#De-aged

[y0ur3]

Fanart for Dad shaped - Chapter 3: Food by Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown) from ao3

[satoshy12]

Isekai into a Novel

At a Gala

Nightwing looked at all the ones who are with him there: "So are we all here until we get the true ending of the story?"

Artemis: "Yes."

Nightwing: "Okay, who here has read the story?"

Kid Flash: "I have! It's a fantasy adventure story. The main villain, the Cold Archduke of the North, is like the worst villains we and the Justice League has ever fought. A truly evil, future cold-blooded tyrant who rules with an iron fist and blood. He never smiles and is an emotionally constipated, bloodthirsty god of war."

Zatanna: "We would see him right at this Gala and should be called next I think."

Speaker of the Room: "We call Archduke Daniel Fenthorne of Specterville and his daughter, Princess Dawn Fenthorne!"

Dick looked at his teammates: "Dawn?"

Kid Flash: "There was no one called Dawn in the novel."

The door opened and Danny walked in with little Ellie/Dawn holding his hand as he knelt before the Emperor.

Emperor: "My boy! You have a daughter!"

The Archduke smiled warmly and lovingly in the room. "Yes, that was the favour I came to ask."

Emperor: (jumping up) "Of course, I will legitimise her! Now let me see the young girl!" +

Kid Flash to the others: "This is also new. In the original story, the Emperor didn't like him very much. This looks like a father/grandfather and son seeing their granddaughter for the first time."

Aqualad: "So we have no idea of the original story. Except that this man later became the Greatest of all Evil."

Dick looked around and noticed his missing sister: "Where's Cass?"

Zatanna looked at the note and laughed, showing it to Dick: "I Can Fix HIM."

Cass made her way to Lord Daniel as he looked at Dawn talking to the Emperor.

+++ Because of Vlad, the Fenton family had been isekai'd into the novel.

Since they arrived here, Danny had enjoyed spending time with his family. He liked this place, and Dawn was adorable as a tiny toddler. His mum, dad and Jazz loved playing with her too. Coming here because of Vlad was a blessing in disguise.

[kenandeliza]

Two De-aged Siblings and a very tired Big Brother

Had a silly idea where Both Billy and Mary were de-aged in both Marvel and civillian forms, the result leading the Marvel forms being Toddlers and the civillian forms being babies.

Freddy needs to get to the bottom of this one day, but first, he's going to be charmed by their cuteness

I had another sketch Idea where it's Beautia Sivana taking Baby Billy and Mary away from Dr Sivana (who's about to kill both), but I'm too tired :P it's 1am and I already scribbled 3 drawings for this silly idea at once

Anyway thanks for reading

[corvidscreams]

Uh-oh! Cal got hit with the de-aging stick! Lucky he ran into a clone, who will surely help him. All clones are friends after all :) (Boba would like to know what he's supposed to do when a miniature version of his bounty starts sobbing into his flight suit.)

[fandom-friday]

Last minute additional rec: Five Little Ducks

Probably one of the best de-aged Jason fics I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot lol.

Love to see a de-aged fic with the tag "Second Chances." There's just so much potential for healing and fluff and also ANGST with this trope, and I think Jason Todd is a prime candidate for it. Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[weaverpop]

So de-age is a popular topic how ppl react to jing or nezha being de-aged? Or there partners.

maybe nezha has one of those lil kid crushes on mk and acts out for his attention. as overwhelmed the poor monkie is he's still trying to be patient and kind to kid nezha (considering he knows some about how he was treated) doing his best to keep him happy and less fiery.

Jing I feel like would be a bit bratty as well, not crazy like his son but definitely a bit of a trouble maker. Azure keeps switching between overwhelmed in terms of stress and in cuteness because awww lil jing is so cute and it's kinda funny because he and nezha look like twins almost.

And the reverse.

Nezha, he's super over the moon cause holy shit, baby monkey mk is so super soft and so cuddly! Lil minis surprisingly calm and quiet but very needy in that he wants to be attached to his favorite people and get pouty if left alone too long. Or he'll get adventurous and start climbing up every available surface and giggling while avoiding a frantic nezha trying to get him down from the high up area.

I feel like jing would have the same reaction of omg so smol and soft 🥺. But I'm not sure if azure would be a troublesome cub or not lol

AWWWWWWW 🥺🥺🥺

I LOVE the de-aging trope! It’s so fun and is absolutely hilarious!

It wouldn’t happen at once, but sort of that villain of the week that comes every few episodes and each time it’s a different character who gets hit with the evil ray.

Mk and Azure would be suprisingly easy, mostly just curious at every little thing and all the new people, but mostly low maintenance. Azure would be a little more adventurous, and would be glued to Jing’s side since the man smells like him. Mk would be a tad more cautious of Nezha, but in that “kid has a shy crush” sort of way.

Nezha really wouldn’t be that bad. He’d recognize Jing(who’d be able to mostly keep him under control) so that’s a plus. It mostly depends on how young he is, which is usually about 3-4, is how he’ll react to the others, though like mk he’d react more like a kid wish a shy crush. The biggest factor is weather or not his mom is alive.

Yin lives route: Shed be DELIGHTED that Nezha is young again, and she and Jing would just absolutely dote in the baby.

If Yin is dead…. Well Jing tries to keep it from Nezha, but eventually Nezha gets tired and wants him mom, where is his mom? And Jing has to quietly break the news to him. (Mk has never seen Nezha cry quite so hard. The tiredness in Jing’s eyes, used to it, is just more heartbreaking)

De-aged Jing is an absolute brat. In the WORST way possible. Not like spoiled or entitled, but like actually a brat brat. Screaming, tantrums, kicking, biting, you name it, he does it.

It’s actually a shock with how bad he is. The only people who can calm him down are Azure and, suprisingly, Wukong and macaque. Azure because obv baby crush. (Jing: flowa! (Hands Azure flowers) | Azure: awwww) but Wukong? And macaque?? Everyone is baffled to hell and back. But sure enough, Jing tries to start up a tantrum for some reason or another and-

Wukong, sternly: “No. We do not act that way.”

Jing: (Goes get quiet)

Pigsy: “That worked?!?”

