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mamawasatesttube · 5 months

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number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

#answers #barbitchian #this ended up being less about the jacket than i intended but i AM thinking abt other reasons tim might end up wearing kon's jackets.#i just also think kon in a cute pastel pink strawberry cow hoodie is cute :)#timkon #rimi writes #its such an awkward length skdjhsdjk like this feels too short to bother putting on ao3 but so long for a tumblr ficlet. man #maybe i will expand timkon wintertime fluff (inspired vaguely by hallmark vibes) later into a real fic. idk!#tim #kon

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jpeg-dot-jpeg · 6 months

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😈

5 and... jaytimkon??? (For the drabble prompts)

Jpeg fr the things I would do for a jaytimkon from you akfjslajdlaja

-@bi-bats

I haven't drabbled much into jaytimkon territory, but i'll do it for you, beloved <];)

"So how long have you two been married?"

It comes out of Jason's mouth as a joke. Or, at least, he means it as a joke. He expects a scoff or an eyeroll or maybe a besotted smile. He isn't quite sure what to do with the startled look Kon gives him.

"What?" the guy asks, stupidly thick lashes fluttering in abashment. His cheeks go pink and Jason gets the sense he's resisting the urge to fan his face like a scandalized genteel woman.

Jason nods his head towards the door that Tim had just left through after walking in, saying, "Do you-" and promptly getting handed exactly what he needed from Kon without having to specify what it was. It isn't the first time it's happened since the two of them have set up shop at the little basement coffee station - separate, of course, from Tim's regular coffee station up in his living area - waiting for Tim to work his genius.

It's kind of magical the way they operate on the same wavelength - finishing each other's sentences, knowing what the other needs, vollying inside jokes back and forth too fast for Jason to even pretend to keep up. It makes some kind of longing crawl up in his throat. So he teases instead of saying Can I get in on that? Instead of saying Stop doing that before I start uncontrollably sobbing. Instead of saying Who do I have to kill to get me a bitch like that?

Kon stutters out, "We're not- that's- why would you-"

"Oh my god, breathe," Jason orders, taking pity on him. "I was messing with you. I just meant that you two practically share a brain. It's kinda freaky. But also...kinda cool."

Kon looked down and shrugged. "Just known each other a long time. Lotta missions, lotta near-death experiences. Watching Santa get blown up together probably had something to do with it."

"You- what?"

"It's whatever." Kon waves a dismissive hand through the air. "We're close, but - I dunno. You bats have something else entirely going on. I'm sure you understand him better than I do."

"Oh, come on," he can't help but protest. "Just 'cause we're both bats doesn't mean we have some kinda psychic connection. If we could communicate the way the two of you do, we'd all beat each other up a lot less."

"No, seriously," Kon insists, face open and imploring in a way that makes Jason want to cover him with a blanket so no one else can catch him like that. "Sometimes I think he's the alien, but then I hear how he talks about you, the way all of you guys work together, and it's- it's a little cult-y, but it's also really cool? Like you guys have a secret language. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's been obsessed with you for, like, ever, so there's kind of that hero worship thing going on, and you're actually smart enough to keep up with the stuff he talks about and-"

There's something in Kon's voice that tickles the back of his brain, something between He talks about me? and 'Batclan Cult Allegations.' It sounds stretched thin and bittersweet and tense. The pieces fall together faster than he can relegate them.

"Wait a minute," he interupts. "Are you jealous? Of me?"

The idea is bizarre, absurd, unthinkable. It makes a little bird flutter around in his stomach, but he isn't sure whether that has more to do with the lovely, mysterious creature in the next room over or the goregous, good-natured creature in front of him.

Kon shrugs again, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. "Who wouldn't be?"

A warmth surges in his gut, rushing to his palms in a way that makes him want to reach out and share the heat. He puts several years of laborious therapy to use and decides to take a chance.

"And here I was, all green with envy over watching the two of you together."

And once those ethereal blue eyes lock onto his, Jason can't look away.

"Maybe if we put our heads together," he continues, hoping Kon can hear all the things he isn't saying as well, "We can parse out what the hell Tim is talking about all the time, 'cause I don't have a fuckin' clue."

The laughter that earns him sounds like bells. And when Tim walks in and asks, "What's so funny?" the two of them share a knowing look, something just between them.

