#deaging

[ghostbite0]

21 trio -> baby trio

aka i wanted to draw sanemi giyuu and obanai as little guys

[bet-on-me-13]

Oliver Adopts Danny

(Note: I have no idea what exactly happened on the island and made up my own thing. Also I had no plan when making this and it shows)

...

So! When Oliver landed on that Deserted Island, he wasn't alone.

On the Island, there was a Little Kid.

He was about 7, and he was just as confused as to why he was there. Apparently he had been sleeping at home when all of a sudden he felt himself falling, and seconds later he hit the ground in the forest. He couldn't remember anything past that, or really anything before that as well. He had seemingly lost his memories.

So, Oliver was stuck helping a Random Kid while trying to survive on the island.

He did learn that the Kid was a Metahuman with the ability to make Unmelting Ice, but the kid seemed disappointed by his powers. It was like he expected them to be stronger than they were. When asked, he said that he didn't actually know why he felt that, like it was something else he had forgotten.

And that was how the situation stood for a few years. He and the Kid, who he eventually learned was named Danny, became closer. He took up a paternal role in the kids Life, trying to keep him safe from the dangers of the island.

Danny was also a huge help on the island, his Ice was useful during Hot Nights, and the fact that it was Durable and Didn't Melt made it a good material for their tools. He also knew a lot of random skills, like the basics of how to shoot a Bow and how to set up a Campfire.

By the time they had been there for 3 years, Oliver already saw Danny like a Son. He had decided long ago that when they finally left the island, he would adopt him.

Then, on the 4th Year, Oliver found something strange. There were tracks in the Dirt on the less explored side of the Island, Human Tracks.

Following them, he found the source, An Illegal Slave Trading Ring.

The Base seemed to be new, so they had probably set up shop a few weeks ago at most. He and Danny must have missed them because they didn't usually go to that side of the Island.

He returned to the Camp that night and contemplated what to do.

It took another few days for him to resolve himself to go and save those people.

It took another few weeks to prepare himself.

It took less than 30 minutes to get the Job Done.

By the end of that night, every Slaver on the island was Dead, and the slaves were set free. They still didn't have a way off the island, since a few of them had managed to sabotage the boat before they died, but Oliver and Danny were there to help them.

By the 5th Year, they basically had a Small Village set up back there their Camp used to be. It was a community of all of the people Oliver had managed to save that night, all working together to survive on that Mysterious Island.

Then one day, finally got some luck. A Fishing Boat had gotten lost on their usual Route, and had spotted the SOS Signal that they had set up on the Beach.

After that it didn't take long for everyone on the Island to be saved. Oliver asked the former slaves to keep his heroics a secret because he wanted to keep him and Danny safe from the press, and they all agreed.

So, Oliver went home and adopted Danny.

He also decided to become a Vigilante.

And then eventually he joined the Justice League.

And one day while showing his son around the newly build Watchtower he ran into Constantine, who then proceeded to ask "Why the hell do you have a mini-death god holding your hand?"

...

I have no idea what this was supposed to be. I wanted Oliver to adopt Danny, and I wanted it to be on the Island, but I had no idea how to do it.

My basic idea for it is that Danny accidently wished for a Good Dad one day and Desiree heard him. So she turned him into a Kid, sealed away most of his Powers, and sent him to the Island with no memories past age 7.

Maybe this was "Ghost King Danny"?

Idk, I like it more as "King Danny who rejects the Throne but is still basically the leader because he keeps helping people no matter what" but that's just me.

Thoughts?

[nerdpoe]

Dick gets hit with a deaging spell.

It'll wear off in four to five months, but in the meantime he's all of two years old, and he has fully imprinted on Tim.

Damian...feels a bit betrayed.

[padawansuggest]

I just want a fic where Obi-Wan and Anakin both get turned into 13 year olds because 1: Ahsoka will be the older one finally and will def try to high five Rex in the middle of his panic attack over it and 2: Anakin was feral-stupid while Obi-Wan was feral-rabid and I think Ahsoka being feral-bubbly would be an amazing outcome with a lot of explosions and the war would end within a month and also I really want Cody to have to temp Obi-Wan out of a cabinet with a ration bar while pspspspspspsping at him and then carry him off for a checkup when he’s captured him cause Obi was at a very… traumatic part of his life lol. Anakin is sorta overly sweet and keeps getting sent to the medics after putting something in his ears or up his nose. Ahsoka is a big sister and now the oldest person in the entire room at all times and it’s bad y’all lol. Obi-Wan bites. No warnings he’s learned not to warn before he chomps lol Cody always has to pet all nice and soft till he unclamps and then tiredly drags the kid off for a nap.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 6

Link stared at the boy he had just saved. He was...considerably younger than he had been minutes ago before the strange monster had attacked them and he feared that if he saw his reflection it would show something similar had happened to him.

