#Forgotten Demon Twin

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 11/?

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Danny had wanted to do nothing more than wallow in self-pity in his room. Vlad had left him feeling discombobulated. He had no idea what to do now. Should he risk it and tell his parents he was Phantom? A little girl’s wails brought him back to the present.

Right, a ghost was attacking.

People ran as the ghost attacked at the mall’s parking lot. The screams weren’t loud, which just went to show how used they were to ghost attacks. They were focused on getting the hell out of dodge. Why did ghosts always attack in crowded areas, though? It made life so much harder for Danny.

“I’m here for your crown, Phantom.”

Danny ignored the giant green flame ghost and used a freeze ray in the hopes of stopping it. The ray hit, but it didn’t even slow the ghost down. As soon as it hit, the ice melted into a puddle of water. Danny didn’t let the minor setback deter him.

“You don’t deserve my crown or my kingdom, you flaming bag of gas.”

“Roar!”

“Did you—did you just literally say ‘roar’? What the actual fuck?”

The ghost didn’t say anything but turned into a big ball of fire headed straight for Danny. Danny looked around, noticing that there were still people in the parking lot. He did the only thing he could think of: he went up to the ghost and put a shield around it and himself.

The good news was that only Danny was hurt, and he could contain the fire within a very small radius.

The bad news: the flames went up into the sky, burning an ectoplasm green. There was a zero percent chance that Batman and his brood didn’t see that and would be sticking their noses into Danny’s business.

Dammit, now he was on a time limit. He didn’t want to have to deal with them.

“Now you’ve done it,” Danny said, “You’re going down!”

Danny ignored the burns on his body and flew up to the ghost, his hands glowing blue with ice, and punched it in the face.

“Roar!”

“Stop saying that,” Danny uppercut it, and it went down. Thankfully, it shrunk as it fell.

Danny took out his thermos and was about to suck it in when his parents showed up. Fuck!

His parents sometimes teamed up with Danny to take down a bigger threat, but it was always a fifty-fifty chance. They could easily start shooting at him as they could to the other ghosts. Danny didn’t want to take that chance. He sucked up the ghost and then flew as fast as he could. Even then, his parents started shooting at him.

Dammit!

“Get back here, Ghost boy,” his mom yelled out.

“Yeah, you menace, come back and fight us, you coward.”

Danny dodged a shot that almost clipped his shoulder. His mom was way too good at aiming. He was so busy keeping an eye out for his mom that he didn’t notice his dad aiming the bazooka at him. By some twisted miracle, his dad’s shot hit the mark. Danny yelled out in pain. He was already hurting from the burns the flame ghost had given him, and now the ectoplasm shot gave him another wound.

“Got him, Maddie!”

“Great job, sweetie,” His mom pointed a thermos at him.

Danny tried turning invisible. He flickered in and out of the visible spectrum. If some of his powers were acting out, he must be more tired than he thought.

“It’s working, Mads,” his dad yelled out.

Danny froze. What was working?

Suddenly, Danny fell from the sky. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t fly anymore. He hit the pavement hard, leaving a crater behind.

“Ugh. Ouch,” Danny shook his head, trying to get rid of the ringing in his ears.

Suddenly, white rings appeared around his waist. Danny panicked as he tried to keep the transformation under wrap. It didn’t work.

As he transformed back, Danny felt a body on top of him.

The Fentons saw a white light wash over Damian Wayne. They panicked for a moment, thinking it was their son. Once they blinked away the white spots, they noticed a boy who looked too much like their son covering another body.

Damian groaned as he fell on top of the ghost boy. Except it wasn’t the ghost boy. Both of their blood ran cold. Maddie and Jack noticed jeans and a white t-shirt with red accents. They noticed the messy black hair. With growing horror, the Fentons realized that the boy on the floor was their son, bleeding and with burn marks.

“No,” Maddie said in disbelief, “No!”

She ran up to the two boys and picked up Danny.

“No, my baby boy,” she cried out.

A hand she didn’t know fell on her shoulder. She tensed, ready to attack.

“We have to hide before someone figures out about Danny.”

Dick Grayson looked at her with a look of sadness and pity.

Maddie swallowed down her feelings. Dick was right; nobody else could figure out about Danny being Phantom. Her blood froze completely when she thought about what the GIW would do if they found out.

“Jack, open the GAV,” she commanded. Her husband did so. Damian had finally recovered and jumped in, followed by Dick. Maddie let them. Besides, she had questions.

“You knew about Danny being Phantom. How? You’ve only been in town for two days.”

Dick and Damian looked at each other.

“That’s not something we can answer without the rest of the family and Danny awake,” Dick said.

Maddie let it go and held on to her son tighter. All this time…all this time, they had been shooting at her baby boy. How had she never noticed it? She was a horrible mother!

“Mom,” Maddie looked down at Danny, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, my sweet baby boy. I’m the one who should be saying that not you.”

Danny closed his eyes, leaving Maddie lost in her thoughts. She would make this right. She had to.

____

“We have a situation,” Bruce said. They had suited up to see what the explosion had been, their secret identities be damned. His son might be in trouble.

“Yeah, old man, it’s the explosion.”

“No, Dick texted. The Fentons found out that Danny is Phantom. They’re asking questions.”

Every one of his children looked at each other. Things were moving fast and quickly spinning out of their control. Should they tell the Fentons their identities? They knew about Danny, but that didn’t mean they had to tell them their secret.

“We don’t have to tell them our secret identities, but,” Bruce added, “We can make up half-truths that protect us but also explain how we know Danny is Phantom and why we aren’t reacting as civilians would.”

“Like what,” Jason asked.

“It’s a public secret that Wayne Enterprises funds the JL. We can build off that,” Bruce said.

“I think,” Tim said, “you should go alone. If too many of us show up, we could freak them out. That way, we can stay here in case Constantine calls. We can figure out these Anti-Ecto Act Laws. Maybe you could even get some insights from the Fentons.”

The rest of his children nodded.

“Fine, I’ll keep you updated.”

Bruce left wondering how things had gotten so out of control.

Without thinking, Bruce got into the backseat of the car.

“Where to, sir,” Alfred asked.

“To the Fentons,” he answered absentmindedly. It wasn’t until the car was moving that Bruce remembered.

Alfred was dead.

I will say this is not how I thought this chapter would go. I had it all planned out, and then, bam, a curve ball hit me, and I was writing something else.

Hope you liked.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin

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Do I have three other WIPs? Yes. Am I starting a fourth one? Also yes.

Takes place after Batman vs. Robin and the whole thing on Lazarus Island and Alpha wars

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Tim Drake, aka Red Robin, re-read the letter Prue had intercepted years ago.

No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached). No assistance is required. –Spare

The patents that had been attached were the work of the doctors Fentons. From what little he could find on them, they were ‘ectobiologists’ who made inventions to capture and eliminate ghosts. He couldn’t get past the firewalls around their small city of Amity Park to find out more, though.

Neither he nor Prue had ever figured out who this ‘Spare’ was while they were in the League. It wasn’t something he had given much thought to after he saved Bruce from the timestream. However, after Ra’s Al Ghul’s death and the whole mess with Deathstroke… After Talia’s disappearance with her zealots, well…It may be time for Tim to ask the demon brat. He would bring it up during dinner.

____

The family was up in arms.

Damian would like to point out it was Drake’s fault. (And maybe his, but he would never admit it out loud.)

It started at the monthly family dinner. Father had suggested that the family get together at least once a month. Even Todd had shown up.

After dessert, Drake had brought up that he couldn’t figure out who had written two letters he had intercepted years ago and asked for Damian’s help.

Damian smirked at his brother Drake’s need for his help. He took the letters and frowned as soon as he figured out who had written them.

“Aw,” Damian said calmly as he reread the letter, “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”

He had forgotten he had a twin; he supposed it was time to tell him about the League’s fall and his, their, grandfather’s death. He obviously didn’t know about grandfather’s untimely demise if he was still sending reports.

Damian knew he was fucked when the table went silent for a moment. Then all hell broke loose.

“Damian, what do you mean ‘twin brother,’” his father barked asked.

Damian sighed; like he said, it was all Drake’s fault.

Thousands of miles away, Daniel Jack Fenton, nee Danyal Al Ghul, sneezed. Huh, that was weird.

Danny wrote his yearly report to the League. (It was always the same two sentences.) He hadn’t heard from them in years, but on the off chance they were still reading the reports from the Al Ghul’s failure, well, he wanted to keep them out of Amity Park.

It wasn’t a long report; some of his parent’s tamer invention blueprints were attached. He still hadn’t told them about his parents’ invention of the portal to the afterlife. He shuddered to think what his grandfather would do with that knowledge.

Now, all he had to do was send them out and hope he could keep the League of Assassins and Ra’s Al Ghul away from Amity Park for another year.

____

Bruce wished he knew where Talia was hiding so he could wring her neck.

She hadn’t hidden one son from him, but two.

“Damian, why didn’t you tell me about your brother,” Bruce demanded angrily. If Talia hadn’t told him about his second son, he would’ve thought Damian would’ve had the decency to do so.

Damian crossed his arms, “I forgot.”

“You forgot you had a twin brother,” Jason asked incredulously.

“Danyal was exiled when we were seven. He was ‘given’ the assignment of finding out how scientists outside the League interacted with Lazarus' water. Last I heard, he was placed in a small city with two scientists named Madeline and Jack Fenton.”

“He wasn’t mentioned often except to remind me not to be a failure like he was. I didn’t want to be exiled or worse. Neither grandfather nor mother mentioned him after I turned nine. Then I came to live with you, and he slipped my mind.”

“What the fuck, Damian? So, if I had never brought up these letters, we wouldn’t even know we have another brother?”

Damian threw his hands up, agitated, “I’m sure I would’ve remembered him eventually. Besides, we weren’t close. We weren’t raised that way.”

“It doesn’t sound like Danyal was raised at all,” Tim murmured.

“That is so fucked up,” Jason said.

The rest of his children and Barbara had stayed silent.

Dick was staring at Bruce, analyzing his expressions.

Bruce wished Alfred was still with them. He would’ve known how to handle this situation, and if not, he could’ve at least helped Bruce figure out his emotions.

“Tim, what can you tell on what you’ve found?”

Tim frowned, “Not much. I know Dr. Madeline and Jack Fenton live in Amity Park, but I can’t find much about the small city. The whole city is behind a thick firewall I can’t get past. I can’t find any news or social media from the residents beyond two years ago. The town’s website hasn’t been updated in three years and claims to be the most haunted city in America.”

