#timkon week 2019
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So close, yet so far
TimKon, Fantasy AU, Dragon rider Tim, Warlock Kon, Curses, Established Relationship, Fluff, Humour.
Summary: Tim never realised how much he took for granted when it came to his relationship with Kon. It isn’t until the two of them are cursed that he notices how much he misses all of those little things they do. With the curse leaving both Tim and Kon frustrated they each try to get by until they come up with the solution that’ll break the curse so they can be properly together again.
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A constant prodding by something small is what causes him to rouse back into consciousness. Not wanting to get up yet Tim grumbles and bats away the thing persistently poking him, when the poking finally ceases he lets out a sigh and settles back down so he could fall back to sleep. Unfortunately his relief is short lived because the prodding comes back and this time it’s in full force, while it wasn’t hurting him in any way it just happened to be more annoying than anything else.
A low growl and sharp teeth nipping his ear is what finally causes him to wake fully. Groaning Tim forces his eyes open and moans when he’s blinded by bright sunlight, he instantly covers his eyes with a hand and this time slowly opens his eyes to adjust to the light.
Another growl sounds out and Tim turns his head to the side to find his dragon staring intensely at him. The two of them have a staring match until the small dragon steps forward and nips his ear a second time, Tim grits his teeth and gently shoves the dragon to the side.
“Okay, okay. I get it. I’m up. Geeze Mela.” Tim grumbles to his companion.
After years of training and working Tim is a successful dragon rider who has long been bonded to one of the mighty creatures. Mela is the dragon he’s bonded to and he wouldn’t trade her for the world. She’s a metallic silver dragon with two short horns on the front of her head, she has leather wings that sprout out from her back and her body ends with a long thin tail. She can shift sizes, her smallest form (which she currently is in) is no bigger than a kitten and her largest size is taller than several buildings put together.
The creature lets out a whine and Tim frowns wondering what’s causing the dragon’s odd behaviour. Normally Mela is more than happy to let him sleep in, the little dragon herself being a late riser (which was adorably enduring for a creature of her kind) so why the push to get up now?
Dread starts building up inside of him at the thought of Mela being unsettled. “What's wrong?”
Mela darts off without another word and Tim finally pushes himself up into a sitting position from where he had been lying down, the new perspective gives him a chance to get a clear view of his surroundings. Tim freezes when he realises that he was in fact not at home like he thought but rather instead he finds himself in the middle of the street with various of people all staring at him as if he’s from another planet.
Now alert Tim rapidly looks around to try and work out what happened. Why on earth is he in the middle of the street?
Mela appears in front of him again, having flown back to him from wherever she had run off too. The dragon darts forward and grabs the edge of Tim’s sleeve with her teeth and starts tugging in a clear indication that she wants Tim to follow her.
Taking a breath Tim gets to his feet. He pauses when he feels himself tilt to the side unsteadily but once he’s sure he’s found his footing he stands up straight and follows his dragon to wherever Mela wants him to go.
He’s currently outside a store, one very similar to all the rest in the town with it’s one floor, bricked foundations and wooden panelled roofing. It’s not even anything special as it’s just a grocery store. Tim’s mind is still rather foggy so he can’t yet connect the dots to why he’s there and what happened that landed him to be unconscious in the middle of the street.
Mela leads him to around the back of the building and suddenly everything fades into the background once he sees what’s behind the store amongst all the trash.
“Kon!”
Tim exclaims his boyfriend’s name and rushes over to his side. Falling to his knees Tim scans him looking for any signs of injury or anything else. Before he could react further Kon gasps and shoots upright into a sitting position and his eyes dart around all over the place obviously trying to catch up with the latest events.
“Kon, hey it’s me, you’re alright. Okay? Just breathe, you’re okay.” Tim calmly talks him down and gets his attention once he seems to settle.
“Tim?” Kon blinks at him and Tim nods. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. You?”
Kon frowns, looking confused, and places a hand to his forehead. “Yeah… what happened?”
Feeling uneasy Tim shrugs. “I don’t know. I only just woke up too, on the other side of the store in the middle of the street. I’m guessing you can’t remember either.”
“It’s blurry,” Kon admits with a grimace.
A rumble gets their attention and they both turn to look down at Mela who is glancing between them with wide eyes, her pupils having expanded leaving no iris’ left. Kon smiles and leans down to stroke a finger over Mela’s head and spine, earning him a happy purr.
“Hey Mela, glad you’re okay.” Kon mutters to the dragon affectionately.
The scene has Tim smiling but sadly it doesn’t stay when he remembers where they are and the fact they can’t remember how they got there. Getting to his feet he dusts his clothes off.
“C’mon, let’s go, we’ll head back home and see if we can work out what happened.” He holds out a hand for Kon to take, his boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to reach out and grab it however when their palms are about to touch something forces them apart.
The two of them share a look before trying again. They wear identical frowns when their hands wouldn’t meet.
“Kon take my hand.” Tim demands, his tone just short of snapping.
Kon huffs and glares at him. “I’m trying. I don’t know what’s going on.”
When they try again the same result happens where their palms deflect away from the other. They try their other hands only to have the same thing happen.
After a moment Kon gets to his feet on his own and they try another time but their efforts seem futile because no matter what their hands wouldn’t connect. Tim couldn’t describe it, the best he could compare it to is two magnets repelling against each other when the same poles are facing each other, no matter how much force is used to get them together they won’t meet.
Pursing his lips Tim looks at their hands before looking up at Kon’s perplexed face before looking at their hands again. He opens his mouth to say something but shuts it again quickly after realising he’s unsure on what he’s going to say.
The two of them stand there in a disbelieving silence for a while until a rumble from Mela breaks the spell.
Kon looks at Tim with a determined look. “Come here.”
Before Tim could move towards his boyfriend Kon is already reaching for him with his arms open as if he’s going to pull Tim in for a hug. Surprisingly, yet not so much, Kon’s arms never reach him, they don’t end up wrapped around him in the way Tim loves so much. Disheartened Tim watches as Kon’s arms seem to bounce away from him whenever they get close, it appears like Kon is hugging a force field that’s around Tim although they both know that is not the case.
Kon eventually gives up and his arms fall flat against his sides. His boyfriend looks somewhere between angry, sad and confused. Tim’s feeling the same way.
“What the fuck happened?” Kon whispers.
Tim sighs and runs a hand through his hair before pinching the bridge of his nose. Something happened to them before they were knocked unconscious, they just need to remember what they were doing in town and go from there. It was Tim’s day off so he didn’t need to do any collections or errands that day and Kon – to his knowledge – was free of duties too, so what were they doing?
A sudden weight appearing on his shoulder gets his attention and Tim glances to the side to find Mela perched there, her small body curling around his neck like a scarf. She lets out a whine, as if she’s feeling the same heaviness of the situation as they are, and nuzzles Tim’s jaw in her own affectionate way. Tim lets out a small smile and strokes over her glistening scales with a finger.
As he strokes her an idea comes to mind. “Hey Mela, can you fly to Kon for a moment, go and perch on his shoulder.”
When neither of his companions protest, Mela jumps off Tim’s shoulder and glides over to Kon’s shoulder opposite him. She lands lightly and curls around Kon’s neck in the same way she had done with Tim. Seeing this Tim hums in thought.
Looking at his boyfriend he says, “Mela isn’t affected by whatever this is between us. That may or may not be a good thing.”
Kon raises an eyebrow. “Dragons aren’t usually affected when it comes to things magical. They have their own entity when dealing with things like that, as you would know being a dragon rider. Her not being affected probably means the targets are just us, no one and nothing else. That’s saying if the thing behind this is in fact magic related.”
“Just why?” Tim enquires thoughtfully. There’s such a big gap in their memories which plays a key part in what happened. Taking a deep breath Tim shakes his head. “We’ll figure it out at home. We’ll get out the streets and go from there.”
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The topic of how they’re going to solve this matter between them gets brought up again when they’re ascending the stairs to their home. The two of them had moved in together into a small flat above the local bakery just last year. The move had been the next step in their relationship and finally having a space they could call their own was exhilarating.
“We’re not going to my father about this.” Kon protests from a step behind Tim.
“Why not?” Tim questions with a huff. He reaches the door first and digs out the key from his pockets. “He's probably the best option we have to figuring this out.”
“We don’t need to get anyone else involved. We can work this out for ourselves.”
Rolling his eyes Tim turns around to stare at his boyfriend in disbelief. Even Mela, from her position on his shoulder, makes a noise that sounds like a snort. Tim raises an eyebrow. “As much as I love your optimism and confidence in us, I don’t think we can, especially if this is a magical occurrence,” he turns back to the door and opens it up, leading the way inside their home, “you’re a mage Kon and a powerful one admittedly but spell work is not your forte.”
The door slams shut behind Kon. “Hey! I could know something about this….”
Tim doesn’t even bother entertaining the idea. They both know this is out of both of their elements as much as Tim hates to admit it. In his time of riding he’s come across a whole wide of variety of things but nothing like this before.
Tim makes his way into the kitchen and takes a seat down at the table with a sigh. A glance at the windowsill where their sundial is tells him it’s mid-afternoon. As soon as he’s sitting, Mela silently uncurls herself from around his neck and makes her way down his arm and onto the table. Tim watches as his dragon potters over to the fruit basket in the middle of the table and grabs an apple with her teeth, the small dragon struggles to drag the fruit over to Tim but once she’s in front of him she drops it and sits back on her hunches looking rather proud of herself. Tim couldn’t help but smile. Knowing what she wants Tim grabs his pocketknife from his pocket and starts slicing the fruit up into small bite size chunks and feeds her the pieces.
While he’s busy with Mela, Kon had followed him into the kitchen and was busing himself in making them a couple drinks. Once he's done he makes his way over to Tim and holds out the mug for him to take and without thinking about it Tim reaches out to take it from his boyfriend but startles when he feels the same repelling force from earlier appear again. The two of them share a sad knowing smile. In the end Kon places the mug on the table and goes and settle in the chair opposite Tim.
In between feeding Mela and drinking his coffee, Tim looks over at Kon, his mind going over their situation and what they could do to solve it. “If not your father then who do you suggest we go to?” He asks after a moment of silence.
Kon shrugs, looking lost and helpless. “I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to involve him.”
Tim shakes his head, knowing a partial reason on why Kon is against getting his dad in involved. “Kon, this isn’t the time to be holding grudges against him. We’re going to need his help.”
Clearly Tim hit a sore spot because Kon sends him a cold glare. “He lied to me Tim, for years he kept it secret when I deserved to know!”
“I know!” Tim reassures him. “I know, I’m just saying we’re not going to solve this by ourselves.”
“What do you suggest then? We hit the library looking up every spell possible to see if there’s a record to what we’re going through, or if there’s a potion we can create and then we’d be cured?”
“That's what we need to find out. First thing we need to do is remember why we were at that grocery store. It’s not anything special, just one in the town centre. How did we get there, what happened leading up to it?”
A thump sounds out and Tim watches with both amusement and annoyance as Kon smacks his head against the table. “I. Don’t. Know.” He boyfriend grits out.
Tim recalls that morning from what he could remember, hoping something will click into place as he goes through what happened. “We woke up, it’s both of our days off so we didn’t rush. Once out of bed we had breakfast and decided on what to do for the day. You wanted to do nothing and stay in bed but I wanted to go out. We ended up leaving to do…. something?”
Kon perks up, throwing him a thoughtful look. “We bumped into your brother downstairs as we left.”
Before he could reply a chirp sounds out and Tim glances down to find Mela looking up at him expectantly with another apple by her side. When she had grabbed it Tim has no idea. Giving his dragon a disapproving look, he grabs the apple and places it back into the fruit basket.