Unfortunately, Links shield had broken in the impact of the attack and while he had protected himself from the blunt of it, he was still smaller than the black haired child he had jumped into the fray to save.

Link was not familiar with the language of this place, only knowing the boys name, and the name of the city they had been transported to: Gotham. He hoped the princess and her sages wouldn't panic too much when they discovered he was missing but he could feel through thier vows that the sages have already noticed something was wrong. Nonetheless, he had a child to protect and nothing was going to stop him from doing so, even being adopted by what Link believed was the king of this realm, Bruce Wayne

On the other hand, link had lost his childhood the moment he had drawn that sword, everything being stolen from him to prepare him to fight the calamity. He would not say no to having a belated childhood with nearly a dozen older siblings to protect him...did...did he even want to be found? Being found would mean he would have to return to Hyrule. To his old life.

He decided he did not want that.

Danny had similar thoughts. His parents never actually cared much, his best friends had abandoned him the moment Gregor came into the picture, and his sister never paid much attention to him either. He didn't have much of a life and the whole reason he had met elf boy and accidentally kidnapped him was because he was in the zone trying to vent his pent up aggression through beating the hell out of whoever and getting sucked through a portal a ghost had created to get rid of him.

Meeting Link was one the best things that had ever happened to him though he felt kinda wierd about the blond elf boy protecting him, especially since the little guy often killed his opponents, regardless of whether they where human or not, a fact that seemed to have the local furries fighters in a tizzy. I mean...they can't exactly beat up a small child but they can't let him keep doing what he's doing either but they can't put Link into the system cause him being a blond elf boy would make him a prime target for trafficking so adoption it was. Danny also had to be adopted too due to how attached Link was to him

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Capitulo 2

credit @brekitten @bucketorandomness @hermit-scribe-vibe for help and inspiracion :D

Danny clamped his teeth down on his kill, at last a fish big enough that to feed the both of them, and which hadn't escaped. Ear fins fanned out, he kept wary of approaching hums of boat engines.It could've been only a few minutes, but to Danny it was as if hours had passed. He'd already failed Damian once, and for his distraction he earned a new gash or two from his hunt.

Danny startled when he came back. Damian had not awoken just yet, but the transformation was complete. Dark green scales enveloped every inch of skin on his body, soft from youth. Spots of gold scales like freckles gathered around his cheeks, and at the base of each of his fins and transitioned into full golden membrane with the faintest red along the tips.

And of course, Damian had no legs, none at all, replaced by the thick sinew and muscles of a siren's tail. All of this Danny knew would happen, and expected, but he never thought about how tiny Damian looked at the moment.

From head to tailfin, Damian's new height (or length?) only equalled half of his human height. Siren children were small compared to humans, for sure, but even Youngblood was easily a head or two taller than Damian at this moment.

Before he could ruminate further, Damian's eyes shot open. Faster than Danny could blink, the new siren launched himself at Daniel with a piercing shriek of a war cry.

Damian's talons gripped onto Danny's scales, and his jaw snapped down upon his shoulder like a vice. Danny yelped and fell upon his back and bent his sail.

Damian's tiny hands wrapped around the elder boy's neck. His tiny young face twisted into an honestly shocking amount of anger and agression. His hackles rose and his fins stood at full attention.

"Where am I?! What have you done to me?! Return me to my original form or perish!" Damian spat out in hissed clicks and chirps. Despite the situation, Danny finds himself thinking he had to be really upset if he didn't even notice the change in voice.

"Answer me!" Damian hiss and bared his teeth. Danny gulped, which was difficult considering the tiny hands vice-gripping his neck. Suddenly he realised he'd never had to comfort a newly-turned before.

"H-hey hey hey now, there's no need to get all murderous over here!" That was the wrong thing to say, because suddenly there was a katana straight for his neck. "Where did you get that?!"

"From my clothes, you buffon, the clothes that you violently relieved me off. What other untoward things have you done with my body? Speak!"

"Look I didn't do anything untoward to your body I swear! I was trying to save you!"

"You mutilated me! You kidnapped me and drowned me and now you clain innocence with nothing to prove such a notion!" Damian's grip wavered for a moment, and Danny realised something. This kid was probalby scared out of his life, and his shouting wasn't helping anything. The smaller boy's gills flapped open. His breathing laboured, heavily.

"You need water. You're not gonna survive long.

"I can kill you long before that point." Gently, Danny picked the child up by the waist, his arms far outreaching the boy's tiny limbs. "Unhand my you psychotic murdering wretch!"

Horns blared in the distance. Damian's body seized up, his ear fins curling in on themselves in Danny's peripheral vision. "They've caught up to us."