“I didn’t even know the Fentons had a kid, let alone the brat’s twin. I was hoping Barbara could help me get past the firewalls to find out what’s happening in the city. My guts tell me there’s something more going on in Amity Park.”

“Of course I’ll help, Tim, that’s why I’m here,” Barbara immediately offered.

“Damian, what else can you tell me about your brother’s…assignment?”

Damian shook his head, “I told you everything I know.”

“Stephanie, Barbara, you can choose whether you want to come or stay. The rest of you pack your bags. I’ll ask the remaining Birds of Prey to care for Gotham while we’re gone. We are going to Amity Park to collect my son.”

“I think I’ll stay,” Stephanie answered, “I don’t want to get in the middle of whatever this is.”

Bruce nodded and left to pack. He had a son to pick up.

____

Father had decided that the private jet would be faster than booking flights. He had asked Damian more questions, but they had yet to be answered.

With a twinge of guilt, Damian realized he knew so little about his younger brother and what had happened to him. Like he told his family, he had forgotten about Danyal. The younger twin hadn’t been important to him.

He wondered how Danyal was doing. He doubted he had forgotten about Damian. How could he? He had been exiled from Nanda Parbat. He probably thought of nothing but his family while the rest of the Al Ghuls had erased Danyal from their minds.

Not even mother mentioned him.

Damian felt his guilt deepen when he thought of Respawn. He had been so excited to find out he had a brother, not remembering he had a twin brother. How could he have forgotten Danyal?

Father’s phone rang.

“It’s Barbara,” he said and put it on speaker. The rest of his siblings crowded around father while Damian stayed where he was.

“Talk,” father said.

“Geez, hi to you, too, Bruce.”

“What have you found?”

“Not much, but what I have is interesting. I found out more about Danyal, also known as Daniel Jack Fenton. He’s the Fenton’s adopted son. They fostered him when he was eight and officially adopted him two years later. They have a bio-daughter named Jasmine Fenton. She’s older than Daniel. He’s a junior in high school. I’ll send you his picture.”

There was a ding. This time, Damian got up to see his brother for the first time in eight years. Everyone always mentioned how much Damian resembled his father. Danial was the spitting image of Bruce Wayne. While one could tell that he and Damian were related, Daniel was lighter-skinned than Damian. His eyes father’s eyes stared back at him on Daniel’s face. His blue-black hair was longer and shaggier than Damian’s. His smile was mischievous, almost as if he was keeping a secret, and was amused by said secret.

“He doesn’t have much of a social media footprint. He has an old Twitter account with pictures of stars, galaxies, and other space-related things. Danny also has a Doom account—an online video game. There’s an article from two years ago when he found that one of the last two purple-back gorillas was a female, effectively helping save the species.”

Damian continued studying his twin’s photo.

“Either than that, I can’t find anything else on him.”

“How about Amity Park,” Tim asked.

“There’s not much I can find. It’s frustrating. I’m running a program to hack the firewalls around the city. They’re under a media blackout, from what I can gather. I’ll let you know when I find out more.”

“Thank you, Barbara,” father said, “keep me updated on anything you can find.”

“Will do,” and then she hung up.

Damian sat back down. This time, Richard followed him.

“How are you feeling, Damian?”

Damian gritted his teeth, not wanting to talk. But this was Richard, Damian’s Batman.

“I can’t believe I forgot about him. I haven’t even had an errant thought about Danyal. Neither mother nor grandfather mentioned him in years.”

Damian was also a little fearful of how this would affect his and his father’s relationship. After everything in Lazarus Island with Nezha, Damian thought he and his father had a fresh start. This secret had the potential to destroy the relationship they had started rebuilding.

“I’m sorry, father; I truly forgot about him.”

His father grunted, staring at the picture of Danyal. It was times like these that Damian wished Pennyworth was still alive. His grandfather would know how to deal with this.

The plane was silent after that. Soon, they would land in Amity Park. For the first time in eight years, Damian would see his twin.

I don't know when my next update will be. Please be patient with me. Thank you for reading!

Dpxdc AU: Damian decides that it’s time to go collect his brother from his assignment. Danny is starting to sniff out some non-ghostly bullshit for once.

Damian knew his twin had been exiled from the age of seven, banished to travel and observe how scientists around the world engaged with Lazarus water. The only word that Damian received that his spare was still alive were the letters of lab reports and findings that were sent back to base. As the Heir, he’s pushed to be better lest he himself be exiled or simply executed. Danny becomes a fleeting thought and then once Damian arrived in Gotham, a none existent thought.

They weren’t raised to be friends or even friendly. The were not taught codependency or allotted time to bond. The could have been perfect strangers if not for their appearance and the stories of Danny’s shortcomings becoming Damian’s praise.

It’s only once Tim informs him of an intercepted letter, one sent and saved from years prior, that Damian recalls Danny enough to care. Tim prompts him to share more, especially given the coup recently committed by Deathstroke (Slade) and Talia gone into hiding with her zealots.

At family dinner that night Damian supplies: “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”

Chaos in the Batfam ensues- meanwhile across the country- Danny sneezes and finishes writing his yearly report: “No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached), No assistance required. -Spare”. He doesn’t know why he bothers, he hasn’t received any contact from his mother or grandfather since he was 10ish and certainly hasnt thought about his twin. But, if there’s a chance (even an itty bitty one) that his reports are being read and are holding off his reassignment, he’d rather keep assassins out of Amity Park.

Little does he know that this letter is about to be intercepted by Pru, former assassin and friend of Tim Drake. He hadn’t expected his twin to suddenly arrive and tell him that his job was done. And certainly, seeing a plane filled with an uncomfortable looking ‘family’ that requested he join them and get to know Gotham and his birth father, was not on his bingo list.

Danny does his best to let them down gently- and they seem to be accepting that he’s acclimated to this weird little town and will leave him be- when Danny suddenly has to transform into Phantom in front of them to handle a rocket sent by Skulker.

They are less willing to accept his appeal to be left alone after that… Damian is trying to “bond” with him and all the others are trying to “help” in their own way.

Sam and Tucker howl with laughter at Danny’s suddenly very large family- all while secretly working with the Wayne’s to get Danny the fuck away from the Fentons before the scientists do something they can’t undo.

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Fictober23 Prompt: 28 - "I may not get another chance to say this."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Plays into the Forgotten Twin AU setting. Basically for this: Danny was sent to the Fentons as a mission when he was seven and Damian forgot about it until someone found an old mission report from Danny. Their first meeting didn't go well… But Damian has his reasons wanting Danny to come to Gotham with him that are not all completely selfish. I tried to make this little scene sort of funny with a bit of angst in it.

"So…" Danny floated next to a giant Cujo while 'sitting' cross legged in the air doing his best to suppress the growing grin on his face. "Are you convinced yet?"

He heard an inaudible grumble and laughed doing a little air flip before 'laying' in the air and resting his head in his hands. "I didn't catch that Dami, can you repeat that?"

"Get him off me!"

"Who? Cujo?" The dog licked Danny across his entire head before laying down on and making himself comfortable on his twin brother who grunted and Danny chuckled. "Didn't you say handling a ghost animal won't be any different than handling an actual animals?"

His twin grunted once more but did not say anything else. Danny grinned as he looked away from Damian and Cujo towards the rest his twin hand brought with him to Amity, he hadn't bothered learning their names when Damian had introduced them the first, second, third and fourth time. All in an attempt to convince him, he was surprised that his biological father didn't appear before him as often as Damian did after he told them no.

Red helmet guy, Danny believed his civilian name was something with J, was currently getting chased around the Main Street by Johnny on his motorcycle and Shadow trying to trip the poor guy up. He had heard the guy curse and complain very loudly that he was not happy about his bullets not working.

Another guy in blue who's hero name was something with Wing but his nickname was Dick, a fun fact that funnily enough made his name the easiest to remember, was currently doing a bunch of flips dodging Skulker. He wasn't entirely sure but with the way Skulker was glaring he was pretty sure that the other ghost was now hunting the guy out of annoyance for real instead of just as a favor to Danny.

The third guy Damian had brought with him to Amity, who's hero name was also that of a dinner, was locked in a weird tech battle with Technus. Danny was pretty sure he had heard that guy yell something about upgrading Wayne Tech to the point that Technus would never be able to take control of it. Good luck with that, Danny thought, so far his parents' and with his own ectoplasm infused tech were the only ones that could resist that ghost's control.

"Danyal, this is ridiculous!" Looking toward Cujo again, Danny found that Damian had managed to dig his way out from under him.

"Well you're the one that bet that you could handle some 'silly' ghosts, to convince me to go to Gotham with you. That there wouldn't be a problem if I left Amity Park behind." Danny moved to float before his brother spread his arms out. "Do you see now that I can't just leave? That I have a responsibility here? That I have a perfectly good life here? You didn't care for years that I lived here and now suddenly out of the blue you keep pestering me to come with you to Gotham."

Danny heard something muffled but he hadn't been able to make out what exactly his twin had said. Instead of asking he slowly floated down until his feet touched the ground and then proceeded to sit with his knees drawn in so that his head could rest on them on the ground. His head was slightly tilted as he watched his twin blankly, the same way grandfather had him do when he had been way younger.

Danny knew this was a habit left over from the League, something Jazz wouldn't have been able to help him get rid off without Damian around.

Damian was obviously struggling, trying to push that giant ghost dog off him so he could have a proper talk with his twin, muttering how a 'ghost' dog could be this heavy or solid. Yet even if Damian was late, there were things he needed to explain. Things he needed Danny to know, things he had only learned after he had started living with father, after he had left the League for good. Even if he didn't deserve his twin's forgiveness, he finally could be the brother his twin deserved. Besides he had made a promise to his twin's sister on his second visit, when Jasmine had been the one to sit him down and talk when Danyal refused. She tried to figure out why Damian had appeared so obsessed about taking Danny with him to Gotham and in the end she had made him promise something for Danyals health.

"I may not get another chance to say this. With you pinned under Cujo and your siblings distracted by my rogues this might be my only chance for now. I was convinced I hated you yet was loyal to a default until Jazz thought me I actually didn't hate you but cared in a messed up way." Danny started watching how his twin stilled. "It took Jazz exactly one year to mostly undo the mindset the league trained into me, she shouldn't have to but she wanted to for her new little brother and took all the steps needed to ensure my mental well being when she was nine and I seven. After that year I was sorta lost. A limbo between wanting a normal life and the duty that had been trained into me towards you. I didn't know what to do and then Tucker picked up the slack, showing me what 'normal' was. Well after I sort of went feral on Dash during my first day in grade school."

