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redwildfury · 1 year

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Fault

⚠Warning:⚠ This story contains gore, death, and major character death. If this isn't your type of content then don't read.

This story was a dream I had. It was so detailed and so shocking to not write down. I hope y'all enjoy it!

The world was ending again. Pure chaos ran through the city of New York. Nothing but agonizing screams rang throughout the city. Corpses lay in a burning pile of lava. The city having a giant crack in the streets. Lava rising from deep within the earth. Rising until it broke the surface and melted everything within its proximity. The earth's crust had been broken. The core erupting and producing hot boiling lava. The people of New York cried out. All desperately trying to get to safety. Most were unsuccessful. And those that made it, did not last long. They suffered a boiling death. Ending in a suffering wail for help. But it was not only the humans that suffered such an agonizing fate. Mutants of all kinds within the city were not spared.

If the lava didn't take them out. The raining balls of fire surely would. In the sky, above the remaining skyscrapers. Fire rained down on those below it. A hot stream. It flowed like water onto the humans and mutants in the area. Casting them in red. Boiling they're skin into sores and bursting them from the inside out.

The clouds above were dark. The usual white fluffy clouds were more misted. More wavy and separated. Blue turned to black. Ash falling from the sky and coating the streets in gray. Buildings crumbled. The earth shaking as they crashed and fell. Being consumed by the lava. The city known as New York would be no more. And as the city crumbled around them. The people that were still alive cried out. Begging for a savior. Begging for hero's to step up and stop this madness.

But the hero's of New York could do nothing but watch. Their city fell before them. Destroyed by the very person they loved. This was all their fault. They caused this. They pushed him too far. Caused him too much pain and harm. Brothers were meant to stick together. They had left him. Left him to defend himself. Offering no help in hopes he'd make it out on his own. This was their doing. Now they would reap the choice they chose. Leonardo looked on in anguish. Yelling out in desperation to make this all end. This wasn't his brothers fault! He could fix this! He had to fix this! The planet they left him on was all his fault. The missions failure was his doing. Not his brothers. He caused this with his own words and actions. A choice he made and put the ones he loved most in danger.

Donatello hadn't been much help. The genius foiled the mission by setting off a bomb too soon. He blamed himself. None of this would be happening if it weren't for him. His mahony eyes filled with sorrow. Staring into the black sky above. If only he had calculated the attack correctly! The world wouldn't be ending! Humans and mutants wouldn't be suffering such a horrible fate. April would still be here if it wasn't for him! This was all his fault.

Michelangelo wasn't cutting himself much slack either. Much like his brothers, he blamed himself. The destruction of earth was his fault. Everyone would still be alive. The world wouldn't be ending if he hadn't caused his brother such pain. His heart ached. His baby blue eyes filling with tears. The agony of his cries echoing throughout the city.

The world wouldn't be ending if it wasn't for them. Leo believed they could stop this. That they could fix it. But how could you fix something that was broken? A broken being filled with rage was almost unstoppable. The damage had been done. Of how Leo planned to fix any of this, Donnie, nor Mikey knew. They were losing so much in such a little amount of time. Their city, their friend's, their brother. If only they had seen the signs. If they had picked up on it. Sensed that something was obscure. Not even Leo had detected anything.

And now, as Raphael peered down at the chaos below. His brother's crying out to him. Begging him to stop and come down. It was not enough to bring the beast down. Giant wings flapped behind him. Creating gusts of wind that forced lava into different directions. A long tail flicked behind him, it curling and straightening before starting to flick again. His body covered in red glowing markings, that swirled and twisted all over his head, arms, and legs. And his head was adored with two red horns.

Raphael gazed upon the city in judgment. The disruption of earth was inevitable. With the first time being a mistake. The Triceratons were not this world's fate. But his. This was his planet. He alone had the power to decide what happened to this place. His decision came at midnight. A choice that could not so easily be taken back. Was made within a quick motion of his hand. The earth spilt. Causing lava to erupt from the core and flood the city in boiling fire.

He possessed a power that not many had. Raph morphed into a deadly beast. A demon of fire and rage. All thanks to his beloved brothers.

Leo stepped with stride. Looking fear in the eye and facing it with a expressionless face. "Raphael! Please, stop this!" He begged. Mikey waved his arms, attempting to get his dragonic brothers attention. "Raph, please! We're sorry!! We didn't mean for it to happen!" The youngest wailed. Fresh tears fell from his eyes. Making them swell up and drown in a sea of hot tears. Donnie let the two speak. His mind more on how they could possibly reverse this. How they could fix their broken brother.

A scowl came to Raphael's face. The words his brother's spoke were not believed. They could speak a million words and none would be believed as true. "You expect me to believe that?" His voice boomed around them. Traveling through the destroyed city. This was the first time he'd spoken to them in weeks. Ever since they brought him home he isolated himself in his room. Only ever coming out to eat. He quit training with them. Quit spending time with them. Leonardo did take notice of it. But he had not been there for Raphael like he should have.

