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excerpt from in-progress "timebending with Zuko" fic

Zuko wakes up and everything hurts.

Most specifically, his scar hurts.

That . . . doesn’t make sense, he thinks, and reaches for it automatically. A strong hand catches his wrist before he can touch it, which seems–fair, yes. Probably a good idea, anyway, because spirits does it hurt. Just . . . so much.

“Uncle?” he asks reflexively, attempting to open his eyes. It’s surprisingly difficult. And Uncle is in Ba Sing Se, of course, but he’s on his back on a futon or bedroll or something similar and someone’s sitting beside him and his head is swimming and he’s injured, clearly, so options for who said “someone” might be are limited, really.

So it’s not Uncle, obviously, but . . .

“Nephew,” Uncle says, very quietly, and Zuko . . . blinks.

At least, half-blinks. The one eye’s in too much pain to open.

The ceiling is metal, he notes absentmindedly. That’s . . . odd. He was in the palace, wasn't he?

“What happened?” he asks, vaguely bemused. Uncle pauses in a very concerning way, and Zuko has about three heart attacks about just how badly he doesn’t want to know what he’s about to say before–

“The Agni Kai,” Uncle says, very carefully. “Do you remember it?”

Zuko frowns–just with the one side of his face, because again, his scar hurts right now. To the point that his whole body feels wrong, does his scar hurt right now.

“Um–which one?” he asks, because there’s been about a dozen this month alone, and frankly he’s getting really sick of fighting them at this point but if the old guard of nobles are just going to keep dragging everything out like this–

“With your father, Nephew,” Uncle says, very carefully.

Zuko . . . blinks.

“Oh,” he says, vaguely perplexed. Uncle never talks to him about that. “Yeah, I remember that. What about it?”

“Do you remember what happened?” Uncle says.

“The part where I disgraced myself or the part where he burned my face?” Zuko says, because it’s so fucked up and awful and horrible that he can’t even get upset about it anymore, except when he’s really upset about it. But if Uncle’s bringing it up, presumably he has a good reason to be, so . . . “Or the whole ‘go find the Avatar who no one even believes exists anymore or you can never come home again’ part?”

“. . . all of that, yes,” Uncle says, still sounding very careful. Zuko frowns a little–again with just the one side of his face–and then looks over at him. His body still feels weird and wrong, but . . .

But . . .

They’re on a ship, he realizes. A Fire Nation one.

Well, explains the metal ceiling.

It doesn’t explain why Uncle is wearing red armor and a topknot like he hasn't in years, though, or why he looks so unspeakably sad.

“Um,” Zuko says, and attempts to sit up. His head immediately starts swimming even worse, and Uncle catches his shoulders and keeps him pinned against the . . . futon? Looks like a futon, yeah. “Where are we, exactly?”

“We are aboard a ship,” Uncle says. “I . . . may have slightly commandeered it.”

“. . . you paid for it, right?” Zuko asks, a little skeptical at that idea.

“Yes, Nephew, I did,” Uncle says, giving him a very tired, pained smile. Zuko doesn’t feel much better, seeing it.

“Is someone dead?” he asks, because he can’t think of anything else that would make Uncle look that way.

“Ah–no, no one has died,” Uncle says.

“Then what’s wrong?” Zuko asks warily.

“. . . you are injured, Nephew,” Uncle says, slowly. Zuko frowns, bemused. “And your father . . . I did not know he was going to do this. I am so sorry.”

Zuko . . . pauses. Looks around the room again, and then realizes: he knows this room, doesn’t he. He knows this ship.

This is the same ship he woke up on after the Agni Kai.

“Hold that thought, Uncle,” he says, then lifts his hands and looks at them. They . . . well, they are his hands, obviously.

But they’re not his hands, obviously.

“Huh,” he says, frowning in bemusement at them; turning them around like he half-expects them to stop being a thirteen year-old’s or something equally ridiculous. They don’t. They are very definitely a thirteen year-old’s hands.

Specifically, his thirteen year-old hands.

Huh.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he says after a moment, putting his hands back down and glancing back to Uncle, who’s obviously the more important concern. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I took you into that meeting,” Uncle says, his voice tight. “And I watched the Agni Kai. And I did nothing to stop any of it.”

“I know,” Zuko says. “But it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was,” Uncle says, his smile a sad and terrible thing. “You were there because of my actions. My mistakes.”

“You’re not the one who wanted to sacrifice all those soldiers,” Zuko says. “Or the one who decided to throw fire at my face.”

“You were there because of me,” Uncle repeats, his voice tight and his smile no less terrible. It occurs to Zuko, briefly, that Uncle must be thinking of Lu Ten.

He only ever looks like that when he’s thinking about Lu Ten, so . . .

“Uncle,” he says. “Really. It’s not your fault.”

“Nephew,” Uncle says, and his voice is somehow even tighter. Zuko tries to get up again, and his head swims again, and Uncle moves to stop him again. This time he grabs onto Uncle’s wrists and uses them to pull himself up, and then . . .

Well, then he’s sitting up, at least.

So that’s something.

He tilts his head and his hair slips into his eyes. It’s loose, and long. Not shaved on the sides yet, like he wore it the last time he was thirteen. He supposes he should cut it, but then again, why should he? He's not changing anything, after all.

Except for this conversation, he supposes, because that went very differently last time.

. . . hm.

"Uncle," he says one more time, and reaches out for him. Uncle doesn’t seem to understand what he’s trying to do, so he has to reach out a little farther, and then Uncle makes the connection and leans in and lets him wrap his arms around him and alright, yes: that’s better, Zuko thinks, and clings to him.

Just a little, perhaps, but . . .

Yes. He clings to him.

Uncle wraps his arms around him in turn, very carefully, and makes an awful sound.

“My boy,” he chokes. “I’m so–I’m so–”

“I forgive you,” Zuko lies, because of course there’s nothing to forgive.

But of course Uncle doesn’t understand that, does he.

#zuko #iroh #prince zuko #avatar: the last airbender #atla #rinfic #long post

[dramioneasks]

Hi! Could you recommend some fics where Hermione suspects Draco is cheating (even though he’s not) or they’re just going through a lot of problems as a couple? i’m looking for angst but HEA :) thank you

A Little Unsteady by Sweet Little Bullet - M, 12 Chapters - Hermione thought she and Draco had it all together. Sure they were still no closer to settling down than they had been 8 years before but they were happy. So why was he suddenly pulling away and what does his new coworker have to do with it? Dramione. Prompt response.

Time Has Stood Still By: Divess - M, 2 chapters - Hermione and Draco have been divorced for a year. They have a son named Scorpius who is almost two years old. Everyday Draco regrets the mistake which led them to this place, but there’s nothing he can do to change it. Neither Hermione nor Draco can move forward. For them, time has stood still. OOC. Light Love. Two chapters. Dramione.

A Malfoy Conspiracy By: DragonCastle - T, one-shot - It’s Ron and Hermione’s wedding day! So why is Draco the one standing at the altar?

Back to December By: Sapphire1031 - M, one-shot - Songfic One Shot based on Taylor Swift’s Back to December. Hermione broke Draco’s heart. Can he ever forgive her.

Title: The Malfoy Dilemma Author: rinfics Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,637 Summary: Hermione gets a little bit paranoid.

Encased in Silk by Em North: angst/drama. Rated NC-17. Draco and Hermione have a fight. Angsty smut with a happy ending.

- Lisa

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Dramione Fic Index ~ Title B

Title: (Because Sometimes) Pictures Are Worth More Than A Thousand Words Author: rinfics Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,900 Summary: Hermione’s trying to find the perfect gift… Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Holiday: Valentine’s Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: March 3, 2007 Relationship: Already Married

Title: Baby Days Author: eilonwy Rating: MA Genre(s): Fluff, Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 9,293 Summary: Draco and Hermione embark on a uniquely life-changing adventure together. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: March 26, 2007 Relationship: Already Married, Lucius Approves/Is Nice, Narcissa Approves/Is Nice Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Aurora “Rory” Beatrice], Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Affection, Apologies [Draco and Hermione], Baths/Showers, Cuddling/Spooning, Endearments/Pet Names, Events/Celebrations [Parties] Draco: Broody, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Feisty, Know-It-All, Ministry Employee Locations: Draco & Hermione’s Flat/House, Malfoy Manor, St. Mungo’s, The Burrow Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Lucius/Narcissa, Ron/Pansy Characters: Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Grangers [Richard and Claire], Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Original Characters, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley Anti/Pro Characters: Pro-Lucius, Pro-Narcissa Featured Holidays: New Year’s Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Mild Profanity, Strong Profanity Part 1: A Writer of Fictions - MA, 52 chapters - A new term in a new place offers unexpected surprises and challenges. Part 2: Second Chapter - MA, WIP - Newlyweds Draco and Hermione leave their student days at Oxford behind and begin a new chapter of their life together– in London. Part 4: Baby Days 2: The Turning of the Wheel - MA, 17 chapters - Draco and Hermione bring Rory home from the hospital, and now the real fun begins. Sequel to Baby Days. Both follow A Writer of Fictions

Title: Baby Days 2: The Turning of the Wheel Author: eilonwy Rating: MA Genre(s): Angst, Fluff, Humor, Romance Chapters: 17 Word Count: 139,899 Summary: Draco and Hermione bring Rory home from the hospital, and now the real fun begins. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: May 5, 2007 Completed: April 4, 2009 Relationship: Already Married, Anniversary, Lucius Approves/Is Nice, Narcissa Approves/Is Nice Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Aurora “Rory” Beatrice, Kieran Daniel Sirius], Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Affection, Alcohol, Apologies [Draco and Hermione], Autumn, Baths/Showers, Driving [Hermione], Endearments/Pet Names, Events/Celebrations [Rituals, Party], Games/Challenges/Dares [Card Game; Scavenger Hunt], Hermione Sits in Draco’s Lap, Insecurity [Hermione], Invisibility [Draco], Jealousy [Hermione], Magical Items [Invisibility Cloak], Muggle Life, Solstice/Equinox, Summer, Swimming, Tickling, Travel [France] Draco: Broody, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Emotional, Feisty, Know-It-All Locations: Diagon Alley, Draco & Hermione’s Flat/House, Malfoy Manor, Muggle London, Other Restaurants Side Pairings: Blaise/Lavender, Goyle/Millicent, Harry/Ginny, Lucius/Narcissa, Neville/Luna, Ron/Pansy, Theo/Original Character Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Goyle, Draco & Harry, Draco & Neville, Draco & Original Characters, Draco & Ron, Draco & Theo, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Luna, Hermione & Original Characters, Hermione & Pansy, Hermione & Ron Characters: Andromeda Tonks, Arthur Weasley, Blaise Zabini, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Grangers [Richard and Claire], Gregory Goyle, Harry Potter, Lavender Brown, Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Millicent Bulstrode, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Original Characters, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott Anti/Pro Characters: Pro-Lucius, Pro-Narcissa Featured Holidays: Christmas/New Year’s Character Birthdays: Original Character Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Implicit Sexual Situations, Mild Profanity, Strong Profanity

Title: Baby Steps Author: AlwaysAddicted Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 14 Word Count:  58,279 Summary: Granger was by no means his favorite person, but not many people deserved the cards she had been dealt. Even he, an ex Death Eater, had not ended up with the messed up fate she was given. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: June 30, 2016 Completed: September 22, 2016 Relationship: Progressive Relationship Pregnancy/Children: Children [Scorpius and Meredith] Themes: Single Parent [Hermione has a daughter], Events and Celebrations, Dueling, Childbirth, Friendship, Apologies [Draco] Draco: Auror, Snarky Hermione: Emotional, Ministry Worker, Feisty Locations: Ministry of Magic, Grimmauld Place, St. Mungo’s, Azkaban Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Harry Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Narcissa Malfoy Character Deaths: Ron, Lucius Featured Holidays: New Year’s

Title: Baby Steps Author: Tygermine Rating: G Genre(s): Humour, Romance, Politics Chapters: 1 Word Count: 8,097 Summary: Draco and Hermione do the Red Tape Tap Dance of Bureaucracy. Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: Dramione Duet 2018 Published: October 3, 2018 Themes: Ministry and Politics, Secret Feelings, News and Gossip Draco: Redeemed, Ministry Worker Hermione: Ambitious, Ministry Worker Locations: Ministry of Magic, Malfoy Manor Characters: Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbot, Original Characters, Remus Lupin

Title: Baby, It’s Cold Inside Author: scifichick774 Rating: T Genre(s): Humor, Fluff Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,987 Summary: A disturbing surprise turns into a more spectacular one. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: December 2, 2009 Themes: Curses/Spells

Title: Babysitting Duties Author: pinkwood17 Rating: T Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,652 Summary: Harry and Ginny Potter leave their godson under Draco and Hermione’s care for one night. The two have absolutely no idea how to handle a child, much less a crying one at that. A story on a bawling baby, a disgruntled Draco and Draco realizing what he wants more than anything in life. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: March 29, 2014 Relationship: Engaged Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Carina] Themes: Babysitting [Draco & Hermione] Draco: Redeemed Hermione: Feisty Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Characters: Teddy Lupin

Title: Back At Your Door Author: Lady Lynn Rating: PG Genre(s): Fluff, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,054 Summary: When Hermione leaves Draco, he tries to show her that he will never take her for granted again. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: October 4, 2011 Relationship: Breakup/Together Again, Engagement Themes: Amusement Park/Fair [Carnival], Music [Draco sings to Hermione] Friendships: Draco & Blaise Characters: Blaise Zabini

Title: Back To You Author: NJ Coffee Queen Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Family Chapters: 24 Word Count: 31,782 Summary: Five years after the birth of their daughter, Draco returns to the family he left behind. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Holiday: Christmas Published: September 21, 2015   Completed: November 20, 2015 Relationship: Past Relationship, Negative Reactions, Narcissa Approves, Lucius Approves Pregnancy/Children: Children [Athena, Oliver] Themes: Returning, Apologies [Draco], Accidental Pregnancy, Family Life, Ministry and Politics, Single Parent [Hermione] Draco: Redeemed, Draco’s Feelings Hermione: Compassionate, Hermione’s Feelings Locations: Hermione’s Flat/House Friendships: Hermione & Harry, Draco & George Characters: Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, George Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Molly Weasley

Title: Backseat Love Author: MissesHermioneMalfoy Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,542 Summary: Harry and Pansy have just had their wedding reception, and Hermione’s a little tipsy. What will happen in the backseat of Draco’s Bentley when they get a little frisky? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: Dramionelove ~Love Fest~ 2014 Published: June 17, 2014 Relationship: Already Married Themes: Alcohol, Driving [Draco] Draco: Sex God, Snarky Hermione: Feisty, Sex Goddess Side Pairings: Harry/Pansy, Theo/Astoria Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Theo Characters: Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott

Title: Bad Birthday Author: scarlettcat Rating: M Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 8 Word Count: 29,739 Summary: Hermione knew her 30th birthday was going to be bad. She just didn’t know how bad. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: September 9, 2011 Completed: May 9, 2015 Themes: Events and Celebrations, Matchmaking [Matchmaker: Ginny], Banter, Alcohol, Letters, Wooing Draco: Snarky Hermione: Campaigner, Feisty, Ministry Employee Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Characters: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Cormac McLaggan, Luna Lovegood, Rolf Salamander, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan Character Birthdays: Hermione

Title: Bad Company Author: hiddenhibernian Rating: PG-13/T Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,300 Summary: Another year, another Ministry Solstice Ball. Harry is drunk, Ron even drunker, and Hermione just wants to go home. But who is hiding in the corner? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Fest/Exchange: mini_fest Published: December 17, 2014 Themes: Co-workers/Office/Partners, Events/Celebrations [Ball], Ministry/Politics Draco: Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Feisty Side Pairings: Ron/Lavender Characters: Demelza Robins, Harry Potter, Kenneth Towler Warnings: Mild Profanity

Title: Bad Faith Author: Morrighan256 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Adventure Chapters: 24 Word Count: 56,858 Summary: PostHogwarts tale of the war with Voldemort and the unexpected contributions of one Draco Malfoy. Status: Complete Timeline: War Published: October 5, 2004 Completed: November 24, 2005 Pregnancy/Children: Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Apologies [Hermione], Cuddling/Spooning, Curses/Spells, Endearments/Pet Names, Injuries [Draco & Hermione], Legilimancy/ Occlumency [Hermione uses Legilimancy], Magical Items, Tattoos, Time Travel, Travel [Romania] Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed, Snarky, Spy Hermione: Auror, Emotional, Feisty, Order Member Locations: Diagon Alley, Grimmauld Place Side Pairings: Bill/Fleur, Dean/Ginny Characters: Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Bellatrix Lestrange, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Colin Creevey, Dean Thomas, Fleur Delacour, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Kingsley Shaklebolt, Lee Jordan, Lucius Malfoy, Molly Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Peter Pettigrew, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Susan Bones, Voldemort

Title: Bad Medicine Author: Cheryl Dyson Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 18 Word Count: 31,884 Summary: Draco Malfoy, paragon of wickedness, follows Hermione Granger one day to an unused section of Hogwarts and discovers her unspeakable secret… Oh yeah, and the whole graveyard scene didn’t happen. Cedric Diggory is alive. Because I said so. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 5, AU Published: March 8, 2007 Relationship: Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship Themes: Dancing, Injuries [Draco], Jealousy, Quidditch/Flying, Sharinng a Bed Draco: Snarky Hermione: Hermione’s Feelings, Feisty Locations: Potions Class Side Pairings: Ron/Pansy Friendships: Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Blaise Zabini, Fred Wealey, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, The Fat Lady Note: The author indicates that this story takes place after GoF and references the Yule Ball the year prior so I’m assuming it’s year 5. It also references an iPod which didn’t come out until 2001 so I’m a little confused if it’s suppose to follow the HP canon timeline or if it’s completely AU. Also uses the nickname ‘Mi’ for Hermione.