Damian looked up at his twin who wasn't even looking at him but sported a far away look. Seeing but unseeing at the same time as he remembered a childhood he knew nothing about. "I kept sending reports, not out of duty but hoping to protect the live Jazz had offered me. When they stopped responding, I also stopped reporting and grew wary."

Laughing humorlessly Danny returned his gaze back on Damian. "At first I believed grandfather gave up on me. That he would send you to kill me. After all, I was just a disposable spare. But no one ever came."

"Me appearing after years must have been shocking." Damian admitted, by now he had given up trying to get that giant dog to move off him, less he embarrassed himself like his elder brothers were currently doing. "That was why you attacked without waiting to hear me out once we were in a secluded area during our first meeting."

"Can't blame me. I thought you were still with the League and brainwashed into the perfect hire grandfather wanted." Damian huffed at that causing Danny to chuckle lightheartedly.

"Valid reasoning." His twin agreed. The half ghost signaled to Cujo, the dog only tilting his head before licking his tongue over the entirety of Danny's head once more, not moving an inch off of Damian. "I would most likely have done the same if the roles had been reversed."

"I got a family here now, Damian and you got yours with our bio-Dad and all the siblings you have been trying to introduce to me." Danny voiced after a moment of silence between them. In that moment Cujo finally changed size and moved to cuddle up to his twin, giving Damian a chance to sit up on his own.

"Danyal."

"No Damian. I will not go with you to Gotham. You tried to show me that others could take care of Amity. But look at those you took with you? They don't even have the equipment needed to handle ghosts." Danny was looking over his shoulder watching Damian's brothers. "Amity Park is my responsibility, the same way Gotham is Batmans."

"It is a responsibility you shouldn't shoulder alone. Father has us in Gotham but who do you have?" Damian watched his twin from the corner of his eyes. "It would be better and safer for you to come with us."

"Damian, I can't just-"

"Jasmine has made me aware of the danger to your physical as well as mental health here the longer you stay. She has inquired with us to see if we could help you to start thinking more about your safety than the safety of everyone around you but yourself."

"Of course Jazz would. Look I can handle my parents and the GIW, it's not like-"

"She has stressed the fact that you have been returning injured more often. Injuries not caused by your ghost rogues." Damian cut him off. "You are a lot more like father than I am but there is one fact we both clearly have inherited from him in the same way?"

"Oh, really now?"

"We are both quite stubborn and won't give up easily." Damian smirked as he stood up and dusted off his pants. He took a couple steps forward towards his elder siblings before turning to look back at his twin. "I believe the bet was that if we could prove to you that other hero's could also handle these ghosts that you would reconsider your stance on coming to Gotham with us?"

"Wha-?"

"IT WORKED! He's in my mini computer! I trapped him in my mini computer!"

"HA! Not so fun getting chased by your own bike, is it?"

"Oh come on dude, this isn't that much of a tied situation. I just roped your own weapon around you. No need to be so headless."

Danny blinked slightly unbelieving, Johnny and Shadow where now the once getting chased around, Technus was apparently stuck in one single little computer and Skulker was tied up with one of his own weapons, aktual Skulker not the hulk of his mech suit.

"Danyal. I… We want to make it up to you. For all the years of mistreatment during our childhood as well as forgetting about your existence for nearly half a decade. All I am asking is to give father and me a chance. According to your sister, your foster parents as well as this GIW organization are posing a threat to you. My siblings are just as capable as father and I, so allow us to help your situation… please."

Once again Danny was blinking in disbelief, this time though he was blinking at his twin he hadn't seen in years, he had sort of resented at first but came to sort of love and miss him through Jazz's constant help and deprogrammed in his childhood.

"Wow… you must have swallowed a lot of your pride to say that." Danny couldn't help but mutter. None of his twin's behavior matched what he remembers from his childhood with the League but maybe it was better this way. What did Jazz tell him a couple days ago? To give it a fresh and new start? To at least listen to them?

"Danyal, if you speak one word of what I told you to any of them, I will kill you."

"And there is the Dami, I remember."

Damian clicked his tongue and Danny laughed as he finally stood up with Cujo in his arms to stand next to his twin.

[ktysh]

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demon johnny ready for a date night with his demon gf (fiancée) 🩷

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Think I finally worked out how they would even learn Nicky is a demon in my MnMoms au. It does still happen between seasons though because I think it’s so much funnier for Nicholas and Jodie to just think they’re human for way too long

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People seemed to like this and the idea did not really leave my brain since posting, so have some more :D

Damian could hear the loud argument that Grayson and Drake were having in the kitchen as he stood in front one of the many fireplaces of Wayne Manor, staring at the photos on the mantel.

There weren't any pictures of Martha and Thomas Wayne in the Manor, so this would probably one of the last moments he had the chance to commit his father's face to memory. Damian didn't let his focus waver from the picture, not even as the screaming match got louder.

Making out any of the words that were said wasn't possible anyway, not that he really needed to, he knew already what the shouting was about. The topic of this argument remains the same as the ones they had been having the whole week.

His father's death. Or, if one would believe Drakes insane sounding theory, his father's continued existence.

The loud slam of a door and the subsequent following scream that spoke of frustration broke his concentration for a second, but with a short shake of his head, Damian refocused on his father's face. This was way more important than his 'siblings' disagreement.

Even with his attention on the picture, he didn’t miss the opening of the door and the recognizable steps of Grayson, which came to a stop next to him. Damian knew that the other was studying him, but he couldn’t acknowledge his brother.

“Damian”

“Grayson”

Silence.

Then a sigh from his brother and a hand entered his field of view, grabbing the picture frame to place it face down on the mantel. So that would be it, the chance to commit his father's face to memory was over. It would have to suffice.

“You know that he is dead, right?”

“Of course I know, Grayson”

Another sigh left his brother, who turned Damian around to face him, hands placed on his shoulders and a serious expression on his face. “I know that we all would like for B to be alive, but he isn’t, and we have to remember that”

“I take it that Drake is still talking about father as if he were alive?”

Grayson lifted his hands from Damian's shoulders, rubbing his face. “Yes, but we won't talk about that” A third, even deeper sigh, then a mumbled “I should not have to talk about this”

Damian nodded in response. Yes, he should not have to talk about the dead, they have to be forgotten. He was very aware of that rule.

Even if he did not follow it as he was taught by his family. After all, he could never really forget him.

Suddenly, Grayson lowered his hands and the serious expression he had worn just a few moments earlier was replaced by a big grin. “Change of topic, did you have something to eat yet?”

“Not yet. I did not care to observe your argument with Drake, so I have not entered the kitchen this morning”

“Well, that is something that has to change immediately, follow me little brother. We will get you the best breakfast there is!” And with that he more or less skipped out of the room, not looking if Damian would follow him.

Which he would, but not before he looked back at the picture frame for a short moment, thinking to himself that maybe he could take the picture without anyone noticing. It wouldn’t be all too difficult for him, especially at night, when the other occupants of the manor were either on patrol or down in the cave. With a plan in mind, he followed his brother out of the room.

That evening, Damian moved to the penthouse in the city with his brother. He didn’t get the chance to take the picture with him.

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[tobicup]

Dcxdp

Just thinking of like a demon twins au where danny finds out damian is no longer under their grandfathers rule and goes to visit him in ghost form.

And damian is grieving all over again. Because thats his little brother, dead at his hands. Never able to grow up and live a full life. Just this weird mirror version of it. And now that damians embraced his fathers way of preserving life it feels even more of a waste and he mourns the experiences they could've had together. It felt like less of a blow when he was still in the league and surviving wasnt much of a life. Danyal was most likely happier at rest then there, but now? Now damian wishes they had more time.

Danny not realizing hes forgotten to tell his brother hes actually still alive. keeps saying that damian should come with him. See his home, meet his friends, Etc. Damian thinking danyal wants to drag him to the afterlife. Considers it even, because he owes him that much. Scared by his own thoughts and telling bruce or dick about it. And theyre both grief stricken and furious. Just this whole misunderstanding snowballing. Another son but one whos been lost before they could ever meet. One theyd never been able to know. Who never got the chance to be a child before his time was cut short. And everyone wanting to find a way to lay danny to rest without him stealing damian away too. Bruce desperate to meet this imprint of a son he never met but terrified of it taking away the son he still has.

Lol thinking of like 100 ways this could go.

Bruce calling in constantine. Danny feeling betrayed that they called someone to banish him? He thought damian would be happy to see him? Would accept him. Thought he could meet his father as well.

Or

Damian making him a grave and showing him that he can "rest" now like hed never been properly laid to rest with the league. Danny thinking its either a) a funny joke or b) finally realizes whats going on.

Or

damian offering to go with him as long as hes able to come back? He still wants to live his life and there are others in dcu who can go between realms (sorta i guess?) Danny being like yeah? No duh we'll come back xD damian being like??? When he sees amity lol.

[ofmistnmoons]

@fallesto cont from ask! You called for a certain lost lad! Well he’s comin!!))

Slayers..

So these, these were slayers? Demon. Slayers… their blood had not been stain by the boy with long raven locks dipped in a sea of silver cerulean. Who stood amongst them. No. His pray had actually been the demon who had come before. Whom he was set out to kill at his ancestors request. But these bodies, instead of leaving, had caught the young oni’s eye. Not for devouring, though there was a certain sweetness that came from their decay.. but for whatever reason, Kokushibo had instructed him not to partake. And the idea of it… actually unsettled the reflection, despite his nature as a demon. Meiko was suppose to just devour the weaker demon and leave. But…

He was much like his mentor. And instead, allowed the demon to duel him for his life. Though, the upper moon easily overpowered it, and devoured it before the maiden came upon him.

Though, the bodies were currently caught in the boys current. He had merely planned on inspection, to get a proper, close look. To try and figure out why seeing them made his head sting, and something deep inside him stir. But that was rudely interrupted by a palm coming into contact with his masked face. Sending him flying through a few trees and into the side of the mountain.

If he were human. Such a strike would be a death sentence.

But…

As the girl peers into the newly form cavern, a torrent of water rushes forward. To grab her by the neck as the child stepped back out into the light of the moon. The mask still mostly intact, but a single crack revealed a single, familiar yet foreign, eye transfixed on her form. A new opponent, it would seem. The characters of ‘upper’ engraved on the ethereal coloration.

“……………Annoying bitch…..”

[rin-may-1103]

The Disappointment.

This may or may not have multiple parts, depending on whether I feel like writing more. (dcxdp, demon twin au.) also based on some post I read a while ago... can't remember for the life of me who wrote it but if any of you guys do, let me know.

