#thanks to all those who sent words of encouragement 🖤

[endless-ineffabilities]

psa ~ a lot of you might be aware of a recent exchange I had with a very tactless coward of an a**hole anon, from whom I received some very nasty words.

I've since deleted those posts. I shouldn't have even interacted with such rude messages, considering how incredibly mindless and insignificant those were. What a stain to have had those up on here.

In other news... this world was never meant for a fire like yours part three.one (lovers adrift) out in...

3... 2... 1...

[writingforstraykids]

What are your thoughts on Jilix as fwb? Please, anything 🙏🏻

Hii dear, thank you for the request🖤 As I already had some thoughts on Jilix kissing platonically I decided to take that as a starter. I was working on a fic based on Miu's audio sooo I thought why not combine those?🤭 hope you like it🖤🖤

Pairing: Jilix

Word Count: 3082

Summary: Jisung and Felix have slowly grown closer and became each other's safe haven. Fleeting touches turn into cuddles, cuddles turn into kisses, kisses one day turn into more.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, kissing, oral (ji receiving), whiny!bottom!ji, soft!lix, fwb

The dim glow of Jisung's lamp cast a warm light over the room as Jisung and Felix settled in for the night. They had just finished another exhausting day, performing for thousands of fans and basking in the high energy of the stage. Now, as the adrenaline faded, they found themselves in the quiet solitude of Jisung's room.

It had become a routine for them, these nights spent together. Initially, it was out of convenience and comfort; sharing a room meant they had someone familiar to unwind with after the chaos of the day. But over time, their interactions had evolved into something more intimate, yet undefined.

Jisung was sprawled out on the bed, his limbs heavy with fatigue. Felix, ever the night owl, was still puttering around, brushing his teeth and organizing his things. The two had grown used to each other's habits and quirks, finding a rhythm that worked for them.

"Hey, you coming to bed or what?" Jisung called out, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Yeah, yeah, just a sec," Felix replied, his voice tinged with amusement. He quickly finished up and turned off the bathroom light, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness, save for the lamp.

Felix climbed into bed beside Jisung, their proximity close but still respectful of personal space. It was a boundary they had naturally established, though it was becoming increasingly porous.

Jisung shifted slightly, turning to face Felix. "You did great tonight," he said softly. "The fans loved your solo."

Felix smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, Ji. You were amazing too. Your rap was fire."

They lay there for a moment, the silence filled with unspoken words. It was Felix who broke it, leaning over to place a fleeting kiss on Jisung's hair. It was innocent, almost brotherly, but it sent a ripple of warmth through Jisung. He felt a flutter in his chest, a sensation that was becoming all too familiar.

"Night, Ji," Felix murmured, settling back down.

"Night, Lix," Jisung replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The next night, the atmosphere was much the same. They returned to their room after another busy day, exhausted but exhilarated. As they settled in, Jisung felt a strange but familiar pull toward Felix. It started with a casual brush of hands, a lingering touch that neither pulled away from. Then, a kiss on the temple, followed by one on the forehead.

It was innocent, tender, and filled with an unspoken need. They were both touch-starved, craving the simple comfort of being held and loved in a way that transcended words. As they cuddled up, Jisung felt a sense of peace wash over him. Felix's presence was grounding, a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives, there was a constant they could rely on.

One night, as they lay in bed, Felix grew a little bolder. He had always been the more adventurous one, willing to push boundaries just to see where they led. As he nestled closer to Jisung, he planted the softest kiss on his neck, testing the waters.

Jisung's breath hitched, and he would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel special. There was a vulnerability in Felix's actions, a silent plea for connection that Jisung couldn't ignore. He found himself leaning into it, encouraging Felix in subtle ways—a gentle touch, a soft sigh, a quiet "yes" in the darkness.

As they lay there, bodies entwined, Jisung's fingers found their way into Felix's hair, running through the soft strands. Felix responded by kissing Jisung's neck sleepily, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

Without thinking, Jisung pulled Felix up, meeting his lips in a kiss that was both surprising and inevitable. It was a culmination of all the unspoken emotions and desires that had been slowly simmering between them. They kissed with a tenderness that spoke volumes, their need for each other laid bare in that intimate moment.

From that night on, their dynamic shifted. What had started as innocent gestures of affection grew into something more profound. They became each other's solace, their safe haven in a world that often demanded too much of them.

Whenever one of them was hurt, the other was there to kiss away the bruises, offering comfort and healing in the form of soft touches and whispered reassurances. When one of them was upset, the other was there to kiss away the tears, holding them close when they felt like falling apart.

Whatever room they shared became a sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without the weight of expectations. They would spend hours holding onto each other, their lips meeting in a dance of affection that left them feeling seen and appreciated.

One night, after a particularly grueling day, they found themselves in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Jisung was tracing lazy patterns on Felix's back, the repetitive motion soothing them both.

"Ji," Felix murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion and something deeper. "Do you ever think about... us? Like, what this means?"

Jisung's hand stilled for a moment before he resumed the gentle strokes. "Yeah, I do," he admitted. "But I try not to overthink it. What we have... it's special. And I don't want to ruin it by putting labels on it."

Felix nodded, understanding but still needing reassurance. "I just... I care about you, Ji. A lot."

"I care about you too, Lix," Jisung replied softly. "More than anything."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of their words hanging in the air. There was a sense of contentment in knowing that they had each other, no matter what.

As the tour continued, their bond only grew stronger. They navigated the challenges and triumphs together, finding strength in their connection. Every night, they would return to their now shared hotel room, eager to seek solace in each other's arms.

One evening, after a particularly emotional performance, Felix found himself feeling unusually vulnerable. The cheers of the crowd had been overwhelming, and the pressure to be perfect weighed heavily on him.

Jisung noticed the tension in Felix's frame as they entered their room. Without a word, he pulled Felix into a tight embrace, holding him close. Felix melted into the hug, his defenses crumbling as he buried his face in Jisung's shoulder.

"It's okay, Lix," Jisung murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "You're amazing, and you don't have to be perfect. Just be yourself."

Felix let out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of Jisung's words seep into his soul. He pulled back slightly, looking into Jisung's eyes. "Thank you, Ji," he whispered. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jisung smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere."

Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a promise of support and love that transcended words. They held each other close, finding comfort in the simple act of being together.

As the months passed, their nights became a ritual of intimacy and connection. They would talk about their dreams and fears, sharing parts of themselves that they kept hidden from the world. In those moments, they were not just idols but two people who needed each other in ways that went beyond friendship. Until one day, another so far established boundary was bent…

The hotel room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls as Jisung and Felix entered, both exhausted from the night's performance. The thrill of the concert still buzzed faintly in their veins, but fatigue was quickly catching up. They had become used to this pattern: the high of the show, the quiet descent into their shared sanctuary, the solace they found in each other's presence.

Jisung flopped onto the bed, kicking off his shoes with a groan. "I'm beat," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Felix chuckled softly, closing the door behind him. "I know the feeling," he replied, setting down his bag and stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned stomach, and Jisung's eyes were momentarily drawn to the sight.

They had grown closer over the past months, their bond deepening in ways they hadn't anticipated. What started as simple gestures of affection had evolved into a physical intimacy that neither of them had the words to fully describe. They had found comfort in each other's touch, a way to feel grounded amidst the chaos of their lives.

Felix opened the window, the distant sound of traffic floating into the room. Felix approached the bed and sat down beside Jisung, his hand coming to rest on Jisung's back. "Come on, Ji. Get up. You need to change out of those clothes."

Jisung rolled onto his back, looking up at Felix with a tired smile. "You're such a nag, you know that?"