#JayTimKon #TimKon #JayTim #JayKon #ask #ask answered #ask game #ficlet #Bi-bats my beloved

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nightwingbb · 2 months

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Thanks for that little ficlet, it was really cute! I love how Kon is so nervous about threatening Damian! Do you think the two couples ever get forced to go on double dates by their parents? Or that Kon and Jon arrange double dates just to embarrass/annoy their boyfriends? Or do Tim and Damian have a strict "if we have dates on the same nights, we go to different states/countries" policy?

i don't think their parents would force them on double dates, but i firmly believe that when timkon were dating as teenagers, and damian and jon were still kids, their parents/grandparents/siblings would force them to bring their little brothers along on their dates.

not to try to ruin their dates or get them to bond or anything like that, like the waynes/kents wouldn't even realize what they were doing half the time. it'd all be situational, but tim and kon would get fed up so fast lmaooooo

like imagine, tim and kon are at ma and pa kent's house in smallville, getting ready to head to the state fair, and jon and damian are there too. ma is watching after them while bruce and clark are both off-world and lois is away on assignment. the younger boys have been planted in front of the tv all day playing video games, so when kon calls out, "bye, ma! tim and i are headed to the fair," of course ma shouts back "oh take damian and jon with you, would you? they need a break from the screens."

when damian and jon are older and actually start dating, they don't really put any thought to the fact that their brothers are dating.... until they keep crossing paths with them. kon always brings tim along to kent family parties, and he forgets that damian will be there too now. kon has always been tim's date to wayne charity galas, and he forgets that jon will be coming to these things too. (the funniest part is, he doesn't run into jon at the gala, but in the sky, when they're both flying into gotham.)

the PEAK awkward run in comes when they all run into each other in the kitchen at wayne manor when both kent boys were sleeping over with their respective robins. it was late, even for the bats. that 3am/4am sweet spot where everyone is back from patrol, but no one is awake yet. so of course neither couple thought they would run into one another. various boys are missing various pieces of clothing. hickeys are uncovered. no one says anything. they just all stare at each other, and then leave. they never talk about it again, but tim and damian start letting the other know when kon and jon will be coming over.

#damijon #timkon #damian wayne #jon kent #tim drake #kon el kent

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vinelark · 3 months

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me reading chapter four of bbts for the 3rd time this week, begging for timkon recs

i got some for you over here! ❤️

sometimes i feel like i've read way more timkon fics than i have, and i think it's because there are like a dozen story concepts in my friends' dms that i've experienced in ultra 4k HD technicolor inside my brain. like the high fantasy au where tim is embedded in lex luthor's court (as a spy for bruce) and he's "gifted" an experimental kryptonian as a fucked-up loyalty test. or the one where tim is doing some light recon on a top-secret government facility and ends up finding their top-secret superman clone. or the timkon subplot of the OC boyfriend extended universe. the ultra 4k HD technicolor TV inside my brain is a great place to be a timkon fan.

also just for fun, some additional ficlet/comic recs for all your timkon needs:

soft timkon ficlet by puddingcatbeans

clambuoyance's lovesquare au

feyburner's clone misunderstanding

#also the bbts chapter 6 gdoc. where the timkon is extra timkonning #fic rec #timkon #i swear to god eli drew fantasy au tim once but i can't find it. he eludes me #asks

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iphoenixrising · 1 year

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Dick and Tim and Jay in some combination:

DickTim

Misc Ficlets: The night the Flying Graysons Died | Tarantula (HC) | Birthday, Dick & Tim & their parents (HC) NSFW: The Suit (for 400 followers!) & Worth the Wait | Soul Mark

Sentinel/Guide WIP

The Body Swap epic The Swap & The Fallout & The Follow-Up (for 300 followers!)

Time Travel: Links & One & Two

Detective!Dick AU: Red Hood!Tim au (for my babe poison-basil) & art! | Civillian!Tim au

DickTim Week 2021 On Ao3 | Day 1: Creature!Dick | Rambling about what happened after Creature!Dick | Day 2: Sad Time Loop, watch your feels | Day 3: AOB and BDSM with Alpha!Tim and Omega!Dick | Day 4: Dark!Dick and Vampire!Tim. Warnings for captivity, torture, blood-letting, and missing Bruce | Day 5: Winged Talon!Tim au. Warnings for violence, brainwashing, and injuries. | Day 6: Truth and Mutual Pining

DickTimJay

Mer!Dick, Mer!Jay: Logistics | One & Two (in which I like it better if they speak Mer language and they can’t understand each other; minor breeding kink) & Thirst & Future

Fic Rec: On the Clock by chibinightowl

JayTim

Bottom Jason Todd Week: Cam Boy Jason, JayTim | Bottom Jason Todd Week: Willing impregnation | Jay's birthday NSFW

De-Aged Jay (based on fanart): Ficlet | HC

Night Call (Stripper!AU; NSFW): One & Two & Three

Praise Kink (NSFW): Ficlet | PodFic (& my take on a Gotham Accent) | Heart-to-Motherfucking fist

Robinpile Praise Kink idea | The initial ask | Chip’s art | A snippet of the idea

