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Regressor!Izuku Midoriya x Caregiver!Katsuki Bakugo

Echoes of SHIMMER---Chapter One

This is an idea that came to me after watching Arcane and then watching MHA Season 1 for the first time. I was already familiar with some of the characters, having seen them in artworks before, but then I started the season and I feel obliged to create agere content following it.

This AU ultimately remains the same except for the fact regressors are known and the incorporation of Arcane subplots/plot devices.

@egotank I adhered, I've tagged you my interpretation of the request!

You don't have to know about Arcane to read this story, the main concept is explained this first chapter!

CONTENT WARNING:

Drug Usage and Addiction [Shimmer]

Physical and Mental Health deterioration [effects from Shimmer and Izuku's struggles]

Bullying and Judgement [Katsuki's nicknames for others and lack of understanding to those desperate for Shimmer]

Emotional Distress, Fear, Trauma, and PTSD [Izuku doesn't want Katsuki injured and Izuku's history with Shimmer]

Conflict and Aggression [Verbal altercation between Katsuki and Kyoka]

Vulgar Language [Swearing will be involved]

If there are any other warnings you believe should be on this list, please let me know! I want to make sure people know what they are delving into.

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In a world filled with superheroes patrolling the streets and age-regression a common worldwide phenomenon, one might expect a society built on empathy and protection—a world safer and kinder than any before it. However, reality rarely aligns with expectations. The existence of quirks created new heights of power but also depths of inequality, and age-regression, despite the understanding of vulnerability, did not receive universal compassion. Those who regress were often met with mixed reactions between support and judgment, treated as either fragile treasures or burdens to be managed.

The belief that these powers and systems would create an entirely safe world proved naïve. Not all heroes were as noble as they appeared, the promise of safety a lie upon the power-hungry outbursts. While heroes were busy protecting civilians and teaching teenagers to become pro heroes, a dangerous, covert industry thrived in the shadows of poorer districts—Shimmer, a synthetic drug designed to grant superhuman abilities, usually at a devastating cost, was produced and sold in hushed corners, preying on those forgotten, quirkless, or surviving in poverty.

The underground Shimmer trade was meant to be a forgotten part of Izuku Midoriya's past—a nightmare buried beneath layers of fear and silence. However, has anything gone right in his life? Whispers of the drug had begun circulating again, murmurs of its reappearance in districts not far from U.A. High School. What had once been a desperate attempt to grant power to the powerless had evolved into a thriving illicit market. News reports spoke of sudden surges of crime, with suspects displaying unnatural physical abilities with bulging purple veins.

At U.A., Principal Nezu informed the teachers to warn the students about the circulation of Shimmer and recommend them to remain on campus grounds and stay alert with a group if they decide to venture. Aizawa wasn't impressed, more asleep than anything against Yamada from patrolling the previous night. A quick and cheerful goodbye from Yamada made him sigh as he begrudgingly walked to his classroom.

The classroom was unusually silent, a tension hanging in the air as Aizawa entered the room. He knew that the students of the academy knew about the recent revelation of Shimmer. His tired eyes swept over the students, ensuring he had their attention bar the exception of a few regressors doing their own thing. He sighed before speaking.

"Listen up," he began, his voice low and firm. "There's been an increase in activity related to a substance called Shimmer. I'm sure some of you have heard rumours about it, but let me make this clear—it's not just another street drug. It's a synthetic substance that grants superhuman abilities to anyone, quirked or quirkless, for a limited time. The cost? Your body, your sanity, or your life."

The students exchanged uneasy glances, murmurs rippling through the room. It was obvious they were more nervous than before. Aizawa held up a hand, effectively silencing them.

"Shimmer isn't new," he continued. "It's been around for decades, circulating in the black market and evolving, preying on the desperate—those who feel powerless in a society built around quirks. The recent cause for concern is that recent reports suggest its making it's way into areas where it hasn't been seen before, including ones close to U.A. Some of you may think this doesn't concern you. You're wrong."

Aizawa's gaze sharpened, narrowing his eyes as his tone turned colder. "Villains have used Shimmer to enhance their abilities, and even civilians, primarily those quirkless, have turned to it. The consequences are catastrophic. Enhanced strength, speed, or quirks might seem like an easy solution, but the drug destroys you from the inside out. Organs fail, tumor growths on the body, minds break, and for most users, there's no coming back."