“No. I’m not giving you another one. You can wait.” He tells her firmly. Not liking being told no, she opens her eyes up and looks at him yearningly, sadly for her the look doesn’t work on him anymore. “No Mela. You can wait until dinner.”
The dragon huffs at him, even sending a little bit of smoke his way, and turns around to face Kon. His boyfriend looks amused and Tim just knows she’s trying on that look with him too. Kon doesn’t fall for it either.
“If Tim said no, then it’s a no from me too. You know this.” He tells Mela gently with a smile.
Knowing she’s not getting her way, the dragon huffs again and this time takes off from the table and flies out of the kitchen to disappear somewhere within the flat, probably her nest that’s been built in their bedroom.
Looking back at Kon he continues the conversation, now remembering what had been said “Yeah, Jason was returning back to the bakery after running some errands,” Tim glances at Kon, “maybe we should go and speak to Jason, he may be able to fill us in on some stuff.”
Kon shakes his head, against the idea. “No, he won’t be much help. I don’t think we conversed, not that I can remember anyway.”
Feeling restless energy building up inside of him, Tim gets up from his chair and begins to pace the length of the small kitchen. His mind is split into two. He’s desperate to know what he’s not remembering and why he couldn’t remember, then on the other hand he wants to solve this situation with Kon. He wants to touch his boyfriend. Not being able to touch Kon, or even go near him, is driving Tim crazy and it’s making him realise he misses all of those little things they do. The holding hands, comforting squeezes, hugs, resting against one another.
As he paces across the kitchen on what must be his tenth round, something on the side catches his attention. Pausing his movements Tim steps to the counter and finds it to be a piece of paper with his own handwriting on it, it’s a note reminding him to visit Babs sometime later in the week.
Seeing the woman’s name gives him an idea, lifting the piece of paper up in the air he beams at Kon, feeling hope for the first time since waking up in the middle of the street.
“There is someone who may be able to help us after all!”
Tim shows Kon the paper and when his boyfriend holds out his hand to take it from him he doesn’t hesitate to pass it over, only remembering a second later when their hands repel that they can’t do that. Feeling his smile falter Tim drops the paper down onto the table for Kon to see, once he’s out the way his boyfriend picks it up.
“You want to go visit Babs.” Kon states after reading the note.
Tim nods affirmatively. “If anyone’s got the knowledge to help us, it’d be her.”
“When do you want to go see her?”
Checking the time with their sun dial on the windowsill, Tim shrugs. “How about now? She would be done with work and if we’re lucky we can catch her at her workplace instead of at home.”
“Yeah okay,” Kon agrees easily getting up from his chair, “the sooner the better.”
Heading for the front door of their flat Tim whistles for his dragon. “Mela let’s go!”
A moment later Tim and Kon are by the door waiting for the dragon to appear. When she doesn’t Tim frowns and whistles again. When she stubbornly stays hidden Kon laughs.
“She’s mad at you because you refused her a second apple.”
Tim shakes his head in disbelief, “I don’t understand why she likes the damn things so much. She certainly lives up to her namesake.” Turning back into the flat he raises his voice. “If you come now, I’ll give you an extra apple after dinner.”
A beat goes by and just as Tim’s about to call out again a flap of wings could be heard and his dragon finally comes into view, apparently the promise of extra fruit does the trick. Mela lands smoothly on Tim’s shoulder and curls around his neck making a purring noise as she does so and Tim rolls his eyes fondly.
“You wouldn’t think she’d be able to shift into the size of several buildings put together would you?”
Kon snorts, doing the job of locking the door behind them before they descend down the stairs. “No you wouldn’t, but that’s what makes her special.” Smiling Tim gives his dragon a stroke along her spine with his finger.
When they arrive to speak to Babs at her workplace, they find she isn’t alone. When they walk into the room and see the second person leaning against Bab’s desk Tim sighs and curses softly. As much as he loves his eldest brother, he didn’t want to be dealing with him that day. Dick will ask too many questions and be a nuisance instead.
Seeing no point in delaying the inevitable, Tim strides into the room without further hesitation and earns himself a couple of curious looks to his sudden arrival.
“Hey Babs, Dick.” Tim greets them with a restrained smile, he wished he was greeting them for a different reason.
Babs raises an eyebrow and leans away from her desk to give him her full attention. Her eyes flicker from him to Kon as his boyfriend comes to stand beside him, well as close as he could get at least. “Tim, Conner, nice to see you. You timed that right, I’ve just finished for the day. What can I do for you?”
Tim shares a look with Kon and turns back at Babs, though he couldn’t help the apprehensive glance he sends Dick’s way, and explains to her what’s happened to the two of them that morning and why they’ve decided to approach her about their problem.
Once he’s finished talking Babs is wearing a contemplative expression. His brother on the other hand looks concerned. “Are you two okay though?” He asks worriedly, straightening up as he speaks.
Tim waves his concern to the side. “Yeah, we’re fine, except you know the whole not being able to touch each other thing and the amnesia we’re experiencing.” Dick isn’t impressed with his answer and Tim acknowledges his flat look with a shrug.
“Are you able to help us Babs?” Kon’s voice brings Tim back into the moment. He turns and finds his boyfriend leaning against the desk opposite the professor. “Anything at all?”
“There may be something…” she mumbles after a moment. The red haired woman turns to Dick and points him over to the far wall of the room where a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf is placed and instructs her boyfriend to grab several different books from her extensive collection.
Seeing that this is going to take a while Tim wonders over to a chair and sits down on it, making himself at home. As Dick runs back and forwards between the bookshelf and Babs’ desk he inspects the room with curiosity. It’s Babs’ classroom and where she holds all of her lectures, being a professor at the only university in the town grants her a large lecture hall filled with seats that slope to give each one a view of Babs’ desk at the front. The door they entered from is to the left and the bookshelf Dick is currently emptying at Babs’ command is on the right.
Kon comes and settles a couple seats away from Tim as Babs announces she’s got everything she needs. Silently the woman starts flicking through pages of different books of all shapes, colours and sizes, clearly on a mission looking for something in particular.
Mela, who’s been silently sleeping on Tim until this point, wakes up and observes the room before standing and stretching. She takes off from Tim’s shoulders to circle the room and ends up touching down by Dick who greets her with a stroke and a smile.
Tim’s unsure on how much time passes by as they wait for Babs to do her research but he sighs in relief when she finally announces she think she’s found something.
“I thought your current situation sounded familiar and I couldn’t work out where I had heard it before. Going through some of my books I wanted to see if I could find any record of something like this happening before and thankfully I was right when I thought I recognised it.” As Babs talks her voice drops slightly and every word she says is clear and precise, Tim imagines this is her ‘professor’ tone.
“This book recalls similar situations that you’ve found yourselves in. Where different couples couldn’t either, talk, see, remember or touch one another.”
When the woman trails off Tim sends her an expectant look, waiting for the catch. “Okay so what else is there to it? Does it mention anything about the amnesia? What about how we fix it? Can it be fixed?”
Tim’s a little stressed out by the end of his volley of questions and he knows it shows through by the tone of his voice and his actions as his body tenses up.
“Hey Tim, easy okay. We’ll get the answers, just be patient.” Kon calmly tells him holding up a hand to placate him. His boyfriend looks like he wants to hug him but unfortunately they know that isn’t currently an option. Also sensing his distress Mela flies back over to him and lands on his shoulder, she presses her snout into the skin underneath his jaw, offering her own support and comfort.
Tim takes a deep breath and settles back down into his seat with an apology. If Babs was affected by his outburst she didn’t show it.
“When you said you suspected the cause of this to be magic, you are right, it is magic. Although it’s not a spell but in fact a curse.”
Her words leave Tim blinking at her. He’s both surprised and not to hear that. Before he could question it she continues talking, running a finger along the page of the book she reads from.
“And like every curse, there is a way for it to be broken. What binds your love together has been undone. Correct what has been broken to become whole again.”
There's a beat of silence following her words until Kon snorts seeming incredulous of the whole thing and honestly Tim doesn’t blame him. “You aren’t being serious right? A riddle to break a curse that’s been placed on us. Of course, why didn’t we see this coming! Who would curse us? What have we done?”
Those are fair questions to ask but sadly none of them have the answers to any of them.
For the first time in a while Dick speaks up from his position next to Babs’ desk. “I can look into it, whoever cursed you most likely casted the amnesia spell too. I’ll do what I can with my contacts from the details you’ve given but it’ll be a long shot I’m afraid, that’s even after narrowing down the population into warlocks.” His brother looks almost rueful for how little help he can offer them. Tim takes back his earlier comments of him being a nuisance.
“Anything that may help would be much appreciated, thanks Dick.” Tim acknowledges with gratitude.
Closing the book with a loud bang Babs sends them a calculating stare. “So you two knuckle heads need to try and work out that riddle and in the meantime I’ll search through my archives to see if there’s anything else about the curse. Dick will do his part to try and find this wayward warlock.”
Seeing that there’s nothing else to be done or said, Tim and Kon agree and give their farewells and leave the room.
Their mood is sombre during the walk back to their flat. The two of them are quiet as they each reflect on the information they’ve been told. As Tim thinks it over, he watches Mela who’s taken to flying ahead of them and stopping to do a flip before flying back to Tim and repeating the process. He knows she’s showing off, trying to make him smile and while he appreciates her efforts they don’t much to improve his mood.
He and Kon only speak again once they’re back at their flat. It’s now late and past dinner time, not that it’s going to stop them from eating, Tim sits at the table while Kon works on putting together a meal for them. His dragon has flown off into the apartment, most likely for a nap so once they’re done Tim will make sure to leave some food out for her.
“What binds your love together has been undone. Correct what has been broken to become whole again.”
Tim repeats Babs’ words from earlier, wondering what the hell they mean. He asks Kon the question and gets a shrug as an answer.
“I don’t know Tim. Your guess is as good as mine. It could be anything.”
“Well c’mon,” Tim urges him, “you’re the mage between us you should be able to come up with an answer!”
Kon sends him an unimpressed look over his shoulder. “For the thousandth time, the correct term is warlock. You know I hate the word mage.”
“I could call you a wizard if you prefer?”
“Absolutely not. I’d take mage over wizard thanks.”
“I’m glad we could come to an agreement. Anyway, spell, curse, us. What do we do?” Tim bends down and rests his head against the table with a groan.
He sits back up a moment later in time for Kon to approach the table with two plates. His boyfriend places the plate down as close as he could before taking the seat opposite him. The two of them tuck into their food while discussing the matter at hand.
“There’s nothing wrong with our relationship, so it’s a mystery to what could be ‘broken’.” Kon comments with a frown.
Tim hums. “It’s also a question of what ‘binds our love’? Last I knew we haven’t participated in any soul binding spells or rituals. What is there to break?”
The two of them fall silent at the question and they both end up getting lost in their thoughts over the matter, thinking mostly about what it could mean for them.
After they’ve finished eating and have cleared up, having to swap places so they could each do the chores of cleaning and putting away the dishes, they decide to call it a night and start to get ready for bed. Where they would normally use the tiny bathroom together they quickly found that they wouldn’t be able to do so now, having to get ready separately Tim uses the opportunity to prepare some snacks for Mela (making sure to give her extra apple) while Kon uses the bathroom and once he's done Tim takes his turn.
Because of their situation they were apprehensive about getting into bed, unsure on how it was going to work. Since they couldn’t touch each other it raises the question of whether their bed would be big enough for the two of them to be in at the same time. They decide to give it a go and see what happens, depending on how the night goes depends on what actions they take.
The next week proves to be challenging. Both Tim and Kon are growing more agitated each passing day with their situation, not being able to touch one another is driving them both insane. One of the only things keeping Tim sane is that he’s able to keep Mela close to him and also that at least he and Kon can be somewhat near one another even if they aren’t touching.