Title: Bad Moon Rising Author: tygermine Rating: M Genre(s): Mystery Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,500 Summary: Hermione really needs to stop staring at Draco and concentrate on finding a killer ripping people apart in the streets of Bangkok. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: dramione_duet 2015 Alternate Links: Published: October 26, 2015 Completed: October 26, 2015 Themes: Crime, Co Workers/Office Partners, Curses and Spells, Magical Creatures [Werewolf] Draco: Auror, Werewolf Hermione: Auror, Compassionate Locations: Bangkok Side Pairings: Hermione/OC, Draco/OC

Title: Banana Pancakes Author: sunnyjune46 Rating: PG-13 Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,097 Summary: After a magical accident, Hermione and Draco find themselves trapped in a room together and must suffer in the dark. Draco is keen on quizzing Hermione on her love life whilst Hermione just really wants out of there. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: October 8, 2008 Relationship: Friendship Themes: Conflict/Bickering, Trapped Together Draco: Redeemed Hermione: Bossy Locations: Ron/Lavender, Harry/Ginny Character Point of View/POVs: Draco

Title: Bar Elate Author: katyedavis Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 24 Word Count: 47,404 Summary: Hermione’s feelings had done exactly what she instructed them to do. Disappear. Now that it had ruined her relationship with Ron, she needed to leave and find out why she couldn’t just be happy. Unexpectedly, she ran into someone in Paris that she never though she would see again. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War   Published: March 5, 2015 Completed: September 9, 2017 Themes: Potions, Love Potions [Amortentia], Curses and Spells, Running Away, Travel [Paris], Alcohol, Revenge, Dueling, Abuse and Assault, Injuries [Hermione], Illness [Hermione] Draco: Healer Hermione: Unemotional, Bartender, Feisty Side Pairings: Hermione/Ron Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Original Characters

Title: Basket Case Author: Va Vonne Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, mystery Chapters: 36 Word Count: 180,619 Summary: SEQUEL TO ‘RADIO’. With Hermione and Draco’s new relationship underway, it is now Draco’s sanity that suffers the most. Is he truly as crazy as everyone suspects him to be? Or is it something else that is horribly messing with his head. Read & review! Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war Published: July 4, 2010 Completed: November 14, 2010 Draco: Broody, Redeemed Side Pairings: Draco/Pansy Friendships: Goyle/Draco Warnings: Attempted suicide, depression, alcohol Prequel: Radio – T, 30 chapters - Several years after the battle at Hogwarts, a tired Draco Malfoy has just about reached his breaking point. Just as Draco is about to take his life into his own hands, a certain someone comes into it. Can Hermione make him feel once again?

Title: Bathwater Author: xXBeckyFoo Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 31 Word Count: 123,462 Summary: It’s their 7th year,the Dark Lord’s dead and the Death Eaters are all rounded up. Nothing could go wrong, right? There’s a sense of peace in the air, but how long can it possibly last when the Ministry’s throwing people together for all eternity? Curse the new Marriage Law. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 8 Published: November 3, 2009 Completed: July 28, 2010 Relationship: Marriage Law Pregnancy/Children: Child [Scorpius] Themes:  Betrayal, Apologies [Draco], Cuddling, Dates, Muggle Studies, Proposals, Sharing a bed, Unrequited love [Hermione for Draco], Weddings, Memory Modification   Draco: Snarky, Manipulative, Redeemed, Cruel Hermione: Know-It-All, Feisty, Stubborn, Vulnerable, Emotional, Side Pairings:  Ron/Pansy, Harry/Ginny, Dean/Luna, Seamus/Lavender, Blaise/Cho, Neville/Hannah Friendships: Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Lavender, Draco & Blaise, Draco & Pansy     Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Blaise Zabini, Cho Chang, Milicent Bulstrode, Ernie Macmillan, Cormac Mclaggen, Romilda Vane, Teddy Lupin Pro-Characters: Pro-Ron, Pro-Narcissa, Pro-Lucius Part 2: Simple Kind Of Life - T, 32 chapters - The story goes that they lived happily ever after, right? Well, it’s been fifteen years since the Marriage Law passed and Draco and Hermione were forced to marry; finding love along the way. Now, someone has began to tear the peace of the once arch-enemies apart and began to destroy what they thought was meant forever. Will they fight to keep it together or this time let it slip?

Title: Batter Author: loveitgood101 Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,395 Summary: Draco comes home from a hard day at work and finds himself only getting harder. His wife is enjoying a lovely bowl of chocolate batter and he can’t help but sample a delicacy himself. What will become of their matched sweet tooths? Read and find out!! Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: July 2007 Relationship: Already Married Themes: Sweets [Chocolate]

Title: Behind The Mask  Author: EmilieJane   Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 26 Word Count: 42,753   Summary: A dramione story based off of Beauty and the Beast with a twist. Hermione Granger was ready to be the next Mrs. Weasley, but her carefully crafted world was falling apart at the seams. A splinching incident lands her in the arms of someone unexpected... and they may not let her go. Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: May 17, 2022 Completed: July 18, 2022 Relationship: Getting Together Themes: Based on Other Book or Movie Plot [Beauty and the Beast], Fairytales, Hiding, Injuries [Hermione], Abuse and Assault [Hermione], Kidnapping and Imprisonment [Hermione], Tattoos [Draco & Hermione], Ministry and Politics, Trials, Magical Creatures [Werewolves, House Elves], Forced Cohabitation, Draco: Werewolf, Protective and Possessive Hermione: Curse Breaker, Vulnerable Side Pairings: Blaise/Theo, Hermione/Ron Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Theo Characters: Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, Daphne Greengrass, Character Deaths: Ron Anti-Characters: Anti-Ron Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Violence

Title: Breath Mints / Battle Scars Author: Onyx_and_Elm Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 148,908 Summary: For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes. Timeline: Year 8 Published: July 21, 2018 Completed: October 24, 2020 Pregnancy/Children: Toxic Relationship Themes: Psychological Trauma [PTSD], Hurt and Comfort, Diaries, Healing, Therapy, Drug Use, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse, Abuse and Assault [Physical/ Emotional Abuse], Bigotry and Prejudice Draco: Cruel, Vulnerable Hermione: Vulnerable Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations

Title: Battles Won, Battles Lost Author: Jules Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 8,163 Summary: Fleeing from danger Draco & Hermione are trapped together to await the outcome of a battle. Status: Complete Timeline: War Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: September 26, 2004 Themes: Apologies [Draco & Hermione], Baths/Showers, Cuddling/Spooning, Injuries [Draco], Trapped Together Draco: Redeemed, Virgin Hermione: Blushing Virgin, Emotional, Feisty Locations: Hogwarts Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter

Title: Battling The Green Eyed Monster Author: cleotheo Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,958 Summary: Draco’s past relationship with Astoria left him with serious jealousy issues, which are now starting to affect his current relationship with Hermione. Can Draco overcome the demons of his past and learn to trust Hermione, or will he end up ruining things forever? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: November 28, 2013 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Engagement Themes: Apologies [Draco], Events/Celebrations [Ball], Injuries [Hermione], Jealousy [Draco], Promises, Travel [Berlin, Germany] Draco: Business Man, Redeemed Hermione: Lawyer Locations: Draco & Hermione’s Flat/House, Hotel, Ministry of Magic Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Theo Characters: Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott Anti-Characters: Anti-Astoria

Title: Be Mine Author: SilentMorning’sVoice Rating: K+ Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,773 Summary: When Dumbledore gives the students a break from school for vday, Draco has to make up his mind whether to tell Hermione his feelings for her or not. A short, sweet little fic for Valentines Day. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 5 Holiday: Valentine’s Published: February 13, 2006 Themes: Apologies [Draco] Hermione: Emotional Locations: Hogsmeade, Quidditch Pitch Characters: Harry Potter, Original Character, Ron Weasley

Title: Be My Intellectual Valentine Author: misconstrue  Rating: PG Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,448 Summary: Hermione is fairly certain that she and Draco are beyond the Valentine’s Day to do, but lunch with Ginny proves her wrong. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Holiday: Valentine’s Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: February 16, 2007 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend Draco: Redeemed Locations: Draco’s Flat/House, Hermione’s Flat/House Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Hermione & Ginny Characters: Ginny Weasley

Title: Beatrice and Benedick Syndrome Author: yesterday4 Rating: PG-13 Genre(s): Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,513 Summary: “I cannot believe you grabbed my arse in front of the whole entire bloody classroom!” A Valentine’s Day potion goes horribly wrong, forcing Hermione and Draco to act out countless love cliches.  Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years Holiday: Valentine’s Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: March 3, 2007 Themes: Potions Draco: Snarky Hermione: Feisty, Know-It-All

Title: Beautiful Author: Cuteblndegoddess Rating: M Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 41 Word Count: 102,704 Summary: Post Hogwarts. Draco sees Hermione at a fundraiser and bids on her for a date not knowing who she was. Lots of drama eventually and fluff. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: May 30, 2006  Completed: December 17, 2007 Relationship: Engaged/Married (At Some Point) Pregnancy/Children: Adoption/Guardianship, Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Alcohol, Auctions, Coffee/Tea, Cooking/Baking [Draco], Letters, Potions Draco: Business Man, Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed Hermione: Feisty, Healer, Makeover Locations: Malfoy Manor, St. Mungo’s, The Leaky Cauldron Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Grangers, Harry Potter, Original Characters, Ron Weasley Featured Holidays: Halloween, Christmas/New Year’s

Title: Beautiful Blonde Haired Lover Author: allthingspotterandthensome  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,979 Summary: Someone’s been sneaking off after lessons … But where are they going? And more importantly what are they getting up to?  Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years Published: December 24, 2011 Relationship: Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship Locations: Room of Requirement Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Character Point of View/POVs: Hermione

Title: Beautiful Enigma Author: mister_otter Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Mystery Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,985 Summary: When Hermione Granger accompanies her fiancé to the Longbottoms’ party, neither the evening nor her engagement turn out quite the way she expected. Status: Complete Timeline: Historical Era Fest/Exchange: Otter and Ferret Published: April 15, 2013 Relationship: Engaged Themes: Events/Celebrations [Soiree], Magical Creatures, Magical Items, Travel [France] Draco: Veela Hermione: Feisty Locations: Carriage Side Pairings: Harry/Pansy, Neville/Luna, Theo/Daphne Friendships: Hermione & Luna, Hermione & Pansy Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott

Title: Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark Author: yesterdayschild4 Rating: M Genre(s): Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Chapters: 17 Word Count: 135,873 Summary: He finds her, broken and bleeding, and it will change everything. A rape aftermath story told from Draco Malfoy’s POV. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 7, AU Published: June 7, 2006  Completed: November 28, 2009 Themes: Abuse/Assault/Hurt Emotionally [Rape], Apologies [Draco], Cuddling/Spooning, Injuries [Draco & Hermione], Quidditch/Flying, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothing Draco: Emotional, Redeemed Hermione: Emotional, Feisty, Head Girl, Weak/Vulnerable Locations: Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade, Malfoy Manor, Quidditch Pitch, The Three Broomsticks Side Pairings: Seamus/Pansy Friendships: Draco & Pansy Characters: Blaise Zabini, Crookshanks, Dean Thomas, Gregory Goyle, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Original Character, Pansy Parkinson, Severus Snape, Vincent Crabbe Featured Holidays: Christmas/New Year’s

Title: Beautiful Within Author: cazvalleygirl  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Action/Adventure Chapters: 15 Word Count: 65,232 Summary: “Does it bug you that I know the way you look at me? That you want my dirty blood. Is that why you hate me, because I know you desire me?” When love and hate become crossed they enter a deadly world of lust and obsession. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 7, AU Published: March 3, 2009  Completed: May 27, 2012 Relationship: Engaged/Married (at some point), Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Seren, Unborn Son], Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Alcohol, Head Boy/Head Girl Draco: Draco’s Patronus [Lion], Snarky Hermione: Blushing Virgin, Bossy, Emotional, Feisty Locations: Heads’ Common Room, Hogsmeade, Malfoy Manor Side Pairings: Draco/Pansy, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Lucius/Narcissa Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Gregory Goyle, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Peter Pettigrew, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Vincent Crabbe, Voldemort Featured Holidays: Features Christmas/New Year’s Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Title: Beauty and the Beast Author: Turningonthelight Rating: G Genre(s): Romance/Family Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,084 Summary: Scorpius has trouble sleeping and for once, Draco steps in with the requisite bedtime fairy tale. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: May 28, 2014 Relationship: Already Married Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Scorpius] Themes: Fairy Tale [Beauty and the Beast]

Title: Beauty and the Veela Author: dramioneinlove Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 2 Word Count: 17,700 Summary: He’s a Veela, she’s his mate. All should go fine, the fairy tale should  end well. Except that things are far from that easy. And in hope to win his mate over to him, he must first end the terrible curse that makes a Beast of him…Freely Inspired from “Beauty and the Beast”. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: do_me_veela Published: February 21, 2014 Relationship: Engaged/Married (at some point), Friendship Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Scorpius], Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Apologies [Draco], Curses/Spells, Endearments/Pet Names, Fairytale  [Beauty and the Beast], Kidnapping/Imprisonment [Hermione], Legilimency/Occlumency [Draco uses Legilimens], Magical Creatures [House-elves] Draco: Redeemed, Veela Hermione: Blushing Virgin, Emotional, Feisty, Ministry Employee Locations: Hermione’s Flat/House, Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Lavender Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Lavender Brown, Original Characters, Ron Weasley Character Deaths: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy

Title: Beauty for Ashes  Author: ally_147/ally147 Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Angst Chapters: 1 Word Count: 9,999 Summary: “For fuck’s sake, Granger, just come home.” Status: Complete Timeline: Angst, Drama, Horror  Fest/Exchange: dramionelove Adopt-A-Prompt 2015  Published: June 4, 2015  Relationship: Past Relationship Themes: Abuse/Assault/Hurt Emotionally, Dreams, Humiliation, Kidnapping/Imprisonment [Hermione], Magical Creatures [House-Elf] Draco: Broody, Cynical, Determined, In Love, Order Member, Redeemed Hermione: In Love, Melancholy, Order Member, Pregnant, Prisoner, Sweet Locations: Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic  Friendships: Hermione & Harry Characters: Harry Potter, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius Malfoy  Character Deaths: Lucius  Anti-Characters: Anti-Lucius  Warnings: Brief non-con (not Dramione) resulting in pregnancy, language, A/U.

Title: Because I Want You Author: Totally Raven Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 3 Word Count: 14,648 Summary: “I want you, why are you waiting?” she whispered. Why indeed? Draco’s new friendship with Hermione after the War is tainted by his desire for her, and the man standing in his way. Dramione, smut, romance. Graphic adult lemon scenes. COMPLETE. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: September 15, 2010  Completed: October 18, 2011 Relationship: Friendship Themes: Adultery [Hermione cheats with Draco], Alcohol, Baths/Showers, Coffee/Tea, Love Triangle [Draco/Hermione/Ron], Muggle Life, The Morning After Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed Side Pairings: Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny

Title: Because of the Chestnuts and Cherry Stains Author: Bex-chan Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,555 Summary: With the war still casting a shadow over the Wizarding World, Draco  tries to understand why Christmas is so important to Hermione. Even if it takes him years to learn. Status: Complete Timeline: War Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: December 24, 2011 Draco: Order Member, Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Know-It-All Locations: Grimmauld Place, Shell Cottage Side Pairings: Neville/Luna

Title: Because of You Author: Always.Cryd.Confidently Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Hurt/Comfort Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,656 Summary: Full Summary Inside! Songfic to Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. Hermione had a shitty six year marriage with Ron, and tries to move on. She finds comfort in the arms of the unexpected; but is she too broken? M. One-shot! SmuttyCitrusGoodness!  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: August 27, 2010 Themes: Abuse/Assault/Hurt Emotionally [Hermione is abused], Songfic Draco: Hermione’s Boss Hermione: Lawyer Side Pairings: Hermione/Ron, Ron/Lavender Characters: Lavender Brown, Ron Weasley Anti-Characters: Anti-Ron

Title: Because You’re Mine  Author: RZZMG Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,500 Summary: No emotional entanglements. That had been the agreement at the beginning of this, and if I want to keep seeing her, I have to make her think I’m living up to that end of the bargain. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: dramione_duet 2015 Published: October 25, 2015 Completed: October 25, 2015  Relationship: Sex Only Themes: Adultery [Draco and Hermione cheat with eachother] Draco: Draco’s Feelings Hermione: Hermione’s Feelings Side Pairings: Hermione/Ron, Draco/Astoria Character Point of View/POV: Draco, Hermione Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations 

Title: Becoming Beta Author: crochetaway Rating: M Genre(s): Adventure, Romance Chapters: 39 Word Count: 176,751 Summary:  Draco’s summer after 5th year was off to a terrible start. Father was in Azkaban. Mother was barely holding it together. The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were living in his house. Fenrir Greyback and his werewolf pack were living in his dungeons. The Dark Lord had given Draco a seemingly impossible task, and now he had to accept punishment on his father’s behalf. Complete. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 6, AU, War Published: November 23, 2016 Completed: February 7, 2018 Themes: Memories, Magical Creatures [Werewolf], Events and Celebrations, Mates, Research, Horcrux Hunting, Dueling, Battles, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Ministry and Politics, Abuse and Assault, Ancient Magic Draco: Werewolf, Death Eater, Turncoat, Beta, Minister of Magic Hermione: Know-It-All, Order Member, Feisty, Alpha, Chief Friendships: Hermione & Harry Characters: Voldemort, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greybeck, Severus Snape, Original Characters, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Rodulphus Lestrange, Dumbledore, Lavender Brown Character Deaths: Lucius, Ron, Dumbledore, Fenrir Additional Notes: Characters are OOC. Draco-centric fic. Warnings: Non-con/Rape, Torture, Dark Fic, Explicit Sexual Situations,