Jing is especially clingy, which confuses and mildly concerns the monkies. The others find the whole thing hilarious, since it’s usually the monkies who antagonize Jing the most. But they figure it out soon enough.

They were in the middle of eating noodles at Pigsy’s, with Jing refusing to leave Wukongs lap, when Macawue went to get up and do something. Jing abruptly reached his hands out to the Monkie almost in a panic and yelled:

“Mama!”

The whole shop goes silent, and Wukong has to hold back his laughter at the mortified look in Macaques face. Macaque takes the kid before he h a throw a tantrum, but is still pretty shell shocked. Nezha is dying, both in horror and in laughter.

Macaque: “Quit laughing!”

Wukong: “I can’t help it! It’s too damn funny!”

Pigsy: “Language.”

Jing: “Bad Daddy! No bad words!”

Wukong: “DADDY?!”

Wukong is even more horrified than Macaque! This time nobody hides their laughter. Thankfully Once back to normal none of them really remember it. But questions still remain.

Wukong: “So, when you ere still a baby-“

Jing, nursing some tea for the headache: “Here we go-“

Wukong: “You kind of, well, referred to me as your… dad? Any idea why?”

Jing: (Heavy sigh) “My father was redheaded, but I get my black hair from my mother.”

Wukong, confused: “Readhead-??”

It leaves even more questions. Because while yes, red hair did exist in china at the time… it was the sleficic shade of orange that concerned him. And it makes them wonder about who Jing’s dad really was…

(But yeah I love de-aged their all so cute 🥰)

[pollyna]

notes more than anything else. (half mine and half @redhead-writes 🫶)

- Post mission de-aged Bradley, nobody knows about icemav even if they're married, and baby goose goes and calls Mav paps! and Ice dad! like 0.3 seconds a part in front of the whole fucking entire squadron;

- And maybe he de-ages to a moment when Carole was already starting to be sick, spend a lot of time in the hospital so Baby Goose was at home with Ice while Mav was in deployed and he finds himself on the carrier and Ice isn't anywhere to be seen and panics because papa papa where's dad why Dad isn't here? and everybody believes he's talking about Nick and Mav doesn't know what to do because is back is killing him but he doesn't want to let Bradley go;

- Mav literally has to pick him up because he's six and he wants to be hugged by his dad and he's wearing too big clothes and what are we playing at?

- Baby Goose is little but the carrier is full jets and be can't contain himself from pointing around and screaming "ARE THOSE PLANES? DID DAD FINALLY GET US ALLOWANCE TO FLY? DID YOU FINALLY CONVINCE HIM PAPA???" and, in the same sentence,"DID WE PAINT THE HELMET TOGETHER PAPA????"

- All in all, Bobby is the first one to get out of shock. He knows Maverick must be injured. So he talks with Bradley, introducing himself and how papa is a bit hurt, so Bob will be his own personal carrier for today. Promises that they will stay close to Maverick. Javy is next to get out of it and commands others getting food and juice, and maybe some kid clothes and tries to ask, very gently, which his Bradley's favourite food without making him noticing that they're taking Mav away;

- Natasha is inventing wild stories about dragons while he cuddles between Jake's arms, because he looks comfy, and everybody else's is there just looking out for him. Bob is the one with Maverick mostly because he seems to know if someone doesn't take the man to the infirmary, he won't go;

- there's then the small matter of Hondo calling Ice, who's in Washington D.C., and the moment his voice is on the other side of the phone Bradley doesn't hear anything else and starts crying because dad dad where are you papa is hurt please dad come to take us home. Ice is shocked. This sounds like their Baby Goose when he was little, and he can't think about Hondo pranking him on something that important. Especially when he doesn't know anything about Mav yet. So the man is on the first plane to his husband and son. It takes hours, and Bradley ends up sleeping with Mav and eats terrible pancakes cutted by little jets because Yale is that good with plastic knife and fork. And then he has this kid who's not taller than his knees that looks at him like he's his whole world and calls him dad and hugs him and oh oh god baby goose it's all okay, it's going to be okay;

- You look old dad. Were we separeted for so long?, baby goose asked, when they're both sitting by Mav. Papa looks old too, he has a lot funny lines over his face, but his voice is the same. Yours isn't what I remember it was! How could we be separated for so long? My stomach hurts so much when I think we dowhen I think we were apart! It's okay if you or papa can't take me up on your shoulder again, I still love you but please please I don't want to miss you anymore! Mav finds them like that, Bradley on Ice's lap, both of them crying softly and hugging each other. We're together now baby, everything's gonna be okay, papa and dad are here he murmurs kissing Ice's forehead and messing with Bradley's curls. We're going to fix this and when you'll be big again we're going to fix it all, I swear;

-It takes the aircraft five days to get back to coast and all the barracks are too small but the captain leaves the three of them his quarters and they sleep half on the floor and half of the bed, cuddling with baby goose and Mav feels like he's thirty again and nothing got wrong again. Ice kisses him a little harder and the whole world discovers them but it has so little relevance because, even if just for a little longer, they just want to enjoy what life gave them;

- Being ashore, with a kid between his arms and his husband's arm around his wrist, is probably one of the strangest sensation Mav ever felt. He dreamt of it for years, every time he was back from deployment and Ice had to wait him home because not even taking Bradley with him could justify their reaction. But now he has it all and they're going home;

- They fall asleep in front of the TV, dinner forgot on the table a couple of feels from them, baby Goose cuddling between Ice and Mav's chest. The next morning Bradley is back to being himself, and his first reaction is to run because that's Mav and Ice and he supposed to be resenting them but he can't move. Doesn't want to, at least for a little longer.

Loosely inspired by this fic.

[spockvarietyhour]

Young Hari Seldon is Fred Jones without the ascot

[ferbracket]

Doofenshmirtz Bracket Incorporated

De-Aged. ''Cool, I'm fourteen years old. Ha, ha, I totally beat you, dude. Now all I got to do is take this DVD to the Film Festival, and then I'll, like, have a lot of power, and stuff.''