"Good, now it means you can be put to justice and I reunited with my father."

Danny coiled his tail and pulled Damian against his chest, against the boy's protests. "The only thing they're gonna unite you with is a scalpel."

"I said unhand me!"

"No time!" Danny uncoiled like a spring and shot into the water. GiW agents shouted above the surface. Danny held him tight against his body. Motors roared into action and echoed through the water. Sonars rang in his ears. But they could never catch up to even a teenage siren.

Pain rocked up his arm. Danny loosed his grip, and Damian slipped out. After floundering for just a few seconds, Damian righted himself and bolted for the ships. The speed at which he made for the freaking GiW shocked Danny. This kid was a human less than an hour ago!

Shit. "Where the heck are you going?!" Danny shouted. He wasted precious seconds turning around and doubling back. "They're not gonna help you Damian!"

"You cannot fool me with your temptations, siren!" Daman spat out. Then he did the absolute worst thing. He surfaced.

Danny's heart sank again. No, no, not again. He pushed through as fast as he could. Damian shouted something above the water. An agent in cold sunglasses aimed a gun at him.

Damian seemed to realise his mistake. He tried to evade the attack, but his strange body just left him rolling over in place.

Danny's eyes glowed blue. Seawater froze into ice in his hands, and he tossed the spear over water. The spear landed an inch away from where the agent was standing. In his shock, he lowered his gun. Danny shot forward. He grabbed Damian's hand and pulled him away. Harpoons flew into the water. Danny ducked and weaved through all of them and full speed. Soon they were far behind the horizon.

[comicavalcade]

🤷🏾‍♂️ that's comics baybeee

[shatouto]

inspired by this fic

[mothfables]

Snail Ch. 1: I Was Just Born Like This, Wish That I Could Change It

Legend is hit with an unknown spell, or perhaps curse, leaving him the age he was when he began his first adventure but with his current memories. The Chain worries.

It happens suddenly.

One moment, the Veteran is himself, dancing across the battlefield with his usual grace. The next, there’s a bright flash and he’s a tiny bundle of green and pink. He tumbles to the ground, dazed and disoriented, leaving the rest of them rushing to cover him and drive back the monsters who see a sudden piece of easy prey and redirect their attention to the unmoving lump on the ground.

The battle is quickly won with their foes so distracted and protectiveness running hot through the heroes’ veins. The moment the last monster dissipates into dark smoke Sky is turning, searching for his downed brother. It takes a second but he quickly spots him - he’s small, even smaller than usual; a tiny, trembling figure with a shock of pink hair that has Sky biting back the urge to coo. He takes a step forward, intent on seeing if the Vet is okay, if he’s hurt at all besides the transformation, and bright violet eyes snap towards him.

The look in them brings Sky up short because that’s fear in those eyes. Not relief, or worry, or a hundred other things he’s used to seeing in them. No, this is raw, blatant fear. His other brothers are crowding close now, exclaiming loudly in worry, and those bright eyes follow their every move. Sky’s heart sinks at the realization that for whatever reason their veteran is scared of them.

One of them does something he can’t catch - moves too fast or steps too close, perhaps - and Legend bolts. The heroes shout after him but he’s fast, disappearing into the trees lining the road in the time it takes to blink.

“STOP!!!” Sky shouts, halting the rest of them in their tracks. Rarely does the Chosen Hero make himself so loud, preferring to let the more energetic of his siblings take the spotlight. As such, when he does deign to raise his voice, the rest of them listen.

“B-but we can’t jus’ let ‘im go off on ‘is own!” Wind protests, biting his lip. “‘e’s all small, he’ll get lost out there alone!”

“And we’ll find him,” Sky consoles. “But did any of you see his face?” He gets his answer in confused looks and headshakes. “He was terrified. And-” He pauses, swallows. “And I’m pretty sure it was of us.”

He’s met with horrified silence.

Sky watches them for a moment, glancing between them and the trees where Legend disappeared in thought. Then he nods.

“Okay. You all stay here, maybe make camp or something. I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Four asks as he turns towards the trees. He glances back, a reassuring smile on her face.

“To find our Veteran, of course.”

