#dmc!verse

Scott Damon. It’s hard to pin down his age just from his looks. On the rare occasion he shaves, his buzz cut hair style gives him a rather young looking face. Though if you came across a photo of him from ten or even twenty years ago he looks like he hasn’t aged a day. The burn scars certainly didn’t help.

He’s had an... interesting life, growing up around the supernatural and being adopted into a family of witches. He’s dealt with loss and betrayal in the past, but now thrives working with the love of his life and mother of his children. Felicity Damon. Together they’re raising three kids. Olive(2011: 15yrs old), Jasper and Anthony(2011: 9yrs old).

He lives within the @devil-may-care-series world. Offering magical assistance at Phantom’s Agency, the business that his wife co-owns and runs. If he were to ever met Nate and Matt, he’d probably end up “adopting” them. And he’d probably fight John Smith on sight and not just because the man is a hunter.

y’all are having too much fun have some angst instead :)

Characters and AU are from @devil-may-care-seriesJonathan had to admit, sharing an RV with Chuck and Reggie wasn’t the easiest thing. Maybe he could think of several junk yards that would be a better place to live than with those two, but while they were playing together it was just easier and cheaper to live in the RV. They had their moments of contention, where someone would accidentally steal someone else’s ramen or someone would wake up too early and annoy the others, but overall it worked. The only exception was when you threw Nathan Smith into the mix, and you ended up with a recipe for disaster. Like today. 

It had been bad enough that Nate had turned up out of the blue expecting them to give him a bunk and some food. It had taken all of Jonathan’s strength to stop Chuck and Reggie from jumping at his throat right there, for their sake more than Nate’s. Despite many objections, Jonathan let Nate stay. All they could see was someone who’d maybe been on a weekend bender. He saw someone who had had a rough hunt. That had led to almost an hour of passive aggressive jabs from opposite sides of the RV, so Jonathan had sent Chuck and Reggie out to blow off some steam. Surprisingly, they had listened. Maybe it was their dislike for Nate that encouraged them to comply, maybe it was Jonathan’s serious tone of voice. Either way, they left the RV, leaving Jonathan and Nate alone together. Jonathan tried to comfort Nate, but in typical Nathan Smith fashion he brushed him off with a cocky smirk and a bad joke. It took five attempts to get Nate to open up before Jonathan gave up and decided to heat up some leftover pizza from a few nights before that the two could snack on. When he set the plates down, Nate scoffed the food like he hadn’t eaten in days. From the look of him, he probably hadn’t. Other than his concerning behaviour, the two actually had a pleasant meal. They laughed, chatted, and caught up with each other for a solid half an hour. It was good, great even! So Jonathan should’ve known that it couldn’t last. 

He was adding the plates to the ever growing pile of dirty dishes when he heard the glass smash behind him. The sound caused him to flinch violently and spin to see what had happened. Originally, he thought someone - or something - had broken the windows, but he saw no shattered panes when he turned around. Then he saw Nate, stood with his back pressed against the wall, white as a sheet with half a bottle in his hand, the rest of it being all over the floor and sofa.

“Nate?” Jonathan called, but his friend didn’t seem to notice him. Instead, he seemed focused on a spot on the opposite side of the RV from him. He was wielding the broken bottle like a weapon, and his face had twisted into a mix of fear and anger.

“Leave me alone!” he hissed to no one. 

“Nate!” Jonathan tried again, looking between Nate and the space he was so obsessed with “There’s nothing there, buddy.” 

“Go away!” Nate yelled, Jonathan’s words falling on seemingly deaf ears. 

“Come on, Nate…” Jonathan muttered, looking around for anything that could help him. He racked his brain for the solution to ‘my best friend is seeing things and wielding sharp objects’, but that topic strangely never cropped up in his many years of hunting. It was at that moment that Chuck and Reggie walked in, ever the ones for perfect timing, and saw Nate with that crazed look and a broken bottle in hand. Of course their first reaction was to start shouting at him before Jonathan could stop them. Nate’s eyes flitted over to them, but they were still unseeing. Jonathan didn’t know what Nate was seeing, but it sure as hell wasn’t Chuck and Reggie. Nate lunged for them, throwing himself over whatever was in his way, but Jonathan saw the way his muscles tensed a split second before he moved and was fast enough to get in front of him grabbing him by his shoulders and stopping him in his tracks. He was faintly aware of the pain that had sprung up in his side, but he pushed it away as he forced Nate to look in his eyes. On the one hand, it wasn’t that difficult, but on the other hand, something switched in Nate’s mind. He threw himself backwards and out of Jonathan’s grip.