Big Sad Eyes. ''A blackout? Oh, Perry the Platypus isn't this wonderful? Now people can't see anything but my pitiful eyes. Look at them, Perry the Platypus, don't you feel sorry for me? Don't my sad, lugubrious eyes illicit compassion and mercy?''

[raddocwrites]

SNW drabbles

Little is, as little does

Chapels eyes widened in surprise and she quickly looked towards Mbenga. His shock was a mirror to her own. She took a hesitant step forward but stopped as…baby spock held up his hand. chapel didn’t have much experience with kids. Anyone under the age of ten seemed like a baby to her.

“Do not approach any further,” he advised. His voice was high and surprisingly musical. His typical bowl cut was sticking up slightly and his ears were way too big for his face. chapel couldn’t help but grin at how adorable he was.

Chapel stopped and nodded at the serious child. Mbenga held up his hands in surrender and dipped his chin in acknowledgement. “Is that you, spock” the doctor asked quietly.

The young boy blinked and appeared somewhat surprised. “You know me?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“Of course,” Mbenga said gently. He took a tiny step forward, his hands out. A tricorder smacking into his temple made him stop abruptly.

Chapels eyes flicked to Mbenga, who was unhurt just somewhat startled, then moved to the tiny, furious figure who had thrown the instrument. Lt noonien singh was practically drowning in her uniform but she had her feet planted and her arm poised to throw again. Her signature dark braids also looked way too big for her. Chapel bit the inside of her lip. If she had thought the Lt was tiny before…baby la’an was almost too cute to handle.

But also dangerous, chapel reminded herself as little la’ans hand tightened on the object she had in her fist. Ensign nyota uhura cried and clung onto la’ans leg. The harder nyota cried the more agitated la’an appeared.

“You have upset my sisters,” spock stated, unhelpfully pointing out the obvious. But, also, as if he wasn’t responsible for any repercussions that might occur as a result; aka whatever la’an might do.

Chapel and mbegna raised eyebrows at each other and the corners of chapels mouth twitched. Sisters? What was going on?

Thankfully, the sickbay doors whooshed open and captain pike and first officer una chin riley hurried in, their faces tight with worry. They both stopped, shocked. “What…is going on?” the captain asked, flabbergasted.

Mgenga held out the tricorder and scanned the three diminutive figures in front of him. “It appears as though-“ An expertly thrown combadge knocked the device from his hands.

“My sister does not appreciate scans,” spock informed them.

Mbenga stood still for a moment then turned towards his commanding officers, tucking his hands behind his back. “Best guess-“

“Best guess,” chapel cut in for him. “Some weird space stuff messed with their cellular DNA and now three of our bridge officers are babies.”

“Five,” Mbenga corrected.

“What?” chapel asked, confused.

“They are not babies, they are about four to five years old. Physically at least.”

The captain blinked and una tilted her head taking this in. “And what about mentally?” number one asked.

“Our auditory processors are still functional,” that small, musical voice interrupted indignantly.

They all turned to look at baby spock. He had what could only be described as a petulant expression on his face. He looked over his shoulder for support. Little la’an didn’t respond; she still stood protectively in front of uhura, watching everything with eyes that never stopped moving. The tiny ensign, however, nodded vigorously. She had stopped crying but still leaned heavily into la’ans leg. Her round cheeks and big eyes were overwhelmingly adorably.

“Its not nice to talk about someone behind their back,” the tiny communications officer whispered, her voice soft like honey but surprisingly rich and deep.

Mbenga just raised his eyebrows again. “That…also seems to be affected.”

Una nodded. She took in the three, tiny crewmembers…children. But her eyes snagged on la’an. She had once told the Lt she couldn’t picture her as a child. Well…she tried to swallow around her heart in her throat. “La’an,” she breathed.

La’an stiffened and held tighter onto the tiny figure half hiding behind her leg.

“You know us?” spocks small voice asked.

The captain took a small step forward. “Of course we know you, spock.” His voice was earnest, almost pleading.

Spocks eyes narrowed and he shook his head slowly as if confused. “I feel as though I should know you. But I do not.”

“We are here to help you,” captain explained. “There…was an accident.”

“What sort of accident?” small spock asked dubiously.

“It doesn’t matter right now,” chapel said brightly as she held up the appropriately sized outfits she had replicated. “How about we get you guys into something more comfortable, hm?”

Uhura tugged at the giant uniform practically falling off her with an impressive frown. She nodded eagerly. Little la’an seemed more skeptical but said nothing, so spock allowed the nurse to approach. He took the offered tshirt and gym shorts reluctantly. Uhura finally moved from behind la’an and stepped forward, nearly tripped, then more gingerly advanced to take her new clothes.

Little la’an watched this from beneath her lashes. When chapel turned and walked towards her, the little girls eyes flashed with panic. She barred her teeth and tried to move backwards. The uniform tangled around her small legs and she tripped. She landed hard and wrapped her arms over her head and curled into the tiniest ball like she expected to be attacked at any second.

Spock dropped his shorts and ran in front of chapel. He held out the flat of his palm in a stop gesture. Uhura was instantly there as well, looking frantically between la’an trembling on the floor and the adults in the room. Her bottom lip quivered.

Una quickly moved forward. Her heart tore seeing little la’an so scared. She barely noticed spock assess her, then let her pass. All she had eyes for was the tiny girl grinding her teeth, waiting for monsters to claw into her skin. Because she fell. Because she was weak. Because she wasn’t perfect.

Una dropped to her knees. “La’an,” she called out softly. She placed a gentle hand on the small girls back and started to rub slow, soothing circles.

The girl jumped at the touch. “La’an,” una whispered again. “You’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you. Rember. You don’t have to be brave anymore.”

Una kept rubbing la’ans back gently and searched for the dark eyes she knew so well. But la’an had her face buried, her eyes screwed shut and hidden away. If the monsters cant see you they cant kill you, right?

Finally, the little girl opened her eyes and she saw una. Her face rippled and seemed to break open. Una instinctively held out her arms and little la’an launched into them. She wrapped her tiny arms around unas neck and squeezed her legs around unas waist as hard as she could. She buried her small face into the crook of unas neck and stayed there, shivering violently.