Raphael turned his gaze from them. Their cries meant nothing. Soon this city would be gone. And then, the world would be no more. Aliens from all over the galaxy would fear him. He would have complete control of the entire universe!

"Raph! Bro! Please! We didn't mean for it to happen!! We didn't mean any of it!" Mikey screamed to the sky. His hand reaching out to the brother he cared so much for. Raphael did not care to hear his little brothers please. The choice they made would cost them. What they did would not go unnoticed or unpunished. This planet would die by his hands.

Leonardo took a chance. He gestured to his brothers, grabbing his grappling hook from his belt and firing it at a nearby building. One far from the roof they were atop. One that wasn't melted to bits yet. Donnie and Mikey followed suit. Swinging with their grappling hooks to the building. They dropped down. Landing on an unmelted street. Standing directly bellow Raphael. It was a miracle Raph hadn't spotted them yet. They were thankful for him being more busy with throwing fire upon the city. It gave them time to come up with a plan. A plan of how to bring Raphael back.

While the three spoke with one another. Leo at the lead of making a plan. Raphael flew above them. His powerful wings carried him effortlessly. As he flew, his horns began to glow a bright red. Mikey caught sight of this. The youngest took the action upon himself to cover his two older brothers. Using his shell as a shield. Mikey was able to cover them just in time. Before the dragon above could breathe fire on them. The fire erupted from Raphael's mouth. It falling to the street and forming a river of lava.

A pain filled scream rang out beside Leo and Donnie. While they remained safe, their baby brother had not. Mikey's shell was melting in the middle. Raphael's fire having hit the orange masked turtle. His shell melted rapidly. It creating a hole and sinking into the flesh. "Leo!! Make it stop!!!!" He cried. Leonardo could do nothing. Nothing much watch as Mikey's shell melted. Blood poured out of the hole. Crimson ran down Mikey's shell and legs. Pooling at their feet. Donatello rushed to get his med kit. Pulling it from his belt and patching Mikey up as quick as he could. It wasn't enough. The blood wasn't stopping. No amount of gauze or wraps could fix this. They couldn't fix this.

"Donnie please! Make it stop make it stop!!" Mikey pressed his head against the buildings wall. This pain was unlike any other. He was being burned from the inside. The lava travelling quick into his system and filling him with pain. The lava burst some of his organs. Causing more blood to surface. Causing more pain. Causing more agony. It was a slow process. It being meant to be slow for Raphael's enjoyment. But Raphael wasn't even watching. His focus was on burning down a skyscraper. He hadn't realized what he'd done.

Leonardo gave Mikey to Donnie. Positioning the two so they held each other. He pushed away from the building and glared up at their dragonic brother. "Raphael!!" He screamed. Demanding the other to look at him. Raphael cut his eyes to Leo. Finally noticing them and witnessing what he'd done to Mikey. His expressionless face didn't help matters much. Leo hoped if Raph saw what he'd done that something would snap and he would come back to them. That wasn't the case.

A grin spread to Raph's face. His body turned so he could face them, arms crossing over his chest, and tail flicking from side to side. His wings flapped, keeping him above them. "How does it feel Leo? To have everything taken from you?" Leonardo said nothing. There wasn't anything he could say. "You left me on that planet. I was experimented on and turned into this" Raph gestured to himself, his hands being placed on his chest after. They then fell to his sides, his hands resting on his hips. "You only saved me because you couldn't endure the pain Mikey and Donnie felt. But not you. You could have lived without me. Without me constantly arguing with you. To question your authority. You could have left me to rot"

Leonardo's face scrunched up in anger. The words his brother spoke were unbelievable. This was not at all how he felt! "That's not it at all! We left you because we didn't have a choice!" Leo stepped forward, leaving Donnie and Mikey's side. Stepping into the dragons range. "We left you because we couldn't find you! The Triceratons held you somewhere we couldn't find. We didn't mean for any of this to happen, please Ra-" "Save your words" Raphael lifted a hand, his hand balling into a fist. Leo jumped, moving to the side as a ball of fire came down on the street. Cracking the concrete.

"You think you can fix this. Well you can't. You can't just expect me to bend to your will and do as you say. I'm not like you. I'm not the obedient son that Splinter loves so much" Leo stomped his foot, standing in front of his brothers, covering them and yelling out to Raphael. "If you would do as your told! And not go against everything I say I never would have left you! If you weren't such a burden to this team-" Leo gasped, he smacked his hands over his mouth and looked up to Raph with tears in his eyes. "Wait- no Raph! I didn't mean!-" the ground shook. Making the three stumble and fall. Lava burst through the ground. Just nearly catching the three.

Raphael dove, his wings stretching out as he glided over them. He flew behind them. His wings starting to flap as he hovered over them. "I won't burden you anymore. This world will burn..with you along with it" Raphael flew down and turned on his side. His wings outstretched. He came close to the ground, his wing cutting into the street and splitting it in half. The building the three were resting against fell. It crumbling and falling into the spilt earth. More lava surfaced. It consumed the building. Catching it on fire and burning it into nothing.