"Please don't make me go back. Let me stay here.” he pleaded, reminding Jonathan way too much of a scared kid. He held a hand out to him, like he was trying to calm a scared animal while his other hand went to the pain in his side to be greeted by the all too familiar feeling of blood. 

“I’m not making you go anywhere, Nate-” 

“Like hell is he staying here!” Chuck shouted, and Jonathan had to stop himself from turning around and punching him right there.

“Chuck, shut up.” he hissed, shooting a glare over his shoulder before focusing on Nate again. Nate, who’s grip on the glass bottle was strong enough to make his knuckles go white. Any tighter and he may actually shatter it.

“Nate, it’s only us. No hallucinations, just us.” Jonathan said calmingly, and he saw a flicker of recognition in Nate’s eyes, how his body seemed to relax ever so slightly. 

“Shady?” he said quietly, and Jonathan nodded.

“Yeah, it’s me.” he confirmed, starting to move towards Nate in slow, obvious movements. “Now… please put the bottle down.” 

Nate looked at the bottle in his hand, like he hadn’t even known that it was there, before nodding slowly, putting it down on the side somewhere. As he put the bottle down, he seemed to return to his senses and realise what he’d done, looking at Jonathan and his injured side in horror. 

“Jonathan, I’m sorry, I-” he surged forwards to try and help his friend, but Chuck and Reggie were there in an instant, protecting Jonathan. 

Well this turned into half blurb half blurb half weird script format. For those not familiar with him, Dustin is Husky’s best friend/workout buddy/ partner in crime for Ro’s surprises.

Ro is standing by the bar looking at her phone. Receives text from Nate with a photo. Photo: ‘Matt asleep in passenger seat next to Nate with a black marker mustache on his face, Nate sticking his tongue out at the camera in the selfie.’ “Who’s the king of stakeouts now?” is the caption of the photo. Ro chuckles to herself.

A larger fellow with more hair on his chin than his head and a tall scrawny guy with a platinum blonde quiff walk into the Roadhouse. Dustin Glass and Mike “Husky” Lamond , both looking like they just got out of a huge fight. Husky looks skittish with a large notebook clutched to his chest. Dustin looks exhausted and desperate. His eyes searching for a familiar face. Dustin is an old friend of Ro’s, his partner Husky is someone Ro knows in passing but doesn’t know super well. 

Dustin walks up to Ro, still looking like he expects something to jump out at him any moment, ask Ro is he can talk to her privately. Ro tells Jimmy to watch the bar for her.  Ro brings Dustin to the back as he tells Husky to wait for him at the bar.

Once in the back, Ro sits Dustin down at a table and brings him a beer, a first aid kit, and some cookies. Then walks over to the cutting board and starts chopping potatoes.

Ro: “Now tell me why you’ve walked into my bar looking like you decided to play ding dong ditch at death’s door?”

Dustin takes a big sip of his beer: “Well, my partner, Husky and I were on a hunt with these two other hunters named Kevin and Ryan. Was supposed to be an easy in’ n’ out job. But those two set us up and sold us out some demons, thought we’d be easy prey. Soon as their plan went off the demons decided to take care of those two as well. Idiots the two of them. Those damn demons thought It’d be funny to knock us ‘round a bit first before killing us. That was the only reason we were able to get out of there with our lives.”

Dustin: “Now comes the reason I came to you Ro. I need to cash in that favor from you for that time I got those Wraiths out of you hair. When those demons were having their fun with us, they royally screwed up Husky’s vocal chords with their damn telekinesis. I’m not even sure if he’ll be able to talk again. I don’t want him out hunting with his injuries, so I need you to watch him for me. I’ve got a lead on those demons and how they’ve been getting idiots like those two onto there side”

Ro: “This is a bar Dustin not a daycare. I’d lose my business if I took in every hunter who asked. I’ll do it because you’re a good friend and I do owe you one. He will have to work for his stay. Is he any good at working a bar?”

Dustin: “Husky is as smart as they come for hunters, he’s good with numbers and knows more about computers than I could even tell you. Look he’s a good man and you are the only person I know who I can trust with him”

Ro pokes her head through to the bar where Husky’s sitting, writing in the notebook. His shoulders are slumped and looks a bit like a kicked puppy. She walks back into the kitchen and continues cooking as she keeps talking to Dustin.

Ro: “Alright I’ll take him. Any idea of how long this demon hunt of yours is gonna take?”

Dustin: “Thank you so much. At the minimum I’d say six months, you never know when your gonna hit a dead end or not. I’ll try to keep in touch and update you when I can.”