They keep up with their jobs, their work keeping them fairly distracted from their issue when they’re not at home. There’s been no updates from neither Babs nor Dick which frustrates Tim but he understands.
A breakthrough hits Tim while he’s out riding Mela.
The two of them go out flying at least twice a week that’s for fun, they cross over the town and over to the nearby coast, sometimes they’d adventure further to some nearby mountains or visit a neighbouring town just to change things up.
On this particular day Tim and Mela were visiting another town, Tim had wanted to drop by to see some friends while he had free times between jobs and while the two of them walked through town, Mela currently the size of a horse who was striding alongside him, they came across a large metal grid in the shape of a heart. On this metal framing there were hundreds of little padlocks, all different shapes, sizes and colours, some had inscriptions on them while others were plain.
Seeing this Tim stops dead in his tracks as the revelation hits him like a freight train.
Their padlock. His and Kon’s padlock is the key to undoing the curse that’s been placed on them. Back in their own town, on their own local love lock frame, he and Kon have a padlock themselves, one of which they locked in place together when after they shared their first “I love you.”
Tim thinks it over, the lock must have come magically undone when they got cursed, perhaps if they go and visit the padlock and relock it then the curse may lift. If that isn’t the case then maybe they get themselves a new lock which may do the trick. Tim’s not sure but what he is sure of is his next steps. Turning to Mela he gets his dragon’s attention as she had been drawn to two cats playing down the street. If Tim hadn’t been one-track minded he would have found Mela’s curiosity rather amusing.
“Mela. C’mon let’s go, it’s home time.” Tim waits for her to focus on him and seeing what he wants she lowers her body down so he could swing up onto her back onto the saddle placed there. Within seconds she’s launched into the air and the two of them are making their way back home. Mela’s smaller form making it easier to glide through the air making the journey quicker than what it would have been if she had been full size.
Once they touch down, Tim dismantles and takes off in a sprint to go and find Kon. Considering the day and time, he should be able to find his boyfriend near the outskirts of town at the arena. The town had a makeshift arena, one that had been created by teenagers who wanted to practice their magic and sword fighting away from adults, over time it became an official place to do practising on and for lessons to be taught at. Kon would be here doing lessons in offense and defensive magic to young warlocks.
As expected he finds Kon in the middle of the arena in front of a small group of kids. Not caring about the audience Tim sprints over the group shouting Kon’s name. In his determination and lack of awareness, Tim realises he’s going to fast too late and is unable to stop himself from crashing into Kon, unfortunately due to their circumstances Tim simply bounces off Kon and lands in the dirt on his ass.
“Tim! Gods above are you okay? What’s going on?” Kon exclaims his concern and looks at Tim with a mixture of worry and bewilderment.
Ignoring his now bruised coccyx, Tim stands up and dusts himself off. “I’ve worked it out! I know how we can break the curse!”
Kon blinks at him in a shocked silence for several moments. It gives Tim the perfect opportunity to look into his beautiful blue eyes which were reflecting the sun high in the sky that day. The moment is broken when one of the young kids Kon had been teaching speaks up, reminding the two of them they had an audience.
“Class dismissed. I’ll see you guys next week.” Kon calls out distractedly. The group all grumble but head away without any complaints.
Tim launches into an explanation about his day and how it lead to him working out that their padlock may be the key to breaking the curse. When he first started talking Kon looked intrigued and eager, as his story went on it changed to one of confusion before ending with an expression of understanding.
“We need to go to that love lock frame, now!”
The two of them break out into a run in the direction towards the love locks, Tim’s is mildly aware of Mela flying behind them, his dragon having shifted into her smallest form while they had been talking.
Minutes later they reach the frame and the two of them immediately start scanning for where they had placed theirs all those years ago, many more have been added since then making it more difficult to find.
“Here!”
Kon’s shout gets his attention and Tim hurries over to where his boyfriend is standing at the opposite end of the frame, this one being in the shape of the word ‘love’, and Tim looks where Kon is pointing to see that their padlock is unlocked. Tim observes the lock, it’s the same as he remembers, a classic square padlock with a keyhole at the bottom of it. The colour is a shimmering sliver that reflects colourfully in the sunlight, it’s the same silver that covers Mela. Kon had picked the lock up for them with Mela in his mind. Tim had melted when Kon shared the reasoning with him, it meant more than anything about how accepting his boyfriend is of his dragon. Wanting Kon to have his mark on it too, Tim engraved Kon’s family symbol onto the front of the lock, the symbol itself resembling an ‘S’ shape.
Kon holds the now open padlock in his palm and shows it to Tim. “So we just simply lock this back into place and the curse will break?” Disbelief bleeds into his tone as he talks and Tim could only shrug in response.
“Maybe? I don’t know, this is just a guess.”
Taking a deep breath Kon shuffles closer to the frame and fits the lock into place, just before he closes it Tim gets in as close as he could and allows his hand to hover over Kon’s as his boyfriend locks the padlock shut. An audible click sounds out and a heavy pause follows the silence. Tim and Kon share a frown, the two of them waiting for something to happen, not that they knew what they were waiting for.
“Did it work?” Kon asks.
Tim glances down at his hand to find it still hovering above Kon’s and his heart drops. He still can’t touch Kon.
“I don’t think so.” Tim says despairingly. On his shoulder Mela lets out a low noise and pushes her snout into Tim’s jaw, offering a comforting touch. Tim backs away and runs a hand through his hair feeling disheartened and agitated. “Back to the drawing board it is.”
“Hey,” Kon calls out to him and instinctively Tim turns to look at him, “I love you. That hasn’t changed.”
At Kon’s firm declaration Tim smiles, “I know, I love you too.”
His boyfriend steps in close and keeps eye contact, his expression now showing determination. “We’ll figure it-”
Tim blinks when Kon abruptly stops talking. He sends his boyfriend a concerned glance, “Kon? You okay?” And that’s when he feels it, a gentle nudge against his foot. Looking down Tim’s eyes widen when he sees the tip of Kon’s boot nudging against his, he had stepped in too close and accidently hit Tim’s foot with his own, this being something that shouldn’t have been possible because of the curse.
It takes a moment for the realization of what that tiny touch means. When it does finally sink in Tim snaps his head at the same time as Kon and instantly they’re moving towards each other, immediately wrapping their arms around the other because they now could. Feeling Kon’s arms around him makes him want to sob, the relief he’s feeling run through his body isn’t like anything he’s felt before, he knew he missed it but didn’t realise how much until now. He doesn’t want to let Kon ago again.
Being embraced by his boyfriend for the first time in a week Tim loses track of time. He doesn’t know how long they stand there hugging but they only pull apart when Mela begins to restlessly wiggle in between them and starts making impatient noises. They each laugh and even though they separate they don’t let go of one another.
“We should probably head home don’t you think?” Kon says with a wide smile.
Tim couldn’t help but reciprocate the gesture, he squeezes the hand still tightly holding onto Kon. “I think that’s a good idea.” He reaches up with the other hand and strokes Mela who’s settled on his shoulder with her tail curling around his neck, “I believe this one is getting impatient.”
Kon fondly rolls his eyes. “Kids these days huh?”
“Can’t take them anywhere!” Tim jokes with a laugh and knowing they were talking about her Mela nips harshly at his ear causing Tim to wince but it doesn’t stop him from laughing.
As they walk down the path, heading home, all Tim could think of is where their hands are joined and how right it feels. He knows there’s still work to be done, after all the wayward warlock hasn’t been caught yet and there’s still the problem about their amnesia but for now Tim can relish in the fact he gets to hold Kon again after what feels like forever without being able to do so.
#timkon#TimKon Week 2022#alternate universe#fantasy au#dragon rider tim#warlock kon#curses#can't touch each other curse#humour#fluff#dragons#established relationship#batfam bingo 2019#I have finally completed the bingo card#fanfiction#7k words#general rating#Tim Drake#Kon-El
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Exercise Fic (and podcast) Recs 6
Wow, I can’t believe I’ve done six of these already!
I have four fic recs this week (all DC, but not entirely superbat) with some bonus art! The first two are by the same author, Batshit_Bogs, and they are series. I got interested in the first fic series because it is a wingfic AU and those are my SECRET WEAKNESS (don’t tell anyone!). The second fic series is a reverse robin AU where Damian is the first Robin, and it works backwards from there. I’m not completely done with it yet. I’m on part 6 of the series, and let me tell you, it is HARD TO WALK on a treadmill when you are CRYING. Uhhhhhhgggg. Very good though, I can’t wait catch up with the rest of the series. The third one updated twice (!!!!!) this week, so I was very excited to read the new chapters while walking (it was also a nice pick me up after reading the last one). The final fic is a timkon fic! I saw januariat’s lovely art inspired by the fic, and had to check it out :D I haven’t read much of timkon, but after reading this one, I NEED more of them in my life!
Bats of a Feather by Batshit_Bogs
Through the Mirror by Batshit_Bogs
Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury
buy back the secrets by sundiscus
beautiful art! from @januariat
I’m still catching up with the Lions Led By Donkeys Podcast, so I listened to a couple of there episodes while walking. These episodes are from late 2018/early 2019, and both of them (especially the Battle of Hogwarts episode) mention JKR. It’s interesting to hear people’s thoughts and opinions of her in the past compared to now. The Battle of Hogwarts episode was also interesting for me to listen to because until recently (whenever The Batman movie came out), I was reading A LOT of HP fanfic, and you can tell that the hosts either don’t know about or don’t read fanfic. Also, it was fun yelling at my speakers when the one host kept fucking up the canon lore, lol.
Unlocked Bonus Episode: The Battle of Hogwarts from Lions Led By Donkeys Podcast
Episode 33 - Yukio Mishima and the Suicidal Crossfit Cult from Lions Led By Donkeys Podcast
I mixed it up a bit when I went to the coffeehouse for breakfast this morning. Instead of getting a croissant with my latte, I got a CHOCOLATE croissant. Very tasty 😋
It was overcast at the arboretum today, but it was still nice to walk. I got another good picture of my Favorite Spot. I like how the moss covered rocks follow the water.
There were SO MANY cardinals at the bird watch today, omg. There are EIGHT in this picture (possibly seven, one of the birds might be a male house finch).
Here is a nice picture of a male cardinal and female hairy woodpecker I liked.
#fandom#fandom life#adventures in exercising#superbat#timkon#the great outdoors#lions led by donkeys podcast#fanfiction#fic rec#podcast rec#art rec#seriously#go check out their art#it's amazing!
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So close, yet so far
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/dt4VOKE
by awhitehead17
Tim never realised how much he took for granted when it came to his relationship with Kon. It isn’t until the two of them are cursed that he notices how much he misses all of those little things they do.
With the curse leaving both Tim and Kon frustrated they each try to get by until they come up with the solution that’ll break the curse so they can be properly together again.
Words: 6893, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 24 of Batfam Bingo 2019, Part 1 of TimKon Week 2022
Fandoms: Teen Titans (Comics), Young Justice (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Fantasy, Dragon Rider Tim, Warlock Kon, Curses, can't touch each other curse, talks of amnesia, Fluff, Humour, Small bit of angst, Established Relationship, Dragons, problem solving, or rather breaking a curse, Timkon Week 2022
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/dt4VOKE
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TimKon Day 7 - First Kiss
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Chaperones are for Bad Influences - TimKon Week Day 7
Tim is forced to take Damian to a playdate with his friend. Said friend just happens to have a cute brother. There is some light flirting, a little obvious ogling, but mostly there is coffee.
Written for the final day of TimKon Week 2019 Day 7 - No powers/No capes AU - First Kiss
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The room was dark when Jason flung the door open. He stomped in loudly - making zero attempt to avoid things strewn about the floor - towards the window, where he promptly flung the drapes open. All of these actions, combined with his belly flop onto the bed, earned him a ferocious grumble and his little brother attempting to bite his arm through the comforter.