Bad Idea: (Space Salvagers AU): Ficlet & HC

Fic Recs: Are you Trying to Kill Me? by chibinightowl

DamiTimNight Sky: One & DickJayTim (HC) & "Gotham and Explosions" (for 100 followers!) & "Poke" & Two & Three & Finale

Tim-centric:

Tim (art rec)

Caroline: TimKon | DickTimJay & NSFW drab based of @curdleddoodle's amazing art

#masterlist #2 #damn character limit

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audhd-nightwing · 2 months

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it’s birdflash week so here’s some shameless self-promo for my fics (most-to-least recent)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49218301

breathless around you - birdflash, firefighter!dick & flash!wally, oneshot, Titans team, pre-slash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45381850

the owl and the falcon - birdflash, talon!dick, young justice!verse, pre-slash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37368232

wally west and the terrible no good very bad soulmark - birdflash, soulmate au, fluff and humor, mini fic/ficlet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37096609

i wear my heart on my sleeve, but yours is buried - birdflash, angst, major character (un)death, pre-slash, feelings realization, grief/mourning

+ bonus

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45479518

talon of the beast - wip, birdflash, talon!dick, batfam, morally ambiguous dick, accidental flirting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37157692

batdad’s rules for dating (and how everyone breaks them) - birdflash, jayroy, timkon, batfam shenanigans, wayne in-laws

#birdflash #birdflash week #these are all old fics btw just using this for promo lol #don’t tag under the 2024 cuz none of this is new #dick grayson #wally west #dickwally #birdflash fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #my fics #my fic writing #my writing #my ao3 works #my fanfic #fanfic

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jacenpetertodd · 1 year

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Hey, happy new year! What about Timkon with “I’m not cut out for this.” :)

Thank you! This got rather long for an ask meme ficlet

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"I'm not cut out for this."

Tim looks up at him with that annoyingly perceptive look that he manages to convey even behind the whiteout lenses of his mask.

"What makes you say that?" he asks.

"Come on, Tim, you've said it yourself."

"No names in the field," Tim points out, the reminder clearly automatic.

Kon gives him a look because, really, Tim's just proving his point. "I wouldn't ask you to join me on stakeouts if you didn't have something to contribute."

"If you just want me around to punch the bad guys when they show up, you could call me when the action starts so I'm not distracting you while you're trying to focus. Superhearing, remember?"

"If I couldn't work around your distractions, Young Justice would never have lasted. And as endearing as you're clearly trying to be, I don't just keep you around to punch people," Tim insists. "There are very few Gotham villains I couldn't take down myself."

"Then why am I here?" Kon asks.

"It's good to have someone with a different perspective," Tim says, as if it's obvious. He smiles, so subtly that Kon wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been friends with Tim for years. "And I like having you around."

Kon grins, because he’s totally figured it out.

"You're totally just trying to annoy the Bat, aren't you?"

Tim grins right back.

"He hates that I jumped through all his hoops to bring you in and he can't object to it without admitting he's a total hypocrite."

"Which, for the record, he totally is. We should invite Batgirl and really piss him off."

Tim's face does the thing where it goes carefully blank because he's trying too hard to hide whatever emotion he is experiencing.

"You still have a thing for her?" Tim asks.

Kon shrugs.

"Not really. She was never my type anyway."

"Not blonde enough?"

There's an undercurrent there that Kon can't quite read.

Kon shakes his head.

"Cassie was an outlier."

In a lot of ways, really. For one thing, she hadn't even been blonde when they first met.

Tim tilts his head questioningly, and Kon feels far too exposed.

A movement at the entrance of the club they've been watching catches his eye.

"Hey, is that your guy?"

Tim is immediately all business again, focusing his binoculars on the figure.

"That's him."

Kon is relieved to have that piercing focus off of him. At the same time, he can't help but wonder...

It feels like he and Tim been standing at the edge of some metaphorical precipice for years now. Kon doesn't know what's going to happen when they finally jump - when they finally stop ignoring this thing between them - but he's finding it harder and harder to stop himself, or even remember why he should. He's always trusted Tim to take the lead - even when he was furious at him - but it doesn't seem to be getting him anywhere in this particular case. And that makes him hesitate. Maybe Tim knows something he doesn't. Maybe if he jumps the gun, he'll ruin everything. So, he follows Tim's lead and waits for everything to make sense.

They spend the rest of the night following the suspect as he criss-crosses the back streets of Gotham. Kon still doesn't think he's helping, but Tim doesn't seem to mind his lame commentary and corny jokes. If the only thing he's doing is serving as a tool in whatever complicated game Tim is playing with his mentor, maybe that's enough.

As the sun rises over Gotham, their suspect returns to his apartment and Tim decides they're done for the night.

