#de-aged characters

[elletromil]

Okay, this is very specific but I saw #4 and all I could think of was the fics where Fo Ye and Ba Ye were deaged to toddlers, so maybe something there, if inspiration is cooperative?

Let's just not talk about how long that ask was in my askbox or how long the half-written prompt was in my drafts. Let's just cheer the fact that i'm apparently on a writing spree today :D

Little bit of context: so this is set in a 'verse where something happened to Ba Ye at one point and he came back not quite right. And then some undetermined time later, him and Fo Ye got de-aged somehow.

I hope you enjoy this :D

4. “Don’t mess with me, I’m a big boy now and I’m very scary”

Rishan knew it was a mistake to leave the safety of the manor. But after a week of constant anxiety and worrying, his judgment had definitely been impaired.

Even if it had started off with good intentions.

He might not have the first clue about how to take care of toddlers, but he can recognize when someone is getting antsy with boredom. Especially Fo Ye and Ba Ye. And that's without mentioning that with them being much younger versions of themselves, they are even easier to read than usual.

It's not like he had been worried they would cause him any trouble either. Yes, they are playful as children, especially once Tiezui had managed to coaxed Qishan out of his stoic shell, but they are also very obedient. And since whatever has reverted them back to toddlers also seemed to have an effect on Tiezui's singular condition, he didn't even have to concern himself with what potential mayhem would result from him having a tantrum.

Not that he seems inclined to fits of bad temper at all. He is a sweet child and even as an adult, Tiezui is rather well-behaved all things considered. It's just that with this new condition of his, it is nearly impossible to stop him once he starts losing control.

But that's not a problem with Tiezui as a toddler. His main reaction whenever he has been displeased with something had been to pout. And if it has indeed convinced Rishan a couple of times to give into whatever he wanted over the week, well, he would dare any man to resist those puppy eyes, especially when Qishan starts copying him too.

Nevertheless, leaving the manor had been a bad idea. Even with Er Ye's manor being his intended destination and how much he trusts him implicitly with their safety, actually going there comes with its own risks.

Even now that the war is over, Fo Ye still has enemies. And only a fool would think they have managed to keep his currently vulnerable state entirely secret.

But Rishan had been confident he could protect them easily against any threat, especially under the cover of the fog that had risen over the city. And maybe in usual circumstances he would have been right.

But defending two grown men who knew how to get out of the way is very different from defending two very scared toddlers.

He has been doing a decent job so far keeping their attackers away from the children, but there are simply too many of them. Rishan is a good fighter, but even he has his limits.

He takes his attention off their attackers for a precious moment to tell Qishan to grab Tiezui's hand and run. Qishan might not be able to help him fight right now, but he is still a Zhang. Even if he is so very young, Rishan is painfully aware what his childhood has been like. If Rishan can give them a good head-start, if he can distract their attackers long enough, then they've got a chance to get away and hide.

As much as it breaks his heart that Qishan doesn't hesitate a moment to obey Rishan's order, he's grateful to see them disappear into the fog. They're gonna be safe. He'll make sure of it.

Not that he can spare them any more thoughts after that.

He can only fight and continue to try to thin out the number of his attackers.

Unfortunately, he's been outnumbered since the beginning. It was only a question of time before exhaustion and pain slowly got the better of him.

He's too late to block a blow to his temple and he feels himself tumble backwards, losing his balance, knowing he'll fall.

It's that, more than the pain that makes him wince.

Once he's on the ground, it's over. He won't be getting back up and he knows it.

Except he never does fall.

Instead he feels his back make contact with a strong chest, two arms coming around his waist to hold his weight easily.

"I've got you Rishan."

Now, Rishan had never truly lost hope that he would get Fo Ye and Ba Ye back to their adult selves. But given the circumstances, he can certainly be forgiven that hearing Fo Ye voice again has him this close to weeping in relief.

But relieved or not, Rishan is still ever the protector and if he knows that Fo Ye is safe at his back, that doesn't tell him where Tiezui is. If it was any other time, he wouldn't worry, because Fo Ye wouldn't be so calm if he thought Ba Ye was in any kind of danger, but this is not any other time. Who knows what Fo Ye remembers of their current situation.

Even as Fo Ye is backing them away to safety, fear starts rising in his throat unbidden, as he tries to ascertain through the fog that all their attackers are still in front of him and none has managed to sneak past somehow.

Sudden terrified screaming from behind lets him know that at least one man had gone after the children when Rishan was making his last stand.