Felix grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss on Jisung's forehead. "Someone has to take care of you," he teased. "Now, come on."

With a groan, Jisung sat up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. Felix watched him with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, his gaze lingering on the way Jisung's muscles moved under his skin. There was a tension in the air, a current of unspoken desire that seemed to crackle between them.

As Jisung reached for his pajama top, Felix's hand caught his wrist, stopping him. Jisung looked up, surprised, and saw the intensity in Felix's eyes.

"Lix?" he asked, his voice uncertain.

Felix didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his breath warm against Jisung's skin as he placed a soft kiss on Jisung's collarbone. Jisung's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Felix..." he murmured, but there was no protest in his tone. If anything, there was an unspoken invitation, a desire for more.

Felix's kisses trailed up Jisung's neck, each one sending shivers down his spine. When he reached Jisung's jaw, he paused, their faces inches apart. Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, anticipation coiling tight in his stomach.

"Ji," Felix whispered, his voice husky. "Is this okay?"

Jisung's eyes opened, meeting Felix's gaze. There was a vulnerability in Felix's expression, a need for reassurance. Jisung answered by cupping Felix's face in his hands, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but innocent.

The kiss deepened quickly, a hunger that had been building for weeks finally finding release. Felix's hands roamed over Jisung's bare chest, his touch both gentle and insistent. Jisung responded in kind, his fingers tangling in Felix's hair, pulling him closer.

They broke apart only when the need for air became too great, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jisung's eyes were dark with desire, his lips swollen from their kiss. Felix's pupils were dilated, his skin flushed.

"God, Ji," Felix murmured, his voice shaky. "I want you."

Jisung's heart skipped a beat at the raw honesty in Felix's words. He leaned in, capturing Felix's lips in another searing kiss. "I want you too, Lix," he whispered against Felix's mouth. "So much."

They moved together in a tangle of limbs and desire, shedding clothes and inhibitions. The feel of Felix's skin against his own was electrifying, each touch sparking a fire that burned hotter with every passing second.

Felix's hands were everywhere, exploring Jisung's body with a reverence that made Jisung's heart ache. When Felix's mouth found his nipple, teasing it with gentle flicks of his tongue, Jisung moaned, arching into the touch.

"Felix, please," Jisung gasped, his fingers digging into Felix's shoulders. "I need you."

Felix's eyes met his, dark and intense. "I've got you," he promised, his voice low and fervent. "Just let me take care of you."

Jisung nodded, surrendering himself to Felix's touch. Felix's kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of heat in their wake. When he reached Jisung's waistband, he paused, looking up for permission.

Jisung's answer was to lift his hips, helping Felix remove the last barrier between them. Felix's breath hitched at the sight of Jisung laid bare before him, vulnerable and trusting.

"You're beautiful," Felix whispered, his voice filled with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Jisung's hip. "So beautiful."

Jisung's response was a shuddering breath, his fingers threading through Felix's hair. Felix's mouth moved lower, his kisses becoming more fervent, more insistent. When he finally took Jisung in his mouth, the sensation was overwhelming.

"Felix!" Jisung gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. The pleasure was almost too much, a white-hot intensity that made his mind spin. Felix's hands held him steady, guiding him through the waves of sensation.

Felix's mouth worked with a skill that left Jisung breathless, each movement pushing him closer to the edge. When Jisung felt himself teetering on the brink, he tugged at Felix's hair, pulling him up for a kiss that was desperate and needy.

"I need you inside me," Jisung whispered against Felix's lips. "Please, Lix. I need you."

Felix's eyes darkened with desire, and he nodded, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Okay, Ji. Okay."

"Relax, Ji," Felix whispered, his voice soothing as he squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. "I don't want to hurt you."

Jisung nodded, his trust in Felix absolute. He spread his legs, opening himself up to Felix's touch. Felix's fingers were careful and deliberate as they prepared Jisung, each movement slow and controlled to ensure Jisung's comfort. The initial intrusion was met with a sharp intake of breath from Jisung, but he quickly adjusted, his body relaxing under Felix's ministrations.

Felix's free hand stroked Jisung's thigh, his touch a grounding presence. "You're doing great, Ji," he murmured, his eyes locked onto Jisung's face, watching for any sign of discomfort.

Felix moved with a deliberate slowness, the careful preparation intensifying the anticipation between them. His fingers worked gently but insistently, each touch drawing soft whimpers from Jisung. The sounds of his need filled the room, a symphony of whines and gasps that only fueled Felix’s determination to drive him wild.

“Felix, please," Jisung whimpered, his hips moving restlessly. "I can't wait anymore."

"Patience, Ji," Felix murmured, though his own voice was strained with desire. "I want you to be ready."

Jisung's response was a high-pitched whine, his back arching off the bed. "I'm ready, Lix. I need you now.”

When Felix deemed Jisung ready, he withdrew his fingers, reaching for the condom. Jisung watched him with half-lidded eyes, his anticipation building with every passing second. Felix rolled the condom on with practiced ease, applying more lube before positioning himself at Jisung's entrance.

"Ready?" Felix asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his eyes full of trust and desire. "Yes, Lix. I'm ready.".

He locked eyes with Jisung, searching for any last sign of hesitation. Seeing only desperate need reflected back at him, he pressed forward, slowly entering Jisung. The initial stretch drew a sharp cry from Jisung, his fingers clutching at Felix's shoulders, nails digging in as he adjusted to the intrusion.

The sensation was overwhelming—a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that made Jisung’s head spin. His breath hitched, his chest heaving as he struggled to accommodate Felix's size. But the discomfort was quickly overshadowed by a growing wave of pleasure, each inch driving him closer to the edge.

"Move, Lix," Jisung pleaded, his voice breaking. "Please, I need more."

Felix began to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first, giving Jisung time to adjust. But the pace quickly grew more urgent, the need to be closer, to feel more, overtaking them both. Jisung’s legs wrapped around Felix's waist, pulling him deeper, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Felix," Jisung moaned, his voice high and needy. "Oh god, you feel so good. So good."

Felix groaned in response, his movements becoming more forceful. "You're perfect. So perfect."

They moved together in a frantic rhythm, their bodies seeking an intimacy that went beyond the physical. Each thrust, each touch, was a reaffirmation of their connection, a silent promise that they were in this together. Jisung's hands roamed over Felix's back, his nails leaving red trails in their wake. Every movement, every sound, drove them both higher, their need for each other consuming them.

Jisung's whimpers turned to cries of pleasure, his body trembling with each powerful thrust. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "Lix," he gasped, his voice breaking with need. "I'm so close. Please, don't stop."

Felix’s response was a growl of determination. "I've got you, Ji. I'm not stopping."

With a final, powerful thrust, Felix drove them both over the edge. Jisung's cry of release was loud and desperate, his body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Felix followed moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he buried his face in Jisung's neck, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Felix remained inside Jisung, their breaths mingling as they held each other close, the intimacy of the moment grounding them both.

Jisung’s fingers threaded through Felix’s hair, his touch gentle, soothing. "That was..." he began, but words failed him.

"Incredible," Felix finished for him, his voice filled with awe and contentment.

They lay there in the quiet aftermath, their bodies still entangled. Jisung felt a profound sense of peace settle over him, his heart swelling with affection for the boy in his arms. Felix had become more than just a friend, more than just a comfort. He was Jisung’s anchor, his safe haven.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Felix pressed a soft kiss to Jisung’s forehead. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Jisung nodded, a contented smile on his lips. "More than okay," he replied. "That was... perfect."

Felix smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, pulling Jisung closer. "I'm glad we have each other, Ji."