"This way," Mother hissed, snatching Danny's wrist tightly. Damian lagged behind, twisting his head this way and that, keeping an eye out for anyone following them.

"Quick now, we must hurry." She hissed again, her eyes darting back and forth, eyeing the small nicks and scratches she had left previously to lead them away.

Danny glanced back at his brother, watching as he scowled and defiantly lifted his head. His baby brother would die before he allowed anyone to see him defeated.

Glancing back to the path, Danny watched as Mother took down anyone who was in their way, killing without hesitation. As he watched another body hit the floor, Grandfather's muttered words from when he left dinner, ran through the back of his head, "Bring the disappointment to me after sundown. I've seen enough."

There was nowhere in the world they could hide that Grandfather wouldn't follow. They would be hunted for the rest of their short lives, hiding in fear like cowards. Grandfather would not rest until he drew blood.

"In here, Habibi, quiet now. Quickly, both of you." Mother finally let Danny's wrist go, darting across the hall to open the secret door. Danny moved to the side, signaling to Damian that he would keep watch. His brother nodded his head and quickly made his way over, ducking into the small, dark, and eerie corridor.

Mother crouched next to Damian, running her hands over his face like this would be the last time she would see it. knowing her, she probably expected it to be. No one went against their grandfather without severe consequences.

Glancing over his shoulder, Danny studied the shadows; there was a lookout patrol moving closer, which meant they only had a minute before they were discovered. Gritting his teeth, Danny darted across the hall, but instead of joining his mother and brother in the dark corridor, he pushed the wall back, leaving only the missing brick his mother had initially taken out.

"Danyal!" his mother hissed, her voice full of stern panic.

"Apologies Mother, but I can not let you do this," Danny replied, glancing to the side to see how much time he had left. Forty seconds. Crouching down, he picked up the brick and looked back at his mother. Damian stood next to her, his brows furrowed in confusion. Obviously, he hadn't figured out Danny's plan, otherwise he would have started shouting at him.

Mother stared at him for a second, her stern eyes wavering for the first time in Danny's life that he could remember. "Take care of him for me, keep him safe when I can not," Danny asked, grabbing the hood hanging around the back of his neck.

Mother's eyes teared up, but she straightened her back, her black hair framing her pretty face. "You've made up your mind then," she said, her voice low and steady. She rested her hand on Damian's shoulder, giving Danny a nod of understanding. "You are like your father, his love makes him weak."

"But," she continued, kneeling down in a bow, "You are of the demon's blood, it runs in your veins just like mine. Your actions will not be forgotten, nor will they be for nothing. You have my word, tifl alqamar. I love you, Habibi."

Danny nodded his head, unable to voice the thoughts clogging his throat. Instead, he took a silent breath, pulled his hood and mask into place, and shoved the final brick into place. Sealing off his precious family just in time to hear the guards around the corner.

Turning around, Danny silently stalked forward, drawing his shoulders back. The group rounded the corner and stopped, watching him in anticipation. Pitching his voice just slightly to the left and rolling his tongue, Danny spoke in a neutral voice, "take me to grandfather."

The two guards in front shared a look, but the ones in the back straightened up and moved aside. Marching forward, Danny passed the two hesitating guards and with a quick slice, brought them to their knees. He needed this to work, there was no room for mercy, no matter how much he hated it.

"I am the grandson of the demon head, you will respect me as you respect him. there will be no next time." Danny continued walking, pretending to not care if the two managed to follow or not. the remaining guards trailed behind him, silently observing him.

Danny was glad Mother had insisted on them matching today. otherwise, his plan would have failed long before he made it to his grandfather's door.

Stopping in front of the painted carved wood that was grandfather's door, Danny idly studied the carvings and statues around the grand hall. He remembered all the stories of how grandfather had collected them over his lifetime; grand stories of bloodshed and cunning manipulation.

His eyes settled on the one farthest away, with the least interesting story. It was considered ordinary, placed next to art worth billions. But it was Danny's favorite. It was a simple green crystal, carved like a crescent moon.

so simple, yet the most beautiful piece in Danny's opinion. He had always hoped he would die beneath the stars and his ever-faithful friend the moon. Maybe, instead of beneath them, he could die amongst them.

He would take it with him, he decided.

Turning sharply, Danny marched over to the small pedistal and plucked the crystal into his hand. Wrapping his fingers around it, he shoved it into a side pocket and returned back to his position.

They only had to wait for another minute before the door opened, grandfather's servants clearing a path for Danny to walk through.

"I see your mother did not drag you away," Grandfather mused, sitting in his large chair. His dark eyes studied Danny's form, taking in the katana on his back, and the hood and mask concealing his face. He was dressed like he would for a mission; no discernable features, no sign of who he was or wasn't. The perfect image of an assassin.

"at least you aren't a coward," Grandfather hummed, standing from his seat. He slowly pulled out his own katana, aiming it at Danny in a challenge. "no, just disappointing. but you are my blood and that earns you the right to die an honorable death. Draw your sword child, and fight like the warrior you are."

Danny bowed like he had been taught, then without another moment of hesitation, drew his sword and lunged.

He wished he could say it was a drawn-out battle of strength and minds, but it was not. for Danny was only ten years old, and his grandfather had hundreds of years of training and discipline behind him.

he gazed up at his grandfather as his knees hit the ground, his katana dropping to the ground as his hand reached up to the sword impaling his chest. Grandfather's eyes were filled with nothing but contempt, contempt for the useless boy he had just sentenced to death.

but his contempt did not bother Danny, no instead it drew a smile to his face. As much as Grandfather lorded his sharp mind over them, he had never been able to stop Danny from surprising him. So, with a burst of adrenaline, Danny allowed the small shuriken he hid in his sleeve to drop to his left hand and buried it deep into his grandfather's chest.

grandfather lunged back, pulling his katana with him, removing the only thing keeping Danny upright. Danny's body hit the ground, and with the last of his strength, he twisted his head so he could listen as his grandfather cried out in anger.

Grandfather's breath was heavy, the sound of him removing the dagger filling the silence. the shuriken was dropped to the ground with a sharp clatter, falling just a few feet from Danny's face.

"you," Grandfather huffed, "aren't such a disappointment after all. I'll grant you one last honor and keep you in the family tomb. Rest now, Damian, you have fought well."

Danny smiled, the cold feeling of blood loss crawling through his body, but not fast enough to block out the pressure of the moon crystal still in his pocket. He hoped Mother had gotten Damian out in time, and he hoped Damian could forgive him for what he had done.

[saltymarshmall0w]

Dp x Dc Demon twins AU

He couldn’t help the dreadful apprehension building in his gut as he approached the disaster titled “Fenton Works”. The magazine that started this all was in his lap, twisted and worn.

“Genius Child of Genius Woman Discovers Gorilla Male Actually A Female!” the cover read. 

The shock of seeing his twin brother’s face on the cover of a magazine with two adopted parents had taken Damian straight to his father, interrupting his work to shove the magazine in front of him. 

It took only four days after the debut of the magazine featuring the discovery for the Waynes to converge on Amity Park. 

It had to be a grab for their attention, of course. A magazine featuring the dead demon twin they missed the opportunity to ever meet.

Damian didn’t know what to expect from his long-dead twin. He mostly expected it to be a trick concocted by the league, having already met brainwashed clones of himself and his brother.

He hadn’t seen Danyal since he was eight years old and still naive to the league.

Damian was always the more skilled swordsman, the faster and stronger twin. The perfect soldier and heir. 

But Danyal was the “spare”, always a few seconds slower, strength giving out just a few seconds before Damian’s did. He questioned too many things and that eventually led to his death during a mission for the league. 

Of course, none of that mattered to Damian. As much as he liked being the older, better brother he much preferred having his twin by his side. Nights trading legends of the stars, whispered assurances and shared secrets. 

Just before he could ring the doorbell, the door swung open and his look-alike tumbled out of the house. 

“Yeah, I’ll be back by nine, mom!” Danyal yelled into the house, seemingly unaware of his guests as he tripped over his untied shoelace. He nearly bowled right into Damian, stopping just in time before hitting him. 

“Whoa! Sorry!” Danyal straightened, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else but snapped it closed at the appearance of his twin. 

Confusion, suspicion, and a whole myriad of expressions crossed his face, broadcasting his thoughts, before finally settling on— wonder.

“Dude, this is going to sound crazy, but you look, like, exactly like me.” 

That was how Damian found out his brother was an amnesiac.

And an idiot. 

They discovered Danyal’s identity as the town hero embarrassingly quickly, though his supposed parents didn’t notice when Phantom called them “Mo-Maddie!” 

As a civilian he was cowed by an unintelligent Jock, unknowingly stalked by a crazed conspiracy theorist, and dated one of the many “ghost hunters” that targeted Phantom. 

When Damian pointed all this out, Danny proudly let them know it was a “cover” to ensure no one would figure out his secret identity— the confident Phantom that got by on the bare bones of league instincts that remained and sheer dumb luck wasn’t the same as scaredy-cat Fenton.

His room was about as messy as Drake's, filled with the personality of a teenager untouched by the league. His friends and sister were filled with delusions of their best friend being a superhero with powers, rather than half-dead.

In a way, Damian was jealous Danyal could have such a normal life. He wasn’t weighed down by the death and pain he caused in the past. 

In other ways, Damian was grateful he wasn’t naive enough to think his own parents hunting him was “fine” or their attempts to comit war crimes on an interdimensional species “wasn’t a big deal”.

Perhaps his relapse in judgment could be forgiven. It had been six years since Damian saw his brother, in the chaos of bringing Danyal back to the manor and sending Jasmine off to an elite boarding school at her request, it wasn’t amiss that Damian had forgotten a few key details about his brother. 

Damian was always the more skilled swordsman, the faster and stronger twin. The perfect soldier and heir. 

But Danyal? 

He was an actor. He could lie, and charm and deceive better than any person Damian knew. Danyal played Mother, Grandfather and at times the entire league just to get his way. 

But he never lied to Damian before. 

At least, that was what Damian assumed, until an overcast Gotham day, where Danyal cornered Damian alone in the manor, eyes glowing an icey blue neither Phantom nor Fenton’s eyes ought to do. He wore a modern League of Assassins uniform, a familiar wakizashi blade formed from ice in his hand. 

“Grandfather wants you to quit this rebellion and come home.”

—

Other details to this idea I want but couldn’t work in

-Danny has a secret secret identity that’s a rogue that gets shit done

-Danny is lowkey annoyed Sam and Tucker were there for the whole portal incident, otherwise, he could have kept Phantom a secret. 