But this is not Tiezui's voice abruptly cutting off in a disgusting gurgle.

The few men left standing are clearly getting nervous now as they very well should be.

It's a well-known secret something happened to Ba Ye some time ago and he came back slightly different. Most people assumed it was trauma.

Those who have ever learned otherwise never lasted long enough to let anyone know how wrong that assumption is.

A body flies past them a few seconds before Ba Ye emerges from the fog, his teeth bared in what no one in their right mind would think of as a smile. It's not even a threat. It's a promise.

Still, he doesn't attack at once, instead stopping by their side, something that could be worry flashing in his eyes as he glances over Rishan's body. Whatever it was, it's soon replaced with cold fury.

Ba Ye turns his attention back to their attackers and usually Rishan would at least try to stop what he knows is coming next. It's hard to muster the energy to care now however. And it's not even because he got hurt. He's never really cared about that.

It's because they've tried to come at defenceless children. And they nearly succeeded in it too.

Now, they get to deal with a grown up Ba Ye. A different Ba Ye.

And if Rishan knows anything about him, it's that he won't even let those men have the time to regret their attack today.

[saltywithsarcasm]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, Rob Lucci, Kaku (One Piece), Blueno (One Piece) Additional Tags: Transformation, Aged-Down Luffy, Aged-Down Zoro, Aged-Down Sanji, Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates As Family, Some slight Lucci/Kaku, Monkey D. Luffy is a Ray of Sunshine, Protective Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Needs a Hug (One Piece), Rob Lucci is bad at feelings, Baby fever Kaku, Characters Turned Into Children, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, this was only supposed to be 5000 words, what happened, Jimbei is a dad, Protective Usopp (One Piece), Protective Nico Robin, Child Monkey D. Luffy, Child Roronoa Zoro, Child Sanji (One Piece), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Usopp abuse, poor man is just doing his best Summary:

They were aware of Bonney's devil fruit powers but this marine's ability was on a whole different level. It wasn't just about altering appearances and ages, it actually erased years of memories which is an entirely different problem all on it’s own.

Luffy, Zoro and Sanji get turned into children and get captured.

[ruushes]

a friendly little murder 😊🐦‍⬛🖤🗡️ the crows really said you're going to wear purple leather and you're going to like it

[grimdarling69]

Another deaged Ellie and Dan, but Danny was reincarnated as Damian Wayne

Danny Damian because he was Damian now, wasn't he? He remembers now the Fentons, the GIW, Sam and Tucker, jazz. He wonders if they could have also followed him here. A part of him longs to see his fraid again, but are they his fraid still? He was a new person. Son of The Bat and Heir to the Demon Head. Something Dami he remembers reminding people of. If only Sam could see him now, he knows she'd love that. "Who's edgy now?" He can picture her saying. He can almost see Tucker laughing so hard he'd fall out of his seat.

Crack

The sharp sound of the thunder brings him to the present. He looked over at his clock, 3:00 A.M. The witching hour he can hear Ellie tell him with a mischievous smile on one of their flights around Amity Park. She loved to drag him and Dan sometimes Vlad if he was feeling friendly. Dan, his future evil self tormented by the deaths of all his family and friends, so hurt he got Vlad to rip his human half out so he didn't have to feel the pain. Ellie, his clone, created by Vlad to be the perfect son, too bad she was a daughter. Looking down at his stomach where their cores are now incubating, he couldn't help but wonder if Vlad had anything to do with this.

He shook his head as if that would rid himself of that thought. Vlad was a real fruitloop,but he would never purposefully endanger Dan or Ellie. Vlad, in his twisted and weird ways, did love them in his own ways like kidnapping and keeping him hostage to save Ellie. He had forgiven vlad for the desperate attempt to save his daughter, but incubating Ellie and Dan's cores would make him their father now, too. Ew, coparenting with Vlad does not sound like a fun time. He glanced down and lifted his shirt hesitantly. If he focused on his stomach, he could see a faint blue and red glow emanating from his stomach. Red, Vlads' color, he thought distantly. Hopefully, it didn't mean much. As if signaling him, the envelope they had carried with them to him fell off the bed carried to the floor by the slight breeze.

Lighting lumineating the bedroom, making the crisp white color shine for just a second. He tentatively reached down to grab it. He was being a baby. He was a trained assassin from birth, and his fear trained beaten out of him a long time ago. Some part of him whispered his father and Richard's teachings of being brave but not without fear.

