https://archiveofourown.org/works/84095676/chapters/221740766
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Tim wird von einer Schar Tauben und Krähen adoptiert. Dann taucht ein Rabe bei ihm auf, der kein gewöhnlicher Rabe zu sein scheint
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/84095676/chapters/221740766
Etwas neues. DPxDC zur Abwechslung.
Tim wird von einer Schar Tauben und Krähen adoptiert. Dann taucht ein Rabe bei ihm auf, der kein gewöhnlicher Rabe zu sein scheint
@windyengel
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@windyengel and I went a little feral and will continue to do so
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton
Additional Tags: Eldritch Danny Fenton, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Possessive Danny Fenton, Size Difference, Knotting, Public Sex, Throne Sex, Tim isn't a ghost but he isn't a human either, take that as you will, Soul Bond, Ghost Cores (Danny Phantom), Monsterfucker Tim Drake (DCU), Belly Bulge, Snuff, he comes back tho, Marks, Public Claiming, Possessive Tim Drake (DCU), primal play, Chases, fucked to death, Living Cocksleeve, Praise Kink, Public Humiliation, Not Safe Not Sane But Definitely Consensual, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Aftercare, Tim gets off on Danny killing him and bringing him back, it's basically foreplay for them at this point, Fluff and Smut Series: Part 1 of The Thousand Ways Tim Drake Died
Summary:
As a human, Tim had perfected the art of disappearing. Blending into the background, stepping into the spotlight only when necessary, and even then, always under someone else’s mask. But here, sitting in Danny’s lap with the King’s claws idly tracing patterns across his hips, his still heart hanging like a trophy around Danny’s neck, there was no mask. No shadows to hide in.
He was Tim Drake. High Consort to the Ghost King.
Claimed. Wanted. Seen.
And strangely, that truth didn’t sting.
It soothed wounds so old he’d almost forgotten they were there.