Raphael flapped his wings and flew up. Watching in amusement as the city fell. Watching as his brothers collapsed and fell into the splitting earth. Mikey reached out, crying with a smile on his face. The earth claimed his father in death. And now it would claim him. The lava took him first. It bursting his body and melting him into ash. Donnie curled in on himself. Falling into deaths grasp with tears streaming down his face. Surely it wouldn't hurt. Lava was powerful enough to burn a human on impact right? It would do the same to him. It wouldn't hurt. A blood curdling scream echoed down the split earth. An agonizingly horrible scream of pain and betrayal. His mind failed him. His knowledge failed him. Now, he granted the satisfaction of his demonic brother hearing him die.

Leo stared into the eyes of Raphael. Those emerald green eyes had never looked more threatening. Had never held so much anger and hatred. Even with so much hatred toward him, Leonardo still loved Raphael. They were family. Brothers of a kind. Nothing would change that. Not even death. "I love you… Raphael.." Leo fell into the boiling lava. His body was consumed. Eaten by the pit of hell.

Raphael looked on in satisfaction. This city was no more. The earth would die and the galaxy would be his! No one could stop him. Not even his..brothers. Raph flew down with care. His feet hitting the lava. He walked on the boiling lava. The heat doing nothing to him as he walked to where he'd spilt the earth. He looked over the edge. Expecting to see them grappling to the side. But they were not. They were gone. Consumed by the flame. Raphael dropped to his knees. Hot tears falling down and dropping into the lava. The moment they hit the lava the tears evaporated. Misting and rising into the air. "What have I done.." The realization hit hard them any fist ever could. Of all the battles he'd ever been in. This one hurt the most. "What…why did….why!?" The dragonic turtle looked up to the sky. Staring into the black void. His anger turned into sadness. Realizing what he done was unfixable.

The earth beneath his knees rumbled. The ground erupting with lava bursting from the earth's core. Rising up like a mountain and taking over the earth in a sea of red.

This could not be undone. It could not be fixed. His brothers were dead. They died by his doings. Raphael couldn't fix this. This was his fault. It was all his fault. "It's all my FAULT"

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #character death #gore #major character death #death mention #death warning #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #alternate universe #au #Fault au #My writing

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sboochi · 7 months

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Pretty sure "ease him" doesn't mean anything but I'm NOT rewriting that now >:/

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#good omens #bbc merlin #aziraphale #crowley #arthur pendragon #merlin #magic omens au #crowley stop trying to look cool this is NOT the right moment #this took 16 hours im not even joking #entirely my fault bc i insist on drawing the speech bubbles manually #tune in for next part for some thrilling action! (more hostility)#my art #long post

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mossy-box · 6 months

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Couldn’t stop thinking about this, so here’s a lil rushed thing for @somerandomdudelmao ‘s au.

They’ve finally met so he can ask questions..teehee…

Referring to this post <3

#cass fanart tag #my art #my doodles #cass apocalyptic series #cass apocalypse au #my stuff #Leo rottmnt #future leo #f!leo #future Leonardo #Peepaw leo #I’m glad they’ve finally met #it’s very silly..#poor lil leo thought it was his fault smh #idk if I’ve done cass fanart yet so at least this kinda contributes something #the table leg thing lived in my brain so #y’know #rottmnt

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nerdpoe · 10 months

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Stop Having a Concussion and Get us Home!

Tim works as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Tim has a secretary, and then he has another one to help her because holy shit, the amount of crap Tam puts up with is insane and she needs an assistant of her own.

Tim's second secretary is one Danny Fenton.

Tim, Tam, and Danny are the last ones in Wayne Enterprises, as the building had to be evacuated due to Superman being mind-controlled and targeting major corporations.

Superman targets Wayne Enterprises.

Tim looks out the window as he his secretaries make their way towards the emergency exit, and there he is.

Floating there.

Staring at him.

Tim swears he can see his Uncle Clark sobbing as his eyes heat up.

Then Danny grabs him, yanks him into the stairwell, and just as the building starts to crumble around them, shoves both Tim and Tam into a glowing green portal.

Danny takes a blow to the head.

They land on a floating island, in a swirling vortex of green, and the one who got them there is unconscious on the ground with a nasty headwound.

Meanwhile, after the Justice League manages to snap Superman out of it, the man throws himself at Batmans feet and just...sobs.

Breaks.

They get the story in bits and pieces.

Tim was in the building, still. The burning, twisted wreckage of Wayne Enterprises.

And Clark can't hear his heartbeat anymore.

@simplestoryteller

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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There are two things that Damian knows that he knows Father doesn’t.

He has an older brother

He was dead

(And a secret third thing: Damian was glad he was dead. They did not get along.)

Well. No, correction, they were two things that Damian knew that Father didn't. Past tense. Strange magic swirled through the air and created a mirage before his eyes, and immediately a scowl forms across his face.

The mirage shifts and shimmers like the light hitting a slowly turning prism, and then it settles into a memory. One that Damian does not recall. Like looking into a tv screen, it shows, faintly, a room, with most of the magic going into the image of a crib.