-Danny lived with the Fentons to steal their research and report back to Ra’s. 

-Also as a punishment for, like, questioning the league or something. 

-Danny resents Damian for being called the “spare” while Damian was the heir

-Ghost king stuff might be happening, but Danny has kept it on the DL so he could easily usurp Ra’s when he’s old enough

[fandoms-x-reader]

Dancing with Devils

Requested By: @midnightskyeneko

Word Count: 3,856

Summary: While everyone is gone, you put on some music to clean the House of Lamentation and the characters catch you dancing/singing. The Demon Brothers + The Dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon)

You rarely had the opportunity to have the House of Lamentation to yourself. Usually, at least one or more of the brothers were there, desperately trying to gain your attention. 

Today, though, everyone had plans. Lucifer had something to take care of at RAD and was the first to leave this morning.

Mammon had a photo shoot and you vaguely recalled him sprinting out of the house this morning, shouting something about oversleeping.

Levi was going to a fan convention today and left the house stocked up with anything and everything he could think of to bring.

Satan had been asked to speak at a highly esteemed book club. He even practiced what he was going to say there on you to make sure it sounded educated.

Asmo had planned a long day at the spa. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. He was planning on doing it all and you were sure you wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.

There was a big Fangol game coming up so Beel wanted to hit the gym and get some extra training in to make sure he was in perfect shape for it.

Unfortunately for Belphie, Beel had begged him to go with him to the gym. He needed a spotter and as much as Belphie wanted to sleep, he couldn’t say no when his twin asked him so desperately.

So it was a quiet day in the House of Lamentation for you. And as much as you wanted to take the day and do whatever you wanted, you had some chores to get done first.

The more you looked around the house though, the more you saw how neglected it was. Dust coating bookshelves, crumbs on the table from meals, the brothers’ clothes strewn about. Barbatos would be livid.

You remembered one time when Barbatos came over and found a rat in the House of Lamentation. He was so furious that day and the threats he made sent a shiver down your spine. He swore if he ever found one again he would burn down the house.

You quickly moved to your room and grabbed the speaker that Levi had gifted you. You turned on some music and decided that you would spend the day cleaning. The house gravely needed it. 

At first, the music was mere background noise to keep you motivated to continue the task at hand. But, the more cleaning you got done, the more you had fun with the music.

Eventually, you started singing and dancing to the music. You were shameless in your performance as you cleaned because you knew the house was empty.

Lucifer had come home from RAD with his arms full of paperwork. He had a lot to do and intended to start on it as soon as he got back to the House of Lamentation.

But, the second he stepped inside the house, he was distracted by your figure bounding around the living room while you sang and danced to the music that was playing.

Lucifer was taken aback at first, but soon a smile was breaking out across his lips as he watched you. You looked so happy.

At some point, Lucifer had set down his paperwork in favor of paying you all of his attention. He could catch up later.

You finished dusting off the last bookshelf in the living room just as the song had ended and you let out a gasp as you heard someone clapping behind you.

A deep blush coated your cheeks as you came face to face with Lucifer who was smirking at you.

“That was quite the performance,” Lucifer stated, taking a few steps closer to you. A slow song had started playing on the speaker now, but your music was long forgotten - replaced by your embarrassment.

Lucifer stopped in front of you and held his hand out toward you. You looked up at him in surprise before placing your hand in his.

Lucifer pulled you close to him, his hand resting on your back as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

He smiled down at you as the two of you began waltzing around the room and you let out a small chuckle as he spun you around before bringing you back into his arms.

You laid your head on his chest as the song began to come to a close and Lucifer’s arms only tightened around you.

“My brothers can finish cleaning,” Lucifer stated, not ready to let you go. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with you and you knew how Lucifer was when it came to something he wanted. He was hardly ever defied. 

By the time Mammon had gotten back to the House of Lamentation, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to see his human.

It didn’t matter if he had been dragged through the nine circles of Hell, you always found a way to make him feel better and more energized.

But he was not expecting to find you in the way he did when he entered the dorm. 

You had no idea he was there, singing and dancing to your heart’s content. And Mammon was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

The music covered up any noises that he did make, allowing him to remain a secret bystander.

You were doing the most ridiculous dance moves and Mammon was loving every second of it.

You turned around to face a new direction when you and Mammon suddenly made eye contact. You immediately froze in your spot, your eyes wide and blushing furiously as Mammon finally let out the laughter he had been containing.

Well - there was no going back from this now. He had already seen your dance moves and he was going to tease you no matter what you did. So, you might as well finish enjoying the moment.

You motioned for Mammon to join you and now he was the one blushing. He refused at first until you gently grabbed his hands, pulling him into the middle of the room.

Mammon avoided your gaze as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. He took another moment to contemplate his decision before breaking out into his own set of dance moves.

They were equally as ridiculous as yours were and it instantly made you forget about your embarrassment as you both broke into loud laughter, continuing to dance with each other.

Lucifer came home during your and Mammon’s concert performance and was torn between laughing at the scene and questioning why that was his brother.

Levi had spent a lot of time at the convention, so he was expecting everyone to be home when he got back.

Imagine his surprise when instead of being met with his brothers, he was met with the sound of music playing loudly somewhere in the House of Lamentation.

Normally, the first thing Levi wanted to do when he got home was go straight to his room. But unfortunately for him, his curiosity was too strong and he found himself wandering towards the noise.

That’s when he found you singing and twirling as you cleaned the house. Levi let out a small gasp as he was torn between covering his eyes and watching you.

He felt like this was something that wasn’t meant for his eyes but he also couldn’t look away.

When you finally noticed his presence, you weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or if he was as you both began blushing.

You were stuck in a stalemate trying to figure out who would be the first to move when suddenly a song from one of Levi’s favorite animes came on.

You could see the excitement in his eyes when the music came on and you encouraged him to dance with you.

He couldn’t - it would be way too embarrassing. But, then again, there was no one else home and he had already seen you dance. If you decided to say something to one of his brothers, he could turn it around on you.

You had somehow managed to convince him to dance with you and Levi had stolen the show. 

Never doubt an otaku’s dancing skills.

Satan came home in a good mood. His speech at the book club had gone very well and the first thing he wanted to do when he came home was to come find you and thank you for your help.

If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been as confident going into that meeting.

He heard music coming from the library and immediately went to the room to find you prancing around as you picked up miscellaneous books and placed them in their rightful place on the shelf. 

You held a duster in your hand so you could dust off the shelves as well and you sometimes used it as a microphone, to which Satan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Normally, a library was meant to be a quiet place, but Satan was grateful that today was an exception.

You climbed a small ladder to reach the top of one of the shelves, your hips swaying to the music and Satan couldn’t help but stare at you with admiration.

As the song came to an end, you felt a presence to your left and slowly turned to look. 

Seeing Satan standing there made you jump and lose your grip on the ladder. You braced for impact but you were only met with Satan’s arms as he caught you.

He gently set you down on the ground and you avoided his gaze as your cheeks were bright red. Not only had Satan caught you singing and dancing, but you also just fell in front of him. Your embarrassment was at its peak right now.

Noticing your discomfort, Satan gently grabbed your hand before spinning you around. You bit back a smile as you came back around to face Satan who was watching you with excited eyes.

The two of you fell into an easy dance and you soon forgot about your embarrassment from being caught dancing. 

After the dance, Satan led you to the couch in the library and pulled you into his lap, pulling out a book. 

As much as he loved watching you move around, now he just wants to hold you in his arms. 

He hoped you couldn’t hear how loud his heart was beating while you were sitting on his lap.

Asmodeus had come home feeling very relaxed after his trip to the spa. He only wished that you had been there with him.

When he got home and saw you dancing and singing, Asmo immediately started smiling.

He would be the quickest out of everyone to join you in your performance. 

He came up behind you and gently wrapped his arms around you, making you tense up slightly until you realized who it was.

“Oh - I didn’t realize you were home,” you admitted a bit sheepishly, slightly embarrassed as Asmo pulled out of the hug.

Asmo smiled as he took your hand and began dancing with you around the room. He tried to show you some dance moves from the Devildom while you showed him some from the human world.

You were both enjoying the closeness of the encounter and Asmo never made you feel embarrassed for dancing in front of him.

He also noticed how spotless the House of Lamentation looked and as the two of you began to wind down, he immediately suggested giving you your own personal spa day for all your hard work.

He spent the rest of the night pampering you and making sure to pay extra attention to your hands and feet since you had been cleaning for so long. 

Asmo can’t help the smile that rests on his face as he thinks about the two of you dancing together in perfect rhythm. Like the two of you were made for each other!

Next time though, he’ll suggest the two of you try a dance you didn’t get to do  - the horizontal tango.

Beel had just finished his long training session and he was starving. 

There was only one thing on his mind when he got home - food.

He immediately went to the kitchen to most likely eat everything inside of it. But he stopped when he saw you there.

He watched as you moved around as if you didn’t have a care in the world, and he couldn’t help but enjoy seeing this side of you. 

The thought of food had temporarily escaped Beel’s mind as he felt entranced by you.

But even though his mind wasn’t focused on his current problem, his body didn’t forget the pain it was in. 

A loud growl suddenly erupted from his stomach and you let out a small, startled shout as you turned to face the source of the noise.

You had a hand on your heart as you and Beel made eye contact and he looked down at the floor abashedly knowing he had been caught staring.

“You don’t have to stop,” Beel told you, silently hoping that you would continue. He was enjoying watching you dance around like you were having the time of your life.

You gave Beel a small smile, knowing that he would never judge you or make fun of you. 

You pulled a snack out of the fridge and handed it to Beel before continuing what you were doing.

Beel happily ate his food as he enjoyed the performance, occasionally offering you his hand to twirl you around before returning to his snack.

Once he was done eating, he offered to help you clean the kitchen and you noticed him moving the slightest bit to the music as he did so.

As soon as the kitchen was clean, Beel wanted to spend more time with you doing other things.

Belphie had gone to the gym with Beel out of twin obligation. But, it didn’t take long for Belphie to get tired and want to go home. 

He really did his best to try and help Beel with his workout. But - surely at this point his brother wouldn’t notice if he slipped out of the gym and went home right?

Belphie decided it would be worth the risk and managed to complete his plan. He immediately went home, hoping you would be there so that he could take you to the attic for a nap.

To his surprise, you were already in the attic when he got home, but you were far from ready for a nap. You were bustling with energy as you moved around the room singing and dancing.