Una cradled la’an safely against her chest, still rubbing the little girls back. She swayed them gently side to side. For a moment, weirdly, una thought everything felt right in the world.

Chapel breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been tempted to move spock and nyota away just in case la’an reacted violently. She didn’t think the little girl would hurt them. On purpose. But the walls the Lt clearly lived with everyday, didn’t seems to exist for the tiny version of herself. Chapel felt her heart break a little bit at that thought and at the sight of baby la’an quivering in unas arms.

Spock appeared at chapels elbow, dressed in gym shorts and the tiny tshirt with USS Prise written on it. Nyota had also donned her tshrit and mesh shorts and looked much happier to be able to move freely. Indeed, chapel thought as she watched nyotas eyes dance around sickbay, she was going to be a handful, chapel could tell. (One handful could always recognize another). The little girl may have been crying earlier but now that the fear and excitement had abated, nyota was as smiley as curious as ever.

Captain pike and Dr Mbenga joined nurse chapel and the two tiny crew members. Una still held la’an in her arms on the floor.

“Whats next?” baby spock asked with an impressive eyebrow arch. Chapel raised her own eyebrows. What indeed?

[piedpiperart]

Marked for Death pt 17

Chapter 16

“Alright, what was so important that you needed to break into my house for?” Jason asked harshly. He resisted the urge to shoot the man when only silence permeated the air between them. 

“Based on your lead, I found the area Tim was most likely abducted from,”Bruce said, and Jason thought the man looked shaken. “I found a pipe with blood on it, and…”

“And?” Jason repeated, raising an eyebrow under his helmet. 

“The clothes he was wearing in the photos match to a pair of.. pants.. left in the alley,”Bruce gritted out, and Jason’s heart plummeted. “I am sorry about.. earlier. I panicked.”

Jason could see now what about that would send the Batman into a panic. There was really no great explanation about finding the kids pants abandoned in an alley. Jason didn’t even want to think about it, especially paired with the fact that the red case Vodka was carrying usually housed bullets or various toxins. Neither of which were good news for Tim.  

It was equally likely that the kids other clothes were in the alley, but since the scene was so old now, it was likely that the other garments were moved or taken by other people on the streets. 

Jason grunted in acknowledgement. “Did you test the blood on the pipe?” He asked.

“The sample was too degraded. Rain and other grime over the past month made it almost impossible to tell,”Batman reported. Jason could tell that Bruce thought it was Tim’s blood though. They both did.

“I sent you all the notes I have on the Black Organization,”Jason said, getting ready to leave,”I’ll let you know if anything else comes up.”

“Jason-” Bruce started, but Jason had other things to get to. Still, he paused, hand on his grappling hook. “Your source. For the Black Organization,”Bruce said. He hadn’t phrased it like a question, but Jason knew what he was fishing for. 

“None of your business,”Jason gritted out, and leapt off the building before Bruce could say anything else. He’d truly forgotten how difficult it was to work with the man. It was obvious where his priorities were, and he knew he’d do anything to get Tim out of that sort of life. 

Tim hadn’t had a chance to eavesdrop in Jason and Bruce the night before, not wanting to mess up the spaghetti, but he figured it might’ve been important if Bruce was the one coming by. On second thought, he was pretty sure that was why Jason had put him in charge of the spaghetti in the first place. 

Tim guessed it didn’t matter too much, as long as Jason and Bruce were getting together. It had freaked him out a little when he went into the living room only to be met with a giant shadow in the corner, looming over him. Tim had to admit he was getting too relaxed living with Jason. If he was still Robin he would’ve noticed Bruce right away. Maybe there wasn’t a lot he could do to train his body, but he still had his mind. 

It was a bit tiring for Tim to have to play up the toddler act all the time, but he only had to during school and when he was around Dick. He was pretty sure Jason was happy that he was ‘feeling more comfortable acting his age’, though. Tim was getting used to it, and had realized that he craved the sort of stability Jason offered him. 

It was comforting, if a bit strange for Tim to have a schedule now. He had a bedtime, set computer time, and had someone to make sure he had three meals a day. He didn’t have to beg Jason to stay with him, and he was starting to realize that Jason didn’t mind having Tim cuddled up next to him all the time. It was nice. 

Tim hadn’t realized how nice it was to have a parent who actually cared about him. He had learned how to cook with Jason, and all his life he’d thought he’d never be a good cook. Tim was still reeling from how often Jason took the time to teach him how to do something, like bake cookies and bread, or cook spaghetti, even taught Tim how to sew, and now they were making matching stockings for christmas on Jason’s old sewing machine. 

Tim felt bad that he hadn’t once thought about his parents in the time he was de-aged. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but part of him wanted to stay with Jason. Things were good here in their tiny apartment. The house didn’t feel as empty as Drake Manor did, and Tim was almost never alone. The only thing he missed were his friends, and being Robin. 

But he had a job to do here, to bring Jason back home and stop the Black Organization. When that was done, he could go back to being Tim Drake. For now, he’d be okay as Conan Todd. And today, Conan was going to the museum with Dick and Jason. 

“Conan!” Tim heard three very familiar voices call out from across the museum, and heaved a sigh in Dick’s perfectly styled hair. Conan was sitting on his shoulders, grateful to not be walking so he wouldn’t have to try and keep up with the two grown men. 

He could feel Dick’s shoulders rise and fall with laughter as he looked up to Conan. “These your friends Conan?” He asked with a grin. 

“Yeah!” Tim exclaimed, feigning excitement. Internally, Tim was so, so very tired of socializing. He’d already spent every school day with these kids, he didn’t need to see them on weekends too. 

“You three must be Amy, Mitchel and George, right?”Jason asked, kneeling down to greet them. “Where are your parents?” “Mhm!” Amy beamed. “We heard Conan say he was going to the museum today so we asked Mitchell’s mom to take us!”

“Surprise!”George exclaimed, raising his arms in the air, much to Dick and Jason’s amusement. 

“Can Conan come play with us?”Mitchell asked, and Tim pretended to want to get down from Dick’s shoulders, which led his new Uncle to gently set him down on the ground. 