"Me too, Lix," Jisung said softly, his heart full. "Me too."

They lay there in the afterglow, their bodies entwined and their hearts full. In the quiet of their hotel room, they had found something precious: a connection that went beyond words, a bond that made them feel whole.

As they drifted off to sleep, Jisung felt a sense of peace settle over him. No matter what the future held, he knew they would face it together. And that was enough.

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[blindmagdalena]

Domestic Bliss Homelander x pregnant f!reader 18+, pregnancy sex, lactation/nursing, mommy kink, fingering, dirty talk, cockwarming. Summary: During one of several tedious business meetings, Homelander receives a text from you, his pregnant wife. You're in urgent need, and he's the only man thirsty enough for the job.

can be read standalone or as a follow-up to Truly, Madly, Deeply. originally written for an anonymous request. 🖤

Rarely does Homelander feel like more of a prop than he does on days like this, where his only job is to be a physical presence in round after round of shareholder meetings. He has little to add to these monotonous conversations about percentages and brand deals, but it’s important he be present nonetheless. He is the face of Vought. Absently, he touches his ring finger. Beneath his glove, he can feel the firm band of his gold wedding ring. The corners of his mouth twitch, and for a moment, the nattering voices around him settle into a low din. Thinking of his marriage—of you—never fails to provide reprieve. A faint buzz has him picking up his phone, glancing at the screen. Decorum be damned. The brigade of suits sitting around him, each pitching some inane promotional event, are boring him out of his skull.

You're the only person who has texting privileges on this phone, and he'd much rather see what you have to say than listen to one more word from the bozos around him.

Swollen. Sore. Homelander bites his tongue, reading the simple message multiple times. He's sympathetic to your discomfort, truly, but those two small words ignite heat low in his gut. You're not even four months along, but thanks to a certain someone's fascination with your breasts, your body has been producing as if the baby has already been born. Inhaling slowly and silent, he texts back, Pump? Hate that thing, you text back immediately. He can perfectly envision your soft pout. You do a better job. Come home? The request hits him so viscerally he has to close his eyes for a moment, grip tightening on his phone. It hadn’t taken long into your pregnancy for you to suss out his little secret. What had shocked him was the effortless way you accepted him, and even encouraged him. Now here you are, pleading for it. You must be aching. His phone buzzes again. I need you. Please? "Fuck," he exhales softly, shifting in his seat. He licks his lips, tongue feeling dry and cotton-like in his mouth. Parched. When he looks back up, a few people are looking in his direction, but they quickly avert their gazes when he catches them. Glancing back down, his fingers feeling stiff with restraint, he texts back clumsily, In a meeting, interview right after. Wait for me? Can't, you text back, followed by an image. Homelander grips his armrest, his lips parting. The picture you sent him—sheer wet fabric clinging to firm nipples—makes his stomach flip ten times over.

Fuck, you are swollen. Leaking all over yourself, soaking through that sexy little night slip. Hedrags a hand over his mouth, unable to ignore the sudden aching throb between his legs, and abruptly stands, chair screeching out behind him. Every head turns his way.

"Family emergency," he lies brusquely, and before anyone amongst the dozen or so bewildered faces can attempt to question him, he's marching towards the door.

To his credit, it's an emergency to him.

After the slowest elevator ride of his fucking life, Homelander fumbles open the door to his penthouse and makes a beeline for the bedroom, where he finds you reclined in bed, propped up on a variety of pillows. You smile at him, your eyes glassy. The pregnancy has thrown your hormones all out of whack, and so the tears could be from any number of things.

Even so, you look radiant, your skin aglow, but it’s the warm relief in your eyes when you see him that truly makes this feel like heaven. He's dreamt his entire life that someone would look at him the way you do. "You came," you sigh, reaching out for him. He closes the distance in a handful of long strides, eagerly taking your hand into both of his, pressing a kiss to the top of it. "Couldn't leave my best girl in pain, could I?" He asks, swallowing dryly.

Fuck, the smell of you alone is enough to overwhelm him. His mouth is beginning to water. "I’m sorry, I know you’re busy today," you say, lifting your hand to touch the side of his face, thumb stroking along his cheek. "I felt really alone, and I can't stand up, and these stupid things." You gesture helplessly to your chest. Homelander slips his gloves off and drops them onto the night stand, kneeling on the bed. “Sshhh, don't be sorry,” he dismisses, bringing your hand up to his cheek. Your touch, your voice, your words, every ounce of you is like a drug to him. He turns his face into your palm, kissing it reverently. “I was ready to blow my fucking brains out in that meeting.” You laugh, the sound of it like music to his ears.

"This is your fault, you know," you tell him affectionately, watching him nuzzle into your palm like an overgrown cat.

"Pretty sure it's our fault," he says, moving his other hand to caress the barely-beginning swell of your belly through your night dress. "Takes two to dance the horizontal tango," he purrs, lifting his brows. "Mm-mm," you disagree, grasping his wrist and gliding his hand up from your stomach to your chest. His gaze drops to follow the slide of his hand, his heart beating rapidly, like the wings of a bird. "This is your fault. The more I think about you, the heavier they get. It's all for you." With your guidance, he cups your breast. His eyelids flicker heavily, wanting to sink into the feeling. It's warm and supple in his palm. No matter how many times this happens, he doubts he'll ever lose the awe it strikes in him.

That you would allow him this forbidden thing without judgment feels unreal, and despite your words, despite your endless encouragement, it always feels like he is stealing something that does not belong to him. The way he says your name is gentle, strained. He wants so badly, he is immediately consumed by it.

Obligingly, you hook your fingers on the soft fabric of your night slip and drag it down until you feel the cool air on your damp skin, breasts exposed. He watches with rapt attention, subconsciously leaning forward. You stop him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Undress for me," you tell him, your own breath coming in shallow little bursts. Not only being commanded by you, but seeing you as affected as he is puts an urgency into his movements, has him yanking loose the chest piece of his suit with added fervency. His belt hits the floor with a heavy thud. It's joined shortly by his boots, and then his pants. Once nude, he wastes no time moving back into the bed, kneeling between your legs. You open your arms to him. It's like being beckoned forth by a goddamn angel. "Christ, you're beautiful," he murmurs, leaning over you. You thread your fingers into his hair once he's near enough, drawing him down into a kiss. He meets you readily, licking into your mouth, pent up hunger and arousal spilling into the way he kisses you. You keen softly into his mouth when he cups his hand to the side of your breast and thumbs your nipple in slow, coaxing circles. "Darling," you gasp, arching into him. "Don't tease me. Please. I need... I need relief," you plead, giving his hair a desperate little tug.

He moans, the needy sweetness of your voice making his cock throb. He follows the direction you pull him until he's level with your chest. He swallows dryly, licking his lips. He's never been so thirsty in his life.

You smell faintly of soap and of the coconut oil you moisturize with. He feels almost dizzy with anticipation as he opens his mouth. He closes his eyes and finally seals his lips over your nipple, holding you still with both hands on your ribs. The sound you make is a mix of relief and exquisite agony, an overstimulation that has you fisting his hair with one hand, cradling him close while you push at his shoulder with the other, like you can't decide if you want him to stop, or never let you go. Meanwhile, Homelander barely notices. The second he has his lips on you, he's sucking slow and gentle, coaxing the flow with presses of his tongue. Milk rushes warm into his mouth, milder and sweeter than any he's tasted before. He moans softly into your skin, and sinks further down, mindful not to put too much weight on you, but eager to feel as much of you against him as possible. The more he drinks, the more unambiguously pleased your noises become. Alongside the sweet tangy smell of your milk, he can smell the heat of your arousal deepening, hear the pulse of your cunt squeezing around nothing while he drinks his fill.