The two of them stand on a rooftop and Kon can feel whatever it is between them crackling like electricity. Somehow, Tim looks more rested than he did at the start of the night.

And suddenly, Kon knows exactly what to do.

He always thought kissing Tim would change things. And maybe it will, once they actually get to the point where they have to talk about it. But in this moment, it feels like an inevitability – like this was the only possible outcome of every interaction they’ve ever had. Tim’s fists in his t-shirt and his lips moving desperately against Kon’s.

Kon leaps from the precipice, and suddenly remembers that he can fly.

When they finally pull apart, both red-faced and gasping for breath, Tim looks up at him with a sort of undisguised awe.

“Oh…”

“We should have been doing that years ago,” Kon says.

“I never realized…”

“How did you not realize? You’re trained by Batman.”

Tim smiles up at him.

“I told you. Sometimes I need a different perspective.”

Kon can’t help but kiss him again.

#timkon #dc #ask meme #sinna's fic

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thevoidisscreamingbackatyou · 1 year

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and there may not be meaning(so find one and seize it)

soooo i wrote a ficlet

i don't usually write actual like stories i just write poetry so this is probably bad lol

please give me feedback <333 and if yall need me to capitalize it to make it more readable lmk

btw this doesn't have like any ships or anything except for maybe vague timkon?? but it's up to interp, just no batcest pls

title from the song achilles come down by gang of youths

🦇🦇🦇

tim was alone.

but he wasn't ever truly alone.

he was haunted by the robins, by batman.

his purpose hung behind him, a ghost of his past.

this universe was different, though, so different than what the world before was like.

it'd been years since tim had been vaulted into this realm, a place where there were no superheroes but in stories… and where he was a story himself.

he could hardly remember anything anymore, despite his futile attempts to cling to all the memories he had of dick, of bruce, of alfred-even jason and damian and all of his enemies.

cassie had died of disease, the second month they were in this world. they'd been still living on the streets then, all of them desperately searching for a job they could do and a way to get home, tim most of all.

bart had tried to get home through the speedforce, but they hadn't seen him since. tim assumed the worst, because if bart was able to come back, he would've.

kon, well. he refused to believe the others wouldn't come back, and slowly went insane over the years, to the point where tim had to keep him inside the house when he went to get groceries and work at a nearby restaurant in the hopes of paying the bills for the small apartment he'd managed to get the two of them.

tim still tried to find a way to get home, but for now, he was just trying to survive and help kon stay healthy. it was a difficult life, but tim found purpose. he always did, after all.

as a kid, his purpose was to be perfect, to be the most prestigious son he could be. he needed to keep up the drake mask in public, even though his parents loved him and he loved them behind the scenes.

as a teen, his purpose was to be robin. he needed to help batman, to keep him from going off the rails.

and now, his purpose was to help kon, and to get back home. his purpose was to keep going.

tim sighed and opened the door to his apartment, ready to give kon his meds that made his eyes glaze over and collapse on the couch to research more universe-travel methods.

he'd always found his purpose before; he'd find it again.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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tim could hear the pounding bass coming from under his feet. the ceiling of the club wasn’t exactly soundproof, and the steady hum of people was a constant background noise. tim crept along the roof, aware of where he was. he tended to melt into the shadows on instinct, but he was taking extra care to remain hidden this time, given his decidedly not weapon-filled and bulletproof clothing.

peering over the edge of the building, he scanned the alley for a certain figure. there was a nondescript couple pressed against one of the walls, and a grimy man at the head of the alley watching them, but not what tim was looking for. letting out the quietest of frustrated sounds, tim slipped away from the edge of the roof, scurrying over to the center again.

near another edge, there was a wall of concrete, probably where the boiler was. it was there that tim leaned against the hard surface, head tipped back, just breathing in the air. he was trying not to be impatient, he really was.

then, a voice from behind. “looks like someone’s a little restless.” it was low, but with an undercurrent of teasing that made tim shiver. he whipped around just in time to see kon land on the roof with a sort of graceful ease tim didn’t think he got nearly enough credit for. hut just as he was about to stride up to the man, probably to smack him for making him wait, but kon stalked forward instead, backing tim against the concrete. “changed my mind,” kon’s eyes raked down tim. “you don’t look restless, you look darling.”

that brought a flush to tim’s cheeks, because he himself was scanning every inch of kon, and kon looked the furthest thing from darling one could possibly imagine. the bodysuit and leather jacket were an easy familiarity. the jeans he had on top were tight, the chains looped around kon’s belt clinking. tim was the one who’d dared kon to buy those chains a couple months ago, laughing. he wasn’t exactly laughing now. kon’s hair was windswept, his piercings were glinting, his eyeliner was dark, and as he pressed close to tim, the fingerless gloves that tilted his chin up were rough.