Title: Becoming Mrs Malfoy Author: Rumaan Rating: T Genre: Romance/Humor Chapters: 27 Word Count: 115,214 Summary: A curse has been revealed affecting both Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Ministry of Magic has to act and enforces a marriage law. Hermione is paired with Malfoy but the Ministry will have to drag her dead body up the aisle before she marries him EWE AU Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war Published: November 10, 2011  Completed: May 1, 2012 Relationship: Engaged/Married (at some point), Narcissa Approves/Is Nice„ Progressive Themes: Apologies [Draco & Hermione], Counseling/Therapy [Hermione], Curses/Spells, Dancing, Endearments/Pet Names, Events/Celebrations [Party], Forced Partnership/Together, Marriage Law, Psychological Trauma/Disorders [Hermione], Redemption, Siblings/Step-family [Draco has a step-father] Draco: Business Man, Redeemed, Snarky, Witty Hermione: Bossy, Campaigner, Emotional, Feisty, Know-it-all, Ministry Employee, Witty Locations: Diagon Alley, Grangers’ Hoome, Hermione’s Flat/House, Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic, Shell Cottage, The Burrow, The Leaky Cauldron, The Three Broomsticks Side Pairings: Blaise/Ginny, Harry/Daphne, Ron/Original Character, Severus/Narcissa Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Daphne, Draco & Harry, Draco & Ron, Draco & Theo, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Luna, Hermione & Ron Characters: Adrian Pucey, Angelina Johnson, Bill Wealsey, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Ernie Macmillan, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Grangers [Matthew and Rachel], Hannah Abbott, Harry Potter, Hestia Jones, Katie Bell, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Original Characters, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis Character Deaths: Lucius Malfoy Featured Holidays: Christmas/New Year’s

Title: Becoming Us Author: NJ Coffee Queen  Rating: T Genre(s): Friendship, Romance Chapters: 21 Word Count: 25,701 Summary: Sixth year was the turning point. It was the year a frienship formed between enemies. Will growing up ruin everything? Status: Complete Timeline: Year 6, Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: January 10, 2014  Completed: March 5, 2014 Relationship: Engaged/Married (at some point), Friendship Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Cecilia], Pregnancy/Child Birth Themes: Apologies [Hermione], Co-workers/Office/Partners [Hermione is Draco’s Boss], Endearments/Pet Names, Events/Celebrations, Nightmares [Draco and Hermione], Roommates/Housemates/Neighbors [Roommates], Sharing a Bed, Travel [Venice, Italy] Draco: Hogwarts Professor [Potions], Redeemed Hermione: Campaigner, Compassionate, Shop Owner Locations: Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor, The Three Broomsticks Side Pairings: Draco/Astoria, Hermione/Theo, Pansy/Goyle Friendships: Draco & Goyle, Draco & Pansy, Hermione & Goyle, Hermione & Pansy, Hermione & Theo Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Gregory Goyle, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Poppy Pomfrey, Theodore Nott

Title: Bedfellows Author: NJ Coffee Queen Rating: T Genre(s): Friendship, Romance Chapters: 21 Word Count: 24,506 Summary: The only way they can sleep is beside each other. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 8, Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: July 12, 2013 Completed: September 11, 2013 Relationship: Engaged/Married (at some point), Friendship Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Zoe] Themes: Apologies [Draco], Endearments/Pet Names, Events/Celebrations [Parties], Hermione Sits in Draco’s Lap, Jealousy, Roommates/Housemates/Neighbors [Roommates], Sharing a Bed Draco: Broody, Redeemed Locations: Draco & Hermione’s Flat/House, Hermione’s Flat/House, Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic, Slytherin Dungeons, Visiting Opposite Hogwarts House [Hermione visits Slytherin Dungeons] Side Pairings: Blaise/Pansy, Hermione/Adrian, Theo/Daphne, Theo/Pansy Friendships: Blaise/Pansy, Draco & Pansy, Hermione & Adriano/Pansy, Hermione & Pansy, Hermione/Adrian, TheDraco & Adrian, Theo/Daphne Characters: Adrian Pucey, Blaise Zabini, Cormac McLaggen, Daphne Greengrass, Grangers [Robert and Helen], Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson

Title: Bedtime Habits Author: Hunter’s Heir Rating: M Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,566 Summary: When nightfall comes, Hermione’s nightly habits begin. Except tonight there seems to be a surprise for Draco… Rated for the smut. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: November 28, 2012 Relationship: Established Relationship

Title: Before The Last Snowdrop Falls Author: sarahyyy Rating: PG-13 Genre(s): Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,921 Summary: Lucius attempts to brighten his own Christmas by ruining Hermione’s. Can Draco swoop in to save the day? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: dramione_advent Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: December 3, 2010 Relationship: Established Relationship Themes: Curses/Spells Draco: Redeemed Characters: Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Ron Weasley

Title: Begs the Question Author: SnuggleLove54 Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,421 Summary: When it comes to Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, one can expect questions to be thrown left and right. Mostly from Hermione, of course. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war Published: March 27, 2012 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Breakup/Together Again Draco: Snarky Hermione: Know-It-All Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Susan Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Mild Profanity

Title: Behind the Ticklish Pear Author: DramioneLurver  Rating: K Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,262 Summary: Frannie is just a House Elf who, quite frankly, despised the Crazy Hat Girl. That is, until one fateful night when the frizzy-haired witch decided to visit the kitchens to bake a cake. The fun part was when that Malfoy boy came along… Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years [Year 6?] Published: February 12, 2011 Themes: Chocolate, Cooking/Baking [Hermione and Draco], Magical Creatures [House-elves] Draco: Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Know-It-All Character Point of View/POVs: Magical Creature

Title: Being a Good Person is Highly Overrated Author: prettymama Rating: PG-13 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,930 Summary: Seven years after Hogwarts, Draco’s a barista and Hermione spends her dateless Saturday nights babysitting Ginny’s children. He’s closed off, and she’s in denial. What could they have in common besides that they’re losers? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: December 10, 2007 Draco: Barista, Redeemed Side Pairings: Blaise/Ginny, Harry/Pansy Characters: Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley

Title: Being a Sex Symbol is a Heavy Load to Carry Author: Jackson Leona Rating: MA Genre(s): Fluff, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,227 Summary: “Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered.” Marilyn Monroe Status: Complete Timeline: Year 7, AU Published: August 13, 2011 Relationship: Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship, Revealing Their Relationship Themes: Head Boy/Head Girl Draco: Redeemed, Sex God Hermione: Blushing Virgin, Feisty, Know-It-All Locations: Heads’ Common Room Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Strong Profanity, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Title: Being Good Author: Mel1996 Rating: MA Genre(s): Plot? What Plot?, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,580 Summary: Hermione decides to act out a few of her fantasies on an all-too-willing Draco. For some couples, this would be quite ordinary, but for them, it was a first in many ways. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: March 23, 2014 Relationship: Established Themes: Endearments/Pet Names Draco: Redeemed Locations: Draco & Hermione’s Flat/House Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Strong Profanity, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Title: Being Love’s Bitch Author: vegetasbubble Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,410 Summary: Two years after the War, Hermione Granger has made peace with the events that unfolded in her young life. She even went as far to become friends with Draco Malfoy. But being friends led to something more and that something more is starting to become something very powerful. EWE. Rated M for course language, sexual references and scenes. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: January 18, 2013 Relationship: Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship, Friendship, Friends With Benefits/Sex Only, Secretly Love/Like/Crush On Each Other Themes: Apologies [Draco and Hermione] Draco: Redeemed Hermione: Emotional, Ministry Employee Locations: Cafe, Draco’s Flat/House, Hermione’s Flat/House Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Theo, Hermione & Harry Characters: Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter

Title: Being silly Author: LightofEvolution Rating: M Genre(s): Humor, Romance  Chapters: 13 Word Count: 28,845 Summary: Even Hermione Granger is allowed to be silly sometimes. And when she happens to run into Draco Malfoy in this state, things might get interesting. Dramione, EWE, 8th year. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 8 Alternate Links: AO3 Published: May 23, 2017  Completed: January 5, 2018 Themes: Alcohol, Head Boy and Head Girl, Dares and Challenges, Flirting, Banter, Tattoos [Draco & Hermione], Games [Truth and Dare], Dancing, Muggle Life Draco: Sex God Hermione: Sex Goddess, Confident, Badass Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Lavender Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson Additional Notes: Characters are OOC. Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations 

Title: Beloved Nemesis Author: WishfulTrance Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Friendship Chapters: 19 Word Count: 76,776  Summary: Hermione Granger’s life revolves purely around work: she barely sees her friends and has a non-existent love life. So when she bumps into her old rival, Draco Malfoy, she’s strangely intrigued by him and how he’s changed. Just as he is by her…  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War  Published: April 5, 2011  Completed: August 8, 2011   Pregnancy/Children: Children [Arabella, Alimia, Blaise Jr] Themes: Meet Again, Letters, Dates, Alcohol, Abuse and Assault, Injuries [Hermione], Trials and Court, Moving in Together, Mystery,  Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Divorced, Business Man Hermione: Healer, Ministry Employee, Feisty, Compassionate Locations: St. Mungo’s, Draco’s Flat.House, Grimmauld Place, Azkaban Side Pairings: Draco/Pansy, Harry/Pansy Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Hermione & Ginny Characters: Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Original Character, Lucius Malfoy Anti-Characters: Anti-Pansy, Anti-Narcissa Additional Notes: Very Fast Relationship Warnings: Sexual Situations 

Title: Beneath Your Window Author: Crookshanks.x Rating: T Genre(s): Drama, Humor, Romance Chapters: 24 Word Count: 89,471 Summary: Hermione finds her life in turmoil and decides that the best move is to run from it all. To her surprise, she’s not the only one running from life.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war, AU Published: June 10, 2007  Completed: June 6, 2008 Relationship: Breakup/Together Again, Engaged/Married (At Some Point), Friendship Themes: Adultery/Affairs/Cheating/Infidelity [Ron Cheated], Alcohol, Auctions, Endearments, Events/Celebration [Charity Dance], Jealousy,Muggle Life, Roommates/Housemates/Neighbors [Neighbours], Travel Draco: Broody, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Feisty, Hermione’s Feelings, Know-It-All Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron Friendships: Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ginny Characters: Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, Original Characters, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape Character Birthdays: Hermione  Anti-Characters: Anti-Ron Warnings: Implicit Sexual Situations, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Title: Best Enemies Author: camnz  Rating: M/R Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 24 Word Count: 42,062 Summary: A throw-away conversation with the vilest ferret on the planet has unintended consequences for Hermione’s entire summer. Timeline: Year 8, Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: April 25, 2010 Completed: August 1, 2010 Relationship: Fake Relationship, Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship Pregnancy/Children: Children [Unknown Names] Themes: Abuse/Assault/Hermione Emotionally [Hermione], Bullying, Dancing, Disownment, Driving [Hermione], Rain, Revenge, Sharing a Bed, Summer, Travel [Cuba] Draco: Bully, Manipulative, Quidditch Player, Snarky, Snob Hermione: Bossy, Emotional, Feisty, Snarky Locations: Diagon Alley, Great Hall, Gryffindor Tower, Headmasters’ Office, Hogwarts Library, Other Restaurant, The Three Broomsticks Side Pairings: Draco/Other, Hermione/Original Character Friendships: Hermione & George, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Blaise Zabini, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Grangers [David & Alice], Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Malfoy, Original Characters [Hermione’s Extended Family], Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil, Ron Weasley

Title: Best Laid Plans Author: dracodew17 Rating: K Genre(s): Fluff, General, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,706 Summary: Hermione is feeling anxious while she reviews some plans, but Draco has a plan of his own. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: Reverse Challenge 2010, Phase 2 (Hawthorn & Vine) Published: September 12, 2010 Relationship: Engaged, Lucius Approves/Is Nice, Narcissa Approves/Is Nice Draco: Order Member, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Feisty, Know-It-All Locations: Malfoy Manor Side Pairings: Lucius/Narcisa Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy

Title: Best Laid Plans Author: hiddenhibernian Rating: PG-13/T Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,082 Summary: Hermione goes through a run of disastrous relationships, while Draco patiently bides his time. There is a fine line between patience and leaving it too late, however… Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: January 21, 2015 Relationship: Friendship Themes: Alcohol, Co-workers/Office/Partners, Events/Celebrations [Party], Picnics, Quidditch/Flying, Spring Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Ministry Employee, Redeemed Hermione: Know-It-All, Ministry Employee Locations: Malfoy Manor, Other Bars/Pubs/Clubs, The Three Broomsticks Characters: Harry Potter, Madam Rosmerta, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Viktor Krum Anti-Characters: Anti-Ron Featured Holidays: Christmas/New Year’s

Title: Best Mistake Author: Daniann8 Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 2 Word Count: 6,552 Summary: What happens when a certain Mudblood is the only one who can save Draco? Will he be able to let her go when he has to? Status: Complete Timeline: Year 6 Alternate Links: ff.net Published: July 19, 2011 Relationship: Breakup/Together Again, Engaged/Married (at some point), Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship Themes: Apologies [Hermione], Injuries [Draco], Love Triangle [Draco/Hermione/Ron], Memory Modification [Hermione], Pensieves [Hermione] Draco: Broody, Death Eater, Emotional, Redeemed Hermione: Emotional, Feisty, Know-It-All Locations: Slytherin Dungeons, Visiting Opposite Hogwarts House [Hermione visits Slytherin Dungeons] Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Arthur Weasley, Bellatrix Lestrange, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Moaning Myrtle, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations

Title: Best Of Me Author: forgetablelove  Rating: K+/PG/PT Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,189 Summary: Draco prepares a nice little surprise for Hermione. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: December 28, 2005 Relationship: Engagement Side Pairings: Ron/Parvati

Title: Best Served Silly Author: thinkingmybrainsout Rating: T Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 11,010 Summary: After forcing his assistant, Hermione Granger, to help him pick out his son’s birthday present Draco Malfoy and said assistant suffer an unfortunate accident involving Itchy Powder. Now it’s a test of wills; whoever scratches first loses. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, Semi-epilogue compliant Published: February 13, 2011 Themes: Bets/Wagers, Co-workers/Office/Partners [Draco is Hermione’s boss], Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes Draco: Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Campaigner, Feisty Locations: Diagon Alley Characters: Ron Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy Character Birthdays: Scorpius Warnings: Mild Profanity, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Title: Bet on It  Author: oh_no_balloons Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Plot? What Plot? Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,970 Summary: Draco and Hermione bump into each other in a bar, one night. A couple of drinks later, and a pool table, things will heat up? How about you bet on it?  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: January 16, 2008 Themes: Alcohol, Bets/Wagers Locations: Other Bars/Pubs/Clubs Notes: You have to join the dmhgchallenge LJ community to read this one.

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one dp x dc ship that quickly comes to mind is Dani and Kon bonding over both being clones

the baby might be a surprise baby, because nobody is really fully sure how hybrid clone genetics work, and whether them both being half-human makes them compatible.

“. . . so like . . .” Kon stares down at Dani’s stomach, and the very tiny but very clear heartbeat slowly but steadily thrumming inside it.  

“How did this happen when we’re both hybrids and therefore supposed to be infertile?” she assumes. 

“Yeah, that,” Kon says. 

“Ghost stuff, man,” Dani says, waggling her fingers. “We’re having a soul-baby. Sorry? Or you’re welcome. Whichever one applies.” 

“What kind of ghost stuff?” Kon says. “Because I feel like this should’ve come up earlier, if it was a concern?” 

“Oh,” Dani says, looking briefly embarrassed and then making a face. “Well, I thought it wasn’t a concern, okay? It wasn’t supposed to be a concern.” 

“Because . . . why, exactly?” Kon asks. “Because I definitely would’ve . . . I dunno, soul-wrapped it or whatever, if it meant we were gonna inflict ourselves on some poor kid as parents.” 

“Yeah, we’re gonna be totally terrible ones,” Dani agrees. “Turns out we’re kinda in love, though, so I guess the kid’s stuck with us.” 

“. . . okay, no offense, but did you just decide that?” Kon asks, raising an eyebrow at her skeptically. “Because you’re pretty badass and all, but I really don’t think we’re there, no offense.” 

“See, that was what I thought, but then the yetis diagnosed me with a literal love-child,” Dani says, making a face again. “So apparently we’re just both emotionally oblivious. Anyway, wanna get married or just live in sin? I’m leaning ‘married’ because then we get a honeymoon and I bet we could do an intergalactic one.” 

“Oh, it’s Space Vegas or bust, boo.” 

“Hell yeah.” 

#dpxdc #dani phantom #kon el #conner kent #superboy #rinfic #nonbinary-octopus

[suzukiblu]

Excerpt from the one where Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it.

(The read-more is definitely necessary, length-wise. I . . . got very into this idea and frankly this is barely a third of it so far, lol.)

"So, uh . . ." Kon says, skeptically eyeing the softly glowing rock in his hand. Metallo, like, threw it at his head. He has no idea why. "Is this supposed to do something or . . . ?"

"It's pink," Kara says leerily, staying very firmly back. Like, unexpectedly far back, in fact.

"Yeah, I'm not actually blind, thanks," Kon says, turning the rock over and squinting at it. It continues not to do anything, aside from the glowing thing.

"No, it's pink kryptonite," she stresses.

". . . it literally doesn't hurt at all, though?" Kon says. Though he probably should've figured it was some kind of kryptonite, given that Metallo had it and had apparently thought he could hurt him with it.

Seriously, though, his gloves are fingerless and he's got it right in his hand. It should be hurting him, if it's actually kryptonite.

"Pink kryptonite doesn't work like that," Kara says, edging a little farther back. They're floating a few hundred feet in the air right now, but from the way she's acting Kon's vaguely concerned that he might be about to explode or something. "It just affects our sexual . . . urges."

"Oh," Kon says, frowning in confusion. Weird, but . . . "Is that all?"