Knowing that this excites you like this affects him beyond words, turns him into something primal, where there is nothing but hunger.

Homelander takes mercy on you, slipping a hand down between your thighs. You shiver when he strokes two fingers along your pussy, where you're just as wet and warm.

"Yes," you moan eagerly, already subtly rocking your hips. "Mmm, god, please. Make me come, baby." His eyes nearly roll back into his skull, but he keeps hold of himself and obliges you, slipping one finger into the velvet soft warmth of your cunt, followed shortly by another. Your body quivers around his fingers, slick and impossibly hot. His cock gives a needy throb, but he's too focused on you. With a wet pop, he pulls off your nipple, licking his lips messily. Nowhere near satiated, he turns his attention to the opposite breast. He drags his tongue over the firm jut of it, reveling in the sensitized noises you make, and the way it makes your pussy quiver around his fingers. He crooks them inside you, dragging them in and out in a building pace he can feel you unraveling with.

Lifting his head, Homelander props himself up to watch you. This he knows he will never have enough of. Witnessing, smelling, tasting your pleasure on all levels, all of it belonging to him alone. "That's it," he rasps, tipping his head back slightly, watching you through heavily lidded eyes. "That's it, sweetheart. Make you feel so good, don't I? Look at you, so goddamn perfect. Taste so fucking sweet. Eyes open, that's it. Look at me. Good, good... Look at me when you come." You do, you hold his gaze even as your body locks up around his fingers, your lips falling open on a silent cry. He finger fucks you through every second of it, leaning down to suck at your neglected breast, wringing another shuddering moan from you as he drinks you in.

Your walls convulse deliciously, making him wish it was his cock buried deep inside you. He swears he can taste your orgasm in the flavor of you, endorphins flooding your system and making even richer what was already so fucking good. He moans lewdly against your skin, his fingers gradually slowing as your orgasm fades. His own arousal is thunderous in his body, a dull ache that's since grown into a demanding pound. When you whisper breathlessly, "I want you inside me. I want your cock," he feels it like a punch to his gut.

Never one to disappoint, Homelander withdraws his fingers and lifts himself up to grip the base of his cock, stroking it once to spread your wetness on it, holding it steady as he lines himself up.

He teases you with just the head of his cock at first, watching as the fat head of it slides in and out of you. He groans low in his throat at the way your pussy feels so fucking eager to take him, the quivering heat of it practically pulling him inside. You reach out and cradle his head, pulling him back to your chest. He complies, taking your breast right back into his mouth, the right side still plenty full for him.

"Mmm, ohhh, god... Feels so good. You feel so good. Gonna make mommy come again," you croon, stroking his hair.

Homelander keens at that, holding you by the hips. He ceases his teasing, sinking deeper into you with every thrust. He quickly adapts a steady pace, holding your legs hitched up around his waist.

Despite the fervor of his pleasure, he's never been more careful with you than he has since he made a mother of you. He can already feel the tethers holding him coming unbound, that mounting pressure at the base of his spine rapidly building in intensity. "Mmm, just like that, baby," you gasp, arching your back, pushing against his mouth, riding the perfect angle his cock is drilling into you. Cradling his head with one hand, you reach down into the sparse space between your bodies and stroke deft circles over your clit.

He can feel how close you are in the quiver of your pussy. He thrusts faster, desperate to push you over the edge before he loses his own composure. He swirls his tongue over your nipple, sucking greedily at you, careful not to waste a drop. He's doing to give just as good as he gets.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm close, I'm—" You can't finish the thought, too overwhelmed by sensation, by the heat of his mouth and the pound of his cock. Feeling your orgasm clamp down on him, Homelander loses it with a final thrust. He sees stars when he comes, releasing your breast with a loud moan, both of your bodies locking up against one another as he spills his load inside you, wave after wave of white hot heat filling you up until you can't take anymore, and it starts dripping out around his cock. Your orgasm squeezes him fucking tight, wrings him of every last drop of his release. By the time the onslaught of pleasure ends, you're both shaking in the aftermath of it. Homelander moves gingerly onto his side, pulling you in against him. He kisses you, needy for you even now, even if all you can manage in return is languid movements and tired little sighs.

Nothing is ever enough for him, and yet you never seem to run out of yourself to give. You settle into a mess of warm limbs, all those different scents and sensations melding into one singular experience between your entangled bodies. He doesn't pull out, reveling too much in the warmth of your body around his spent cock. You fall asleep like that, nestled in the circle of his arms while he absently strokes a hand up and down your back, savoring the feel of you pressed against him. Even in your sleep, you cling to him.

This desperation that he has always felt, this bottomless void that no one seemed to have love enough for, finally satiated by the touch of someone who somehow needs it just as badly as he does. Lover. Wife. Mother of his child. Closing his eyes, he listens. Eventually, he is also lulled to sleep by the beat of not one heart, but two.

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

"You're set free..."

Word count | 2653

⚠️ Warnings | Satanic subject matter. TW for guns, murder ghouls, blood, injuries, violence, and death (implied).

Plot Summary: It's initiation day at the Ministry and Terzo is welcoming the newest group and leading them in their first unholy sermon. A Christian rat from a neighbouring church is sent to kill him, but realizes too late that his body guards are not exactly human and they are very protective...

A/N: I thought of this on the train yesterday, I didn't expect it to be so long but I hope it's somewhat enjoyable to read!! 🖤 xo Emery

It was no secret that the Ministry of Ghost was an ambiguous topic for many of the townsfolk. Some often thought of them as a branch of the Church. Some thought of them as a type of religious cemetery – worshipping the dead and helping to guide lost souls to the other side. Some thought they were a group of creative LARP extremists who decided to live out their fantasies in the previously abandoned ancient church that sat on the edge of the town limits.

None of these ideas or thoughts would be considered wrong, for the Ministry is whatever you need it to be. For those who turn to them in search of salvation and redemption will always find it and much more.

The Ministry held a unique standpoint with the neighbouring Churches. For most of the year tensions were low. Discourse and disagreements were quiet, settled through written correspondences. One left the other to their own devices for the most part. However, there was always an uproar of displeasure when the Abbey held their initiation day.

The Clergy would never try to hide when it was; printing a section in the newspapers, and posted dates on flyers spread around the town encouraging all those who wish to be a part of something more to come and explore what they had to offer. For Terzo, it was his favourite day. Always eager to be the first face the new initiates met. His charm and charisma often won over the masses within minutes.

A new initiation day was just around the corner. Terzo was in his office reviewing the applications with great fervor. It was his responsibility to guide these impressionable and naive people towards a better life, one not bound by the strict rules and conditions of the God they thought they knew. Once they swore into the Ministry, Terzo took it upon himself to help make sure they found a job most suited to their interests and abilities.

A knock on his office door was heard before Sister Imperator made her entrance.

“It’s nice to see you finally working and not off galavanting with that ghoul of yours.”

Terzo smiled, his fangs peeking through. “Oh we plan to later, Sister. Thanks for your concern.”

She rolled her eyes and moved to the plush armchair that sat on the opposite side of his large wooden desk.

“How does it look this time? Any concerns?”

“Not at the moment, no. There’s a lot of women of course, which is always a blessing. A few more men this time as well, I’m sure the ghoulettes will be happy to have some fresh meat around here.” He flipped through the pages, making small notes as he went along.

“That’s good. If any of them cause trouble, I suppose the ghouls haven’t had a good hunt for a while. I’m sure some of them would enjoy a chase through the forest after being cooped up in here for so long. They worry me sometimes you know? How feral some of them can be. Are you sure they’re safe to be present during this important occasion?”