His mother was standing on one side, and next to her, standing on his tiptoes was a small five year old boy looking up at her. With dark hair and skin that was only few shades lighter brown than Damian's, the little boy's resemblance to Damian was undeniable.

However, his eyes were blue. Not green. Damian's scowl deepens, and he sinks back. "Danyal." He mutters, and feels eyes turn on to him.

Danyal Al Ghul. Damian's older brother. A prodigal swordsman like Damian, and five years his senior. He'd be fifteen if he was still alive. His memory of the last time he saw his brother was still clear in his mind.

(A sword to Danyal's neck. Stars were glittering through his window. Damian was five, Danyal ten. He is not sure why Danyal had snuck into his room, all he remembers is hearing a sound and on instinct reaching for his sword.)

(His brother had intercepted easily. But had not shoved the sword away. Moonlight hit his blue eyes, and Damian remembers seeing the pupils shrink to let the light in. His eyes looked almost silver.)

(His brother bares his teeth at him. Damian wants to slice his neck more than anything, and he bares his teeth back. "Good." Danyal says, his voice low in a hiss, "Your reflexes are good, little brother.")

("Of course they are," Damian remembers snarling, and presses the sword closer. But it does not budge. "I am an Al Ghul.")

(Something unrecognizable passes through his brother's eyes, and his mouth twists into something like a smile. "I know." He says, and tilts his head downwards at him. "And you will be great.")

(His brother shoves the sword back, causing Damian to stumble. And like the wind, he is gone.)

(The next morning, he goes on a mission with mother and a few others. Mother is the only one to return with Danyal's sword, and a red-eyed look in her eyes. Damian does not mourn. Now there's only one of them.)

"Momma." The little Danyal-mirage speaks, a furrow between his childlike brows as mother lowers a bundle into the crib. His blue eyes watch her, and lifts onto his toes to peer into the crib as she sets the baby down. "Who is this?"

Their mother's hand comes to rest along his back. "This is Damian, my son." She murmurs, voice low. "He is your little brother. Protect him well."

Damian scoffs internally -- not likely. He remembers every spar he ever had with Danyal, every harsh word and insult. His pushing, pushing, pushing for Damian to get up. To try again. Do it again. The only kindness he ever showed him was when his fingers bled. And even that was harsh, firm. Rolling gauze around his wrist and scolding him, telling him how to wield his weapon better.

(It was the same as everyone else, but somehow it hurt worse coming from his own brother.)

But he watches his older brother's youngest self tilt his head to the side, and then reach his chubby hand through the crib's bars. He runs small, blunt fingers over the baby's arm, and the baby jerks. Through the crib's bars, Damian sees himself grab Danyal's fingers.

And he scowls even deeper.

And Danyal's eyes... widen. He lets out a little gasp, and a small smile Damian's never seen him wear tilts at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at their mother. "Mother," he whispers, "he grabbed me!"

Damian... his scowl falters, for a moment.

He doesn't wait for a response, he looks back to the baby with sparking eyes. His expression melts like sugar as he bounces the finger being gripped tight by the small hand. "Hello, little brother." His brother says, voice its of usual firmness, but there's more fondness underlying it than Damian's ever heard. "My name is Danyal."

The mirage shifts before Damian can comprehend his older brother's voice. It shows the crib again, appearing as if a few days had passed. There is night lilting through the nearby window, and a creek of the door. The baby doesn't stir.

Danyal sneaks in, still wearing his training clothes and a sword strapped to his side. Damian's scowl returns, watching him creep over to the crib. Of course -- the last night he saw his brother wasn't the only time he'd snuck into his room.

Would he go so low as to attack an infant? Damian wonders, watching his brother cross the room to his crib. But while his fingers rest against the hilt, they never curl to unsheathe.

His brother peers into the crib again, and there it is again, that smile wider in the corner of his mouth. It's not a full one, but its as uninhibited as it gets. Dripping honey-sweet with awe. "You are so tiny." Danyal whispers, and pokes a finger back through the crib. It wriggles, then pokes Damian's cheek gently. "Was I as small as you when mother gave birth to me?"

There is no response from the baby. Not a coherent one anyways, the little thing snuffles and turns his head, mouth open to latch. Danyal stills, his eyes grow ever wider again.

Danyal says nothing else, just rests his cheek against the crib and watches the baby sleep in silence. The affection never leaves his young face.

Damian feels unsettled. Off-foot. This Danyal is foreign to him... He wonders what happened to have changed his brother's mind on him.

There's a scuffle, quiet, but there. Danyal picks up on it just as Damian does, and his head pricks up like a deer, head already turning away from the crib. The affection leaves his face, falling away like water into something serious. His blade is already slightly unsheathed.

Two assassins, belonging to grandfather, burst out of the shadows. Their swords swinging into the air and ready to strike.

Danyal kills them both, his back to the crib. It's not without struggle, and when the two assassins lay dead on the floor, the baby is wailing at the top of his lungs. Danyal has a laceration cleaving down diagonal of his cheek. It's close to his eye, just barely missed blinding him.