"If you actually rip through the comforter to draw blood, you will be breaking two Alfred rules at once," Jason spread out on the bed, making sure the bulk of his weight was on the ball of limbs in the center. The biting stopped.
The grumbling grew louder, "You are an absolute asshole, Jason." A tsking came from the doorway. Tim's growl increased, "That goes double for you demon brat."
"I'm not the one using offensive language." Damian did not enter the room. He stayed in the threshold, nose in the air.
Jason snorted, "This time, baby brat." Damian's mouth twitched. "Just because you swear in a different language, doesn't mean we don't know what you're saying."
"That was a double negative."
"Your grammar is atrocious."
The room went silent as the younger brothers realized they'd just accidentally agreed on something. Jason smirked and rolled off the bed, "Good, you two are getting along." He ruffled Damian's hair on the way out the door. "Cause Alfred said Tim was to take you on your playdate to the park."
The comforter flew off the bed as Tim sat up, "What?!" Jason was already cackling on the other side of the hallway. Damian was glowering at his feet. "Why do you even need a chaperone?"
"That is not your concern!" Damian fled from the doorway, muttering under his breath about 'ridiculous overreactions.' It was the plural that made Tim suspicious. Damian reappeared in his doorway with a scrunched scowl on his face, "We leave in an hour, Timothy, and I will not be late!"
Tim arrived at the front foot one hour and one minute later. Damian's left eye was twitching as he stood in the parlour with his backpack. Alfred stood beside him, hand on his shoulder.
"So which park are we going to?" Tim asked Alfred. The butler smiled. "Not a park?" Alfred shook his head. Tim looked down at Damian, "Didn't you just go to the zoo last weekend?"
"Not with Jon." Damian sniffed, arms crossed. "And I have not yet finished my portrait of the lioness and her cubs."
Tim asked no further question. He did stop for coffee on the wall. Damian yelled at him all the way through the drive thru. It was worth it to watch the vein in his forehead throb in near identical fashion to the one in Bruce's.
"I'm telling Father you tried to make us late!" Damian groused as Tim pulled into the VIP parking space that was reserved for their family. They really did take Damian to the zoo far too often... Maybe they could just leave him, let the zookeepers raise the demon brat. They probably has specialized training for dealing with feral animals.
"Dami!" Tim was startled by the chipper voice as a flash of blue ran past him to hook his brother in a side hug. There was now a young boy hanging off his brother's side, looking at his brother fondly. This, obviously, was Jon.
Tim blinked, "Not what I expected." The two boys were talking in hushed, excited tones. Damian's posture remained rigged and his face neutral, but he had a soft smile aimed at the ball of blue energy that was now talking with his hands.
"We should visit the lions first, I believe you will find their behaviors both familiar and majestic."
"Are you insinuating that Lois is a mama lion?" Yet another voice startled Tim. He should probably be paying more attention…
Damian looked narrowly at the broad shoulder teen that came up beside Tim. "Yes."
"Okay." The teen shrugged, "That's probably fair." Tim took a moment to glance over the guy - he was definitely built, probably from some sort of sport, and he had a jawline that could cut paper.
"Who are you?" Damian's entire frame was strung tight. Tim sighed. He sent up a quick prayer to whatever God or gods may exist to save his sanity. Why didn't he ever meet hot guys at the library?
It was the ball of energy that answered the question, "This is my new brother Conner!" Jon grinned wide at Damian, "Now you're not the only one with cool siblings."
Damian scoffed, "I would hardly call Timothy cool, Jon."
"You're the one that said he hacked Wayne Enterprises' firewall, that's pretty cool." Jon argued, completely missing Tim choking on his coffee.
"Damian!" Tim hissed, eyes narrowed, "That's not suppose to be public knowledge." The two younger boys rolled their eyes and continued to argue about the definition of cool as if Tim had never spoken.
Conner, however, was looked at Tim sideways. "Aren't you…like, a Wayne?" Tim shrugged, took another sip of his coffee cause his throat now hurt. "Doesn't that mean you hacked yourself?"
"I wasn't a Wayne when I did it," Tim admitted under the intense scrutiny of the man's gorgeous blue eyes. Conner's eyebrows rose higher, but his mouth stayed shut.
The two teens spent the day followed their younger brothers around the zoo. Tim only had to stop Damian from trying to release an animal twice. He didn't bother stopping him from berating the zookeepers.
Penguins were awesome, afterall, and their enclosure could stand to be cleaner. He had also been far too busy watching Conner lean over. The glutes were just as well-muscled as the shoulders.
"So, do you know why we're here?" Tim asked as they walked through the aquarium. Conner hadn't said much of anything and Tim was officially feeling creepy for ogling the dude so much without talking to him.
Conner raised a brow, "Cause Jon asked me to?" Tim stopped. His head turned from Damian to Conner slowly as the realization rushed over him.
"Are you telling me you're not here to chaperone?"
Conner shook his head, "Lois said I could just drop Jon off, as long as there was someone with Damian."
"So…Lois only requires someone to be here for Damian…not Jon?" Tim spoke with a scowl, head turning back to his brother. His voice went low as he cursed his brother's name.
"Jason is your other brother?" Conner guessed as Tim started walking again. Tim nodded, "So…you're a middle child?"
Tim snorted, "Technically, I am the second youngest. I think Cass would be the official middle child. If we don't count Steph. Which I am generally adverse to do." Really, the fact that Bruce had pseudo-adopted his ex-girlfriend (before she was even his ex!) was just the sort of family weirdness that Tim didn't like to dwell on.
"How many of you Wayne's are there?" Conner chuckled, scratching the back of his head he smiled at Tim. Blue eyes shifted down and back up.
Tim blushed under the very-obvious glance. He cleared his throat, looked around for a coffee cart. "Five, legally, assuming Bruce hasn't adopted anyone else in the last 24 hours. But, Bruce has a habit of taking in people who need him, so I'd put the actual count at around a dozen, just to be safe."
"Wow," Conner breathed out. Tim absconded towards a coffee cart to avoid more questions - he didn't actually know Conner after all and he was officially rambling. About his siblings. Ick.
Damian was explaining the hunting patterns of his favorite shark when Tim got back, because of course he was.
"Your brother scares me," Conner whispered into Tim's ear upon his return. A shiver ran down Tim's spine.
"He scares most people," Tim said as he looked literally anywhere but at Conner. Jon, apparently, was not most people because he was chirping questions at Damian to keep the topic going. Tim eyed him warily - anyone who liked Damian was obviously insane.
Conner's hand was suddenly resting on Tim's lower back. Tim looked at Conner out of the corner of his eyes. The other teen was relaxed, shoulders back, head up, leaning against a bar that ran the length of the glass. Tim gulped.
"Dami, did you want to go back to the lions to finish your painting?" Tim was gaping at the wonder of Jon Kent as the boy literally pulled Damian towards the enclosure they'd started at. Damian just…went. Without complaint.
Tim tugged on Conner's arm, "Did he just…comply?" Conner nodded, eyebrow raised, "The world may be ending." He checked the sky - still dark and dreary, still Gotham. Conner chuckled. Tim then realized that he was now, essentially, tucked into Conner's side.
"You wanna get another coffee while he paints?"
Tim blinked. He looked straight into Conner's face. Eyes open, mouth quirked. Tim nodded, "The farther from the coming calamity, the better, I suppose."
Now, Tim didn't make a habit out of kissing boys he'd just met - thank you very much, Stephanie! - but Conner had bought him coffee. A large coffee, with the exact amount of sugar and cream that he liked. With a double shot of expresso! So you see, really, Tim should get points for not jumping him right then and there.
"Your lips are really soft," Conner murmured as Tim pulled away. He was smiling, a goofy kind of smile with teeth and everything. Tim blushed profusely. Conner kissed him again, a soft press of lips that moved against his with just a hint of pressure.
Tim ran his tongue along Conner's bottom lip and enjoyed the man's shudder. The pressure increased and Tim found himself pushed up against the railing of the zebra exhibit.
When they returned fo their brothers, Damian was packing up his paint and Jon was attempt to talk down a security officer. Tim slipped the dude a hundred and the man dispersed. Jon looked up at him with a pout. Tim shrugged.
"I have completed my portrait," Damian informed Tim with a triumphant grin. He gestured towards his easel with a small flourish. The painting was good - visceral and bright - and the lioness looked both feral and fond.
Tim gave him a thumbs up, "Looks good to me."
Damian nodded, "Of course it does, even a amateur can recognize talent." Tim resisted the urge to shove his little brother only because he still felt vaguely warm from his time with Conner. Not because his brother was staring at his painting with trembling eyes.
"Do we need to wait for it to dry?" Conner asked. He stood much closer to Tim now than he had earlier. Air just barely whispering between them. Damian narrowed his eyes on that space before looking up at their faces.
"You may leave whenever," Damian sniffed, nose rising in the air. He gave Jon a quick nod, "Thank you for spending the day with me, Jon."
Conner stared straight into Damian's twisted scowl. He then grinned and leaned over to peck Tim on the cheek, "See ya around, Tim."
"See ya," Tim waved as the other set of brothers walked off. Jon was already jumping and throwing his hands up as he talked. Conner looked over his shoulder at Tim and winked.
Tim chuckled, smiling to himself. Damian huffed and Tim looked over at him. "You barely know the man, Tim, can't you keep your…your carnal desires to yourself."
"Did…did you just call me Tim?" He didn't exactly gape at Damian so much as eye him warily.
Damian's cheeks flushed, "That is not the aspect of the sentence you were meant to focus on!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep it in my pants, got it." Tim waved a hand as he leaned down to look at Damian, face to face. His mouth twitched into a grin, "But you called me Tim. Not Timothy."
A stuttered denial was cut off by Tim sighing loudly. He made a dramatic show of holding a hand to his chest - Dick would have been proud. Damian growled at the gesture.
"I can't wait to tell Dad how nice you're being to me. Protective even!"
Damian's left eye twitched. It was the only warning before he sprung on Tim.
When Alfred got to zoo an hour later to pick them up from security's holding area, he did not ask about the fist fight, nor did he comment on their dishevelled appearances. He instead focused on the painting that security had leaning against the cell.
"It's really quite vibrant," Alfred nodded his approval, "Your brush strokes have improved immensely Master Damian. Ms. Kyle will be delighted, I'm sure. Might I suggest a mahogany frame, to bring out the golden undertones?"
#timkon week 2019#timkon week#timkon#ray writes#fanfiction#fanfic#dc universe#dceu#batfamily#batfam#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#no powers au#no capes#timkonweek
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Two Bros, Sitting in the Candlelight
Happy timkon week! So today was free day and I can’t make desicions to save my life, so I had @timdrakeothy help me pick prompts. So today’s prompts were picked from the extra prompts on @timkonweek2019‘s page: Wingfic and Romantic Dinner
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betaed by @breadmould/Tanya on discord (sorry if you have a tumblr and I didn’t link it it wasn’t in your discord description)
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To say Tim was uncomfortable would be an understatement. However, it was really unfortunate that he was, because Jordan was a really nice girl. She was pretty and sweet and funny.
But Tim was moulting, and he couldn't stand the itch anymore.
"'Scuse me, Jordan. I'll be right back, just need to powder my nose." He said and hurried to the bathroom.
Tim made it to the bathroom but unfortunately wasn't able to lock the door. People, there were people everywhere. People who were rich and therefore, knew who he was and God that itching on his back hurt, he wanted to just rub his back up and down on one of the fancily textured walls until his old feathers came out. But he couldn't. He had Tim Drake's reputation to consider.