"I don't mean like it makes you horny, Kon, I mean like it makes you homosexual," Kara hisses, looking mortified. "And don't ask how I know, alright?!"

Kon . . . blinks.

"What the literal fuck?" he asks incredulously, just staring at her. "How does that even–are you telling me Metallo went and chucked gay kryptonite at me in the middle of a fight?"

"Yes!" Kara says, still clearly mortified. "So just–just stay over there with it until somebody shows up with a lead box, okay?! The effects will stop after we get it contained."

"Alright, alright. So then do you think the dude was flirting with me or is he just a fucking idiot?" Kon jokes, balancing the kryptonite on his index finger with his TTK. "Although I really don't think he'd be my type either way. Like, nothing against cyborgs in general, obviously, just the whole thing with him being a murderous supervillain who literally runs on kryptonite seems like it'd make us totally star-crossed. I want somebody I can actually commit to, you know?"

"Sure," Kara says, still eyeing the kryptonite with serious trepidation. It's really not helping Kon feel less like a time bomb, to be honest. Is there like some other side effect that he should be worrying about right now or something? Like, is he missing something here?

"You seem kinda high-strung about this," he observes, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Look, you'd have avoided it too if you'd dealt with it before!" she says protestingly. "So stay over there and definitely keep it away from Kal, I don't know if Jimmy ever really recovered from the last time."

"Oh, well, congrats to Jimmy, I guess," Kon says, since he can't really see a downside to scoring a one-night stand with Superman. Like, a downside for somebody who isn't literally his clone, he means. The clone thing would definitely make it weird.

Just it's also Clark, though, so he'd probably be the generous type in bed. Like, the sort to really take care of somebody. Be as gentle as happened to be appropriate but also be down if his partner maybe wanted it a little rough for whatever reason. And he'd definitely be able to go all night. Again, Kon isn't gonna go there himself, it really would be too weird, but he can make a logical conclusion. Extrapolate one. Whatever.

Then again he'd be down with Power Girl absolutely destroying him whenever the fuck she wanted to and she's genetically his . . . some form of cousin or something, he guesses. His half-cousin from another reality. So really, Clark's not even that weird an option. And like, all appearances aside Kon's a binary clone anyway, not even a one-for-one match, sooooo . . .

Actually it's probably weirder that he thinks Power Girl is so unspeakably hot but comparatively Kara is just . . . fine? Like, that's a little odd, isn't it?

Maybe it's an attitude thing. Or the costume.

Might be safe to blame the costume, yeah.

It's just such a good costume. Like, Kon aspires to reach that level of costume.

But really, all that aside he still doesn't even know what the big deal about temporarily going gay is, although to be fair he's also currently talking to Supergirl and not, like . . . literally any dude whatsoever. So like, who knows how weird this stuff might actually make him under those circumstances. Maybe it like fucks with inhibitions and stuff too?

Yeah, hell if he knows. He's really only dealt with green kryptonite before. He was vaguely aware that other colors existed and apparently did different stuff, but . . . this just seems very different, put it that way.

Maybe best to avoid Jimmy Olsen for a little while, Kon decides privately. The guy probably doesn't need that.

Besides, Clark apparently got there first anyway and Kon just really doesn't want to be worrying about measuring up. Miss him with that, thanks.

. . . although maybe he'll go visit Tim later.

Eh, no, Kara made it sound like the pink K's gonna stop affecting him pretty quick once they box it up, so not much point in bothering. Though maybe he'll visit just to hang, come to think of it; they haven't seen each other in almost a whole week. Well, he hasn't seen Tim, at least–who knows how much Bat-surveillance Tim's seen him through.

Kon should maybe sweep his room for bugs again. Note to self.

Although would it be weird to just like . . . keep the pink kryptonite, maybe? Since it apparently doesn't actually hurt anyone or anything? Because that could be, well . . . just interesting, that's all. Like, Kon is open to exploring that experience. Just–as an experience.

"Actually, you're surprisingly not high-strung about this," Kara says.

"Am I?" Kon asks. "I mean, it's not that big a deal, is it?"

She stares at him.

"Kon," she says slowly. "Pink kryptonite affects your sexuality. It makes you attracted to people you're not normally attracted to. It confuses you and everyone around you and it is really freaking embarrassing to explain afterwards."

"I've been mind-controlled into shaving my head and breaking my best friend's arm," Kon says, continuing to not really see what the big deal is. "That was embarrassing. And fucking traumatic. This? This is just kinda weird."

"Only kinda?" Kara asks incredulously. "You're one of the straightest guys I know! How are you just fine with this?!"

"I mean to be fair, that's probably making some unfair generalizations about straight guys," Kon points out. Kara stares at him. "What?"

"I don't even know how to respond to that," she says.

"Sorry?" Kon says, then tucks the pink kryptonite into his jacket pocket with a shrug. He's not trying to hide it or anything; just getting kinda sick of holding it. And it's that or he either ditches it somewhere or starts tossing it around and that'd probably be . . . just, well, absolutely epically stupid of him.

Or it seems like it would be, anyway. Whatever color it is, it's still kryptonite.

"I mentioned keeping that away from Kal, right?" Kara says.

"Yeah, on that note, are they like . . . done down there yet?" Kon asks, glancing down towards the mess of the street that Clark's standing on a few hundred feet below with a whole bunch of randos from S.T.A.R. Labs, for some reason. Somebody mentioned something about neutralizing Metallo's kryptonite heart without actually killing him, but mostly it was science talk and clearly theoretical anyway so to be honest Kon'd kinda tuned it all out as "not currently relevant", and that's all he knows.

"Definitely not," Kara says.

"I'm gonna call Robin while we're killing time, then," Kon says, pulling out his phone.

"You're going to call your closest male friend," Kara says. "Right now. While you've got pink kryptonite in your pocket."

"Yup," Kon says, already pulling up Tim's contact.

"Can you not see how that might be a bad idea at the moment?" Kara asks. "Not in any way whatsoever?"

"Well I'm not calling Impulse," Kon replies reasonably. Kara stares at him again, for some reason.

Eh, whatever.

He calls Tim.

"Hey, Conner, what's up?" Tim answers distractedly, which Kon doesn't hold against him because when isn't Tim distracted, really. Dude's got too much going on in that head of his, for real. He's just glad the guy ever picks up the phone at all.

"So apparently I'm gay right now," Kon greets conversationally, figuring he should lead with that just in case he actually is about to do something embarrassing to explain. "Pink kryptonite is fucking weird, man."

". . . uh," Tim says as Kara covers her face with her hands. "What?"

"Pink kryptonite makes you gay, Kara says," Kon says. "And we're both just kind of chilling above downtown Metropolis waiting for Kal to finish up with the science-y people so we can get said pink K locked up, so I'm bored out of my mind right now and calling you to complain about it."

"You're calling me," Tim says slowly. "While you're . . . gay."

"What, is he asking to come over?" another voice asks from the phone, sounding amused. It takes Kon a second to recognize it, but–oh yeah, that's the mysterious Bernard, isn't it?

Right, Tim has a boyfriend now. Kon's never actually met him on account of being the worst at secret identities and the whole thing that is Bernard living very firmly in Gotham, land of "no metas allowed unless you're either a supervillain or Batman's too dead to stop you", but he's heard him over the phone a couple times now, although they've never actually personally talked. So maybe thinking about Tim while being high on pink kryptonite isn't actually, like, kosher? Or polite. Or whatever.

. . . then again, Bernard did ask.

"I don't know, maybe?" Kon says thoughtfully, considering the idea. "Are you open to me coming over?"

"Yes," Bernard says.

"Bernard," Tim says.

"Babe, I know we're pretending I don't know you're an ass-kicking vigilante and all but come on, don't make me turn down Superboy," Bernard says wryly.

"We're–wait, pretending?!" Tim sputters.

"Pretending so, so hard," Bernard confirms, sounding nothing but fond. Kon's actually a little jealous of that tone of voice, he's gotta admit. Like–it's been a bit since anybody's talked to him that way, is all. "But like, if you actually thought you were being subtle maybe you shouldn't talk about kryptonite on the phone right in front of me or put themed emojis next to all your superfriends' civilian names in your contacts list?"

"Oh my god, you do that?!" Kon asks with a gleeful cackle, immediately forgetting everything else in favor of that absolutely delightful piece of information. "You're the worst! Batman just rolled over in his grave and Oracle is absolutely losing her shit on the other end of her wiretap!"

"B's not even dead right now," Tim says in exasperation. "And if O cared she'd have already hacked my phone and changed them. And for the record plenty of people put random superhero emojis next to their friends' names, that's a totally normal thing to do!"

"Usually the random superhero emojis aren't associated with contact pics that are dead fucking ringers for said superheroes," Bernard says, sounding amused again. "Just as a thing and all."

". . . anyway so you're gay today, how's that going for you, Conner?" Tim says as Bernard laughs gleefully in the background. "Triggering any unfortunate mental health crisises or anything? Making you worry about the validity of your masculinity? Because I can safely assure you that's all bullshit and you're fine."

"Naw, I know all that, being gay is just a thing," Kon says with a shrug. "Kara's being a little weird about it but honestly it's going way better than, like, the times supervillains mind-controlled me into being into them. Like just as an overall experience, I mean."

"Wait, how many times has that come up?" Tim asks in bemusement.

"I dunno?" Kon shrugs again. "I mean you were there for the Poison Ivy incident, and then Gorgeous Gilly happened to me a while later, which was, uh, genuinely horrifying because she tried to literally marry me during all that, so . . . I think just the twice, probably? But don't quote me on that, I don't even remember what I had for breakfast."

"And how is Kara being weird, exactly?" Tim says in his very unsubtle "assessing my teammate's psychological condition" voice.

"Oh, she's mostly just avoiding me?" Kon says, as a guy who's personally not really all that concerned with his psychological condition at the moment. "Because I've got the rock in my pocket on account of not wanting to just leave it lying around somewhere and she doesn't want to get affected by it. I don't know why, I don't really get why it matters."

"I mean it matters, definitely," Bernard says. "Like it very strongly matters to a lot of people."

"Fair, but I think we're all too invulnerable to really have to worry about getting gay-bashed or anything," Kon reasons. "Like, at least not as a heat of the moment thing."

". . . god can you imagine the world we would live in if every piece of shit gay-basher had to deal with the consequences of punching fucking Superman?" Bernard says feelingly. "For real."

"Oh, pink K's temporary," Kon clarifies. "Kal's not gay anymore."

"Hold up, I'm sorry, are you saying that at some point he was?" Bernard demands in obvious delight. "Is that what you're telling me right now?"

"I guess he was into redheads?" Kon says, tilting his head. "Slightly twinky redheads, specifically. Which I don't blame him for, I'm gonna be honest."

"Well now I know that forever, thanks," Tim says dryly.

"Alternate option: he could've been into Batman," Kon points out.

"Redheads it is," Tim says. "You just . . . redhead away over there."

"I mean I thought about it, kinda," Kon admits.

"Ngh," Tim says, for some reason.

"No thinking about Batman, though?" Bernard asks with a snicker.

"Not so much," Kon says, making a face. "Did consider having some Superman thoughts but I'm apparently not that narcissistic, surprisingly enough."

"Kon!" Kara chokes.

"Tell me you've never considered having Superman thoughts and I'll tell you you're a fucking liar," Kon snorts, shooting her a dry look. "Weren't you like totally naked when you first showed up on Earth? And then he found you like that and wrapped you up in his cape all nice and gentlemanly and took you home with him?"

"He is my baby cousin and you're being affected by pink kryptonite poisoning!" Kara accuses, her face bright red.

"Wait, is it actually poisoning me?" Kon says with a frown. "I feel like you should've led with it actually poisoning me, if that's actually a thing."

"Well no, not actually, it's physically harmless," Kara says grudgingly, folding her arms. "But you're still being affected! You're having Superman thoughts, of all things!"

"He just seems like he'd be considerate," Kon says reasonably. "Like, you know. Biblically."

"Ngh," Tim says, again for no apparent reason. Bernard sounds like he might be laughing. Or choking? Or maybe both; it's unclear.

"Please don't hit on Kal," Kara says. "Especially don't hit on Kal with pink kryptonite in your pocket. I don't want to know how that situation would end up."

"Ideally with him being considerate," Kon says. Tim chokes. Kara covers her face again.

"Does pink kryptonite affect your inhibitions too or are you just always like this?" Bernard asks curiously.

"Eh, pretty sure I'm just always like this, going by the things I've definitely still not been forgiven for saying to Power Girl," Kon says, idly tapping a finger against the side of his phone case. "Like, pretty damn sure at this point."

"That is unfortunately accurate," Tim agrees resignedly.

"So you're saying it is ethically okay to have Superboy over while he's gay," Bernard says in a promisingly speculative tone. Kon grins. Just a little, but yeah–definitely he grins. Kara grimaces, because she is absolutely no fun whatsoever.

Spoilsport.

"I did not in any way say that," Tim retorts dubiously.

"I mean that's what I heard, man, and I'm the one with super-hearing in this conversation," Kon says with a wider grin. "My inhibitions are all inhibited and my personal opinions of people are all the same, I'm just currently batting for the other team."

"So your normal opinion of me is that if you were gay, you'd come over," Tim says dryly.

"Yeah?" Kon says, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, obviously."

"How is that obvious?" Tim says.

"Because I already come over every time you let me," Kon reminds him.

"Oh yeah?" Bernard says slyly. "And how often does he let you come, exactly?"

"Not often enough," Kon replies honestly, and doesn't even bite at the obvious dumb sex joke Bernard so thoughtfully set up for him even though it is frankly painful not to.

"Ngh," Tim says. Kon continues not to understand the reason for him repeatedly making that same weird little noise, but whatever, he guesses. It's Tim, maybe he's stitching his own bullet wounds again or something. Guy's a multi-tasker like that.

"You know this would probably make for a fascinating case study about sexuality, actually," Bernard says musingly. "I mean, all I intend to do is abuse the situation to get into your very tight tights, but seriously, maybe we should all be taking notes or something."

"Ugh, hell no, Rob'll go full Bat if we let him do that," Kon snorts, then smirks. "He can take pictures, though, I know he's into that."

"Ngh," Tim says yet again, accompanied by a weird random "thump". If Kon didn't know better, he'd think he'd just fallen off a chair or something.

"Aw dammit, dude, I think I actually like you as a person now," Bernard says, sniggering. "Are you keeping the kryptonite? Please keep the kryptonite. Like, just for Valentine's and Tim's birthday, that's all I ask."

"Honestly don't know if Superman's gonna let me but I do kinda wanna," Kon admits. It seems pretty convenient, really. And definitely fun.

". . . and you're sure his inhibitions and opinions aren't being influenced in any way, Kara?" Tim asks suspiciously.

"He's really just like this, yeah," Kara says resignedly. "Well admittedly Kal spontaneously developed opinions on window treatments and used the word 'smashing' in cold blood when it happened to him, but that might've just been him sucking at flirting. Because he really does suck at flirting."

"What about when it was you?" Kon asks curiously.

"No one ever said it happened to me," Kara says.

"You kinda implied–"

"No one ever said it happened to me," Kara repeats, narrowing her eyes at him and doing an impressively bad job of acting like she's not blushing.

So it definitely happened to her, yeah.

"Okaaaaay, we'll pretend about that too then," Bernard says. "Well, what are your opinions on window treatments, Conner?"

"That I don't know what they are," Kon says.

"Sounds like he's in his right mind to me," Bernard says.

"He is absolutely not," Kara retorts dubiously.

"I really don't feel weird or anything, I swear," Kon tells her, since he still doesn't get the problem but also doesn't actually want to worry her either. "I don't even feel any different."

"Kon, you are hitting on your best friend and his boyfriend," Kara says. "Together. At once. Simultaneously, one might even say."

"You've met Wonder Girl and Arrowette before, right?" Kon says. "And both the Batgirls? And–"

"Oh my god, Kon," she cuts him off.

"Just saying," he says, then pauses for a moment and frowns consideringly. "Actually, question, how gay is this stuff making me, because while we're on the topic of threeways I kinda always wondered about what Starfire and Nightwing get up to together and if–"

"KON!" Kara yells, covering her ears.

"I'm just asking," he huffs.

"I don't know if it's actually possible to be gay enough to not be into Starfire," Bernard says musingly. "Like I can't imagine how it ever could be."

"Right?" Kon says.

"It's possible to not be into Starfire," Tim says. "Like, theoretically. Asexuals and aromantics both exist, for one."

"Do they?" Kon says doubtfully. "Like in general, sure, but when around specifically Starfire?"

". . . I can't technically prove you wrong due to a lack of reliable evidence but still," Tim says. "The possibility is there. If nothing else the multiverse is a thing."

"Last time I saw her she was wearing half a gold lamé bikini and I am not going to tell you which half or define how loosely I am using the term 'wearing'," Kon says.

"I said it's possible, not probable," Tim says.

"What about you, man, are you the gold lamé type?" Bernard asks with a teasing snicker. "Just while you're gay and all, of course. That's like, practically a cultural thing. Gotta be authentic to the experience, yeah?"

"That is in no way whatsoever a cultural thing, babe," Tim says dubiously.

"Please, like I've never worn freaking lamé," Kon scoffs. "I've worn collars and loincloths and leather and crop tops and enough unnecessary belts to tie up a Bat, lamé is nothing."

"Collars and . . . loincloths?" Bernard repeats, sounding confused.

"Yeah, this one time I crash-landed on a lost isle of beast-men and they kidnapped and enslaved me for a few months," Kon explains, waving a hand distractedly. "Frankly I count myself lucky they even let me have the collar, much less the loincloth."

". . . um," Bernard says.

"You, uh, never mentioned the collar part of that story before, Kon," Tim says, clearing his throat. "You very definitely never mentioned the collar part of that story before."