Damian never knew how he got that scar. He does now. (He doesn't know how to feel about it.)

His brother clutches his bleeding face, sheathing his sword as tears well up onto his face. But he turns towards the crib, and hurries over. "You're okay, you're okay, you're okay." He hushes rapidly, the League-drilled seriousness fallen away to reveal a panic-stricken five year old. He sticks one hand into the crib, the one not clutching anything, and grabs little Damian's hand.

Their mother comes bursting in that moment, and Danyal turns his head towards her. "Mother." He says, his voice cracks un-wantingly. Their mother steps over the bodies of the assassins easily. "They tried to kill Damian."

"But they did not." Talias says, kneeling down next to the crib to inspect Danyal's face and Damian's well-being. When she finds nothing of concern beyond the injury, she continues. "You killed them before they could, Danyal. Well done."

The mirage of his brother nods, his eyes teary and red.

Damian... is discomfited. he never thought Danyal would kill assassins for him. He would have thought his brother would sooner look the other way. The mirage shifts again, and it quickly shows time passing.

Danyal sits in Damian's nursery every night, after that. He lays at the foot of the crib with his sword, a pillow and a blanket with him. Some nights there is nothing but peace -- or as close to peace as a baby could achieve -- and some days assassins break in.

Danyal kills each one.

The mirage shifts again, and it shows more memories of Danyal interacting with Damian during his youth too young for him to remember. His first steps, his first words.

"Danya." The small toddler of Damian says, arms reaching for Danyal.

A frown curls across Danyal's face, and pulls Damian into his lap. "No, no, little brother." He scolds, voice firm but.. softer. "It is Danyal, Damian. Danyal."

"Danya!"

Damian's brother sighs, but there is that same-small tilt at the corner of his mouth. A glimmer in his eyes. A glimmer... that Damian is finding he recognizes.

(He always thought his brother got that look in his eyes when he was mocking him. Was he wrong?)

The mirage shifts again, and this time it shows only mother and Danyal, alone. Danyal is older, taller. Seven, if Damian had to guess. Mother has a stern look on her face, her hands tight on his shoulders. "Damian will be starting training soon, my son."

Ah, then close to eight then. Training starts, always, at three years old. He watches Danyal nod, his expression mimicking their mother's. His arms are folded, always folded, behind his back, always neat.

"You can no longer have the relationship with your brother as you did before." Mother says.

Danyal's expression... falters. It shifts, it fluctuates. He looks surprised, thrown off. Like he isn't quite sure he heard what mother just said. His brows furrow. "What... do you mean, mother?"

"I mean what I said, Danyal." Mother says, stern, "Ra's will be keeping a closer eye on Damian now that he is of age to begin his training. He will not like if he sees you both getting along."

"I am sorry, my child. But your relationship with Damian ends here. You are rivals now, not brothers." In a cruel form a gentleness, mother raises her hand and tucks a stray curl out of Danyal's face.

Of course. Damian never had a relationship with his brother because of Grandfather. Of course. No, he's not feeling a little bitter. No. There's not an inner child that still, like a candleflame, wishes that he'd had a bond with his only flesh and blood.

Danyal is dead now. So it's not like it matters. He's happy about this.

Danyal frowns, and he steps back. He looks lost in thought. "We are still brothers, mother," he says, argues, and looks up to meet mother's eyes. "Let me train him, I will make sure he gets the skill he needs. If we must be rivals, then I will teach him how to defeat me. If he can defeat me, he can defeat anybody."

Their mother, and Damian, both blink in unison. Then mother smiles something sharp, calculated. She folds her hands behind her back. "Then do it. But you will make him hate you."

"...So be it."

Damian.... Damian is silent. His world axis has been tilted on its head. He is sliding, and sliding, and sliding down. Spinning. Many things click into place at once.

More memories from the mirage show. It shows Danyal training Damian. It shows their arguing, their bickering. It shows Danyal going to their mother to praise Damian and his skills, how fast he is picking up on the sword. How one day he will surpass even him.

It shows Danyal sitting outside Damian's bedroom door every night, listening in for anyone who dares to break in. His knees drawn to his chest, his sword at his side. Sometimes he sneaks in, sword drawn, when he hears a sound.

Some nights, Damian wakes up. He remembers those nights. Danyal standing over his bed with his sword unsheathed and tight at his side. He remembers the instant terror as he immediately reached for his own weapon.

His brother always scolded him for his lack of vigilance. That had he been anyone else, Damian would have had his neck cut. He would've been dead already. It only made Damian's hatred of him grow.

But he understands now. Because there were assassins in the room that Damian, four years old, three, did not notice. Not until later. He always assumed the attacks on him after Danyal's death had been because now there was a new heir to target.

It had been the only lesson he'd been even somewhat grateful for.

Then finally the mirage shimmers, and it shows Danyal, ten years old, in one of the training rooms, mid-spar with Mother. It's fast, sharp, impressive and like a blur. Damian is unsure if at ten which one of them was the better swordsman. Some of the assassins who have never met Danyal said Damian was, but the ones who had said it was Danyal. He'll never know.

In a lull in the fight, when their swords are crossed, mother speaks. "Ra's wants you and Damian to fight." She says, teeth grit into a deep scowl. The cross breaks and Danyal jumps back, he frowns.

"We have fought, mother." He says, and dives in first, swinging for mother's feet. Mother dodges, and slices at his arm. He swerves out of the way, twisting on his feet like a dance. "We are always fighting, doesn't he see our spars?"

"Not a spar like that, my son." Mother says, a snarl in her voice. She lunges, and Danyal blocks her blade. "A fight to the death. Father has grown tired of having two heirs."

That gets Danyal's attention -- or, more accurately, it distracts it. His eyes widen, and his sword lowers for a single moment. A mistake. "What?" Is all he gets out before mother has him on his back, her blade pressed to his throat.

He freezes. As does Damian. Danyal's brows furrow, then unfurrow, only to knot up again. "Mother, what do you mean a fight to the death?" He flips to his feet when mother removes the sword. She walks over to grab her water.

"Must I repeat myself, Danyal?" Mother snaps, rubbing her forehead before swigging from her canteen. "Father wants to find out which one of you is the stronger heir, and so you will fight to the death after your training in a few days."

Danyal's tan face loses a shade of color, he looks ashy. "There must be some mistake!" He exclaims, his arms gesturing out as he peers around mother. "There is a five year disparity between us, Damian has only just started training two years ago. It would be an unfair fight!"

"Do you think me unaware?" Mother whirls on him, and there is a grief-stricken look on her face. Like she is already mourning Damian's death. Damian feels ill. "Your skill is far beyond what Damian can accomplish right now, and there is nothing that I say that can convince Father otherwise."

Danyal wears an expression like he is scrambling for answers. A white knuckle grip on his weapon. There is a long silence, and his lower lip curls up. His throat bobs, he swallows. "Is there really nothing we can do?"

Mother makes a frustrated sound, pushing her loose hairs out of her face. "Not unless Father changes his mind, or I send one of you away. But Father would surely send someone to look for you or Damian."

"What if one of us faked our death?"

Mother stills. As does Damian. No, he thinks, stiff as a rod, no way. These mirages were lying, nothing but figments of an imagination. Of some quiet what-if that Damian had not yet stomped out.

Mother's expression shifts, and then turns contemplative. Danyal notices, and keeps pushing, he looks as hopeful as he could get beyond his usual unwavering, stone-like expression. "One of us could go to father--"

"No." Mother cuts off, voice sharp. Danyal wilts, confusion flittering across his face. Damian, from the corner of his eye, sees Father tense as stone. His white-slit eyes have not left the mirage. Nobody's has.

"Father will undoubtedly check there first, it would not be a good idea. You or Damian will have to go somewhere where he would not think to look. Someone unaffiliated with the League."

Danyal's face falls, shutters, and then closes up again into stone. Mother begins to pace, and Danyal's blue eyes follow her. "So a stranger?" He asks, and there is disgust lilting into his voice.

Mother nods, and she looks just as offput as Danyal.

The mirage of Damian's brother rolls his shoulders back. "Then I will do it, mother." He says, voice unwavering. There is a stubborn note behind it all, one that Damian recognizes. "I will fake my death, and Damian will stay here."

Mother's eyes turn sharp on him, and she stops in her spot. She pivots. "Are you sure?" She asks, eyebrow raising, "There is a chance you will never meet your Father if you leave. Nor will you see I or Damian again, if you do this."

Something like fear flickers across Danyal's face, eyes widening momentarily -- as if that very thought had not crossed his mind. But then it smooths over to sharp determination. He nods. "It would be the same for Damian if it was him instead. I will do it, Mother."

Damian feels ill again. Father has a strong set in his jaw, his teeth grinding.

Mother stares at Danyal, and then her expression softens. And like before, it is grieving. "In a few days time, I and another member of the League will be going on a mission to the American States. I will tell Father that you will accompany me, once there we will dispose of the other member and then orchestrate your death."

The American States. Danyal was here, in the country. He was out there somewhere -- but no this was fake. It had to be. Danyal was dead. A fool who got himself killed on a mission with mother and left the title of Heir to Damian.

Or maybe it had been his plan all along. His and mother's both.

...Was mother ever going to tell him?

The mirage of Danyal nods, sharp. Understanding. There is a gleam in his eyes that is not pride, it is tears. And when Mother leaves the room and leaves him alone, the stone-like expression on his face crumbles and falls.

His brother, ten years old, curls up his lip in an ugly way. It wobbles as the tears in his eyes do, and he brings up his hand to slam it over his mouth. And sinks to his knees, a yell-like sob muffled behind the skin.

His brother, ten years old, looks smaller than Damian remembers him being, and cries.

Damian has never seen Danyal cry. Not once in the mirage of memories, nor in his own.

The memory holds for a minute, and then disappears. And no new one shows up. The magic is gone, and it leaves a silence in its wake. Heavy, staticky, and full of revelations.

So there are two things that Damian knows that his Father now knows too.

He has an older brother

His older brother is alive.

(And a new secret third thing: Damian wasn't sure how to feel about it.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc prompt #i promise this is a prompt #it just got very long #danyal al ghul au #my take on a danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #i know the usual gist is that danyal al ghul is a better knife thrower than he is a swordsman but hey #consider: phantom has a sword when he fights ghosts. how sick is that?#his ghost form having allusions to the LoA. its not obvious but its there #did i make danny brown skinned? yeah. because him being white or not is irrelevant to me and i wanted to make him darker skinned #thinking about the angst of bruce seeing his firstborn son going “i could stay with father!” and then said child being visibly crushed #when told no. and that he may never see his father ever. actually. if he fakes his death. and still doing it anyways for damian's sake #danny loves his little brother he just shows it in an unorthodox way. some of it is not his fault #also danny being an absolute grump in amity park is very funny to me. he's an arrogant little assassin child in AP who is only here for #his little brother's sake and safety. he loves his brother but that doesnt stop him from being an arrogant little brat #gremlin assassin child danny is so funny #i know this is very ironic for me to post after posting my thoughts on danyal al ghul aus and their missed potential #but actually this prompt is what spurred that post into creation in the first place actually.#because i was thinking about this au and then went “oh hey you know whats funny--” and then i #thought about it too much to the point where i had to make a post talking about it #tried to find a balance between danny being mature for his age and also still being a kid #like yeah he’s a trained assassin and has killed but also he’s a 10yo boy about to be separated - Assumingly permanently- from his family

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DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

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The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

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Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

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Problem solving is their forte.

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askladyinwhiteandfam · 4 months

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Welcome to the Fault AU

In this AU, it had finally got to Avery, the thing that always watched him in the mirrors and forced him to have progressively worse thoughts, had finally got to him, and it had been the end of everyone in the playcare, especially the smiling Critters..

Avery can't really live with this guilt from killing his friends, for now, he just sits in his containment, slowly going insane and trying to cope with the fact that he murdered his friends, even if it wasn't his fault...

Some of his friends forgive him and try to comfort him... others? Not so forgiving..

And the thing, "What happened to it?" You may ask ... Well .. it's still around...

#ppt #poppy playtime #smiling critters #Fault AU

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hishighnesstheprincess · 1 year

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Fault AU is about identity, how to forge a new identity for yourself, toxic relationships, breaking the cycle of abuse, and the duality between heroes and villains. Animorphs AU is about all the shit that Animorphs is about. Empty Space AU is about identity from a different angle, reclaiming your old identity, and family cus I'm nothing if not a predictable baby. Road Less Traveled AU is about all about just the various dynamics between the entire cast but there are more specific themes explored with each character and their closest loved ones. First One Out AU is about leadership from as many angles as I can possibly cram into it. This one Archie AU I don't have a name for yet is about trust and keeping pain confined to yourself. Mecha Sonic AU is about sacrifice and love in all it's various forms and also just pure suffering. Eggdad AU is about Eggman being a bad dad. Anomaly AU I just thought was a neat idea.

#sth #sonic au #fault au #empty space au #animorphs au #road less traveled au #first one out au #mecha sonic au #anomaly au #eggdad au #prin posts #sonic posting #prin preaches

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months

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Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

#Idk I just really like slightly codependent twins #Talia and ras had to put so much work in to prevent them from developing separation anxiety like dogs from the same litter #Also I like Damian thinking Danny is dead until he very abruptly finds out he is now via soul mate agony. Someone did a fic with that idea #It was really good. Let's dial it up to eleven #Danny and Damian having different eye colour and it being the fault of Damian's extra exposure to the pit is awesome too #But I wanted to see if there was a way they could both have the same eyes. Well. Close enough.#Same eyes + twin telepathy + the birth complications people like to give Danny = siamese twins #Also the portal accident happens two years early so there's that #I can't decide whether I want the first meeting to be alive Danny or dead Phantom #Or whether it be a summoning or something #I just need Damian and Danny to lay eyes on each other and immediately go feral #They still don't want to share a room though #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny and damian are twins #twins #twin au #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp crossover #It's not like telepathy it's more if one twin has seen it so has the other #It's not conscious on their part. They don't choose to share things usually. It's been that way since they were born.#That's what they think twins are for the longest time until talia realises and explains #Ras genuinely thinks Danny died because of how devastated Damian was and how he stopped knowing things he shouldn't #1k

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bet-on-me-13 · 7 months

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Unknown, the Wandering Hero

So! We all know the typical Vivisection AU, right? Danny is revealed to his parents and they take it in all the wrong ways. They capture him, Vivisect him, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of his friends.

But what about his Rouges?

Sure, we all like to think of some of the more friendly ones like Ember, or Sydney, or Johnny 13 and Kitty, but he has WAY more Evil Rouges than good ones.

Without Danny there to reign them in, the Rouges spread out across the world to fulfill their obsessions, unhampered by the Heroes and Villains of the world that have no means to fight them.

And Danny? He feels responsible. He was the one to open the Gate, he was the Sacrifice, the one to let them through. And when the going got tough he just up and left? No, that won't do.

His Obsession is Protection for a reason, and nothing has changed. All he needs to do is expand his area of focus a little.

Danny, after healing up, starts wandering the world in search of the Ghosts who have escaped into the Mortal Realm. He battles all of his old foes, as well as many new ones who he hadn't met before.

His travels take him far and wide.

He defeats Skulker in Metropolis, as he is trying to hunt down the Super Family for their pelts. They are the last of their race after all, so he is inclined to try and hunt them. Honestly dealing with Skulker was easy, dealing with the Rich Asshole who was funding him was a nightmare.

He chases down Spectra in Gotham as she tries to feed on the misery of an entire City. (Thanks to @impyssadobsessions for the idea, this Prompt specifically). She is actually a very tough fight, especially powered by both the Misery of an Entire City as well as his Own Misery, but he manages.

He defeats Technus is Central City, as he tries to Raid Star Labs for their advanced Tech. It actually took a while to beat him after he amped himself with all that Power, and he did need help from the Local Hero to deal with him. He's just thankful Technus is one of the more "Harmless" ones.

After every Victory, he sends them back to the Realms using the Banishing Spell that Sam taught him a while back (the only bit of magic he ever really managed to master).

He knows they'll eventually find their way back out, but it's all he can do anymore. It's his eternal Punishment for unleashing them out into the World in the first place. He was the Catalyst for this Situation, now he was tasked with Fixing it, no matter how long it took.

...

The Justice League is caught in a tricky situation a the moment.

In the past few months, they have been encountering more and more of these Extra Dimensional Beings known as Realms Ghosts across the World.

Justice League Dark has had some success in battling them, but even they are getting tired of having to deal with every single incident alone.

They did get approached by a Government Agency known as the Ghostly Investigation Ward that seemed to want to help, but it didn't take long to realize that their main Aim was to Genocide the entire Race. The JLA had quickly cut ties after realizing that, and took what little Tech and Information they had been able to gather.

Still, it wasn't easy to deal with these Entities.

Thankfully, they have had some outside help. An Unknown Being has been routinely showing up whenever a Realms Ghost appears and defeating them, before using a (as described by Constantine) "Rudimentary Banishing Spell held together by willpower and luck" to send them back to their home Dimension. There's honestly no way it should be functional, but he did make it work either way.

They don't know much about this Unknown, aside from the fact that he seems to be the only one able to consistently damage the Realms Ghosts. His Powerset leads them to belive he may be from the same Dimension, or at least drawing his power from the same Source, but as he actively avoids the League and takes every opportunity to not talk to them, they know they aren't getting any answers any time soon.

Over the past few months, they had affectionately started referring to him as Unknown, creative they know, because they could never get his Real Name. Sure, some of the Realms Ghosts seemed to recognize him, but they always called him stuff like "Whelp" and "Punk" and "Usurper", which were not very good names to use when referring to him. Although the last one was a bit concerning.

They had only managed to trade a few quick words with Unknown in the past few months, but it was enough to get the Gist of it. He was just doing his job, sending the Realms Ghosts back where they belonged. There was apparently a Tear in Reality letting them through, but he seemed hesitant to reveal what he knew about it.

After a few months of sparse interactions, they eventually managed to convince him to at least take an Emergency Communicator. Just in case. They even let him take it apart to look for any Tracking Devices, which earned them a small bit of trust. They took whatever wins they could.

Fortunately, it seemed he never did need it. In fact he was getting more and more efficient with every battle, defeating his foes in half the time it would have taken before.

Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. One day, the Communicator went off, a distorted voice quickly saying, "Need backup, some of them decide to Team Up" before cutting out.

They quickly rushed to his location, finding an active battlefield with no less that a dozen Ghosts battling Unknown. And he seemed to be on the ropes.

With their arrival, the combined force of the Justice League and Unknown eventually managed to defeat the Group of Ghosts. Justice League Dark volunteered to work on the Banishing Spells while the others cleaned up the damage from the Battle.

One of them approached Unknown to make sure he was ok, and froze.

During the battle, Unknown's Mask had been Torn off, and they could finally see the face of the Hero they had been working with for the past few months.

And he was a Child.

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Vivisection AU #Wandering Hero AU #Danny's Hero name is Unknown #Danny isn't in a good place right now #He has an unhealthy mix of a Savior Complex and Survivors Guilt #He believes that this is all his fault and none of this would have ever happened if he hadn't been stupid enough to step in the Portal #Danny is of course Wrong since he parents would have eventually made the Portal work whether he stepped in it or not #And in that scenario there would have been nobody who could stop the Ghosts at all and they would have run rampant #The JLA is horrified that they let a child fight their battles for this long #Of course they understand him since they are the exact same but they still feel bad for not supporting him more #(As if Danny would have let them)#Whether Danny let's himself be taken in by the League or runs away from his problems again is up to whoever picks up this post #I leave it humbly in your hands

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