He'd planned this date with Jordan before he'd been in a battle with Klarion where the asshole had cursed him to grow wings. He'd already cancelled on Jordan more than once due to hero things, so he hadn't cancelled this date. He'd figured that the wings wouldn't be seen and it was a first date anyway, no way Tim's shirt would be coming off. Also, if he'd cancelled Jordan might have thought that Tim wasn't interested, and that wasn't even remotely true.
It was hard enough to find someone to date who actually seemed to like him, much less someone who could distract the media. And ever since Tam and Steph had started dating Tim hadn't had anyone for the rumor mill to latch onto. Jordan didn't mind any of that.
Pretty, funny, smart, and she wasn't scared of the media. Really, what else could a guy want? Well, besides a superhero, but frankly those were hard to find.
So Jordan didn't know about his latest magic mishap, which was all good and well and wouldn't have been a problem had Tim not fought Klarion during moulting season.
At least it wasn't mating season. That would have been a nightmare.
Tim dashed into a stall and unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could, trying to reach down to his wings, which flexed when his back muscles did.
No, no, no… come on…. He couldn't reach.
He couldn't rub his back against the stall, there were people here. He couldn't find anything to help him reach, and last time he had scratched his back with a batarang it had… ended badly.
He pulled out his phone. Dick was in Bludhaven and wouldn't be able to get to Metropolis in time, Cass, Bruce, and Damian weren’t even in the country. Duke couldn't get here from Gotham either.
Steph and Tam, however, were both in Metropolis with Tim on the W/E business he was, but might have been busy doing…. what they do together.
Steph, help
Im moulting
Steph
Steph this isnt funny
Steph answer please
Steph clearly still hadn't seen his text. He waited a full minute.
Time for the cavalry. Bart had taken a trip to the future with Wally, which meant: Conner. Tim just hoped that Conner wasn't busy.
Conner help
The response was almost instant. What's up dude?
Im moulting
You're… what?
Dude i just need ur help
Tim's phone started ringing and Tim cut the call.
Im on a date and i need a way out, one that doesnt make me look like a jerk. Eduardos, Peach and Devon
Now please
The itching was becoming unbearable. He'd make it up to Jordan, he would.
He heard a boom and someone outside his stall said: "Must be Superman, I hope everything's alright."
Where are you?
Bathroom.
Come out, ive got an excuse
Eduardo's was a high class establishment. Mainly for business deals, rich people, and romantic dinners. Candles lit the tables, flowers decorated as centerpieces. It was one of those restaurants where any talking was done in hushed voices simply because no one wanted to break the illusion.
Jordan looked beautiful. Tim felt even more guilty as he sat back down. "So," Tim said when he returned, "you were saying about your major?"
"Right!" Jordan hummed. She opened her mouth to continue her story about how she chose Metropolis University for her biotech degree when Ivy was a more prestigious school when there was a commotion outside the restaurant.
"What on earth…?" Jordan asked as Tim turned his head to the entrance as he saw Kon push his way through the waiters and ushers shouting Tim's name.
"Mr Drake-Wayne! Mr. Drake-Wayne, Simmons will be so glad I found you! I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed-" Conner ran up to him, fake-panting. He'd decided to dress up for the occasion it seemed, a loose tie over a button down shirt and slacks that he no doubt stole from Clark's closet. His large glasses were askew on his face. Tim raised a hand to stop the security that was called to escort Kon out. "There's been an issue, you know, with the-" He shot a suspicious look at Jordan and lowered his voice, "-project. I know you want to finish your date but this is… you know."
Tim held in a laugh at how Kon's eyes were sparkling. He was clearly enjoying this too much. "Of course, I'll come right away. Jordan, I sincerely apologize but-"
"No, it's alright Tim. We'll reschedule, I understand."
Tim patting himself for a pen and Kon produced one from somewhere along with a sticky note. "Order whatever you want, I'll pay-"
"Um, Mr. Wayne sir, we don't take… IOUs…" the Matre ‘D said but Tim shoved it into his hand. "My phone number is on there too, I'll pay for whatever her bill is. Excuse me-"
"Sir-!" The Matre ‘D tried to say but Tim was already rushing out of the restaurant with Kon, apologizing to Jordan as he did.
As soon as they made it out of Eduardo's, Kon was giggling. They turned the corner into an alley and Tim slipped off his jacket. "Thank you." He laid his back against the brick and began scratching it against there, not caring what dirt that got on his stupid expensive shirt, sighing as he felt the old feathers begin to losen. He shot an accusing glance at Kon who was grinning stupidly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Kon was clearly amused. "Moulting, huh?"
"Apparently." Tim grit out as he tried to rub his back a little harder, trying to knock loose some of the feathers. One was sticking him painfully just on the underside of his wings.
"Here," Kon immediately pulled Tim into his arms and took off. Tim didn't hear the boom when they reached high enough in the air but he was sure there was one.
Tim yelped as Kon's TTK pressed against his wings uncomfortably, but within less than a minute they were in Lois and Clark's apartment.
Tim wanted to ask Kon how living with them and Jon was going but he was more distracted by his wings. As soon as Tim touched ground, he ripped off his shirt, buttons flying. Tim looked around for some type of back scratcher or something when he felt Kon's TTK begin ruffling through his feathers, scratching like nails on his skin but soft through the pinfeathers.
Jon's mouth dropped open. "Tim has wings!" He shouted, jumping up from the couch as Tim sagged slightly under the TTK. That felt good.
"Mm, a little to the right-yeah right there." He hummed, going a little weak at the knees because of the relief.
Tim stretched his wings, shaking them slightly and old feathers fell to the floor. Jon gasped as he bent down to pick them up.
"Wow! What happened?" He asked.
"Thanks for now, Kon." Tim said, pushing himself out of Conner's grasp.
"Tim's cursed for-" he turned to Tim, "how long?"
"A month." Tim grumbled.
"To have wings. But why are you… shedding?"
"Moulting. Birds do it to grow in new feathers and get rid of old ones." Tim corrected. "And according to the ornithologist I went to-"
"Bird scientist." Kon whispered to Jon who nodded sagely.
"-this month is moulting time for North American robins."
"Don't robins have red feathers though?" Jon asked, twirling one of Tim's between his fingers.
"Adults and only during mating season. Most of the rest of the year they're spotted." Tim said. "God, I'm starving, you guys have anything to eat?"
"We were just about to order pizza when you texted." Kon said, closing the window behind him. Tim folded his shirt in his hands and bent down to pick up the rest of his feathers from the floor. "Lois and Clark are in Hub this weekend."
"Can you fly?" Jon asked, skipping behind Tim as he went to go sit on the couch. "Do you have any other bird characteristics? If I pull out one of your feathers does it hurt like when you pull out a nose hair or when you break a bone? Not that I would know because I've never broken a bone but Damian says it hurts so-"
"Hey Squirt! What do you want on your pizza? Tim's treat!"
Tim raised an eyebrow at Kon, who sat in the kitchen, leaning against a countertop. The phone against his ear. "Pepperoni and barbeque chicken!" Jon chirped beside Tim.
"My treat?"
"Well, I did just save you in a rather spectacular display of acting, if I do say so myself. I say I deserve payment for my performance. Be lucky I only demand pizza."
"And ice cream!" Jon added.
"And ice cream."
Tim rolled his eyes and dug out his wallet. "Fine. But we get Hawaiian."
Kon glared at him and was probably about to say something about it when the pizza place picked up. "-Yes hello, I'd like to order two large pizzas…One double cheese with mushrooms and the other pepperoni and barbeque chicken." Tim walked over to give Kon his credit card. "Yes, I'm sure I don't want anything else-" Tim punched his arm and Kon laughed, floating out of his reach. "Yes, I've got the credit card right here- Ow! Fine. Three large pizzas, make the third Hawaiian, you freak." The last bit was directed at Tim who made a rude gesture at him and Kon laughed again.
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Jon fell asleep around ten, ice cream sundae half eaten. He snored, face lying on Kon's thigh. Kon's fingers scratched through Tim's feathers as they watched Wendy. Kon had been slowly introducing it to Jon, well the more PG13 aspects, and Jon was just as obsessed as his older brother.
"Right there." Tim said, and Kon's TTK dug into his wings, pulling out the old feather. Kon put it in the small pile accumulating on the table. "Jeez, how much can you shed?"
"Moult." Tim corrected. "And apparently moulting season is about five weeks for robins. I'll have a little bit every day or so."
"I guess that means no more dates with… what's her name?"
"Jordan." Tim mumbled relaxing as the TTK spread out over his shoulders, massaging them some. "Yeah, I guess not. It's really unfortunate. I really liked this one."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and Eduardo's is like, a three week wait. Even for Waynes." Tim said as he ripped off the crust of his pizza. Kon took it from him and munched on it as Tim ate the rest of it.
"Aw, are you sad because you didn't get a candlelit dinner?" Kon teased.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Yeah well, it's not like I get to relax like that often."
"Ew!" Kon jumped and glanced down at Jon who was drooling onto his pants. Kon poked him hard. "Okay, Jonno. Time for bed."
"No…" Jon whined as his eyes blinked open. "I'm awake! I'm awake!."
"Nope. Come on, I already let you stay up an hour later than Lois does. Brush your teeth and get under the covers. I'm gonna come check in a moment."
Jon whined about it but he sulked off to the bathroom anyway. Kon paused the TV and began cleaning up.
"Hey you want to stay the night? Lois and Clark won't mind." Kon asked as he shoved the empty pizza boxes in the garbage.
"Yeah, I think so," Tim said, toying with his phone.
"What were you even going to do with Jody-?"
"Jordan."
"-Like, you've got wings, dude."
"I wasn't planning on taking off my shirt, dude." Tim said, placing lids back on their containers of half melted ice cream. "It was the first date."
Kon snorted. "Sure you weren't."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Is a nice dinner and a goodnight kiss not enough for you?"
"Sure, but only if I get a walk in the park with it."
Tim stood and walked into the kitchen, tubs of ice cream in each hand. He put them in the freezer. "You're such an ass."
"And you're such a romantic."
"So?" Tim asked. He leaned against the fridge as he watched Kon wrap the stray pieces of pizza in tin foil and put them away for leftovers. "What's wrong with that? I never get anything nice and fairy-tale-like in my real life."
"Being cursed with magic wings isn't fairy-tale-like enough for you?"
Tim rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant. Sometimes it’s just nice to be pampered, you know?"
Kon made a face that Tim couldn't read and shook his head. "I'm going to check on Jon. You can borrow my pajamas. You know where they are. Feel free to shower and stuff if you want."
Tim decided to take a shower. The day had been long, and his feathers felt a little grimy. After a thorough shower and a dry towel (a clump of pin-feathers stuck to the towel as he dried his back, but that seemed to be all of the moulting he had left for the day), he borrowed a pair of Kon’s pajama pants, deciding not to wear a shirt because of the wings and headed back out into the living room.
Kon had a stupid smile on his face. Tim frowned. “What...?” He asked suspiciously.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Tim raised an eyebrow. Kon held out a hand. Tim laughed at him but took it, and Kon flew back out the window and up to the roof. And yeah, the cheesiness made Tim laugh but nothing could have possibly prepared him for what he saw on the roof.
Small electric tea-lights speckled the roof, surrounding a blanket on which soder-floats in wine glasses had been settled.
“What…?” Tim was giggling uncontrollably now. “What is this?”
“Well, you said that you missed having candlelit dinners and relaxing and stuff. I figured, well we already ate dinner but there’s always room for ice cream. And we didn’t have any candles but Clark and Lois had-”
“Oh, Conner you’re such a dork.” Tim laughed, clutching his belly.
Kon grinned at him. “So you like it?”