“look at you,” kon whispered, which tim thought was unfair. he wanted to argue back look at me? no, look at you kon, but somehow his attention wandered to tracing kon’s lips with his eyes instead. robin could pull a confident and reckless smirk easy, it coming to tim as second nature as he pulled superboy down to meet his lips. even to tim drake, dressed in ratty old t-shirts he thought looked cool and winking at girls he knew looked cool. but tonight, comfortable with his best friend and boyfriend, he couldn’t bring his classic cheekiness up to the surface. instead, as kon moved closer and closer, tim found himself unconsciously tilting his head up, lips parting, baring his throat.

still, he wasn’t just going to roll over, so his hands came up to tug the zipper on kon’s sleeve, and he managed a snort. “i’m not darling.”

kon’s chuckle vibrated through him. “yes you are. you’re wearing a sweater vest and your hair is adorable and you blush so pretty, rob.” well. that just made tim turn red even more. “and you’re wearing glasses.” kon’s fingers came up to trace the rims, but instead of pulling away, that large hand cradled his jaw rough and forced it up.

he kissed tim fierce, just the way tim had been imagining since he saw kon that night. his other hand went to tim’s hip in a bruising grip, which the fucker took as invitation to slip his tongue into tim’s mouth. for a second, tim poised to fight back, to tangle their tongues together in the messy way tim knew kon loved, to move out of kon’s hold and push him hard against the wall, to put some bite into the kiss.

then, kon sucked on his tongue, and tim decided nah, fuck that, instead practically melting into the his boyfriend in front of him. just as tim let out a soft noise at the feeling of metal on the roof of his mouth, kon pulled back. the boy raised his eyebrows in a confused little expression, surprised at how docile tim was acting.

tim just shrugged in response.

“alright then,” kon said, his gaze switching back to hunger so fast it made tim wonder whether or not he was really surprised. “i don’t wanna spend our entire night on this stupid roof. let’s have a little fun first.”

“oh yeah? got any ideas?”

kon raised an eyebrow, then looked pointedly at the ceiling they were standing on. “we could always go downstairs.” the beat of the song had changed, but it was no less deep, no less pounding. the vibrations made their way through the concrete and tim, who was still leaning against the wall, shuddered.

kon’s voice was as deep as the bass when he held out his hand and asked tim, “well?” it wasn’t like he was subtle, he was giving tim a choice. kon could either fly tim to wherever struck their fancy that night, and have it be another one of their lovely little dates. tim took a second to remember how kon would always tangle their feet together, his eyes mischievous yet soft as he looked at tim. then he thought about tonight, how much fun it was to have kon pinning him against something, how the way kon was acting tonight took his breath away.

tim reached out to grab the outstretched hand and tucked himself against his boyfriend’s side. he pushed himself up to his toes and whispered in kon’s ear, “i’m game. let’s go downstairs.”

This fic was inspired by those two amazing works of art up there. Tim’s by @hains-mae , and Kon’s by @daddyschlongleg and i love their works of art an unhealthy amount.

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have-a-good-fucking-day · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Young Justice (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Wally West, Bart Allen Additional Tags: Fluff, Probably some angst, Tim's Dog/My only OC, I mean; from my posted fics, whatever, I'm Bad At Tagging, Drabble Collection, But it's mainly ficlets, Ficlet Collection, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, possibly Summary:

It's what it sounds like: just a bunch of my shorter fic ideas that I wanted to write, but not post individually.

Ig this is going to serve as a table of contents until it gets too long...

1. TimKon 2. HalBarry 3. TimKon (again)

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 4 years

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Cream Puffs and Puppies

TimKon Week Prompt: Bakery/Coffee Shop Author Notes: This is a two chaptered story the next chapter uses the final prompt for TimKon week. You can also read it on AO3

After losing Robin, his place in the family, his spleen, and his creditability within the hero community Tim Drake-Wayne came to a decision.

"I'm retiring from the hero community."

Tim decided to inform only those who care and that was those in front of him, his team, no his family. The Titians were all lazing about the living room when he made his announcement.

Conner had been expecting that for a while. "Well if you are out then so am I." There was no way that Tim was going where without him, the last time he let Tim out of his sight he lost his spleen.

Tim started at his lover, "Are you sure? You love being a hero."

Conner smiled gently at his partner, as he took Tim's hands in his and looked into those blue eyes he loved so much and spoke from the heart, "True but I love you more. I am perfectly okay with being just plain old Conner Kent."

"I'm happy for you guys but Tim you are Timothy Drake-Wayne you are pretty recognizable." Bart pointed out to his friend.

