#female caregiver

[wlwcaregiver]

hi sweethearts ☁️

please remember that regression is okay even if you're having negative feelings. whether you're sad, stressed, angry, feeling icky, having bad thoughts, it's all okay

seeing littles on my feed feeling guilty about their regression when they're upset breaks my heart :(

i wish i could cuddle all of you and tell you that it's okay to be upset, its okay to regress with awful feelings and thoughts, its all okay and it's not your fault. please be gentle with yourselves & always know that you're not a bad person for regressing! never ever!

of course having big feelings is hard when you're small and it isn't necessarily "expected" of a little, but that's nothing you can control and that's okay! it's always ALWAYS okay <3

you deserve love and kindness regardless of the severity of your emotions and feelings. you're loved always always always 🩷

[kodaswrld]

hi sweet babies 🤍

please remember that regression is okay even if you're having negative feelings. whether you're sad, stressed, angry, feeling icky, or having bad thoughts, it's all okay!

seeing littles on my feed feeling guilty about their regression when they're upset breaks my heart: (

i wish i could cuddle all of you and tell you that it's okay to be upset, its okay to regress with awful feelings and thoughts, its all okay and it's not your fault. please be gentle with yourselves & always know that you're not a bad person for regressing! never ever!

of course having big feelings is hard when you're small and it isn't necessarily "expected" of a little, but that's nothing you can control and that's okay! it's always ALWAYS okay <3

you deserve love and kindness regardless of the severity of your emotions and feelings. you're loved always always always!!!

~ mama koda 🤍

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[naturesapphic]

hihi!! can you write agere cg!nat with a little who had an accident /nsxl

if not no worries 😄

Accident

Caregiver!natasha Romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, bathroom accident, diapers

It was early in the morning and you were still asleep while nat woke up and went to spar with Clint. The sunlight shines through the curtains and goes over your face, illuminating your features. You open your eyes and sit up in the bed confusion written all over your face. You wondered where Natasha was and why you felt smaller than usual.

Usually your age regression age determines but it seems like today is one of those days that your age is lower than you are used to. You felt yourself needing to use the bathroom but for some reason your brain wasn’t working right and you had a accident in the bed. You felt yourself get wet by your own accident and with Natasha no where to be found you start to cry.

Friday heard your cries and reported it to Natasha immediately as she was still sparring with Clint in the gym. She heard Friday and told Clint that they can resume tomorrow and bolted towards y’all’s shared room. She went into the room to find you in the bed crying and squirming around.

She lifted the covers and found out why you are so upset and immediately lifted you into her arms. She carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet seat as she starts a nice warm bath for you. After she got the bath ready she picked you up again and placed you in the bath.

Natasha started to wash your hair and body and put a bunch of bubbles in the bath. When you saw the bubbles you started to giggle and play with them. “You go ahead and play some babygirl, I’m gonna clean the bed. I’ll be right back okay angel?” Natasha said as she leaned over and kissed your forehead.

You nodded your head in understanding and continued to play with your bubbles and toys as Natasha went out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She stripped the bed and put the sheets and everything into the washer. As everything was washing, she put one of her big sweatshirts into the dryer to make it warm for you when you get out of the tub.

She went back to check on you and saw that you were still playing with your toys. She went back to where the washing machine was and took the sheets out and put them in the dryer. She took out the sweatshirt and laid it out on the mattress. Natasha went back in the bathroom and told you it was time to get out.

You pouted and whined, not wanting to get out just yet but Natasha raised her eyebrow and gave you THE look and you immediately stopped whining. Natasha bent down and lifted you up in her arms and started to dry you off with your fluffy towel. In some spots you were ticklish so while she was trying to get you dry, you started giggling which caused your mommy’s heart to skip a beat.

“Okay pumpkin. Let’s get you dressed. I warmed up my sweatshirt that you love to wear.” She said as a big smile came upon your lips, showing her your excitement. Natasha walked into the bedroom and helped you get dressed. She helped you put on the sweatshirt and decided to put a diaper in for you just in case. “What a good girl. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll fix you your favorite breakfast okay angel?” Natasha said and you nodded your head fast which made her chuckle. No matter what you did or how embarrassing it is, Natasha will always love you and never make you feel bad about anything.