Tim fell onto the blanket. He looked up at the sky and then rolled over, careful not to upset his drink. “Conner, this is the nicest but dorkiest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Kon sat next to him, petting his pinfeathers gently. Tim raised an eyebrow at him. “They’re so soft.” Kon said defensively.
Tim snorted. “I think I’m done shedding-”
“Moulting.” Kon corrected with an easy smile.
“-yes, for today. Thank you for everything you did for me tonight.”
“Of course.” Kon said softly. “It’s what bros do. Plus it was fun.”
“Yeah, I guess it was, in a way.” Tim shrugged, sitting up. He and Kon were so close. The electric candlelight flickered shadows across Kon’s face. And maybe it was how late it was, or that Tim was missing out on his date with Jordan, but he bent over and pressed his lips to Kon’s.
And Kon didn’t kiss back. Tim pulled away, startled and flushed. He’d thought-Had he read Kon wrong? Had-?
“Candlelit dinner and a goodnight kiss, huh?” Conner breathed.
Tim blinked.
“Your version of a first date sucks.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I'd much rather another kiss than a walk in the park,” Kon pulled Tim closer, “but your shirt’s already off, so really, who's version does that make this?” Kon waggled his eyebrows.
Tim rolled his eyes and pushed Kon away, pelting an electric candle at him. He held in a laugh as he said back: “You’re such an ass,” and in return, Kon kissed him again.
#diana writes#diana writes timkon#timkonweek#timkon#timkon week#timkon week 2019#timkon week: day 4#two bros sitting in the candlelight
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TimKon week Day 1 – Bed sharing
So at least one line in this thing is something my fiancé actually said to be after helping out at the Medieval Festival this month. You can guess which line.
“I didn’t think you would go to bed without me. I know bats are normally nocturnal.”
Tim stirs from his light sleep to Kon pressing against him as he gets into the bed.
“Signal died, figured I’d take a nap while waiting for it to get back up,” Tim explains, rolling over to cuddle with his boyfriend. Because he came out here even with its crap reception for Kon and deserves to enjoy it. Instead of burying his nose into Kon’s chest like he wants to he instead curls it.
“You smell like hessian, hay, and cow.”
“Yeah? I’ve been working,” Kon says and Tim accepts the fact that he’s going to be awake now. Not merely able to just roll over and fall back asleep in the arms of his boyfriend.
“You stink.”
“Tim you’ve smelt of sewer before. This cannot be as bad as that.”
“I never went to bed smelling like it though.” Tim always made sure to take a very thorough shower whenever he got covered by something particularly gross as Robin. “Go take a shower.”
“Too tired,” Kon says with an exaggerated yawn. “Right now I want to just climb into bed and cuddle with my favourite person.”
“You’re not getting in here while you smell like that.”
“Tim it’s my bed,” Kon says, looking at him dryly. “You don’t get to make the rules in my bed.”
Tim gives his own dry look in response. Which is thankfully all he needs to successfully communicate how much they should both know that is a lie.
“God you’re being such a city kid right now,” Kon says, running his hand though his hair like Tim’s the exasperating one in the situation.
“Kon, I’m from Gotham. I am a city kid.” Tim had never really made claims otherwise. And while he was fine visiting Smallville he certainly couldn’t live there and still doesn’t fully understand how Kon does.
“I know,” Kon says, lightly wrapping his arms around Tim. And Tim doesn’t know why he lets him do it because he smells. Except he totally does, because the whole point of visiting was to be able to spend more time with Kon and not have to worry about Bruce randomly deciding to impose a 30cm rule.
“You still need to take a shower,” Tim says and he can feel Kon pouting as he rests his head on Tim’s shoulder.
“In the morning,” Kon says as he tightens his hug to a firm one.
“How are you not itchy?” Hessian fibres do tend to cling and irritate.
“You get used to it.”
“You’re still taking a shower.” Tim doesn’t particularly want the fibres on him.
“Or I can cuddle with you,” Kon says, gently pulling Tim down back to the bed. Wrapping his limbs around Tim as if to hold him down.
“I should check if the signal is back up.” The nap more than Tim really needed to replenish his energy. And he did have work to get done even on his ‘holiday’ to the Kent’s.
“How about we cuddle first then shower and do whatever Bat-work you have?”
Tim really shouldn’t agree but the whole point of coming was to get to cuddle Kon.
“Promise we’ll get up after 10 minutes?”
“Sure,” Kon says with another yawn. “You gonna’ cuddle now?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
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College AU: Someone Still Loves You
Kon really wasn’t surprised when Tim sat down in the same clothes as the day before, but what was a little off putting was the shoe print on his sleeve and the leaves in his hair.
“Don’t.” Tim snapped as he flopped into his chair and crossing his arms. He didn’t even have his backpack. He reached over and snatched the piece of paper off of Kon’s desk and the dull pencil out of his hand.
“I sooo don’t have enough stuff to share,” Kon said, raising a brow.
“Just let me write the notes, I have better hand writing,” Tim sighed, glaring at the end of the pencil where the eraser was non-existent. “How is it that you can do bullshit like this but I’m the mess?”
“Because I genuinely don’t care and you pretend you don’t care but actually care too much,” Kon said, raising a brow. And really, he didn’t care, as long as he graduated. If he kept his grades decent he could stay at school and didn’t have to move home and that was the whole reason he went away to college.
Tim turned his glare to his friend.
“If I had gotten more sleep, I’d say something equally as painful and true back to you, but I don’t have the brain capacity,” Tim said with a raised brow.
“What happened last night?” Kon asked, though he was sure he at least knew it had to do with-
“My dumbass roommate brought a girl home last night,” Tim said. “And of course I didn’t know that before I went to get a cup of coffee so I could hammer out my paper, left my laptop, backpack, everything but five bucks in cash in the dorm. I slept in the hallway, got stepped on this morning. I didn’t have my key so I couldn’t get into the dorm even though he went to class already, and then I was walking to class and tripped and fell in the shrub outside.”
Kon blinked a few times.
“You know you can come bunk with me and Bart if you get kicked out of your room,” Kon said, and Tim sighed. “Like, we’ve got that chair that’s pretty comfy. Remember, you slept in it after freshman orientation.”
Tim remembered. He also remembered throwing up in the trashcan beside it. College was an experience.
“Well based on the sounds I could hear, I think she’ll be back tonight so maybe I will,” Tim nodded. Kon reached over and pulled a leaf out of Tim’s hair as the professor walked in.
*****
Tim had managed to at least grab his laptop and backpack out of his room before there was a girl at their door and his roommate asked if he could take a walk or something.
Of course.
Tim grabbed his beanie and skateboard and headed out. Kon’s dorm was on the other side of campus, in the slightly nicer, newer building. He and Bart had a kitchen and a bathroom to themselves, which was so much better than the communal bathrooms that Tim got stuck in.
The wind whipped a few hairs around his face as he let his board carry him down the sidewalk, and he crouched to get a bit more speed as he rounded a corner and started towards the stairs. He gripped his board as he jumped and slid down the rail, which was so much better than last time he had tried and missed and fell the six steps down.
That resulted in a fractured wrist and a hot pink cast.
He finally got to their dorm and shot Kon a text so he could be let in. The student who usually buzzed people in during the day was gone, since it was so late.
It took a few minutes, but soon he saw Kon walking towards the glass doors, looking as hot as Tim has ever seen him.
Tim had harbored a small crush on Kon for three years, but had mostly ignored it because they became such good friends freshman year. Tim had been skating as fast as he could for orientation because he was running late, and ended up colliding with Bart and Kon, who were running because they were also late. From there they stuck together all day, went to the parties together, even roomed in one of the big, seven person dorms last year.
But none of them got good assignments that year, so Tim was suck with a prick who liked women far too much.
“Hey,” Kon said as he opened the door with a smile. “Get kicked out again?”
“Yeah,” Tim nodded, picking up his board. “Mind an extra roommate?”
“Nah, come on,” Kon nodded his head towards the inside of the building, and Tim followed. Kon was wearing a charcoal t-shirt and light, ripped up jeans that were rolled up his calved, and a red and black flannel tied around his waist. He even had his silver cross necklace and a leather bracelet. He looked like he walked out of a teen magazine.
Meanwhile, Tim was wearing a dark red hoodie and a black t-shirt with his black jeans and maroon beanie, all of which screamed ‘fuck off’.
“So who was it this time?” Kon asked as they headed up the stairs.
“The screamer from the third floor,” Tim rolled his eyes. “Not the one from last night, that was the girl who kept calling him Daddy. I think she was from the sorority house.”
“I don’t think I could live in that room,” Kon said, wrinkling his nose, which brought out his few freckles. “I mean, who knows what they do and where they do it.”
“Yeah, I’m not a big fan of it either,” Tim said as they got to the third floor and headed down the hall.
“Bart’s at a study group at the library and then he’s going for his evening run,” Kon explained as he opened his door and let Tim in. “So it’s just the two of us.”
“Okay,” Tim shrugged, leaning his board against the wall by the door and kicking his shoes off. “You want to go over the homework for class?”
“Not really,” Kon scrunched up his face again as he flopped onto his bed. Tim smiled at him as he took off his backpack and set it beside the armchair. It was a really ugly green color, but it was better than a floor.
“Well what would you like to do?” Tim asked, sitting down himself.
“Rematch?” Kon asked, grabbing his X-box controller off of his dresser. Tim laughed, reaching for the one on Bart’s bed.
“You’re on.”
*****
The two of them had played games for a few hours, Tim still coming out victorious because he was usually better at the strategy games while Kon was better at the racing games.
“Let’s do something I can beat you at,” Kon said, setting his controller aside.
“I’m really not up for a racing game,” Tim shook his head. He and Bart had decided to power through every race on Mario Kart in one go last Saturday, and that was probably not a good idea because he had vivid dreams of driving on every version of Rainbow Road.
“It’s been a while since we played poker,” Kon said, going to grab the deck of cards off of his messy desk.
“Okay,” Tim nodded, patting down his pockets for his wallet. They were empty. “Wait, shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Kon asked, furrowing his brows as he unwrapped the rubber band around the cards.
“I don’t have my wallet,” Tim said, opening his backpack and digging through it just in case, but he came up empty.
“We don’t have to play for money this time,” Kon shrugged. “We’ve got like four kinds of gold fish we could use as chips.”
“I might still have my uno cards in here,” Tim said, digging through his bag again. He wasn’t keen on using food as currency because they always forgot what was what, and one of the three of them always started eating their pile without realizing it. Usually Bart.
“Or we could use something else,” Kon said, and Tim turned at that tone. Kon usually only used that tone when he had a bad idea. Tim raised a brow at him. “We could play strip poker.”
“Strip poker?” Tim asked, his face heating up at the thought. “Um.”
“No, that was stupid, forget I suggested it-“
“No,” Tim said, and Kon’s eyes widened, “No, I-I mean, strip poker is fine. Just unexpected is all.”
“O-okay,” Kon nodded, sitting down on the floor by his bed, shuffling the cards in his hands. Tim sat down, leaning back against Bart’s bed. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Tim nodded, picking up the cards he was dealt.
The first hand he took, which was kind of really exciting except Kon took off his bracelet. But the second hand was also his, and Kon took off his necklace, meaning he only had actual clothes left.
But then Tim lost a hand and unzipped his hoodie, tossing it in the direction of his backpack.
“Well played,” Kon said, throwing him a wink.
Hands kept getting played, and it was Kon’s flannel, then Tim’s socks and jeans, then Kon’s shirt. They were both getting down to the bare minimum, quite literally. Tim could see the band from Kon’s underwear sticking out of his jeans, and he felt really self-conscious in his boxers and t-shirt.
Especially after seeing Kon’s abs and arms. Those alone made him hot.