Terzo immediately stopped his browsing and set the papers down to look at her. “Sister. I would trust my ghouls with my life. They are fiercely loyal. I will not have you question my ability to control them.”

She just scoffed and rolled her eyes before standing. “I don’t want another incident.”

“You won’t get one. There’s a reason the new summons aren’t allowed near the chapel on initiation days. Being chosen to protect me during a service is a great privilege, and one that has to be earned over time.”

Sister nodded and said no more on the topic as she left to get ready for the night’s festivities.

The Abbey really came to life during this time of year. The autumn leaves of the tree’s turning shades of yellow, golden, and green. The chill in the air set the tone just right. The bare branches poking out along the walkway made the gothic church look picturesque in the moonlight.

The stained glass windows flickering as images of the Emeritus brothers in their Papal attire were lit by the many candles burning inside. All the Siblings of Sin chosen to help with this momentous occasion lined the path, guiding the newcomers to the front doors dressed in their best habits and dark makeup. 

Terzo awaited at the top of the front steps, he was always excited to meet new people. It was the one thing he sorely missed about not being on tour anymore. He loved interacting with the crowd and seeing new faces every night. When the new initiates began to walk slowly up the path, he may have let out a giggle of excitement, a smile never leaving his face but remaining his charming self.

To his left and right were his two most protective bodyguards. Standing proud like statues in their old uniforms from Secondo’s days. They didn’t appear in their full ghoulish form, instead they were a normal acceptable human height (although neither Alpha or Omega could glamour themselves to be less than 6’2” without it being quite uncomfortable).

Their piercing violet and ember eyes intensely watched over those entering the sanctuary from behind their black masks. Ensuring the safety of the Siblings, the Clergy and of course, Terzo was their biggest priority and greatest achievement.

The group of newcomers walked up the stairs and past the ghouls, Terzo shaking hands and welcoming each and every one of them with a warm appreciation for coming. Most took a look at the ghouls and thought they were there as a deterrent to ward off unwanted visitors, no more than static, spooky gargoyles.

However, one man in particular stood in front of Alpha and studied him intensely. The ghoul never once directly acknowledging him, still focused on surveying the rest, but letting out a low growl that sounded like crackling embers as his eyes moved slowly scanning the crowd. 

The man was in his mid 40s, not the fittest but not heavy. His hair was cut short, the grey streaks becoming prominent around the sides and within his short beard. He was not a large man either, only standing about 5’8”, yet both ghouls sensed he was capable of something sinister.

Saying nothing, he scoffed and walked through the open double doors past the others without acknowledging Terzo in the slightest.

Once the last soul passed through the doors, the Siblings trailed in behind before returning to their previous duties. The two ghouls followed them in, making sure to scan the grounds for threats before locking the doors.

The congregation made their way into the chapel, finding a seat in the pews waiting for the sermon to start. Some spoke softly to their new friends, some were taking in the unconventional decor. Each window showcasing one of the brothers, starting from Papa Nihil whose likeness was displayed closest to the front.

As they faced the stage, behind the altar was the largest window of them all. Elegantly designed in shades of red black and orange, the dark one himself prayed over those before him with arms open wide. The room was lit with a wide arrangement of black and red candles on the most beautiful gothic candle holders. At the back was a grand piano and an assortment of instruments.

The chapel doors were always left open during dark mass to allow any passerby’s to join if they so wished. Today was no exception. Alpha and Omega once again emerged to stand guard at their respective sides of the stage before Terzo appeared and stood before the altar, causing the initiates to rise.

“Oh! Please do sit down, you’ve walked a long way. You all must be very tired. Please sit.” He gestured for his prospects to take a seat with a kind smile.

“The walkway is long, no?”

This earned a quiet chuckle.

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your night to come join us. We are very happy that you are here. Let me just begin by saying, this will be a very different experience than anything you have ever imagined. The doors are always open to leave at any time. This is the idea our Ministry is based on, the ability to make your own decisions. Free will.”

He paused, scanning the crowd.

“Free will is what we teach here. It is what so many of us only think we have. When in all reality, you do not. I know many of you have lost faith in the idea of this so-called ‘God’ and are here looking for answers. I cannot guarantee you answers, but I can guarantee we will help you find whatever it is you seek. All of your truths, questions, and desires can be found within these walls. You need only ask for them.”

It was Omega’s turn to find the suspicious man in the crowd. The grey haired man sat alone in the 3rd pew from the back. Glancing around he looked almost disgusted at the others eagerly listening to Terzo’s speech. To him they looked like hopeless children desperately begging for someone to lead them into the light. Omega’s pointed ear twitched under his hood at the sound of the man’s low scoff and his eyes were drawn immediately to where he sat.

“The Ministry of Ghost has been a lot of things for a lot of people. That’s the beauty of it. We do not operate off a book. There are rules but they are for the safety of those who choose to devote themselves to our cause. They are not there to decide what is right or wrong, they are not there to deny you what you yearn for. Let this be your first day of light. Let this be your first day of being who you were truly meant to be without fear of sin or abandonment. Let this Ministry guide you and let you give in to what you only dreamed was possible. 

“This is a chance to be reborn, to give your soul a new life in the light of Lucifer. Lucifer who is not the devil everyone fears. He is the devil who holds your hand through your toughest battles and protects fiercely his loyal companions. He gives you the ability to make things happen without fear of damnation. He will not shun you or cast you aside for your sins, he will embrace and encourage you to take control of your life knowing he is the force that made you be.”

There was nodding amongst the majority as Terzo projected such safety and passion. His willingness to help washing over them like a safety blanket as they started to finally see what they truly wanted. What they truly needed and had been denying themselves for too long.

This was the breaking point for that one gentleman.

“You are demon worshippers. Nothing but a no good satanic cult, and this just proves it!” He stood and yelled, his voice echoing off the chapel walls and up into the tall ceiling.

Normally bodyguards would be at the ready at such a display of aggression, but the two ghouls stood stoic and still, never even flinching. Terzo was also not phased in the slightest as he stepped away from the altar and started speaking to the troubled man directly.

“I can see you are troubled with what we have spoken about here today. It’s okay if you aren’t ready to submit to the will of the dark saviour just yet, he appreciates you–”

“Enough with the lies! Enough with poisoning the minds of these god fearing people!” The man starts to address the crowd. “Can’t you see that this is wrong? How can you all be okay with eternal damnation? An eternity in the fiery pits of Hell. An eternity of service at this… demons will!” He pointed towards Terzo, who had to fight back a laugh.

“I assure you sir, I am no demon. I am no more or less than any of those among us here tonight.”

The gentleman’s anger raged on as he became more unstable. “You are a demon. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Spewing nothing but deception and sin.” He reached into his pocket and looked around to find all eyes were on him. “I will prove you are not of this Earth. You were created by the devil himself.”

A small gun was drawn and pointed in Terzo’s direction, yet his ghouls once again never moved from their places, although their senses were on high alert. Being ghoul’s they were able to sense and notice things a lot quicker than the average human, but still were waiting for orders to do anything other than stand at Terzo’s side.

“There is no reason for such anger, my son. There’s no need for such hate. Is this what your God has taught you? Unfortunately you are not ready to receive the unholy blessing, the doors that were open to welcome you are now closed.”

Terzo slowly looked over his shoulder to Omega, who used his Quintessence to get into the troubled man's mind and force him to drop the gun, never moving from his position at Terzo’s right hand side. The man's arm was pinned at his side, Omega simply turning his head looking for his next command.

“What…. What trickery is this?!”