A/n: I didn’t know how to end this but I hope the anon enjoys it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/wandamaximoffsbadgirl/753134472154791936?source=share

what do you say abouttt caregiver!Wanda comforting little!reader after a nightmare?

The Monster's Gone

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x little!gn!reader

Summary: You have a nightmare, but it's okay, Mama is here.

Word Count: 545

Warnings: age regression, mentions of nightmare, a comfort fic

Authors Notes: I've written Mommy Wanda before but not in a situation like this of just caring for her little like this and I enjoyed it

Wanda stirred awake when she heard the muffled whimpers coming from your side of the bed. She immediately knew what had happened. You had another nightmare, and even in your early twenties, these moments still brought out your little side, the part of you that needed comfort and care.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here, Mama’s here." Wanda whispered softly, pulling you close. Her touch was gentle, a comforting presence that began to soothe the lingering fears from your dream.

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to her, your body shaking slightly. "It was so scary, Mama," you managed to say, your voice small and trembling.

"I know, dorogoya," she cooed, rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. "But it was just a bad dream. It can't hurt you. Mama’s right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Wanda gently guided you to sit up, reaching for the soft, fleece blanket at the foot of the bed. She wrapped it around your shoulders, cocooning you in its warmth. "How about we get you some warm milk? Would that help?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern and love.

You nodded, still feeling the residual fear from the nightmare, but knowing that Wanda's presence was already making things better. She picked you up and brought you to the kitchen. Once there she set you down, but kept an arm around you the whole time, her touch a constant reminder that you were safe.

While the milk was warming on the stove, Wanda stood in front of you, holding your face in her hands softly. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently. "Sometimes it helps to get it out."

You shook your head, feeling the tears welling up again. "Just want to be close to you Mama," you whispered.

Wanda smiled softly and stood up to press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, little one," she promised.

The warm milk was ready soon, and she poured it into one of your sippy cups, adding a touch of honey just the way you liked it. She handed it to you carefully, and you took a sip, the warmth spreading through your chest and helping to calm your racing heart.

Once you finished, Wanda led you back to the living room, where she had set up a cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. She settled in beside you, pulling you close so you could rest your head on her shoulder. "Let's watch something light and fun," she suggested, grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite animated movie.

As the familiar scenes played out on the screen, Wanda's hand continued to stroke your hair, her presence a constant source of comfort. Gradually, the fear from the nightmare began to fade, replaced by the security and love that Wanda always made sure you felt.

"Feeling better, Lyubov’?" she asked after a while, glancing down at you.

You nodded, snuggling closer to her. "Yeah, much better. Thank you, Mama."

She smiled, kissing the top of your head. "Anything for you, my little one. Now, let's enjoy the movie, okay?"

With Wanda by your side, the rest of the night passed peacefully, the nightmare a distant memory in the face of her unwavering care and love.

[littlereaderxfandoms]

L.B.L.

Request (by @spencers-bookworm): Hi! I seen you wanting requests so what about spencer x bau!reader were reader has a bad day at work and ends up hiding and regressing in a storage cupboard or something. Spencer comes and finds them, comforts them and takes them home to have some much needed caregiver and regressor time.

I also just want to say I love your blog so far and really appreciate what you're writing as I feel there's never enough x reader age regression fics.

Little!reader x CG!Spencer (+ BAU team + precinct people)

Summary: Your day goes horribly horribly wrong and Spencer has to intervene.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (?)

Length: Around 1k

Nothing was going right. First, you spilled your coffee all over your white cotton shirt. Then, you found out that you forgot your go bag at home. Then, you had to borrow a shirt from Morgan because none of the ladies were in yet, and nor was Spencer, which was very embarrassing. And then, you got a stern scolding from Hotch for forgetting your go bag at home when you needed to immediately leave for an urgent case where even the briefing would happen on the plane. If that wasn’t bad enough, the other detectives and police officers at the precinct were picking on you whenever you were alone.

It was no surprise that you broke down. And it was especially no surprise to Spencer because he knew that you haven’t had the chance to regress in quite a while. So when he got back from the latest crime scene and Emily told him that you were in the storage closet because you needed some space, he knew he had to intervene.