“Sure thing, but keep within our sight okay?” Jason requested,”Where’s Mitchell's mom at?”

“Hi,”Conan greeted softly as he was set on the ground. Amy gave him a bone-crushing hug while George and Mitchell flagged down their parental supervision, who was walking towards the group with a tired smile. 

“I think there’s a water room we can play in over there,”Mitchell pointed, and pulled the two closest kids near him in that direction. 

“I’m gonna go play with them over there!” Tim called out to Jason and Dick before he was dragged off with the gaggle of kids. 

Dick and Jason just waved them off with a ‘have fun’ as they went to introduce themselves to Mitchell’s mom, Natalie. Jason and Dick seemed enthusiastic to talk to the lady, so Tim sighed and followed the kids dutifully. He just hoped he wouldn’t get too wet in the water room. 

Jason and Dick trailed after the kids with Natalie, a tired housewife with two other kids at home. Dick was grinning ear to ear as he made smalltalk, but Jason only had eyes for the kids. It was amusing to watch Conan play around with the water tables. The kids had broken into teams of two to make boats with the supplies available. Jason was pretty sure they were going to race. 

It was Mitchell and George against Conan and Amy, and while Amy and George wanted to go crazy, he could see Mitchell and Conan actually thinking about function. Jason watched them with a fond smile, studiously ignoring Dick’s grin. 

Natalie seemed nice, though. She’d told both of them that the three kids had met in preschool, and had stuck together like glue. She was happy to have the kids make a new friend like Conan. “They seem very happy about their detective club,”Natalie mused. 

“You heard about Snippy the snake too?” Jason asked fondly. 

“The kids were so bummed about not being able to tell anyone, but I think it was sweet of them,”She added. “They’re good kids.”

“They are,”Dick agreed. “I’m glad Conan made friends with them, I was kinda worried.”

“He’s pretty shy,”Jason nodded, then looked over at the kids,”It’s been nice to see him come out of his shell,”He says. 

At that moment, George and Mitchell let out a cry of defeat while Conan and Amy high-fived in victory. Seconds later, they delved into splashing each other, and the adults decided to intervene. None of them had packed the kids extra clothes, and Jason was sure the staff wouldn’t appreciate water everywhere. 

“Attention Customers, there has been an emergency situation, please make your way to the front of the building,”The voice over the loudspeaker said. 

Dick and Jason exchanged glances, but hurried over to gather the kids with Natalie. Jason caught sight of Dick on his phone, and figured the man was asking Barbara for details. Jason was grateful, as this left him able to watch the four kids with Natalie without worrying. 

“What do you think happened?” Mitchell asked. He was wearing a striped shirt and navy shorts today.

“Maybe part of the museum broke?” Amy offered, once again dressed with a skirt and matching headband. 

“Maybe someone got murdered!” George gasped, and Tim shook his head.

“I doubt anyone got murdered,”Tim said. He took in the scene when they arrived, taking note of the small crowd opposite a small paramedic team surrounding an elderly woman on a stretcher. 

Judging by the sorrowful family off to the side, Tim was pretty sure they were the old ladies family. It was a man, a woman and two kids, one teen and one about Tim’s current age. He exchanged glances with his friends before sneaking a look at their parents. Once he was sure no one was looking at him, he quietly backed into the crowd and made his way to the family.

Up close, Tim could see the woman was unconsolable while the man seemed sympathetic. The kids looked worried but confused, so Tim kept going past and towards the EMTs. “Seems like she had a heart attack, but she’s perfectly fine otherwise. If anything it seems more like an allergic reaction,”One of them was saying. 

“She was in the cafeteria,”The other answered. 

Tim was already forming a theory in his mind, but he needed to be sure. Back tracking, he turned to subtly talk to the kid closest to his age, when he saw his three friends talking to the kid. Tim sighed, but made his way over. He couldn’t see Jason, Dick, or Natalie, but he hoped they wouldn’t notice.

“Is she gonna be okay?” The kid was asking, and Amy and George jumped in to reassure him. 

“Did you see anyone messing with her food?” Tim asked, and the kid looked over at him with wide eyes. 

“Um, no, but Dad gave her the food. He um, offered to get her some food, which was weird,”He said.

“Why was it weird?” Mitchell asked.

“Um. My grandma doesn’t like my dad very much, and I don’t think he likes her either,”He said,”But maybe things will get better when she gets back from the hospital?”

The kids turned to each other and nodded, going to reassure the kid, but then before Tim could ask any more questions, he was scooped into the arms of someone very familiar. “Dick!” Tim squealed, struggling lightly before giving up. 

“Alright kiddos, they opened up the rest of the museum again, lets go,”He said, handing Conan off to Jason. 

“You okay?” Jason asked, and Tim had to pause for a moment. He wasn’t expecting that to be the first thing he said, but it was a welcome change from lectures. Tim nodded. 

“The dad poisoned the grandma,”Tim told him matter of factly, to which Jason nodded.”He hates her and the kid said the dad was handling her food which could be why she had an allergic reaction.” 

“I’ll take care of it,”Jason hummed, giving him a hair ruffle. “Now go play with your friends, you can tell them another case was solved by the Detective Boys,”He grinned. Conan huffed with a smile, but ran off to find the others. 

“No way, he really did?” Mitchell gasped. 

“I knew it was a murder,”George said, and Amy elbowed him. 

“She’s still alive,”Amy said pointedly, crossing her arms. 

“Yeah, but you guys did a good job talking to the kid,”Tim said,”He told us the father had a grudge, that’s motive, and he was handling her food, which means he could be why she had an allergic reaction.”

“Yeah! We did it!”George exclaimed. 

“What do we do now?” Amy asked, and Tim shrugged. 

“I told my dad and he said he would tell the police for us,”Tim said, leaving out the possible vigilante involvement.

“Okay, now what do we do?” Mitchell asked, and Amy perked up suddenly. 

“Oh look! There’s a bunch of stuffed animals over there!” She said, and off they were. 