“No trickery. You just got it wrong, mio fratello. I am no demon, but there are demons who walk among us. Demons that are willing to do whatever I command without question or hesitation. Demons that are here to serve as our loyal friends and protectors from people like you.”

As Terzo spoke, the two ghouls rose to their full height, their ghoulish form still obstructed but were unnaturally tall. Their eyes glowed aggressively through the eye sockets of their masks, their tails revealed along with their long claws and fangs extended that put vampires to shame.

“You are all going to Hell. They will find out and they will–”

“Who said they would find out?”

Omega’s mental hold on the man ceased and he stumbled forward before turning around to run through the doors of the chapel. Terzo gave a slight nod and both ghouls pounced after him, never once grazing those who were nearby. They knocked the man to the floor with loud growls, their claws eagerly latching onto his back.

“Ah-ah! Alpha, not inside please.”

The ghoul was about to rip into the man's throat before recoiling to look at Terzo and nodding in acknowledgement. Settling for digging his claws further into the naysayers back, hoisting him up by his ribcage and skillfully avoiding puncturing his lung as he carried his bleeding body out the doors.

Omega followed close behind, his quintessence shutting the door so the rest could finish their initiation. In their stead, Chain and Earth stood dutifully.

“I’m sorry you all had to see that. You are not in any danger here. The ghouls are normally very approachable and kind.” Terzo cleared his throat nervously.

“While you live within this Ministry, you will never have to look over your shoulder or run in fear. I hope this unfortunate situation was a testament to that. The ghouls are bound to serve us, and do so quite happily. Please treat them as your friends, turn to them if you have issues. They are not to be feared but make no mistake, they are still born of Hell and deserve to be respected as such. Your false prophet gives you no such protectors. Now come, let this dark blessing be the first actions of true free will.”

Terzo opened his arms to welcome them all. Lining up for their first unholy sacrament as the screams of the true sinner were heard off in the distance.

[jadedwolf18-blog]

OoooK! So, I apparently still have some angst I need to get out before I’m ready for to write the fluff in Mini Phantom Adventures… this is a long one, about 8 1/4 pages on my word document at size 12 font😅

And a note: I’m leaning into a creepy fun kind of unhinged for Danny in this but also their protective obsession which will bleed into possessiveness of those they deem theirs and those under their protection such as all liminals, since they fall under Danny’s jurisdiction as King of the Infinite Realms. Danny still has self depreciation issues and tends to disassociate at times on top of laughing due to stress and anxiety.

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

5. 

I Started a Joke

Song by Bee Gees 

—————

Young & Broken

Song by Cash and Maverick

*****

Danny looked at their cup in shock, this was the best coffee they’d had since… Well, they supposed it’s the first non-ecto contaminated coffee they’d had since leaving Amity Park but it was better than anything they had, that wasn’t made by themself and compared to instant coffee it was to die for. Giggling to themself and trying to ignore the way many people were making an effort to avoid them as they continued down the sidewalk, making a note to buy some of the coffee beans the cafe had to offer on their way home.

Making their way to the studio, Danny made note of the area, now a little more alert with a coffee in hand. It was a nice shopping strip with all types of family owned businesses and entertainment. Spotting an arcade nearby and an occult shop towards the end of the strip, an add for little red duck candle that promised a tranquility caught their eye. ‘Maybe I’ll check it out another day, make sure there’s nothing real or cursed.’ 

Mourning the the fact their coffee was finished, Danny tossed the cup into a bin and made their way into the studio. Pretending not to see the flinch or sense the fear from the person behind the check in desk. Once Danny had booked a studio room, they bade their way down the hallway and paused when their ghost sense went off. With a sigh they continued, hoping they wouldn’t need to fight.

Entering the room, Danny came face to face with a girl, not much younger than themself. Her florescent yellow hair was in the classic tight bun and her red leotard had an ecto-green splash across her chest. Her skin was an ashen grey while her face was slashed and oozed green. Despite her appearance, Danny felt no ill will, just pain, grief and betrayal. Holding out their hand to her, Danny sent a wave of comfort, acceptance and condolences. “Do you wish to go home?” 

At her silent nod, Danny waved his hand and opened a portal to the Infinite Realms, making sure it was near their Keep, someone would be there to guid her to her new haunt. Their core clenched as the portal closed, a silent ‘Thank you. King Phantom.’ slipping through. 

With a shake and hop, Danny got to setting up their speaker and selecting their ‘Deal with it’ playlist they’d put together for when they started to disassociate with the reality around them. Especially now that they were back where it all started. Jazz had been the one to suggest it, back when they were a freshly adopted traumatized kid who had just discovered they liked dance and gymnastics. 

Of course back then it was the ‘express yourself’ playlist that had been encouraged by the social worker handling their case. No one had known where Danny had come from and Danny themself had pretended to have amnesia, it also helped that they had been essentially mute for a year and a half after that, they had refused to acknowledge the reason while denying the truth. Danny hadn’t wanted to think about it… that is until they turned fourteen and it happened again… only this time the added ectoplasm caused some kind of reaction and they became the towns unwanted hero.

Danny sat down to swap their Vans for their dance shoes, glancing between their custom eco-green and black point shoes and their black and silver split toe jazz shoes, they opted for jazz as they were comfortable and they knew they would be dancing more than just ballet today. Besides, with the mood they were in they knew this session would end in blisters and blood, if they went barefoot… they wound’t heal quick enough, not to leave smears on the floor, the shoes would help prevent that.

Once their shoes were secure they pressed play on their phone and settled into their usual warmup stretches and simple beginning routine. 

“I started a joke

Which started the whole world crying”

“But I didn't see

That the joke was on me, oh no”

Halfway through their routine, they sensed a little shadow watching, curios as to why this little liminal was watching them, they paid them no mind. They weren’t bothering them and Danny felt nothing but cautious curiosity and wary admiration. There was empathy too, which Danny chose to ignore, they hoped that whatever they saw in their movements… was only a fraction of what they had gone through in the past. 

Danny wouldn’t wish their past on anyone, let alone someone who radiated such child like innocence like the Little Shadow. There was also strength and well hidden pain but they truly hoped the liminal’s past was nothing like their own.

*****

Sitting up, from her stretch, Cass gave a silent giggle at the chaos in the group chat. She had to admit that the person in the photo, greatly, resembled Tim but she could still see the difference in posture and stance, even through the still image. 

While Tim was constantly wary and sleep deprived he still held himself strait with the ingrained posture all old money and upper class families seemed determined to uphold. Bruce was the same, as was Damien. 

Another thing she noted from the image was that the person, despite their over all confidence in their hazy state, did not appear cocky. They were powerful and knew it, powerful enough to allow their mind to wonder in a city known for its high crime rate and Rogue attacks, sure in their abilities. 

She doubted her siblings would have seen what she did in that one photo. Tim would never allow himself to be that unaware, he knew there was always the chance someone could take him off guard, especially if he was out as a ‘civilian’.

This look alike stood tall and proud, even with the exhaustion clear in the haze of their eyes, but it was more reminiscent of Jason. Someone who had trained to be in the public eye but had that confidence and slightly rough edge of someone who was not born to power but clawed their way up to a high position. But unlike Jason, this person did not have a perpetually confrontational stance, no, their stance reminded her of a relaxed Superman.

Sending a brief message on her findings from the image, she put her phone away as it blew up with messages and stood up to continue stretching. Just as she bent down to grab her ankles something bright green flickered in the corner of her eye, the same green she had seen in the photo. She finished her stretches before gathering her stuff and silently going in search of the person who had, unknowingly, stirred her siblings into a panic.

