#feedback and comments welcome

[too-much-tma-stuff]

This idea sort of burst out of me like Alien so it's unedited. There will probably be more.

In short, Cas picks up on the fact that Danny is pregnant at a Wayne Gala and have the right idea but the wrong context.

Masterpost

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Danny was barely holding it together and really he had been for a long time. It had sort of been fun and games at first when he became a hero. Sure his accident had hurt like hell but he'd sort of repressed that and for real? Lunch Lady? Box Ghost? Even Skulker was sort of a joke and he hasn't actually felt threatened. Sneaking around behind his parents backs and sneaking out with his friends had been fun. It had all felt like a game at first, and then somewhere in there things had gotten very real.

He'd known he couldn't count on his family to protect him but they couldn't even see Vlad was a threat. And he felt like he had lost the last of his innocence when he saw the clone Vlad had made of him melt. He hasn't been in time, he had panicked and he had only managed to save a couple by taking them into his own body to shield their still forming cores. Ellie and... should Danny name the other one or would he name himself when he was ready?

He kept touching his stomach over where he could feel the little balls of his mirror children hovering just below his own core. He was so tired all the time as they relied on his energy, he was eating more then ever and he knew his family was worried. He didn't think he could hide this and he couldn't predict when they would emerge. What if they did in front of his parents? They definitely wouldn't react well. And Vlad kept trying to use this against Danny. Promising to look after him and the babies if he was really insisting on carrying them, as if Danny could rip those tiny 'lives' out of himself now.

And no matter how many times he tried to tell his parents that Vlad was bad news, that he creeped Danny out and made him feel unsafe they wouldn't listen! Dad didn't even hear him and mom made sympathetic noises and then told him to bear with it for Jack's sake because he didn't have many friends.

So of course when Vlad had asked if 'Daniel' could accompany him to a gala in Gotham his father had agreed! Even his mother had agreed when Vlad promised it would be educational and safe! And here Danny was, hanging on by a fucking thread in a suit that felt uncomfortably tight around his middle, having just escaped being paraded around as Vlad heir like a particularly expensive watch. He was behind the snack table having piled a plate as high as he could and scarfing it down before Vlad could find him again and scold him for being rude. He hadn't noticed yet that a family of dark haired socialites kept giving him worried looks. A young woman with dark eyes signing frantically to a man with blue eyes and a dimpled frown.

It was the man who slid up carefully next to Danny trying not to startle since he seemed to have genuine food aggression.

"Yeesh kid you seem like you're starving! All those fancy Hors d'oeuvres are fun but not very cooling and I feel like I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you something more filling! If you'll come me to the kitchen I'm sure our family butler would be happy to whip something up for you?" The man said with an inviting some that did nothing to sooth the way Danny's hackles raised instinctively.

He was about to say no on reflex when he spotted Vlad heading towards them with an expression like a thunder cloud. Danny's back went ridged and the other man followed his gaze with a frown. "You know what ya that sounds great let's go now!" Danny said dropping his half full plate on a nearby tray and dragged the stranger away with him as Vlad shouted after him.

"Daniel come back this instant! Unhand mister Wayne! Daniel this is unacceptable!"

'Mr. Wayne' took over leading them and spirited Danny through a back door as a bubbly blonde intercepted Vlad and a small woman slid in behind them like a shadow.

"So, Danial I assume?" The man asked, amusement crinkling around his eyes as Danny grimaced.

"Mr. Wayne I assume?" Danny returned, unaware of the way one arm was protectively wrapped around his stomach, but the girl noticed. It was Dicks turn to grimace.

"Okay ya, I go by Dick. What about you?"

"Danny," he said not reacting to the name, he'd heard far stranger. "And what about you?" He asked Cas, startling Dick a little because she was doing her 'shadow thing' and not many people would have noticed her.

"That's Cas, she has a hard time talking sometimes," Dick explained as Cas materialized and gave Danny a reassuring smile and wave.

The teen harrumphed but he did follow them down to the kitchen where Alfred was drinking a cup of tea, staying well clear of the foolishness upstairs. "Ah, hello young masters," Alfred he said, glancing between the three with a raised brow. Though the two who knew him could see the way his expression softened when Danny shrunk in on himself. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Alfred do we have any leftovers from dinner or something filling we can whip up fast? Danny here is too hungry for just the fancy font for upstairs." Dick asked cheerfully.

Alfred raised his eyebrows again and looked at Cas who was standing behind Danny. Glancing at Danny to make sure he wasn't looking she grimaced then touched her stomach and mimed holding an infant.