"In Gotham I am but if I move to San Francisco I am not Gotham Royal here so I would be just another face in the crowd," Tim explained.

Silence reigned over the tower as everyone stared at Tim, they had known things weren't going well between the Bat-family with Tim staying more and more in San Francisco, he only went back to Gotham one to two weeks a month and he had completely moved out of the manor.

"You know we will support you in whatever you decide to do dude, is this something you really want?" Gar asked softly. He made a mental note to call Dick and give him a long talk. 'Or I could just ask Raven to send Dick to a hell dimension in his underwear, again. That might open his eyes up better than talking to him.' Gar decided that he would talk to Raven later.

Tim was expecting that question. "I have and the only ones I talk to are Cass and Jason. No one else from Gotham has reached out to me. I will keep in contact with them and make sure that they let Alfred know that I am okay but it is time I put myself first. Things haven't been the same since Bruce went missing. And as much as I love them I have doubted that they felt the same with how easy Dick could take Robin from me and when he considered putting me in Arkham that fractured our already strained bond." Tim was thankful when no one said anything about the way his voice cracked when he talked about Dick.

"We understand Tim and like we said we will support you." Raven sent Tim a small smile and Gar knew at that moment he wouldn't need to ask Raven anything she would be sending Dick to a hell dimension.

"So what are you going to do?" Cassie asked.

Tim and Conner exchanged a look. "I have no clue," Tim admitted in a soft voice.

+*****+

Conner and Bart came with Tim, Cassie, and Cass stopped by when they could. Cassie couldn't leave the Titans she was their leader after all Tim hadn't seen Dick, Bruce, or Damian. He talked to Alfred once in a while the only one he saw was Jason.

"You opened up a coffee shop and bakery? How the hell did that happen Baby Bird?" Jason asked as he entered what could only be considered a geek paradise somehow Tim had become the owner of a Pokémon-themed cafe.

"It just kinda happened." Tim never meant to open a coffee shop and bakery.

Jason could only shake his head, "Only you. But coffee is your love after clone boy so we really shouldn't be that surprised. But that doesn't explain the kittens and puppies." Jason looked down at the puppy who had bounced over to him, wearing a Red Hood poncho of all things. A smile appeared on Jason's face as he picked up the pit-bull puppy who wagged its tail as it covered Jason's face in kisses.

"It was Conner's idea, he found them in the streets and brought them here. We got a permit to have them here, we act as an adoption center, you would be surprised to see how many people will stay and cuddle with an animal while they drink and eat and once they formed a bond with them and then adopt them. The clothing was made by Cass." Tim explained. He could see that Jason was slowly losing his heart to the pup in his arms. "Her name is Elizabeth."

"Well, of course, a classy lady like this needs a classy name. Come on sweetheart let me tell me about your namesake." Jason wandered off to a free table.

Tim could only shake his head as he watched Jason settle in pulled out the book that he carried on with him. Elizabeth looked at home in Jason's arms and Tim knew at that moment he would be seeing a lot more of his older brother.

Jason stared at Tim as he handed him his Red Robin suit and everything that was Bat related. "I'm proud of you baby bird." Jason finally said as he took the box from Tim.

Of all the things Tim expected to hear that was not one of them. "Really?" He couldn't remember the last time that one of the Bats told them they were proud of him. "Thank you, Jason, that means the world to me."

"No problem baby bird."

Conner's arms wrapping around him pulled Tim out of his thoughts. "It looks like Jason has a new admirer," Conner commented as he rested his chin on the top of Tim's head, he loved the height distance between him and Tim.

"Bart is going to be upset but he should know better to bet against Cass." Tim didn't know how his sister figured out that Jason would bond with Elizabeth but she had been right from the moment she put Elizabeth in her homemade Red Hood poncho and the fact that she would cry and whine when it had to be taken off to be washed showed that she had chosen her favorite hero.

Tightening his grip on Tim Conner enjoyed the feel of Tim in his arms. "Are you happy?"

There would always be an ache in his chest of what could have been with the others but right now Tim could honestly say, "Yeah, I'm happy."

#timkon week #timkon #kon x tim #sherri writes #my ficlets

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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“what the hell were you thinking?” or “dance with me” for the prompts!!

Beep.

Tim opens his eyes.

The familiar outlines of the Tower medbay settle around him, all lights and clean lines. His bed is comfortably warm in the cool air, and he scoots slightly down in the blankets; there's a telltale drowsy fuzziness in his head that, combined with the chill in his body, informs him he's coming out of anesthesia. Why was he under...?

His left arm is in a sling. He blinks at it for a moment, then shuffles his general awareness over to his other arm. His right hand is—

Oohhhh. Right.