He paused. Father would want to know everything. His past life, Ellie and Dan, the ghosts, being a halfa. He wouldn't understand, Richard would try to, but not even he could never really understand. He couldn't subject his babies to that. He couldn't live with the threat to being ripped apart molecule by molecule. His father's lack of emotional intelligence certainly would not help young halfas. He was fourteen again the age he was killed in his first life. The age he started facing ghosts from another dimension.

He started younger in this life. Killing younger, he learned to fight his whole life. Jazz would hate that. Jazz... he wondered if she was alright if she survived the attack... no, there's no time to think of that right now. He ripped open the envelope( like a band-aid, Richard would remind him), and he noticed Vlad's familiar fancy fruitloop writing immediately(he had fancy fruitloop writing now, instead of the chicken scratch Jazz chided him over). So he was right about one thing this had vlad all over it.

Dear Daniel,

Though I understand you might not be Daniel when this letter finds you. I have been reincarnated into another life as I believe you have as well. My new name is Alexander Luther. I own a corporation called Lexcorp. I unfortunately can not change the name according to my board. The idiot lot of them.

He snickered at that. His smile dropped immediately. Vlad was Lex Luthor, the archnemesis of Superman. Jon would most certainly not like this. He forced himself to read on before he spiraled further.

I regained my memories after an experiment went wrong. I know how original. My new incarnation was able to open a small portal that grew in size, and eventually, somehow Danielle and Dan fell through. The portal then exploded, and I regained my memories. Unfortunately, it destabilized their clone bodies. I couldn't grow working bodies in time, and eventually, I had to hope they could find you. I hoped somehow that the yeti doctor would have imparted some of his strange knowledge onto you that might save them.

Vlad, no Lex still wrong. Vlad was somewhat right about that. During one of his all things ghostly lessons from Frostbite, he told him of how in the old ages ghosts often incubated their ghostlings. A protective measure back when magic and spirits were more prevalent. He didn't really understand it back then, and he doesn't understand it much now, either. Apart from the fact he was doing it, he supposed. What if he did something wrong and he lost them? He doesn't think he could live out his half-life if he lost them again. He needed to get to Vlad, and quickly too so they could start building a new portal to the infinite realms.

If this letter finds you. Come find me immediately at these coordinates. I've gone deep underground to escape my new archnimesis's suoer senses. I've m started research on a new portal, but I'll need your endeneering skills. This world is severely lacking in ectoplasmic science and engineering. I am once again forced to start from scratch on my own. Once we get the portal open, you'll need to go straight to The Far Frozen.

It's as if he's reading my mind, I think jokingly.

P.s. One of my experiments may or not have regiven then my new DNA in an attempt to restabilize them.

Only Vlad.

Well, it looks like they actually were going to be coparenting after all. This was going to go great.

I sigh and lean my head back down on my pillow. He committed the cords to memory before lighting the letter on fire with the lighter he kept in his bedside drawer. Point to assassin training. Jason would be proud. He supposed he could stay for a month or so before leaving, which would give him enough time to get away or think of some kind of mission to give himself. He shoots up. Todd had died and came back. He was a revenant. He couldn't stick around if he were to visit he'd know something was wrong immediately even if he didn't understand it.

He sprung out of bed quickly, but quietly, his foot steps perfectly silent despite his rushed mood of packing a bag. He packed a few pairs of clothes and lots of hidden weapons, some snacks he kept hidden for that should keep him fed on his journey but leaving any sentimental things behind. He glanced longingly at his sketch pad, but Vlad was most likely under the water judging by the coordinates he was given. Who knows if it would survive.

He checked the pack, making sure he got all he needed. He promptly checked it again. Twice. After deeming it sufficient, he willed himself to open the door. He mentally cataloged everyone in the manor. Pennyworth was most likely still in Father's room, making sure he actually listened to his insructions. Richard and Todd in Bludhaven and Crime Alley, respectfully. Cain and Brown in Hong Kong. Thomas was sleeping after his dayshift.

Everyone accounted for except Drake. He was most likely using Pennyworth's attention on Father to work cases. He just had to take the risk. For his ghostlings, for himself, Vlad. He crept down the hallways. He was opening the grandfather clock in record time. He went slower this time. He would use his powers, but his father had supernatural wards of all kinds in the cave. Who knows what they did. He was also admittedly trying to save his little energy for his voyage on the open sea. Light snoring hit his ears as he peered around the corner.

Thank ancients.