“Full house,” Kon said, setting his cards down, and Tim scowled because he couldn’t beat that.
“Dammit,” He said. He really didn’t want to take his shirt off because he was pale and awkward, but obviously he didn’t want to take off his boxers-
“You’re forgetting something,” Kon said with a chuckle.
“What am I forgetting?” Tim asked, raising a brow. Kon crawled forward, and Tim got a whiff of his cologne and a closer look at his pecs which was, just, wow. Then Kon was reaching up and sliding the beanie on his head back until Tim could feel it moving through his hair.
“Your hat,” Kon said softly, eyes falling to meet Tim’s, hand still holding the hat against the back of his head.
“Oh,” Tim mumbled, and he glanced at Kon’s lips.
And oh God, Kon was leaning closer.
“Sorry I’m late.”
The two turned to see Bart standing in the open doorway, key still in the door and staring at them, wide-eyes.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” He sputtered, glancing between the two of them. “Uh, I forgot my key at the library, be back in like ten minutes. Or like, 20. I’ll knock when I get back.”
Bart pulled his key out of the door, seeming to realize he just gave the worst excuse to leave but ran off anyways, letting the door shut with a loud ‘thud.’
Kon sat back first, resting his hands on his thighs as he struggled to not laugh. Tim covered his face as it burned, realizing that Kon still had his hat in his hand.
“Well, I think we’ll have some questions to answer in 20 or so minutes,” Kon laughed, and Tim kicked a foot out at him.
“So not funny,” Tim argued, and Kon scooted over to sit beside him, moving his hands out of the way.
“No, hey,” Kon said, grasping one of his hands. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you.”
“So, uh, this is the part where we talk now, right?” Tim asked.
“Tim, I’ve had a huge crush on you for like, forever,” Kon said, squeezing his hand. “Sorry I suggested strip poker, that was probably a real dick move.”
“No, no,” Tim shook his head. “I have a crush on you too.”
“Really?” Kon asked, sitting up straighter.
“Yeah,” Tim nodded with a smile. “I just didn’t want to tell you because you’re my best friend and-“
Kon leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
“I know,” Kon nodded. “Me too.”
“No, do that again,” Tim said, bringing his free hand up to cradle Kon’s chin as he leaned in for another kiss, this one slower and longer and softer and hotter.
“We’ve got like 18 minutes,” Kon said, and Tim laughed as he leaned in again.
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TimKon Week III - Power Swap
It all started, of course, with Klarion the Witch Boy. Because, really, anytime they had to deal with insane magic mumbo jumbo, Klarion was usually the responsible party.
Usually. Occasionally, it was Raven, possessed by her demonic half for the umptienth time. Or Circe, who decided she wanted to troll Wonder Woman's protege instead of Wonder Woman herself. Or, occasionally, Bedlam somehow acquiring yet another magical artificial to use against them.
On one notable incident, Johnny Warlock had made a return from… Wherever he'd been hiding, really, just to troll them.
Which, honestly, seemed to be the common trait with magic wielding villains, Tim concluded. Most of them were just goddamn trolls. Just ask Superman and his recurring problem with Mister Mxyzptkl.
Young Justice had been called forth to deal with Klarion, because, as usual, Klarion was causing problems. Not that they were doing much good, really. Cassie and Keli kept flying back and forth trying to get the animals back to their cages whilst Tim, Jinny and Bart were cordoning off civilians. Tim wasn't entirely sure where Amaya had run off too, but she was around here somewhere.
Conner was currently... Attempting negotiations.
High above the rest of the ruckus, Conner floated next to Klarion, who was sitting criss cross applesauce upon… Nothing, really, with his arms crossed and his head tossed the side, stubbornness screaming from his posture.
"Klarion, buddy, you have to turn them back," Conner told the super powered toddler.
Klarion pouted.
"But I don't wanna! They're so cool!" Klarion insisted.
Leave it to Klarion to give half the zoo animal wings and unleash them on the city. Because that's just what Tim's day needed when he had to prep for midterms. Flying lions chasing flying monkeys while flying hyenas kept floating about everywhere cackling like mad.
"I promise I'll play a game with you if you stop," Conner bargained.
Tim wasn't sure when Conner ended up their go to talk to the kid guy, but that's just how things had turned out. Bart used to be their guy for that, but, well…
Everytime they designated the task to him he'd end up getting roped into whatever shenanigans were occurring at the time and make the issue twelve times worse, on average.
Klarion eyed Conner suspiciously.
"I don't believe you," Klarion sniffed.
This time, it was Conner who pouted. Tim was dating a five year old.
(Well… Chronologically speaking, if you get technical)
"Ah, come on kid, when have I ever lied to you?"
Indeed, Tim's fiancé had played with Klarion on numerous occasions. Tim knew for a fact Conner wanted children. Conner had made it clear on several occasions.
Tim was surprised that the property Conner had in Hawaii wasn't already filled with kids Conner had found, actually. Conner didn't exactly use it much, but he did own land there.
(Tim was still wondering how in the hell a one year old, by legal definition, had managed to buy a plot of land complete with several dozen cabins, but that was Conner for you.)
Klarion considered Conner's words before a wide smile splayed across his lips.
"Okay! I'll stop playing with the pretty animals! I'll play with you instead!"
That, honestly, should have been their first warning. The next thing Tim knew, Klarion was cackling, clapping his hands while smiling widely.
Then, there was a bright flash of blinding light. Wincing, Tim couldn't help but look away.
When the light cleared, the animals had all been shifted back and transferred to their cages, and Conner hollered, rubbing at his eyes while Klarion, the little shit, chortled.
"Yay! Kon is gonna play!" Klarion giggled.
Conner rubbed at his eyes before squinting at the Witch Boy. "Of course I am. What do you wanna do, little guy?"
Klarion giggled some more.
"Silly Kon. We're already playing, and you're the plaything!"
Conner wasn't alone in shooting the Witch Boy an alarmed look. Before any of them could respond, Klarion vanished in a flurry of light.
O… Kay? Nothing seemed different, so maybe Klarion had just been bluffing?
The rest is on Ao3 :p (since my read mores only half work cause Tumblr doesn't like me for some reason)
#timkon week#timkon week 2019#conner kent#kon el#superboy#tim drake#red robin#robin#young just us#klarion the witch boy#power swap#timkon#kontim#superobin
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Day until TimKon week
With a day (in my timezone) to go until TimKon week official starts I have created the AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/TimKonweek2019
Remember to tag entries on tumblr with “TimKon week” and “TimKon week 2019” so we can reblog; on twitter use the hashtag #TimKonweek
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TimKon Week
Day 1: Fantasy AU
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/TimKonweek2019/works/20026267
Title: The Witch Boy and the Holy Knight
Rating: Teen and Up Audience Warning: none
Characters and Pairing: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent (mentioned)
Summary: Kon is a Holy Knight, specialised in hunting witches and monsters. He encounters Red Robin, a wanted witch boy, dead or alive.
Words: 1180
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy AU, witches and knights
#timkon#timkon week#timkon week 2019#tim drake#red robin#tim#superboy#kon el#kon#connor kent#conner#dc#fanfiction#fanfic
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Just My Luck It’s You
TimKon, Soulmates AU, Fluff, Bit of Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Oblivious Kon, Injured Tim.
Summary: One night as Kon was dosing off to sleep it suddenly feels like he's been suckered punch and left breathless. As he gasps for air he knows something big has just happened to Tim, his very human soulmate, and knows he needs to go and find him no matter what.
Enjoy! :D
Kon scowls at his wrist as he walks into the kitchen of the Tower. Cassie was already in there sat at the island reading a book. Kon goes over there and slumps down in the empty seat next to her while saying, “Whoever my soulmate is, I hate them.”
He glares at his aching wrist in annoyance. It had been hurting since last night. He had been writing his essay for his science class when a sudden sharp pain erupted in his wrist. He held it tightly to his chest and breathed through the pain, he knew instantly that something had happened to his soul mate because writing an essay couldn’t cause that much pain. From then it had been throbbing all night and now all morning, it’s like his soulmate had just broken their wrist or something.
His soulmate, whomever that may be, was either accident prone or just very, very unlucky because it’s like every week Kon is feeling some sort of bruise or even a broken bone. It’s annoying! He’s supposed to be invulnerable, barely able to be injured or hurt and here he was every week in pain because of his (assumingly) very human soulmate.
“What’s wrong now?” Cassie asks turning a page of her book. She sounded exasperated and Kon has the feeling that she only asked the question just to humour him.
Ignoring that feeling he rubs his wrist to try and ease the pain in it. “I think they broke their wrist last night. My right one is really causing me some grief.”
Next to him Cassie freezes. He gives her a quizzical look. “What?”
She says nothing as she places her bookmark inside of the book before turning to him with a calculating look. “You still don’t know who they are yet, do you?”
“Uh, no, why?” He raises his eyebrow at her.
She doesn’t answer him, instead she digs through her pocket and brings out her phone. She goes on it, jabs at the screen a few times and places it down in the space between them.
“Uh Cass what are you-”
“Shush,” she holds up a finger at him, “I have a theory and I want to see if I’m right.”
Kon goes to ask her what she’s on about when Tim’s voice is suddenly coming from the phone in front of them.
“Cassie? What’s wrong? We only spoke a couple hours ago, what’s happened?”
Cassie pointedly ignores the look Kon shoots her. “Everything’s fine Tim, stop your worrying. I’m here with Kon now actually, tell him what happened to you last night.”
There’s a pause between them for a moment until Tim responds sounding just as confused as Kon was feeling. “Uh okay, but why?”
“Just do it.” She snaps at him.
“Uh hey Kon.”
“Hey man.” Kon replies, he shoots Cassie a strange look for her behaviour before focusing on the phone again, “What’s up? What happened last night?”
“Look I don’t know why Cassie seems to be making a big deal of it, but I broke my right wrist last night. I landed badly from a jump, it was a stupid amateur mistake that’s all. I’m fine, just give me a few weeks and I’ll be back to normal.”
“Just take it easy then dude, take the chance to do some R and R.”
Tim snorts, “I’m sorry but don’t you know who I am? Of course I’m not going to take it easy.”
Kon could easily hear the smile in his voice and is unable to stop himself from cracking a grin himself. “Yeah I know. At least I tried.”
“Yeah sure, anyway I gotta go, Alfred’s calling for dinner. I’ll see you the weekend!”
“See you later man.”
The phone switches off and Kon turns back to Cassie. “Okay, so the point in that was… why are you looking at me like that?”
Cassie was glaring at him with narrowed and lips pressed into a firm line. It made Kon want to recoil, it’s almost like he’s about to be told off for something.
She throws out her hands in disbelief, “Are you being serious!”
Kon shrugs helplessly, having no clue to what she was on about. Cassie let’s out a hard sigh and rubs her hand over her forehead in frustration. “I can’t believe – right. Your wrist, your right wrist, is hurting correct?” At his nod she continues. “Okay so what Tim just tell us about his wrist?”
“That he broke it.” He replies slowly still not getting it.
She makes another frustrated noise and on the table her hands clench tightly, like she’s physically restraining herself from strangling Kon.
“Tim hurts his wrist last night. Coincidentally the same night yours starts hurting. What do you think that means?”
It takes a few moment but it finally clicks inside of his head at what she was hinting at. His eyes immediately widen in shock and surprise at the thought.
“Oh no! No, no, no, no!” He’s shaking both his head and his hands in refusal. “Tim is not my soulmate. That’s not – that’s not possible.”
“Isn’t it?” She challenges. “I had a feeling that you two were soulmates, this kinda confirms it.”
Kon shakes his head again. “No it’s not. It’s not Tim. It can’t be.”
Cassie gives him a look that says he’s being stupid. “Just think about it alright Kon.”