Alfred's expression turned stormy for just a moment then smoothed. "Of course we do, Why don't you make our guest comfortable and I'll see what I can do. Do you have any allergies young man?" Alfred asked and Danny shook his head mutely.

"You're the best Alfie!" Dick said, hovering a hand over Danny's shoulder rather then actually touching him as he leas him towards the comfortable breakfast nook.

The boy seemed tight lipped and gaunt, his eyes flicking around them as if he expected a threat to pop up at any time. Dick slipped into the booth across from him. Trying to think of the best way to ask this kid how... why, and who hurt him.

Cas has stayed in the kitchen, but not for long. She came to them with a tray of mugs moments later and slipped into the booth next to Danny. Gently she took his hands and pressed the warm mug unto them. He blinked and focused of it, as if on autopilot he lifted it to his lips, Cas keeping a hand on his elbow to steady him as he drank.

The warm comforting drink, and hand on his arm, presence by his side as Cas slid imperceptibly closet and closer till she was pressed against Danny's shoulder, felt like they were taking him apart from the inside. Thawing out the cold numbness he shielded himself behind. Half way through his tea he glanced up, at the worried blue eyes so like Jazz, so worried and warm.

He put down the mug suddenly as a sob shook his body. Cas wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, cooing comforting wordless little sounds as she let him bury his face into her chest and just sob heaving, exhausting outbursts of repressed emotion.

"Are the babies okay?" She asked and he froze, his breath catching in his throat. She clicked her tongue and rocked him gently. "Okay, okay, not in trouble," she promised.

"They- I don't know, they were so weak, I’m trying, but I don't know if I can keep them alive." Danny sobbed lifting his hands to cover his face.

"The stress can't be helping," Dick pointed out, climbing across the table like it was nothing to sit next to them and rub Danny's back. Danny gave a little hiccupping hysterical laugh. "Do you have support, or like, do you know your options?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm not getting rid of my babies! I don't care if the man who made them is an obsessive creep who drugged me! I love them they're MINE!" The feral protectiveness seemed to startle Dick even as Cas continued to make soothing sounds.

"Your choice, only yours," she promised. "Have help?"

Danny sniffled and shook his head. "Safe?" Another shake of the head.

"The man who... did this?" Dick asked as delicately as he could. Another hysterical laugh.

"I've tried! I've tried to tell my parents he's a creep, he's dangerous but they don't listen! My dad thinks he hung the fucking stars, mom says he's harmless. They don't believe me! I-I can't tell them about the babies. They'd make me get rid of them or worse! I can't." Danny sobbed and Cas soothed.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to." She promised. "You stay with us, you and babies safe, never have to see him again."

"Ya right. Wait, your serious? What" Danny asked, pulling back and looking at her with wide bloodshot eyes.

"She's very serious young master," Alfred said as he approached making Danny jump. there was a hard set to the old man's jaw and steal in his eyes that left no room for questions as he set a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit in front of Danny. "Master Bruce has a foster license and is a mandatory reporter. I'm sure once he hears even a fraction of this he will insist you stay. I will prepare a room for you. Am I to assume the man who's shouting demanding your return upstairs is the source of this distress?"

Danny swallowed and nodded, Alfred nodded back and paused to rest a gloved hand gently on Danny's hair before walking away briskly.

"Eat," Cas said, nudging him gently to let go of her. "As much as you want. Still hungry? We raid Tim's secret cereal stash."

"Gasp! You know where it is? You've been holding out on me?!" Dick demanded with exaggerated betrayal and as the two started to banter Danny ate. He was glad of the distraction, of not having the attention on him as he devoured the healthy, and nutritious meal the butler had made for him. It had been a while since he'd had a good home cooked meal, it made his core feel warm and he could feel the two little echoes as his hummed.

The babies were happy too, he didn't believe these people could keep him safe from Vlad really, but this was nice. Maybe he would let them try, get a few more good meals, a respite, and maybe... maybe his parents would finally notice that something was wrong and actually stand up for him?

That was probably wishful thinking but he could hope right? there was no harm in that.

Part 2

[vriendenboekjes]

The poem i wrote in January, translated to English. Original work in Dutch here

[goodintentionswipfest]

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[lonicera-edulis]

Someday I will finish everything. At the moment I am battling with commissions. These are just inbetween sketches/edited wips.

[infinite-orangepeel]

okay would you rather read eagle-scout!steve/perv!eddie from eddie’s pov or steve’s pov (it’ll be third person either way) ??? i can’t decide but am planning the fic out rn !

[thestarkcollective]

short poem! no trigger warnings

Sometimes I wish,

as the sun sets low.

To be alone,

with just the tall trees.

The sandy beach,

the lapping ocean.

The long forgotten asphalt,

hasn’t seen cars in years.