“I started to cry

Which started the whole world laughing

Oh, if I'd only seen

That the joke was on me”

After peeking into each studio room, she finally found him, she was surprised to see them going through the basic ballet stances, she remained hidden as she watched. She was also surprised they had chosen this particular room. Studio six and subsequently studios five and seven were avoided ever since a promising Prima Ballerina was found murdered a few months ago. 

“I looked at the skies

Running my hands over my eyes

And I fell out of bed

Hurting my head from things that I'd said”

“'Til I finally died

Which started the whole world living”

The killer was caught and Cass herself had investigated but she didn’t sense anything malicious, so she left it alone. Even though it had been cleaned and refurbished, the other dancers steered clear of the rooms, many would swear that they sometimes heard music coming from studio six. She did not discount their claims, ghost were real after all, Deadman, Secret and many others were proof of that but if they didn’t cause trouble why instigate it? It was the same reasoning she had when she chose to not inform the other Bats about the possible haunting of her favoured studio.

“Oh, if I'd only seen

That the joke was on me”

“I looked at the skies

Running my hands over my eyes

And I fell out of bed

Hurting my head from things that I'd said

'Til I finally died

Which started the whole world living”

She watched, entranced, as this new mystery moved with quiet grace and strength, finding the choice of song rather morbid, especially given this rooms recent history but it seemed fitting as she continued to analyse their movements. Their emotion set free with each step, twirl, bend and leap. She had the urge to join them, if only to let them know they were not alone. Just by watching, she knew, something in their past was similar to hers. She wanted to know more about them.

*****

“Oh, if I'd only seen, oh yeah

That the joke was on me, oh no

That the joke was on me

Oh, no, no, no”

Coming to the end of their routine, Danny timed their next moves so their last pirouette, when they came to a stop and did their dramatic back bend, had them lock eyes with their Little Shadow hiding by the door way. They watched as she startled, sea blue eyes wide in shock, at having been noticed. She seemed to be around their age.

Soundlessly, Danny straightened and stretched like a cat as they turned to face the Little Shadow fully. She was watching them intently and Danny felt her caution flare as she stepped fully into view, tilting her head to the side as she studied them. 

With a nod and tilt of their own head, they settled into a resting stance as the next song began, letting her be. Danny stepped into the role of Odette as she transforms in front of the prince for the first time, glancing at the Little Shadow as they extended their hand in her direction. There’s a well hidden hesitation but as they continue the dance. They are pleasantly surprised, when she flawlessly steps into the role of the prince, having expected her to follow in Odette’s routine or that of another swan. 

It should have been awkward with the slight hight difference but her shorter stature did not stop her from lifting them with surprising strength, granted they were lighter than the average male their age should be. The Little Shadow had not known to account for that though and almost lost balance but recovered quickly enough that by the next step they were back in time with the music.

Through out the dance they observed each other, assessing, Danny noted she was a fighter, her movement precise and calculated, she’d had some form of martial arts training. Sifting through her emotions they noted that the wary caution was still present and they were glad, it would not do well for the Little Shadow to be so trusting, even if she could fight.

The dance continued and Danny could feel the happy, amused and intrigued emotions overlaying the the others and sensing the hidden strength and loyalty, decided to further her intrigued and put a bit of trust in her. On their next spin they allowed themself to float and did the next few steps in the air before coming down on the next spin, grinning at the look of shock on her face. 

*****

Cass recovered quickly and continued, steps never faltering, she went through each step as the song neared its finale. She had learned a lot during the dance and was mildly alarmed by how light they were, even Tim was heavier than they were. Putting her concern aside she focused on the other things she’d noticed… They were trained and their muscles slim but developed. They are a meta of some kind though she wondered if they weren’t somethings else, something other, their skin was so pale and eyes the lights and brightest blue she’d ever seen and she’d seen many blue eyes. 

They had also been assessing her just as intently as she had them, they had noticed her when even those in her family had trouble doing so. She had also taken note of some of the scars she could see, many looked similar to those of her own and many other heroes.

Some… some looked like they had been done surgically, she also noted the slight bit of concealer on their face and chest.

They should be characterised as a possible threat but… all she got from them was power, yes… but also safety and someone you could trust. She had been raised to see the motive in every movement and so far all she’s seen has lead her to trust him… at least as a friend for now and perhaps an ally in the future. They had given her the choice by revealing some of their power and she was a Bat through and through. It was a known fact that Bats had to know everything. 

Once the song ended they turned to each other, she was the first to break the silence as she held out her hand. “Cass.”

Their grin brightened just a bit, and she caught site of a pair of what seemed like fangs, as they replied. “Danny.”

She watched as their eyes trailed down to where she could feel her turtleneck had slipped down to reveal the scar across her throat. She let them look and was surprised when they stepped closer but did not reach for her. Instead their hand went up to their own throat and wiped away the concealer. Catching her eye they held up their hand and when she glanced at it, all she could do was mimic the sign… “Same.”

Locking her gaze with theirs she felt something click, there was someone who understood… her family were great and supportive and understanding, going so far as to learn sign language and teach her how to communicate but… they did not know the full extent of how it felt… how it feels. 

A slow movement caught her attention, Danny clearly telegraphed their intention as a soft hand cupped her cheek, a thumb wiped away the tear she hadn’t noticed before they stepped back. Heading over to their phone, a new song started and they once again held out their hand. A grin on their face. “Care to dance?”

She didn’t hesitate to take their hand this time as they spun her to them before letting her twirl out as the lyrics began. 

“Not a lot of people like me 'round my town

No one ever really sees when you fall down”

She gave a silent laugh and a smile as they laughed out loud and she followed them into an impromptu routine.

“Don't let nobody tell you

Just how to run your life

'Cause we already know it”

*****

Danny was having fun, they had not expected the way this session had gone but they were glad with this turn of events. They had found a kindred spirit in this liminal Little Shadow. They felt a surge of rage towards whoever had put her through that but she seemed well taken care of so her current family must be good people. They were amazed that she still had so much innocence in her, that did not mean she was naive, no but she was not jaded like he was.  

“(We're young and we're broken, yeah yeah)

We're young and we're broken”

And that spoke well of those who took her in after it all.

*****

Cass was smiling as she stepped into the Manor, she ignored the questions from her brothers, asking why she missed dinner as she headed down to the cave. She would let them do their own investigations. She was making a friend and if her theory was correct… well perhaps it was selfish but she did not want to share them with the family just yet…

*****

Danny whistled as they made their way home, they had picked up some high quality coffee beens from Macabre Roast, as well as a few of those duck candles. Turns out the little occult shop was owned by a liminal who worked as a medium.

She had recognised them the moment they stepped into the shop, they had a pleasant conversation and Danny was happy to know she knew not to keep anything truly dangerous in her shop, considering Gotham’s reputation it was a smart decision.

They had almost made it to their haunt when they felt that tug again, looking to the sky they didn’t see anything but they felt it getting further away. Another tug coming from another direction made itself known, this one tainted and angry but drenched in so much pain. 

Danny wondered how many liminals were in this city. Closing their eyes they spread out their senses, feeling little flickers. Danny frowned, they had been here for almost a week and had yet to be approached by the city spirit, hadn’t even felt them. They had not wanted to pressure Gotham’s protector spirit into meeting them but it was odd that they had yet to meet their King, especially since Danny had flared their aura to let them know they were entering Gotham. Danny was beginning to worry for them and planned to seek them out on Saturday. 

Looking out at the cloudy sky they caught sight of the bat signal and promptly picked up speed, swinging their bag with a giggle and a sigh. 