Drake was sleeping at the batcomputer, still in his Red Robin suit sans mask surrounded by his poor choices. Empty coffee cups and files spread around. He would still need to be quiet, Drake was a light sleeper, as was everyone else in his family. He grabbed the keys to his bike quickly, sneaking by. If he wasn't ditching his bike at Gotham Bridge, he would have disabled his trackers. He checked the gas and made sure he could make it. That's when he made his first mistake.

Putting the gas jug back down, he accidently hit another of one of his siblings' tools to the floor. He tried catching it without success, but it fell anyway, the loud clang echoing. Mistake number two.

Shit.

"Huh? What's happening?" Drake arose sleepily rubbing his eyes.

He froze. Mistake number three.

"Damian? What are you doing down here?" His eyes landed on him, and he spoke confusedly with his voice heavy with sleep or lack thereof.

He panics. He's blaming the pregnancy hormones on this.

He runs.

"Damian!" Drake responded to his dead sprint with his own. "Stop!"

He reaches his bike, and he turns the keys and prays. Luckily, it comes to life. He fumbles with his helmet it would hide his tears he needed it. who knows if he'll ever get to see them again. He shoots off down the tunnel. Flicking the cave door open remotely.

Another bike rears to life behind him. "Damian wants going on?" Drakes voice echoes in his ears. He can almost taste the concern in it amplified by the helmet. He ignores it and accelerates. He ignores the returned acceleration behind him.

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Tim has no clue what made Damian panic enough to run away. He quickly ran to his own bike while swearing. Damian is already gaining distance on him. After another attempt at getting Damian to calm down and talk, he calls the only person Damian would actually listen to.

He hopes Dick will forgive him for waking him at five o'clock in the morning on his day off.

[beddybites]

babynai and babybu vs the world

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Fics where a character gets magically turned into their younger/child selves with no memory of their adult self and everyone around them has to help take care of the child and in the process learn about their traumatizing childhood and/or realize just how much the adult self has gone through in their life my beloved

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

I don’t need to speculate on what Steve and Eddie look like at 30, they look like this

Those are 30-year-old men Maury

[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

[gallusneve]

Ludovico "Vico" de Riva Qunari Antivan Crow Rogue

[abyssal-ilk]

thinking about the keep art for vivienne

[1960z]

something that I think is cool about iwtv is that jacob anderson and assad zaman (actually esp assad when it comes to this specifically) really do convince me of their characters’ ages, like louis and armand genuinely do feel that old. I really believe armand is 514 years old, he carries the weight of that history in everything he does, in how he carries himself.

old man daniel literally seems like a kid when he’s in the room with them sometimes. he has so much less life experience than them, giving quippy, cocky remarks about things that, from their perspective at least, he couldn’t possibly understand. at the young age he is.

in season one daniel states very emphatically to louis “I’m not your fucking boy” and of course that’s a reference to that in the original book, he isn’t called anything except “the boy” but the thing is to louis the only drastic change in daniel, the one that’s foreign to him is his appearance, but mentally? he still sees daniel as that same kid he met in the 70s. the difference between 20 and 60 is nothing to him. he’s a boy. and you feel that.

[ivyithink]

some doodles because iwtv brainrot continues strong as ever

[phoenixyfriend]

I'm also thinking of a different setting where baby Anakin refers to Vader as the Big Mean Thing In My Head

Idk if Vader got de-aged into Anakin and bb Ani is explaining this impotent Echo of a Sith to like. Obi-Wan and the twins? After they found him wandering around the Death Star, alone.

Or if Vader's ghost time-traveled to the prequels, and Obi-Wan had to grapple with this 9yo he just met being either prone to auditory hallucinations, or Haunted. For probably years. Just some light, trans-temporal, overbearing, sith-fueled possession.

[grimdarling69]

Another de aged Dan and Ellie story or otherwise known as Crack

Pt 1 Pt2

If only Clark hadn't been busy tracking Luthor, he would have been able to save his nephew, his sons best friend.

Once again, Lex Luthor has sabotaged him. He didn't even need kryptonite to do it this time. After Lexs mental breakdown, he had apparently gone off the grid, and unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to hear anything from him. According to the snippets from Lexs staff he had apparently refused to answer to his name, started to hate it, and called his board a " bunch of idiotic bimbos who only appear to work so they could buy expensive cars and whores".

It's definitely a mental breakdown or a possession. Lex doing something to damage his image? Unheard of. Possession didn't seem likely. What kind of person posseses a ceo just to insult his board and completely change their personality? They'd be immediately noticed.