Jason relayed the info to Dick, who called in a tip to the GCPD under his previous occupation as a police officer. While he was doing that, Jason accompanied Natalie to watch the kids run around. They’d found the forestry room, and the kids were bringing a bunch of giant fake eggs into a ten foot nest. Conan had a bunch of egg stuffed animals under his arm while the other three were holding a bird stuffed animal and acting out bird squawks. 

He almost wanted to laugh when he got close enough to hear what they were saying. He exchanged amused looks with Natalie, who had pulled out her phone to take pictures. He leaned over to ask her to send them to him as well, and turned back to the entertainment. 

“Squawk! I work too hard this!”Mitchell exclaimed,”I’m taking the kids and leaving,”He said, and Amy gasped. 

“Well you cant take my kids if you’re dead,”Amy challenged and mimed her bird smacking his bird over and over again. Mitchell yelped and groaned, then fell over dramatically.

“Mueahaha,”Amy laughed, until George’s bird came up to the side of the nest.

“Knock knock,”George said, bird wing knocking on the imaginary door. 

“Oh no,”Amy said, then to Jason’s amusement, she directed Conan to sit in front of Mitchells dead body.”Come in!”

“Hello sir, I’m detective George,”He said, introducing his bird. “Your neighbors called about a uh,.. Screaming, so I came to check on you.” 

“Yes uh, my name is jim,”Amy said, “There’s nothing to worry about here, just me and my children,”she said, gesturing to Conan, who had four giant pillow eggs in his lap. 

“Quack,”Conan said. 

“Hm…”George hummed. “Then why is there blood everywhere?!” He exclaimed. 

“Oh no,”Amy said, then tried to run. George chased after her shouting ‘Freeze!’ and other police things while Conan and Mitchell watched from inside the nest. 

Jason was definitely showing Dick the video Natalie sent him of the whole thing when his brother got back. According to the texts, the man from earlier was arrested with powder in a bag that corresponded to one of the old ladies' allergies. Attempted murder charges were filed and Dick was on his way back to the group. 

Jason had to admit, even with the attempted murder, he’d had fun at the museum with his little family. It made him wonder if maybe he should introduce Conan to Alfred. The old man would no doubt be glad, and Conan would probably love to meet his great grandpa. 

Dick had a bounce in his step as he walked alongside Jason, who was carrying his fast asleep toddler. They’d been at the museum for hours, letting the kids run around to each interactive exhibit. They’d ended the day with a presentation on dinosaurs in the IMAX theater on the east side of the museum, where Conan had fallen asleep. 

Natalie and the kids parted ways after that, in an effort to not wake Conan and get back home before dinner. The other parents were going to pick up their kids at Natalie’s house. They exchanged numbers and parted ways. The kids and Natalie heading for the parking lot while Jason and Dick stopped by the gift shop. 

To Jason’s exasperation, Dick came out with no less than two stuffed animals, a lego set, and a star lamp, while Jason had only asked him to grab the lego set. He gave Dick a half hearted glare while Dick whined. 

“Come on, it’s my duty as the favorite uncle to spoil my favorite nephew,”Dick said, holding up the ugly little isopod stuffie. He opened the car door for Jason, who slid into the backseat to buckle Conan into his carseat. 

“He’s your only nephew,”Jason scoffed. 

“I dunno, you might follow Bruce’s footsteps and get another one,”Dick teased, putting the gift bags in the back. 

“Shut up,”Jason shot back. “I didn’t get him, he was about to get shot when I found him,”Jason grumbled. 

“He what?” Dick asked, smile slipping from his face. Jason rolled his eyes. 

“Kid has no sense of self-preservation,”Jason said.”He tried to steal something from an armed goon and nearly got himself killed.”

“Huh,”Dick said faintly. He was starting to think the shy kid he’d gotten to know was very different from whoever Conan had to be on the streets. 

“Yeah,”Jason let out a breath, done strapping his kid in, and tucking a blanket he kept in the backseat around him. He couldn’t help but stare at the kid’s soft, sleepy face. His little button nose scrunched up when part of his hair tickled it, and Jason brushed it back behind his ear gently. “Kid scared the crap out of me. I just. I couldn’t bring myself to turn him over to someone else.”

“You’re good for him,”Dick hummed, leaning against the car. Jason looked up to him in surprise, meeting sincere blue eyes. “And he’s good for you too. I’m glad you found him.”

Jason blinked, feeling a stinging behind his eyes. “Nah, more like he found me,”Jason chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair, then got into the passenger seat. 

Jason avoided Dick’s glances as he drove them back to the apartment. It warmed Jason’s heart to know that his brother was proud of him. And Dick was just proud to be apart of Jason’s life again, and would do anything to bring Tim into it too.

“Hey, Can we order pizza when we get there?” Dick asked, and Jason huffed a laugh. 

“Fine, as long as you stop eating Conan’s snacks,”Jason glared. He couldn’t remember how many string cheeses and fruit snacks he’d had to replace after Dick comes over. 

“You have the best snacks now,”Dick whined,”I just crave those cheese sticks, Jay.”

“You do realize you’re stealing from a toddler, right? Is it because you’re actually seven years old?” Jason reminded him. Dick gave him a look. “And you can buy your own, you know?” “They just don’t taste as good if I buy them,”Dick rolls his eyes. Jason figures it makes sense that Dick would rather steal from a baby than buy his own goddamn snacks. Which is why he hid the frosted animal crackers in the coffee cabinet.“And besides, Conan only snacks on marshmallows.”

“Yeah, because you eat all his other snacks, asshole,”Jason frowned. He glanced back to the backseat to see his son still fast asleep, unbothered by Dick’s ‘careful’ driving. 

“Language! There’s a baby on board,”Dick hissed, and Jason smacked his arm. 

“He’s asleep, Dick, and I will shoot you if you wake him up,”Jason threatened. Dick only laughed, the ass. 

They did end up getting pizza, and Jason did not let Dick order, even if he said Conan would appreciate marshmallows as a pizza topping. They weren’t ninja turtles, and the marshmallows stayed off the pizza as long as Jason agreed to pineapple on it. 

“You know, I don’t even know Tim’s favorite pizza,”Dick said after they’d ordered the pizza. Jason looked over in surprise, silently prompting him to continue. “I know, I remember yours, but I don’t think I ever took the time to really get to know Tim. I was too busy thinking about you all the time.”

