#deaged fic

[coyote-dislikes-fish]

Doodle page based off of @sundefeaterlou ‘s fanfic “I fell heavy (into your arms)” because I love it so much AAAAA I need to reread it right NEOWWVDHBSDHHS

(Closeups under cut)

First time doing doodle pages

I didn’t reference anything except the one where toshi is holding the big bunny plush so if it looks off or colors are off shhhhh

I had an old color palette saved so I used a few colors from there for the desk doodle heheh

[slotmachines-fearofgod]

babby ahsoka + twins

Please enjoy this not proofread not edited not ready WIP! we need more baby ahsoka & clones in the world

---

For the first time in his (relatively short) life Rex was at a loss. 

They were investigating some temple on behalf of the Jedi. Anakin had been sent because of his intense attunement to the Force and the 501st had happily followed his lead. Rex hadn’t gotten much out of the man, just that the Jedi would know what to do and all he needed to worry about was following their lead. 

Rex was going to kill him. 

When they first landed and entered nothing had seemed off. It was an old, crumbling structure built by neither Jedi nor Sith millenia ago. The Jedi wanted it investigated due to the strange flow of energy around it, an energy that had steadily been increasing over the past month until the signal reached Coruscant itself. Rex had braced himself for mental games or mind tricks but there had been nothing. 

In fact, there had been so little sign of anything that Anakin decided it would be best for them to split up. Coming as a surprise to no one Ahsoka took Fives, Echo, and Rex along with her down the side passageways, leading them through a winding maze Rex wasn’t sure he’d be able to figure out on his own. 

Which was what led them here. 

Rex stared down at the three children in front of him and felt the vague urge to cry.

Fives blinked up at him, his big eyes full of curiosity as he looked at Rex’s armor. Rex, still frozen from where he’d busted through the door that had trapped his compatriots, watched as his second waddled up to him and grabbed his kama. 

“Fives?” Rex croaked, incredibly out of his depth. 

Fives laughed brightly, “See Echo! I told you it would catch on.”

Echo, now half his original size, scowled, “No fair. Why do you get the fun name?”

Ahsoka, his little commander, his almost-sister, his charge, stuck her finger in her mouth and immediately jammed it into Echo’s ear. 

Echo yelped, scurrying away from the girl who was grinning with her fangs out, “Ew!”

“What’s your name?” Ahsoka asked, seemingly innocent. 

Echo grumbled quietly so they couldn’t hear, still trying to wipe the spit out of his ear. 

Fives ran over to him, laughing all the way, “It’s Echo! It’s ‘cause he only repeats what the trainers say!”

“Shut up!” Echo’s face lit up red as he smacked his brother, “I do not!”

“Ow!” Fives whined, rearing up to hit Echo back, “Don’t be such a tubie!”

“I hate you,” Echo growled, “Stop being so mean.”

“I’m Ahsoka!”

Both clone cadets momentarily paused to look at the togruta girl. 

“I’m a Jedi!”

And with that their feud was forgotten. Rex sighed and walked over, accepting that this was his life now, as Echo launched question after question at a giggling Ahsoka. Fives was trying to bodily drag her away to see her do “cool Force shit,” leaving Rex to wade in between the pack to pick up the little padawan. 

“Hey,” Fives complained, “Give her back.”

“Hush,” Rex fixed him with a look, “Give me a sitrep cadet.”

Fives rolled his eyes, a move that would’ve gotten him another hour of training at the least on Kamino, while Echo stiffened into a less than perfect parade rest. 

“Sir!” Echo started, his voice just a little too loud in the echoing chamber, “Myself and CT-5555 were enjoying our downtime in the bunks. We were taking the allotted rest period to sleep and woke up here in this…where are we? Sir.”

Rex sighed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, “We are on the planet Erot in the Outer Rim. As for the name of this place, I was not granted access to that information.”

All three kids' eyes widened. 

“Outer Rim?” Ahsoka asked, “That’s so cool!”

Rex shifted her onto his hip so she’d be easier to carry. If he had to guess, they were all about five or six standard years. They could speak plainly and fluently and had little coordination issues, but they were much younger then they’d been a mere five minutes ago. 

“Ahsoka,” Rex started, “Do you remember what you were doing in this room?”

Ahsoka shook her head, now looking around the space, “No. I was in the creche with Uzaa and we were going to class with Master Che. I was late.” Ahsoka looked down sheepishly, a blush of her own on her face. 

Rex smiled weakly, “It’s alright. We’ll work it out.”

“Who are you?” Fives piped up, never content with being silent too long. 

“I’m Rex,” he could answer that at least, “Captain Rex.”

“Captain?” Echo looked up at him with something like admiration, “Wow. Does that mean the war has started?”

“What war?” Ahsoka asked, now alarmedly squirming in Rex’s arms, “Why do you all look the same?”

Rex winced, “It…may be best if we regroup before we talk about everything,” he said apologetically, “But I’ll explain.”

Ahsoka frowned, wiggling so much that Rex gave up and just set her down, “Okay. Are we going back home?”

That was a good question. Right now Rex wasn’t sure what to do with his sort-of soldiers. And there was no way he was getting back through the tunnel system without a guide to help. 

Rex looked around the room, searching for clues or hints of what did this to them. There were strange carvings on the floor in the center and metal piping running along the ceiling, but other than that the place seemed empty. Devoid of anything and everything except for the group of four at the door. 

Rex pinched his nose as he pulled up his comm, already dreading this call. 

“Skywalker here, what’s your status Rex?”

“Uh,” Rex looked down at three innocent and eager faces, “I need a rendezvous at my position ASAP.”

“What?” Skywalker’s voice changed, now startled and anxious instead of cool and collected, “What happened to Ahsoka? She can’t lead you?”

Ahsoka gasped, “He knows me?”

“...What was that?”

“That is my predicament sir,” Rex sighed again, “I believe your padawan activated something. ARC troopers Fives and Echo are down along with Tano.”

“ARC trooper?!” Fives cried in excitement, now bouncing on his toes, “We make ARC troopers?”

Rex gave all three of them a scolding look and pressed a finger to his lips. They all looked down at their feet, adequately shamed. 

“Riiight,” Skywalker drawled, “Sounds like I should see this myself. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Bring Kix please,” Rex tiredly requested.

“Of course,” Skywalker sounded less upset now. It helped soothe some of Rex’s own nerves as he mentally cussed out stupid Force shit in every language he knew. “I look forward to seeing what this is about.”

Rex let out a breath of relief as the call ended. He sat heavily next to the kids, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. 

At least until Echo rounded in front of him. 

“Captain?” Echo asked in a small voice.

“Yeah?” 

“Are we in trouble?”

Rex softened a bit and shook his head, “No. It’s just been a long day.”

Echo hummed, “So is it true? Has the war started?”

Ah yes. The great war. The one they used to dream about as kids. Their strange light at the end of the tunnel. 

“Yeah,” Rex said hoarsely, staring into Echo’s eyes and suddenly being hit with the realization that this Echo’s brothers were still alive, “It’s started.”

Echo frowned, “But you’re not an A clone. Why are you deployed?”

Rex shook his head, “It’s complicated. We’ll explain later, I promise.”

Echo seemed unhappy with that answer, but he didn’t get another word in before Fives was bullying his way into Rex’s line of sight. 

“You said we’re ARC troopers,” Fives accused, “But we haven’t even graduated our base combat modules!”

Rex laughed softly, “You’ll get there someday. Trust me.”

Fives scowled, unsatisfied with Rex’s half answer but Rex wasn’t really sure how much to tell them. Telling them everything - Rishi, their batch’s destruction, their missions with Torrent - seemed unwise. They were still kids. They deserved to be kids. Just for a little bit. 

Rex startled as he felt a weight lean into his side, briefly reaching for his blaster before looking over and realizing it was Ahsoka. 

She looked up, her usually large eyes now seeming comically huge on her face, “‘M cold.”

Right. Togrutas were warm blooded. And she hadn’t gotten as lucky as Fives and Echo, whose blacks shrunk with them. She was still stuck with her skirt and stupid tube top. Rex wanted to rip that thing to shreds and replace it with armor. He’d had the instinct many times before but now…

Rex just opened his arms, allowing the girl to crawl into his lap with a happy sigh.

He glanced at Echo and Fives, unsurprised to find them bickering quietly off to the side. 

“Boys,” he called, his voice booming around the chamber, “Cut it out.”

Fives made a frustrated noise and stomped his foot, going off to sulk in the corner, while Echo stared after him with an angry look. Eventually the younger of the two made it over, subtly checking out of Ahsoka had left any room in Rex’s lap. 

Rex scooted backward against the wall so the three of them could sit more comfortably before he called out, “Fives. Come here.”

Fives turned around, stuck his tongue out, and turned back to the corner. 

“CT-5555,” Rex put a little more authority into his voice, “Now.”

Fives hesitated, fighting with himself a little bit, before groaning and stomping over. Rex gave him an appraising once over, finding nothing wrong with him other than the attitude. 

“What’s this about?” Rex tried his best to go for strict older brother but he was pretty sure the image was ruined by the two kids in his lap. 

“Don’t wanna be here,” Fives mumbled, crossing his arms and looking down, “I miss 4040.”

Ah. Cutup. Fives’ favorite of his old batch. 

Rex relaxed a bit, crooking his finger at Fives and watching the kid tentatively step toward him, “It’ll be alright. We’ll get you three fixed up in no time.”

“Fixed?” Echo craned his neck to look up at Rex. 

Rex winced, knowing where Echo probably jumped to, “Back home, I mean.”

Echo nodded, slumping against Rex as Fives tried, and mostly succeeded, to fit himself between his brother and his future commander. Rex held the three of them in his arms and tried to remember to breathe. 

He didn’t know what to do with this. They couldn’t fight and there was no way in hell Kamino would take Fives and Echo back. He didn’t have the first clue what to do with Ahsoka, hell he didn’t even know if they’d allow her back at the temple after this. Were the Jedi as strict as the Kaminoans? Certainly not except for the exceptional cases. The issue was this was most certainly an acceptable case. 

They sat in a tight anxious silence for the next few minutes. Rex was shielding as best he could, but his skills were rudimentary at best and he knew it was getting to Ahsoka. Adding on to that Fives and Echo kept poking each other and making faces when they thought Rex wasn’t looking. Eventually one of them was going to hit Ahsoka and he just knew that would start an all out war. 

Ahsoka perked up before the rest of them, her eyes going wide and her figure stilling. Rex let out a sigh of relief, well aware of what that meant by now. 

Sure enough, a few moments later they heard hurried footsteps and a few calls between troopers. Rex had them all stand, drawing his blasters and putting on his helmet as he walked to the door. 

Skywalker was the first in line, his face curious but not alarmed. Rex let the blasters fall when he saw him, nodding respectfully to his general. 

“Rex,” Anakin greeted him, “Mind showing me what this is about?”

Rex nodded, peeking over his shoulder to see Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase. That was good. The boys would love Hardcase. 

“Yeah,” Rex stepped aside and pointed at the trio of children, “Feel free to take a look.”

Anakin, it seemed, had the same reaction to children as Rex did. Which was freeze. 

Kix nudged him aside easily, sparing a curious glance at his general, before he too paused in the doorway. 

“Hi!” Ahsoka waved cheerily, one of her hands in Echo’s, “I’m Ahsoka!”

[zimadatgenius]

MHA Fanfic Idea

This is a short idea, but it has my heart nonetheless.

Due to a quirk, Toshinori is turned into a toddler. The only thing he wants to do? Follow around Izuku.

I've read a lot of fics where Izuku gets de-aged and follows around either Toshinori, Aizawa, or like- Bakugou/Class 1A. I love Toshinori though, and so I wanted to put my own twist on the trope.

So OFC I would have a deaged Toshinori following around Izuku and the few shenanigans that would come out of it. It's so cute and perfect, it makes me giggle just thinking about it

I would call the fic would be called Little Boy Blue which I think is just perfect.

[omnivorousshipper]

Your baby Hattie fics was adorable! Thank you! Now that you mentioned it, a de-aged Shaw ficlet would be amazing! I can already imagine the crew trying to hold back snickers watching the Shaw siblings trying to act scary (And then them realizing that they’re still equally terrifying as kids than as adults)

Aw! Thank you friend! Lol! The Toretto crew would definitely have their hands full with those three!!

"Shaw! Where the fuck are you?!" Dom yelled over the radio. Just like everyone else in the crew, he was trying to get out of the quickly collapsing Eteon base they had snuck into

And then promptly started destroying

"Which one?" Owen snapped back over the radio

"Yeah, could you be a bit more clear?" Hattie snipped

"All of you!" Dom yelled back, having no patience for their antics

"We're still on the west side!" Deckard finally gave him a straight answer

"How long until you get your asses out of there?" Dom snapped as he avoided another piece of rubble from landing on him

"We got we needed, we should- shit!"

Suddenly, the crew could hear all three Shaw yell out in pain over the radio

"Deck! What's going on?!" Luke screamed over the radio

But there wasn't an answer

"We have to go back for them!" Letty yelled next to Dom

"Fuck! Hobbs, you're the closest!" Dom called over the radio

"On it!"

As quickly as they could, Dom and Letty made their way out of the base. The sky was clear and any other Eteon members had already escaped a long time ago

Now, it was just a waiting game

Soon enough, the rest of the crew made their way out

Except for Hobbs and the Shaws

"Hobbs! Where are you? Did you find them?" Dom barked

"Yeah, I found them." Luke's voiced crackled over the radio. "But, and I'm not sure how to explain, they're different."

"What do you mean?" Ramsey asked over her own radio

"You'll see when I get out there."

The crew shared nervous glances as they waited for Hobbs.

After what felt like hours, they finally spotted Luke exiting the ruined base. But they didn't see anyone following him

As he grew closer, Dom heard Letty gasp

"Is that...?"

Squinting, Dom looked closer at Hobbs

And saw him carrying three kids

"You're shitting me." He whispered

~~~

Rubbing a hand down his face, Luke wasn't sure what he was seeing

It shouldn't be possible for three grown adults to have been turned into kids

Simply impossible

And yet, that's exactly what he was seeing

Once they had left the ruined base, Luke kept all three Shaws with him as they slept soundly through the ride back to Nowhere

Now, they were still asleep in a lounge at Nowhere that had been converted into a temporary daycare

"This is fucking ridiculous." Luke sighed to himself.

Several murmurs of agreement came from the rest of the crew as they stared through the glass at the siblings, almost as if they were all at the zoo

"Well, at least they won't be as annoying." Tej spoke up

"Hopefully," Dom mumbled

"Doubtful." Letty said dryly

Sighing, Luke looked over at the crew

"Alright guys, I'll keep an eye on them, if you want to go do something else."

"If you're sure," Dom gave him a considering look

"I'll be fine." Luke nodded. "I've dealt with these three as adults, they can't be any worse as kids."

Slowly. The crew dissipated and left Luke alone with the Shaws

Glancing back at the lounge, Luke had to do a double take.

The Shaws weren't there anymore

"Shit!" He hissed quietly. Quickly, he opened the lounge's door and entered. He called out. "Deckard?"

The blanket they had covered the siblings in was gone, along with the kids. Casting his gaze around, Luke felt his heart beat incredibly fast. Where did they go?!

"Deckard? Can you come out, please?"

"How do you know my name?" A small voice snapped

Looking down, Luke saw Deckard peeking out from behind the couch. Sighing in relief, Luke took a small step towards him but immediately stopped when he saw Deckard flinch away

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." Luke said softly. Crouching down, he showed Deckard his hands. Thinking fast, Luke decided on a lie, especially since Deckard didn't seem to recognize him. "I'm a friend of your mom's."

Deckard watched him with narrowed eyes

"He knows mum?" A boy's voice asked and suddenly, two more heads popped out

Owen and Hattie looked so small, Luke couldn't believe it was them. But Luke knew that gleam of curiosity in Owen's eyes

Deckard shoved at them and shushed them, then turned back to Luke

"How do you know our mum?"

"We did a job together once." Luke said simply. "She wanted me to look after you for a while."

Deckard's eyes narrowed, making Luke want to laugh. Even at such a young age, his bullshit detector was incredible

"Deck!" Hattie whined. "I have to use the loo!"

Meeting Deckard's eyes, Luke held his hand out

"I'll let you call you mom in a little bit, ok? But for right now, let me take her to the bathroom." Luke said gently

"No." Deckard snapped. "I'll take her."

"Deckard-" Luke sighed, but was interrupted by Hattie whining again. "Fine. Let me show you where it is."

Slowly, the siblings came out and Luke was again struck with just how small they were. Deckard didn't even come up to his hip

Holding both of his little siblings' hands, Deckard walked next to Luke but refused to look at him

Sighing, Luke led the way.

Finally arriving, Luke let Deckard and Hattie into the room, while Owen refused to go with them

"I'll watch him," Luke promised Deckard, who glared at him but eventually had to agree as Hattie kept whining

Stuck waiting in the hallway with a small sized Owen Shaw, Luke had to wonder how his life ended up this way

"There you are, Luke!" Snapping his head up, Luke saw Mr. Nobody coming towards him. "And if it isn't Owen as well! Or, I'm assuming it's Owen. Was Deckard bald when he was a kid?"

"I don't think so," Luke answered him but watched Owen hide behind his legs as Nobody came closer.

"And the other two?"

Looking back up at Nobody, Luke sighed

"Bathroom right now. Any word on what happened?"

"Not much. Ramsey's looking over the data the trio got before being shrunk, but well."

"It's going to take time." Luke finished for him

"But! In the meantime, I got several of my agents out buying kid stuff." Nobody told him joyfully

"I guess that's-"

"What's this?" Owen asked

Both men looked down at him, and Luke nearly jumped when he saw Owen playing with his phone

"How did you get that?" Luke yelped. He didn't even feel Owen take it from his pocket

Owen just shrugged at him

"What is it?" He asked again

Luke glanced over at Nobody, who simply smiled at him, a gleam of amusement in his eyes

This is not how Luke expected for today to go

I hope you enjoyed friend!

[shaenanigans]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Shen Wei walks into his 1PM class and an immediate hush falls over the room. Biting back a heavy sigh, he forces his legs to carry him to the front and center of the class despite how much he wants to do an about face, find a secluded, non-surveillanced corner, preferably his office, and teleport out of the University grounds.

Yunlan had been crying up a storm during his first two lectures because of all the students’ inane nattering. No matter how much he tried to calm Yunlan down, he was not having any of it, until he cried himself to exhaustion. Shen Wei was ready to murder someone by the time he went back to his office for a break when Da Qing updated him on the case.

[maychorianrecs]

Little Princess by Eastofthemoon

Little Princess by Eastofthemoon Words: 7,488 Author’s Summary: “It was that weird bracelet,” Lance snapped as he struggled to keep his voice down. “I found it on the shelf, handed it to Allura because it was sparkly and I know she likes that stuff, she puts it on,” he pointed to her with his thumb, “and wham! Next thing we knew she was a kid!” “I still find it weird the clothes shrunk with her,” Pidge whispered. “Pidge, that’s the least of our concerns right now,” Hunk stammered as he cupped a hand over his mouth. My Comments: Wonderful deaged Allura with tea parties, makeovers, and various messes. I loved how much Lance and Hunk got into it, with the other paladins dragged into things with varying degrees of acceptance, and poor Coran's heart got a bit of a workout. So good.

[maychorian]

Heyo, welcome to Friday morning angst time feat. Deaged Lance headcanons~ Starting w a not sad, picture baby Lance running and giving Coran a biiig hug, little arms wrapped around his legs, and him saying "I love you uncle cranberry", and Coran scoops him up and spins him around and hugs him and they're both so happy~ ...Leading into the ANGST, Coran has trouble with thinking of Lance growing up because he had a child, or grandchild, around the age Lance is, and having little Lance around--

--Remined him of how dearly he misses his family... Also little Lance being preciously sweet and caring. And giving everyone nicknames. Lance doesn't remember much from being tiny when he gets reaged, but every once in a while he calls for uncle cranberry, and maybe Corans hugs feel a little tighter than usual. AAAAGH, you made me love father-son Lance Coran and it's too wonderful, I can't handle it 😩

Oh man, I love it, and when I write the fic this is definitely happening. “Uncle Cranberry,” gah, I can’t believe I came up with that. Tiny Lance is going to be so adorable and Coran will have his hands very full.

[zimadatgenius]

@krisingtons was talking about an idea for a de-aged Izuku fic... and seems to have struck me with the fluff big once again. So we have....this snippet <3

The now young Midoriya was hanging off of the former hero's neck, and as much as he wants to let his tiny mentee go, Toshinori had absolutely no heart to.

Staring into the young boy's features he listened intently as he babbled about his favorite heroes.

"Dad!! You remember my favorite hero right? Right!"

Toshinori could feel the heat rise up his neck. Ever since Izuku had been de-aged, his memory seemed to have been warped and his assumption that *he* was his father was completely unexpected. However, after one too many failed attempts to correct him, Toshinori accepted his fatherly fate.

"Mmmm, no Little Prince. Tell me, you know I'm old." He chuckled under his breath as the toddler dramatically sighed at his "dad's" forgetfulness.

"It's All Might!" Izuku shrieked. The little boy popped his head up and almost knocked Toshinori upside the jaw in his excitement. Grinning, Toshinori felt the boy's playfulness infect him.

"Prince of Nonsense I have a secret." Leaning in close to the toddler's ear he whispered, "I'm All Might."

Izuku jerked back Toshinori's arms and laughed hysterically as if the blond had told him the worst joke on the planet.

"No, you're not! You're my dad! You can't be All Might!"

Shaking his head, Toshinori resigned himself to his fate. He was not All Might, but he was Izuku's dad today.