He had been investigating Lex's disappearance for the past month and a half and had only succeeded in not being around to stop his nephew from committing suicide.

Bruce had called out for him, but being halfway across the world he couldn't make it in time, and consequently Damian made it over the bridge and he had been searching for his body for the past 3 hours and he still couldn't find him.

He had never seen Dick so shaken before. Jason had barely been able to stop him from following his brother over the bridge. After he arrived on the scene, Jason started to take his brother home.

"Find his body." He had told him before turning and wrangling Dick onto his own bike

"Stop, Jay. I have to find him. Please... Uncle Clark, please. You have to bring him home. I have to... " He could hear Dick plead with them the whole way back to the cave.

He could only bring their bikes home.

They had now all retired to the cave. He was ignoring Alfred calling Steph and Cass in the other room. Ignoring their desperate denials and begging to be told it was just a cruel prank. Ignoring Dick's full body sobs into Jason's arms, shaking them both. Ignoring Bruce's absent look and ignoring how similar Bruce and Jason's grief was.

Tim, luckily, hadn't broken his leg like what they originally had thought, only popped his knee out at such an angle it looked like it. Alfred had already reset it and listed his usual recovery despite Tim not even pretending to listen to it this time. Duke had already helped him upstairs, eyes red and swollen.

Finally the the tense silence came to an end.

"Did you find anything?" Bruce, one of his oldest and closest friends, asked, his voice calm and steady, his heart unwavering as ever but he knew better.

"I'm sorry."

"Search again."

Just as he was about to fly out again, the elevator opened.

"I found this in Damian's room." Tim hurriedly spoke he was already rushing past him on his crutches to the evidence processing, not even explaining what "this" even is.

"Tim. Explain." Bruce rushing and limped past him following quickly.

Like father, like son.

"What is it?" He turned to look at Dick, he had tear stains but his eyes were dryer his mouth was set in a firm line but he was leaning heavily on his younger brother.

"Tim found something." He responded quietly, and he continued on following his friend.

They sat silently together while Tim and Bruce worked together without speaking like a well-oiled machine firm in it's objective.

He'd say Jason was as still as a corpse with his eyes glazed over unseeing, but that observation was far from appropriate,considering everything.

99% Match found. Partial fingerprints detected unknown. The computer had finally accounted after 15 minutes of silence.

He and Jason waited for Bruce and Tim to tell them instead of jumping like Dick did to get the first look. He doubted Jason could get up, Jason was strong so strong, but he was still so young.

They all were.

Especially Damian, despite all his headstrong confidence and borderline arrogance, he will still only fourteen.

Only fourteen years old and dead by suicide.

He still needed to tell Jon he was buying time by the well-timed expedition of him and Kon already off planet and galaxy on whatever Kon called "brotherly bonding with a little bit of interplanetary fighting and toppling monarchies splashed in and maybe we'll catch a movie on the way home" they had joined some green lanterns to help rescue some new green lanterns who got in between a revolution on accident. He remembers researching for days before letting Jon go, but even just the name of the planet now escapes him.

It all seemed so trivial now.

He had seen what became of Dick and Bruce when Jason had died when Dick had been off-planet, and Bruce hadn't reached out to tell him. He just hoped Jon could forgive him.

"Clark. Where is Lex Luthor." Bruce demanded turning to finally look him in the eyes.

"I'm not sure. Lex went underground a month and half ago. Why? What does he have to do with this?" Clark asked carefully. He had to be careful not to set Bruce off.

" AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME? Bruce's voice rose exponentially.

Too late, he couldn't help but think.

"His fingerprints are all over this goddamn envelope. Whatever was inside made Damian kill himself, and you're asking what does it matter!"

"How do we know?" Dick spoke softly, his eyes still glued to the results.

Everybody turned at the same time. Jason's head snapping so fast he winced.

"Know... Know what?" Tim asks him just as softly.

" How do we know Damian is.. is dead?" He spoke again, looking up to glance at them all.

" I know Damian. He's my.. my...He wouldn't just kill himself. He couldn't have. He showed no signs of ever even contemplating it. Not even... Damian would have told me.. Would have trusted me to help him. Lex must have taken him or.. or somehow lured him away." Dick spoke hurriedly or desperate but still completely convinced.

"Chum.."

