg’s are:

- norma/n bates from the psycho franchise | #mother!

- doctor robotnik n agent stone from the scu | #lattelove

- hannibal lecter and will graham from nbc hannibal | #tendermoments

- mike ehrmantraut and saul goodman from the breaking bad universe | #fingerpaints & #saulgood

- black noir, MM n hughie from the boys show | #the babys

- aaron, josef, n sara from the creep movies | #peachfuzz

- father paul, sheriff hassan, and riley from midnight mass | #anangel

- bruno antony from strangers on a train | #crisscrossapplesauce

• i do not age regress often, this blog may go inactive for long periods of time

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• this blog will have warnings for swearing, horror/violence and other similar stuff under the tag #bigish

• this blog will have warnings for discourse and darker topics under #not small

dni; kink related agere, proship, nsfw blogs

[antlerchxrms]

I live in the space between the stars and the sky. (READ BEFORE INTERACTING.)

KATIE’S INTRO POST - SFW INTERACTION ONLY! Post interactions are from @antlerclxws !

Kate / Katie, 18 and up. Age regression Acc. Cannot guarantee there won’t be odd topics here; That’s just my warning! I think a lot of characters r comfort characters and project that regressor / cg title on them!

Current hyperfixation ; Interview with the Vampire and Hannibal! (And Wicked!)

Characters I am IRL ; Claudia De Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire), Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal), and Glinda Upland! (Wicked/All Medias)

I am primarily an age regressor! I often use fictional media to cope and thus turns characters into my cgs! But I am a caregiver sometimes and reblogs accordingly.

Fictional CGs are ; Louis De Pointe Du Lac and Lestat De Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire), Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham (Hannibal), Peter Parker (Spiderman and its medias), Elphaba Thropp and Fiyero Tigelaar (Wicked and its medias).

[vampmama]

save me caregiver Hannibal Lecter save me…

[peppermintquartz]

Eames finds himself extraordinarily nervous at the prospect of diving into Hannibal Lecter's mind.

He wasn't kidding when he told Arthur to stay out of it. The first time they were there and he took on the guise of Will Graham, Lecter recognized the wrongness of the dream too quickly for someone who isn't trained in the field. Add to that fact is Lecter's former profession as a psychiatrist and a surgeon, both requiring deep focus and understanding of people. Lecter doesn't only know how to fix people's minds and bodies, he knows how to break them too, if the notes they have on him are accurate.

They're now in sunny Miami, the Florida heat pressing down on them like a thick, damp quilt. Arthur, bless him, is still in his shirt and vest, but at least he's shed his jacket and put on his shades (Armani, very understated gunmetal silver frames with dark gray lenses). Meanwhile Eames has pulled on an obnoxiously loud shirt, bright green with pink flamingos holding piña coladas, over his white tank top. Arthur tells him to sit in the back seat and stay there with the PASIV. Eames tries his best Midwestern accent and Arthur stifles a chuckle, which means it's perfectly terrible.

Anyone observing them (there are two agents in a different vehicle which neither Eames nor Arthur acknowledge) will see a criminal of some standing with his underling or bodyguard pretending to be a harmless tourist with a hired driver. They make their way to Coconut Grove, Google Maps guiding them to the address of one Dr Frederick Chilton.

The person who opens the door eyes Eames suspiciously until he greets her in Spanish, and then they have a quick conversation while Arthur waits for the agents following them clears the house.

"Ignatia is Chilton's caregiver; his bodyguards are David and Phil - ¿Quién es ese de allí? - that's David. Gracias, señorita, muchas gracias." Eames takes off his ugly shirt and pulls on a paisley shirt that is, thankfully, less neon. "Chilton's expecting us but he tires quickly, and we must not shake hands with him as he's still recovering from skin graft surgery."

They've read up on his condition on the flight over so both men hide their shock well upon seeing Chilton in person. The man is a patchwork of skin tones, from head to presumably toes, and it is a testament to his will to live that keeps him still breathing.

"I hear," says Chilton once introductions are made, "that you. Have caught. Just half of. The Murder Husbands." He breathes hard, his face twitching with the effort, and goes on. "Will Graham. Will try to break him. Out."

"We know that is a risk, which is why we're trying to catch him first. Is there anything you can tell us about them?" Arthur asks. He keeps his eyes on Chilton's face, as if he's not so mutilated that the mere sight of him will give a child enough trauma for a lifetime.

Eames is trying to commit the garbled manner of speech to memory; the skin grafts will be hard to forge, especially since he'll have to make sure they don't shift about in a dream. It's easier to look at the wretched man by thinking of him as a challenge than as a victim.

Chilton makes a wet, gurgling sound; Ignatia pats him gently on the back. It's laughter, Eames realizes.

"This. Is all fun. And games. To them." Chilton inhales sharply again. "He's already. Watching you. Becoming you. And he'll know. Know you. Better than. Anyone else. Even yourself." Chilton gasps; they all pretend not to hear the rattling wheeze as he fights to keep breathing.

Finally Chilton relaxes. "Those bastards. Have their own plans. Will Graham will find. A way. To push you. Or. The one you care. Most about. To the wolves." What's left of his mouth chatters and twitches. "All to see. What you would do. And then. He'll use that. To break you."

"Will Graham is deeply empathetic."

"Doesn't. Make him. A good man." Chilton's left hand flops up to point at himself. See? See?

Eames thanks Chilton for his time and leads Arthur out with a hand at his elbow. They will need to find a secure location to discuss matters. However, as Eames leaves Chilton's place, he feels as though unfriendly eyes are on him, all the way to the car, all the way driving back to Midtown, all the way to the hotel room where it's clear it's just him and Arthur.

What will Will Graham do?