To be the only one,

left alive.

Vines curling their way,

around buildings.

Grass overgrown,

making my feet so itchy.

The wind ruffles my hair,

as animals scurry and talk.

Not one other like me,

anywhere else.

The whole wide world.

Blue skies,

glimmering stars.

Icy deserts,

warm hot ones too.

Never hungry,

never thirsty.

No whispers,

catering just to me.

No staring eyes,

with none of their hate.

Sometimes I wish,

I’d be the only one alive.

[aheathen-conceivably]

This one is for my dire-hard Darlings reading both the story itself and the AU 💕

[olimhakase]

prev - page 5 - next

when the computer has your dead dad's voice...

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Once upon a time there was a child.

All good stories start with once upon a time, stated or not. So do most bad ones. There is always a beginning to every story, even the greatest story ever told: that began in a lowly stable, where nobody was looking at all.

But this story starts, not with a squalling infant, but a child. It was a girl-child, rather small for her age, but with a heart as great as any twice her size: at least, that was what those around her thought.

When she looked at her heart, all she saw were the mistakes and imperfections. If she had looked a little way into her past she might have seen a time when she did not see the imperfections, and she might have only seen the love that was pent-up within her, but now she looked at her heart and saw the little errors. Everyone (except in the greatest story ever told) has such errors, but the girl-child only saw beauty and strength in the hearts around her, and saw truly only for herself.

People made comments, well-meaning and trying to guide her to smooth out the imperfections as she grew older and at last taller. But the child hugged the words to her heart, and they made very tiny cuts.

Time passed, and presently the child was a girl, and now she needed no words from others to cut at her heart, for she did it to herself, never seeing what others said was in her, a great and full heart.

Cut after cut after cut came to her heart, and slowly scar tissue began to form. And the girl-child looked at the scar tissue and branded herself a failure, and her words cut deeper.

Presently the child grew into a woman, with a greater and more steadfast heart than before. But she saw it not, for all she saw was that which she had made: a monster of scarring, a mockery of the true heart that still beat within her breast. And she whispered those words she had whispered for years, and still had the audacity to be surprised when they cut so deep.

But this is no longer her story, for once upon a time there was a book.

That book contained the greatest story ever told, and many other stories that all built up to and enhanced that story; and all those together told of that which wove the foundations of the earth.

But though that book was finished, the story that book told continued through the ages, and even the girl-child, with all her petty pain and suffering, was part of that greater story: and she was as nothing within it, but the Author of that story looked upon her and saw her distress.

And he gave the girl-child, now a woman, friends to gather around her and hold her together, and in response she tried to help them and make them happier and closer to him, but sometimes all she could see were the scars on her heart. Her friends, true wise souls that they were, spoke often to the Author about her, even at times when she was overwhelmed by her own inadequacies. They tried to show her the heart she had; and sometimes she tried to see it and sometimes she hugged the falsehood close, because the idea of having been wrong was unbearable.

You might ask where this story ends, and what happened to the woman. I am that woman: and the ending to my story is in the Author's own book, and it will be revealed to me piece by piece, and I must trust and keep on walking forwards, though sometimes the night seems very dark.

[dragon-oasis-game]

hii hope you dont mind me sending this here but i finally got a chance to try out your dragon maker & my sis & i are having a lot of fun with it ^_^

Ayy happy to hear! Glad you're enjoying the game ^^

[sunshinereddie]

“Richie, who had invited himself into Eddie’s life on that first day of fifth grade all those years ago. Richie, who made sure Eddie got his daily dose of laughter, even on the days when Eds was feeling really down, because Richie always seemed to know how to cheer him up. Richie, who had become such an integral part of Eddie’s life, such a comfort to him… that Eddie could no longer really remember his life before Richie, or imagine a future without Richie by his side.”

puppy love chapter 12 is posted! i hope you enjoy!! :D

[zackcollins]

Your Bat, Sir || CWS vs TOR || 06/02/21

[boobveins]

round 2 here! we! go!

[lunarblazes]

hrmmmm. art is so hard you guys

[jackgoodfellow]

FINALLY PUBLISHED PART 2. I AM SO HAPPY. HAVE SOME PIRATES.

Top row: Phoenix the Cat & Cat the Phoenix (no relation)

Bottom row: Brook "The Beast" Broster & Otho the Demolisher

You can see more of the Birds of Prey Pirates on AO3 in the published scripts and concept art for my queer buddy-comedy fantasy-adventure graphic novel, The Blacksmith!

[ya-boy-roy]

Vampire Kaibas? Vampire Kaibas Speaking of vampires I have a brand new yugioh fic if you wanna check it out