And then she’s gone, vanishing into the forest after their missing brother.

~~~~~~~~~

Sky wanders through the trees, trying to stay in a straight line. It might not even be the right idea; Legend may very well have veered far away from the path the moment he entered the woods. Still, if she doesn’t want to get horribly lost, going straight is her best bet.

She doesn’t want to risk having Wolfie sent after her with a terrified child - mentally or not - somewhere in the woods. They may never find him then.

Luck seems to be on her side, though. It takes perhaps ten, fifteen minutes tops before she hears a distinctly-hylian noise in the otherwise normal chorus of the woods.

Her ears perk up at the sound and he listens closely. There!

Sky follows the sounds, faint as they are, to a dense clump of bushes. He can’t see anything through the leaves, but the noise cuts off when he draws near. His heart aches.

There’s no way Legend will be coming out of his hiding spot any time soon. Sky weighs his options (of which there aren’t many) before sighing and moving to sit down against a nearby tree. Not too close, though, or Legend will just feel trapped.

With nothing else to do but wait, Sky begins to hum, little nonsense tunes that help keep his mind from dwelling too deeply on the current situation.

.

.

.

The rustling of leaves catches his attention. He’s careful not to falter in his humming, though, in case it’s little Legend finally coming out of hiding. Any sudden changes could send him right back into the cover of the bushes, and then they’d have to start all over again.

Slowly, falteringly, a presence comes to settle nearby. Sky keeps humming, slipping into the Ballad of the Goddess almost instinctually.

As the last note fades, he slowly turns to look at who - or what - joined him. She’s greeted with soft pink hair and a dirty green tunic. Large violet eyes blink up at her from a small, pale face.

Sky gives a soft smile, very carefully not moving. “Hey there, I’m Sky. You must’ve been pretty spooked earlier, huh? I’m sorry about that. Are you alright?”

Legend (could they even call him that right now? Should they?) stares at him warily. He’s still several feet away, noticeably out of grabbing range, the older hero realizes. His heart aches again.

He waits for a few moments but no reply comes. Eventually he takes a deep breath and pushes himself to his feet. Legend watches closely the entire time. Sky pats himself down before holding out a hand to the younger.

“Do you want to come back with me? It can’t be very nice staying out here in the woods all by yourself.”

More silent staring, though this time it seems to be more like the boy before him is thinking, not frightened. The child (because unless Legend is still recovering from... whatever that was, that seems to be the case) hesitantly reaches out before quickly retracting his hand. Sky keeps his disappointment and worry well away from his face and pulls his hand back with an easy smile.

“That’s fine. Do you want to just stay behind me, then?” He hopes Legend follows; she’s not going to leave him all alone in the woods, even if it takes all night, but by the Goddess does she hope he decides to go with her back to the others. Not only would it keep the rest of them from getting any more worried than they most certainly already are, it would also give them the chance to see if he’s injured in any way.

...Also it would keep Wolfie from having to track them down and potentially scaring Legend back into hiding or running again.

Her hopes are granted when Legend nods and stands, holding his hands close to his chest as he waits for her to start moving.

The older hero does so, waving a hand in a ‘follow me’ gesture. Her ears flick back at quiet, shuffling footsteps behind her and she smiles. The two of them make their way back through the woods, the younger staying carefully out of sight but not straying, to the elder’s relief.

Eventually they find the road again; Sky can just see their companions through the trees. The closer they get, though, the closer Legend draws, despite his earlier hesitation. When they finally leave the cover of the trees Sky feels small hands grasp onto her pant leg and cling.

The other heroes are still where she left them, split between milling aimlessly about and standing together in small groups and chatting quietly, all of them sporting worried expressions. She has to suppress a snort; after all, if she was in their shoes she’d be doing the same thing. A hero’s spirit is not one for idleness when there is something to be done.

Still, she did suggest something they could do before she left, and a sudden surge of mischievousness brings a smirk to her face. She lays a gentle hand against little Legend’s back to reassure him as she calls out, “I thought I told you guys to make camp! I’m gone what, an hour? And I come back to find you all wandering around like headless cuckoos!”

As expected they start at her voice, some of them, like Twilight, flushing in embarrassment while others look indignant. There’s a tiny snort of laughter from the boy at her side and Sky feels pride blossom in his chest at the sound. He flashes the others a smile to show he doesn’t mean the words and they relax.

All of that falls away, though, when they spot the tiny shadow at his side. Instantly the worry and concern is back and a few of them start forwards as if to rush over and see him for themselves. Sky gives them a Look and they immediately back down. A protective Hylia’s Chosen is not one to be messed with.