Jason stepped closer, bringing him in for a hug. “You can ask him when we find him,”Jason said, feeling Dick’s nose press against his neck. “We’ll find him, Dick.”

“I just feel, sometimes, that I traded one brother for another,”Dick mumbled,”I’m so glad that you’re back, it’s just..”

“It feels like you had to trade Tim for me,”Jason finished. “I get it. But Dick, we’ll find him. He’ll come back, just like I did.”

Dick nodded, sniffling noisily into Jason’s shirt. He wondered how much longer he’d have to cuddle, but thankfully his savior came in the form of a sleepy boy. Conan came into the living room, still dressed in his museum clothes, only without the jacket and shoes. 

“Dad?”Conan yawned. He rubbed his eyes, which means he missed the adoring looDick sent Jason’s way.  What he didn’t miss, however, was Jason pushing Dick away with his hand to his face. 

“Hey Conan, how was your nap?” Dick asked, unaffected by Jason, and scooped the kid into his arms. He had to resist the urge to coo when Conan rested his head on Dick’s shoulder. 

“Fine,”Conan yawned. 

“Are you hungry? We have pizza coming,”Dick told him, and the toddler seemed interested. “What’s your favorite pizza topping?”

“Did you know that one of the ninja turtles pizza flavors on the show was peanut butter and anchovies?” Conan said instead. 

“Anchovies? You like sardines?” Dick asked, and Conan laughed, shaking his head no. “You don’t? What other flavors did the turtles like?”

“Um, Popcorn, Hot fudge, toast, marshmallows, tea,”Conan listed, and Dick kept the kid engaged all the way to the living room where the gift bag he had gotten at the museum was sitting. 

“That’s a lot of interesting flavors,”Dick praised, then sat down with Conan on his lap,”Maybe someday we can try them all, but first, why don’t you check out what Jason and I got you at the museum?”

Conan sat up straight, looking around until he spotted the gift bag. “For me?” He asked, and Dick nearly died of cuteness at the way Conan tilted his head at him. 

“Yeah for you! We would have had you pick out your own, but someone fell asleep,”Dick said, tickling Conan’s sides. The kid fought a smile as he squirmed away from Dicks tickling. 

Jason brought three mugs of hot cocoa, extra marshmallows for the two children, to the living room as Conan unearthed his gifts. He was notably confused about the isopod stuffie, but excited to build the lego model of the Mars rover. They’d decided on waiting to assemble the lego set until after they ate dinner. 

Dick had fun at Jason’s apartment, but couldn’t help but feel a bit of loneliness when he got back to his own empty place. He sat on his old couch, brushing crumbs off the cushions. Dick hoped that maybe, Tim might want to move in with him instead of Bruce when they found him. Then Dick could have the chance to be a better brother to both his siblings, and finally get to know Tim the way he should have before.

Chapter 18 coming soon!

[leethepiper]

I feel like a de aged Garp fic would be really funny, especially if he wanted to be a pirate as kid or something. Also, I headcannon that Garp was also raised by the bandits, all be it a different group or an older version of the one we know, and we know where that led with the ASL brothers…

[satoshy12]

A wish that was fulfilled, Baby Danny as son of Bruce and Selina returns home. Thanks to Desiree searching for that one moment he was safe.

Tw:" Angst

Without thinking, Danny wished to go back to a time where he was secure; after all, the many fights and getting shot by his parents didn't do well for his morals.

He is tired and wants to sleep and be in peace.

Desiree heard it and searched for a moment in his life and only the earliest moment was before being kidnapped as a baby and found by the Fentons.

Desiree had kind of high standards and thought to do it the right way. She will give him back how he was before he was taken.

Gotham

That was how Selina saw in her room a genie holding a baby who looked too familiar, BUT IT WAS SO MANY YEARS AGO!

Desiree:" Don't lose him again. "

Selina wanted still scream he was kidnapped from her.

Desiree:" It was super hard to find one point in his life where he wasn't in danger! Stupid wish. "

Selina:" Is he who I think he is? My baby Alan?"

Desiree:" Yeah. I turned him into a toddler too; I felt bad you missed raising him. Just make sure he is safe."

Selina:" Well, I wish for enough money to take care of my baby."

Desiree for once just did the wish, and Selina got enough money for her old enemy to be at least 2 years old.

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Artwork

A/N: I just couldn’t NOT write another fanfic about Mk and WuKong. These two are my life and I never want them to be separated. Btw, this is like a 2 parter to ‘Hide and Seek’. This ones a little short and I didn’t go all out but I hope it works.

Summary: Morning has arrived for the two monkeys but Mk still hasn’t turned back yet. I wonder what’s keeping him. While they wait, Sun WuKong finds that not only is Mk a shy person, but also an artist.

“Mk! Breakfast!” Sun WuKong called out for the 4 year old as Mk rushed outside. Mk was suppose to turn back into his normal self by now, but he hasn’t. Maybe he was a late bloomer. Either way, WuKong was beginning to miss him. Not that he didn’t like his little kid version better. He just wish he knew if the old one was coming back.

“Monkey! Monkey!” Mk cheered as he hugged onto his mentor’s leg like a baby monkey. WuKong chuckled at the sight. “Ready for breakfast?” he asked as MK nodded rapidly. “Yea yea.” Sun WuKong, still having Mk hold onto his leg, grabbed one of the peaches from the tree for him to eat. Mk reached out to grab one but WuKong picked him up out of reach. “Nu uh, little guy. You’ll be having something different.”

“But I wanna eat what you eat.” Mk whine in the cutest voice ever. God, it took everything in WuKong’s body not to blush. “You wanna eat peaches?” Sun WuKong asked as Mk replied, “Yep.”

“But I thought you loved bananas.”

“No. I like peaches now.” WuKong giggled at Mk’s determined face. He would do anything to be like his mentor. Even eat the same fruit. Well, if Mk wants to eat bananas then Monkey King will have to do the same. So, ditching the peach, WuKong carried Mk over to the bananas so that he could eat a proper breakfast without gaining immortality. “Where are you going?”

“To eat some bananas. Want some?” Sun WuKong smirked already knowing the answer. Mk seemed to forget all about the peaches when he saw that his mentor was eating a banana.

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After breakfast, Sun WuKong used his time to meditate on his cloud that he made for himself. Sometimes when he would wake up from a trance, he would find Mk looking directly at him. Almost like how he use to watch him before he met him. At first, he found it creepy yet admired by his admiration, and soon, he’d gotten so use to it that he looked forward to meeting him every time he opened his eyes.

So you can imagine his surprised when he realized that Mk wasn’t staring at him like he use to. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even outside. “Lil’ Monkey? Where are ya?” Monkey King called out. He didn’t get an answer. Hopping off of his cloud, Sun WuKong rushed inside his hut and opened his door only to find Mk laying on his tummy drawing while sticking his tongue out. Mk kicked his legs happily as he drew another picture, not noticing that Sun WuKong was by the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the Monkey King closed the door behind him and grabbed the child’s attention by poking his neck. “Hey kid, whatcha drawing?” Mk, startled that his mentor was here, squealed and quickly covered up his drawings. Mk shook his head. “Nothing.” he said as a small blush appeared on his face.

Sun WuKong frowned a bit, confused by the kid’s reaction. Usually, Mk was so outgoing and bright. He rarely hid anything from him, even when he was upset. But, now he wasn’t letting him in on his obviously adorable art work. “Come on, bud. Lemme see.”

“Nu uh.” Mk replied. Now it was Sun WuKong’s turn to pout. “Aw, but I wanna see.” Mk looked at his mentor before shutting his eyes and turning away. “Well, if you won’t let me see, then I’ll just have to make you.” WuKong proclaimed right before he hoisted up his pupil into the air. Mk squeal in surprised and started to giggle when his mentor started to talk funny. “Stop it.” Mk pleaded, but secretly, he was having fun. “No way, Jose. We haven’t even begun. Now then, what’s gonna make you tell me what you were drawing just now?”

“Hehehehe nothing.”

“Oh, off to a bad start there, kid.” Sun WuKong said before he raised Mk’s shirt a little bit and blew a raspberry on his tummy. This surprised Mk so much, that he didn’t even bother to hide his massive laughter. After he stopped to give Mk a breather, Monkey King rubbed his nose through Mk’s neck. “Come on. Tell me.” he teased while making it sound like he was crying while his face was buried in Mk’s neck. Mk giggled and tried to shake his head, but he settled for a verbal response. “I won’t!” Mk managed to say as he heard his mentor gasp dramatically. “You won’t? That’s so mean.”

“You’re mean!” Mk replied, even though his giggles and smile proved that he didn’t mean it. Sun WuKong laughed a bit. “I’ll show you mean.” he said right before he flopped on the couch on top of Mk. Mk didn’t have time to make out what was about to happen before he felt the largest ticklish feeling in his life. His mentor was blowing raspberries on his tummy again, but instead of just raspberries, he was also tickling his sides. So, no matter where he would go, Mk would always find a ticklish feeling that he can never escape.

Once Sun WuKong realized that Mk was in tears, he stopped his tickle attack altogether to let the kid breathe. Mk rolled over to one side and hugged his tummy so tight he thought he would squeeze himself to death. “How ya doin’, bud?” Sun WuKong asked genuinely as Mk stuck his tongue out at him making him laugh. “Yeah, that’s fair.” he said, grabbing Mk by his tail and lifting him up upside down.

Mk couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling. “So, wanna play a game?” Monkey King chimed as Mk nodded with excitement. “Yeah yeah.”

“Okay, come on. Let’s go eat lunch so we can play.” Sun WuKong suggested as he put Mk down and watch him rush to the kitchen. Sun WuKong looked at the drawing that Mk was hiding. It was of a tall monkey with teal and red armor followed by a red pack over his eyes. It didn’t take long for WuKong to realize that it was a drawing of him. Shaking his head with a smile, Sun WuKong followed the giggling boy to the kitchen, eager to both feed him and show him how much he appreciated him.

[cuppachar]

Magic doesn't exist in the ted lasso universe but whatever I cannot stop thinking about Jaime getting cursed and turning into his child self, like 5 or 6 and everyone has to take care of him until he turns back to his adult self. And he's absolutely adorable. He's surprisingly shy and so sweet and so excited to hang out with actual professional footballers!! The team can't get over how cute he is. Ted just about dies every time he sees Jaime having a good time with the team and every time Jaime clings to him. Beard is noticeably soft with him. Obviously no one compares to Roy Kent, who is Jaime's favourite and his hero.

This is too cute!

Damn it, it's on my list!

[wolfgiselle]

Summary: Gon wasn’t incredibly good as guessing the ages of children. He supposed the boy was no longer a toddler but only just. Stunning sapphire eyes blinked at Gon, catching the fluorescent lights overhead. The child had fluffy silver-white hair and was wearing oversized clothes that were painstakingly familiar. Gon had no idea what had happened or why, but it was abruptly clear that the little boy was Killua.

A strange nen attack reduced Killua to the age of a child and it was up to Gon to protect him while trying to get him back to normal.

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Review: Aww. I love baby Killua. Killua deserved to have an actual childhood. Fanfictions that allow him to experience the comfort and safety of one are my 'life elixir' - even if that means he has to be de-aged. He's the character that got me into Hunter X Hunter in the first place, and his and Gon's relationship was what kept me watching.

It was so heartwarming to read about how much a part of Gon simply wanted to run away with Killua and raise him the way he deserved. Or how much he wanted to hold little Killua tight and never let go.

It was heartbreaking every time Killua made clear how fucked up his life and family were. It was in the way he said he didn't know what safety was, constantly misinterpreted every kindness, and repeated over and over again that ‘a good assassin doesn't need...’ so and so etc... Let's not forget the bruises, the scars, or the clear malnutrition. It hurts to even read about a child going through so much.

The fact that they actually have to make him feel safe to turn him back - and that it's considered a possible impossibility pains me.

This is definitely one of my favorite de-aged fics.