Ro, puts the fries she was making into some baskets and grabs a book out of a drawer. She then gestures for Dustin to follow her back out to the bar. Ro walks up to Husky, who is still writing in his notebook. She sets a basket of fries in front of him and says” You’re gonna need your strength back up if you’re gonna be working here.”

Husky looks up and blinks at her, then starts writing quickly into his notebook. He shows her the page, it says” Thank you so much! You’re so beautiful kind! I’ll do my best to help you! I promise not to slow you down too much.”

Ro: “Well aren’t you sweet. So Dustin tells me your good with numbers and tech.” Ro sets the book she was carrying down on the bar. “Think you could go over these numbers for me when you’re done eating?”

Husky nods vigorously as he eats the fries. Dustin goes and sits next to Husky and puts an arm over his shoulders. Ro puts a basket of fries in front of Dustin as well as he reaches for Husky’s.

Ro: “I’m just joking with ya. I don’t expect you to jump into any work til we get those injuries of yours sorted out. Can’t have you dripping blood all over my books can I?”

Ro walks off and goes back to manning the bar.

Later in the evening Ro brings both boys to the back and susses out their injuries. Going through at least one full roll of gauze. Some blushing occurs when she has to have Husky take his shirt off.

As she’s taking care of Dustin’s injuries, Husky starts on the accounting books. Husky writes down notes in his notebook as he goes. Ro makes Dustin stay the night as well, not letting him go running off after demons right away.

Morning: Ro is humming while cooking breakfast when Husky comes out of the room he was staying in. He’s holding the accounting books under one arm and has his notebook in hand. He knocks on the door frame of the kitchen to tell Ro he’s there as she cooks.

Ro: “Well, good morning to you, hope you were able to get some sleep with Dustin’s snoring. He’s probably not going to be up til noon”

Husky gives a thumbs up and sets what he’s carrying on the kitchen table as he sits down. Ro finishes cooking and plates some eggs, toast and bacon for the two of them. While they’re eating Husky points to his notebook, laying open on the table. Inside it he has written out ways to improve profits and spruce up the Roadhouse with new tech.

I bet no one expected this to update again! I promise I’ve been working on it but between school and MAJOR writer’s block it’s been a bit slow going. I’ll hopefully get the next chapter up sooner but for now, Enjoy!

First

“Happy birthday!” Nora said as Nate walked downstairs. He sat at the table as she sat across and handed him the chocolate waffles. They were shaped like a bear with a blueberry nose and eyes. “Do you know what you’re gonna do today?”

He nodded eagerly. “Dad’s gonna take me to get the new Pokémon pack!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth open,” Nora told him. He swallowed quickly and continued rambling about the game, random tidbits that she would forget. “I got you something as well. Not as cool as Pokémon but I think you’ll like it nonetheless.” Nate watched curiously as she took out a small necklace that had ‘영원히’* on it. “In case you ever feel scared or alone, you can always tell me why through this. And I will always come to help.”

“How?” He took it and looked it over. It looked very old, probably before his grandparents.

“Mom magic.” She stood up and kissed the top of his head. “Now, I think your father’s waiting.” She watched as Nate ran out the door, stopping to give her a brief hug before running back to John. As soon as he left the room, it was enveloped in a white light.

Nate woke up, tears streaking down his face. He looked around the small cabin; everyone was still asleep. He sighed before feeling under his pillow for the now even more tarnished pendant. He had stopped using it when John yelled at him over it and tried to throw it away. But he kept it as a memory. This time:

“If you’re there, please help. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. He’s still in Matt and I don’t know how to get him out.” As he was whispering, it felt like the bed dipped like someone was sitting next to him. A warm feeling surrounded him and he calmed down as he started to lay back down.

“Go to sleep,” something told him. “You’re safe now.”

영원히-yeong-wonhi-Forever in Korean

July 2008

The two small boys squirmed in their father’s arms as he fell onto the bed with them secure in his embrace. They laughed as he wrestled them until they were both too tired to struggle any more.

“Dad!” Anthony wined, before brushing the long red strands of hair that had fallen into his mouth.

“Okay, okay,” Scott said, pulling away from his sons to sit up right. “Story time?” The boys nod furiously before crawling under their thick feather-down quilt. Scott chuckles under his breath as he watches his twin sons. Their matching dark grey eyes shining up at him in anticipation.

“Once upon a time, a curious and powerful witch sought out a rare, but beautiful treasure. A blood red jewel that shone brightest in the dark. It’s said to have silver vines that never tarnish, twisting around the stone.” As Scott speaks, his hands move in harmony with his words. Some of the signs are shaky, but combined with his voice, shimmering images flutter into existence before him.

“According to legends, if you obtained this treasure you could live without want for centuries. So the handsome, brave, intelligent-“

“Are you talking about you, dad?” Anthony interrupted. His brother, Jasper, silently laughed when Scott twisted his face into a pout before continuing.

“Ahem… so the witch set off on his quest. Facing trial after trial, he crossed a continent in search of this fabled jewel. But he wasn’t the only one looking for it. A hunter, draped in flannel and leather, was hot on his heels. They went head to head once, deep in the desert. But with the use of clever illusion spells the witch safely slipped away. Finally, he reached the city of angels. A place where steel stretched for the sky and stars were within arms reach. Now most people would expect to find a treasure of this value somewhere equally spectacular. But this treasure wasn’t hidden in a golden temple or an iron vault. Instead the witch found the treasure room moved, its location only known by its guardian. A rare and beautiful dragon.”

“Now you’re talking about mom,” Anthony said, interrupting again. Scott pursed his lips as he playfully glared at his son before continuing.

“This dragon had no equal. Scales as red as rubies, fangs that could cut through diamonds and passion that burned as bright as a star.”

“He’s talking about mom,” Anthony stage whispers to his brother who silently giggles.

“Maybe you’d rather tell the story?” Scott asked before reaching out and fluffing Anthony’s hair. The boy beamed at him then jumped up on his knees. His fingers moved faster than his mouth as he picked up the story.

“The dragon thought the witch was funny,” Anthony said. “How could he take a treasure from someone so powerful? But the witch wouldn’t give up. So he told the dragon stories that made her laugh until she gave him the treasure for a promise.”

“And what was the promise?” Scott asked.

“To always be around to cheer her up when she’s sad. Now they could live together forever. The End.” Anthony bows then falls onto his stomach. Scott attacks his son’s exposed sides, tickling him until the boy curls up with laughter.

“Let me guess, Olive already told you this story?” Scott said.

“She tells it better. More action.” Jasper signs.

“Well she’s at camp for the rest of the summer so you’ll have to deal with your sappy old man instead. And you forgot the part where they find a way to break the jewel and create three baby dragons from the dust.”

The night had started out pretty calm.  Jimmy’s bar was still closed to Androids, so Hank had decided to drag Connor along to a different bar on the other end of the city.

‘Freddy’s Bar & Restaurant’

It was an interesting place, that looked like it hadn’t updated since the early 2020′s, and the bartender was an elder gentlemen, who Connor easily noted was indeed ‘Freddy’.

The Android was pulled from his observations when he heard Hank let out a surprised gasp, and saw the lieutenant go over to a stranger clad in red, with a guitar bag strapped on his back.

A quick scan of the mans face left Connor quite Confused.

‘Tony Redgrave’ -Deceased 

“DANTE! You Still eating nothing but Pizza & Strawberry Sundays I see!” Hank laughs, patting the silver-haired man on the shoulder. “Haven’t seen ya in years! Not since Morison Retired! Let me Buy ya a drink!”

From there, the three had gotten to know each other a bit over several drinks, Hank filling Dante in about Connor being an Android, and a deviant, like most of the other Androids at this point, and how He’d taken Connor in to live with him while they both still worked for the DPD.

Connor chose not to ask about the man’s strange file, and let it slide. Perhaps he’d ask another day...

That’s when things got crazy. He’d insisted it not possible, yet the other two men seemed to be dead set on the challenge.

“Hey Anderson! Let’s get the Kid Android Drunk!” “Mister Dante.. I can’t.. I’m not designed to become intoxica- “Oh come on Connor, Live a little!” “HANK!?...Fine, but Don’t say I didn’t warn you both!”

And as expected, Connor was the last one standing, Hank having passed out almost an hour ago. Which was fine, The waitress, An energetic brunette on rollarskates named Cindy, had carefully helped Connor lower him into an empty booth for the time being, since Connor could take him home later.

Dante however, was a different story... By Closing time, there was no way Connor was letting the man leave alone with how unsteady he was.

Gently pushing him back down onto his bar stool, Connor snatched the phone from Dante’s coat pocket, and had to blink in shock at what came out onto his hand. ‘A flip-phone!?! They stopped making these back in the early 2000′s!... It’s 2039 now... Wow! This has to be antique!’

“Ah- Sit tight Mister Dante, I’m gonna call someone to come get you.. A Taxi just isn’t enough.. You’re far to intoxicated to go home alone.. And I can’t leave Hank here.”

Scrolling through the small amount of contacts that the man had, he spotted one that stood out. 

‘Nero’ Was listed as a family member. Seeming like the best choice to pick, Connor dialed the number, waiting patiently for someone to pick up on the other end.

I TIED MATT TO A CHAIR (it also gets a bit more gory than angsty but hey ho, aggression and violence is my jam)

edit: forgot to mention that this au has its own blog and series run and written by two amazing writers, Becca and Rev, you can find it at @devil-may-care-series

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The basement was dingy, damp and cold. The only light was the lightbulb that was hung from its wire directly above Matt’s head. It didn’t cast off a lot of light, leaving the edges of the room shrouded in darkness. Matt knew exactly what lurked in those shadows though, that wasn’t anything new. A shapeshifter that had gotten cocky and made themself too obvious. It had caught Nate almost three days ago now, and Matt had been searching for his brother nonstop since he had disappeared. Unfortunately, the shapeshifter had found him before he had found the shapeshifter and captured him too. Now, the pair of them were trapped underground with no backup and no escape plan. Nate was on the floor next to Matt, his wrists and ankles bound with rope. He had a nasty welt on one of his temples that had been bleeding for a while now, and Nate was starting to look pale and sickly. They had to get out of here soon, or else they would both die. That was easier said than done as Matt tried desperately to loosen the ropes that tied him to the uncomfortable iron chair. Every struggle made his wrists sting, but he refused to sit still. His little brother was bleeding out not five feet away from him, and he could do nothing but watch.

“Poor Matthew. Annoyed you can’t run away and leave your precious little brother in the dirt again?” a voice drawled from the shadows, and Mat clenched his teeth. He had been tied up for several hours now, and that taunting was getting on his nerves.

“Let me go and I'll show you annoyed.” he snapped, turning his head to see the figure move in the shadows.

“That’s a lot of talk for someone tied to a chair.” the shapeshifter said before letting out a laugh. Matt scowled and fell silent, looking around for anything at all to help him escape, but there was nothing. Just him, this chair, Nate and the shapeshifter. At least he could still talk.

“I’m only tied up because you’re too much of a coward to ever try facing me in an actual fight.” he jabbed, and the shapeshifter hissed, obviously taking offence at Matt’s words.

“Don’t try and goad me, human.” it snarled, and Matt had to bite down a triumphant grin. If the monster had a big enough ego to get their attention in the first place, then of course it would take offence at jabs to its pride.

“Nice excuse, I don’t buy it.” he commented, looking around the room to see where the shapeshifter had slipped to. He never managed to actually spot the shapeshifter, as it lunged out of the shadows at him, planting a kick in his chest and sending the chair flying backwards. As the chair fell, Matt got a look at the angry, twisted expression of the shapeshifter in the form of his brother. To say that the sight of his brother’s face so contorted with rage aimed at him alone was unsettling would be an understatement. Then Matt cracked his head against the floor when the chair fell, and his vision was obscured by stars as his head started aching. Matt let out a pained groan, trying to move but finding his arms and shoulders in more pain than before due to them being tied behind the chair as he was shoved backwards.

“Not so cocky now, are we Matthew?” the shapeshifter sneered. Although it was Nate’s voice and face, something about it was wrong. maybe the way it spoke, or it’s mannerisms. There was just a little hint that this wasn’t actually his brother, and that gave him the strength to ignore the hateful look on the shapeshifter’s face as he pulled Matt’s chair back up.

“You’re still missing the point. Anyone can beat up a guy tied to a chair, you’re not special.” Matt watched as the shapeshifter seemed to think for a second before that angry expression returned.

“It's your funeral.” it hissed, untying Matt’s legs before untying his hands. The second the ropes slackened, Matt dove for Nate and grabbed for the knife he knew his brother would have hidden in his boots. There was a second of fumbling before he grabbed the knife, but it was a second too long as the shapeshifter grabbed him and threw him to the side, shoving him into the wall. The knife was knocked from Matt’s grip and the shapeshifter grinned maliciously before pouncing on Matt, raining blow after blow down on the older brother’s face. After four punches, Matt managed to kick the shapeshifter off him and grabbed the knife again. When dopple-Nate next attacked, he was met with a knife in the throat. Although the shapeshifter has carried himself differently to how the real Nate did, there was still something disturbing about seeing your own brother choking on his own blood, your knife in his neck. Shapeshifter or not, Matt felt revolted either way and pulled the knife out of its neck and scrambled away. He watched it writhe on the floor, gurgling as it struggled to hold onto life before he pulled his eyes away from the sight and moved to the real Nate’s side, leaving the shapeshifter to its ugly demise. He cut Nate’s ropes with the knife before putting it back.