"Oh yeah, the prince kinda kept me as his pet for a little bit?" Kon tells him with an easy shrug. "Like he and all his buddies ganged up on me and then took me home with them, but I was kinda . . . feral, I guess? Technically? So like, collar and chain setup. But he was cool, he took real good care of me."

"Ngh," Tim says just barely faintly.

"Yeah you should definitely come over," Bernard says. "Tim, get the check. Conner, exactly how super is your super-speed?"

"You can just call me Kon," Kon says. "And . . . mach 3, last I clocked it?"

"Isn't that like two thousand miles per hour?" Bernard asks.

"Two thousand two hundred and twenty-three point three," Kon replies with a pleased smirk. "Faster than a speeding bullet. Or so they tell me."

"We'll just meet you at Tim's, how's that," Bernard says. "That work for you, Kon?"

"That works for me, Bernard," Kon confirms, smirking wider.

"Oh my god, Kon, you cannot possibly be serious right now," Kara says in exasperation, rubbing at her temples. "Just because you're temporarily gay doesn't mean you should do anything about it!"

"I mean, I'm feeling pretty serious?" Kon says, shrugging again. He still doesn't get why she's being so sensitive about this. "It's not like this is the weirdest thing I've ever done in pursuit of a good time. Like, holy hell, lemme tell you about the Ravers sometime."

"You're going to have to look Robin in the eye after this!" Kara says. "And work with him! And be a normal person in his presence! Normally!"

"I'm aware?" Kon says, vaguely bemused by her concern. Like he's never been normal around somebody he's slept with before, geez. "Tell Kal I ran off with the pink K, if he wants to lock it up in the Fortress or wherever I can bring it back tomorrow."

"Maybe Monday," Bernard says.

"Or maybe Monday," Kon amends.

"It's Thursday!" Kara sputters.

"So it's a long weekend," Bernard says.

"I'm not explaining this to Kal," Kara says. "I'm not explaining this to Batman."

"I really don't see why you'd have to," Kon says. "Rob, you cool with the long weekend thing? Not too much of an imposition?"

". . . I got the check," Tim mutters in obvious and absolute mortification.

Kon's gonna take that as a "yes".

"Cool," he says, grinning broadly. "See you soon, Boy Wonder."

He ends the call. Kara drags her hands down her face and continues to stay very far away from him and the pink kryptonite in his pocket.

"When you go back to normal and freak out and make everything weird with Robin and your team and even Robin's literal boyfriend, I'm going to say so many 'I told you so's," she swears vehemently. "So don't say I didn't warn you."

"Your objection is on the record," Kon says, then tosses her a lazy salute with another grin and takes off, kryptonite and all.

Best to just scarper while Clark's distracted, yeah?

Definitely best.

#kon el #tim drake #bernard dowd #timberkon #timkon #timber #superboy #dc robin #rinfic #wip: think pink

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Excerpt from an in-progress DP x DC soulmate AU starring Jazz Fenton, a very unfortunate mugger, and a smoothie. Oh, and I guess Jason is there too.

Jazz meets her soulmate in, of all places, Park Row. Or as the locals call it, Crime Alley.

Seems about right for her life, she decides as she kicks the shit out of the guy who was trying to stab him for his wallet fifteen seconds ago. Her soulmate watches her curiously, seeming unconcerned by the fuss, and takes a sip of his smoothie.

Also seems about right, for her soulmate. A guy who got too nervous when necessary violence happened was not going to survive Thanksgiving in Amity Park, much less Christmas.

Well, it is Gotham.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi, sorry, one sec," Jazz says, then leans over the groaning mugger and offers him a card to the best local crisis center she's managed to track down via research and word of mouth in the four months she's been in Gotham. Not her card, obviously, since she just roundhouse-kicked the guy in the head to protect her soulmate from him and that's arguably a conflict of interest. Or close enough, anyway. "So you should check these guys out, they've got a very high success rate in their job program and there's an associated food bank and rent assistance, if you qualify."

"What?" the mugger says dazedly.

"Also if you ever touch my soulmate again I'll make you wish for the cold mercy of the Infinite Realms," Jazz adds pleasantly. The guy goes very, very pale. Then he snatches the card from her and runs for his life and eternal soul.

"This is the nicest thing the universe has ever done to me," her soulmate muses, taking another sip of his smoothie.

"Getting you mugged?" Jazz asks wryly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Are you religious? Do you want kids?" her soulmate asks. "Also, who's your favorite Bat?"

"Robin, obviously," Jazz says. "The overdramatic and feral little stabby one, I mean. He reminds me of my little brother. Makes me feel a little bit maternal, to be honest. So that answers two out of three, and as far as religion goes, I only believe in Psychology Today, highly customized guns, and my mom's ninth-degree black belt."

"This better not awaken anything in me," her soulmate mutters under his breath.

"That seems unlikely, or we wouldn't be soulmates," Jazz says.

"Point," he says, sipping his smoothie again. Jazz didn't even know anywhere in Crime Alley sold smoothies, but she is new around here. "Wanna go break my bed? Or maybe go get coffee?"

"You've already got a smoothie," Jazz says.

"So I do," he says.

Jazz looks him over. He's her soulmate, so she's not surprised to find him gorgeous. She wasn't ever expecting a familial soulmate–Danny is a very intense sibling to have, and her parents are very intense parents to have, not to mention everything about Dani, and "soulcousins" aren't typically a thing–and she's never been especially interested in keeping around too many close friends, so considering all that, she was already expecting her soulmate to be a romantic one. If they are platonic, it's definitely only going to be because her soulmate is an aromantic asexual. Which he probably isn't, since he already asked about kids and religion and if she wanted to go break his bed.

Then again, she's met people who'll posture worse than that. Especially guys, and especially ace ones with a clear investment in their masculinity, and given this particular guy is built like a brick house could only dream to be, chances are he has some feelings about his masculinity. Though he's also drinking a visibly pink smoothie, not a neutral-colored protein shake or generic black coffee, so . . . fifty-fifty there, maybe?

Further inquiry will probably be required.

"I'm Jazz," she tells him. "What's your name?"

"Robin," he says. Then he–pauses. Blinks. "I mean–Robin."

He looks very confused for a second, and Jazz blinks too, and refocuses her eyes a bit. Oh, is he–

"Are you overshadowing that guy?" she assumes. For the love of–of course her soulmate would be a ghost, she thinks dryly. Who'd want a soulmate their mom and dad wouldn't want to grill for information and ask a thousand invasive questions, after all? "I mean, he's really hot, don't get me wrong, he looks good on you, but I'd rather meet you for real."

"'Overshadowing'?" Robin looks bemused.

"I'm Danny's sister," Jazz clarifies. Robin does not look less bemused. "You know, the new king?"

"What?" Robin says. Jazz frowns a little, feeling a bit bemused herself.

"Do you not get out much?" she asks.

"Never, actually, but also yes and constantly and way too often," Robin says. "My job is kind of demanding that way."

"What's your job?" Jazz asks curiously. Ghosts' jobs are always interesting, even if only for how they interact and manifest with their Obsessions. She wonders what his Obsession is, actually, because smoothies seem like an unlikely option but she doesn't have much else to go on here.

Can't be weirder than Box Ghost, either way.

"I'm a Bat," Robin says, then looks absolutely alarmed and also absolutely horrified.

"Huh," Jazz says, tilting her head. He seems really big to be one of the Robins, and a little too old besides. A year or two younger than her, maybe, and even the older Robin she's pretty sure is at best Danny's age. Though that's assuming this body is the one he fights crime in, admittedly. Although it's kinda funny if one of the Bats is just named Robin. Must get annoying on patrol, though. "I didn't know any of you were dead, but I guess that's not actually a surprise either, given the profession."

"Why did I say that to you?" Robin asks tightly.

"I told you, I'm the new king's sister," Jazz says. "You know, it's the royal family thing. Technically I'm his regent, legally speaking, but only because I'm better at paperwork and he doesn't count as a legal adult in the Infinite Realms yet. Hasn't been dead long enough, you know how it is. But I've been alive long enough to, apparently? But his 'being alive' technically stopped tracking at fourteen. It's complicated, basically."

"What the fuck does that mean?!" Robin demands.

"It means you can't lie to me because you're one of my brother's subjects," Jazz says, really not understanding his reaction. Every ghost knows this, after all. The only ones who wouldn't know it are too young to be away from their guardians' haunts or even leave the Infinite Realms at all. Definitely a ghost who knows how to overshadow someone this thoroughly and fully is old enough and experienced enough to know it, though. "Whose body is that, anyway?"

"It's my father's," Robin says. Jazz's eyes widen a little and she has several very concerned internal reactions before he chokes and sputters–"I mean–it's not–he's not–!"

"You realize there is no healthy way to mean that, right?" Jazz says. Robin looks frustrated and freaked out and she feels bad about it, because she didn't mean or want to upset him, but she clearly has. "Sorry. I mean, I still secretly feel like I'm the one parenting my parents half the time, you're not the only one with weird feelings about yours."

"I'm his," Robin says, then grits his teeth in visible pain. He's this close to crushing the smoothie cup he's holding but hasn't actually done it. Jazz wonders if that's an example of deliberate self-control or subconscious restraint.

She's pretty sure Robin didn't mean to say that, though.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a little concerned. Normally ghosts just stop talking about things they want to lie about, when they realize who she is.

"No," Robin says. "I'm just his. I've always been his, I always will be, his good soldier, his worst mistake, not his actual fucking son, why am I telling you this?!"

"I don't know," Jazz says, frowning in increased concern. "Usually people can work around the inability to lie a little bit, but you sound like you're being compelled to speak. Increasingly like, actually. Hm. What's your Obsession? And what kind of core do you have?"

"What?" he says.

"They might be making you unstable, is all," Jazz says. "I don't think it'd be a soulmate thing but to be fair I don't really know how that works. Are you dead, or are you a manifestation of something?"

"I'm dead," Robin says, staring at her. "That bastard clown beat my head in with a crowbar and blew up what was left of me. I woke up in my grave and–I–how did you know that?"

"Well, I didn't, that's why I asked," Jazz says reasonably, idly wondering why the Joker isn't dead yet, since this is Gotham and obviously it wouldn't be another "bastard clown" Robin was referencing, even if he wasn't a Bat. But like, at least dead via the court system, if nothing else. The Joker is insane, yes, but no one can argue he doesn't know right from wrong at this point. Does New Jersey just not have the death penalty, maybe? She hasn't thought to check. "Maybe it's the guy you're in? He's not drunk or high or anything, is he?"

"I hate drugs," Robin says, gritting his teeth again; tightening his grip on the smoothie again. He's trembling, just barely. "I hate them. I'd never touch them. I don't know what you are. You're scaring me. Please stop."

He definitely didn't mean to say that, Jazz can tell.

But . . . he doesn't know what she is.

He doesn't know.

Well, that's a problem.

"Robin," she says gently, and for some reason his face twists painfully at the sound of his own name. "Can I see your core? Please?"

#hardcover ship #anger management ship #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #idk which order is 'accurate' here lol #jazz x jason #jason x jazz #rinfic #long post #wip: queen regent jazz and her dead soulmate

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excerpt from a "Kara actually got to Earth on-schedule and now she's got a baby cousin to raise" AU:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care–painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field. 

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 

Maybe. 

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-like, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 

They’re pretty. 

She wishes she could show her mother. 

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 

It helps, almost. 

Almost. 

The “pye” tastes very good.

#kara zor el #kal el #supergirl #superman #superfamily #ma and pa kent #rinfic #wip: kara gets to earth on time

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NaNoWriMo fic, day one: obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

"You're working for Cadmus," Tim says slowly. "Cadmus, as in the lab that stole Superman's body and cloned him without his consent. Cadmus, which you had to break out of so they couldn't put mind control code words in your head."

"Yeah," Superboy replies like that's not literally insane. Tim stares at him.

"Why?" he asks incredulously.

"Food and shelter?" Superboy shrugs. "And I mean, I dunno, where else am I gonna go?"

Tim is not okay with this situation.

"What did Superman say?" he says.

"Just to like, keep an eye on things," Superboy says with another shrug. "Make sure they're not up to anything shifty."

Tim stares at him.

"Superman," he says. "Told you to just . . . 'keep an eye on' the dubiously ethical cloning lab. The specific dubiously ethical cloning lab that tried to put mind control code words in your head. Specifically."

"Yeah," Superboy confirms.

Alright, Tim is actually even less okay with this situation than he thought, apparently. Like, impressively less.

"Okay," he says. It is absolutely no kind of okay in any way whatsoever, of course, but he doesn't want to put Superboy on the defensive. That'd make effectively interrogating him a lot harder, for one thing. Cooperative subjects are best in these situations. "What are they paying you?"

"I mean, like, they gave me my own room and they're feeding me and whatever, so I don't really need much money," Superboy says. "There's a discretionary fund I can use if I need to go on an undercover mission or anything like that? But I'm not really the undercover type anyway."

"Sure," Tim says. So . . . no way for Superboy to save up to move out and get an out-of-lab life, then. Great. That's not fucked-up or crazy or horrible at all. "Do you like it there?"

"It's okay," Superboy says, shrugging again. "Better than literally everybody in Hawaii yelling at me every time they see my face, yeah?"

Tim wants to set the world on fire, but he's trying really hard not to go supervillain before he's thirty and he'd hate to throw out all that hard work.

"They just let me do whatever, mostly," Superboy adds. "They don't really care as long as I'm around when they need me."

He'll go supervillain as soon as Bruce dies, Tim promises himself. Just–he'll give his share of the eulogy at the funeral and then he'll blow up three-fourths of Arkham and the entire GCPD while Commissioner Gordon is on his lunch break. He can time that out, that'll be easy. And then he'll go and personally murder the Joker with the very specific combination of a rusty crowbar and a shrapnel bomb, and then he'll just . . . well, he'll just go with the flow from there, he figures. Do whatever feels natural.

Seriously, the world as it is does not deserve to exist. It really just does not.

Tim figures he can probably convince the rest of Young Justice to tag along for the whole supervillain thing and hopefully Dick and Steph and Barbara too, and ideally also Alfred, in the unfortunately likely event that he outlives Bruce. He's got time to lay the groundwork with them all and all, and also everything really is awful and horrible and really does deserve to burn.

"Are they sending you to school or anything? Or tutoring you?" Tim asks with what little scraps of hope he has left. Higher education would be . . . well, something, at least. And actually it probably wouldn't hurt for Superboy to learn a bit more about genetic engineering from the same place he got genetically engineered, just in case anything goes wrong with his DNA again. Cadmus should at least be good for that much, right?

"Ew, no, thank fuck," Superboy says, making a face. "Like I said, they mostly let me do whatever until something needs punched."

So . . . no furthered education or learning any usable job skills or making real money or literally anything that could, again, lead to Superboy ever getting any kind of an actual out-of-lab life established.

Great.

Just great.

"I see," Tim says.

"It's a pretty sweet gig, considering," Superboy says, and grins brightly at him. It's a very nice grin. Normally being faced with that particular grin would make Tim need to beat down the highly unprofessional urge to kiss it.

Right now, though, he's a little bit more concerned with the fact that his teammate is just . . . living in and working for a fucking lab. As a matter of course. Just as a thing.

And Superman of all people thinks that's . . . fine, for some reason? Like, normal and ethical and okay? Somehow? In some way?

What the actual fuck, Tim thinks to himself.

"You said Superman told you to keep an eye on things?" he asks.

"Yeah," Superboy says, his grin widening. "He took me to his fortress and asked me to do it there. Showed me around a bit, too."

"That sounds really interesting," Tim says, wondering in vague disbelief if that means Superman had never taken Superboy to the Fortress of Solitude before. He must've, right? And just . . . inexplicably not shown Superboy around then.

Yeah. Sure.

"It was awesome!" Superboy says with more enthusiasm than Tim's seen from him since they met Nina Dowd's . . . endowments, seemingly forgetting the need to be "cool" for long enough to lean forward in his seat and outright beam at him. Tim is gonna need a minute to recover from the sight of that expression, probably. "It's seriously freaking freezing up there, but there's so much cool shit in the place. Like, from all over the universe, but from Krypton, even! The only thing I'd ever seen from Krypton before was kryptonite!"

Tim considers moving up his supervillain timeline after all. Like. Just possibly. Just a little.

Maybe he can convince Bruce to take an early retirement off-planet and just go from there.

What the hell is wrong with Superman?

"Oh, wow, really?" Tim says, simultaneously pretending he didn't already know what Superman has in his fortress and trying not to be screamingly obvious about the internal calculations he's running on figuring out how to weaponize red sunlight. Or like, maybe he could look into learning some magic. That's technically an option. Probably more time-consuming and harder to hide the process of, though. Still, it's on the table.

"Yeah. He showed me some of it. Told me some stories and stuff, even," Superboy says, and that excited grin turns just a little bit shy and soft and somehow even more distracting than usual. He ducks his head just a little, and then that soft grin is more like a soft smile, and Tim suffers. "And I, uh–and he gave me something, too."

"What did he give you?" Tim asks, praying to God that the answer is "an emergency contact number" or "an allowance that can cover a semi-decent Metropolis apartment" or "an offer to live literally anywhere but Cadmus, including in the thirtieth century or on a hostile alien planet or inside an active volcano". He's technically an atheist, so the praying thing is probably moot, but times of desperation are times of desperation.

"A name," Superboy says, and his smile widens helplessly. "Like, you know, a real one."

Tim might hate Superman, he thinks. That might actually be a thing now.

Yeah, he's definitely going supervillain after Bruce dies and doesn't need an emotional support sidekick anymore. Better start stocking up on the kryptonite.