You didn’t notice that Belphie had entered the room and you didn’t notice that he had made his way to the bed in the attic, his eyes glued to you the entire time.

Belphie didn’t want to ruin the show, so he simply laid down, thinking this would be a good view to fall asleep to. It would definitely give him good dreams.

Except he couldn’t bring himself to actually fall asleep. He was too enticed by you to close his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of your dancing and singing.

You let out a small shout when you turned around and saw Belphie lying on the bed, lazily smiling at you.

You immediately paused the music as your cheeks began to turn red.

“Belphie…I didn’t know you were back,” you told him, shuffling awkwardly next to the bed.

“You’re a good dancer,” Belphie replied with a small smirk, only adding to your embarrassment.

He pulled you into the bed with him and immediately laid on top of you before asking, “Do you have any other moves you want to show me?”

You had decided Belphie was determined to try and kill you…again.

Diavolo had come to the House of Lamentation in search of Lucifer. He had knocked politely on the front door, but when no one came to answer it, he got a bit worried.

He heard music playing from inside the house and decided to enter. Lucifer wouldn’t mind if he entered the house if no one had greeted him.

And, if something had happened then it was his responsibility as the future demon king to try and help.

His worries were immediately dispelled though when he saw you dancing around the house as you joyfully cleaned.

A large smile spread across Diavolo’s lips as he watched you, completely entertained by you.

He wondered how a human managed to gain such a strong hold over his heart.

When you noticed Diavolo standing there, you were immediately blushing. You had just embarrassed yourself in front of royalty.

“Diavolo - sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you stated, turning the music down just a bit.

“Apologies - I didn’t mean to intrude. No one answered the door and I was worried,” Diavolo replied.

“Oh, I must not have heard it. Everyone else is gone right now,” you responded and an idea lit up Diavolo’s eyes.

He graciously took your hand in his and pulled you to him. “If no one else is here, then we’ll just have to have some fun of our own,” he told you with a charming smile before moving around the room with you.

Once the initial shock had passed, you found it easy to dance with Diavolo and the moment had turned into an intimate one as you locked eyes with each other.

But then Lucifer came home and interrupted, confused as to what was happening. Did he have a meeting with Lord Diavolo that he somehow missed?

Diavolo was disappointed that the moment was ruined, but he was determined to dance with you again.

Don’t ask questions when he throws an impromptu ball a few days later.

Barbatos had been sent to the House of Lamentation on Diavolo’s orders. 

To be honest, since that incident with the rat, Barbatos dreaded coming to the house. But he would never refuse his Lord’s request. 

He could tell something was different immediately upon entry to the house. He couldn’t see any dirt or anything that had been misplaced. And it smelled strangely good. Not like food but something else.

Barbatos followed the sound of the music that he heard and all of his questions had been answered when he saw you doing a mix of cleaning and dancing.

Part of him was a bit angry that you were doing all of the cleaning yourself. Couldn’t the brothers at least be bothered to help? Most of it was their mess after all.

You let out a small gasp as Barbatos made his presence known. His intention wasn’t to embarrass you but rather to help you clean. He is the best at it and he couldn’t stand the idea of you doing everything on your own. 

You were grateful for the help and the fact that he hadn’t mentioned the dancing. 

Even though he didn’t bring it up, Barbatos was replaying your moves in his head. He couldn’t help but cherish the memory as he was the only one there to witness it.

He does attempt to get you to dance and sing some more while he’s there. So he takes the first step by gently moving to the music while he cleans.

You didn’t understand how he could look so perfect doing both tasks at once.

When the two of you made eye contact, you understood the want behind Barbatos’ eyes and soon you joined in with him.

This would be your guys’ little secret.   

Simeon was graceful in everything he did. Maybe it was a perk of being an angel - or maybe it was because Simeon was just that perfect.

Either way, one of those things he was graceful at was dancing. Though he didn’t do it too often. Mostly because he rarely had the opportunity to do so.

Simeon had come by the House of Lamentation to ask you a question, and he was so glad that he chose this exact moment to come by.

He watched you with pure love and admiration as you danced around the house. He wondered if you knew how graceful you looked.

Simeon wasn’t afraid to join you and gently grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed as Simeon carefully took you into his arms and started dancing around the room with you.

He noted the way you moved with him and hoped that he would never have to find a different dance partner.

You had a small blush on your cheeks but allowed Simeon to lead you in the dance.

Your chores were long forgotten about as Simeon looked into your eyes, pink dusting his cheeks as well at your closeness.

If he could have you in his arms forever, he would never want anything else.

Simeon had a small frown on his lips as you both heard the front door open signifying at least one of the brothers had come home.

He let out a small gasp as you took his hand and led him to your room. You needed to spend at least a little more time with the angel before you said your goodbyes for the night.

Solomon was a very good dancer.

He had been alive long enough to know almost every kind of dance that had been created - save for the new dances that you showed him on TikTok.

Solomon is one who actually enjoys dancing so when he came to the House of Lamentation and saw you dancing about, he was very pleased.

He wanted to join in, but he also wanted to stand back and watch. It was a mix of wanting to simply admire you and wanting to dance with you.

He didn’t have much of a choice though, because you almost immediately noticed Solomon’s presence and you stopped dancing as soon as you did.

Solomon found the flustered look on your face completely adorable and he instantly moved to your side.

“Was that one of your ‘TikTok’ dances?” Solomon asked and you nodded slightly, your blush deepening. 

“Let me show you one of my dances,” Solomon offered with a smile as he suddenly pulled you into a dance.

You let out a small gasp as you flew into his arms and he seamlessly guided you around the room. You had no idea what dance you were doing, but somehow you were doing it. 

You saw the grin that Solomon was wearing while he danced with you and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

When you finished dancing, Solomon asked if he could take you out. And as much as you wanted to go, you had to finish cleaning before the brothers got back.

Solomon doesn’t find that to be a problem though because with a snap of his fingers, everything was magically clean. Now you could go!

As you left with Solomon you made a mental note to ask him to do that trick again for you next time, instead of you spending your entire day cleaning.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 4/?

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Damian crossed his arms. A part of him wanted to be angry at Danyal. How dare he lie to them? They wanted to ensure he was fine, and here he was, not telling them the whole truth.

Then, the guilt set in.

Damian wouldn’t have to have asked if he had checked up on his brother if he had remembered he had a brother. Why was he so angry? They were strangers to Danyal. Of course, he would keep his secrets close to his chest. He had lied to the League, knowing that it could result in his death. Lying to the famous ‘no killing allowed’ Batman must’ve been easier.

Danyal sat in midair, his legs crossed.

It was difficult to see Danyal as, was he a ghost? Was his brother dead?

“How did you gain powers,” Richard asked, “Neither Talia nor Bruce have the metagene.”

Danyal shrugged but didn’t answer.

“Listen, I appreciate that you guys care enough to come and visit me, even if it is years later,” he mumbled the last part. It still made the family flinch, “But I don’t owe you guys anything. I don’t have to explain the ifs, whys, and buts. Just because you guys feel guilty, you can’t just uproot my whole life and claim to care and want to take me away from the only loving family I have ever known.”

“I’m not in any danger here—”

“You’re a child hero without adult supervision,” Bruce said.

“—And I have everything under control.”

“You shouldn’t have to have everything under control, Danny. I understand the need to help, but you’re young. You deserve to have some help.”

“What makes you think I don’t have help?”

“Really, do your parents know you’re Phantom?”

Danyal said nothing.

“We want to help, Danyal,” Damian said.

A look of anger marred Danyal’s face.

“Help? Like when you said you would help me train, shoved a sword through my shoulder, and then pushed me from a tower?”

Damian flinched and ignored Tim’s judgmental look.

“That was wrong of me. I apologize for everything I’ve done to you.”

Danny was about to say something before stopping. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this wasn’t a trap and didn’t want to give Damian a reason to take him back. So far, it looked like the League was no longer involved, but Batman and his…children were an unknown factor. If he could convince them to leave…

“Daniel James Fenton, you are in big trouble, young man!”

Uh-oh. Irate older sister alert.

Every member of the Batfamily was surprised that an angry teenage red-haired girl had snuck up on them.

She was carrying a green and white baseball bat, and her eyes seemed to glow.

Duke noticed she had a weird aura around her, too. It wasn’t as strong as Danny’s, but still there.

“Who are you people? Why is a group of mostly adults meeting my younger brother in the middle of the night in a desolate park?”

The girl looked at everyone at them and gave a double take when she spotted Damian. She turned to Danny.

“Why are they here,” she asked loudly.

“Jazz, this is Bruce and Damian Wayne. They are my biological father and twin brother. Oh, and everyone else is Bruce’s adopted kids, I guess.”

Wow, he had Damian’s introduction skills.

She turned around and crossed her arms. The bat was still in her hands.

“I’ll ask again: why are you here?”

“I just found out about Danny and wanted to meet him?”

Jazz walked up to Bruce and, without hesitation, poked Bruce’s chest with the baseball bat.

“Oh, and you couldn’t have waited until morning and talked to our parents first? You just had to lure my baby brother away from the safety of his home and basically ambush him?”

“Jazz,” Danny whined, embarrassed.

“I’m just saying it how I see it, little brother.”

“There were some outside circumstances that would’ve made meeting,” Jazz interrupted Bruce by banging the end of the baseball bat on the floor. It left a crater.

“I don’t care about you’re ‘outside circumstances.’ Most of you are adults, and you have a minor with you at night without his legal guardian’s knowledge. If you want to talk to Danny, meet our parents first and set up a meeting like a normal person.”

“Jazz, you don’t understand who they are—”

“I don’t care if they’re the president. Rules exist for a reason. Now come, Danny, we’re going home. Tucker and Sam are worried.”

Danny detransformed and followed Jazz. The last thing he heard was the butler say, “I like her.”

He sighed. It was going to be a long ride back home.

____

Tim had yet to learn what happened.

One minute, he was introduced to the Demon Brat’s twin brother (who seemed more mellow than Damian). The next, they had been attacked by some creature that Danny beat in under ten seconds.

He knew Danny had been lying when he opened his mouth, and Cass had confirmed it. He hadn’t had time to interrogate the kid, though, before an angry red-hair, who reminded him a bit of Barbara, showed up and chewed Bruce out while holding nothing more than a baseball bat.

“Well, that was…interesting,” Duke said.

“I like her,” Jason said, “She stood up to Bruce.”

Bruce glared at Jason. It wasn’t often he got chewed out, and it had never been from a teenage girl. He didn’t like it.

“So, next course of action,” Tim asked.

“Tt, obviously we get Danyal out of this…situation. He shouldn’t have to deal with all of this alone.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby bat.”

“Why not?”

“Danny seems to be attached to his adoptive family. He’s suffered a lot in the League. Don’t you think we should consider his feelings?”

The brat thought about it before deflating a little but said nothing.

“So, I repeat: what now?”

Bruce said nothing, not sure what to do.

Suddenly, the smell of earl grey tea was heavy in the air, and he felt the phantom hand of his late surrogate father.

He took a deep breath and said, “It’s time to meet the Fenton.”

[theminecraftbee]

it's fun because the things that appeal to me most about the three canonical evil clones/twins of hermitcraft are similar, but they're all different.

evil x appeals to me because he is very much Just Some Guy, for all that he's an evil force of nature; when he's sympathetic, it's because he's Just Some Guy who's been shackled to the terrible fate of being "evil", but when he's a villain (like in season eight!), the things that make him villainous also aren't the supernatural aesthetics, but the ways he is also the evil of being just some guy. for all the lightning and thunder and echo of xisuma's appearance, he isn't anyone special. (xisuma is.)

helsknight appeals to me for almost the opposite reason: this isn't just some guy, this is you, explicitly, a demon that possessed your clone and possesses all the things that are bad about you, magnified. he's a mirror, inherently, in his very creation. in the stories where he's a threat, he's menacing because he's a mirror of someone we should like; in the stories where he's sympathetic, we must confront how much of ourselves are also mirrors. (what happens if you don't like what you see in those mirrors, anyway?)

empires!false is somewhere in-between; she's not a mirror but she is the result. she's learning something you'd rather have forgotten about your past, and at her most sympathetic, we feel for the way she's been cast aside so false can 'fix her', the things done to her memory. at her least sympathetic, though, she's reflecting these pains onto others; violence begets violence, and even with it missing, the past begets her. there's no looking at empires!false without seeing the echoes of what false did to her. (there's no looking at false without it either.)

............then they also all appeal to me by being ridiculous failguys but like if you want to be DRAMATIC ABOUT IT, the ways they appeal to me are like the above,

[opiopal]

random mc stuff that I dont want to be their own post so HERE WE GO.(a lot if not most of theses are cracked out lmao)

imagine an Mc who noticed certain dirty things in the HOL and REALLY wanted to something about it but couldn't cause they were still a stranger. so once all the pacts are made Mc immediately goes around the HOL and attacks all the spots that bug them.. and isn't afraid to vocalize their complaints. "lucifer, when was the last time you guys washed these curtains?? you know what, don't answer that, I can already tell that the last time these were washed I hadn't even been born yet." "who is in charge of sweeping?? there is so much dirt under these rugs!! common guys, seriously???" "Mammon, Levi, twins.. I love you guys SO much.. this is commmon knowledge at this point... but cleaning your pillow cases is NOT enough you NEED to also wash the pillow itself. you guys are gross. gather up your pillows we're doing a soak." "beel. come here and lift me up. I'm dusting the chandelier." "Lucifer, I do not CARE if you're working right now your shelves are littered with dust. either ignore me or go take a break because I'm not leaving."

once during breakfast the brothers could hear cerberus growling and grumbling in the basement, it was annoying but they were trying to ignore it until they realized Mc wasn't at the table.... which of course once it was pointed out they all rushed to the basement.. only to find cerberus laying on its back and Mc sitting above it and quickly rubbing and scratching under each heads chins while going "good boys!!!! good puppy!!!!" and cerberus very happily whining and grumbling with their tail thumping on the ground. when they manage to get Mc away from the silly, the only explanation mc gives it "there is a massive three headed dog that lives in the basement and is feared by 6 out of the 7 men who live here, how could I NOT pet them??? clearly no one but lucifer does!!"

imagine an Mc who is a selective mute, and normally communicates through ASL and notes. the first time they talk is after knowing the brothers for a GOOD amount of time, and its not a sweet wholesome moment no no. Mc comes home with Lucifer after they finished running errands, and the HOL had been: flooded by levi summoning lotan, the living room had been torn up by satan, the kitchen was in pieces because beel got hangry, asmo had joined in on the chaos after his bedroom got damaged as well, mammon was struggling to keep everyone together, and belphie was sleeping on a chandelier. of couse it dies down the moment they all see lucifer and mc got home, and before lucifer could say anything Mc threw their ars up and went "guys what the FUCK we've hardly been gone for an hour!!" of course all the chaos is forgotten for a second and replaced by multiple "YOUCANTALK?!"s, which then shock and amazement turned to shame as they realize the first time they were graced by Mc's voice was because they were being idiots and Mc was upset at them.

imagine an Mc who isn't really used to people caring all that much about them, and finds it very odd that the brothers+other characters care so much. so once their birthday comes around its turned into a birthday WEEK because Mc is being gifted things and being taken out everyday until their actual birthday, which BAFFLES them, so when their birthday comes its a huge event, Dia hosts the party at his castle, there are so many presents you'd think it would be for a family of 18 on christmas day. and when Mc is sat infront of their cake they can't help but suddenly start crying, while everyone is panicking the only thing Mc can say is "I-*hic*- love you guys so much!!" once they realized it was happy tears there was much less panic, and it was forgotten about for the rest of the evening.

You guys remember my post about pacts marks and Mc feeling a demons sin really strongly after making a pact with them??? well this relates to that. imagine if mc feels something strongly that sin kind of takes over for a while until mc is satisfied (asmo enjoyers do what you want with that info), so imagine: theres just a day were Mc doesn't get the chance to eat, first they slept in and just had to rush to RAD, then they had to skip lunch because they agreed to help a few clubs with advertising and projects, then they had to stay after for a student council meeting, then, just as they think they can maybe grab a snack they get held up again, by the time everyone is going home all the brothers can sense Mc's aggression, half way to the HOL lucifer says that they should just go eat at hells kitchen. so they're all seated, and the second Mc's food gets out they dont even bother with utensils, they just grab their food with their bare hands and eat like they're a starved dog. of course the brothers are concerned as to why they're acting like this, and mammon reaches to put a hand on Mc's shoulder as he says "hey- are you ok-" but he cant even finish talking before Mc jerks their head and nearly takes a few of his fingers off, though they dont bite him cause he moves away fast enough with a "EEP" and Mc's teeth loudly click together. so from then on the brothers make sure that Mc is able to eat something throughout the day if their schedule is packed to reduce the risk of losing fingers. honorable mention is Mc getting praised to much one day that the amount of pride they feel almost puts lucifer into a coma.(satan and belphie sometimes praise Mc a bunch to distract lucifer while he's working, another cheeky win for the anti lucifer league)

imagine an Mc who gets so over protective of the brothers, like CRAZY protective. there is a point were they hear someone talking SHIT about their found family trope, so ofc the reasonable reaction is to tackle the demon down to the ground and almost bite their ear off like some sort of rabid raccoon. another time Mc squares up with some sort of magical mythical beast in protection of the brothers, almost won and would have if the brothers didn't stop them.

imagine an Mc who is very introverted and is secretly a fanfic writer, so one day levi and Mc are hanging out, he's just rambling about whatever, until he eventually mentions that a fic he was reading hasn't gotten updated in a while and ist just so frustrating to him. when Mc asks which fic he was reading, he pull it up and shows them... which Mc realizes thats THEIR fic... and outloud without thinking they mumble "oohh I forgot about that one..." and levi freaks out and immediately is questioning what they mean by that. which they eventually have to admit it.

Imagine a little kid Mc, I mean like, LITTLE, as in like 7-8 yr. and they are just such a sweeite, and they work so hard. but I can also imagine that when they're first sent there and the introductions are happening, when lucifer introduces himself Mc immediately interupts and goes "lucifer?? like the cat from Cinderella?:0" and then ofc when mammon is assigned to take care of the child he is a lot nicer at first, I wouldn't be surprised if having Mc around reminded him of his younger siblings when they were that small,(yes I am a believer of the brothers being at least little kids at some point in their angel lives) but then eventually gets Mc to go along with a few schemes, which they both have fun cause really it just turns into bonding. then ofc asmo adores this little creature and has little dress up parties and helps Mc get ready for school in the morning so they always look their best!! lucifer gave him permission for this since he agrees that Mc should look put together despite being a child. I still think it takes a while for the brothers to warm up fully to Mc, but it goes by a lot faster since mc quickly becomes their new little sibling. I think it would be cute if what won over lucifer is Mc coming into his office at some point, saying that they have something for him, and gives him a drawing, lucifer ends up scooping them up to sit with him and they explain what they drew, and its mc and all the brothers:( that drawing is almost immediately framed and put up where everyone can see it.

thats all for now, but I have a LOT of Mc what if's and imagines, my fingers hurt from typing now lol.

[svsssbrainworms]

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shen twins

• second-hand alibis

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be? "Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.] or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

• Wherever You Go, I Will Follow (The Scum Villain Early Intervention System)

Something goes a little sideways and Shen Yuan accidentally transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way as a shitty, System-generated self-insert OC. At first, his goals are simple: survive, discover the world, and maybe even become a cultivator! It all seems to be working out alright. That is, until he discovers that there is more to his new identity than he previously thought: Shen Yuan has a twin, and it's none other than the future scum villain, Shen Qingqiu! As such, their fates have been inevitably linked together. The world is a dark place. Will they be able to make it through?

canon divergence 🦋 / time travel 🕰

🦋 • the pale morning sings of forgotten things

Mu Qingfang offers him a small bronze mirror. Shen Qingqiu takes it—evidently there’s no more putting this off. He looks into the mirror. A teenager, his hair and robes askew, his face streaked with blood, stares dully back at him. Ah, he realizes. Beneath the blood, half of it smeared across his face as though he had started to wipe it away at one point, he looks to be in his middling-to-late teens. Probably around seventeen or maybe eighteen— Pain stabs deep in his chest. That’s how old Luo Binghe is.Was. or: at the edge of the Abyss, Shen Qingqiu has a qi deviation. When he wakes, he finds he has lost far more than he can bear--or than he realizes.

🦋 • fuel the embers with the flames of your soul

Trapped in Huan Hua’s Water Prison, Shen Yuan’s illness from his previous life relapses.

🦋 • Sung From the Ashes

Things go decidedly worse in the water prison as everyone underestimates just how much Lao Gongzhu hates Shen Qingqiu. Now Shen Yuan has to figure out how to live in the aftermath of his experiences while Luo Binghe finds more and more ways to self-destruct. They'll meet in the middle someday if Gongyi Xiao has anything to say on the matter.

🦋 • Inappropriate Use May Result in Strange Side Effects 

In PIDW, there was a certain legendary cup which when used to make tea with even a single thread of another’s hair or a drop of their blood switches bodies with the person who drank it. It turns out… if you don’t use it appropriately it’ll either not work at all because it has no target, or will swap you with your soul mate. Too bad Luo Binghe had no idea about that. He was just going to drink tea and somehow he found himself in Shen Qingqiu’s body, staring at his own sword mound. Oh and what the absolute hell is the ringing in his ear?

🦋 • Separate Ways 

There are plenty of skills one can pick up in the Endless Abyss if curious or just desperate enough. The shape changing had been explained as being able to look like other people. This isn’t what happens when Luo Binghe tries it. What happens is that he’s transformed into a tiny dog with masses of curly black fur. When he catches his reflection while transformed, his first thought is, Shizun would definitely want to pet me. (Or, the one where Luo Binghe can turn into a dog, infiltrates Qing Jing, and seeks Shizun's affections through fluffy subterfuge)

🦋 • Dreaming of Gardens in the Desert Sand 

Huan Hua Palace master Luo Binghe never thought there'd be any reason to worry about the master that threw him away all those years ago. Surely, he was safe and cared for by the martial siblings he'd so thoroughly enamored. Luo Binghe was wrong. (Or, the one where the Jinlan City event doesn't happen and Luo Binghe's plan to slowly show he can be a righteous cultivator actually goes as he expected, with consequences he did not)

🕰 • Metagaming

[Self-Saving System Activated! You will be now returned to your original starting position.] Shen Qingqiu dies and gets a second chance and decides to try a different approach.

🦋 • Shen Yuan's Forced Shen Qingqiu Redemption Arc

The System's OOC function won't unlock all at once - instead, character traits have to be added individually, through quests. This leads to Shen Qingqiu having to jump through endless hoops just to complete enough side quests to unlock the ability to be a decent person - all while avoiding the effects it has on those around him. If only the cheapskate System wouldn't keep changing the cost of point values - he needs to know what the hell Yue Qingyuan told the others about him that makes them all look so sad when he does manage to be nice! He's breaking his back here, can't we just appreciate his work?!

🦋 • If You Don't Have Store-Bought Character Growth, Homemade is Fine 

When Shen Qingqiu fails his first mission, he loses the opportunity to unfreeze the OOC function. He has to go through the events of the story in-character as the original goods. He's definitely getting human sticked. Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is getting paranoid that his Shizun has started being nice to him. In a really mean way.

🦋 • In Durance Veil

Right, the villain's beautiful daughter, who had caught a glimpse of the Protagonist from afar and, naturally, fell madly in love at first sight. She'd used her knowledge of her father's lair to sneak into the dungeon where Luo Binghe was being held and eventually proved the key to his escape, betraying her father for love. "So, you want to try to find some random girl who's willing to sneak in past the guards to Luo Binghe's prison and..." "What random girl could we possibly trust? I'll do it myself!" "You know what," Shang Qinghua said. "Somehow I feel like I should have expected this." --- Shen Qingqiu self-detonated at Hua Yue City, but he didn't die. Instead, he wakes up to a world where Cang Qiong is victorious and Luo Binghe has been imprisoned beneath the mountain. What's a poor transmigrator to do? He has to find a way to free the Protagonist before he breaks out and razes the Sect to the ground! Clearly, the best way to do this is to pretend to be one of Luo Binghe's future wives. Clearly.

🦋 • Into the Abyss

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss. Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

🦋 • Bamboo Shoot of Resentment

Falling prey to an unusual curse after the Immortal Alliance Conference was the last thing Shen Yuan expected from this dumpster fire of a porn novel. But here the transmigrator is — inflicted with a demonic womb he absolutely did not ask for, and a new burden he didn’t even think was possible. And maybe, Shen Yuan is just a bit tired of it all.

🦋 • He Was Made For Untidy Rooms and Rumpled Beds  

Shen Qingqiu kind of, sort of, does not have the same modesty standards as a xianxia novel set in some form of Ancient China? He also hates the heat, who knew right?

🕰 • Wish Received, Wish Granted!

Luo Binghe aches so raw and violently in a way he hasn’t known since the Endless Abyss, since the scalding heat of tea on his scalp, or the sight of his mother’s tired and motionless form in her bed. Images of that other reality sear themselves into the forefront of his mind, plaguing him even when he shuts and scrubs at his eyes till they hurt. He feels the ghost of Shen Qingqiu’s gentle touch on his skin like a persistent burning sensation, flames of longing licking at the nape of his neck. He wants it. He hates it. He needs it. Or Luo Binghe (aka Bingge), because he’s the protagonist, gets his wish granted the moment he wakes on the cold floor of the woodshed, beaten black and blue, and fourteen again.

🕰 • A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into the Bamboo House

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate. Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years… - A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

🦋 • The More You Don't Know

Luo Binghe has it all: the respect of the cultivation world, the home he always wanted, and Shizun's love. There's just one problem: if Shizun ever finds out he's a demon, it's going to ruin everything.

🦋 • grief, hope, and other forms of sickness

After the Immortal Alliance Conference, Shen Qingqiu qi deviates. The deviation itself isn’t bad, but it allows Without-A-Cure to spread far further than it did originally, disabling Shen Qingqiu by a non-insignificant amount. So when Huan Hua calls for Shen Qingqiu’s imprisonment in Jinlan City, Without-A-Cure makes it very clear that Shen Qingqiu can not be held in the Water Prison away from the medical attention he needs these days. Instead, Shen Qingqiu is allowed to return to Qing Jing, provided he takes Luo Binghe back with him.

🦋 • Celestial Afterglow

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash. If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

🦋 • I Want You To Be Happier

Shen Yuan has amnesia. Good thing his husband is there to take care of him! - Following a failed attempt to detonate his core in order to save Luo Binghe at Huayue City, Shen Qingqiu instead suffers a qi deviation and loses his memory. Luo Binghe, in turn, loses his shit and steals him away for awhile.

🦋 • fall for your reflection (drown in a dream)

“Shh, Shizun, it’s alright,” Luo Bingge says, voice lilting in a singsong manner. Shen Qingqiu can’t look away from his red, red eyes. He blinks, and they aren’t eyes at all, but feathers, perched on a mound of coiled, shifting vines that are dotted with white thorns dyed their own bright red from Shen Qingqiu’s blood. “Go to sleep, Shizun,” the black-and-red bird sings, coaxing. “Go to sleep,” Luo Bingge repeats, as he flickers back into being. or: Shen Qingqiu is attacked by a monster that drops him into a dream of a perfect world--with Luo Binghe featuring front and center.

🦋 •  Medical Diplomacy

Fresh out of the Abyss, Luo Binghe learns that he alone can cure Shen Qingqiu's chronic ailment. With this information in hand, he pursues an alternative strategy involving interspecies diplomacy and a royal alliance. After all, Cang Qiong can't expect a gentleman to dual-cultivate outside of marriage.

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Second you in loving depressed, dark circle, chronic insomniac Azriel with demonic possession undertones. I feel like often he’s portrayed as very soft uwu baby or dark daddy dom when really he’s a workaholic grouchy introvert with a fucked up sleep schedule.

Do you think he has any connections to Hel in the larger Maasverse? I’ve had a theory for a while that he’s a descendant of one of the princes which would explain how he ended up with Truth-Teller.

Anyway, just want you to know that I picture your version of both Az and Gwyn when I write in canon, so thanks for the inspo!

Yes, absolutely! Though I’ve never thought of what kind of connection Azriel might have to Hel until now. Your ask got me to think…

What if Shadowsingers, rare as they are, were actually created by one of the Princes of Hel? I wish Truth-Teller wasn’t Gwydion’s twin, but rather a long-forgotten weapon once wielded by a long-dead Prince of Hel. Azriel could have discovered it eons later, feeling a strange connection to it, as it was the very weapon responsible for birthing his kind.

(Excuse my poor attempt at drawing shadow- soldiers/beasts. This is basically what I had in mind. This too)

Let’s say Shadowsingers were once a single shadow entity. But over time they split, with shadows becoming just one part of a person rather than their whole form.

A good number of them remain in Hel, but they've transformed into strange, nasty creatures. In Prythian, there are hardly any left, and Azriel may be the last. There are a few in Throne of Glass and Crescent City worlds, but they differ from Azriel.

It is very difficult to find any information about Shadowsingers. No one knows where they come from or how they came to be.

Who gave them the title 'Shadowsinger' anyway? What if it was simply a fitting name given by a mad scholar who first encountered someone with dark, shadow powers? What if these soldiers originally had a different name, given to them by the long-dead Prince of Hel?

And let’s give Shadowsingers the ability to shapeshift. I’ve always found it strange that Azriel is considered the best spymaster in the world, yet everyone knows he’s the Night Court's spymaster, which defeats the whole purpose of being a spy. It’s like imagining a Russian spy working in an American office, and everyone there knows he's a Russian spy. (Lol)

But what if Azriel could change his identity through his shadows? That would truly make him the best spymaster. He wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of creating fake identities; he could simply turn himself into one of Beron’s personal guards. People might know who the Night Court’s spymaster is, but they’d never know when or who he’s pretending to be. Additionally, he could winnow through his shadows instead of using the typical method. By commanding his shadows, he could transport himself anywhere, making him even more powerful than Rhys in terms of winnowing. He wouldn’t need to pause for breath like Rhys; he could take 10 people with him effortlessly.

Connect that to the shadow soldiers from Hel. They used to transform into whatever they liked (like this) and winnow with ease, which is why the war went on for like forever. The prince’s army was incredibly difficult to take down.

Shadowsingers still speak the language of Hel to this day. Azriel uses it to communicate with his shadows, and only Shadowsingers can understand this language—no one else. They don’t even have to learn it.

Okay, wait—can we consider that the winning side was the mother, leading her own army? That Gwydion was wielded against the Prince of Hel? Thus, the Maas universe was forged from the remnants of that eternal war ages ago.

And while Gwyn isn’t related to the sword like Azriel is to the dagger, nor to the soldiers who fought for the mother, as a priestess who worships her, she does have that little connection.

It would be quite amusing for the Fates to pair a descendant of those Hel creatures with a priestess who worships the Mother as mates.

Good god, I somehow pulled this out of my ass. Now I have to incorporate that idea into my story cause it‘s kind of awesome.

Anyway, I’d Iove to read your fic. It makes me happy to know that people use my art as inspiration 🥹

thank you for the ask! Have a lovely day 💕