You looked up with teary eyes and called out when you heard the door to the storage closet being turned, “I’ll be out in a second!”

“Sweetheart,” Spencer spoke, seeing as the closet was locked, ”can you let me in please?”

You sniffled as you thought for a second before shuffling forward to open the lock, letting Spencer open the door as you sat back, barely able to hold in your tears and sobs.

“Oh darling…” Spencer quickly locked the door behind him, sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“Daddy…” Your voice cracked as you whispered before letting go and sobbing into Spencer’s chest, clinging to him.

Spencer shushed you lightly, letting you cry, and held you close. Once you calmed down to just sniffles, he pulled back a little to look at you, gently wiping the last of the tears away.

“Better?” Spencer whispered, prompting you to nod in response, not wanting to speak. “Come on, let’s get you to the hotel.”

You whined lightly at that, standing up with him. “Still have work…”

“Baby, I’ll talk to Hotch. We are taking an LBL.” Spencer unlocked the door, ignoring your whines and protests against taking the leave.

In your entire 2 years at the BAU, you have made sure to always be prepared and make sure to take regular regression breaks so that you don’t ever have to utilize a Little Breakdown Leave. To you, they are just embarrassing. These leaves are designed to help littles and caregivers take a leave from work in case the little has a breakdown before or at work. While you always tried to be nice and helpful to those at the office who have had to use them, you never really got over how it felt embarrassing for you to be having a breakdown.

Hotch was quick to approve it, letting Spencer drag you back to the car and to the hotel against your wishes to keep working.

“Why don’t you want to just take the leave? It doesn’t have to be embarrassing sweetheart.” Spencer held your hand softly as you sniffled at your protests being ignored.

“But it is! Especially when you are already considered dumb by others!” You exclaimed angrily. You didn’t want the detectives and police officers at the precinct to think that they were right about you not being able to work because you were a little.

“Excuse me?” Spencer looked surprised. “Who said you are dumb?”

“The detectives and the officers at the precinct…” You mumbled, already feeling worse at just thinking that. You didn’t notice Spencer clenching his jaw in anger as you looked out the window.

“Listen up baby.” You looked at Spencer with wide eyes, a little surprised by the stern tone. “Nobody, and I mean nobody has the right to call you dumb. You are smart, strong, brave, and everything that those stupid men aren’t. Just because you are a little, doesn’t mean that you aren’t all those things. You hear me?”

You nodded before realizing you needed to speak up, “Yes daddy…”

“You don’t get to do that either. You don’t get to talk down to my baby. Capiche?” Spencer glanced at you, holding your hand in a tight, comforting grip, making you smile.

“Yes daddy.”

Spencer kissed your cheek once he parked the car. “I love you, sweetie. Remember that and the fact that you are better than every single officer and detective we had in the precinct today.”

You smiled a little, feeling better but still not the best. But you knew that it would take time to get over their words. You were more sensitive than most littles in the bureau, so Spencer too knew that it would take some time before you felt confident again. He remembered the amount of time it took him and the team to get you out of your shell and see your confidence.

Spencer took you back to your room, helping you get a bath. An hour later, you were both comfortably cuddling on the bed, watching a movie as Spencer fed you mac and cheese with chicken nuggets and fries.

Having had the time to regress and recharge that night, you came into the precinct feeling much better than the day before. The pep talk you got from Spencer also helped you a lot with regaining your confidence, at least around your team.

It also seemed that Hotch must have had a talk with the detectives and officers as they didn’t make any more comments around you, whether you were alone or not. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where the others had been stuck the day prior and help solve the case on the very same day, proving to the detectives and officers just how valuable you actually were.

It was safe to say that you had much of your confidence back by the time you got on the jet to get back home.

[fandoms--fluff]

Similar to caregivers Kol and Davina could you do one for Hayley and Elijah with a little reader? Xx

Caregivers Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson Headcannons

Little female reader x Caregivers Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings: None

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Hayley would be Mama

Elijah would be Daddy

They would be the most protective people you've ever met

Will always make sure you're safe and happy

Hayley would be the more cuddly and soft one

She could cuddle with you for hours and not get bored

^Elijah has many pictures of you two cuddled on the couch on their bed

You love being carried around by your Daddy

And playing with his tie>>>

Hayley would definitely sing you lullabies before bed

When you're upset, your Daddy or Mama will pick you up and rock you while they walk around the room

They always know what to do to make you feel better

Hayley loves feeding you your bottles, having you cradled in her lap while she runs her hand through your hair

You love giving kisses to your Mama and Daddy's noses

Clinging to your daddy in the morning>>

You love seeing your Mama in her wolf form

She's always so gentle with her while she's a wolf

Elijah doesn't like you seeing his vampire face

He doesn't want to scare you

He would feel tremendous guilt over it if he ever scares you. He never wants to be like Mikael was.

You once got into your Mama's makeup and convinced your Daddy to let you give him a makeover

^Hayley has a lot of incriminating evidence

You love it when your Aunt Rebekah and your Mama take you out for a girls day

You'd love cuddling with your blanky and then going over to them and cuddling up with them as well

[teddy-the-sunshine-bear]

Cg Alcina Dimitrescu board! :D the doll is made by Donna 🥰

I still don’t like horror or want this blog to have horror themes I’m just hyperfixating on some resident evil characters and their soft sides :)

[siswritesyanderes]

Quite frankly, I love mothering people, so I don't mind being the mother of alec and Jane too much.

They would both be clingy and demanding, but well-meaning. If you play dinosaur with them and watch cartoons with them and tell them you love them, they will treat you well. The main problem areas and quirks are:

If you're human, they will try to make you human food for Mother's Day/Father's Day/your birthday/just to be nice, and they do not know how. They genuinely might bring you a tray with just raw egg yolks in a bowl, a raw potato cut in three pieces, and a fork. It's not even that they earnestly think that's anything like a meal you would make; they know it's not quite right, but they don't really make food so you'll eat it. They do it so you know they care.

Again, demanding. They want constant validation and proof of love. Alec will be sitting with you like, "Do you love us? And are we your favorite people in the whole world? And do you want to keep being our mom/dad/parent forever?"

They will torture people who make them jealous. If you smile at a kid in public, Jane will demand if you like them better than her. If you try to date or hang out with friends instead of playing dolls with them, they will hurt whoever you're trying to spend time with.

They will ask "Why?" about everything, even when they know the answer, just because they like making you explain things to them.

They will keep saying "Please?" until you agree to whatever they're asking for. (And they don't have to sleep, so you may as well get them the toy, or you will not rest tonight.)

There will be mandatory meetings with Aro where he tells you to tell them things he wants them to think or do.

[marsthebabie]

Cuddles

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Y/N's pov

I jolt awake from a nightmare ans automatically start crying for my mommy. I soon remember that mommy is away on a mission. I want mommy so much. I hope mommy isn't dead, because she died in my dream and I couldn't live without my mommy. I continue to cry regardless if my mommy isn't here. The dream was so scary especially when it's about losing mommy. I curl up in a little ball and hug my stuffed bear Mr. Chubbs and sob into him. When someone bursts into the room. "Princess" She asks worriedly.

Nat's Pov

I'm currently on the quinn jet going home to the tower. I'm so excited to see my little one. I can't wait to have her in my arms again. I know she's safe in the tower but I know that Y/N is safer in my arms. The quinn jet lands and I'm the first one out. I head into the common room and say hi to everyone. I see everyone except Y/N. "Guys where's Y/N" I ask. "She's in her room" Steve replies. I nod and get into the elevator. "Miss Romanoff, miss L/N appears to be is distress" Friday informs me. I start to panic and I run straight to our shared room. "Princess" I ask worriedly.

Y/N's Pov

I look up and it's mommy! I get up and run to her instantly wrapping my arms around her and sobbing into her chest. "Aw honey. What's wrong" she asks. "I had dad dweam chu were dead" I say sobbing harder. "Oh baby my sweet girl. It's only a dream. I'm right her hun" She says soothingly. She shuts the door and strips her suit and picks me up and carries me to the bed. She holds me in the fetal position and rocks me back and forth. "Shhh honey mommy's got you baby. I'm right here" She cooed. After A while my crying softens. My mommy brushes my hair out of my face and smiles warmly at me. "you okay bunny" mommy asks. I nod . She smiles and kisses my nose which makes me giggle. "How about some cuddles" She asks and I nod instantly.

Nat's Pov

I lean back into the bed and set my baby on top of me with her head on my chest. "Comfy baby"I ask and she nods. "Yes mommy" she answers. I sing and stroke her back so she falls asleep. When I see that she's asleep I soon fall asleep with my little one in my arms. All safe and sound.

Thanks for reading! Let me Know if you guys have any requests! Don't forget to check out my wattpad for other stories!

[wlwcaregiver]

little who cries at every inconvenience because of their heightened sensitivity

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carer who constantly comforts their little by letting them cry instead of telling them to stop and reassures them that it's okay to cry and to be emotional over little things

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | The Sandman - Dream x Listener SFW Calling To Dream When You're Regressed

[M4A] [Established platonic or romantic relationship] [Regression comfort (left vague as to whether it's age regression or pet regression)] [Left vague enough that the listener can you or Hob]

I'm so happy Dream was finally requested again, I love doing his voice so much, something about voicing him just makes me excited and perhaps gender euphoric. Based on a Patreon request. Not That Eli asked "I would love to see a Dream regression audio, whether little, or puppy, or kitten (hello, king of cats!)". AceofHearts asked"A regression audio with Dream 💞 I bet he could make the listener feel so small and safe if they were regressed in the Dreaming."

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[goldenstarprincesses]

ok ok I like and prefer older brother America

But i love and am obsessed with older sister America

[eddiessidegirl]

Small Moment

Summary: Reflecting on your relationship and cuddles with Eddie

Pairing: Caregiver!Eddie x little!reader

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog. This is a fluff piece, very self-indulgent. Mentions of CGl dynamic, use of pet names and feelings of insecurity. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 775

A/N: I’m sorry it’s short but I like how it turned out, and it’s where my headspace is right now. Please enjoy!

MetalheadMunson is typing…

You wondered what the two of you were going to talk about tonight, your subjects always varied. From music to movies and books and everything else in between. Eddie has messaged you first, noticed you 6 months ago in a subreddit for Hawkins; lamenting about the lack of anywhere good to eat and listen to real music. The two of you clicked instantly, and you’d become fast friends. It didn’t take long before you met in person, the local diner to be exact. From then on you talked day and night, in person and online. You learned he liked anything 80s metal and 90s grunge, Eddie tolerated your Taylor Swift and 80s synth preference, but secretly you think he enjoys it. Both of you love horror movies, many nights spent watching slashers and gory films cuddled up on the couch.

The only thing that had taken awhile for you to tell him is about how you coped with your trauma from childhood by regressing and doing childlike things like coloring, playing with stuffies and sleeping in your cute dinosaur PJs. Eddie came across your mountain of stuffies and the crayons one day after 4 months and asked about it. You’d been scared to tell him, worried he’d think less of you. But he didn’t. In fact he scooped you up and plopped down on your bed demanding you tell him everything. And you did, for 2 hours, he asked genuine questions and said he’d be willing to try, which he did ever so wonderfully.

Your screen dinged, taking you out of your thoughts.

‘Princess?’ This followed a few other messages from Eddie, tell you about a date he had planned and some more concerned ones when you hadn’t replied. ‘Earth to my little one’

You smiled, ‘m’here, sorry Daddy, got distracted…’

‘Need me to come over?’

‘Yes please’

Not 20 minutes later you could hear his van coming down your street. You’d changed into comfy clothes and met him at the door. Opening it before he could knock. His face beaming when he saw you. Large hands cupped your cheeks and placed small kisses on your forehead, nose tip followed by your lips. “Let’s go to the couch, munchkin, you can tell me what’s got my girl all preoccupied.”

Following behind him, you waited for his body to be on the cushion before making your way onto your ‘throne’ aka his lap and nestled in. His face nudged your neck, inclination for you to talk.

“I dunno. Just got in my head a little, thinking about us and how you put up with me and my…little-side” you’d always struggled with your self worth and why a guy like Eddie would wanna be with you. Women in town would kill to be with him. Especially since he was a few years older than your 25, 5 years to be exact, eddie being 30 meant women were throwing themselves at him trying to get the local bassist to settle down. But for some reason he picked you.

“Oh, sweetheart, baby…” he crooned softly, pressing kisses to your cheeks, soothing you by rubbing your forearm, “no, it’s ok I don’t ‘put up with you’. I’m with you because I love you and I wanna take care of you.” He rocked you side to side quietly shushing you, butterflies erupted in your tummy. “As for you being little, it’s what make you, you. You’re special and wonderful and it’s something I cherish about you. You trust me to take care of you.” His long hair tickled your cheeks as he nuzzled your face. “I couldn’t be happier to be your Daddy.”

One more kiss was pressed to your temple, your worries soothed for now. Warmth flooded through you, he always knew exactly what to say when you needed it. Now you had just one thing on your mind, “Daddy, can we watch Onward?”

“Of course, Princess, whatever you want.” With a light squeal and giggle, you settled into his chest, never even making it more than 30 minutes into the movie before you were sleeping in your protectors arms. He on the other hand was engrossed and happy just to be with you

“Of course, Princess, whatever you want.” With a light squeal and giggle, you settled into his chest, never even making it more than 30 minutes into the movie before you were sleeping in your protectors arm. He on the other hand was engrossed and happy just to be with you.

“Of course, Princess, whatever you want.” With a light squeal and giggle, you settled into his chest, never even making it more than 30 minutes into the movie before you were sleeping in your protectors arm. He on the other hand was engrossed and happy just to be with you.

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[knoepfl]

Hidden in the Shadows

23/24

Characters:

• Cole Mikaelson: The youngest Mikaelson sibling, known for his rebellious and dangerous nature. Cole often hides his vulnerability behind a mask of cocky arrogance and is a master of manipulation. Despite this, his complex emotions, layered with fear of weakness and control, reveal a side of him that is rarely seen.

• The Reader (Female): A woman of strength and calm, capable of seeing through Cole’s tough exterior. She’s been the one person he allows to see the softer, more vulnerable side of him. Intelligent, confident, and calm, she knows how to navigate Cole’s complex emotions and provides him with the support and care he desperately needs but is afraid to seek.

Trigger Warnings:

• Emotional Vulnerability: The story delves into emotional vulnerability, with Cole allowing himself to surrender control in a private, intimate setting.

• Power Dynamics: The theme explores trust and shifting power dynamics between the characters, where Cole’s usual position of control is inverted for a moment of care.

• Mature Content: The intimacy and closeness between the characters can be seen as suggestive, but the focus remains on emotional connection and vulnerability rather than explicit content.

• Manipulation/Control: Though not overt, Cole’s past tendencies toward manipulation and control are discussed and contrasted with his current emotional state. The internal conflict he experiences due to these tendencies is explored.

• Domestic Care: The narrative involves a tender care-taking dynamic, where one character takes care of the other, helping him unwind from emotional stress. This could be sensitive for those triggered by themes of caregiving and dependence.

Masterlist

Words: 2279

--- The grand ballroom of the Mikaelson estate was alive with music, laughter, and the soft clink of glasses as the party in full swing. Vampires, witches, and immortals of all sorts were mingling in their finest attire, the elegance of the night contrasting the dangerous undercurrents that ran just beneath the surface. It was an event to celebrate power—power, history, and dominance.

At the center of the crowd stood Cole Mikaelson, the younger brother of Klaus and Elijah, his usual smirk on his face as he surveyed the room. His presence commanded attention, his dark suit making him stand out among the sea of glittering attire. He moved through the crowd like he owned it, his charming smile disarming those who dared approach him.

But there was one thing that none of them knew. One thing that even his brothers were completely unaware of. He wasn’t alone.

A soft presence slipped into the ballroom, unnoticed by the bustling crowd. She was quiet, a contrast to the usual loud personalities that roamed the estate. The woman was elegant, dressed in a deep burgundy gown that clung to her frame, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her eyes, sharp and confident, scanned the room before landing on Cole.

Without hesitation, she moved through the crowd, her presence barely registering to those around her. When she reached Cole, she placed a gentle hand on his arm. His expression faltered for a brief moment before it returned to its usual smirk, though his eyes softened as he turned to face her.

"Care to dance?" she asked, her voice low but commanding, full of the quiet confidence that those who truly knew her could never mistake.

Cole, though a man who ruled over others with an iron grip, was different when it came to her. The usual cocky arrogance in his posture faded as he took her hand, leading her onto the floor with a fluid motion. His brothers, Klaus and Elijah, had no idea who she was, or how much she controlled his every move. To them, Cole was the wild, reckless Mikaelson brother. But to her? He was something entirely different—soft, almost fragile when it came to her care.

She led him gracefully into the dance, a rhythm that only the two of them seemed to understand. The world around them blurred as they moved, the music swirling in the background as if it were part of their private moment. Despite the way Cole stood tall and confident, his eyes never strayed from her. He was in complete silence, but the way he held her close spoke volumes.

He wasn't the one in control here.

She didn’t let go of his gaze as she spoke, her voice low enough only he could hear, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin.

He chuckled softly, though there was a glint of something deeper in his eyes, a look of rare vulnerability that only she would see. "You could say that," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. But despite the words, his eyes never left her. There was an unspoken trust between them—he would let her lead when it came to the two of them, but the rest of the world didn’t need to know that.

As they twirled across the floor, Klaus and Elijah, standing on the sidelines, took notice of the two. They’d never seen Cole dance like this, never seen him act so... different. Their eyes followed him curiously, but they didn’t recognize the woman with him. She was a mystery—a secret that Cole was keeping tightly under wraps.

"Who’s that?" Klaus muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched the pair.

Elijah, ever the more observant, kept his thoughts to himself, though the curiosity was evident in his gaze. He had known his brother for centuries, and yet this new side of Cole—this calmness, this trust—was something he had never seen before. He turned his gaze back to the floor, his thoughts racing. What was going on with Cole?

But none of that mattered to Cole. As he continued to dance with her, he felt her hands guide him in a way that made him feel... protected. It was something he didn’t often allow himself to feel, but with her, he was completely at ease. He didn’t have to fight for control. He didn’t have to be the dominant one. Here, in the quiet between their movements, he could let go.

It wasn’t weakness, not in his eyes. It was simply trust. A trust he couldn’t show to anyone else.

The dance eventually came to an end, but their closeness remained. Her hand lingered on his shoulder as they pulled apart slightly, but she didn’t let go. She wasn’t done with him yet.

"Is it time for them to know?" she asked softly, a knowing smile crossing her lips. Her gaze flicked over to Klaus and Elijah, who were still watching the two of them, suspicion building.

Cole’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer to her, his voice barely a whisper in her ear. "No. They can’t know. Not yet. I’m not letting them see me that way. Not weak. Not with them."

She chuckled softly, but there was no mockery in her laugh. "I don’t think it’s weakness, Cole. You just need someone you can trust. Someone who knows you, who sees you for who you really are."

He hesitated, his eyes flicking over to his brothers again. "Not yet," he repeated. "Let them think what they want. I’m not ready for them to see me like this."

She nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. She wouldn’t push him. Not now, not when he wasn’t ready.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, standing in the midst of the ball, away from the prying eyes of the guests. Cole’s brothers may never know the real truth behind their bond, and that was how he wanted it for now. But she knew the truth. And in the silence between them, that was all that mattered.

"I’ll be here," she whispered, a soft promise, as the music continued to play in the background.

And Cole? He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that was only for her.

"Always."

---

The night seemed to stretch on as Cole and his girlfriend walked away from the prying eyes of his brothers, the weight of their suspicion hanging heavy in the air. Their footsteps were silent in the grand halls of the mansion, the distant sounds of the party growing fainter the further they moved. Soon, they reached a private room tucked away from the hustle and bustle, an oasis of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos of the night.

The door clicked shut behind them, and in an instant, the walls seemed to close in around them. Cole exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable as he ran a hand through his dark hair. His usual mask of indifference seemed to slip, revealing a vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see.

She stepped toward him, her presence a calming force. His eyes followed her every movement, though he said nothing at first. There was a tension in the air, but it wasn’t the kind that came from confrontation. It was something deeper, something between them that neither of them could quite name yet.

"Relax," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. She moved closer, her fingers brushing against the lapels of his suit jacket. "You don’t have to pretend to be in control here. Not with me."

Cole’s lips pressed together, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with himself. His usual bravado was faltering, but he didn’t want to show it. Not to her. Not in this moment.

"You know I can’t just... let go," he muttered, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Not even with you."

She smiled softly, understanding the battle raging inside him. He was a Mikaelson—a creature of pride and power, someone who had never known the feeling of truly being cared for, let alone the luxury of surrendering control. But she could see the cracks in his armor, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched in quiet moments like these.

She gently cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing across the stubble on his jaw. "I know. But sometimes, it’s okay to let me take care of you. You don’t always have to be the strong one. Let me help you unwind."

Cole’s eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and something else—something deeper, more primal. He was used to being the one in charge, used to controlling every aspect of his life. But with her... there was a part of him, a part he didn’t want to admit, that craved the release she offered.

Her hands slid down to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his jacket, her fingers gliding over his skin as if she knew exactly where to touch, where to apply pressure to ease the tension that coiled inside him. His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t.

"You always think you have to do everything yourself," she whispered as she helped him out of his jacket, her movements deliberate and gentle. "But you don’t. Not with me."

She guided him to a nearby armchair, urging him to sit. Cole hesitated for a moment, his eyes dark with conflict, but eventually, he relented, sinking into the plush seat. He watched her as she moved around the room, her presence filling the space with an undeniable warmth. She was calm, collected, but there was a quiet strength in the way she carried herself, a strength that balanced his own.

She returned to him, kneeling before him as she removed his shoes, her touch tender yet purposeful. Cole’s gaze softened as he allowed her to take care of him, his usual pride slowly fading away. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched with the effort of holding it all in.

"You carry so much," she murmured, her voice soothing. "Let me help you let go."

His eyes flickered with something that could have been vulnerability, but before he could speak, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gently began to massage the knots of stress that had built up there. Cole let out a low sigh, his muscles relaxing under her touch. It was rare for him to feel this kind of release, this kind of care.

For the first time in a long while, Cole let himself close his eyes, allowing himself to just exist in the moment. He wasn’t the powerful, feared Mikaelson. He wasn’t the scheming, manipulative villain. In this room, with her, he was just a man—someone who was allowed to be cared for, to let go of the constant pressure that weighed on him.

Her fingers worked expertly, kneading the tension from his back, her touch slow and deliberate, each movement designed to ease his mind and body. She could feel his breathing steadying, the tension in his body unwinding, piece by piece.

Cole let out another breath, quieter this time, his lips slightly parted as his gaze shifted toward her. "You’re making it hard for me to pretend," he said softly, the words hanging between them.

She looked up at him, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good," she whispered. "You don’t have to pretend with me."

As the minutes passed, the room grew warmer, the air thick with the intimacy of the moment. She continued her soothing touch, her hands moving lower along his spine, massaging away the weight of his responsibilities, of his past, of the constant demands of being Cole Mikaelson.

Cole’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, as if he were still unsure of the softness he was experiencing. He wanted to push it away, to retreat back into the hard shell he had built around himself, but something in her eyes, something in the way she was so completely at ease with him, made him stay.

She met his gaze, her hands pausing for a moment. "You don’t always have to be the one in charge, Cole," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re allowed to let someone else take care of you, to take care of us."

The words lingered in the air, and for the first time in a long while, Cole allowed himself to believe them. He had been so afraid of weakness, so afraid of losing control, but with her, he could feel that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let go.

Without saying another word, he leaned forward, his lips pressing against hers in a soft, almost tentative kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—one that conveyed all the things they hadn’t said, all the feelings they hadn’t yet voiced.

As they pulled apart, Cole rested his forehead against hers, his breathing still slow and steady. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, her hand gently brushing through his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands. "You don’t have to thank me, Cole. I’ll always be here, taking care of you. No pretenses, no games. Just us."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Cole allowed himself to believe it. With her by his side, he didn’t have to be the villain. He didn’t have to be the cold, calculated Mikaelson. He could just be Cole, the man who was loved, even in his most vulnerable moments. ---

[z0mbride]

everyday my job at a nursing facility pushes me towards smoking

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