His right hand is warm and immobile, comfortably sandwiched between both of Kon's palms. He's stripped off his usual fingerless gloves, and his jacket is draped over the back of his chair; his head is bowed down to the mattress, and his grip is slack, and all of these things come together into the slow realization that he must be asleep because he's been here a while, waiting for Tim to wake up.

Tim considers why his left arm is in a sling, looks down at Kon's messy curls, and decides that, yeah, that's probably fair.

Kon has pretty hair. It's all shiny and soft, and the curls are so bouncy whenever he moves his head. Tim kind of wants to play with them. Normally, he'd stop himself, but normally he's not floating on a cozy sea of morphine in a post-op setting, so... that's as good an excuse as any. Probably. Right?

Unfortunately, the moment he moves his hand, Kon's head snaps up. His eyes—inhumanly blue, luminous, beautiful (wait, what?)—are bloodshot and his cheeks streaky, and oh, fuck, he's been crying, why has he been crying, what made Kon cry—

"You're awake!" Kon sucks in a shaky breath, bows his head, and presses his forehead to Tim's hand so reverently that for a second, Tim forgets how to breathe. Kon's skin is warm. "God, Tim, you scared the shit out of us. Out of me. How are you... how are you feeling?"

"Floaty," Tim answers truthfully. Then he thinks about it for a second. "Probably will feel like shit when I'm on less narcotics, though. But it's chill."

Kon gapes at him for a second, a bunch of emotions flickering over his face. What's his deal? What did Tim say wrong?

"It's chill?" Kon repeats, incredulous; he looks away, shaking his head, and scrubs one hand over his face. Tim misses its warmth immediately, looking at the hand still holding his with a pang. "Tim, you could have died! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Um." Tim squints at him. "Was thinking, oh no! They're gonna shoot Kon! That would suck balls! Or I might have thought it would suck ass? Something like that. And then I jumped in the way."

"You—" Kon groans, but he does take Tim's hand in both of his again, before he bows his head and presses his lips to Tim's knuckles. Tim's heart skips a beat; the beeping goes a little faster. "Rob. Kryptonite is still metal. A kryptonite bullet will still hurt you. Why would you do that?"

"Because," Tim says, confused—is this not obvious? He thought this was obvious. "Otherwise it would have hurt you."

Kon makes a vaguely distressed noise. "Tim."

"What?" Tim pats the side of his palm. With his fingers, since Kon is still holding his hand. Okay, he just sort of wiggles his fingers in Kon's grasp. Close enough! "It was kryptonite. Can't let them shoot you with kryptonite. And I'm basically fine, so."

"Basically fine?!" Kon is somewhere between scandalized and aghast. "It shattered your collarbone! There are four metal pins in your shoulder right now! I'm looking at them!"

Tim hums. "That's why I said basically fine. S'not totally fine, but, like, more or less fine. You know?" He wiggles his fingers again. He's not an idiot—he knows it'll definitely hurt like a bitch later, during recovery, but he can handle a bit of pain. What's important is that Kon is okay.

Kon drops his head to the mattress with a thump. "You're gonna be the death of me, Rob," he mumbles, his voice muffled.

"I would prefer to be the life of you," Tim tells him. And since Kon has so kindly put his head down again, he happily avails himself of the opportunity to play with those springy curls, too.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

#timkon #i am literally at all times thinking about them taking kryptonite bullets for each other #tim #kon #also this ficlet sponsored by: the ''YOU SHATTERED HIS COLLARBONE!'' soundbite in our discord gc soundboard #rimi writes

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redarro · 5 years

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timkon catlad au

Selina's voice just kept ringing in his head: stay away from suoerheroes, they lead to no good. Good thing Tim didn't want any good, he thought while pressed against a wall and kissing roughly by Superboy himself. Tim wanted to be kissed by a cute boy, and Kon was happy to oblige

send me a ship + an au and I will write a three sentence ficlet

#timkon #tim drake #red robin #kon-el #superboy #catlad #young justice #dc #anon #ficlets

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marudny-robot · 4 years

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"Alright then, boys! Now, please, enlighten your Ma and tell me - when I can expect great-grandchildren?" (...)

"I don't know, Ma," Kon answered calmly. "Heard it's not as easy to knock up a guy as it is a girl"

Hi, so I’m writing that married timkon fics (collection? au? whatever). First chapter should be soon, as it was a very monday-annoying day and this is how I make myself feel better.

Don’t worry. it’s not mpreg or a/b/o. Just annoying relatives asking about when you are going to have a kid.