After a moment to make sure they’re behaving themselves, Sky nudges his companion. Bright eyes look up at him warily, and he gives him another reassuring pat.

“Do you want to go say hi?” he asks quietly. “They won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. And,” he adds, seeing the nervousness and fear creeping back over that small face, “if anyone does something you don’t like, they’ll have to deal with me.”

Shocked surprise replaces the fright before the boy gives a nod. A tiny spark of trust appears in those violet orbs and Sky’s heart swells.

“Alright then,” he smiles. He leads him over to where the rest of the Chain wait in anticipation, keeping a gentle hand on his back the whole way. Thankfully it seems the older heroes have the younger ones under control - Wars has a hand clamped on Wind and Hyrule’s shoulders while Twilight does the same with Wild. Four hovers next to Time, his own eyes sparking purple as he watches them approach.

Sky stops several feet away, a tug on his pant leg alerting him that they’re getting too close for tiny Legend’s comfort. Everyone forms a circle, and he can tell they’re trying their best not to stare.

“Okay,” he starts. “Time for some introductions, I think. I already told you my name, I’m Sky.” Legend nods. Sky smiles at him and gestures to the hero on her left to introduce themselves.

Hyrule starts at the motion before he nods, coughing and clearing his throat. “U-um. Hi. Y-you can call me Hyrule.” They give a meek little wave that Legend shyly returns. There’s a sudden chorus of coos that quickly stifle themselves when Sky casts a glance around.

Warriors goes next- and Legend startles badly enough Sky can feel it. She keeps her hand on his back in the hopes it’ll keep him grounded, and it seems to work because he doesn’t run again. The introductions continue.

With every name, he presses closer and closer to Sky’s leg, clutching his pants with tiny hands. His expression becomes more worrisome, brows drawing together and little ears flickering as he mouths each name. When they’re finished, he swallows, looking up at Sky then back at the group.

Then he speaks, and it’s a quiet, murmured, “‘m Legend. I know you.”

[ghostbite0]

tiny 21 trio memes for the masses…

tiktok shadowbanned me so. expect more art here than ever before

[bingqiufics]

I wonder if you have read anything like this:

Luo Bing-ge, reincarnated as his younger self and be like: 'I'm gonna get revenge on Shen Qingqiu! I'm gonna let him paid >:))....... Wait, who the fuck is Shen Yuan???'

Basically, it's a BingexYuan fic, but I started to think I'm hallucinating that fic exists since I can't find it anywhere TT, please help!!!

You might be looking for:

Try Again by PrinceJakeFireCake (51K, Complete, Mature)

OG!Bingqiu (Bingyuan) & Liushen (implied)

(Canon Divergence, De-aging, Endless Abyss, Depression, PTSD, Courting, Identity Reveal, Courting, Slow Burn)

Luo Binghe, heavenly demon lord with three hundred plus wives, wakes up fourteen-years-old again. He quickly realizes that the man who looks like Shen Qingqiu is not the real deal. He is really contemplating putting everything behind him and leaving the sect to raise sheep.

If it's not the fic you're looking for, try checking out our Shen Yuan Reveal and De-Aging tags.

Also, here's other Bingyuan fics featuring De-aging :

You are My Place to Stay by handa__dake (70K, WIP - 16/?, Explicit)

Bingyuan & Bingqiu

No System AU, A/B/O, De-Aging, Mpreg, Possessiveness, Lactation Kink, Alpha!OG!LBH, Omega!SQQ)

Shen Yuan is a broken Omega. But after his death, he gets the chance to become the normal omega he always wanted to be. That is living as Shen Qingqiu.

Luo Binghe was a Demon Lord who had more than 600 wives. But once he wakes up one day, he goes back to the early days when he was only 10 years old. Not! That's not what confused him! But the fact that the Shen Qingqiu in this world is an Omega!? How?!

And their paths met.

The grabbing hands always grab what they can by Hazel_23 (26K, WIP - 16/?, Teen)

Bingqiu, Bingyuan & 2BingQiu

(Canon Divergence, Hurt & Comfort, Threesome)

One day, the original Luo Binghe has a qi deviation and shrinks into his 15 years old self. As if this wasn’t enough, Xin Mo sends him somehow into a parallel universe where he finds his other self and decides to warn him how bad Shen Qingqiu is and what will he do in the future.

OG.LBH: He let you sleep into the woodshed and gave you a wrong cultivation manual. LBH: Shizun let me stay in the room outside his bamboo house and gave me private lessons. OG.LBH: He sent you to fight with a much stronger opponent! LBH: Shizun risked his life to save me! OG.LBH: Whaaat? ( ╯°□°)╯ ┻━┻

(Set after the Dream Demon arc)

Like swallows in spring (I'll always come back to you) by chia (chiateablend) (14K, WIP - 1/2, Mature)

Bingyuan & Bingqiu

(Fantasy AU, De-aging, Hurt & Comfort, Mutual Pining, Flirting)

Ten years ago, Shen Yuan had held out his hand, his voice steady as he offered a boy before him a taste of what he'd never known before: true kindness.

Now, as he finds himself caring for the child he'd found floating down the river, he couldn't know he was repeating the same mistake. Because always, those that had the least fought the hardest to keep what was theirs, and damn it all if Luo Binghe wasn't going to repay his debts.

... Well. As soon as he actually remembered who he was, that is.

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into the Bamboo House by VeryCharismaticDragon (98K, Teen)

(Time Travel, Fix-it, De-aging, Partial System Reveal)