Having had enough of the conversation he gets up off his chair and starts making his way out of the room. As he does so he shouts over his shoulder, “It’s not him!”
“Just think about it!”
He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Tim could be his soulmate. It was plaguing his mind for hours, even days, after Cassie pointed it out to him. He’s been constantly rethinking and replaying the last couple of years, all of the bumps, bruises and broken bones he’s felt over time and how Tim always seemed to be hurt in the same places at the same time.
How had he not realised it before? Soulmates feel one another’s pain, (physical pain, not emotional) it sucks as much as it is awesome. If you know your soulmate then you know when they’re hurt and you know to go and help them. On the other hand if you don’t know them then being in pain and knowing they’re hurting somehow is awful because you can’t help them because you don’t know who they are.
After Cass had pointed it out to him Kon couldn’t unsee it. Any time Tim flinched in pain, got a bruise or a cut Conner could feel it, much more than before. That’s probably because he’s now aware of it.
Kon tries to bring it up to Tim multiple of times but he always ends up backing out at the last second. He doesn’t know why he does but he does. He just can’t bring himself to say anything to the other teen about it.
Thankfully after the wrist incident, nothing happens for a while. Just a few bumps and bruises but nothing major which Kon is thankful for, both for Tim’s sake and his own.
It’s two months after Kon realised that Tim was in fact his soulmate when that something major happens. Kon was in his room at the Tower simply dosing on his bed, happily edging towards sleep when he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. It’s like he had been abruptly sucker punched in the gut and got winded from it. He pushes himself upright into a sitting position and clenches his stomach as pain flares up inside of him. He couldn’t breathe. The pain was almost unbearable, he couldn’t say that he’s ever experienced something like it before. It’s probably worse than being exposed to kryptonite.
Still struggling to get air into his body he fumbles for his communicator. Finding it he presses the emergency button and waits. It feels like it takes forever for the others to get to his room, when they eventually do they burst in and give him a funny look when they don’t immediately find the crisis. Somehow he manages to gasp out that he couldn’t breathe and suddenly they’re moving again.
They help him to sit upright even more and get him calmed down enough to get his breathing under control. Once it feels like he has full function of his lungs once again he thanks them for their help. His stomach was still sore but at least he could breathe now.
After a moment Cassie asks, “Kon, what’s wrong? What was that all about?”
“It’s Tim.” He says almost breathlessly. “Tim’s hurt, really, really, bad.”
Bart looks confused for a moment before he’s quickly brightening up at the realisation. “Oh! You guys are soulmates! That’s so awesome!”
Both Kon and Cassie shoot him a look and he shrinks back in on himself. “Sorry, sorry! But if Tim’s in trouble we need to go and get him.”
Cassie looks between them, “Any ideas where he is?”
Taking a deep breath Kon shakes his head, he winces as his stomach twinges in pain again. “Last I knew he was in Gotham, but that hardly means anything nowadays.”
She nods, like knew that already. She’s then looking at Kon, eyeing him up and down worriedly. “Can you fly?”
Kon takes a moment to assess himself before answering. His stomach still felt like it was on fire, most of it seemed to be near the centre of his stomach and everything around his middle seemed to feel really tender.
“I’m fine.” He answers eventually. He can power through this. Whatever had happened to Tim, he needs to go and find his best friend, beat up the bad guys who had hurt him and then beat some sense or something into Tim for getting badly hurt.
Cassie glares at him as if she doesn’t believe him. Thankfully she lets it go with an eyeroll and says, “Right, let’s go to Gotham and find him.”
Bart and Cassie leave his room and Kon takes a moment to follow. It takes a few seconds for him to be able to stand up, ignore the pain and follow his friends from where they had left. Cassie takes Bart in her arms and together they fly off to Gotham in search for their best friend.
Kon nearly dropped out of the sky a good three times before reaching the dark city. The sudden flare of pain that erupted in his stomach at random times was what made him almost fall, the pain had made him lose concentration because of how much it had hurt.
Once they got to the city Kon automatically hones his super hearing onto Tim’s heartbeat. He guides the others to the west side of the city and down into some dingy, skanky alleyway between a couple of apartment blocks. They touch down just inside of the entrance and Kon gestures them to follow him.
They walk no more than 5 feet before they find a body on the floor behind a dumpster. They all rush forward before abruptly stopping in shock. Tim lies on the floor with one hand clasped tightly over his stomach and his over was weakly grasping at his utility belt across his waist. There was blood all over him and a puddle that’s slowly growing in size just underneath him. His breathing was ragged and the part of his face that wasn’t covered in his masked was contorted in visible pain.
“Tim!”
“Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay, what happened, who hurt you…”
The three of them rush to their fallen friend and fall onto the floor next to him. Cassie and Bart were on one side and Kon was on the other. Kon reaches out and grabs the hand that was weakly grasping at Tim’s belt and holds it in his own, this gets Tim’s attention and the vigilante looks up at him and frowns.
“Kon?” His voice was quiet, weak and raspy. It made Kon’s heart break at hearing it.
He leans forward, “It’s me buddy, I’m right here.”
Tim carries on frowning, as if not believing it was him. “Conner?”
Before Kon could even try and stop him, Tim was trying to sit up. It causes them both to simultaneously hiss in pain at his movement.
Cassie pushes Tim back down. “Don’t move you idiot, we need to get you help. Now what happened?”
There’s a pause between them and for a terrifying moment Kon thought that Tim had passed out but then his friend was making a sound before saying, “I got stabbed.”
His response would be funny if he wasn’t on the verge of dying right now. Cassie obviously doesn’t see the amusing side of it because she rolls her eyes at him, “Really dumb nuts? I hadn’t noticed.” She glances at both Kon and Bart before looking at Tim. “Where do you want us to take you?”
Tim opens his mouth to answer but no noise comes out. That’s when Bart presses forward, his hands covering Tim’s profusely bleeding wound. Tim’s blood was covering Bart’s hand and the sight of it made Kon want to vomit.
“Just take him to the cave,” Bart suggests, “His family can handle it from there.”
Kon shakily nods. That’s a good idea, a sensible idea. When had Bart become the sensible one? He sucks in a sharp breath when Bart presses harder on Tim’s wound, feeling all the pain from it in his own stomach. They really needed to get him help and get it fast.
Kon lets go of Tim’s hand and starts sliding his arms underneath him. Tim makes a sound at the movement and Kon gently shushes him. He looks at the others as he lifts Tim up off the ground. “Come on, we need to get him help.”
Once again Cassie takes Bart in her arms and altogether they head off towards the Batcave.
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Several days later Kon finds himself in Wayne Manor in Tim’s room. His best friend was sat on his bed, his back against the headboard, his torso was wrapped in layers of bandages and he was pouting.
Kon smirks at him in disbelief. “Dude I’m not getting you coffee or your laptop. Alfred’s given you strict bedrest instructions. Working away on your computer defeats the object of that and no way in hell am I going against Alfred, not even for you pal.”
Tim carries on pouting at him, he even crosses his arms over his chest as he does so. The action makes him look like a child and Kon couldn’t help but laugh at him.
After a moment Tim drops the act and shifts on the bed to get comfortable again, however the movement causes his stomach to twinge painfully which causes him to hiss. At the same time Kon feels the pain run through his own body and simultaneously as Tim does, he hisses at the suddenness and sharpness of it.
Kon’s hiss doesn’t go unnoticed by Tim because he catches the funny look his friend sends him. Thankfully Tim doesn’t comment on it as he settles down once again so Kon lets it go. Kon considers him for a moment before asking, “You okay dude?”
Tim swallows before nodding, “Okay as I can be I guess. It’s not my first stab wound, I’ll be back to normal in no time.”
“Yeah I guess.” Kon nods again, because he knows Tim and knows what he’s like. He won’t stop until he’s back to his usual level of fitness.
They fall into easy silence after that. After years of knowing one another and being friends awkward silences have long since passed. However the silence doesn’t last long because Tim cocks his head to the side and stares at him with a look Kon knows all too well. It’s his analytical look, like he’s got a mystery and is trying to solve it kind of look.
Kon raises an eyebrow at him, “What? Why are you looking at me like that.”
The look stays on Tim’s face as he asks, “How did you know that I was hurt? I hadn’t called you or the Titans at the time, yet you got to me first.” He seems to realise what he had said and back tracks on himself, “Don’t get me it’s greatly appreciated and I’m happy that you came, but I’m just wondering how you knew.”
Kon’s not offended by his words, he’s actually amused more than anything because it’s not often that Tim rambles when speaking. It’s a welcomed sight so Kon finds it hard to not be offended by his best friend.
In response he shrugs, “Well, I guess I just heard your heartbeat spike, went to the other and together we investigated. You know how I’m trained onto your heartbeat dude.” He’s trying to play it cool and be nonchalant about the whole thing because he really doesn’t want to step into that territory just yet. He still doesn’t think he’s ready for that.
Unfortunately Tim decides to live up to his ‘detective’ nickname because he carries on looking at Kon like he’s a puzzle to be solved and doesn’t let the matter go. “I feel like it’s more than that Kon. You and I both know that it goes deeper than you just listening to my heartbeat.”
Kon looks away from him, now feeling unsure. Of course he knows that Tim is right. They both know he’s right, that’s the annoying thing about it. He opens his mouth to speak up but nothing comes out, he tries a second time and gets the same results. In the end he shakes his head in defeat and remains silent.
That’s when Tim speaks up, his voice is quiet and understanding. “Conner… I think we’ve both known this for a while and whatever the reason neither of us have bothered to comment on it, but I think we need to address it now. The reason you knew I was hurt is because we’re soulmates.”
Kon turns his head and looks at Tim. His best friend was no longer wearing his analytical look but now was wearing one of understanding, one that read, ‘I'm here, you can talk to me’.
“You knew I was hurt because you felt it too. And when you felt it you came running.”
Kon swallows the lump that’s formed in his throat. “Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” He lets out a disbelieving laugh, “Jesus man, I didn’t know how to bring it up to you. I’ve been trying to for ages but I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything.”
The edges of Tim’s lips quirk up in a small smile, “That’s okay. I felt the same too. Though it’s probably worse on your end, sorry.”
Kon snorts, “Yeah it’s just my luck that it’s you who’s my soulmate, the very human Robin.”
Tim fakes a scowl, “As if that’s my fault. I didn’t choose to be this way. On the other hand I’m happy that you’re mine, means I have to only deal with my pain and hardly any of yours.”
“I feel like this is very one sided right now.”
“That’s because it is.”
They fall silent before both of them are bursting out laughing. Kon feels the weight he’s been carrying over the last few come off his shoulder’s. Tim’s his soulmate and he’s Tim’s and he’s completely fine with that.
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Emotional Impact
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by awhitehead17
After getting in an argument about his reckless behaviour, Tim and Kon take a small break from one another to calm down. In that time, while feeling hurt and emotional, Dick offers Tim some advice and helps him to cope.
A few days later Tim finds himself stood nervously outside Kon's door, unsure on how the conversation they very much need to have will turn out.
Words: 4010, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 5 of TimKon Week 2020, Part 16 of Batfam Bingo 2019
Fandoms: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Robin (Comics), Superboy (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson
Additional Tags: TimKon Week, Day Five, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Arguments, injuries, Emotional tim, Gulity Kon, Kon just worries for Tim, Big Brother Dick Grayson, Hugs, Comfort, Communication, feelings are all over the place, Batfam bingo 2019
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TimKon Week Day 1 - Bed Sharing
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TimKon Week 2019
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by dancingsweetheart129
Works done for TimKon week 2019
Words: 1533, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English
Fandoms: DCU (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent
Additional Tags: TimKon Week, 2019, Fantasy AU, love potions
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