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #Maruda writes #it's going to be series of drables/ficlets/short fics/whatever in one au just fyi

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materassassino · 5 years

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62. “Do you have a ride home?” TIMKON

Tim rolls his shoulders, rubs the back of his neck, and scowls darkly.He’s exhausted – not that that’s anything new, he should be used to it by now,honestly – and he has school tomorrow. He’d promised to go to schooltomorrow, something he’s already deeply regretting since he was supposedto be home like five hours ago and just…

He leans back against the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’sstill here, in Metropolis, even though Lois abandoned him two hours ago toactually sleep like a normal human being, and honestly he wouldn’t even be hereif Conner hadn’t volunteered for him to help in the first place (without askinghis permission beforehand because Kon is under the assumption that randomlypromising favours is one of his boyfriend privileges) because Clark isoff-planet and Bruce is in Europe and…

Conner appears in his field of vision. He’s probably floating an inchor two off the ground, given the distance, and he looks unimpressed.

“Someone should be sleeping,” he says, softly, so he won’t wake Loisor Jon. Tim glowers at him.

“Whose idea was it for me to be here anyway?” he hisses, more sharplythan he intended. Kon takes it in his stride, and pecks Tim on the forehead,which makes Tim blush, and Tim kind of hates that Kon still makes him blushbecause he is seventeen, thank you very much, and he’s already dated threeother people, he should be used to this by now as well but…

“My bad,” Kon admits, “I should’ve known you’d get too caught up init.”

He floats up and over the couch, settling beside Tim with one armbehind his head. “You staying the night?”

Tim can feel himself leaning into Kon. The temptation is there. Loiswouldn’t exactly care if Tim stayed, if he crawled into bed with Connerand just curled into his side and buried his face in the crook of his neck and sleptuntil he needed to… That’s so tempting.

Instead, he sighs. “I can’t, I need to get back to the Manor.”

He looks at Kon, and he can’t deny the little thrum of pleasure hegets from Kon’s disappointed pout. Kon wanted him to stay. That still feels alittle unreal sometimes.

“It’s chill,” Kon says. “Do you have a ride home?”

There’s a smirk in Conner’s voice which means he knows damn well Tim doesn’t,because Kon was his ride there. Tim frowns at him. “Move your ass, Kent.”

He reluctantly rises from the couch, packs up his laptop and chargerand stuffs them into his backpack. He sees Kon get to his feet as well and hecan’t help but notice the lazy grace, the Kryptonian solid fluidity in hismovements… Tim closes his eyes and takes two quick, deep breaths. Enough ofthat, Drake.

Kon opens the balcony door once Tim has his jacket on, backpacksecurely on his shoulders. He rises, hovers by the railing, hand held out.

“Do you trust me?” he asks with the worst shit-eating grin. Tim rollshis eyes.

“You know I do,” he says easily, taking Conner’s hand. It’s Kon’s turnto blush this time, Tim can see it by the bright Metropolis lights, and hegrins as Kon settles him into a bridal carry. “Oh, we’re doing it this way,huh?”

“Traditional Kent fashion,” Conner says, not without a hint of pride,and Tim chuckles, winding his arms around Kon’s neck as they rise higher intothe sky.

#dc comics #timkon #tim drake #conner kent #red robin #superboy #kon-el #young justice #fluff #prompt ficlet #pixie writes #deepinnocence #42

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goddessofroyalty · 5 years

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Fandom: DC Comics

Universe: Batman Ninja

Pairing: Tim/Kon, hinted-background-possibly-onesided-Slade/Dick

Warnings: mpreg, birth control failing

Oh, look more simple dumb stuff. I swear I also have more serious ideas for this pairing a well. I just want to write dumb simple stuff currently.

“I can’t be pregnant,” Tim says despite the fact all his symptoms say he is. The math just doesn’t add up.

“Timmy our birth-controls would have stopped working days after we arrived,” Dick says, so carefully as if Tim might not have realised. As if Tim hadn’t already calculated that in. But he had. He wasn’t like Dick who kept getting mysterious presents that they all pretend weren’t clearly from a mercenary-turned-lord.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I got here.” And he should have been covered in the time it would take for human sperm to die. So it wasn’t like what happened before should be any risk.

Except – oh god.

Jason starts cackling because apparently he’s figured it out too. And screw him for it.

“You’re superboyfriend’s supersperm stayed alive long enough for your body to produce an egg for it to fertilize,” Jason so tactfully explains for Tim despite Tim not asking him to do so.

And Damian snorts in his judgement Damian-way and Dick suddenly looks sympathetic because he gets it. There was no preventing it. No Plan-B or safe abortion accessible. Unless they went back to their own time soon Tim was going to have a baby. Was going to have Kon’s baby in feudal Japan.

#DC Comics #DC mpreg #batman ninja #TimKon #KonTim #Batfamily #Bat Family #Batfam #Gothams Royal Family #tim drake #Dick Grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #mpreg #i accidently a ficlet

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