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate. Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years…

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

recced by @souein

Hope this helps!

[impyssadobsessions]

RAISING PHANTOM

Ao3

Teen+ DP x DC “Come on Danny, we're going to be late.” Jazz called as she finished making their lunches for the day. It wasn't anything fancy. A tuna-fish salad sandwich for her and two ham sandwiches for Danny. She just rolled a half of bag of popcorn into the lunchbox. She was only bringing one for them, since they be together all day. “Danny?” Jazz called again as she turned to put up the items back into the fridge. Grabbing a knife on instinct before opening the fridge door. Its been four years since they left their parents. You think she be use to the food in the fridge NOT attacking her by now. But considering the rough state of the fridge, its probably better safe than sorry. “I'm coming I'm coming.. hold on.” Danny grumbled from the back rooms of the apartment. It was a small apartment, but it still had two bedrooms. Jazz made sure it did. Though the apartment wasn't in as safe of a location as she would have liked. 

But that what happens when you choose to live in Gotham. She could have gone anywhere for college, anywhere at all. Instead, she chose Gotham because she thought it be the safest place for them, as ironic as it may be. Besides, Gotham wasn't that unusual from Amity Park, but it still took time to adjust. Luckily, Jazz knew self-defense and often was able to hold her own, most of the time she just let them rob her and run away. Or if Danny was near, they would just disappear without a trace. It was a miracle they had only run into the vigilantes in the city a few times. She didn't want them to accidentally find out about Danny. Jazz plucked some water bottles from the fridge. She had filled one with electrolyte water and the other with kool-aid for Danny. She also put some electrolytes in it. The kitchen in the apartment was very small, barely any cabinet or counter space, a tiny room that only one person could fit in at a time. She hated she couldn't see out into the living room, but beggars can't be choosers. It was rough when she first moved out on her own with Danny. She had to delay college to make sure they could afford a place to live and stay. Danny felt so guilty. Luckily she had a lot saved up, and Danny's friends helped where they could. Vlad unfortunately did find them a year later, but she was able to pull some strings. He wasn't as clean with his work as he liked to believe. So Vlad had settled for visitation rights, much to Danny's distaste, but Jazz had made certain everything was in her favor.  And She always kept a thermos and Fenton Peeler on hand, just in case. She was glad to have his help, but still didn't let him pay for most of their things. She didn't want to be indebted to him. However, his help allowed them the security to live lives outside of their parents. They wouldn't be able to touch them. She didn't even go by Fenton anymore, neither did Danny. After all, Danny Fenton was considered legally dead.   It was best to keep it that way.

Not that their alternative names were all that well thought out. Jazz smiled as she zipped the bag, walking out of the kitchen. They had argued what they wanted, Vlad demanding they go by his last name, Masters. They of course refused, and were able to come up with a convincing argument why that was bad. It would have been too suggestive if it ever came to light. Vlad had begrudgingly agreed. Danny wanted Armstrong or Apollo, or something related to space. Jazz wanted to change their last name to something more common, like Smith or Gray. Danny argued that would look too obvious. So it took the entire month leading up to it to pick a name, in the end they decided it with a coin flip. Jazz had won and picked the dropped suffix of Fenton, Nightingale last minute. After all, she was still was considered the same Jazz on paper. So regardless of what she did, she still would show up as previously Jasmine Fenton. It was easier. She could keep her grades and everything she did formerly. All her scholarships and test scores would translate to any college she applied for again. It was more believable with the story they came up with too. Danny, on the other hand, had to have new papers drafted. So she rather Vlad focus on making certain, Danny's new identity was perfect, though she had overseen it. She was legally Danny's mother, after all. Danny finally made his appearance as he dragged his backpack down the short hall into the barely bigger living room. His black hair still scruffy, eyes were big and blue. He wore a red and white shirt with a rocket on it. He was so small and cute. Jazz smiled looking at her little brother, emphasis on little. “Ready to go, Danny?” Danny shrugged, muttering, “Yeah...” Despite physically being eight, almost nine, he sometimes kept his fifthteen year old attitude. He was de-aged by one of her parents' inventions. Sadly, that was how it was revealed he was a half-ghost. That night, Jazz had to speed off in her car with a five-year old Danny as their parents swore a ghost took his place. It.. had been rough. Jazz always felt like Danny was her kid in a way, despite being two years older at the time. It had been a long four years, but now things were looking up. She was about to begin her fourth year at college, and was recently hired at the public library. Which they were going to be late for. She double checked Danny's back pack, giving a soft pinch to Danny's cheek when she was done. Danny