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed standing up and kicking his chair sending into the wall hard enough to crack the plastic. His hands shook like they were itching to wrap around someone's throat. They twitched and he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes were greener than ever and glowed so strong there seemed to be a small headlight in front of him almost.

"He could be out there being tortured or worse! And we are just sitting here twiddling our thumbs like FUCKING BABIES!" His voice grew louder and louder until he was screaming into their faces.

"Jaylad-" Bruce started just by hearing that name he knew whatever Bruce was going to say was going to be the complete wrong thing.

"We are going to find him. No matter what it takes. I never gave up on Bruce, and i can't give up in my baby brother either." Tim spoke up, his voice unwavering his heartbeat never stuttering, not even once.

He risked a glance at Bruce. His old friends face was softer, looking at his sons, but his frown was determined, and he tilted his head in the way he always did when he wasn't going to give up.

They were going to bring him home. They just had too.

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Crack

Boy, was Damian glad about this storm. He quickly realized that he couldn't use more than one of his powers at one time. He was able to make it to the coordinates of the apparent luxurious island Vlad was hiding out on.

He was expecting actual underground, not just some shell company bought island decked in lead and man-made waterfall galore.

He was absolutely soaking wet and shivering by the time he crashed onto the island. The storm just kept on thundering down on him, plastering his clothes and hair to his face in clumps. He better not get sick from this.

Cold fog escaped his throat, and he shivered even more.

"Daniel! Is that really you?" Lex fucking Luthor called out after he'd been laying exhausted and chilled to the bone in the grimy muddy sand for a few minutes.

"Hey, fruitloop." Was the first and last thing that he said before promptly passing out.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

The Beginning

:) I said I was going to write this lol. Hope you guys like it sorry for my words and stuff if you seen my other posts you can tell I have bad grammar

Anyway enjoy the story

Danny doesn’t know how long his been flying and it’s starting to take its toll and if he doesn’t see clockworks tower soon he’ll have to stop and take a break ( not to mention being incredibly injured )

Especially with him now being pregnant… whoa that’s really weird to say

As danny was thinking of that that’s when he saw Clockworks tower Danny let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

Was it because of seeing a familiar face

Or was it the knowledge that They couldn’t hurt him anymore

Danny shakes his head like he’s trying to get rid of the thought. As Danny gets closer to the tower he stops flying and just floats to the main entrance of the tower ( he will most definitely fall if he doesn’t and he knows that ) there at the entrance is clockwork floating there as Danny sees him he starts to speed up and as soon as he reaches clockwork and just cry’s like the child he is…

Clockwork knew this had happened in other timelines.

Some where Danny ends up in a GIW facility being a experiment

Or where Danny goes on the run from the GIW or his own parents

Or where clockwork had hoped with all his core this timeline would be like where Danny’s parents loved him even if he was a halfa ( even if this universe is one of the rarest of all the timelines )

But when he saw Danny hold on to him like it’s the only thing that is keeping him from getting even more hurt than he already is

Danny has multiple cuts and bruises from different weapons and angles from where he was running and it looks like one of his ankles is barely holding on to a thread the bone is most likely shattered and there are multiple deep cuts around his neck like someone was trying to put a collar on him more specifically a shock collar that looks like it got a good few shocks in if the bit of burns on his neck were anything to go off of. And Danny has fallen asleep on him

Clockwork smiles softly at this and picks Danny up and brings him up to his tower he summons a bed to put Danny on while he heals him the best he can but some of the cuts around his body are going to scar and the cuts around his neck are some of the worse injuries that he’s seen on the boy in this timeline and the only ones this bad in this timeline. Now where would the boy go? Clockwork can’t take care of him and with his human half it would be impossible for him to live in the ghost zone so where would he go..? Clockwork thought about it for a few minutes before he remembered something a dimension and pocket dimension to be specific it has everything the boy could ever need but it does have a population of snakes that take care of the little place they call home and are not afraid of fighting off others if they are not a part of the nest but the boy does seem to like snakes what is it he called them once ‘danger noodles’ if he’s remembering correctly the boy always finds away to be endearing clockwork thinks before he goes to get the portal to the dimension this place will be the perfect place for Danny to live in with his unborn child he is currently caring for.

That’s all for the first part I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it’s a bit short this is my first time writing a fic. And the second part will be out soon anyway byeeeee (also here are the people who asked to be tagged I hope you guys enjoy the story)

@thatoneweirdshipper @phantasama @siluver



[quiddling]

he’s like a dog that got hit by a car but was totally fine