Katsuki snorted from his seat, rolling his eyes as he leaned back against his seat with his arms crossed. "Sounds like it really only affects the quirkless losers trying to find shortcuts into becoming a hero." He looked at Izuku, who was sitting at his desk playing with his fingers nervously while staring fearfully at Aizawa. He sneered at him and looked back to the front. "Damn wannabes.."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed at him. "And should one of those prescribed 'losers' attack someone you care about while hopped up on Shimmer? Or perhaps a friend turns to it, believing there are no alternative options? Power doesn't make people immune to desperation, Bakugo. You'd do well to remember that."

He sighed while the room fell silent, Katsuki grumbling to himself as he remained quiet.

"Shimmer isn't just a threat because of the people who use it. It's because of what it represents," Aizawa continued. "The gaps in society—the cracks people fall through when quirks don't solve their problems. You're training to be heroes, and that means protecting everyone, not just those who fit into neat little categories. This isn't just a lesson; it's a warning. Stay vigilant. If you see or hear anything related or involving Shimmer, report it immediately. That last thing we need is one of your asses getting involved and suffering from it. That's all for now, I'll be back, I have to report this back to Principal Nezu."

Upon the conclusion of Aizawa's speech, the room buzzed with hushed voices. However, Izuku sat rigid in his chair, his hands trembling slightly before he clambered underneath his desk. It was common for him to hide whenever he regressed, the class and Aizawa had learnt that pretty early on. It never stopped Aizawa from being concerned and attempting to speak to him about his fear. He pulled his legs up to his chest, burrowing his head into them to escape the reality that Shimmer had been revived from the dead. His eyes flickered between green and purple as he whimpered quietly to himself, hoping none of his other classmates heard him.

As Aizawa disappeared from the room, the tension and curiosity lingered like a fog. Most of the class huddled into small groups, whispering about the Shimmer and its potential dangers, sharing their own thoughts about the drug. Katsuki, however, remained in his seat, an irritated scowl plastered on his face.

"It's just a damn drug," he muttered, loud enough for a few people to overhear. "Weaklings use it because they're too pathetic to get strong on their own and the quirkless want to replicate a quirk for themselves."

Kyoka, who had been leaning on her desk and chatting with Mina, turned her head sharply. "You're unbelievable, Bakugo. Did you not hear what Aizawa just said? It's not just about the people using it, it's what pushes them to that point."

Katsuki snorted, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Oh, I heard it loud and clear. It doesn't change the fact that anyone who takes it is just asking for their own destruction. If they're too weak and useless to handle life without shortcuts, that's on them."

"That's rich coming from someone who acts like being strong is the only thing that matters. Not everyone has the same advantages as you, Bakugo. You have a powerful quirk that can protect you from so much, what about the people who don't?" Kyoka replied, straightening up, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

The room went quiet, the other students turning to watch the brewing argument. Kirishima noticed Izuku's trembling figure underneath the desk, watching the argument with fear. "Guys... maybe you should knock it off," He interjected, trying to de-escalate the situation. "This isn't the time to be arguing, you're scari—"

"Stay out of it, Shitty Hair!" Katsuki barked, standing abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "You think I don't get it? You think I've had everything handed to me? I've worked for every damn thing I've got, and I'm not gonna sit here and pretend like people who take the easy way out deserve sympathy!"

Kyoka didn't back down, stepping closer to him. "It's not about sympathy, it's about understanding! Not everyone has the luxury of working their way up like you did. Some people are desperate, some don't see another way!"

The two were nose-to-nose now, voices rising with every word. Around them, the class murmured nervously, some suggesting to find Aizawa.

"What, you think I'm supposed to feel sorry for them? For people who screw themselves over and then cry about it?" Katsuki glared, his gaze fixed on Kyoka who had the same amount of fiery determination and passion.

"Maybe you should!" Kyoka shot back. "Maybe if you stop acting like the whole world is some contest, you'd actually understand what Aizawa was talking about!"

Underneath his desk, Izuku sat frozen. His heart pounded as the argument grew louder, the intensity of their voices forcing him to cover his ears. The flickering in his eyes started again—green to purple, purple to green—his mind breaking itself to understand the difference between his classmates and villains. The Shimmer had appeared and he was fighting for control that wouldn't come easily.

And then it happened. Katsuki's voice hit a sharp crescendo and Izuku moved without thinking. He scrambled from underneath the desk as he stood, his legs unsteady but his resolve ironclad;

Katsuki was in DANGER.

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This is adorable I love it so much ! 💗

Hello, hello! I recently just saw your regressor Peter board and couldn't help but ask if it's alright to request this:

Is it possible for me to request a collage board of Little!Peter Maximoff with Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr? A bit of a sleepy theme? I really do headcannon Peter to be somewhat different when he's regressed, he's a bit more of an eepy baby

It's okay if you're unable to do this but it's definitely a question I wanted to ask!

Absolutely! 😊 That's so cute, Dadneto n sleepy lil Peter 🥺 I hope ya like it!

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Headcanon: Peter really likes copying what Erik wears on a daily basis.

It wasn't unknown to everyone in the mansion that Peter was Erik's regressor. It was difficult to miss unless you were blind. The boy was constantly following the metal-bender whether or not the man wanted it, always tugging on his clothes or holding his hand. A lot of the time Erik would be dressed in a flannel shirt with a vest, pants and a watch, which Peter seemingly managed to always steal off the other. On the other hand, Peter was commonly seen in a shirt and shorts, more than happy to have the air against his skin.

"Charles, have you seen Peter by any chance?" Erik questioned one day, his eyes furrowed with concern. He had been searching for his boy all afternoon but he couldn't find him anywhere. "He's not in any of his usual spots." It wasn't unusual for Peter to search the mansion with its vast grounds and rooms, but he never went more than a room over as he always wanted Erik nearby.

"Is he not? That's unusual, I haven't a clue where he may be, perhaps you should ask Raven? She gets along well with Peter when he's regressed, he loves their adventures when he's being babysat." Charles replied, although it was clear he was equally concerned about Peter's whereabouts. The boy never strayed far from his caregiver.

Erik just nodded before leaving the room in search of Raven. He spent no time in searching for the shapeshifter, urgently checking around the mansion rooms before finding her in the kitchen. She was cooking something as she hummed a quiet tune to herself until she noticed Erik's presence. "Something you need Erik?" She raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

"Have you perhaps seen Peter? I have been trying to locate his whereabouts all afternoon." He explained with urgency, watching Raven with hope and desperation. It's not that he didn't trust Peter to be safe, but the fear of potentially losing another child; everyone knew the looming dread Erik often felt whenever with a child or regressor.

Raven hummed looking back to the pan. "No need to stress old man, I saw him going upstairs with your watch again. He's most likely in your room or his room." She said before continuing. "Have you checked those two places or just the places you've known him to consistently be in?"

Erik breathed a sigh of relief at Raven's words, instinctively going to pat his wrist for the watch. Of course, it wasn't there which meant Peter had stolen it again. "That boy is going to be the death of me," He huffed although there was no malice behind his words. "Thank you."

Erik left, quickly making his way to the stairs and ascending up them to check Peter's room, praying the boy was in there. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the workout, but he would much rather having Peter in his sight. Opening the door after knocking gently, he peeked his head into the room, his eyes scanning the room. Unfortunately, the room laid as it had when Peter had last been in it while big. The stray piles of CD's and clothes thrown about with the odd stuffed toy remained as always.

With his heart beating faster than average, he made his way to his room, praying that the boy was in there. Without much warning he barged into his room, his eyes scanning the room before his eyes landed on his closet which was wide open. Clothes were strewn around on the floor as one was thrown onto the bed, and to seal the deal, his watch was laying on the bed.

"Peter?" He tentatively called out and in a split moment, Peter's head appeared from the closet. The boy suddenly grinned as he noticed his caregiver.

"Papa!" Peter happily called out upon seeing Erik. "Papa, I gots your watch 'gain, is on the bed, you sees it?" He asked, smiling innocently as though he hadn't disappeared for the past two hours. Erik sighed in relief, laughing quietly at Peter's question. He just nodded with a fond smile.

"Oh, Papa- Papa I-" He cut off as he rummaged around in the closet again before a noise that could only be described as Peter standing up. "I d'ess like you, see see!" Peter appeared from the closet clumsily, dressed similarly to how Erik does on a daily basis. He had managed to find a flannel shirt, vest, and pants, standing proudly in front of his caregiver.

"I see, you spent all afternoon in my closet, hm?" Erik questioned, his heart touched by Peter's regressed act of dressing up. When Peter eagerly nodded he smiled. "You're adorable.. dressing up exactly like Papa. You did such a good job as well, I'm very proud of you."

Peter trilled his lips, bouncing in his spot as Erik praised his efforts. He rushed over to Erik, clinging onto him as him as the man picked him up, stroking his hair and doting the boy with gentle kisses. The act was endearing and Erik silently wished he would be able to catch Peter dressing up in his clothes more frequently.

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Gosh, I really need some ideas for agere writing, what unique ideas does anyone have? I need some ideas!

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@ivyace I did indeed see you mention a regressor Charles and that I will attempt my very best!

Headcanon: Charles doesn't understand why he's in a wheelchair all of a sudden.

Before the whole Beach Incident, Charles regressed happily with Erik, always bouncing behind him with a grin. It didn't matter what the other man was doing, Charles would be trailing closely behind without a fuss before getting distracted by something and trying to tug Erik in the direction of that object. If they were outside, Erik knew that Charles had probably found a bug of some type. The boy would take the bug and declare it their new friend and go ask Hank about what it was. However, if they were inside, Charles typically found anything, usually something forgotten and hidden behind a table or bookshelf. He usually had an expression of triumph when he grabbed a particularly difficult item that had been wedged deep.

"Look what I found!" He would say, running up to Erik with whatever he had found, happily thrusting it in front of the other's face. "Is pretty, right? I foun' it behind the- the uh... the thing with the- that thing!" He'd usually give up trying to figure out where he had found it before pointing it out for Erik to piece together.

"I see." Erik would reply with a smile. "Is it going with your collection of special items you have found before?" Charles would always nod with an ecstatic squeal before leaving to put it away with the other things he had found. The excitement never waned and Erik wouldn't have it any other way.

Sometime after the Beach Incident when Charles and Erik had made-up and accepted the fact Charles would never walk again, did Charles accidentally regress. Unfortunately, the regressor didn't understand why he suddenly couldn't move his legs and had to stay in a wheelchair, his tears slipping down his face.

"Bu- W- Why can't I move my legs? What happened? Papa, please!" He cried, his face reddened as he pleaded with Erik to let him understand what happened. Erik could only stare with a sadness, how could he explain it without Charles fearing him? Charles had called him 'Papa' after-all, he couldn't reveal that he was the reason he couldn't walk anymore. "Papa, I wanna move! Papa, please!"

"Charles, you.. bigger you had an accident and now you have to use a wheelchair, okay?" He didn't exactly lie but it was enough that it didn't reveal him to be the reason. He wiped at Charles tears, gently cupping his face. "We can still have fun though, I promise. We can still go outside and play with the bugs, you can still explore the mansion." Erik explained, showing Charles that they could still do everything they had done before, but in a wheelchair.

"P'omise?" Charles hiccupped in response, trying to clear his tears from his face.

"I promise." Erik replied, looking gently into Charles' wide and teary eyes. "We can still have all the fun in the world even if you're in a wheelchair. Papa can even carry you if you want me to, I'm giving you special rights nobody else in the mansion will ever get." He smiled at Charles' eyes lighting up at the idea of Erik carrying him. Even regressed, he knew that Erik carrying anybody was as easy as finding a needle in a haystack. He was definitely going to use the opportunity absolutely anytime he wanted.

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Hi friend! Idk if you still want to do this or not but I would LOVE age regressor content for Erik Lehnsherr from X-Men (like, him as the regressor) and/or age regressor Charles Xavier

No pressure but just wanted to ask bc I saw your post!

Hullo hullo, now, I have barely any thoughts in regards to regressor Erik and Charles but I shall try and suffice!

Headcanon: Little! Erik is often nonverbal and can commonly be found hiding behind Charles.

Erik knew he regressed, after what he had been through it was obvious his mind decided to revert him mentally to an age filled with love, care, and safety. However, he was never able to indulge in his headspace due to his constant movement of hunting down the scientists who hurt him and millions of others. That was until he met Charles Xavier, the first ever mutant he encountered and learnt he wasn't the only one with a mutation. It was the first time he had felt love, care, and safety, all positive triggers to his regressions.

The first time he regressed with Charles, he remained silent, following the man around without much purpose other than to stay with him for protection. It didn't matter what the telepath was working on, he persisted in staying by his side, staying silent through the questioning and concerned looks directed his way by Charles.

"Erik? Are you quite alright?" Were the first words spoken by Charles when he regressed for the first time in his presence. Erik always remembered his first encounters with people, always preferring Charles' compared to others. Despite his lack of words and sudden clingy nature, Charles chalked it up to a particularly bad day where memories plagued the metal-bender's mind and the man wanted nothing more than comfort. "I see.. well, stay as you would like, I don't mind the company."

And then, it happened several times after that, with Erik finding Charles and clinging to his side despite the weird looks from the other members of the mansion. Charles had grown used to the behaviour, continuing with whatever activities he was doing, whether it was a light bit of reading, a particularly challenging puzzle, or simply working on paper-work for a reason Erik still doesn't quite grasp. "Hm... imagine you want to tell someone how many books you've listened to me read you, so you write it all down. Well, that's what I'm doing except with more boring things like a house and car. We use special papers to keep track of things so nobody forgets and everyone knows what's happening. Oh, you still don't understand, do you?"

Once Erik accidentally knocked over a vase and Raven had teased him that Charles wouldn't be happy with him and he would no longer be Charles' favourite anymore. He had held back tears as he listened to her words, unable to differentiate the difference between a joke and seriousness. He had gone and hid himself somewhere in the mansion, somewhere Charles wouldn't normally look as to avoid a scolding. It didn't matter though, Charles found him and frowned until he learnt that Raven had teased him about the broken vase. Erik would never admit it but he had leapt into Charles' arms when the telepath had confirmed he was still his favourite.

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Please more little Peter with cg Erik your content gives me life

Hullo hullo hi, sorry for not being too active on my account! I'll gladly answer your question!

Headcanon: Peter is an incredibly sleepy age-regressor and stresses everyone out.

Peter has always been an age-regressor, he never really understood why, maybe it was from the war in Sokovia when he lost his parents, or maybe it was when he lost his twin sister, Wanda, to her own mutation. He didn't really know what caused himself to age-regress other than the fact of a few loud and sharp noises always seemed to scare him into it. However, ever since being in the mansion and surrounded by his friends, his regression had become triggered on more positive things such as a random plushie attack from Jean or Raven asking for help in the kitchen.

It took some time to adjust but once he felt at complete ease, he was finally able to regress how he wanted. This is how he had currently been found, sleeping in the sunlight in the living room while regressed. It had been a pretty average day with the sun shining, casting a warm beam of light in the living room, Peter had been wandering inside and out the different rooms of the mansion before spotting the area like a cat deciding where it would take its afternoon nap. Immediately, he trudged over and sat down on the ground, feeling the warmth the sun left. He laid himself on the floor, curling himself to face the sun as he cooed happily to himself. He like the warmth of the sun, it reminded him of his papa when they went to bed at night.

It wasn't uncommon for Peter to disappear while regressed since the boy liked to explore the mansion, however, Erik wished the boy would tug him along. Erik didn't particularly appreciate the constant drop of the heart every time Peter wandered away, only to be found playing with a toy the next room over. However, today appeared to harbour a completely different expectation. When Peter disappeared, Erik remained calm and checked the next room over, only to find that his son wasn't in the room as anticipated. Without missing a beat, Erik quickly searched the other rooms of the mansion before landing himself in the living room. And there Peter was, curled up next to the French doors fast asleep with the sun beaming down onto him.

After that day, it became more apparent to the members of the mansion that Peter was sleepy every time he regressed now. Erik and Charles were more than okay with the regressor deciding he wanted to sleep instead of play, however, they started feeling concerned when it was all Peter would ever do while regressed. The boy would fall asleep anywhere and anytime if the chance was there; Erik nearly had a heart attack when he left Peter unattended for a matter of seconds in the bathtub. Not only that, but whenever the others were asked to babysit the boy, they had to pay special attention to whatever tasks they were doing since Peter could fall asleep at any moment.

Jean would always sigh with relief when she managed to keep Peter free from harms way by creating a nest of blankets and leaving him to climb in on his own. It always somehow worked and Peter would stay asleep until Erik returned. She was the first one Erik ever asked to babysit Peter since the boy seemed to never be in any danger and Jean never seemed to be in the midst of a heart-attack. At least.. not when he returned.

The last person Erik trusted with Peter was Scott, who somehow always managed to be in the middle of something potentially harmful if Peter were to fall asleep. Once, Erik had returned to a distressed Scott who was freaking out over the fact Peter had fallen asleep face-first into a bucket of paint and that he was scared Peter had accidentally swallowed the paint. Another time, Peter had fallen asleep on the couch, except he had leaned forward and fell off the couch. Yeah, Scott never wanted to be given the responsibility of babysitting Peter without someone else present.

In the end, Peter being a sleepy regressor became normal, especially after Hank confirmed that Peter just enjoyed sleeping. The boy would commonly be found somewhere heated, whether it was the sun or a heater, but he particularly enjoyed laying against Ororo as she played with his hair. He didn't mind Ororo, Jean, or Raven to play with his hair, allowing them to style it and tie it up however they wanted, as long as he got to sleep, he would be fine with it. However, at the end of the day, when everyone would be going to bed, Peter would always find himself snuggled up next to Erik in bed, listening to the man's heartbeat.

"Goodnight, Peter.." Erik would soothingly speak, stroking the boy's silver head of hair.

"Nigh' Papa..." Would be the common tired response as Peter fell asleep for the hundredth time that very day.

GIF by @botherbug, thank you for the clarification!

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Headcannons:

Age Regressor: Awesamdude

•I wholeheartedly believe Sam would immitate Creeper hissing.

He wants attention? Hissing.

He wants to scare someone? Hissing.

He's upset in any way? Hissing.

•Sam has used his hissing imitating on stream to show-off to his Chat about what talents he can do.

•Sam enjoys playing with technology [only an ipad] and showing his creativity with small coding apps or building in minecraft.

•He is a clingy and needy regressor who requires cuddles and attention all around the clock.

•Sam will gladly nibble on shoes.

The shoes are yours? g o n e

Oh? Dream? You can't find your shoes? He's chewed through them.

Oh! Ponk! Just in time! Sam stole your shoes.

•He is a quiet and well-behaved regressor, but he will misbehave if you don't give him attention after 30 minutes.

He has and will continue to find your shoes in revenge for the lack of attention.

He is always somehow on time.

The moment 00:29:59 turns to 00:30:00, you better run for your stuff.

Sapnap learnt that a little too late.

And no, Dream will never stop laughing at the number of times Sapnap has gotten his shoes chewed through.

And yes, Sapnap has tried putting old shoes that he didn't need anymore.

And no, it did not work, Sam still somehow found his fresh and expensive shoes and chewed through them.

•I do believe in Little!Awesamdude w/ Caregiver!Dream

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Would... anyone appreciate some X-Men age regression fanfiction?? Perhaps even some moodboards for the first time??

Thoughts about some:

•Little!Peter Maximoff w/ Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr

•Little Charles Xavier w/ Caregiver Erik Lehnsherr

•Little!Peter Maximoff w/ Caregiver!Logan Howlett/Wolverine

•Little!Erik Lehnsherr w/ Caregiver!Charles Xavier

•Little!Peter Maximoff w/ Babysitters!Younger X-Men

•Little!Peter Maximoff w/ Caregiver!Ororo Munroe

Basically, Peter Maximoff age regression with different caregivers, bar the exception or Erik and Charles every so often!

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Headcannon:

Little!Peter attempting to explain to Erik that he's his son.

-Now, everyone but Erik knew that Peter was his son and they had promised not to tell him on account of Peter's pleas as he hopelessly regressed from worry.

-And usually Charles had to come and save him with soft promises that not a soul would say anything.

-After Peter's introduction to Erik while regressed, everyone had slowly began hoping that Peter would spill the beans, regressed.

-And he did.

-"Mmm, you my daddy."

-"I'm your daddy, hm?"

-"Mhmm!"

-But of course, Erik had thought Peter was only saying it because he looked after the boy primarily, and had slowly thought that he was his father.

-Everyone inwardly sighed and groaned.

-"Oh my God, can he be anymore dumb? I thought you said he was smart, Charles."

-"He is!"

-But Peter had thought he had done well, until everyone started telling him Erik didn't know still.

-Erik's never been more disappointed with the group when Peter came running to him crying.

-"They say you no know you my daddy..!"

-"What did you say to him?"

-From then on, Peter refused to look and talk to the group of mutants other than Charles.

-Despite the fruitless attempts at apologizing.

-"Peter, we're sorry-"

-"Would twinkies make you feel bett-"

-"We're sorry for telling Er-"

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Headcanon:

Little!Peter is always desperate for Erik's attention.

-It hadn't started off badly.

-Peter was happily trying to catch Kurt's tail, miserably failing with a few successions..

-Eventually, Peter tried to lunge at Kurt's tail only for it to flick away, where Peter tumbled into Erik's figure standing in the doorway.

-Giggling, Peter said hi and raised his arms up.

-One thing everyone seemed to forget to mention to Erik, was that Peter was an age regressor.

-"Hi!"

-"Hello, Peter, are you okay?"

-Despite being informed not too long after, Erik was hesitant to be around Peter during his regression time, but apparently it was fate the two met.

-After the encounter, Peter was quick in beginning to follow him around.

-It didn't matter where Erik walked, Peter would trail closely behind with a big grin.

-Soon enough, Erik would slowly offer his hand out to Peter whenever they'd walk together.

-Peter never questioned it, happily taking the formers hand and bouncing next to him.

-Some days, when the two weren't walking around, Peter could easily find Erik with Charles.

-He would happily nuzzle against Erik, waiting until the latter finally gives in and offers him the attention he demands.

-On the rare occasion that Peter joins the group on a movie night while regressed, he'll find himself somewhere with Erik.

-Whether that be sitting, curled up on his lap as they sit in an armchair.

-Or, resting his head against Erik's thigh on the couch.

-Peter will always be with Erik in the end.

-And Erik? He’s never felt more at peace.

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Headcannon:

Little!Lance being shy and hiding behind his cape.

-The first time Lance regressed, everyone quickly figured out he was the most shyest little you could get.

-Anyone can see the tell-tale signs when he's feeling little and about to regress.

-1) He quickly quietens down.

-2) He'll bite on his fingers as scarcely as he can.

-Or

-3) He'll fidget with his cape.

-However, when he's fully regressed, he drags his cape everywhere with him and always hides behind it whenever a conversation is bound to initiate.

-Surprisngly, he sticks around Cynthia, figuring out he can easily hide behind her when he feels it's necessary.

-And plus, her Garchomp could scare anyone he wanted, away!

-"Lance, can you say hi?"

-"Mmh..."

-Even when he's crashing on the couch, he's curled up in his cape and sucking his thumb.

-Many of the champions can't help but coo and attempt to engage him with their activities.

-Of course it typically fails and the odds of him joining are lower than encountering a trainer with Arceus on their team.

-Steven's always trying to get Lance to play, and ultimately has a higher success rate than every other champion.

-This might be due to the fact that Steven regresses as well and is always babbling incoherent words to Wallace.

-Which adds onto how Lance is the only other person who's able to understand what Steven's talking about.

-Although he's lucky to always divert Steven's attention of rocks towards Wallace.

-But, on the rare chance he joins the group, he'll sit closely behind Cynthia and use his cape to burrow his face in, hiding.

-"Lance, can you show us your face? You've been hiding all night, sweetheart."

-A defiant shake of the head is the common response.

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Headcannon:

Little!Steven Stone handing Wallace things.

-It starts off when Wallace is on the phone speaking to someone.

-He just silently hands out one of his favourite rocks and waits for Wallace to take it from him.

-Then he bounces away looking for more things to hand him.

-It eventually escalates from rocks.

-Soon he hands him pokéballs, phone chargers, toy blocks, pillows, blankets and soon enough the coffee maker.

-That's when Wallace snaps out of his phone call trance and becomes incredulous with the array of items Steven's managed to hand him.

-By the time he looks back up, Steven is smiling innocently, as he holds up Luvdisc.

-"Steven, darling, I think you've handed me quite enough."

-"Buh Luvdisc miss 'ou..."

-"Luvdisc is the final 'item' you're handing me while I'm on a phone call, okay?"

-It didn't mean anything since Steven continued to hand him stuff.

-Wallace once again was in his phone call trance, unknowingly taking the things from Steven's out-stretched hands.

-The moment he finished the call, he inwardly groaned, realising he had taken everything Steven hand begun handing him.

-This happened during a champion meeting, when Steven had regressed.

-Except he began stealing from everyone's belongings and handed them to Wallace.

-Infront of them.

-"Hm? Wh- wait, Steven, what is this?"

-"I unno."

-That's when everyone realised the array of items that slowly began to build up around Wallace.

-Immediately they began checking for their belongings.

-"Stevie, did you take everyone's things?"

-"No, is jus' laying aroun'."

-Now it's everyone's mission to actually watch Steven while he's regressed in the room with them.

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Headcannon:

Little!Steven Stone in the morning.

-He is an absolute bed hogger, and stays in a Starmie position even if Wallace is in the bed with him.

-He has and will kick him off of the bed if he seems to be a road block.

-Sometimes he'll stay curled up in a fetus position, thumb tucked into his mouth, right next to Wallace underneath the blanket.

-That being said, his hair is untameable, and Wallace has tried numerous times to get it somewhat presentable before they left anywhere.

-Having an early-riser as a caregiver who has a schedule in plan, is Steven's least favourite thing in the world.

-And then he realises that means he can ride Metagross because he knows Wallace doesn't have time for his meltdowns.

-"But daaaaaddddyy!"

-"Oh my Arceus, fine, you can ride Metagross!"

-But then, realisation hits once again as he sits half frozen on the steel-type Pokémon, with a snickering Wallace next to him.

-"Suddup daddy..."

-But on the days where the schedule is thrown out the window and he doesn't have to get up early, he sleeps like a Snorlax.

-He'll sleep until Wallace forces him up, and by that, he means getting bribed with rocks and the promise he'll be allowed to go outside and search for some new ones.

-Even with the bribe, it takes Steven an extremely long time to get up, most of the time complaining about the bright lights and snuggling into Wallace with his blanket in hand.

-Usually, Steven will curl up on the couch, drinking his warm bottle of moomoo milk that Wallace gave him, with his blanket draped over him.

-Steven will fall asleep several different times during this process before gaining his energy.

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Headcannon:

Little!Raihan being completely infatuated with Lance.

-He constantly re-watches all of Lance's battles, much to Leon's exasperation and minor jealousy that the dragon master has easily stolen his spot as Raihan's favourite.

-"Lee! Did'ya see that? Did'ya? Did'ya?!"

-Raihan will not and does not shut up about Lance.

-He has spent countless hours talking about the greatness of Lance and his dragon-type Pokémon, that if the champion was present, Lance's ego would only skyrocket.

-"Lee! Lance is super coooool, lookie!"

-Leon has slowly started glaring daggers into the dragon masters soul every chance he gets at a champion meeting. Even though many of the other champion's have noticed his odd behaviour, he ignored them.

-Leon never understood how or why Lance has three Dragonites.

-"Lee! Did'ya know Lance has f'ee d'agonites?"

-Eventually, one thing leads to another and Leon begins taking small videos and photos of Raihan happily babbling about Lance and his gloriousness.

-He sends them specifically to the other champions, apart from Lance, keeping it a secret. The others soon understand Leon's behaviour, seeing the exasperation each video.

-'Leon sent a video'

-"Rai, who do you love the most?"

-"Mmm, Lance."

-At the next Champion meeting, they organised a game, which left Lance confused. It wasn't until a blindfolded, regressed Raihan entered the room that the game initiated.

-Simple questions were asked, such as his favourite colour and food, before the most memorable came up.

-"Rai, who's your most favourite trainer in the world?"

-"Das an easy one, Lee, Lance!"

-"Cause he super st'ong ands he likes d'agon types too. Oo, he gots f'ee d'agonites, did'ya know that? And he a champion likes you, and Dan'fa, and Cyn'sia, and Stevie! Oh oh! He gets rid of bad guys wiv his Pokémon and he has a red Gadados-"

-To say the least, Lance's ego skyrocketed.

-The moment Raihan was un-blindfolded and saw Lance's figure, he panicked and immeidately hid underneath the table.

-"Oh, so now you shut up about Lance?"

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