hissed in retaliation, but otherwise just shrugged his backpack on. Jazz smiled and lead them out the door, after double checking her surroundings. Trying to remember. She grabbed her keys and closed the door locking it. Making Danny grab her belt loop or the lunch bag, they walked out of the small apartment building that smelled of cat pee and weed. This was the only building that didn't have recent history of a drug bust or prostitution ring in the area, still Jazz was hoping one day she could upgrade. But that would have to wait til she became an intern at Arkham. For now, it was home. A home they made. Jazz glanced down to make sure Danny was still holding onto the lunch bag she had strapped across her shoulder. He was, while frowning down at the sidewalk. She knew Danny hated being small. She hoped she had made it easy for him, but it was never easy to go from stressed out half-dead teen.. to same half-dead teen in a five year old body-now eight. Jazz was surprised that Danny was a mix of his teen self and the young Danny she grew up with. Jazz partially wanted to analyze all the differences and the effects of one's psyche of being returned to a younger self.. but this was Danny. Her baby brother, now just her baby. He didn't deserve to have another parent use him like a science experiment. So she kept that thought to herself and maybe a couple throw away thoughts in her diary. It was interesting, but he was worth more. One day, he'll see it. She hoped. Jazz kept facing forward through the street, keeping a watch in corner of her eyes. This wasn't the most pleasant area to walk in, and they had a way to go. Still giving their odds, she preferred to walk all the way, instead of investing into a car or a bicycle.. or the bus or train. They limited their escape routes and bicycles were easily stolen. Gotham was just as bad as Amity Park, where streets were rebuilding constantly, so driving or bus would be a risk of being late. The subway was a no go for her, besides the creeps, she and Danny would be stuck enclosed with a lot of people. At least dark alleyways it was easy to use Danny's abilities to make them slip away, or when Jazz was by herself, it was easier to fight and flee. She was also saved a few times by vigilantes that way. This option also saved money, well as long as they kept from being mugged. Speak of the Devil. Only ten minutes into their walk, they were jumped and surrounded by thugs. No one even batted an eye, typical, as they lead the woman and her small “child” into an alley. Jazz had pulled Danny close to her, hands on his shoulders as they both side-eye for a way to escape, keeping close. Worse come to worse they'll give the thugs a ghostly scare, but they were hoping for an alternative. She let the thugs search her lunch bag and Danny's backpack. Jazz rubbed Danny's shoulder to keep him calm, knowing the boy was furious and frustrated. There was four of them, each with a knife, unknown if they had a gun. She wondered how skilled they were with a knife, scanning how they held them she could easily kick one of the knives out of their hands and use it. But Danny. She needed to give him an access point to hide, not that he would. Right now it was best to be patient. “Not even a cent? Now that can't be right. I bet girly here hides it in her bra.” Jazz took a step back into the wall, she didn't hide anything in her bra, but she did sew secret pockets in her pants to hide her cards and cash. Jasmine cursed as she should have planted fake money in her lunch bag, she forgot to after last mugging. “I don't carry anything in my bra. I was j-just in a rush and didn't think I needed any cash today.”

“I don't believe it til I see it.” One of the men stepped forward. “Out of the way brat.” Stall. Danny was tensing up protectively in front of her. Think Jazz, if Danny could be patient then she could grab the offending man by the arm and-

Jazz let out a sigh of relief, one of the few times she was happy be near the vigilantes. As a man in a red helmet dropped down on the thug that was inching to them. He took a tire iron and smacked one on the right in the head, sending the man to the floor. Thug on the left tried to stab Red Hood, who dodged the knife letting it slip past his side, before wrapping an arm around the mugger's, locking it in place. Then Red Hood grabbed the wrist with his other hand and jerk his arm fast with a bone cracking snap. Jazz instinctively covering Danny's eyes, while she watched Red Hood take the crying man and fling him by his broken arm at the last of the thugs who was trying to run away.  Knocking them both to the ground. Jazz felt Danny pull her hand off his face as he kept his face towards at their hero. Red Hood waited to see if either of the thugs got up, before grabbing the lunch bag and back pack that was dropped on the ground. Jazz stepped over the thug in front of them, pulling Danny with her as she walked closer to Red Hood. Gathering what had fallen out of the bags. “Thank you.” She gratefully thanked him. She knew the muggers wouldn't have had a chance either way, but it was nice to not have to deal with the situation herself. “You shouldn't be walking alone.” “Thanks for the advice, but this isn't my first rodeo. I do appreciate the help. Its always scarier when they do it when I'm with Danny.” “I could have taken them.” Danny muttered, standing behind Jazz's crouching form. Jazz smiled, knowing Danny could, but should is a different story. Red Hood snorted, “Sure you could kid, but its better to just run. I'm sure your....” “Mother.” Jazz noticing the vigilante unsure of their status. She was young, and still young looking. It be easy to be unsure if they were brother and sister now, or mother and son. Though no one would know how correct they were. “Mom wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Danny glared crossing his arms, huffing. Jazz reached to ruffle Danny's hair who pulled away with his cheeks still puffed out. Jazz stood back up taking the bags, handing the backpack back to Danny. “Thank you again, we better get going and let you.. do what you need to. Come on Danny.” Jazz glancing at the thugs on the ground then back at Red Hood with a bright smile, as she turned to gently push Danny to the direction out of the alley. Danny was reluctant for a moment, eyeing the vigilante up and down, then turned with his sister's insistence.