"That's great," he says with a very carefully not-forced smile of his own instead of anything more along the lines of "wait, you've been alive and active as a superhero for all this time and no one ever actually named you?!" Superboy would probably take it the wrong way, not in the least because that genuinely never actually occurred to him as being a thing before. Like–he really did just assume Superboy was keeping a lid on whatever his real name was for personal reasons or Superman reasons or something. "Are you allowed to tell me it, or is that a no-go?"

"Oh, yeah," Superboy says with a sheepish laugh, rubbing at his arm. "It's like, a Kryptonian name? Not like a secret identity one. It's, uh, Kon-El."

Of course it's not even a damn secret identity, Tim thinks in absolute frustration and abject loathing. Of course not! Why would it be?! Fuck forbid!

"I like it," he says, because he lies to Batman and therefore there is no fucking way that he's going to let Superboy–Kon–see any sign whatsoever of the metaphorical 9.9 on the Richter scale that is currently happening in his psyche. "It suits you."

"You think?" Kon grins all the wider. Tim can't even calm down enough to want to kiss him, except in the sense that he always wants to kiss him.

"I do," he says, and smiles at him again.

Kon smiles back.

Tim hates everything. All the things. There is nothing that Tim doesn't hate right now, except maybe Alfred's snickerdoodles because he might be having a nervous breakdown but he's not, like, criminally insane or whatever.

Yet.

"Yeah, it's kinda cool," Kon says, straightening up in his seat and then leaning back, clearing his throat and slipping his sunglasses back on like they're not in a literal cave right now. Tim doesn't call him on it, because he has a supervillain timeline to work out and that's much more important.

Also because the teammate he has an inadvisable crush on is in a much, much shittier situation than he ever realized and he has to reconcile that with his worldview and also his opinion of Superman. Tim doesn't especially idolize the man except in the sense of knowing he's one of the greatest heroes on Earth and a very, very good man that Bruce thinks incredibly highly of, one of the best men on the League and maybe even on the planet, but . . .

But if he's such a good man, then why the hell is Kon living in a lab that tried to mind-control him and why has he only just seen the Fortress of Solitude for the first time?

Why didn't he have a real name?

"So do we call you Kon or Kon-El now?" Tim asks, which is a bit of a senseless question but also at least a bit of a distraction. He wants to say this whole situation is a horrible idea, who the FUCK convinced you this situation was a good idea?!, but there is no possible way that Kon would respond well to that. Ever.

Also, Kon had a point. Where else is he gonna go?

Clearly not the Fortress of Solitude.

Seriously, would it be that hard for Superman to give him a room there? At least a place to stay sometimes, so he wasn't exclusively relying on the mind-control cloning lab for food and shelter and basic comforts?

"I think just Kon?" Kon says, frowning consideringly. "'El' is like Superman's last name, I guess? So I think just Kon."

"Makes sense," Tim says, internally seething. Superman gave him the "El" name but not a secret identity? A name from a dead civilization with a bit of sentimental value, maybe, but nothing usable on this planet? Fuck, you'd think Kon didn't already know his secre–

. . . Kon doesn't know Superman's secret identity, does he.

Tim had thought he was lying, when he'd said that stuff about Superman not having one, before. Thought it was supposed to be a cover or a misdirection or something. But Kon actually thinks that, doesn't he. And Superman has just . . . kept letting him think that.

Becoming a supervillain actually might be an underreaction, in retrospect.

"Just Kon sounds less formal anyway," Tim says instead of so just in theory, do you think tactile telekinesis could trigger a heart attack or stroke in a full-blooded Kryptonian, if you could REALLY concentrate on doing it? like not FATALLY, just dehabilitatingly?, because he still has some groundwork to do before they get that far into potential supervillainy. There's steps to the plan. The steps need to be followed. They're very important steps. "You don't want Bart full-naming you every time he's looking for the remote."

"Like he'd even bother, it's faster for him to turn the living room upside-down than actually ask anyway," Kon says with a laugh, dropping his head back on his neck. Tim has some thoughts about climbing into his lap and figuring out if the TTK makes him hickey-proof, and then buries them. Not appropriate. Not professional. Just not.

. . . technically, if Kon wanted a hickey, he could just let his TTK down and ask for–

Tim buries his thoughts deeper.

Much, much deeper.

"Point," he says. "So what time does Cadmus expect you back?"

"Dude, it's a job, not a boarding school," Kon says, giving him an amused look. "I don't have a curfew."

Tim, technically, hasn't followed his own curfew any way but accidentally once in his entire life, but for god's sake, is Cadmus even pretending to be raising a teenager or are they really just being that flagrant about ignoring all the child labor laws they so clearly do not give a fuck about? Like, there must be something illegal about this. There has to be.

If there's not, Tim will be adding "burn down Project Cadmus" to his list of supervillain plans to set up in advance. In red pen. Underlined.

Twice.

God, why is the world like this. Why are people like this?

"I guess that'd be convenient," Tim says, internally ranking various methods of combustion. "Though I guess it depends on the cafeteria hours, too."

"It's whatever, I can always eat later," Kon replies with a shrug. "I think I've still got a couple protein bars in my room anyway."

"Just protein bars?" Tim asks, mentally upping the amount of explosives he was considering going with. Cadmus is going to be a crater by the time he's done with it. "Don't you need more calories than that?"

". . . well, sort of," Kon says, folding his arms and looking very briefly embarrassed. "Superman doesn't have to eat, apparently, but, uh, guess I'm not Kryptonian enough for that. Actually I kinda need to eat more than normal humans, it's weird. Like. A lot more."

"I'm ordering pizza," Tim says, upping his mental explosives count again. "What do you want on it?"

"We're the only ones here," Kon says, looking puzzled.

"More pizza for us, then," Tim says.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #long post #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby Kon

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Hey kids, I've got some more "Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!" behind this here read-more. You know, if that's a thing you're into. 👀

“I don’t know what names are good,” Superboy says finally, his voice stiff. “Or sound good. I never even heard music before Kid Flash was–I just don’t know what sounds are good. Or whatever.” 

“It doesn’t matter if it’s ‘good’,” Billy says, wondering why Superboy cares so much about his name “sounding” good and also why Cadmus is apparently the worst. They never even played music for him? What, at all? He makes an immediate mental note to figure out how to set up the wireless speakers Batman had delivered and, like, Spotify or something. “You just have to like it.” 

“Oh,” Superboy says, just barely frowning again. “Are you . . . sure?” 

“Yeah,” Billy says firmly. “I’m definitely sure.” 

“Oh,” Superboy says again, then looks down at his feet. Billy feels bad for him and is going to set up like, a million different playlists the first chance he gets. Just like a lot of different stuff, so Superboy can figure out what he likes.

“Do you still want suggestions?” he asks. “I promise I won’t pick anything that sounds bad.” 

“. . . fine,” Superboy says, still looking at his feet. It’s not a resounding “yes” or anything, but it’s no a “no”, Billy’s pretty sure, and he does want to help Superboy pick a good name, so . . . it’s probably okay to try again, he thinks. 

“Okay,” he says, trying to think of something really good and not just random stuff this time. Like–names are important, and Superboy obviously cares about what other people are gonna think of what he picks, so . . . 

Superboy keeps not looking at him. Billy tries not to worry about it. Maybe Superboy just doesn’t like looking at people at all. He didn’t make eye contact with Kid Flash’s parents while they were here either, and barely even with Kid Flash. Which makes sense, he guesses, because why would someone used to telepathic communication really feel a need to look at anyone’s face? Superboy probably doesn’t have the . . . instinct, or whatever. 

Well, it’s fine if he doesn’t, Billy figures. Either he’ll learn it or he’ll just not like it either way, and neither of those options are a big deal or anything. The name thing and coming up with rules and stuff and helping Superboy feel comfortable are way more important right now. 

"Um . . . actually, my mom's name was Marilyn," Billy suggests a little shyly as an old idea occurs to him. It’s been a while since he really thought about it, honestly, but . . . "So you could be 'Lynn', maybe? If that's not too weird? I used to think that if I ever had a kid I'd name them after my mom, 'cuz my dad's name was Clarence and that's pretty old-fashioned, though I guess if you were a girl you could've just been 'Claire', so . . . well, maybe Clarence could be your middle name, actually? If you like it, I mean." 

Superboy . . . pauses. Frowns at the floor. 

"Why would you name me that?" he asks skeptically. "You might have an actual kid someday and want to use it for them." 

"I have an actual kid right now," Billy says reasonably. "Why wouldn't I use it for you?" 

Superboy sits very, very still, and doesn't say anything. Billy starts worrying that maybe that was weird or too much and maybe he's already the worst dad ever and maybe now Superboy thinks he's weird and too much and the worst dad ever and is just gonna get up and go straight back to Kid Flash's house and never even talk to him again or–

"I count as an actual kid to you?" Superboy asks, his voice completely neutral. 

Oh, Billy realizes. 

Man, he's dumb sometimes. 

"Yeah," he says firmly. "You definitely count." 

". . . okay," Superboy says, looking at the wall. "'Lynn' works." 

"Awesome," Billy says, smiling at him as wide as he thinks he can get away with. He doesn't want to look fake or like he's trying too hard or to be overwhelming or anything like that. He just wants to make it obvious that he's happy right now. "Nice to meet you, Lynn Clarence Batson." 

"Nice to meet you too," Superboy says–Lynn says–glancing sidelong at him just a little bit hesitantly. "Um . . . Dad." 

Billy grins. 

Okay. Not the worst dad ever after all, then.

#billy batson #conner kent #captain marvel #shazam #superboy #young justice #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good! #rinfic

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Danny/Duke(DeadLights or GhostLights), "I'll be waiting... time after time."

Duke found something weird on patrol today. He’s day shift, obviously, but near the end of his shift . . . 

Well, something weird happened. 

Or he saw something weird, more like. 

He saw something weird that’d already happened, maybe. Or . . . was happening? Was about to happen? 

It was hard to tell, for some reason. Like the time didn’t . . . flow quite right. Like the light was reflecting wrong.

So now he’s crouched in the back of the darkest alley he could feel in reasonable range, and he’s holding a tiny, tiny wisp of a thing, a faint little gossamer-fragile globe. It’s . . . light, he thinks. It looks like light. Behaves like it, a little. 

But it behaves like light that he’s using his powers on, not light that just exists. 

So that’s . . . new, yeah. 

Huh. 

Duke doesn’t know why, but he’s worried about the little light. Like it’s about to go out, and like it’d be bad if it went out. 

He wonders . . .

He wraps the darkness around himself better, and thinks of it like a cradle, for some reason. Some reason he can’t quite pin down for himself. The little light flickers, thready and inconstant. It makes him think of a heartbeat, even in the silence, and he wraps more darkness around himself. 

Wraps more darkness around . . . them, some part of him thinks. 

Yeah. “Them”. 

Huh. 

Gotham is never silent unless things are going very wrong, of course. And this is a light, not a heartbeat. Not a . . . 

No. It’s not a heartbeat. 

It’s a heart. 

Duke puts the gentlest spark of illumination on the very tip of his finger and very, very lightly touches the heart’s gossamer-lit surface. It sparks. 

It gleams. 

He sees something like veins on its surface and electric illumination inside it, and something alive all the way through it. Or . . . close to alive. Almost the same as alive.

Well. Maybe not alive, but . . . close enough to count, he thinks. 

Yeah. Definitely close enough to count. 

“It’s okay. I got you,” Duke says, and he doesn’t mean to say it that way, really, but it comes out like he’s talking to a lost little kid. He’s used to that, given the job, but he’s not sure why he’s doing it now. 

But also it’s just–what he’s doing. He doesn’t know why, but it’s what he’s doing. 

Is this . . . this is a person, isn’t it. But is this a person and also a kid? 

He doesn’t know how he knows that, but–it is, isn’t it. This is a kid. A kid who’s gossamer-frail and weak and flickering. 

Okay, well . . . he has to do something about that, then. 

He doesn’t know what exactly he does need to do. It’s . . . there’s something that he needs to do, he knows. Something that he can do. 

He wraps more darkness around them both, twisting the shadows up around them. He makes something like a nest, or maybe an actual cradle after all, and he lets it all interweave into something safe and strong and secure. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he knows he has to do something, and the best he’s got is trying to follow his instincts. Listen to what the light is . . . not saying, exactly, but wants. 

It wants safe. It wants strong. It wants secure. It wants–

“Hey,” a voice says, and Duke looks up and sees a floating silhouette that burns like starlight outside his cradle of shadows, a spiked crown illuminating the air above its head and a burning ring engulfing its right hand. It looks like it’s about to burst into a supernova; like it could destroy worlds. 

It’s a really cute guy about his age with electric green eyes and milk-white hair in a black hazmat suit. 

. . . okay, sure. This might as well happen, Duke thinks. 

“You two need some help down there?” the guy asks, and the little gossamer light glows. 

. . . well, all things considered, Duke’s done crazier things than ask a really cute supernova for childcare tips.

#dpxdc #ghostlights #deadlights #duke thomas #danny fenton #dc signal #danny phantom #anonymous #rinfic #long post

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what do you have for Clark kent?

Clark is the last son of Krypton.

Clark is the last of Krypton.

At least, that's what he thought thirty seconds ago.

"Uh," the kid standing in the middle of the broken-up Metropolis street in front of him says awkwardly, a gloved hand half-covering the bright and bold and undeniable emblem on his chest. There's a lot of surrounding property damage, a lot of staring civilians hovering on the sidewalk, and some very upset police officers cuffing up some very unconscious metahuman gang members. Clark can't even begin to bring himself to care about any of it. "Hey . . . ?"

"Hello," Diana says, raising a curious eyebrow at both the kid and the ridiculous mess that's somehow been made of the street. From the look of it maybe one of those gang members had some kind of tectonic-based abilities or something similar, but Clark continues not to care. "It seems we've encountered an admirer of yours, Kal."

"You're wearing that crest without permission," Bruce says flatly, looking less amused than Clark has seen him since the last time someone died on the League's watch.

Clark, meanwhile, can't say anything at all.

"Hey, Superman gave me permission, okay?!" the kid protests, bristling defensively. Clutching the emblem . . . protectively. Like he's afraid to have it taken away. "Just not, uh . . . this one."

"This one." Bruce frowns. The kid flattens his hand against his chest and just . . . shrugs, looking away. Clark can't look away from him at all. He looks like . . . he looks . . .

"Yeah," the kid says, gesturing a little directionlessly with his free hand. "I'm kinda not, like . . . local? There was like this whole thing, like with Hypertime and–it's complicated, okay? Just, like, it's an alternate reality issue. I'm sort of, uh . . . lost. Or–stranded, more like. I guess more like . . . stranded."

The kid swallows. Drops his hand away from the emblem and folds his arms over it instead.

Keeps standing there, looking like . . .

"Are you, now," Bruce says neutrally, and he's definitely going somewhere with that, but–

"You're Kryptonian," Clark blurts, because he can't hold the words back a moment longer. Diana and Bruce both go very still beside him. The kid just looks surprised.

"Uh, not really?" he says. "I mean, okay, sort of. I'm a binary clone of . . . you know, like a hybrid? Um, they based me off, well . . . our Superman. And then, like, stitched me up with human DNA to hold me together 'cuz the Kryptonian genome is a freaking nightmare and they couldn't really figure it out all that well, so otherwise I would've degraded and–uh. Sorry."

Clark feels something he doesn't think he's ever felt in his life, looking at this kid. Feels like he's been dragging himself through the uncanny valley and finally seen the other side of the thing; like he's finally crossed through the fog and darkness and come out into the clear light of day and seen what people are actually supposed to look like. Everything about him is just . . . right. The pitch of his voice, the slope of his shoulders, the way the sunlight reflects off his skin, the pattern of spokes in his irises, the color of his eyes, the weight of him in the world . . .

Clark wants to snatch this kid up and wrap him in his cape and never let anything else touch him. Never let him be hurt or upset or–or alone. Never. Not for anything.

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met . . . when they first . . .

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met their child. A sense of awe and wonder and . . . and . . .

He feels like he felt the first time he left the atmosphere and saw all of Earth all at once. Everything on it, everyone on it. The whole thing all together, all the same. Perfect.

Complete.

He's never loved anything this immediately, Clark realizes distantly. Not even that first full glimpse of Earth.

He can't imagine how he ever, ever could have.

"What's your name?" he asks, unable to shake the intensity of emotion held painfully tight in his chest. Not even wanting to shake it.

The kid looks–worried, almost. Puts his hands behind his back. Clark can see the full image of the El crest emblazoned in pride of place across his chest for the first time, and it makes him feel weak.

"Superboy," the kid says. "Um . . . Kon-El."

Clark's heart could burst, hearing that.

Or break.

"Kon-El," he echoes, forcing himself not to step in closer; not to crowd the kid. "I had a . . . on Krypton, before it was destroyed, there was . . ."

"A cousin. From the, uh, second house of El," the kid–Kon-El–agrees, shifting just barely anxiously. "My Superman said I . . . reminded him of him, like from what he saw in the recordings and all? So, uh . . ."

"I named you after him?" Clark asks wonderingly. He would've given the kid a human name over a Kryptonian one, himself, but then again, a public street in an alternate dimension isn't really the place for him to be introducing himself as "Jon Kent" or anything similar. Kon nods stiffly, drawing himself up a bit.

"Yeah," he says. "He said, uh–um. He said Kon-El was strong-willed. And . . . uh . . ."

He trails off, looking nervous, and then visibly steels himself and looks defensive again instead.

"He said I was family," he says, squaring his shoulders and lifting his jaw, like he's actually expecting someone to argue with him or something. "So he gave me that name."

Clark doesn't know who the hell made this kid so much as hesitate over saying that to any version of him that isn't an active supervillain, but he thinks he'd like to throw them into the Phantom Zone for a century or two. Just . . . that's all.

Or maybe three.

