#deaged!au

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I decided it, they’re deaged!

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do you have any child!graves headcanons?? you write him so well and i need to know your ideas... for science :) <3

Oh man! Child!Graves, as in from When You Were Young? I do have head canons for that! The way I picture him (and the way little Graves was gonna develop), he didn’t have much of a childhood. His family put tremendous pressure on him to be great. He was a ‘Graves’, after all. A child of a crazy powerful and influential bloodline, filled with various Graves men and women who have all dedicated their lives and their magic to the servitude of the magical community in some way or another, most recently being his father as one of the founding 12. 

And then the added bonus of Graves having a well of rich, magical energy even at a very, very young age – so much so, his small body almost can’t contain it all. His father stresses the importance of containing himself and the safety of secrecy. He’s never allowed out of the grand estate, because his family fears he wouldn’t be able to harness himself in public. So they bring in tutors to help him reign himself in.

Cue school, where suddenly he has peers his own age, but has been tutored since he was 3 or 4 by the best of the best. Cue a small boy who knows he has to be the best. Who is already trained to be the best. Who is the best at everything but making friends, because outside of his tutors and the servants (human and creature alike) at the Graves Estate, he has never had one – let alone his own age. He’s a small, serious boy. With powers unlike any child his age. He’s more a machine than a boy, and school is his first glimpse at how different his childhood was.

But he was raised with the idea that the Graves live to serve, so he lives to serve. His magic is not a gift, but something that makes him a weapon. Something he must be conscious of at all times. He holds himself like a loaded gun everywhere he goes. 

So when Grindelwald turns adult Graves (a man who is powerful and good and respected, but distant and not very well understood) into a child – cue a small boy finally being told that he is not a weapon, but a gift. That his magic is something to be celebrated. That his life is his to tailor as he wishes. This may be my first fic where, in some way, Grindelwald is in fact liberating in a positive way for Graves (even if unintentional). Grindelwald sees him as the very reason why he must do what he does. And if anything, the more he learns about baby Graves, the more protective and attached he becomes.

I just see him as a very small, very quiet, very anxious boy. A boy who was never allowed to be a boy.

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@swpromptsandasks Cody is this close to dropping him (not really, he could never, but he would like to formally let General Skywalker know that he’s a horrible influence) Also self indulgent Skywalkers Padawan as a lanky teen. A youngling dream and the Councils nightmare. 

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Smol!Ozpin meeting Oscar??

Oh god. So, the only way I can think of this would work is if Ozpin was just reborn as a baby every time he died, which... Oscar just finds smol!Ozpin under a fuckin cabbage one day and goes ‘what the fuck’. And goes even more ‘what the fuck’ when some old Huntsman comes along and tries to take this baby because he’s... the reincarnation of some old warrior and the world’s only hope? OK, no, fuck you creepy old drunk dude. Oscar’s coming along because this is his babie. Someone has to be responsible around here, dammit.

Cue absolute chaos as the two enable each other like the feral brats they are. 

(feat. a random Qrow because I could, and also because he’s the poor bastard trying to wrangle them into not destroying every McD’s in the kingdom.)

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proud smolbiwan with his new armor. Before and after I went nuts on the overlay ^^;

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@sozdanie-gryazi-eternal OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT - THEY WOULD BE SO PRECIOUS TOGETHER. Like, Credence becomes a completely different person around Percy. He opens up in a way that Tina has never seen before. He’s unguarded. He’s completely present. He’s completely Credence, and Tina can’t help but find more and more reasons to have the boys meet each week because together, they heal. 

She watches as Credence takes Percy’s small, chubby fingers into his hand as they cross the street and smiles.

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more deaged babies? maybe continuing from the last one where they ask mako about a wedding?

Newt loves the new clothes, eagerly putting the top part on and bouncing, hugging himself;

Hermann approves, he is immensely huggable, and leans in to have a turn; Newt giggles and squeaks; “What about yours- come on, try it on-”

Hermann looks doubtfully at the shirt he has been given, they’ve cut a second pair of holes for his secondary arms, but he’s now sure why his should wear it- it will not keep out the cold, and anyway, for that he has his wonderful coat-much too large for him, soft and worn and fluffy for him to curl up in;

But they bought it, and put in the time, so Hermann tries to get it on; it’s a struggle, Newt giggles and helps him get his head out of an arm hole, and slowly arrange himself inside the thing;

He is still far from sure, the thing is tight and catches on his spines, pulling them flat down his back, but his arms are free, and Newt is smiling, strokes down his front, the sharp jut of his breastbone;

“You look great;” he hugs himself again, “Mako- can you marry us?”

Mako is sorting through her collection of packets and drops one; little multi-coloured balls sprinkle everywhere;

“Have you got M&Ms?” Newt sounds delighted, and snatches a handful, “Here, try one-”

The thing is completely tasteless, although the crush is nice, Newt however, devours them with gusto; “So, Mako- can you-”

Mako is looking at them, an odd sort of look on her face; “Do you want to get married;” she’s looking at Hermann;

“I-” he isn’t sure, but- “I want to stay;” he look at Newt; “With you;”

Mako nods, then smiles, although it’s slightly forced; “Let me get Tendo and his bunch, Chris will want to get you made up;”

Newt cheers, Hermann looks after Mako as she goes, puzzled.

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Mako and Raleigh on a shopping trip.

(deaged Newt + Anteverse Hermann au)

It’s strangely domestic, going shopping together; it’s normal in a way Mako can’t remember since that terrible day in Tokyo; Raleigh looks around, fascinated- being an open port, Hong Kong has been one of the first to recover form the war, and reopen the shopping centres;

Mako glances down the list; “See if the tobacco place is open for Tendo, get some snacks for everyone, and some toys and clothes for- for the little ones;”

“That first;” Raleigh points at the child store;

It’s something Mako had never imagined, or at least, not her- Raleigh looks a little wistful, looking over the baby clothes, and Mako feels a sharp spark of guilt;

This won’t be her life; oh, looking after Doctor Geiszler and Gottlieb while they are having their- problem- is one thing, but everyone else has a hand in for that, to be alone- or even with Raleigh-

No; they will have to talk, if Raleigh wants a child, this will need new negotiation;

“What do you think?” he holds out a small child’s t-shirt, sleeveless and with a speckling of stars across for the chest;

“Not for Newton;” Mako comes back to herself;

“No;” Raleigh shrugs, “We could cut here-” he indicates where two new arm-holes could be cut;

Mako closes her eyes, she isn’t made for this; Newton is one thing, but Hermann; “Do you think he wants-” she shakes her head, “Why do we have to- what can we think of this?”

Raleigh looks down at the little shirt, sighs, “I don’t know,”

For a moment, they can just look at each other; until the two doctors- grow up, there won;t be any answers;

Mako shrugs finally, “You can buy it, if you think he’ll like it,” she picks up a handful of clothes roughly the right size, “I would like to- leave here;”

Raleigh’s face falls, Mako feels the guilt twist in the stomach, I am sorry, but I can’t, I am sorry.