[padawansuggest]

Hey so if you’re new here and haven’t been around longer than ten minutes you might not know that my fave fave fave tropes ever are 1: time travel and 2: Obi-Wan getting adopted by Mandos, so whenever I find a time travel fic where Obi goes back in time and is promptly adopted by Mandos I get so excited trust me there are a lot but rn what I really really really want is a fic where I combine one of my fave headcanon type things that I like to put in fics with my second fave trope being Force Sensitive Jaster Mereel and then combined with Obi-Wan and Anakin (and probably Shmi too lmao let’s have a force sensitive babies party here) as force ghosts with Jaster and suddenly one of them comes back all ‘YALL I KNOW HOW TO GO BACK IN TIME I FIGURED IT OUT’ and so they all go back in time with the pure goal of saving their peoples (Mandos, Jedi AND slaves okay we makin a trifecta of people who got the worst bullshit in Star Wars two of which got all the blame when literally all of it was Sith and slavers faults) and Jaster goes back in time to Korda 6 and looks around for Jango so they could retreat only for little grunts of ouchies I fell to happen and he looks over to see a small pile of toddlers Obi-Wan, Anakin, Shmi, (Boba and like six other clones you know I have to) and is all ‘oh shit. Please be potty trained please be potty trained please be potty trained’ and now he has to go find Jango to call them back to their ships and tell Jango he in fact has a bunch of new vod’ika all of whom still have adult memories and also can you hold Boba please he’s a crying mess he just wants Jango nvm you can be that one’s Buir he bites lmao NO DONT HOLD HIM LIKE THAT JANIKA I RAISED YOU BETTER and now they’re back to Mandalore and Jaster is all ‘shit. We made this plan to save ALL our peoples. Well fuck.’ And now he’s all wait a sec and calls up the Jedi (yes they had him on hold for 3 hours and he kept bouncing between departments it was very annoying with Obi-Wan’s little fangies teething on his vambraces making the most annoying sound ever the whole time) and now he’s able to sorta blank for a solid 30 seconds before blurting out that they have force sensitive babies and the Jedi can’t have them and then Anakin HANGS UP ON THEM YOU LIL SHIT THAT DIDNT SOUND GOOD and the Jedi sorta like text him back all ‘??? Good for you???’ And now Jaster has to call them again and explain that he needs help with these lil shits teething on his armor and throwing people into walls when they sneeze and the temple is all ‘listen we can send out a master with docs but we’re a lil busy looking for a Stewjoni initiate that disappeared from the nursery’ ‘oh you mean this one?’ *holds up Obi by an ankle who’s chewing furiously on a vambrace’ and says they can’t have him back the kara gave him that baby!!!!! So now they have to send out a team whereupon Plo and Dooku are suckered into a -three way with Jaster- a deal upon which the Mandos will help the Jedi leave the Republic who use them like attack dogs and then they can stop slavery together and raise babies!

Anyways. I just think that would be neat.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny accidentally turns the entire batfam into children, save for Damian and Jason.

Phantom, not wanting to die a second time, fled for his afterlife, leaving the two to take care of thier (now much younger) family.

Thank whatever diety was out there that Jason knew how to cook, because 5 year old Alfred did not. Damian is hellbent on finding the 'Meta' that did this and force him to reverse it. He discovered didn't enjoy being the older brother.

[spidermailed]

me in littlespace: Want to talk about bugs? want to play blocks? Can we color? Can we watch my little pony? I want to nap. Can I have juice? Can we go outside? Can we play toys? me usually: hghn.h. taxes

[dramioneasks]

I’ve been searching for this fic for a while now because I can’t remember when or where I read it. It’s a Dramione fic where a spell goes wrong binding Draco and Hermione physically together. They are then made to have a room together as they can’t be physically apart. Over time the spell becomes less severe but they are still stuck together. In an attempt to fix the spell, Hermione is accidentally turned into her toddler self again and Draco is forced to take care of her. He takes her to his family ball as a toddler and Narcisa helps him care for young Hermione, buying her clothes.

I don’t know whether my mind has merged multiple fics together but I don’t think so. Please help I’m desperate xx

Anyone?

Edit: Thanks!

adz-astra: This sounds like Linked by Philyra912 on fanfiction.net. I could be wrong tho lol Linked Chapter 1: Of Potions and Partners, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction