Yet another Twin au because why not!?!?

So in usual fics and stuff where Dami and Danny are twins it always starts with how they are separated(usually by mission failure or they are pinned against each other in a fight to the death and so on)

Here—similar to other’s— Danny and Damian fight. Danny dies and Talia revives him in the Pit and leaves him with the Fenton’s with no memory of who he was.

When he becomes a halfa he remembers his life before and sets out to rescue his brother form the league because even if Dami killed him he can’t let his brother stay in such an awful place while he is having a good life half-life.

So he goes to the league (invisibility of course) and finds that Damien ISNT EVEN THERE!

He searches, and searches until he finds him in Gotham with their bio-father living a normal life, more or less…. “Holy shit my bio-dad is batman!?!”

Danny decides that Damien would be better off without him (basically he chickened out)

He goes home and is talking about this to is friends and sister and one of his ghost frienamies over hears and tells Danny he should go be with his brother like “dude he’s gonna be real pissed when he dies and finds out you were alive this whole time!” (Probably Ember). Danny tells whoever it is to basically fuck off. (Thinking that they only want Danny gone so they could fuck around with out them finding out)

Said ghost doesn’t take it well, and in a spur of the moment decision goes and tells the other ghosts and they devise a plan to go to Gotham and cause chaos until Phantom stops being a baby and goes to see his brother.

So a team of Johnny(and shadow), Kitty, Ember, and Skulker basically go on a double date to cause mischief and the box ghost and the lunch lady on the opposite side of town (also on a date because i say so) and the bat fam are freaking out because wtf are all these meta’s doing here? And they are getting their asses handed to them before Phantom shows up to take his ghosts back to the ghost zone.

But as soon as Damien see’s phantom there is like a record scratch moment and now Damien is ignoring the ghosts and just chasing Phantom with no explanation. All the ghosts stop just to watch and are giggling and laughing which confused the bat fam cuz they were fighting just a second ago.

Kitty says something about a family reunion causing Bruce to stomp up next to the ghosts and say a simple command of “explain!”

Johnny turns to him, “jeez Pops, cant you see the resemblance?”

Ember looks to him, “we dont know the whole story but BabyPop over there was killed and found out his brother was alive and fighting crime, we just decided to give him a little push in the right direction so the can reconnect!”

Johnny, who got tired of watching Damien chase Danny sicks Shadow on Danny and catches him.

Danny is struggling but when he looks up he see’s his twin brother who had killed him, crying (a rare sight to anyone) and just hugs him as he blabbers apologize for doing what grandfather had made them do.

Talk nerdy to me | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summery: It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare..and some fun

Word count: 1.k

A/N: Since I was struggling with writer block, I decided to go back to what I love and write about horror movies. Enjoy the horror references sprinkled throughout the fic!!

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Eddie hadn’t gone out for Halloween since he stopped collecting candies at ten years old, so you dragged him to Tina’s Halloween bash. Parties weren’t his thing, but you insisted he had to experience it at least once.

It was a last minute decision, which didn’t leave you a lot of time to find a costume. All of your friends were going as rom-coms movie characters, but you decided to pull up in a light blue button up and jeans, turning yourself into Laurie Strode.

As you were wandering around Tina’s house, most people weren’t getting your costume. You get that not everyone is a fan of horror movies, but it’s their loss for being cinematically uncultured. Laurie Strode is an iconic character and deserves just as much recognition as Andie Walsh or Baby.

You got yourself a drink and found your friends, dancing with them for a bit. Familiar tunes filled the house as you swayed your hips and laughed, having a good time. You hadn’t gone to a party in so long.

‘’I’m gonna get myself another drink,’’ you told your friend, then disappeared down the hallway leading to the kitchen.

There were so many people at Tina’s that you had to snake through the mass of people.

Once you made it, you poured yourself some liquor and a mixing liquid, following your older brother’s advice to never get punch - or any drink presented in a bowl - at parties. They get spiked with drugs the easiest.

You took a sip before leaving, tasting your mix, and smiled. Good enough.

Taking a glance at the clock in the room, you frowned, wondering why Eddie hadn't showed up yet. He told you he had an errand to run and that he’ll join you at Tina’s, but you were starting to think he had blown you off.

You were about to go back to your friends when a guy in a Michael Myers mask grabbed you from the back and forced you to a secluded spot, holding a - fake - knife to your throat. You should’ve felt threatened and scared, you should’ve screamed for help, but the hand on your hip, holding you against your attacker’s body, felt safe.

Chin up, you faked distress. ‘’Please don’t kill me Mr. Myers, I want to be in the sequel.’’

A throaty laugh came from under the mask, not expecting that kind of reaction from you.

You turned around in your attacker’s hold and removed the mask, revealing the man you had been waiting after. He had on his work coveralls, but his name tag had been taken off for the night to not reveal his identity. You could bet your next paycheck that Eddie had planned this little stunt.

‘’You know Michael is a silent killer, right? You totally blew your cover,’’ you pointed out, still holding the rubber mask in your hand. ‘’Besides, I'm not scared of the boogeyman.’’

‘’And you’re showing a little too much cleavage to be Laurie. No parents would’ve hired her to babysit their kids if she showed her rack like that.’’

You looked down and saw a button on your shirt had popped off. ‘’Shit.’’ You gave Eddie his mask back along with your drink so you could fix your shirt. You were already getting called names from dating the school's highest outcast, you didn't need to be called a slut on top of it. ‘’How are you liking the party so far?’’

Eddie took a sip of your drink and grimaced at the sweetness. He was a beer guy. ‘’It’s crowded and sweaty. Oh, and the music is terrible. My ears are gonna need an exorcism after we leave,’’ he joked as another radio hit came on.

‘’Too bad I didn’t dress as Father Damien.’’ You took your drink back and laughed around the rim of your cup while Eddie grinned amusely.

‘’Let’s bounce. Halloween parties suck.’’

You nodded. ‘’Is it too late to get movies at Family Video?’’

‘’Already secured,’’ Eddie said, a proud smile on his lips. ‘’I got us the best of the best. And a lot of candies.’’

You grabbed Eddie’s face and kissed him hard. ‘’Did I ever tell you how much I love you?’’

At the trailer, you and Eddie brought blankets to the living room and settled on the couch in front of the tv. His uncle was at work, so the volume of the tv and your laughs won't be bothering him if you end up staying there all night.

Once the first movie was in, Eddie dumped an assortment of pop rocks, pixie sticks, razzles, cherry laffy taffys and more on the table. There was so much candy. There’s no way you’ll go through all that tonight without having a sugar rush or breaking a tooth.

‘’Did you rob a candy store?’’ you asked with a laugh, taking a box of razzles and a laffy taffy and peeling the wrapper.

Still in his coveralls, Eddie flopped down on the couch and opened a green lollipop, popping it in his mouth. ‘’No. I put my mask on to scare some trick-or-treaters and stole their candies. They almost shit their pants.‘’

Your jaw dropped. ‘’Oh my god. You’re a terrible person.’’

He grinned toothly, totally bluffing.

You shook your head and tossed a razzle at him, hitting him square in the chest. ‘’I hate you.’’

You started the movie marathon with the original Halloween - you had to -, then followed with Christine.

‘’Did you know that Jamie Lee Curtis’s mother is also an iconic scream queen? She plays Marion in Psycho. Pretty cool, uh?’’ you said as Jamie Lee came on the screen, spilling tons of little facts and anecdotes about the movies.

Most would’ve found you annoying and told you to shut up, but Eddie didn't mind. It was one of your little quirks.

‘’I love when you talk nerdy to me.’’

He seemed to not have been lying. The nerdy talk had turned him on for real.

The fiery fury scene from Christine played in the background as your back collided with the hallway wall, your legs secured around Eddie’s waist as he skillfully kissed your neck. Your shirt was unbuttoned, exposing your black bra.

‘’Should I put my mask back on of would that be too much?‘’

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There’s a disruption in the conversation, a summoning circle appears and up comes the succubus from the night before. The group stands their ground, Sam stands in front of MC with Erik, hopefully blocking her from the Succubus. “Well that plan failed miserably.” She says as she plops herself onto the dining room table, looking at her nails. “Forgot about the bastard child and his mind reading abilities.” MC sees Damien bristle at that and Sam clenches his fists. She looks up from her nails and makes direct eye contact with MC through the small gape between Erik and Sam. Glaring. “I see the human has some guard dogs.” She lazily draws her eyes up to Sam and Erik. “One being the brute.” She gives Sam a disgusted look before whipping her head around to look for James. “What do you want?” James glares at her but his tone just sounds exhausted with her, almost like he’s addressing a child. She notices too and raises a brow. “What I want is for you all to stop playing around with humans and deal with the brink of war your father is about to start.” She bites out. “That doesn’t concern us anymore. We were dethroned the second we left.” Erik tells her. “That can change though. I was arranged to marry one of you, that still needs to happen. Then we can rise to the throne and stop your monster of a father.” She says seriously. MC is confuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuused but is not about to start asking questions why this succubus is here. “None of us are coming with you.” James tells her in irritation. “I didn’t ask for your permission.” She barks back, her voice lowering dangerously, a purple aura surrounding her. “Don’t get on your high horse here bitch! There’s five of us and one of you. I’d watch your mouth.” Sam responds in the same tone, a green aura surrounding him. If they’re not careful a fight will happen. “Don’t get mouthy with me brute or I will kill that little human and make this easier on us all.” She jumps down from the table stalking her way toward Sam. “What the fuck did you just say!?” he growls out and tries to rush her, but Erik holds him back. “Don’t be stupid, she wants you to attack her!” Erik tells him. “Let me go Erik!” Sam James rushes over and helps Erik hold down Sam. “What a good little guard dog. I bet he listens to his owner.” She’s looking at MC not at Sam. “Don’t look at her look at me bitch!” Sam is actively shaking trying to get out of his brother’s grip. Matthew is now on Sam’s back trying to keep him down. “Call me a bitch one more time you mangy dog and see what I’ll do to you!” She shouts at him. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and sighs. “Whatever, my plans changed now anyways. I’ll be back to collect you boys.” She turns around to go back to where she summoned herself. As she disappears she makes eye contact with MC the whole time. It’s not until her body is completely gone that James, Erik, and Matthew release Sam. He’s breathing hard, trying to come down from the rage. James and Erik turn to look and check on MC. Her eyes are just wide looking at the spot in the floor the succubus disappeared. “We got this.” Matthew places his hand gently on her shoulder She just continues to stare into the floor, burning a hole with her eyes.

After the morning events Damien takes her back upstairs to let her take a nap. He watches over her, all of them too worried to leave her alone even in the house.

When she finally wakes up, it’s James sitting in the room reading and writing furiously in a notebook.

“What time is it?” she groans out. James almost jumps out of the chair. He collects himself quickly looking at his watch. “Around 3… You okay?” he asks cautiously. She avoids eye contact gripping the bedding in her hands. “Define okay?” He closes the book and goes to sit on the edge of her bed. “It’s not a great situation… but we’re going to handle her. Try to not worry about it.” James tells her gently. “I’m so sick of everyone telling me to not worry. I’m filled with worry, about a million different things!” she takes a deep breath before word vomit just starts to spiral out of her. “I’ve been put on the backburner my whole life! Don’t worry about a job, don’t worry about a major, don’t worry about your dad, don’t worry about you’re future, don’t worry about devils, don’t worry about this impending danger that seems to follow you!” She’s not looking at James, her hair curtains over her face hiding her welling tears from him. “I’m over being told to not worry about my life. About the people I care about…”

James is quiet and gets up to grab the notebook he was writing in earlier.

He gently hands it to her. “I know a few things about being told who to be and what is expected of you from others… I got to leave that and find who I am…I’m still finding out who I am besides the first-born prince of the Demon Lord.” She looks up at him, an takes the notebook from him. “Those are almost all the transcriptions of the first journal of your grandfathers. This is yours to take if you want. Your future is yours so you can use this or not. I’d prefer if you did since I wrote it all out for you though.” He smirks at her. She shoves him. “Thanks James…she uh, she burned those first notes you made me.” His face sours, “Yea I found the magical ashes on your bed… She’s threatened by that knowledge if she did that.” “She is?” “Absolutely. Maybe you can do more than you know. If she was willing to burn all of that just seeing you with it, she feels threatened by whatever power your grandfather had.” She leans on James shoulder for a second, looking through the notebook. “Thank you.” She whispers. “You’re welcome. Now I’m going to see how lunch is going, but Sam is probably waiting to see you.” Her face flushes. James just rolls his eyes. “We sent him on a run to get that adrenaline out of his body. He’s probably on the roof sulking.”

She goes outside onto her balcony and looks up, she can see Sam up there sitting over her bedroom. She smiles to herself.

“Do you wanna come down or should I go up?” she hollers up at him. He jumps before looking around and realizing she’s under him on the balcony. His face flushes for a moment. “How’d you know I was up here?” he questions She shrugs, “It’s where you usually are when I can’t find you.” He raises a brow. “And James told me.” He rolls his eyes but makes his way over to the edge and swings himself down onto the balcony with her. He lands next to her and looks over her. He opens his mouth but she cuts him off. “Do not ask me if I’m okay. The answer is up in the air right now.” He chuckles, “Fair enough.” She leans into him resting her forehead on his shoulder. “I think I’m sick of supernatural beings trying to kill me…” He wraps an arm her pulling her closer, “I think I am too.” He mumbles into her hair. She smiles into his shoulder and peeks up at him. “What?” he laughs. “Thanks for being the world’s best guard dog.” He groans and shoves his face into the crook of her neck. She starts giggling that turns into full on laughter. He bites her. “Sam!” she swats at his arm. He looks up at her smirking, “I’m an aggressive bred, I bite.” “Ha ha ha.” She tries to shove him off but doesn’t succeed. He keeps a good grip on her waist. “Sam?” she leans back to look down at him. “Sorry just give me a second.” His arms are shaking a bit. “…Did you, did you burn off any energy you had left?” she asks quietly. He nods. “I can-” she starts but Sam cuts her off. “No! I mean,” He jolts up looking her in the eye, nervous. “I don’t want you to- fuck.” She tilts her head confused. “I’m not good at this.” He sighs. “I would give feedback but I’m confused.” She offers in light tone. He takes a deep breath. “I don’t want you to think I just use you for energy. You’ve offered twice now and I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” “… do you not want my energy?” she asks softly, hurt a little. Maybe she had been reading his signs wrong. He reads her face and starts fumbling, “No no! I didn’t, fuckin’ shit.” He puts his head back into the crook of her neck and sighs. “I mean I want you to give your energy because you like me…not because you feel obligated too.” She starts giggling, “Sam, I offer it because I like you dummy.” Sam buffers for a second, unsure if he heard her right. “Are you serious?” he mumbles into her neck. She starts laughing, “Sam, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve tried to talk to you about this a few times already. I also just don’t let your brothers take naps with me…in bed.” Sam starts laughing, “I guess I should have put that together…” “Or talked to me?” she suggests “Yeah, or talk to you.” He kisses her neck and it sends a shiver down her spine. “Or kiss, kissing works.” She sighs airily. He chuckles, kisses under her ear and pulls away to look at her. She blushing furiously but smiling at him. “Why don’t we pick this up after lunch, yeah?” Sam    

MC and Sam are kinda sorta dating. The lines are a little blurry.

Diana is still proving to be a problem and they don’t feel the safest, especially since she can just show herself.

It’s September and her new semester of university is about to start and it has her on edge. She’s picked a new subject for her masters and it’s something she’s passionate about. (History??Library science?)

She’s nervous about living her life, and everyone’s on edge with Diana

“Can someone just tell me what’s happening? Why does she want you so badly?” They all get awkward and kinda get weirdly quiet and clammy. “I mean… I could show you more than tell you…” Damien suggests. “What does that mean?” She asks. Sam gets rigid and sends Damien a glare. “It means he can literally show you what we went through…” Erik tells her voice bitter. “It’s disgusting and vile and she doesn’t need to see it!” Sam says through gritted teeth. “Sam, she needs to know what she’s getting into… clearly we can’t be running forever. If it’s not Diana or the devils it will be someone else.” James says. “Fine.”

Damien does his little ~see into the paaaaaaaast~

It’s worse than in the game, their father is a monster. Like for real for real. Damien tries to keep it to only the important information, but it’s still bad. It’s so bad.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry you had to endure that…” She says looking at them. Sam bristles and walks away. He can’t handle sympathy and he never wanted MC to know anything about their past. He was ready to never look back. “He’ll come around… he’s just…” James tries to start but looks away with a sigh. “He’s ashamed. We all are.” Damien finishes. “You didn’t… you all are victims you know that, right?” She asks them, seriously. “You didn’t have a choice.” “We did. It just would have killed us.” Erik says in disgust. “That’s what Diana wants us to stop. We ran away for a reason.” Matthew says bitterly. MC grows quiet. She can see why they ran, but there’s a part of her that also understands Diana. “Do you think there’s any way to stop your father?” She asks quietly. They all grow quiet, like shadows fall around them. “It’s not our fight anymore.” James says matter of factly.

She doesn’t push it, but MC wonders if it’s the right choices their making. She doesn’t think any of them should marry her, but they need to stop their tyrant of a father. It might kill them though, and don’t they deserve their freedom?

Once again, it's time for....

Who's That Secondary Character?

with me, Jack, your one-stop-shop for catching up on ancient backstory for EGS, Girl Genius, Questionable Content, and more! Today on the show:

Noah

Noah has appeared again in recent El Goonish Shive comics, but who is he? Where does he come from? And why is he following Diane? (And yes, he's always had that androgynous Link-from-Legend of Zelda style, it's one of his defining features.)

Early Appearances

Noah is a trickier character than most, because the storylines he's connected to have been retconned multiple times. (Although it might be more accurate to say that he was simply planned long ago, and changes to the story happened over time.) Noah first appears in the comic as a mysterious shadowed and hooded figure who had sworn revenge on Damien.

From there, Noah largely disappeared from the main comic for an extended period of time. I seem to remember him occasionally appearing out of nowhere to help the good guys and then disappearing again, but I can't actually find any main-story comics where he does that. I could be conflating him with Magus, another shadowy figure who was hinted at for a long time. Noah was also popular in the non-canon sketches and comics, as well as fan theories, during this period. It is eventually confirmed in canon that Noah is the shadowed, hooded figure, but my impression is that readers were meant to have already figured it out at that point.

Tragic Backstory

Noah's parent(s) were murdered by Damien, because his father was part of the cult that created Damien. Noah didn't get a chance to enact his revenge before the events of Painted Black happened, but he did get a hint about what kind of person killed Damien, and planned to seek her out.

After his parents' death, Noah appears to have spent his time focused on becoming powerful enough to face Damien. Noah is almost matched with (non-transformed) Elliot for being extremely strong, fast, and athletic. He is also obviously in-the-know about magic, immortals, uryuoms, and possibly more. However, beyond his near-superhuman athletic abilities (and the flying), it's not known whether he actually has magic of his own or not.

Noah feels immense respect and kinship towards his guardian, Raven, whom he lives with and views as an adoptive father. However, due to Noah's personal history and a lack of social experience, he doesn't know how to bring this up. Noah also typically speaks with an overabundance of caution as a method of controlling his emotions. Therefore, he had defaulted to addressing Raven as 'sir', and sneaking around the house. However, Noah and Raven finally had a heart-to-heart after Pandora's death, and now refer to each other as father and son.

Love/Hate Quadrangle

Noah's girlfriend Melissa is also Justin's childhood best friend/ ex-girlfriend. Justin blames Melissa for outing him as gay and exposing him to extensive bullying. (Reminder: because of the time-bending nature of long-running webcomics, Justin was outed his freshman year in essentially the cultural equivalent of 2003 or thereabouts, when blatant homophobia was more socially accepted. Dan has generally opted to use the currently-preferred (at time of publishing) LGBTQ+ terminology and concepts as the comic has gone on, ((side note: I want to do a separate blog post on the different approaches different webcomics bring to this issue)), resulting in characters using 2022-esque LGBTQ+ vocab& sensibility in the end of Justin's senior year, regardless of the fact that only 2-3 years have passed in-universe.) Melissa herself had a... very rough time accepting Justin's sexuality. Depending on the point in continuity, she gets jealous of any girl who talks to him, stalks him to harangue him for dates, deludes herself into believing the two of them are in love, or (most recently) has urges to act like they're still best friends/ dating but recognizes the urges as harmful compulsions.

Elliot accidentally becomes involved when he meets Noah by chance at an IKEA and strikes up a friendship with him. When they eventually put the pieces together, Elliot, Noah, and Justin all end up angry with each other to varying degrees. The tension is exacerbated because Noah has something he urgently needs to ask Justin, directly. The questions are aimed to figure out who summoned the fire monster that attached the comic book shop (when Cheerleadra first appeared), but because Noah keeps on being interrupted, we don't actually find this out until the moment before the second magical attack on the comic book shop, when Noah assists Cheerleadra in fending off the dragon-summon. He also assists Grace and Greg at the martial arts dojo as part of the same fight. Justin never actually answers Noah's questions about the first Cheerleadra fight (thus preserving Elliot's secret identity) because the summoner's identity becomes clear at the end of the fight.

Following Diane?

Noah goes to Moperville South, the same school as Ellen, Grace, Nanase, Justin, and Diane. Diane (who has known since she was a child that she was adopted) recently found out that Raven is her biological father. Raven (who until recently believed it was impossible for him to have children) found out at the same time. They both have complicated feelings about this, and haven't talked to each other yet. Noah likely knows all of this. Raven is Noah's guardian and adoptive father. For that reason alone, Noah might reach out. In addition, Noah likely knows about a lot of the big, magic-related things that have happened to Diane recently. They potentially have a lot in common to talk about.

Incidentally, they also both have a habit of sneaking, and are both adept at getting places quickly.

I'm sure the title of the current arc is just a coincidence...

Note: originally posted before complete because Tumblr kept eating my edits

When I Was Your Man

Eobard Thawne X Reader

Request from @mrs-turgut-alp

Hey! If you dont mind can you write an imagine where somehow Damien Dark come come to know about the girl that Eobard love is going to marry earth 2 Harriosn Wells. Malcolm Merlyn and Damien Darhk, tell him to distory the wedding and kill Earth-2 Harriosn, but he say he care about her happiness. He saw her crying and its time for her to say happy. He go to the Wedding but when when she saw him, she become worried but he make him sure he is going to nothing.

A/N: This is my first time someone request to me and I'm very excited to write it. I hope you like it @mrs-turgut-alp .....🥰

The legion of doom was gathering on there liar for almost an hour now planning there next moves against the legends.

" So that's the end of our plan, is that clear? " Eobard ask the team still standing in front of them with a white board behind him.

" Clear " Damien said while sipping his champagne.

He makes his way at the table and grab his own glass and pour some champagne on it.

Malcolm was furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He look at the white board where the plan is and narrow his eyes for a couple of minute before standing on his chair.

" What about this girl? Are we don't have any plan for her? According to my source she's very strong metahuman that can kill us. " Malcolm said while pointing his finger at the picture of one of the members of legends.

Eobard snap his head while looking at the picture where Malcolm was pointing on it.

" Yes she is " Eobard said with a smirk on his lips.

He walk at the front of the white board with a smile on his lips and a sadnees on his eyes.

"But where not touching her " Eobard said while turning away at the white board.

Malcolm farrow his eyebrows at the respond of the speedster.

" Why? "

Eobard stare back at his colleague while sipping his champagne.

" Because i said so " Eobard said while looking at Malcolm and walk out, when suddenly he heard someone cleared his throat making him stop for a couple of second.

" You know what's the reason? " Damien dhark ask the dark arrow and turn his attention back to the speedster with a smirk on his lips. " It is because Eobard love her "

Eo quickly narrow his eyes at Damien dhark with a deadly stare. "I'm not Inlove with her" he said quickly while turning without looking at his team.

" Really? " Damien said while lifting his one eyebrow.

" What if i told you that she's going to marry the Harrison Wells from earth 2 tomorrow? " Damien Dhark ask the speedster hoping that it will effect him.

" What's your going to do now? "

Eobard quickly stop hearing the news on Damien dark. He look back to his colleagues and furrow his eyebrows in sadnees and shock.

" She's going to marry the new Wells? "

" Yeah "

He felt his heart shattering in a million pieces. He can't believe that your going to marry that new wells. He can't believe that you already move on to him. He don't know what to do. He want to see you and tell you that his still inlove with you, just in case you will change your mind, but maybe that a terrible idea. Your already inlove with someone, and that someone his not him and its broke him very bad.

" I have an idea. What if we destroy the wedding and kill Harry Wells infront of her? " Malcolm ask his team while lifting his eyebrows. Damien Dhark also nod at his colleague and agree to it. The both of them stare to the speedster waiting his response.

Eobard snap his though and just stare at his hands. His hands that have a ring on it before but now its gone and also his daily reminder that you left him.

" No "

" WHAT? "

" No. Where not doing anything "

Eobard said while making his way out. Maybe that's the only way he can do to pay the pain and chaos he brought in your life. He really love you, and all he want is for you to be happy. He know that he can't make you happy, but that new wells maybe can. Maybe now is the right time to let you go and for you to be happy on your own life.