*****

Danny’s head snapped in the direction of the lounge, they had just finished getting dressed and was not planning on entertaining petty thieves, with a sigh they made their way to the main living area. They grabbed their own version of the creep-stick as they entered the hallway, swinging it over their shoulder as well as the gun filled with knockout glass. 

Upon entering the living area they froze in shock, they had expected some sort of  criminal… Not an unconscious bat on their balcony. Putting down their weapons they headed for the sliding glass doors and slid them open. Danny quickly dropped to their knees to look him over for any visible wounds, wincing at he cut they found on the back of his head. Looking over the uniform they concluded it was the oldest bird, Nightwing.

Unsure of what to do, and not really wanting to attract the attention of the Bats, but not wanting to leave the bird out in the open… Danny huffed and brought the bird inside and deposited him on their couch. Deciding it would be best to alert the Bats that he was fine, Danny checked his ears and found the comm, holding it up to their own own ear they could hear the frantic voices of the others.

Taking a deep breath and biting down a giggle, Danny brought the earpiece closer and spoke up. “Hello?”

The comm fell silent for a moment before a deep rumbling voice spoke up. “Who is this? Where is Nightwing?”

Danny tamped down the urge to laugh and took another breath. ‘At least he didn’t immediately accuse me of doing something to the bird.’ “My name is Danny, Nightwing fell onto my balcony and is currently unconscious.” Cursing the waver in their voice, they took another breath and continued. “Brought him into my apartment, he’s currently on my coach. I-I can treat the basic injuries until you get here. His head is bleeding sluggishly and he may have a concussion. I can’t tell if he’s injured anywhere else because of his suit…”

There was silence for a beat and then, “Thank you for your help… I’ll be sending someone to pick him up.”

Danny panicked and before batman could end the conversation they spoke up. “Wait!… Who are you sending? I’m… I haven’t been to Gotham since I was a child, so I’m not familiar with the current heroes… Who… Who are you sending?”

Once again there was silence. Danny waited for an answer, they did not want to accidentally hand the vigilante to an enemy. “Spoiler is closest, she wears an all purple suit with yellow accents.”

It must have been Danny’s imagination but the Batman almost sounded comforting despite the gravely voice he used. “Oh, ok. I live in an apartment overlooking Robinson Park. I’ll put a green blanket on the balcony.”

With that Danny quickly set the comm back in Nightwing’s ear and went to get the first aid kit and their bright green glow in the dark blanket, going out to place it on their outdoor lounger, then got to work patching up Nightwing’s head wound. 

Not even a minute after they finished, there was a knock on their sliding door and the sound of it opening, on instinct they grabbed their gas gun and pointed it at the intruder. They were quick to hold up their hands and Danny took the chance to look them over… they were covered in purple from head to toe, taking in the prominent purple bat on her chest and the bright yellow accents… Danny lowered the gun and put the safety on before placing it on the coffee table and rubbing the back of their head with a nervous giggle.

“Sorry about that… It’s not loaded with bullets if that helps?… I use knockout gas, gives me time to tie them up and call the the cops or local authorities… I’ve had one since I was a kid, the person who used to look after me before my… sperm donor took over, gave me my first one incase I ever needed it. Was one of the only things I got when I returned to Gotham.” ‘Shut up Danny! Don’t go give a damned Bat your life story!’ Danny cut themself off with a strained laugh and stepped away from the unconscious vigilante.

Spoiler had yet to say a word as she stared at Danny, feeling self-conscious they pulled their turtle neck up to cover their face up to their nose. The movement got spoiler to move but her gaze dropped to their stomach where the bottom of the scar on Danny’s torso could be seen. 

Deciding to get things moving Danny used their other hand to pull their shirt down and cleared their throat as they shifted their feet. “Do… Do you need help?… Getting him down, I mean…” 

Danny watched as Spoiler seemed to shake herself out of her stupor. “Nah, I’ve got the idiot, thanks for the assist and uh… for not looking under his mask.”

Relaxing slightly Danny let go of their shirt and cocked their hip. “Oh? And how do you know I didn’t?”

“The masks have camera’s, our tech support was watching.” She shot back as she slung Nightwing over her shoulder like she was used to it. ‘She probably was.’ They thought.

“Heh, hahaha… That’s… not disturbing at all… Welp, glad I could help and please tell the blue bird to stop acting like his names sake. I’m not gonna help him the next time he face plants my balcony door… I’m not sure if that’s what knocked him out or the nasty bump on his head…” Danny giggled with nerves as they waited for the purple vigilante to leave.

Spoiler snorted and gave them a salute before adjusting Nightwing and taking off with her grapple.

Once Danny was sure she was gone they slumped and went to collect their blanket and shut the sliding doors. Closing the blackout curtains they tidied up and put everything away. They picked up the gas gun and paused, it’s true their caretaker had given one to them, just before she disappeared, but it was a proper, loaded, gun. 

“Use it Danny, if you are ever in a situation where you feel unsafe… use it! You don’t have to kill, just wound them enough to run.” Danny was three and hadn’t truly understood but had never forgotten. She disappeared the next day. And they move a week later. It wasn’t until Danny was four that he understood but unfortunately they no longer had the gun… 

That man had found it… after that… Danny shuddered and put the gun back in its hiding place as they brought their creep stick to their room and rested it against the night stand. After taking a deep breath, Danny face planted their pillow and screamed, the scream tapered off into laughter as tears soaked their pillow. 

Day five in Gotham and they’ve only stepped out of the house twice… the first ended in a breakdown… the second was pretty good and then a bluebird had to knock itself out on the balcony and now the Bats had noticed them… ‘Two breakdowns in one week, one after the other…’ rolling over and sitting up, Danny went to go wash their face again before trying to sleep and not think about the menagerie of vigilantes who now knew of their existence. 

‘At least I’ll get to see Little Shadow again tomorrow.’ Danny smiled at the thought. ‘Maybe there’s good in this city after all…’

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Felt a little angsty today. Not sure how often I’ll get to this as I really want to try finishing Mini Phantom Invasion before moving onto a new story line.

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Tucked behind the curtain, a child giggled then laughed as the man on stage glance at him. He didn’t know why but if he didn’t laugh, the man would hit him. So, he laughed to escape the pain and the loneliness. If he giggled and laughed or even smiled, then the pain wouldn’t come and the man payed attention to him.

The boy remembered, there was a time, when he didn’t have to smile all the time but that was a long time ago. He still had a caretaker then… he didn’t know where she went and didn’t ask. They had moved then to. The apartment was smaller and the window in his room was cracked. 

That’s when he started to smile all the time. The man didn’t let him call him ‘dad’ anymore since then. The man would come home angry all the time and if he didn’t laugh at his jokes the man would hit him.

So, he laughed and smile and giggled. Even when he wanted to cry and scream and shout.

*****

Danny shot awake as their head bumped against the glass of the bus window. Blinking, they placed their head in their hands as they huffed a laugh. It had been awhile since they’d thought of that man.Glancing out the window from the corner of their eye, they watch as familiar yet long forgotten streets flashed by. 

It had been years since they’d last stepped foot in Gotham, with good reason… But something was here in the city. The tugging at their core, that had been there since the beginning, had grown in strength. It had gotten to the point that whenever they transformed, lately, it would cause them physical pain. It was worrying enough to make them giggle when ever they felt it. Which was NOT a welcome returning habit but they were learning to accept themself and this, unfortunately, was apart of them. No matter how much they wished it weren’t and they could forget it all. 

A giggle slipped past their lips as they took in the buildings and caught site of bright red graffiti. They didn’t know why their core led them back here but they were not happy to be back in this broken city.

*****

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