#clark kent #kon el #superman #superboy #superfamily #plotbunny-bundle #rinfic #long post #wip: the last son of krypton meets hypertime kon

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Tim?

Tim did not actually mean to kidnap an alternate reality's version of Kon.

In his defense, he'd had very limited time in that reality and everything in it had been going to shit and . . . well, everything in it had been going to shit.

Also, Lex Luthor had been a lot more heavily involved in that particular reality's Cadmus, and fuck it if Tim was ever going to leave any version of Kon with that bastard.

With any bastard who could ever look at Kon and call him "it".

"Ow," Tim grunts into the dirty pavement of what he hopes is his own Gotham as blood drips out of his mouth, and feels Kon's fingertips brush very, very tentatively against his back. He's a little too dizzy to lift his head, but he figures it doesn't matter. Like it's just . . . it's fine. They're not in Cadmus and Kon is safe and Tim is . . . conscious, at least, which means he can work with the situation.

Whatever the situation actually is, anyway.

Kon's hands flatten against his back, which is a very familiar tell, and Tim immediately feels the even more familiar embrace of TTK wrapping him up.

Less familiar is the impulse to find said embrace adorable, but in Tim's defense, this Kon is physiologically about ten years old and so far every single thing he's done has been either adorable or heartbreaking or some terrible combination of the two.

"Robin?" Kon asks anxiously. "You're okay, right?"

"M'okay," Tim mumbles blurrily, because it's more or less true. More blood drips out of his mouth and splatters on the pavement. "All okay. S'fine. You hurt?"

"No," Kon says, still sounding nervous. "Dunno where we are, though."

"Should be Gotham," Tim says, forcing himself to lift his head enough to check and nearly laughing as he recognizes their surroundings as the exact part of Crime Alley that he got interdimensionally yanked out of seventy-six hours ago. "Yeah. Gotham."

He pushes himself up enough to look over at Kon. Kon looks very small crouched down next to him with buzzed-down hair, barefoot in pristine white lab scrubs with a shiny metal cuff stamped with an identification number locked around his wrist. "13" features prominently on it.

Tim wants to melt it into slag.

"Is it your Gotham?" Kon asks.

"No clue, but I'm hoping," Tim says. He thinks about getting to his feet but he's pretty sure he'd throw up if he tried. Or fall over. Or both?

Probably both, at this point.

Oh well, he figures, and pushes himself up. He doesn't vomit, surprisingly, although he is very definitely sure that Kon's TTK is the only thing keeping him from falling over.

No reason to look that particular gift horse in the mouth, Tim decides.

"I need coffee," he says as he gives Kon's shoulder an appreciative pat, because the caffeine withdrawal is real. Also he needs medical attention, probably, but also-also he needs to come up with either a cover story for the ER or an explanation for Bruce and therefore caffeine can't hurt.

"Uh, okay," Kon says skeptically. "I don't think Starbucks or anything is gonna be open right now, though, it's pretty late."

"God, what did Cadmus teach you, kid," Tim says despairingly, making a face at the thought. "Starbucks is a punishment from God. We're going to the nearest twenty-four diner and I'm ordering roofing tar. And we're getting you a hot chocolate. Do you want a hot chocolate?"

". . . yeah," Kon says, biting his lip. "Um. I mean, I dunno if I'd like it, though."

"If you don't like it, we'll get you something else," Tim says. "But I haven't slept or eaten properly since I left my reality and I need coffee before it becomes a legitimate medical emergency."

"Shouldn't you get, like, real food, then?" Kon asks skeptically. "Not just coffee?"

"Coffee is food," Tim lies reflexively.

". . . I don't think it is," Kon says, squinting up at him suspiciously. "Are you taking advantage of me being too stupid to know if coffee's food or not?"

". . . we can get something to go," Tim says, wishing he'd blown up a bit more of Cadmus on his way out of that fucking cesspool of a reality. "You're not stupid. Luthor can choke on a fucking cactus for all the shit he kept saying to you."

"I mean, I didn't come out right," Kon says uncomfortably. "I'm not as smart as Dadd–as Lex is. Or as Superman was."

Tim pretends that Kon wasn't about to say "Daddy" for both their sakes. Just . . . yeah. At least for the moment, anyway.

Luthor was a lot more heavily involved in that Cadmus.

And horrifyingly.

Tim tries not to think about the way that Luthor had kept touching Kon. All the little too-deliberate points of contact he'd made time and again and too often.

Much too often.

Tim hadn't seen anyone else even so much as enter Kon's personal space the entire time he'd been in that godforsaken lab, and every single time that Luthor had made a gesture like he might touch him, Kon had tensed in something that couldn't decide between being fear or anticipation.

It'd made Tim want to burn the whole fucking lab and every single LexCorp-owned building he could find to the ground.

He'd settled for interdimensionally kidnapping Kon and destroying all of Cadmus's systems and DNA samples as thoroughly as possible. C-4 had been involved.

A lot of C-4 had been involved.

Possibly that had been a slight overreaction, but fuck if Tim cares. Just–Clark had still been dead, and Cassie hadn't had powers and Bart hadn't been in the time period and Tim himself hadn't even existed, for whatever reason, and apparently neither had Cissie or Greta or Anita or Slobo, and Bruce had already had his hands full with Damian and Dick had been off-planet and Jason had also still been dead and just–

Options had been limited, alright?

Options had been limited, and by that point Tim hadn't had time to go check and see what the Kents were up to or track down Lois Lane or Jimmy Olsen or even just tip off the Justice League or the Titans, because by that point he'd been in an examination room with a Lex Luthor who was stroking a frightened Kon's face with one hand while holding a syringe that was glowing kryptonite-green with the other and Tim had just . . . he'd just made some choices at that point, okay?

He'd made some very decisive choices.

And some very decisive commitments.

Or at least one very decisive commitment, anyway.

#dc robin #tim drake #superboy #kon el #conner kent #rinfic #anonymous #long post #implied molestation #implied abuse #wip: interdimensional kidnapping via robin

[suzukiblu]

updated/expanded "Kara gets to Earth on-time with baby Kal" AU excerpt:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care. Painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field, even being the wrong shape for the "pye". 

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 

Maybe. 

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-<i>like</i>, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 

They’re pretty. 

She wishes she could show her mother. 

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 

It helps, almost. 

Almost. 

The “pye” tastes very good. 

.

.

.

It takes some effort, but Kara learns the aliens’ names after she and Kal finish their “pye” and she cleans up his sticky little face. The possibly female one is “Ma Mar-Tha”, and the possibly male one is “Pa Jona-Than”. So . . . maybe they're both female, actually? Going by their names, anyway. They both identify themselves as “Kent”, too, though she’s not sure if that’s another name and they’re either married or related, or if it’s the local word for “farmer” or “Laborer”. It’s unclear. 

They don’t look related, but she doesn’t really know how “related” this species would look to her eyes anyway. The colors of their skins are close, although their hair, though similarly textured, doesn’t really match–Ma Mar-Tha’s is an oddly neutral brown, and Pa Jona-Than’s is an even more oddly dull blond. Kara’s never seen hair in such faded colors. Her own is as bright as this planet’s strange sun, and Kal’s is as black as the space between stars. And both of their eyes are the El blue, of course. 

Pa Jona-Than’s eyes are blue too, but a washed-out shade of it. And Ma Mar-Tha’s are brown, which is so exotic and unusual that Kara has a little bit of trouble not staring too much. They’re very warm and very soft, though, and she likes how they look. 

They’re both middle-aged, she thinks, or at least strongly resemble the Kryptonian version of it. Their clothes are soft and shapeless, with very little structure or sign of formality to the garments, though Kara supposes they might be some sort of sleepwear? She and Kal did crash very early in this planet’s morning, from what she can tell. 

She tells them her name and Kal’s, though they pronounce them a bit oddly. She’s sure she’s pronouncing theirs oddly too, so it’s not as if it’s an insult. They say their names all at once, though, as if they’re singular words–"Karazorel” and “Kalel”, almost. She manages to get them both down to “Kara” and “Kal”, and they get her down to “Ma” and “Pa”, so she supposes “Mar-Tha” and “Jona-Than” are their surnames, and “Kent” does mean “Laborer”. Kal isn’t verbal enough to get to any of it, of course, but laughs sweetly and claps as he listens to them all exchanging names and sounds back and forth. 

Kara crushes down the grief again and wonders how long it’ll be until he cries for Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor. He’ll miss them soon, she’s sure. He’s a sweet, good-natured little thing, but he’s not even old enough to walk properly yet. And they’re his parents. 

She only hasn’t cried for her own because she doesn’t have the room to. Not until she’s sure they’re somewhere safe, and that Kal is going to be alright. That she can take care of him here, however she has to. 

Who knows, maybe this farm needs some more “Kents” on it. 

.

.

.

Ma gives Kara clothes: a strangely soft knee-length dress patterned with more pretty alien flowers and clunky, heavy boots with actual laces in them and a sturdy blue jacket with a surprising amount of pockets and a thick, warm, fleece-like lining, accented with flat metal studs and an odd metal trim with a tag hanging from one side of it. It takes Kara a moment, but then she realizes the trim actually seems to be some sort of fastener. 

Huh. 

The clothes don't fit quite right–Kara thinks the dress is probably meant to be a little longer, from the cut of it, and the jacket is a bit too big and the boots are a little loose too–but she does appreciate them. She's been in her own clothes since . . . 

Krypton died while she was in these clothes. 

Everyone she's ever loved, everyone she's ever known, everyone she's ever seen . . . 

Kara appreciates the new ones. 

. . . although, do clothes on this planet just not have house crests? Or are Ma and Pa just not from families that have house crests? 

She supposes they might not be. They are Laborers, so . . . maybe. But they also served her on a hand-painted plate, if with strange manners, so she's not sure what to think. 

Maybe she just doesn't understand the specific signifiers in their clothing, or maybe their house signifiers are just in their jewelry. Ma is wearing tiny gold hoops in her(?) ears and a thin gold necklace and Pa is wearing a thick leather bracelet with a glass and metal circle in the center of it, and they're both wearing gold rings on the third fingers of their left hands. Pa's is just a single plain band, but Ma has two–one just plain like his(?), but thinner, and one with a trio of little clear gemstones set in it. Diamonds, maybe? That would make sense, for a Laborer's jewelry. Diamonds are pretty, but they're both reasonably common in nature and simple enough to recreate under laboratory conditions, so they're certainly affordable enough for a farmer to wear even day-to-day. And they're sturdy, too. Gold less so, obviously, but maybe the rings are just gold-plated or an alloy.

It's something to think about besides the end of the world. 

. . . their world, anyway. 

As far as clothes go there's nothing that'll fit Kal at all, so Kara just keeps him wrapped up safe and secure in the bright red El crest blanket Jor and Lara sent him here in. Though she knows he'll need more diapers soon, obviously, and something he can actually crawl around in too. He can't stay in her lap forever. 

She wishes he could, right now. Even letting Ma hold him while she changed was . . . stressful. 

A little too stressful, maybe, but Kara tries not to think about it. Not right now, at least. 

She needs to protect him. Needs to take care of him. Needs to–

Kara exhales. Wraps Kal up in his El crest blanket and her borrowed jacket, and smiles at Ma and Pa. They smile back at her. 

Well, that's a start. 

#kara zor el #supergirl #ma and pa kent #clark kent #superfamily #superman #rinfic #long post #wip: kara gets to earth on time

[suzukiblu]

Tim’s my blorbo so I’ll always take more Tim content

Apparently Cadmus knew Experiment Thirteen was the one to invest in because Experiment Thirteen had a soulmark.

Apparently Cadmus also considered terminating Experiment Thirteen because Experiment Thirteen had a soulmark.

Tim knows this because he broke into the place and stole a copy of Superboy's file the day after they met.

He also knows what Superboy's soulmark looks like, because these absolute bastards not only took multiple pictures of it, they put those pictures in his fucking file. Not even, like, classified or tucked away behind a firewall or a password or anything. Not even in a seperate folder. Just right there in his standard file where literally any random scientist or doctor or goddamn intern could trip right over them without even meaning to.

Forget the fucking mind control; that's fucked up.

So yeah. Tim knows what Superboy's soulmark looks like. It's a stark, dark red, all sharp angles slung low in the V of his Adonis belt and cutting from one hip to the other, looking not unlike a stylized bird in flight coming at the viewer head-on. Bold. Undeniable. Very much like Superboy himself, really.

And exactly like the mark that came in on Tim when, he now knows, Superboy was first put together in a fucking petri dish. So that's . . . a whole thing, there.

Well. At least his soulmate is only literally fifteen years younger than him, not physically and mentally.

Although that doesn't really seem like a big improvement, to be honest.

Tim didn't even know he was into guys, actually? Definitely didn't know Superboy was into guys, all things considered. Like, he would not expect somebody like him to ever be subtle about who or what he was into.

Maybe they're platonics, Tim tries to tell himself. The fact that his first thought upon learning that Superboy was his soulmate was immediately questioning his own sexuality doesn't really support that theory, though.

Though it does help explain why Poison Ivy putting her hands on the guy had pissed him off so bad.

Like. It very much does.

Tim doesn't actually know what to do about this. Bruce still thinks he doesn't even have a soulmate, due to Tim previously really, really not wanting to deal with the absolute embarrassment of admitting that said soulmate was an actual fucking baby, so Tim never got the Bat-version of the soulmate talk. Bruce'd sat him down to give it to him when he'd first become Robin, but Tim hadn't had a mark then, obviously, so they'd both just assumed he didn't have to worry about it. Tim is pretty sure Bruce had been as relieved as he had to dodge that particular bullet, really. Apparently Dick had needed visual aids and hadn't understood the "gilly talk" version. And Jason had had questions.

Lots of questions.

Creative ones.

Sometimes Tim suspects Jason might've been an asshole. Like, just a little bit of one.

So no, Tim does not blame Bruce for deciding to skip that particular talk with him, especially when they'd both thought he wasn't gonna need to know any of it anyway.

So . . . yeah. He doesn't know how he's supposed to approach this situation. Obviously telling Superboy that they're soulmates would compromise Tim's secret identity and therefore Bruce's, and everybody and their damn mother knows Superboy himself doesn't even have a secret identity so it's not like Tim can figure that out and approach him that way.

On the other hand, not telling him that they're soulmates isn't a great start to being soulmates, now is it.

Crap, Tim thinks.

Then he calls Dick, because if he has to sit through the Bat-version of the soulmate talk, at least maybe Dick will be slightly less embarrassing to hear it from.

As long as there's no visual aids involved, anyway.

"Hey, Tim," Dick greets as he picks up the phone. Tim has a carefully crafted plan of attack, of course; several, in fact. He's got all sorts of subtle ways to lead the conversation without revealing anything too damning or too specific and while keeping everything in hypotheticals. Just making the whole thing either a quick thought exercise or casual curiosity from an unmarked kid who's heard one too many soulmate stories and wants to know more. So Tim's prepared. Tim's ready.

Tim panics.

"Poison Ivy kissed my soulmate and I want to burn down her entire life," he blurts.

"Uh," Dick says. "You're . . . gonna have to catch me up a little here, baby bird. For starters, I thought you didn't have a soulmate."

"I didn't," Tim says as he starts to pace back and forth across his bedroom, because he's already screwed this up so there's no point in playing coy now. "Then some dickheads in Metropolis decided to steal Superman's dead body and make a cocky asshole with douchey shades and a leather fetish out of it."

"Ohhhhh boy," Dick says. "What'd B say?"

"I found out like half an hour ago and you're the only person I've told, so nothing yet," Tim says. "What's the Bat-protocol for finding out your soulmate is somebody in the community, exactly? Specifically somebody in douchey shades?"

"Depends," Dick says. "How'd the kid react?"

". . . I don't know how to say this without sounding like a total creep, but he doesn't know," Tim admits with a wince. "I broke into Cadmus to make a copy of his file after I met him and they just . . . had his soulmark in it. Like. There wasn't even a password. It wasn't even in an isolated folder. It was just there."

"That is the most fucked up thing I've heard since the last time I had to talk to Jervis Tetch," Dick mutters in obvious disgust. "Alright, well, how are you reacting, then?"

"My soulmate is a baby," Tim grumbles disgruntledly, dropping into his desk chair. "A baby who is also a teenager."

"Tim, you're a teenager too," Dick reminds him wryly. "You are very much so a teenager too, in fact."

"Yeah, and it sucks," Tim says emphatically. "And I have, like, actual legal guardians and a home and a trust fund. Superboy just lives somewhere in Hawaii with a sleazy businessman and his kid and some random guy from Cadmus!"

"That's, uh, actually not great," Dick says, sounding a little troubled.

"You think?!" Tim demands. "He's a baby! An infant! And he lives with his frigging manager!"

"What the actual hell," Dick says.

"Just–is it ethical to kidnap your own soulmate and does that even matter if they're not legally a person and so you couldn't actually be charged for anything anyway?" Tim mutters speculatively, drumming his fingers on his desk for a moment and then booting up his computer. "I mean, B can't get mad at me for doing it if the courts can't get me for doing it, right?"

"Wait, Superboy's not legally a person?" Dick asks incredulously.

"Nope," Tim says. "Which neither Cadmus nor the sleazebag selling his likeness for a living has in any way tried to correct, for the record. Technically he's classified as intellectual property, but Cadmus forfeited legal possession when Superman turned up alive again, presumably to avoid Superman ever finding out that they'd had said legal possession, so technically if I went and kidnapped him it'd be more like . . . salvage, maybe? Like, in the eyes of the law, I mean."

"Yeah, okay, in that case kidnapping your own soulmate might be less an ethics question and more a moral obligation," Dick says.

"Good point," Tim says, frowning consideringly as he pulls up his browser. "Do you think if I just do it as Tim Drake I can avoid compromising my identity?"