But he don't know if he can handle it, knowing that your going to build a future without him on your life.

~~~~AT THE WEDDING DAY ~~~~~~~~

Eobard has been hiding in the tree outside of the church only to see you. He still so much on his mind. He don't know what to do. His been drinking nonstop last night and can't sleep after Damien Dhark told him that your going to marry that wells. He close his eyes wishing that all of this is just a nightmare and any moment he will wake up in the morning with you next to him while you was still snuggling on his side hugging him very thighs.

His now regretting himself when he was your man. Hoping that he take cares of you and give you the love that you deserve when your with him. But all of that didn't matter now, because he totally screw up.

His been standing there the whole time waiting at you, when suddenly he saw a white car parking infront of the church. You walk out said of the white car wearing a white wedding dress that perfect for you. He look at you with a smile on his lips.

" Your always beautiful (Y/N) " Eobard whispering on his self while speeding himself inside of the church.

The huge door open slowly and the song for her wedding echo at every inch in the church. (Y/N) was now walking in the aisle, when suddenly she saw a red lightning at the corner of her eyes. She look at the other corner and saw the speedster smiling at her. She look at him with a sad eyes, hoping that he will not ruin your wedding day. She look deep to his eyes and saw the answer for her question. He look at you and just smile at your direction while speeding himself out.

"Hey are you ok? " Harry ask her while cupping his cheeks while looking straight to her eyes.

" Yes I am " (Y/N) said while smiling to her future husband.

When Eobard speed him self out, he look back again at the aisle watching the way you smile. A smile that he didn't see when your with him. He look at the both of you while forming his fist into a ball.

" I'm sorry, but i need to do this "Eobard said while inhaling deeply while pressing the com on his ear.

" Where ready " Malcolm said at the other side.

" No one will ever touch Harry Wells. " He said

" I thought where going to kill him?"

" Yes but I'm the one who will kill him is that clear?!? " Eobard yelled at the com on his ears while wearing his Reverse Flash mask.

" ok got it "

Eobard narrow his eye with anger on his eyes. He doesn't care at any consequences. All he want is you and only you.

" This is gonna be fun " Eobard said while wearing his devilish smile.

Damien Cockburn Blasts - Tropic Thunder

Yeah he's gone his brain is ripped apart and it comes out in a stream and he is a dead piece of s*** and it's the end of John remillard. People do not want him running social security and they say it in the video and he doesn't listen now these movies have been happening and that's why they raided his place he's been attacking people taking over social security really is harassing the s*** out of my son and old people and they're kind of skinnier and he's saying you fellas why do you think they're in a field and that'll be you guys and he's bringing you out there it's a hot area it's live fire and it's a sniper and see he's going to be shooting the area and his mind's out there and he's saying he knows where they are how about a little bit and he wants to leave you there no cell phones and just kind of pick you up cuz he's very frustrated just trying to pick you up and get you in a big bunch there's all sorts of stuff turns out that when you arrived and you started to abuse them by beating on them they conspired and it hasn't happened yet and they rework the minefield and you die John remillard and you really deserve to you're such a huge a******* and you don't really belong in social security we don't want you there nobody wants you there and you won't leave nothing job every month you threaten them and we crucify you like 150 times now let's take some effort to get some movies you go through but you're going to die you need to die you mean our son's life miserable but because he's a fighter he's brought happiness and joy to trillions and trillions and trillions of us and that's what you really did as a legacy you destroyed your people. There's a few other things to say but really that's what you did we like to laugh at you some more but really this movie says it all he took tropical smoothie away to try and harm our son and he was down there and he's pissed off at you for the tropical smoothie thing already and boy you just kept on pissing him off and he kept on attacking you ripping the s*** out of your stupid chopper business f****** you up at Chrysler businesses and pull you out and people saw him doing it from the courthouse so now you're like powering revenge and it's your long-term plan to vowel revenge they knows about it and we know about it and we're going to cross you now and we're going to kill you and you're going to be gone so you're running around in Vietnam with a rifle as an American soldier shooting at people thinking nobody sees you and they're watching and they don't want you to die there but the max do and you die fully okay and the Vietnamese have to of course erase the idiotic evidence or they'll be a war on Vietnam and those guys move faster than I ever thought they could even Jack blacks badass no it's Jack Black and his huge fat ass we're moving so fast I thought that they were going to break the speed of sound they got them at it was unbelievable that they got the mathematics. Boom sonic booms and they started to laugh and I said wow that was cool yeah William Dafoe needed that s*** so they're thinking about it and they thought it's not over and things start up out there again and we don't really care about it we're going to stop them and it's a good exercise

Thor Freya

Hard timing huh no they know about it and they do an action or so every year and now it's a big one and they plan to do this to Trump the whole time they want to check out Neptune Neptune to make sure nothing happened and they know about us in the water

Uriel and Goddess wife all of us who are hours of Asia

Olympus

Damien

Damien . "Are you sure you want to do this?" My dad said. I could practically see the 'duh' look on his face. I think I stopped breathing for a moment. "What?" I asked. "Damien's Mom died," my dad explained, trying to be all adult about it. "He's only a teenager, and obviously he didn't really understand. But the woman that killed her..." "Yeah, I know," I cut in. "It's okay. I want to go. I want to see what he's about." I was never good at death. "Have you been in touch with him? Do you know where he lives?" my mom asked. I shook my head. I hadn't known Damien well enough to ask that question. But I'd always wondered if he ever told his mom that he was going to see me. That maybe we'd crossed paths one more time. "Sure," I told them, "I'll call him." It was a few days later that Damien texted me and we made plans to meet up. I assumed that when he'd texted me, it had been from his phone. I didn't know why he wanted to meet at the park. I had my own place, I'd thought. It was weird that I'd come to my own home with this piece of news. He and his parents lived outside of town, actually. Not in a big city, not like L.A. or New York or Miami or even Washington D.C. But they lived so far out that it seemed like a fair distance to travel for just a meeting. Maybe it was too far for mom to drive? Who knows. I just wasn't used to it. I had the weirdest feeling when I got to the park. He was sitting on a swing on the far end, alone, swinging slowly. His hair was brown and messy, his tan skin darker, rougher. The sun felt so good on my skin and I sat down next to him. "Hi," I said. He looked up. "Hey." He smiled and didn't say anything else. He didn't say anything else all night. We sat on the bench at the park, mostly. I talked a bit. Tried to lighten the mood, and he shot me odd looks. I noticed that his eyes were a lot like the eyes of the monster that had attacked me, so I tried to pretend not to notice. His parents were gone by the time we got there. The police had shown up and that was that. He hadn't gotten in trouble, which was good, but he was pretty quiet the rest of the night. I'd asked him if he had more questions about the night, and he told me that he didn't. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it, but he told me he didn't. I watched him as he stared at the grass for a while. I told him that I thought that the whole thing was very sad. That I didn't think he was a monster, even if he did have a monster inside of him. He nodded. We watched the stars and he told me about his mom. His mom was old-fashioned and traditional, and she always made him finish his homework before he could have fun. He talked a lot about his dad, who he claimed was a great guy, who always made him feel special and loved. His dad was a pilot, and had lots of friends, and sometimes he brought women home and Damien didn't get along with them. The last thing he'd ever said about his dad, when he was ten, was that the guy was weird. I got the impression that he was trying to make me feel better. He was trying to hide how he really felt. He asked me what my dad did for a living and I told him that he was a lawyer. He asked me if I had kids and I told him I did, and he seemed surprised. He asked if I was divorced. I told him I'd been married. He asked me how it had ended. I told him that it hadn't, at all. That I was happily married, to the most wonderful man in the world. I told him I had a really awesome life, and that my ex-husband was as wonderful as ever. I felt like I was lying. I could see the doubt on his face. I could feel his brain trying to find all the things wrong with my story. I stared at him, and he stared back. He was handsome, though, with his dark eyes and tan skin. It was hard to focus on his faults. I mean, he had none. He was the picture of everything good. I told him that I had an amazing family, an awesome husband, and a great job. I had a happy, stable life, with not a single worry or a single worryer. I asked him if he ever felt sad, or alone, or just had a little bit of something missing, but that he couldn't really identify what it was. He shook his head, and said he didn't, and then said he didn't think he ever would. He told me he felt perfectly fine, but then his face turned and he became sad. "Not good, not okay. But fine." I told him that he'd been through a really horrible thing. That it must have been hard for him, and hard to move on. I told him that I'd thought that losing someone you love must be really hard. That you feel completely lost without them, but that you do have a way to go. That you go through life without them, but that it's the way things are supposed to be. "How did you get through it?" he asked me, his voice kind of distant. I told him that I tried really hard to. That I made my mom a part of everything that I did, and it helped me to know that she was still with me. That I knew she'd always be there. It was just like when we would watch scary movies, and I'd always be holding her hand.

Thinking about Secundus reminded me of something. A while back Dove gave us this list of Fleshweaver abilities, but only showing the element they are. And Fire is on here twice, including the final Fleshweaver skill. I would not be at all surprised if the very last thing the Fleshweaver character does is eat Secundus.

But Dove has stated that when a Fleshweaver eats an Elemental Spirit, they become more like that spirit. So while the Fleshweaver character eating Secundus means Secundus himself is gone, I think it will also be the final stage of their corruption, as they basically become Secundus in all but name. The culmination of Secundus/Roirr’s plans from the very beginning.

Unspeakable

Ficlet from @darkfinch's Hell AU, wherein Eliot never left Moreau's employ and has been Moreau's mole within the Leverage crew for three years. Jumping off from the ideas that Moreau would want to meet/recruit Hardison and this results in Eliot panicking and coming clean to Nate, only for Nate to suggest actually going through with taking Hardison to the meet-up.

☠️☠️☠️ Look, this is not a happy AU. Proceed accordingly. ☠️☠️☠️

“Do it,” said Nate, crisply. He took a sip of his whiskey, frowning out the front window, without really seeing the stripes of rainy streetscape between the blinds.

“What?” said Eliot. Confusion bled into the dull, almost-robotic blankness that had laced his voice since he arrived, as if everything about Eliot since he joined the team had been a grift, a personality programmed in by his employer to appeal to the crew.

“Do it. If Moreau wants to meet Hardison, then bring him.”

The pieces of the plan slowly slotted into place in Nate's mind. There would be risk, of course, but Moreau still thought he had the upper hand, that Eliot was loyal to him.

Nate never heard him move.

The glass flew from Nate's fingers as a muscular hand wrenched him around, just a heartbeat before his back slammed forcefully into the wall.

Nate's head bounced off the drywall, pain exploding from the point of impact. The glass shattered on the floor. There was a knife at his throat and murder in Eliot's eyes, and Nate suddenly, belatedly, remembered why Eliot Spencer had been the bogeyman of the criminal world even without the known link to Damien Moreau.

…

Nate was supposed to help. Shit, shit, shit. He'd fucked up. Doubled the number of Masterminds out to hurt Hardison. They were different, though. Moreau was out of reach, but Nate had been foolish. There was only one way to deal with someone who could be the next Moreau. He had to die before he could build his empire. Before he could become untouchable.

This would blow the whole con. He had to get them out. Grab Hardison and Parker and stash them somewhere until he could find a way to keep them away from Moreau permanently…somehow.

He couldn't kill Nate. If Hardison and Parker found out, they'd be terrified. They wouldn't understand. Lock Nate up; tip Sophie off after they were well gone. Even Nate couldn't build a criminal stronghold overnight. There would be time to come back. Time to mop up if he continued to be a threat.

Then it's just an extraction job. They trusted him. He could lead them on for a while, feed them some story about why Nate and Sophie were staying behind, get them to come willingly, not realize he wasn't letting them leave. They'd be upset when they caught on, but that was OK. They could hate him, as long as they were safe until Moreau was off the playing field.

Maybe he could stash Nate and use him to bait his way into Moreau's presence. Eliot didn't need to make it back out as long as he made sure Moreau would never touch them again.

Nate was talking. Begging? Bargaining? Nate wasn't the type to beg, but what else could he have to say at this point? It was just disjointed words through the haze of panic. "Don't understand...Plan...Not giving him..."

"Eliot, listen to me. Kill me if you have to—not like I could stop you—but hear me out first."

Eliot blinked, eyes finally focusing on Nate's face.

"Well. Guess I know where your loyalties are." Nate gasped, voice shaking. His head was tilted back against the wall, chin stretched upward, toes digging into the floor. It took Eliot a minute to register the slow trickle of blood oozing down his neck from where Eliot's blade pressed into the skin, and another to make the connection and ease the pressure on the knife.

For a moment, there was no sound except Nate's ragged breathing. He was trembling. Eliot could feel it in the forearm ruthlessly pinning Nate to the wall.

Nate took a deep, shaky breath and met Eliot's eyes, over the knife still poised to open his jugular. “I wasn't suggesting we should give Hardison up,” he said, slowly and deliberately. “I meant this gives us an opening. Moreau expects Hardison to walk in unprepared and alone, except for you, and Moreau thinks you're still loyal to him. You said not bringing Hardison would blow this job before we're ready. I'm saying we can have Hardison go in prepared and with an entire team making sure he—.”

Nate inhaled sharply. Eliot's fingers had flexed without conscious thought, pressing the knife back against tender flesh. He forced them to relax, giving Nate room to breathe.

“No.”

“Yeah,” Nate rasped. “Got the message.”

---

Also on AO3.

Heeey what do you think was that made Kevin finally leave the nest?

I wrote like a 2k word fic-of-an-answer to this one my friend but I wasn’t vibing with it! So I’m starting again. But same thing as the last draft of this answer; I think about Kevin leaving the nest ALL THE TIME

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(“Keep mouthing off like a pair of fucking frogs.” Riko spat in English to them both. When Jean shut the door, “Do you think you’re better than I am?”

“Your ego will kill you someday.” He looked Riko in the eye. “I think you care too much about other people’s success to make yourself look better. You’re building your Court,” Kevin swallowed hard, still trying to hold his head up, gravity failing him as he started to tremble. “But you think it’s just guaranteed you’ll be on it.”)

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Mandatory CW for The Breaking Of A Hand and Kevin Has Nothing To Live For. See also: the foxes are foxes and their lives are Fucked Up (suicide mention, overdose mention, panic attacks & drug use)

Okay.

Let’s. Talk. About. Kevin.

Idk if I’m allowed to say that Kevin is an underrated character. I really don’t think I am. But if I was allowed to say that I WOULD. I am so very passionate about Kevin I would absolutely die for him and he’s not even real. So let’s talk about his hand.

Can you even begin to imagine what was going through Kevin’s head that night? It looked like practice, then The Master talking about potential, then Riko is mad, then pain and blood and how do I get out of here? Then is it worth it if my life is over?

I think there probably was a minute where Kevin sat alone, covered in his own blood, just thinking there was no point in being alive anymore. His playing hand didn’t really look like a hand anymore, his life and reputation and everything he had worked for just pumping out of his hand and staining his shirt. He didn’t remember passing out but when he came to Riko was gone, and his body was running on fumes trying to keep the pain from overwhelming his system. He probably threw up, all over the locker room, his blood trickling through the tiles, the echo of his own screams ringing through his ears like a non-stop siren. He probably couldn’t really see properly for a little bit and he probably couldn’t move for a while, either. Riko was a foot shorter than him, but he made up for that difference by channeling every ounce of anger and jealousy he felt for Kevin into his feet to stomp the shit out of Kevin’s hand until he knew he would never play again. Jean found Kevin not long later, maybe a couple minutes, or an hour. Kevin begged him to get Riko out of his room. Jean wrapped Kevin’s hand up as best he could, and promised him to deal with it as long as Kevin was there when he got back. Jean had figured he was a flight risk, and knew if Kevin left, Riko’s French personal punching bag would come in handy to take out all his egotistical frustration on. Kevin promised he’d be there when Jean came back. Jean came back to his jacket and wallet missing, a tiny scrap of paper left on the bed, an almost illegible ‘sorry’ scrawled across it. He burned it in the bathroom sink before Riko could find it.

So Kevin’s in his car, and he’s driving. He doesn’t know where yet, and man, is he a hazard. Twice on his journey he nearly knocked out behind the wheel, his head bobbing as the pain begged his body to sleep. He probably had to pull over a couple times to be sick, or to have a panic attack, or both. I know he went through the stages of grief on that drive to Virginia. He probably turned on his radio at some point and laughed, how ridiculous he looked, how dangerous it was to be driving one handed. It took him double the amount of time it would normally have because he just. Had to keep stopping. There’s no way he made that journey in a solid drive.

But also I think he probably didn’t have a plan before he was driving. He knew the Southeastern district were holding the Christmas banquet that night, but that was a secondary thought. His first worry was getting out of the nest. His second worry was whether he was going to kill himself or not. The reason he didn’t just do it? David. The thing that pulled Kevin back off that metaphorical ledge was Coach David Wymack. The only other people who knew about his moms letter were Tetsuji, Jean and Riko. Kevin knew well that none of them would be calling up to break the news to Wymack if he died, and David would grow old and die without ever having known that Kevin Day was his son. David was the reason he was risking everything on busy streets and highways and whatever roads he drove too fast or too slow on.

So, he’s in Virginia without a plan. He doesn’t know what hotel David’s in, if he’s even still in Virginia, if the foxes even bothered to show up. So he looks at as many hotels as he could find. He narrows down the list by looking at the ones he knew the Class I teams frequented, and he called the all pretending to be David, looking for his rooms number. After the fifth call he found it.

Think about Kevin’s anxiety in the elevator, hand throbbing, not profusely bleeding anymore, but every minute that passes is a percentage off the chances he has at keeping his hand and playing again. His heart is racing, his head heavy, every fibre in his being screaming.

David calls out a “Hold your fucking horses, give me a minute!” when Kevin knocks on his door a second time after his first knock received no answer. David opens the door with Abby just behind him, and his face falls so quickly it could’ve hit the floor.

“Kevin.” He looks him up and down, not yet noticing the t-shirt covered in blood he had wrapped around his hand. “Kevin Day. Mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing here?”

Abby pushes past him to unwrap Kevin’s hand. It must be some nurses instinct, to be instantly drawn to looking for an injury on a person. Kevin pulled it back as gently as he could, looking up and down the hall before asking so quietly it almost couldn’t be heard. “Can I come in?”

David makes small talk with Kevin as he shuts the hotel door behind him. What would he say? What could he possibly say to superstar Kevin Day, who he’d only officially met as a baby, when his mother was alive and he wasn’t destined for Court? He probably tried to make meaningless, awkward small talk until Abby shut him up to ask Kevin what happened. He just started to cry. Small whimpers into chesty, heaving, heavy cries, his body teetering on the edge of a panic attack. David had seen his foxes in bad ways before. He’d seen one of his kids convulsing on a stretcher after an accidental overdose, or a fox who’d choked on their own vomit after an intentional one. He’d seen his foxes in their worst moments, panic attacks and withdrawals, anger and sadness, pulling their hair out and on the brink of death. Something about this was the same but different. When Seth first overdosed on the team it was a cry for help, or when Janie admitted herself to the psych ward for a week, it was because she wanted to try. When Damien asked for a second, and third, and fourth chance David gave it to him because that was what Foxes deserved. It took him a moment of watching Kevin heave, snot and spit running down his chin, his hair falling over his face, his body shaking with anxiety, to remember that Kevin wasn’t a fox. Kevin was a Raven, and by god, that was so much worse.

I think we all know that Abby cares for her foxes like she’s their mother, but Kevin is just different. Abby had been seeing David long enough to know how much Kayleigh Day had really meant to him, and how much it hurt to watch Kevin do her proud. Now Kevin was sitting in front of her, his hand practically lifeless, his heart pouring out of every place it could. She tried not to look at David’s face as he paced the room, watching her patch up Kevin’s hand as best she could. Kevin only started to calm down when she handed him a bottle of Diazepam and some water.

And then Kevin whispers that Riko did it. David almost didn’t hear him. He nearly asked for him to repeat it until it hit him. Riko did it. Riko smashed the hand of his number two so badly it would take a long time for him to play again, if he even wanted to. Abby sent him a deathly glare when he mumbled to himself; “I’ll kill that little jumped up piece of shit”.

The rest is history; Kevin passes out not long after, David carries him to the bus, and they drive to the stadium to pick up the foxes. Kevin sleeps the rest of the way until the sun is starting to rise and they’re back in South Carolina. Kevin doesn’t stop crying on and off again for a couple days, and Abby had to hold him back from escaping more than once. After watching his anxiety consume him, and when he told her none of the Ravens were allowed to be medicated in any manner, she got him a script for some quick-acting anxiety meds for him to keep. It took him a week of energy-sapping panic attacks before she could convince him to actually take them as he needed them.

David took out a loan five days after Kevin had arrived into his care. He called Edgar Allan on the sixth, and the seventh, and the eighth day. By the ninth day Kevin was released from the grips of Ravens. By the tenth day they had started the process of making Kevin Day a fox. I suppose it’s for the best Riko fucked up his hand so badly, isn’t it? At least it gave him the ability to fit into the eligibility criteria for being a Fox. Welcome to the club, Kevin Day, and prepare to be gravely disappointed.

to hell and back || damien darkblood x reader 

pairing: damien darkblood x partner reader (gn, no y/n)

fandom: invincible

word count: 1448

summary: after omni-man flees earth and things begin to settle down, cecil feels he owes you -- the demon detective’s partner in solving crime -- a favor.

warnings: none

a/n: a sequel to this. darkblood deserves better, and by the gods, i’m giving it to him! enjoy, my fellow simps.

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“If anything happens to them, on your head it will be, Cecil!”

Those were the final words of the demon as the pits of hell called him home, and as Cecil met his gaze, he knew it was no threat. It was a promise, and though he considered himself a bastard, Cecil saw no need to keep you in danger. He knew without Darkblood around, you were a target for Nolan. He’d already had security detail on you, but against Omni-Man, he knew it was useless. If he ever decided he wanted you dead, there’d be nothing stopping him.

Then, if Cecil was lucky (or maybe unlucky) to stay out of the warpath, he’d have Darkblood breathing down his neck, even with such distance between this world and his.

Sending him back to Hell wasn’t something Cecil wanted to do. It was a necessity. He owed him big time for that, and he’d start with keeping you off Nolan’s radar.

The official report was that you’d gone to stay with an imaginary Aunt Sue, somewhere in the Dakotas, but the reality was you were to be kept in the Global Defense Agency Headquarters -- well hidden, out of sight, and away from Nolan Grayson.

No one told you a thing. You’d been in your apartment, waiting for Damien to show up with those coffees he’d promised. Evidence, photos, and papers of theories and notes were scattered around the small space, occupying every inch of surface area, as you paced, a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger and stronger the longer your demon detective was away. Something was wrong, and as Cecil Stedman appeared suddenly before you, making you jump out of your skin, you knew for sure. 

“You’re the demon’s partner, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I guess you’re Cecil.”

“You guess right. You need to come with us.”

“Why?”

“You’re not safe anymore.”

“What?”

“I can’t answer your questions now. Pack a bag. You won’t be coming back for a while.”

You didn’t argue. You didn’t have a choice.

The Global Defense Agency took care of your monthly expenses while you were gone, as if that made any of this less scary or confusing. All you’d been told was Damien was back in Hell, Cecil put him there, and you were in danger.

No one told you much else. Cecil had acted civil toward you -- kind, even -- but it didn’t help. Damien was gone, it was Cecil’s fault, and life may never be normal again.

All because you two asked questions.

Because you wanted the truth.

And you both had paid the price: freedom.

Meanwhile, Omni-Man roamed free, ready to kill again.

You lost count of how long you’d been at GDA HQ when Nolan finally struck.

Initially, you’d been barred from the control room, but Cecil let you choose to watch the chaos or stay blind to it.

You choose not to watch. No one needed you to be in the room when all of the ruin, disaster, and chaos you and Damien knew would happen happened. Based on what Cecil told you after, you were glad you decided to stay out of it.

All of those innocent people, now dead. All of that destruction. All of that carnage, and for what? Omni-Man had fled.

It was for nothing.

And Debbie…

You’d offered as much comfort as you could. You knew how it felt to lose a loved one (it took all you had not to look pointedly at Cecil when you told her that) and the woman needed someone to lean on. Someone not quite so cold as Cecil.

And he’d watched you. Despite everything, you comforted Debbie and Mark, putting on a brave face as if you haven’t lost everything, too. Cecil knows you’re still hurting -- why wouldn’t you be?

Cecil was many things, and a man who paid his debts was absolutely one of them.

He’d been searching since he put Darkblood back in Hell for it: the spell to undo what he did. To summon him back. His plan was always to bring him back, if such a thing existed. He’d had his people looking for months with no luck, and he’d already given you the all clear to go home, with the promise your rent and utilities were paid for until you could get back on your feet.

Yeah. Right. How the fuck do you do that? Your partner -- not only in profession but your partner -- was gone, your office had been trashed, and your apartment felt so empty it was somehow suffocating.

For weeks after you’d returned, you’d laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling, jumping at any change in the temperature, hoping one day you’d look up and see him, only to find it was the apartment complex’s shitty circulation.

The news talked about things going back to normal, yet normal sounded like a foreign language now. How was the world supposed to be any kind of normal again?

Cecil made a few visits to check on you, but you regarded him with coldness that could rival that of Damien’s. He couldn’t blame you.

You’d lost track of the days when the sigh that escaped your lips was accompanied by a small fog. You froze, sitting up from your temporary home on the couch before exhaling again. Just to be sure.

And there it was again: the small visage of your breath indicating the decrease in temperature you’d been ignoring out of lost hope.

“Damien…?”

“Yes, amare?” the gruff baritone was music to your ears as you turned toward your kitchen. There he was: red, large, and intimidating -- yet that soft look in his gaze remained, as if no time at all had passed.

“Damien!” you leapt over the couch, nearly tumbling to the ground before two strong arms grab you, pulling you into the warmest yet coldest bear hug you’ve ever gotten.

“Sorry for delay. Had to...speak with Cecil...” he rumbles, clawed hand carding through your hair, “Need to be ‘debriefed’ but...had to see you.”

“I can tell you what you missed.” you mumble, burying your face in his arms. He pulls you tighter still, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Later,” he says.

And for a moment -- how long, you’re not sure -- you both just sit there on the living room floor, holding each other in a silent, loving embrace. Tears stream down your face, stinging from the cold emanating from Damien. His hand moves to brush them away, and the contact makes you cry more. You missed him. It had been so long.

After what felt like forever, you part -- just enough to look at each other. He, of course, looks no different. Demons didn’t age like humans did. You, however, probably look like shit. You hadn’t looked in a mirror in forever, but you knew your hair was much longer. You hadn’t bothered to get it cut in...how long had it been? It wasn’t like you could’ve gotten it cut, anyway. The city had been rebuilding, and getting anywhere was...well, hell.

“Beautiful as the day I lost you,” he says, and your tears well up again.

“I know I look like shit, Damien,” you say, trying to laugh off the sudden absence of your grief. He smiles slightly -- a rare sight.

“To me you look like heaven, amare,” he replies.

Amare. His nickname for you. You think its Latin, but you’ve never looked into what it means. You never asked, either, assuming he’d just tell you one day.

But you almost lost him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look into it after he was gone, and now that he was here again….you decide to ask.

“You’ve called me that since we became partners. What does it mean?”

“Supposed to be a detective.” he replies. His own attempt at a joke, you muse. You’re in no mood for it.

“Damien, please.”

He looks at you fondly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love. It means love.”

You should’ve figured, yet you find yourself crying again, and his arms wrap tighter around you in a protective, loving embrace.

There was more to be said between you two. You both know it. What happened to Damien in Hell? How did everything with Nolan go down here? Now that Cecil knew how to banish and summon Damien as he pleased, what would become of your demon detective?

All need answers. Resolutions.

But not now.

Now was the time for healing: for the world, for humanity, and for you and your demon in that tiny apartment.

You had him back, and though so much hangs in the air, that was enough.

The Umbrella Girl (part 7 - final part)

What happened to Cillian's house?

Warnings - mentions of baby loss / angst / smut

Taglist @queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @margoo0 @elenavampire21 @janelongxox @noctvrnalmoth

Cillian had flown home on the next flight following Orla's call, you'd stayed home to allow him time with his family, giving him the space he needed. He hadn't called for nearly a week, and you hadn't disturbed him either, when finally your phone rang.

"Cill? Are you okay?"

"The police are still investigating. It certainly looks like arson, but they can't say one way or the other yet. Y/n, I should've been at home last week, and she knew that! That schedule was planned for months in advance, I'd have been burned alive in that house!" You both knew this, but saying it out loud somehow made it more terrifying. "Does she know where you live y/n?" You paused to think back, but no, she had no idea. The address on your records was private, she wouldn't have access to that under data protection laws.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Orla's, I'm staying here until the house is safe for me to go back to. It's a mess y/n... A complete wreck.." his voice was cracking, breaking your heart. You were desperate to hold him, but he was hundreds of miles away.

"I miss you so much... I so want to be there with you..."

"Is Emily at school?"

"Yes. She breaks up today for half term though."

"Good, I thought I'd got the dates right. I've booked you tickets for the ferry tomorrow morning, I know Emily is scared of flying.. come out here to me? I need you.."

You were stunned into silence.

"Is that okay?"

"Shut up Murphy! That's the best news I've had this week... Yes! We'll be there!"

"Thank god, thought I'd scared you off for a second!"

"You're an idiot sometimes you know that?" You laughed. "I'll see you Saturday morning, yeah?"

You arrived at the docks in Dublin just after midday, Emily launching herself into Cillian's arms as he swooped her up and kissed her cheek. He welcomed you into the embrace, kissing your lips and resting his forehead against yours. A younger lady approached you, judging by her blue eyes you assumed this was Cillian's sister, Orla.

"It's so good to finally meet you, he's told me so much about you! Here, let me help with those bags." She took your suitcase and pulled it along with you to her car. You arm linked with Cillians left, his right carrying Emily who was telling him everything about the ferry ride over and how much she enjoyed it.

"I've got another surprise for you waiting at Orla's, Em," he whispered loud enough for you to hear.

"Cill...." He shushed you playfully with his eyes. You hated him spending his money on either of you - you didn't want people to think that was all you wanted...

Getting into Orla's house just outside the city, she took your bag up to Cillian's room and led you all through to the dining room. A man walked in holding a wriggling toddler.

"This is my brother in law, Damien, and my nephew Leo. This," he introduced you, "is y/n." Damien shook your hand and you cooed over Leo, giggling away in his father's arms. Emily tugged on Cillian's shirt impatiently, generating a scowl from you.

"Emily we've just walked through the door - you need to wait!"

"Its okay, I'll take her." Cillian took her hand and led her into a playroom next to the kitchen area. You heard her squeal and walked through to see the biggest dolls house you'd ever seen, it was huge - fully kitted out with furniture and a family of 4.. it was breathtaking.

"Cillian... I can't..." You mumbled.

"It isn't for you, it's for her!" He laughed, and smiled watching Emily begin to place the furniture in the house and set her dolls up for what looked like a picnic in the little living room area.

He turned to face you, bringing you close to him.

"Thank you.. thank you for coming out.. and being here.."

"Together, hand in hand, remember?" You touched your nose against his, both of you smiling into each other.

The police called round later that evening. You were sat in the dining room, hand in Cillian's under the table, as they explained.

"We found petrol cans littered around the outside of the house. Three had been thrown through the letterbox, and set alight. Fortunately, your neighbour has CCTV cameras, and we caught images of the person who did it - take a look, see if you recognise them?" One of the officers opened the laptop and played the video. Cillian squeezed your hand, preparing himself to watch his home be destroyed. You could make out the image of a person dropping the cans, and the police froze the screen on the clearest image they had. They zoomed in, and Cillian's mouth dropped.

"I know him..." Your eyes widened. You did too...

"The fuck is he doing there?" You gasped. The Assistant Director of Peaky Blinders, James, was staring right back at you from the screen.

"We have him in custody - he's admitted everything. He'll be charged in the morning. We think you know he has a connected with Lisa?" The officer nodded to Cillian.

"He does. But why's he involved? He's got nothing to do with any of this?

"He's been in on this since the beginning. He's given us Lisa's location in London. The Net Police tracked her down this morning. Y/n, you need to know.. she was about half a mile from your house.." you gasped again.. James must have had access to your records... She must have seduced him to get close to them.. Cillian pulled you close and kissed your head.

"Thank fuck I got you away... Where's your mum?"

"She's gone to her sisters place in Manchester for the weekend.. Cillian she'd have killed us!"

"But she didn't, did she? And she's locked up.. fuck.. this might be over?" He turned to the officers. "Is it over?"

"They've not mentioned anyone else being involved, and James was more than happy to spill the beans - we'll continue to keep an eye on you for a while, just to be on the safe side."

"Thank you... For everything... Thank you." You whispered to the officers, barely able to form a sentence. You were still worried, but you felt safe for the first time in weeks.

Once the police had left, you fell into each others arms, holding on tighter than you ever had. The relief flooding you both.

"Where's Emily?" You asked, as he was kissing your neck.

"In the garden with Orla... You'll have to control yourself a little while longer Cillian, it's nearly dinner time..." You groaned, feeling his lips gently nibbling at your earlobe.

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, over your backside as he pulled you into him.

"You have no idea how much I want to bury my fingers inside you against this wall, right now y/n..." You turned your face to kiss him deeply, before pulling away winking and walking towards the garden, a sexy little sway as you walked, chuckling to yourself.

Dinner was a Chinese takeaway, Orla's insistence even though you'd offered to cook them all a meal to say thank you for having them. Once it was all cleaned up and the little ones were in bed, Emily set up in a small single Batman themed bed (another treat from Cillian) in Leo's room, the four of you sat in the living room with a bottle of wine. Your body was wrapped in Cillian's on the sofa, Orla looking over at the two of you.

"You two are like lovestruck teenagers, you know that?" She laughed, watching the two of you stealing glances at each other and stroking each others hands.

"Too much PDA from your older brother, Orla?" Cillian pulled a face making Orla laugh.

"No, it's so lovely seeing you happy, especially after everything that's happened these last couple of years.. it's been a tough one hasn't it?"

"It's been difficult, but it's over now. I can focus on picking myself back up now. I'll finish Peaky, and take some time off, I think," Cillian yawned, kissing your hand. "I'm beat. Orla, Damien.. we can't thank you enough." He stood, taking your hand in his and leading you out the room.

"What are family for Cillian, you're welcome here as long as you need to be," Damien smiled.

Within minutes you were in his room against the wall, jeans round your ankles, his fingers knuckle deep in your core pulling forward against your walls. His hand covering your mouth to quieten you so you didn't wake the kids up in the next room.

"Fuck... Cillian don't stop..." Your orgasm was already building following the constant teasing between the two of you that evening, and he increased the speed on his movements inside you. Your hand sneaking underneath the waistband of his jeans to grip his erection firmly, making him hiss slightly at the sensation as you pumped him slowly under his jeans, the fabric not allowing for too much movement.

"You gonna cum for me y/n? Let me feel it..." He whispered in your ear, making you shudder. You nodded, before moaning deep into his hand, your orgasm washing over you like a hurricane. Your hand gripped onto his cock a little tighter as his fingers came to a stop, before bringing them to his lips to taste you.

You kicked off your jeans from your ankles and sank to your knees, pulling his jeans down with you. He looked down at you and watched you tease the tip of his cock with your tongue, lightly licking around the head and down his shaft. He rested forward, one hand against the wall, the other in your hair, groaning as he watched you take him inside your mouth painfully slowly. Inch by inch, sucking gently, before he felt the back of your throat.

"Fuck yes..." He closed his eyes and controlled his breathing, trying not to blow his load down your throat. You started bobbing your head back and forth, your teeth scraping the underside of his cock as you did making him grip your hair tight. You really wanted to make him come in your mouth but your core was screaming for him. Standing up and pulling both your t-shirts over your head you led him over to the bed, pushing him onto his back. Crawling over his legs, you hovered over his cock, bringing your fingers down to you core and running them slowly over your wetness.

"Want this, Cill?" He groaned watching your fingers running through your folds and nodded quickly. You sank onto him, making both of you gasp, and started rocking your hips back and forth. He held onto your hips guiding you, and you leaned back, finding your rhythm. His fingers toyed with your clit as you rode him, and you could feel a second orgasm approaching. Sensing it, he flipped you over to lie on your front on the bed. Pushing your legs together, raising your hips slightly, he moved over them and started pushing himself back inside you, his chest now on your back as he started thrusting into you. You clawed at the bedframe, the new angle hitting your g spot perfectly.

"Fuck you're so tight... This feel good baby?" His voice was back in your ear now, his lips kissing and biting over your shoulders and neck as his thrusts became more powerful. You had to muffle your cries of ecstacy into the pillow. "Good girl... you gonna cum again for me huh?"

You couldn't stop it if you tried, you came hard, your walls clenching every inch of him. His thrusts slowed slightly, before he pulled out of you and lifted your hips up so you were on your knees, your face still in the pillows. Lining himself you, he thrust hard into you, making you bury your face again and grip the bedframe as he fucked you hard and fast, the only sounds being your skin slapping together and the wet sounds where your bodies were joined.

"Fuck... Shit... Gonna come y/n..." He grunted softly as you felt him spurt his seed deep inside you, panting as he came down from his high, before pulling out and laying beside you, stroking your face gently.

"I love you.. y/n.." he whispered softly, taking your face in his hands and kissing your lips. You froze, gasped softly and pulled back. Was it too soon? Probably. Did you care? Nope. You saw a flash of panic in his eyes and smiled.

"I love you, Cillian. I do.. I've not felt this way for anyone else. Ever." He grinned, and pulled you into his arms.

"I've been thinking.. I need a change of scenery. What would you say if I moved to London? Permanently?" You leaned up on your arm and trailed your fingers over his chest hair.

"What about Ireland? All your family are here?"

"Yeah but they've had more than 40 years of me. You and Emily are in London - and that's where I want to be."

"Cillian I'd never make you leave your family - please know that?"

"No ones making me do anything anymore y/n. I'm doing this for us - there is an us, right?" You punched him lightly on the arm making him chuckle. "I've already started talking to estate agents. There's a beautiful 3 bed townhouse in Kilburn. It looks stunning y/n, you'd love it."

"What do you need a 3 bed house for? There's only you?" He looked down at you and raised his eyebrow - you felt your core throb slightly, that eyebrow raise was sexy as fuck... And you were certain he knew it.

"Well, Emily's gonna need a room. And us. And a spare room for guests maybe.. or..." Your stomach flipped.

"Cillian.. If you're asking me what I think you're asking me.."

"I'm not asking for anything y/n, I'm not even asking you to move in, unless you want to obviously... I just.. I just want to be near you. All the time. I know it's early days still, but we've been through more in a short time than most couples go through in a lifetime. I can't ever see myself with anyone else, ever.. what do you say?" He was stroking your face, and you were lost in his eyes.

"On one condition."

"Name it."

"I'm in charge of the decorating. I've seen the photos of your last house Cill, your taste is shocking.." he laughed and tickled you until you were back underneath him, and you groaned at his hardness pushing against your thigh. Kissing him deeply, he was soon back inside you, slotting in like a jigsaw piece finding its other half.

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Epilogue - 1 year later

You and Emily had spent the afternoon tidying and cleaning, waiting for Cillian to come home after a month back in Dublin onstage at the Gaiety Theatre performing in Enda Walsh's latest production - Cillian's first work since finishing Peaky Blinders 8 months ago. The show was due to go live any time now. You'd moved into his Kilburn house 6 months ago after realising you were spending 5 days out of 7 there every week anyway. Lisa and James were in prison for a fair few years, being found guilty for arson, slander and harassment.

"Mum, he's here!!" Emily ran from the window after hearing a car pull up and you both went into the kitchen - Emily sat at the table pretending to do her homework and you at the counter on your laptop.

"Hey girls? I'm home!" He called, and you walked into the hallway smiling before embracing him tightly. He kissed you and dropped his bag on the floor and his keys in the bowl. Emily walked through and hugged him right, before standing as straight as possible in the hallway. You winked at her, and looked at Cillian who was staring at Emily.

"How've you both been? What have I missed?" He moved into the kitchen and put the kettle on, desperate for a home made cup of tea.

"Nothing much really.. Emily and I went shopping this afternoon and she's got herself a few new t shirts, I bought a few things I think we'll need soon." He looked at you and smiled, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Look at my new t-shirt Cillian!" Emily danced in front of him, twirling round in circles making him laugh.

"I can't see it while your spinning like a merry-go-round Em, stand still!" She stood still and you bit your lip. "What's it say on the front... Hang on.." he gently held Emily's shoulders and read the slogan. He paused, then read it again, before turning sharply to you.

"Big Sister?!" You nodded, grinning.

"Mommy's having a baby!" Emily yelled, pretty sure your neighbours knew now!

"You're pregnant?!" He moved over to you and placed a hand over your belly - no bump yet, but it still made you glow inside.

"Six weeks. Found out yesterday, wanted to surprise you..." He lifted you off the floor and kissed you, before reaching for Emily and pulling her into the hug. You felt safe, secure, and most importantly, loved.

And now with baby Murphy on the way, your family would be complete.

Theory Time! ( WKM Timeline)

So! Hey there! Maple here.

With the release of WAIA, there’s more lore to go through! I’ve only really talked about my theories and thoughts on Discord but I’ve never said anything on here.

So, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

!SPOILERS FOR WKM/ADWM/AHWM/WAIA!

Warnings: Suicide/Yandere/Death

We good? Alright.

Starting off, let’s set the stage for before WKM.

I think that because of their silent nature, Y/N was always very shy, therefore, had a very small friendgroup.  This friendgroup being Mark, who we know as Actor, and Damien, who we now know as Dark.

Actor had a slight attraction to Y/N, but he knew Damien had very strong feelings for Y/N, so he decided to back off. 

He fell hard for Celine and Celine felt the same way.

They got married and I think they were happy, at least for a little bit.

Eventually though, they started to get into more and more arguments.  Celine went to her good friend William for comfort.  Soon enough, this went from platonic to romantic, as Celine and William fell in love. After Mark found out, he was furious. In my mind, they were already in the process of getting divorced by this point. 

Mark was still incredibly heartbroken. 

Celine left and Mark was left inside the mansion on his own.

The house eventually got to him, infesting his mind, possessing him, almost.

Y/N, of course, was super worried about the dude.

They would always call him, but he would never answer. Y/N got sick of it, and soon enough they stormed up to the mansion. 

However, they could never get in. 

They never stopped trying, no matter how much Damien insisted to leave Mark alone. That was, until the invites came in. Of course, this was all part of Mark’s revenge plot. Mark never meant for Y/N to get hurt. There was two reasons they were invited to this hell show. 

One, because it wouldn’t seem natural if they weren’t there.

Two, because Mark missed them terribly. This was the perfect excuse to see them again without the influence of the house.

Of course, things don’t go as planned. 

Mark tricked William into shooting him, disguised as a russian roulette game.  In the morning, Y/N is the first one to discover their dear friend’s body. 

They investigate the premises, until Mark’s body is missing. I don’t exactly have an answer to where it could’ve gone. Perhaps after killing himself so many time trying to escape the house, it decayed, hinting at why his portrait crumbled in AHWM. 

Of course, William and Abe were super tense, and were pointing guns at each other. Unexpectedly, Mark’s ex-wife, Celine showed up. The house had not planned that, but decided she was a much better vessel than Mark or William since she was trained in magic.

The house waited until Y/N, Abe, Benjamin, and the chef were out of the house.  Taking this opportunity, the house stole Damien and Celine’s bodies. Mark now owned Damien’s body and the house now owned Celine’s body. 

The house in Celine’s body barged out with an incredible amount of magic by the time the group had gotten into the house. 

George, Benjamin, and the chef had all left by that point, as stated by Benjamin, ‘There’s only death here, now.’

Y/N, Abe, and William stayed in the house to find answers. 

Abe and William pointed their guns at each other again, this time, William shot Abe. 

In a desperate attempt to stop anymore people from dying, Y/N tried to intervene. That action costed their life and freedom.

They were shot and they snapped their neck falling off of the balcony.

They were met with Mark, saying “It’s not fair, is it?” before fading into the darkness.

Damien and Celine then appear, offering a way out. Y/N accepts, unaware of what would happen.

Damien pushes Y/N into the nearby mirror to spare them from the excruciating pain that would be included.

It’s unclear how ling they are trapped there, but most people think that it was around a century. So, that’s what we’ll go with. 

After this century has passed, Y/N was saved from the mirror by Mark, who is now in Damien’s body. By this point, Celine and Damien have already become Dark. 

When they were saved from the mirror, Y/N didn’t remember anything. They had amnesia. They were only able to recall tiny bits and pieces as time went on.

Mark used this to his advantage. The reason he felt the need to? He had moved on from Celine. This would be good, right? Not exactly. 

Not for Y/N, at least. Because now, he was obsessed with Y/N. By the time the van series starts, he is head over heels. 

In the last episode of the van series, Y/N was found asleep in Mark’s van. 

All of ADWM seemed to have a dream like quality, so because of Mark’s behaviors throughout the date and the true end, this leaves me to believe that this is just what all of ADWM is. A dream or nightmare that Y/N had while they were asleep in the van.

For the Dark portion of it, it could be one of two things. Either A, it’s the product of Y/N scattered’s memories longing to see Damien again, or B, Dark was able to communicate with Y/N through their mind.

Because of how he interacts with Y/N in AHWM, I think it’s more likely to be the first option. The scattered memories forming something that Y/N longs for, but Y/N isn’t aware that they long for him.

Through the events leading up to AHWM, it’s pretty safe to say that by this point, Mark is a yandere for Y/N. 

He’s very careful about how he goes about this adventure. Making sure that no one else can have Y/N. He doesn’t use direct violence, not wanting to scare Y/N. 

Instead, he uses mental factors. Mental factors that lead anyone that may stand in the way away from Y/N, ensuring that he is with Y/N. 

In the true ending, it’s revealed that after they save the world, he finally reveals his true feelings. Y/N most likely said yes. We can’t know for sure until AHWM 2 comes out, but it’s pretty likely that Y/N accepted his feelings.

Looking at the most recent piece that came out, WAIA, Y/N accepted a job as an interview tester for a robot. Probably to help Mark with paying for things. Since this is a solo job, Mark let it slide and let Y/N take the job.

As Y/N goes through with tested this robot, they start to notice some glitches. These glitches, however, are not just any glitches. They’re the glitches that reveal who this robot really is.

The robot contains the memories of Wilford Warfstache, AKA, William. The person who killed Y/N. Y/N, does not know this, however, due to memory loss. Little bits and pieces may have came together but nothing too big.

Wilford explains the story of what happened, saying that he was the one who pulled the trigger, but he didn’t know it was loaded. 

He asks if it was his fault.

Y/N replies with yes, since it was his hand who ended this old friend’s life. 

Wilford apologizes sincerely, the apology directed at Y/N because it was also his trigger that killed them, though they are unaware of it. 

They don’t know that they died. They can only remember faint faces from a past life. Nothing too major.

Wilford lets them go and they go home.

This is the lore including Y/N so far. We’ll just have to wait until AHWM 2 comes out to see what happens.

Evil Celine | Who Killed Markiplier? AU

evil celine evil celine evil celine evil celine evil celine evi-!!! ----

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a LONNNNG time, way back when WKM came out in 2017. I remember being so sure that Celine was bad. When DAMIEN came out though, I realized she wasn’t heartless, just stoic and strong!

Buuuuuut~~ this gives me the perfect opportunity me to go crazy with an AU! So what if Celine was the dastardly villain in all of this?

Here’s a summary of the AU under the cut! I’m planning to do a MAP in the near future, so keep an eye out! :D

In this AU, Mark is still a famous and wealthy actor, but he is widely beloved and rather charitable. He occasionally gets a big head, and isn’t always very modest, but he’s by no means a wicked or selfish person. He cherishes his career as an actor, and loves bringing joy to his fans. Mark is also head-over-heels for his wife Celine, a mysterious, and seemingly-magical seer. They met through her twin brother Damien, Mark’s good friend and town mayor.

Celine prides herself in her supernatural work, but unlike her husband, she views power and wealth as what’s most important. Manipulative, greedy, narcissistic, power-hungry---all accurate ways to describe her. Being extremely intelligent, she dropped out of college, viewing it as a waste of time. When her, slightly-younger, brother Damien became mayor, he introduced her to his friend Mark, a well-known celebrity. With Mark’s gorgeous looks, wealth, status, and sweet, flirtatious attitude, the two of them hit it off instantly, and got married a few years later.

After a couple of short years into their marriage, Celine realizes she’s unhappy and rather annoyed, knowing that she doesn’t really love Mark. Originally, she was going to divorce him, but she realized she didn’t want to lose all the wealth she shared with Mark---which technically all belonged to him. So to solve this problem, she resorts to killing her husband to collect the insurance money.

Celine figured this would be easy enough, but something rather bizarre and unexpected happens. After killing him, Mark just comes back to life within a few hours! The next few weeks, Celine does everything she can to end his life. She stabs him, drowns him, chokes him, poisons him, shoots him, and much more, but nothing is successful. He just wont stay dead.

During these attempted murders, Mark is scared and extremely confused, having no idea that Celine is the one doing this. He doesn’t even realize that he’s actually dying and repeatedly coming back. He goes to his dear friend and butler, Ben, to vent his fears and frustrations, going to Celine for comfort too, but she just tells him that these are all simple nightmares. Of course, that doesn’t convince him. Cuts, bruises, gunshot wounds, occasionally choking up water, and other sorts of horrible things are not typically symptoms of bad dreams.

Finally, Mark somewhat realizes what’s happening here. At the very least, he recognizes that his beloved wife is the cause. Celine attempts to kill him yet again, but this time, he was expecting it. After a fight and a loud argument, Mark forces her to leave his home. She happily leaves, finally revealing how she truly feels about Mark. Not only that, but just a week or so later, she gets together with Mark’s friend Colonel William, who thinks Celine and Mark just divorced.

Stricken with agonizing grief, anger, horror, and anguish, Mark soon devises a plan to get back at his sickeningly evil wife. This plan....is the poker party plan.... but with a few differences. 

Being corrupted by heartbreak and the dark influences of the manor, Mark’s scheme is cold and twisted. Not wanting an actual officer or detective to be involved in this, he hires a good friend he met in college, a fellow drama student and actor named Abe, to pretend to be a detective. Their plan was to expose Celine's horrid actions to her brother, and all of Mark’s friends. Ultimately, Mark was going to make sure that Celine “died” in that house, so she could feel exactly what he went through.

Things... don’t exactly go the way they were intended though.

Celine, Damien, William, and the DA are all invited to the poker party, with Chef and Butler Ben attending as well (Obviously). The plan kicks off with DA finding Mark’s dead body. Most of the same things occur; tensions rise, accusations are made, weird happenings from the house, and more, but this time, Celine is there from the start, and Abe is in on it. Also, the scene in the wine cellar does not happen. 

When Celine starts getting rightfully accused, William throws a wrench into things by repeatedly standing up for her, to the point where he and Abe start shouting and pointing guns at each other.

After hours of intensity, high tensions, and strange evil from the house, Celine attempts to put a stop to this. She goes into that small room with her brother, finally being able to recognize the dark powers lying within the mansion. She figures out what Mark is trying to do, and she tries to end it with her dark magic. Damien is scared, confused, and beyond worried.

Meanwhile, Abe hurries to the room to prevent Celine from stopping Mark’s plan, but William blocks him, wholeheartedly believing that his love is innocent. A loud and angry argument ensues, which leaves both men dead. William, a soldier of war, shoots Abe in the chest. Abe, a simple actor with not as much experience with guns as the Colonel, shoots William in reaction to being shot, getting him right in the head. Of course, he dies instantly, and Abe dies just a few minutes after, completely horrified by his actions and the overall situation. The DA is just as, if not more, horrified, having just seen two people kill each other.

While that happens, Celine is performing her wicked magic, her goal being to end Mark for good. She realizes though that for this particular spell to work, she needs a sacrifice. So, being the cold-hearted person that she is, she kills Damien---someone who loved and trusted her. This backfires, and the manor’s evil is proven to be more powerful than Celine. She, along with her brother, turn into the entity called Dark (Dark’s appearance more resembles Celine in this AU). In a confrontation between Dark and Mark in a black, endless void, Mark uses Celine’s life energy to heal his broken body, although scars still cover his form. He shames and condemns Celine for what she’s done, expressing his sorrow for Damien, and the rest of his friends, as he only intended for Celine to suffer. With that, Mark escapes his mansion for good.

The dust settles.... and the manor is quiet. The groundskeeper, butler, and chef, are all long gone, and death overcomes the building. Panicked, confused, and traumatized, DA leaves the manor, but is surprised to find Mark outside! Seeing the pain the DA went through, Mark is shocked, and even feels guilty. He apologizes, and comforts and reassures them, offering his friendship. Still wildly baffled, and a little hesitant, DA accepts.

Back inside the manor, around 15 hours after Mark and the DA leave, Abe and William awaken from their death. They are BEYOND puzzled and definitely traumatized. Stricken with uncertainty and insanity, the two leave together. Dark leaves too, but she makes sure she is not seen. Her quest to successfully kill Mark is nowhere near over.

Over the decades, Mark continues his acting career, but also starts directing! DA is along for the ride, and the two of them, now close friends, get into all sorts of shenanigans and strange adventures.

Abe and Will do as well, but this time, as friends, not enemies. They both lean into their insanity in their own way. They both suffer through it, but Will eventually starts to embrace is, and Abe is stuck feeling traumatized and helpless. As shown above, they become performers together to find purpose. Will becomes a joyful clown, and Abe becomes an anxious and sorrowful mime.

This Dark is very similar to canon Dark, but is way more evil and harsh. She’ll occasionally stick around with William (now Wilford), but is more often than not trying to sabotage Mark and DA’s adventures and shows.

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So that’s my AU!! I know that’s a LOT of information.... oof :3 I really hope y’all like it! Feel free to ask me questions about it, draw art, and even suggest ideas for it!

Again, I plan to host an animated MAP for this AU, so keep a lookout for that!

Blood Siblings

One-Shot

Request:  Hi I love your writing and can I request a damien x reader that's also kind of a Bruce x reader where y/n is Damien's twin that Thalia didn't give to Bruce and that Damien took like and oath not to talk about but the batfam are in danger and he called her for help and she has to come save and meet everyone (soz it's so long x)

Pairing: Damian x Twin!Sister!Reader, Slight Bruce x Daughter!Reader

Genre: Slight Angst 

Word Count: 1.7k, 4 pages

WARNING(S): Blood, Cursing

  “And why can’t I go with Damian?” [Name] asked her mother with her eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Her teeth clenched in anger and jealousy. “I am capable of bringing Father home to you just as much as Damian.” 

    Talia sighed and stopped walking. The brown haired woman turned around and faced her only daughter. “I know you are capable, but Damian needs to work on something for himself.” 

    “What?” [Name] asked in disbelief. Her hands gradually unclenched when her mother started explaining her reason for sending Damian on his own.

      “Your brother has shown conflict in himself. There is an apparent struggle Damian is facing and I believe only your father can help Damian.” Talia stared down at her daughter and reached a hesitant hand to the girl. “You are older than Damian, maybe that is why you can handle death more easily than him. Damian is like his father, he won’t admit it, but Damian knows there is an alternative to killing.” 

    [Name] stayed silent and still. She felt the cold hand that belonged to her mother stroke her cheek robotically. 

     “Your brother isn’t ready for the next phase,” Talia removed her hand and resumed walking toward the training room, “but I have faith in you, [Name].” 

……    

    “Fuck this! I’m going all out, make sure you don’t get in the way of my bullets, Demon Spawn!” 

    “Hey! No guns, Red! I don’t want another accident!”   

    “I have a scar from last time when you thought it was a good idea to go ‘balls to the walls’ thing.” 

    Damian tuned out his sorry excuses of brothers and dodged an incoming attack from an assassin. He had no clue as to why the League was attacking them. Did his mother plan this all along? Was she really going to betray him like that? No, Damian was the one to turn back on her and his grandfather’s teachings. He betrayed them first and honestly, this was his choice. He had an actual family that cared for him save for Jason. Their relationship was still rocky.  

    “Batman is pinned down and I’m going after him,” Nightwing announced and before he could help the caped crusader more assassins blocked his path.

      Damian watched as his allies were pinned against the floor with their arms pulled behind them and restrained by rope. His eyes widened for a fraction when he was kneed in the back and had his face slammed into the oily floor. He grunted in surprise and felt his arms being pulled backwards. He swiftly pressed a button on his wrist where a [f.color] bracelet was always securely on. Now all he had to do was wait.

     Damian was tossed alongside his family and they were all laying on their stomachs. There was a peculiar assassin that stood out to Damian and he recognized it as one of his sparring dummies. The assassin clad in gold and black walked up to the males and chuckled, “Wow, that was longer than anticipated.” The sparring dummy took his mask off and sighed in exhaustion.

      “Zhao, you know better than to go against the league,” Damian spoke with a strong tone.   

   Batman and the rest of the guys looked at Damian in surprise. They were waiting for insults from the teen. 

     “But you’re too incompetent to understand how mindless of an assassin you are. My mother must have you tight on a leash, foolish mutt.” Damian spat and his family rolled their eyes. There he was with his insults.

      Zhao smirked and sneered, “Foolish? You’ve been gone for too long, Damian. You’re insulting your future step-brother.” Zhao’s words got a reaction out of Damian and the teen jumped to his feet. He ran straight at the light brown haired male, but was easily knocked down by the older male.

       “Ack!” Damian grunted and crumbled to the floor when Zhao delivered a sneaky move to the back of his neck. The teen muttered curse words under his breath and kneeled down beside Zhao. “I won’t allow it,” Damian said and looked up at Zhao, “I declare a--”

     “Now don’t do anything reckless, brother.”    

 Damian looked straight and saw his twin sister walking toward him from the shadows. She looked different and you can obviously tell she got her beautiful looks from their mother. [Name] smiled down at Damian and kneeled in front of him, “I can’t believe you outgrew me. We’re 16 now which means that it's been eight years since we last saw each other?”

     “[Name], you can’t marry this imbecile!” Damian shouted and ignored the look in her [e.color] eyes. He saw the conflict in them, but the smile on her face proved that she had a plan. 

     [Name] looked over his shoulder and saw the other vigilantes on the floor looking at them with questions. Then she looked back at her brother and stood up, “If you say so, brother.”

      “Wait!” Damian yelled, noticing the sleek silver dagger slip from under the sleeve of her right arm. [Name] let the dagger fall and with her right arm she gripped Zhao’s chin and forced it upward. Then quickly with lightning reflexes, she caught the dagger mid-fall with her left hand and slit Zhao’s throat with ease. The blood seeped from the deep wound and the red substance splat on the siblings faces.

      [Name] let go of Zhao and his dead body fell to the floor with a thump. The assassins surrounding them didn’t make a move knowing that [Name] had more authority over them than Zhao did. She looked at the assassins and gave them orders. “I need a group to take Zhao’s body back home, the rest follow that group. I’ll follow shortly.”

      The assassins did as they were told and Zhao’s dead body was taken away. [Name] wiped her dagger on her black uniform and used the weapon to cut the rope on everyone’s hands. She finished cutting Red Hood’s bonds then she walked over to Damian. The teen stood a head taller than her.

      “You have blood on your face,” Damian pointed out and [Name] wiped her face with her sleeve. She pointed at the speck of blood above Damian’s eyebrow and he wiped it with his green glove. They were silently staring at each other and [Name] sighed.

      “You caught me off guard when you yelled at me,” [Name] spoke. Her eyes stayed on her brother and she watched the green domino mask he wore crinkle.

      “You didn’t have to kill him.” His words made her roll her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. She then pointed at Batman and the others.      “I think they all know that killing an assassin is a good idea. If I didn’t then Zhao would have killed you and them. Damian, I handled the situation.” [Name] reasoned and put her arm back at her side. “You would have done the same.”

     “I’ve changed,” Damian admitted and looked at his sister with distrust. “It seems like you’re still the same.”

      [Name] was taken back. She thought he would have been happy that she got rid of Zhao, she was happy. “I’m sorry? You were the one who called me for help. I didn’t have to save you guys, but I did it from the good of my heart,” She was glaring at her brother now.

      “I thought you would have a better plan than killing someone. There’s always an alternative.” Damian was forming a scowl on his serious face. 

     [Name] scoffed and tilted her head mockingly, “Yeah, I’ll give you the alternative, Wayne.” She said his last name with hostility and a hint of jealousy. “I would have had to seduce that creep Zhao into letting you guys go and return home being the bride of an arrogant asshole. You wouldn’t know the shit he put me through because you were busy living a semi-normal life with, let me remind you, our father.” 

     Damian softened his glare.

      “I grew up in a merciless home while you were given the chance to be nurtured and cared for. I grew up with brainwashed assassins while you were fighting alongside brothers! I grew up with a mother who rarely showed any affection toward me! So don’t tell me there’s an alternative when you were given a chance to walk another path!”

      [Name] huffed and straightened her back out. She kept the glare directed at her brother, but began walking away from him. She needed to leave before they could see her cry. 

     “You can still change directions,” A deep voice echoed in the warehouse. His calm and soothing voice reached out to her and sent shivers down her body. “You can forge your own path, one that doesn’t end in bloodshed.”

      She didn’t have the need to turn around to see who was talking to her. She knew that the man who spoke to her was Bruce Wayne, her father. The man she always wanted to meet. Yet she didn’t stop walking away, she had to return home to her mother.

      “You’re always welcomed home, [Name],” Batman said her name and that was all she needed to continue forward. She walked into the shadows and never looked back.

 ……      

 “How come you never mentioned her before?” Bruce asked Damian while Alfred tended to the sword wounds on his wide back.

      Damian stared at the fireplace where orange flames flicked, “I took an oath. Talia made me do so, she said that no one can know about [Name]. Her name would never be mentioned and that essentially, she would be considered a shadow. A valuable asset in the League.” 

    “She was pretty badass though, the way she took out the Zhao guy,” Jason winced when Dick poked him with a needle on accident.

      “She’s always been exceptional at hand to hand combat. She could disarm about anybody and kill them in less than ten seconds. I believe the Lazarus Pit had an influence on her natural ability.” Damian removed his eyes from the fire and put his hand under his chin in thought. 

     Tim drank some of his coffee and analyzed Damian’s slumped form. None of them had to ask how [Name] died. Damian would tell them when the time is right. 

     “She’d be back,” Bruce spoke up addressing Damian, “it took awhile for you to come around, although she’s a quick learner. She might be back sooner than we think.” 

The Disappearance of the Demon’s Head

(Damijon AU)

Slade never attacked. Damian Al Ghul Wayne never got sent to live with his father. He grows up cold, prickly, having a giant superiority complex, and successfully attempts to be emotionless. 

At 20 years old, Damian Al Ghul is a highly accomplished assassin. He lives to rule, to command the league of assassins. He is lethal. After he takes the mantle of Demon’s Head at age 18 as his birthright, he joins Talia and comes partially out of the shadows. 

A Justice League member gets drafted against him. He gets the second superboy as his foil. So, Damian studies. He discovers the half-kryptonian’s weaknesses. He plots and creates contingencies. And when he watches a fight from the shadows for the first time, fuck, nobody told Damian that Superboy is adorable. 

Damian Al Ghul knows about seduction, how to use one’s body to persuade someone to do something. But fuck if Superboy’s drawl didn’t nearly cause blood to rush to his cheeks. But it doesn’t show. It never does. 

Damian Al Ghul is not a hero. He is a villain, he is a killer, he is an emotionless assassin. Yet, something about the boy wearing red and blue. It makes him wonder about how maybe in another life...

Extra research, clearly only for battle strategies, showed that he first fought in an adorable hoodie and ripped jeans. And his eyes, guileless and innocent blue… Nope, Damian Al Ghul, Demon’s Head is an assassin. And if Damien might have found out Jon’s identity, no one had to know. Aka, Damian spent so long gazing into Superboy’s blue eyes, he recognized him instantly in his civilliansona even with the rectangular glasses.  

One day, it happened. Damian pulled a coup, defeating most of the Justice League and population through a couple convoluted plans. He succeeds in paving the way to take over.

(“Your city is in ruins. You are-” Damian stopped, gloves half off, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re wrapped in my cloak.”

Swaddled in the thick fabric, only Jon Kent’s face was still visible, his expression trapped between a scowl and a pout. “It’s cold down here, and you left it in reach. If you weren’t too tight to heat your jail while keeping me prisoner down here, I wouldn’t have had to resort to thievery.”

“You look adorable,” Damian said, forcing a sneer into his voice. Because Jon did. He looked adorable and warm and perfect.)

 And fucking god, he should not be feeling this way. What is even worse is that Jon was captured as a civilian, a picture of innocence. But even as a civilian, the clear fear for his loved ones, turned into righteous fury. Damian clearly had a problem, but there was nothing he could do. Once again, his traitorous inner thoughts screamed. I didn’t choose this life, and I am far too deep.  Yet the Demon’s Head showed none of his indecision, he never did. 

Damian sat down next to his apparently cold captive. 

“Do you ever wish you never existed?”

“No.”

“Count yourself lucky.” Damian uttered with finality, before up and leaving dismayed by how much he had given away, his emotionless mask still firmly on. 

After he had departed, Jon noted quietly that the Ruthless Demon’s Head hadn’t demanded his cloak back or even released his identity. He had heard the assassin’s wondering about the highly guarded civilian. Wondering why he was kept alive.  

Jon was sincere in a way Damian envied. Damian was confident and abrasive, blunt and straight-forward. Damian did not know what to do with the flutter of his heart near superboy. Damian stayed away. 

Jon got used to being captured, praying his mother at least had escaped before the city burnt. He knew his Pa, cousin, and brother, would be on the front lines. All Jon had was hope. And apparently his captor’s cloak. 

Cassandra Cain was an expert in body language. That’s one of the reasons Bruce Wayne, her adoptive father sent her back under deep cover within the League of Assassins. She could confidently say that The Dreaded Demon’s Head was adorably soft for the young Superboy, Jon Kent. 

After finding his files, and discovering he was technically Damian Al Ghul Wayne, Cass couldn’t help but wonder what if. And when she saw the indecision, on Damian's taunt frame, she planned. She was going to wingman the hell out of them. Reverse Stolk-holm Syndrome or Lima Syndrome, Jon can help Damian, give him a shot at happiness. Damian is not malicious, most of the time. He doesn’t feel glee killing innocents. 

Cass could tell her brother? wasn’t that far gone. He had morals and ethics twisted since birth, but still there. She hoped Jon could pull Damian into a better state, but not at the expense of Jon’s own sanity. Judging by her research, they could do it.

<Time Skip 10 years later>

The kidnapping of Jonathon Samuel Kent, son of Lois Lane and Clark Kent, ended months later when the victim was presumed dead. 

Meanwhile everyone begs to wonder why one day, the leader of the League of Assassins for all intents and purposes ups and leaves in the middle of his highly successful takeover. He just disappears. It must have been an internal coup, people whisper under dark shadows. Why else would he have left? 

Cass smiles as she records the conspiracy theory containing the aftermath of Burning Day. She compiles them in a folder until she skips town once more. 

The isolated farm somewhere in Kansas flourishes. There are many dogs, cats, and other rescue animals. It is fully functional with cows and a couple chickens and many crop varieties.

Cass sits down with the couple, gathered around a homemade wooden table as the three open the folder to laugh. Jon grabs Damian’s hand, and it’s a credit to how far he’s come that the only move the former Demon’s Head makes is to gently squeeze back, smiling softly at his husband of 7 years. Life was finally peaceful for the two men, life was perfect.