"I have no idea but if I were you I'd already be booking my flight and thinking up a cheap excuse to 'accidentally' flash a teen heartthrob superhero my soulmark anyway," Dick says.

"I am already booking my flight," Tim says mid-click of said booking. "Although, uh, flashing him our particular soulmark might require, like . . . third base, and I don't even know if he likes guys. I don't even know if he knows if he likes guys, he's like five minutes out of the cloning tube and like, I'm literally fifteen and don't know if I like guys, so why the hell would he?"

"Okay, yeah, that could be an issue," Dick says. "Hm. Wardrobe malfunction? Slutty beach day? Wet T-shirt contest?"

"I'm not above any of those options at this point, frankly," Tim grumbles, even though those ideas are all very "Nightwing" and not very "Robin". Technically he shouldn't be approaching this like Robin would anyway, because god forbid Superboy recognize his methodology.

Slutty beach day might have to be a thing, Tim realizes with resigned dread. He is really not comfortable with slutty beach day being a thing.

. . . maybe if he just gets lucky, he can catch Superboy having his own slutty beach day. Not to make any assumptions, just Tim's pretty sure if either of them were ever going to be the type to wear a speedo or low-waisted swim trunks or just walk around with their soulmark out in general . . .

Which, in Superboy's defense, well–his soulmark is already on file with Cadmus, so yeah. He might not even care if other people see it or not, considering that.

Then again, if Tim knew that a bunch of random strangers who'd wanted to mind-control him had all seen and taken pictures of his soulmark, he'd never wear anything that risked exposing it again. Like. Ever.

Possibly he'd just live and die in a wetsuit. Or coveralls. Overalls. Or just–whatever. Something like that.

. . . come to think of it, Superboy's costume is all one piece, isn't it.

Cadmus is full of assholes, Tim decides as he confirms his booking, then gets up to throw together a go-bag. He has no plan whatsoever, but whatever; it's a twelve-hour flight. He's gonna have time to think something up.

One go-through with airport security and a twelve-hour flight later, Tim has not thought anything up.

Dammit.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #dc robin #superboy #anonymous #rinfic #long post #wip: kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit

[suzukiblu]

If you feel up for it, for the writing meme prompt, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, with the song You And Me by Lifehouse? If it's not your thing I totally get it though and hope you have a great time and fun writing the things that do catch your fancy!

I think we ALL knew that I was gonna do baby Kon for this, lbr. Also ngl, this came out way more cracky than the prompt would suggest it should've but it is absolutely my favorite thing I’ve written for this meme so far, as the necessity for the following cut should help attest, haha.

Unfortunately, Lex takes one look at Cadmus’s progress report on the newly-crafted Experiment Thirteen and realizes he has paternal instincts. 

Well, that’s inconvenient. And a little disgusting, honestly. Certainly a disappointment. 

He supposes it could be worse. He could be Lionel about this. 

Anyway, that’s how he has a physiological four year-old on his lap when he hears the news about Superman coming back to life and fistfighting an evil cyborg with his own face about it, because of course the man didn’t have the decency to just stay dead. Why would he, after all? 

Lex needs a drink. That would be a bad example for the physiological four year-old, though. 

Then again, Experiment Thirteen should be completely immune to the effects of Earth-based alcohol in about another four to six months of consistent yellow sun exposure, so . . . 

Lex is halfway through his second brandy when Superman shows up on his balcony at super-speed wearing a very pretentiously dramatic black suit and looking both winded and bewildered. And still alive, unfortunately. 

“Don’t you have a murderous cyborg to be ensuring is in custody?” Lex asks dryly, deciding to just not acknowledge the presence of the physiological four year-old who’s moved on to messily but methodically coloring on the floor underneath his desk. Lex didn’t actually give Experiment Thirteen either a coloring book or crayons, mind, but he appreciates the clone’s resourcefulness in breaking into the office supplies. Anyway, it’s useful for developing its hand-eye coordination and fine motor control. 

Superman’s pupils are pin-pricks, barely even there at all. Which is an unusual reaction from him, and Lex notes that fact reflexively but doesn’t particularly care about it. Meant-to-be-dead people do unusual things, especially the alien ones. And it isn’t as if–

“Baby,” Superman blurts, his eyes wide. 

Lex . . . pauses. Takes a slow sip of his brandy. 

Alright then. 

“Yes, I’ve noticed,” he settles on eventually, raising an eyebrow at him. Experiment Thirteen peers out from under the desk, immediately decides Superman isn’t an interesting presence, and then goes back to coloring all over Lex’s floor. It seems to be drawing either a puppy or a chain of complex genetic sequencing, but judging by the kinds of things it’s been drawing so far, it’s fifty-fifty. Lex has been getting the impression the clone actually likes art, which is a baffling interest to find in his own progeny, but how does that quote go . . . “I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son may be a poet”? 

Or something like that, anyway. 

“No, I–baby,” Superman stresses, looking bewildered as he floats down a little closer to the open balcony door. 

“. . . yes, I’ve noticed,” Lex repeats, raising his eyebrow again and taking another sip of brandy. Superman looks frazzled, bobbing up a little higher in the air again to get a better view of Experiment Thirteen under the desk. Experiment Thirteen keeps ignoring him in favor of its coloring, displaying no apparent interest in the most powerful uninvited guest in the history of illegal immigration. Lex experiences a moment of overwhelming paternal pride, which is such a bizarre and unanticipated experience that he doesn’t even know what to do with it. 

“Where’d he come from?” Superman asks with a wondering expression. Ugh.

“A cloning lab,” Lex replies dismissively, setting his near-empty glass down on the desk. It’s hardly worth lying about Experiment Thirteen’s origins at this point. He didn’t want to murder everyone in Cadmus to keep the secret. He might need them if there’s an issue with Experiment Thirteen’s genetics later, after all. “We mixed it up a couple weeks ago while you were off wasting everyone’s time being dead."

“You had my baby?” Superman says, tilting in the air and still staring at Experiment Thirteen, as if he's somehow forgotten both how much kryptonite Lex owns and how much kryptonite he keeps specifically in this office. “While I was dead. You had my baby while I was dead.” 

. . . alright then, Lex thinks again, both eyebrows raising this time. 

“I really wouldn’t put it that way, personally,” he says. “Also, I don’t recall saying it was in any way yours.”

“Baby,” Superman repeats inanely, then lands on the floor and ducks down into a crouch to peer under the desk better, his pupils still reduced to barely-there pinpricks. Lex is so mystified he doesn't even activate the security system or the weaponized red sun lamps. Experiment Thirteen frowns at Superman–Lex, again, basks in unanticipated paternal pride–and then turns its back on him and hides all its drawings from him as seriously and carefully as if they were under NDA. 

It's almost adorable, frankly. 

Not that Lex finds things adorable, of course. 

“His heartbeat's so cute,” Superman says, looking absolutely fascinated. Which is surprisingly useful of him to mention, actually, since Lex had previously been vaguely concerned that Experiment Thirteen's odd thrumming heartbeat might be a sign of a heart defect, but apparently it’s just a Kryptonian thing. A . . . “cute” Kryptonian thing, according to Superman. 

Lex is increasingly mystified by this interaction. 

“Can’t say I’ve spent much time listening to it, personally,” he lies, because he has in fact obsessed over that heartbeat’s health and stability since first finding out about its unusualness and has done a truly aggravating amount of research into heart murmurs and conditions and the like. But that’s hardly Superman’s business, now is it. 

“. . . what’s his name?” Superman asks hesitantly. Lex is possibly having an out of body experience. 

“Experiment Thirteen,” he says. Superman immediately looks offended. 

“We need to give him a name, Lex,” he says. Lex, again, has an out of body experience. 

“‘We’?” he repeats incredulously. “I made it, I get to decide what it’s called.” 

“He’s got my DNA!” Superman protests, looking indignant. Lex has absolutely no idea how to process that expression. 

“It has both our DNA, in fact, yours was too irritating to stabilize alone,” Lex informs him dubiously. More accurately it was literally impossible to stabilize alone, but he’s not mentioning that to Superman. “So it has my DNA, and I made it. And also put eight point two billion dollars into its production, as a lowball estimate. Therefore I’m the one who decides what its name is, thank you very much.” 

“Lex,” Superman says disapprovingly. “You can’t call a baby Experiment Thirteen.” 

“It’s physiologically developed enough to complain if it doesn’t like it,” Lex retorts, narrowing his eyes at him. Superman frowns at him. Lex has never had a more ridiculous conversation with the man, including all the times Superman’s tried to appeal to his nonexistent “better nature”. “Well it is.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Superman says, then ducks back down and peers at Experiment Thirteen again, gentling his voice to address it while Lex is still incredulously mouthing “ridiculous”? to himself. “Would you like a real name, kiddo?” 

Experiment Thirteen sticks its tongue out at him. 

Lex is finding parenthood to be a very rewarding experience, actually. 

#clex #lex luthor #clark kent #kon el #conner kent #superman #superboy #superfamily #rinfic #anonymous

[suzukiblu]

Day six of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon.

"You're bluffing," the thief says flatly.

"And you're fucking stupid if you think this is the play that's getting you out of here," Kon snorts, tapping a foot against the floor. "C'mon, man, give it up. I've got plans tonight." 

"Use the artifact!" the alleged "Mark" yells at the thief holding it. 

"Right!" said thief says, then . . . pauses, and looks embarrassed. "How do I . . . do that?" 

Kon looks incredibly unimpressed. Tim empathizes. Deeply. 

"You guys need a minute there?" Kon asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"Shut up!" Mark snaps at him. "Just use it, Lisa!" 

"I thought you said no names–" 

"Use it!" 

"Uh, right!" 

The thief chucks the little clay goat at Kon. Tim is genuinely embarrassed for this entire crew. 

Kon catches the goat one-handed, which is kind of a stupid idea, but letting it smash on the floor admittedly wouldn't look great. People over property, obviously, but Kon also historically has issues with property damage and letting the bad guys smash up ancient artifacts is not the best plan in general anyway. Especially given how often said ancient artifacts have ghosts or curses or apocalypses locked inside them. 

"Lisa!" the thieves all yell in horror.

"Was this the whole plan?" Kon asks, making a show of inspecting the goat. "Like, was this it? I can come back later, if you're still cooking on that."

Tim muffles a laugh with a snort. Kon definitely caught it, though, judging by his smug smirk. 

"Shut up, wannabe!" the thief still holding a gun to Tim's head snarls, which reminds Tim he should be pretending to care about the gun currently being held to his head. Honestly, he would in Gotham, but the only way this moron is shooting anybody is by accident. 

. . . admittedly, that is a concern, given the trigger discipline issue. Hm.

"Killing me would probably count as felony murder, just so you know," Tim mentions, glancing around the thieves. "Which you could all be charged with, not just whoever actually shot me. Plus I'm pretty sure stealing objects of cultural heritage from a museum is a federal crime."

He's completely sure of all that, actually, for obvious reasons, but he has to at least pretend to be a civilian here. Like, some effort needs to go into that illusion, if for no other reason than to avoid a Bat-lecture from Bruce or, worse, a Bat-"I'm not mad, just disappointed" from Dick. 

Or, worst, Alfred might make disapproving shortbread instead of approving jammy dodgers for post-patrol tonight. That'd be really unfortunate. Tim could really use an approving jammy dodger tonight. He's already going to have to write up a very annoying incident report of this situation as it is, and also deal with the mortification of getting his neck saved by a Super. There is no dignity in that. At all. 

He is definitely never telling the team his secret identity. At least not until he's absolutely positive Kon hasn't inherited any of Superman's eidetic memory, anyway. He's ninety-nine percent sure he hasn't, but that last percent is a definite concern right now. 

"No one asked your opinion, brat!" Mark snaps, though a few of the other thieves now look extremely uneasy. Tim makes another mental note about their crew's obvious lack of prep time and general planning and continues to be embarrassed for them. Museum robberies in Gotham are themed events with careful research and preparation involved, and frankly usually involve more thoughtful effort than whatever gala they may or may not be crashing did. Smash and grab is for convenience stores and small-timers. And these guys are definitely small-timers, but this is equally definitely not a convenience store.

Metropolis is so weird. Why anyone even bothers doing petty crime in it at all is beyond Tim. Maybe they're just banking on Superman being more concerned with natural disasters and alien invasions and rescuing cats from trees, which is a valid strategy. Same theory as splitting up and making a cohesive group into multiple targets.

"He has the idol!" Lisa hisses, glaring at Kon like she's not the one who threw it at him to begin with. Tim gets a gun barrel jammed into his temple again. He has no idea why Trigger Discipline: What Not To Do thinks that's, like . . . a productive thing to do. At this rate he's going to get a bruise or something.

Well, he's not actually doing it hard enough to hurt, admittedly, though Tim does keep expecting it to. The guy looks like he's putting his back into it, but the impacts continue not to actually hurt, so Tim supposes he's just trying to put on a show here. 

Well, at least he's putting in some effort, Tim supposes. That's something. 

"I really do have plans tonight, you know," Kon reminds them, raising an eyebrow at the thieves again. 

"I would appreciate you delaying those, actually," Tim mentions. "If you don't mind, I mean." 

"Oh, yeah, don't sweat it, dude," Kon says, waving him off. "These people are annoying but I'm not gonna ditch out on you here, that's not your fault." 

"Don't ignore us!" one of the unnamed thieves yells. "And give the idol back!" 

"I have no idea why you would expect me to do that," Kon says. 

"I'll shoot!" the thief holding Tim threatens, jamming the gun barrel into his head again. 

"I mean, I'm pretty sure that dude was right about the felony murder thing, so maybe don't?" Kon says, inspecting the little clay goat again. "Hm. This thing is actually kinda cute." 

"It is, isn't it," Tim agrees. "I thought it looked like a kid's toy."

"Oh yeah, I can see that," Kon says, squinting assessingly at it. "Like those chunky toddler ones?" 

"Yeah, like those," Tim confirms with a nod. "Fisher-Price, Duplo, that kind of thing." 

"I'll take your word on that one, man, my 'toddler' stage only lasted about half a day and I was sedated for it," Kon replies in amusement. Tim seethes internally and thinks very uncharitable thoughts about Cadmus. 

"I said I'll shoot!" the thief holding him says furiously, tightening his arm across Tim's neck. It's still not actually enough to hurt, but again, Tim appreciates seeing a little more effort. "Give us the idol, you stupid brat!" 

"I'm trying to help you out here," Kon says, looking exasperated. "You're just making shit worse for yourself the longer you keep this up. Put down the gun and let the guy go, you'll get a way lighter sentence." 

"Fuck you!" the thief shouts. "The power of the idol will protect us!" 

"The idol that I am currently holding, you mean?" Kon says, hefting it meaningfully. "The one that is in specifically my possession and not yours?" 

Tim does understand that talking people down is the preferred approach and Kon can't actually super-speed this problem away, but Kon could at least pretend to be taking this seriously. From his perspective, there's a civilian hostage with a gun to their head and an angry criminal with their finger on the trigger, but he's acting like there isn't any danger in the situation at all.

Tim gets the posturing thing and the general "cooler than thou" attitude Kon likes to present, but it's definitely not making any of the thieves calm down. Like, not at all is it making any of the thieves calm down. 

This incident report is going to be very annoying to write. 

"It's not yours!" Lisa shrieks at him. 

"You literally threw it at me," Kon says. "I only have it because you threw it at me. Also pretty sure it's not yours either, given all the screaming alarms and broken glass and the smashed-in wall I am currently standing in the wreckage of."

Tim starts wondering if maybe he should revisit his "tripping" plan. He doesn't really want to pull any Robin-esque moves in front of Kon, but also dying would really fuck up all that hard work he's put into being Bruce's emotional support sidekick. Also two dead Robins in a row could not possibly end well. Especially in such a stupid way. Especially in Metropolis. 

"You don't even know what you're holding, you idiot!" Lisa fumes.

"A toddler toy, I thought we established," Kon says. "'Doopler' or something?"

"Duplo," Tim corrects, internally calculating tripping angles. 

"That one, yeah," Kon amends. "Doppo." 

Tim, resignedly, thinks his determined commitment to pointlessly fucking up is adorable. Also still hates Cadmus and has the irrational urge to buy him a teddy bear or something, although Kon would definitely just think he was fucking with him if he did.

Maybe he could just smuggle one into his room and disavow all knowledge of its existence. That's an option. 

"Give us the idol now!" the thief holding Tim snarls, his face twisting in rage. 

"Yeah, no," Kon says. 

"You little–!" the thief starts to yell, and then his trigger finger slips. Tim knows this because the gun goes off right next to his ear. 

And right against his temple. 

Half the room screams and the thief yells and drops the gun, recoiling in horror. It goes off again as it hits the floor and a bullet shatters a historically-significant vase the way one should have shattered Tim's personally-significant skull. 

What the fuck?

"Shit, sorry, that was probably kinda loud," Kon says apologetically, wincing a little but otherwise looking completely unphased by all of that. Tim blinks, very slowly, and attempts to restore his resting heart rate. It's not a particularly successful attempt.

"Yeah, kinda," he says.

"Sorry, sound waves are harder to block," Kon apologizes, pointing at his own ear with his free hand, and Tim remembers the other's total lack of concern for any threat to civilian life this whole time and realizes that was because, from Kon's perspective, there wasn't any actual threat.

Huh. 

Well, that explains why neither the gun barrel nor the being choked thing actually hurt at any point, doesn't it.

"Oh," Tim says, looking down at the floor that they are, in fact, all still standing on. "Tactile telekinesis?"

"You've heard of it?" Kon says, looking pleased. 

"Once or twice," Tim says, managing not to say it too dryly. Kon looks even more pleased. "I didn't know you could use it like that, though." 

"Practice makes perfect," Kon replies smugly.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young justice #young just us #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon