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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Changeling!Tim’s childhood is... actually kinda horrifying, when anyone looks into it.

(CW for forced medical procedures, and abuse in the form of temporary imprisonment. Also, minor self-harm, and… I don’t know what you call “eating something that will make you sick so your parents don’t get mad at you,” but I know it ain’t good.)

Tim had pretty pronounced fangs when he was younger, which his parents were just planning to wait out... until he was fast coming up on 10 and it was clear Tim wasn’t going to lose his teeth. A quick x-ray proved that Tim didn’t have adult teeth to grow in, just the one set he came with, and the fangs were only getting more obvious. His parents found an orthodontist willing to yank the fangs & wire up the rest of Tim’s teeth with braces to force them to look smooth & even as he grew up. (The doctor kept the teeth as a curiosity, and a decade later Damian will track that doctor down to steal them back.)

Something even Tim didn’t realize until he had to undergo a full Justice League-grade medical exam in preparation for becoming Robin, is that the tiny points on his ears aren’t natural. They have no idea what the ears of the baby Jack & Janet received looked like, but Tim’s points are actually mostly scar tissue. (Bruce puts it down as “a cosmetic procedure not dissimilar to ear cropping in canines” and tries not to feel sick.)

(There was also a period where the Drakes did an awful lot of research into cosmetic eye surgeries, but they eventually gave up. Apparently, it was a bigger concern that their son might end up blinded than that his eyes glowed in the dark and/or were the wrong color.)

As I mentioned before, Tim’s parents trim his thorns so that nobody goes to ruffle Tim’s hair and realizes he’s not human. He... actually started doing it himself when he decided to become Robin, because Tim has seen Bruce ruffle Jason & Dick’s hair so many times and didn’t want to hurt Bruce (or experience the absolute agony of having a thorn get caught in Bruce’s gloves and end up ripped out of Tim’s scalp,) as well as not wanting to give away Tim’s own inhuman nature with the single most obvious trait he has. (When the rest of the family find out, they are horrified and insist that Tim stop doing that. Instead of hair-ruffles, Tim gets hair-strokes that go only in one direction, bumping harmlessly over the curved outer edges of his thorns; it’s actually very soothing for both parties. Everyone absolutely uses Tim’s thorns as a stim toy, as long as Tim’s okay with it.)

Tim’s parents also hire an in-house barber to cut Tim’s hair, so they can make sure it’s “properly disposed of.” (Tim’s nightmares always smell faintly of burning hair.)

Tim wears fancy dress gloves to all dinners, because with the uppercrust you never know if someone’s going to bring out the real silverware. (If someone tells him to take off the gloves or Tim’s skin happens to brush up against somebody’s jewelry, Tim just sorta has to... deal. It’s rude to rush out or refuse your hosts, after all.) (Fortunately, Dick and the Titans all prefer reusable plastic silverware. And as soon as any Bat finds out about Tim’s fae nature, Wayne Manor quickly switches to stainless steel.)

It’s nearly impossible to know if a meal was prepared with iodized salt or non-iodized salt until it’s already in Tim’s mouth and the burning-itching discomfort of coming in contact with an anti-fae substance begins. It’s rude not to at least try the food someone offers you, and it’s even ruder to just spit something out, especially out in public. At least Tim doesn’t usually have to fake it when he says he’s not feeling well in order to stop eating. (Tim doesn’t tell the Waynes about this until that medical exam, where he kinda jokes about being allergic to salt and someone’s like, “Wait, how do you eat? Everything has salt in it nowadays.” Alfred rather forlornly puts his sea salt up on the top shelf and buys a jar of iodized table salt on the next grocery run.)

Tim’s blood is immediately identifiable because it has chloroplasts in it. No, he’s not actually a plant; yes, he can perform limited photosynthesis. No, Tim was not aware of this about himself, he’s never been allowed to give blood before, and like??? Sure, he figured out he was a changeling, but that does not immediately translate to, “Oh, I should test my blood for plant cells!”

Tim’s room doesn’t look any different from any other boy his age... except for three nails over the door on the outside. For the iron horseshoe Tim’s parents hang there sometimes, when they don’t want him to bother them or when he’s grounded. (Thankfully, it's been very rare for Tim to actually be trapped in his room, as setting up a salt line on his windowsills has always been... well, he's not sure. A step too far, even for his parents? A step too many to remember and/or perform in the heat of the moment? Something they don’t even realize is necessary, assuming the horseshoe prevents Tim from leaving the room at all rather than simply crossing that one threshold? Tim doesn’t like to think about it. Tim typically stays in his room anyway when he feels the swooping nausea of it hanging over his door, if only so his parents don’t find him missing and decide sealing the windows is something they ought to be doing. Trapped not by any law or binding ritual, but by Tim’s own admittedly rare fear of consequences.) (After Tim is snatched by faerie hunters, Jason and Dick are the ones who search Tim’s house. There’s a moment of silence when they find the horseshoe and realize what the nails are for. “I really hope I don’t have to point this out,” Jason says, in the tone of someone who’s going to do it anyway, “but it’s never a good sign when a kid’s bedroom has a lock on the outside.”)

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 3 months

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Tim's father was ill.

It was something that even a child would have seen: he had started to forget things, stare into space, and suddenly change his mood. Despite his wife's insistence, Jack refused to go to the doctor, saying he was just tired.

It wasn't tiredness: months later, when he finally decided to go to a doctor, the diagnosis was a brain tumour. It's not common among people this young, but it can happen.

His father rebelled against the diagnosis as he had done with all those old professors who didn't believe in his research.

He fought tooth and nail, like a Drake, because there was no way he would give up.

All in vain: he had arrived late.

However, if there was one thing the Drakes had learned from years of archaeological digging and world travel, it was that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of by man.

And his mother had always had a knack for deals. Janet was skilled, the real brains of the couple, and when necessary, she took matters into her own hands.

When her husband was dying, she did just that: she took matters into her own hands and decided to do the impossible.

She decided to make a pact with a fae. In a world where Amazons, demigods, aliens, and whatnot saved the world regularly, a deal with a magical being was also pretty par for the course.

His mother got a great deal, getting the most while giving up the least.

Jack would live, recover completely, and live to a ripe old age. The price was minimal: Tim.

Thus it was that at nine years old Tim found himself serving as a servant in the Unseelie Court, uncertain how much time had passed since he had been sold by his mother.

(“You will stay with them for a short time,” she told him before they took him away.

“Until you come of age, then you will come back with us. You are doing a lot for us, Timothy.”)

Tim didn't know how much time had passed, but he was still nine years old, and the fae didn't seem willing to let him go anytime soon. He was almost resigned to his fate, when one day, someone new was brought to the Unseelie Queen: Bruce Wayne. Batman was there.

And if Batman was there, Tim had some chance of escaping. It was a risky gamble, and there was no certainty that the plan would work. But what else did he have to lose? His life? That had already been sold.

(Bruce had just lost Jason, had fallen into a trap and was now risking a marriage to a magical being. He had to escape before the wedding was celebrated, or he will be stuck there forever. His only ally is a painfully young child who shouldn't be there. Bruce will be damned if he lets another child die because of him.)

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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So with Fae!Dick, we all know that Bruce is just… not gonna say anything bc of his own mental health, but do you think the other batkids notice anything once they come along?

On one hand, I think someone would have to notice. If not Jason, then Tim, Steph, Barbara, or Damian bc, well, they’re BATS. They literally have been trained to notice things.

On the other hand, though, I think it would be HILARIOUS if they just attributed Dick’s Fae nature to him just being weird. Like, completely unaware he isn’t human. Maybe not entirely realistic but I think it leaves for some interesting comedic moments 😅

Honestly at one point I think it all devolves into plausible deniability. 😭😂

Jason is the first to notice something amiss, obviously. But he joins Bruce in pretending it‘s just Dick‘s general weirdness. After all, as long as the dog just howls once in a while it’s not necessarily a wolf, right? And Dick, after the initial hang up and trying to kill him a little, is sweet as a summer‘s day to him and viciously protective to boot. Galas and all the rich people there that used to treat Jason like a circus animal aren’t a problem anymore because Dick always swoops in like a bat out of hell and distracts the creepy old ladies with a charming smile until they walk away with vacant eyes. It‘s all pretty funny. And very weird. But hey, Jason gets a laugh out of it and that secretive little grin from Dick so whatever.

Tim I headcanon has Dick all figured out within a month of officially meeting him (the opposite of this would be Tim never figuring it out which is also kinda funny and just attributing it to his circus past or something) and is veeery cautious about interacting with Dick for a time. It makes Dick kind of sad and Tim can only withstand the puppy eyes so long until he caves.

Steph just kinda shrugs and accepts Dick‘s strangeness at face value. It ain’t hurting her so why should she bother? Dick is cool. She likes Dick. End of story, thank you and good day. And yeah, fine, some of his habits are downright weird and everything but who is she to judge? And he‘s always down to cause mischief with her which is?? Super cool???? Even the more devious pranks she can bribe him into joining by handing him a jar of fresh honey or hand picked fruit!! Anybody trying to say shit about Dick lands them on her hit list, period.

Cass is Cass. Nobody can fool her. She may not know what Dick is, but she‘s painfully aware he‘s other. Most wildlife treats him like bees would their queen, there‘s always the scent of pines and rain following him. Dick‘s body language says ‘playful-content-happy’ but his eyes say ‘dark-dangerous-predator’. It’s all very conflicting; a study of contradictions. Cass learns to go by what his body language says and quickly finds a kindred spirit in Dick, who somehow always seems to know exactly what she tries to express but has trouble translating into words.

I headcanon Damian grew up with folklore so while his first theory may not be “fae” he definitely has Dick down as something other than human. Which means he must be powerful. Which means Damian must keep himself in Dick’s good graces in the hopes of making the creature teach him how to be powerful in turn. And, well, the kid grew up with a grandad that regularly takes dips in a magical swimming pool. I don’t think there’s much that can genuinely shock him lol.

Duke is… well, he’s the sensible one so of course he’s the first one to actually ask questions. And then proceeds to go nearly insane because??? Nobody seems to?? Care???? That Dick just rotated his head a full 360°???? Or that the manor sure af isn’t supposed to??? Randomly add hallways???? Or that there’s a whole ass SWAMP that appeared in the basement overnight???? Or a door that leads straight into the forest?????? Duke very nearly nopes the hell out because that’s too much even for him. But finally, finally someone takes pity on him (I headcanon it’s Cass) and she doesn’t explain anything per se, she just kind of… shows Duke. Shows him around the manor, introduces him to twisting halls and strange rooms, takes him to where Dick is lounging with the rest of the family, purring like a content cat. And Duke still doesn’t understand, not completely, but Dick smiles at him with too many, too sharp teeth and tugs him into the huge cuddle pile and?? Are those feathers on his neck?? No, he must have imagined it. Anyway, Duke thinks he can handle this… strangeness, if it scores him a family like this. It’s Gotham, right? Weirder things happen here on the daily.

Omg this turned into a whole ass essay I’m so sorry 😰😅😭✨

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skydrag0n · 5 months

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Faerie AU :D

*Tim outside the manor with folder of blackmail*

Alfred: “Hello young man do you need something?” *pauses and squints his eyes* “You again.”

Fae!Tim: *giant grin* “Me! Been awhile hasn’t it?”

Fae!Alfred: “132 years as I recall, you don’t usually present so young… Why are you here?” *cautious suspicion*

Fae!Tim: *sigh* “Usually I’m not trying to tell a suicidal father that just lost his son to stop hitting petty criminals too hard and to get therapy. I figured appearing younger would guilt him into listening to me” *shrugs*

Fae!Alfred: *more suspicion* “And when did you start caring about humans?”

Fae!Tim: *another shrug* “Frustration mostly, I have to deal with half dead people on the street”

Fae!Alfred: “Why are you of all creatures healing the injured? Last I recall you were off just running around and causing havoc, you have not been known to have a change of heart in the past”

Fae!Tim: *pouts* “Oh you wound me Alfred, that is the name you’re going by these days correct?

Fae!Alfred: *eyebrow raise* “Correct”

Fae!Tim: “Back to your question, it’s mostly that death has a lot on her plate at the moment, no need to give her more” *waves hand* “She’s dealing with? Jason I think his name was? Waking up in his grave unexpectedly, one of the Al Ghuls took him in. I’m sure he’ll come back in a couple years for revenge, you know I would usually just kill a troublesome human but if Jason comes back to that it’ll cause even more problems for me”

Fae!Alfred: “…Master Jason is back from the dead?”

Fae!Tim: “That is indeed what I said”

Fae!Alfred: *sigh* “You are going to attempt to convince Master Bruce to get therapy because it will cause more issues for you in the future if you kill him?”

Fae!Tim: *grin* “Mhm! and you’re gonna help me!”

Fae!Alfred: “Oh dear gods”

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arrowheadedbitch · 2 months

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Tim: Oph??

Constantine: Don't call her that, I can't have you pissing off a faery, red.

Tim: That's her name, dumbass.

#oaf vs oph #this is about my fic #i introduced a faery named Ophelia #if you didn't know #tim drake #red robin #robin #dragon!tim #john constantine

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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Congrats on 2000 followers homie!! You deserve it! Take this too, it's about 70% of a squirrel skeleton that my cat brought me a few weeks ago.

Also, for your consideration. Everyone in Gothem knows that at least one of the Wyanes isn't human. It's somewhere between a meme and gossip that they are just a little off, surely one of them must not be human. Some people hear Damian be refered to as "Demon Brat" and take it as literal, debating what kind of demon he is. Others see how Dick moves like his bones are made of rubber and insist that he is the non human, likely some kind of mimic or angel from how kind he always seems. Though there is a group who insist he could be nothing but a Succubus, which only fuels the Damian Is A Demon belief more, saying there are two demons in the house.

Some others suggest Jason is a werewolf or Mummy, some say that Cass is a Ghost or possibly a third demon. Anything and everything you can think of is proposed for just about every member of the family because something always seems Off about the family pictures and videos they take but no one can quite say which child isn't correct or when it started.

The family knows these rumors well and Oracle keeps a close eye on them, for they know that one of them is Other, and they can't have the truth leaking. Anyone who gets to close suddenly has their internet go down, or their account hacked, or something else. Something to keep them from The Truth. The Bats protect their own after all, even if they are Other.

When Danny enters the house, he can feel it and knows the rumors are true. Somewhat at least. It isn't his ghost sense that is going off, but something else. Something deep inside him that says, "you are not the only Other here." For the life of him though he can't figure out which one is Other. He doesn't want to drop hints to the wrong person though so he will keep his mouth shut for now. Perhaps they hide for a reason?

The Other in the family can sense Danny as well, and knows it is him who is Other as he is the only new addition to the family. They aren't quite sure how to approach him though. They know just how scary it can be to tell someone you are Other, as so, so few would ever accept them. But They know the family is safe, that they will accept Danny no matter what kind of Other he is.

Tim's butterfly wings flutter softly under the Glamor Spell used to hide them and his long, pointed ears. Perhaps a few pranks would help Danny settle in?

Homie I cannot describe with words how much awe and joy and happy emotions filled my heart reading that last paragraph. Had to set down my phone because the impulse to do hand flapping stims was so strong.

Like genuinely

The build up to it all: fucking perfect.

I so so sososo want to add to this but I also dont want to mess with peoples ideas but fuck it this is my blog we ball.

Danny notices a few things in Wayne manor that are just… off.

The occasional coffee mug, blanket, or book perched far too high on an impossible to reach nook in the buildings architecture.

The strange attitudes shifts of the Wayne’s and their odd rules around the house.

The occasional presence of eyes that he can never see but whenever he sees something move out of the corner of his vision, it’s simply nothing. But Danny swears that he can hear the faintest merry twinkling sound of a bright and happy laugh the moment the presence leaves.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #bones replies #seersnake #faerie!tim Drake #fae!Tim Drake #oh man i love this so much dude im sjsjfjfjnsmnsndjksskjsb aaaaaaaaa <333333

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 10 months

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Save fae-ce

Part 3/3

Summary: Bernard commits treason.

Pt 1 Pt 2

If you had asked Bernard Dowd, one week prior, what he thought he was going to be doing that day… well, he would have answered something along the lines of ‘grieving his best friend’. Because, while Tim Drake wasn’t dead, he was about as good as. After all, he was going to be gone, past a wall that Bernard could barely even get near, much less get past.

He would not have guessed that ‘breaking into the Drake house’ was on the agenda, nor that this was going to be one of the less stressful parts of the day.

But you probably want more context. After all, why break into a house that should be so utterly devoid of anything he cared about?

Well, you would have to go back to just the night before. Tim’s parents were back, bearing gifts that were all taken with ginger, but greedy, hands. The young faerie hugged the new pieces of jewelry to his chest, his eyes gleaming with what might have been tears as he leaned in for another hug from his parents.

And then it was time for dinner.

The air while they ate was… charged, to say the least. Even if Tim’s parents hadn’t been able to sense the boy’s nerves when they had first gotten home, what with the excitement of seeing his parents at least briefly overshadowing his anxiety, they could definitely tell now. Forks and knives clinked against bowls, and everyone was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Tim picked at his food. And Bernard had to give it to him, Tim was a far better actor than he had ever given him credit for. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that his hesitance to eat had only to do with the anxiety radiating off of him in waves, and not that he couldn’t eat without having to suppress a grimace.

Bernard toyed with his own food, chewing more on his lip than on any bite he took. He wondered whether it was torture for Tim to watch them all eat when he couldn’t.

Probably. Tim was nearly out of his rations from the forest, and a kind of gauntness was already starting to hollow his cheeks.

But, finally, Bernard had set down his fork and Tim’s parents seemed to get that this was going somewhere because they put their silverware down as well, and so Tim pushed himself to his feet.

“I – um – have something I need to tell you.”

Bernard shifted awkwardly in his seat. He knew that Tim had asked him to be there, but it had been a while since they’d talked about it, so he might as well give him an out: “Would you like me to go?”

“No,” Tim breathed, practically lunging to catch hold of Bernard’s hand before the boy could even really commit to leaving. His eyes snapped towards those of his friend, and found him looking at him with so much desperation that Bernard couldn’t imagine going at all. “Stay. Please.”

Bernard nodded just slightly, setting his hand atop Tim’s, letting his fingers dig into his sweater if that was what he wanted to do.

Tim smiled, however weakly, and then turned back to his parents. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. His gaze fell away as he reconsidered whether telling them was really what he wanted to do. Bernard had been used as a soundboard for these thoughts many times over the past few weeks, and could almost tell which ones he was thinking just by the expressions on his face.

Maybe it was better to let them all have this one night where they could pretend it was all okay. Maybe it was better to let things end on a high note before Tim disappeared into the night to become one with it. Maybe –.

“We know,” Mr. Drake said, holding up a hand with a placating kind of smile. “And we accept you.”

“You… know?” Tim asked, looking torn between hopeful and confused. Hopeful, because being known and accepted would make things far easier on every side. Confused, because how could they have known?

Sure, Bernard had figured it out on the first day, when Tim had come back from a long trip into the woods, seemingly unable to be sarcastic (for sarcasm hinges on lies, even if it is done for comedic effect), wearing a clothing item that he hadn’t entered with, glowing with a hint of unearthly beauty, evading questions instead of simply lying as he normally would. But Bernard was also around Tim far more, so it was no surprise that he was quick to notice that he was a fae. This was different? How could they have known?

Well, they hadn’t.

“That you two are dating,” Janet clarified. Except it wasn’t much of a clarification at all, because what?

Bernard nearly choked on his own spit.

Tim didn’t seem to be doing much better. Just slightly too sharp fingernails were digging into the fabric of Bernard’s sweater, deep enough that it became concerning. His face was a pretty shade of red, but this was not the time to admire his friend’s slightly enhanced beauty. Mainly because he could feel pinpricks of blood beginning to well under his clothes and, oh yeah, his friend’s parents thought they were dating.

“No, we’re not –.” Tim gave a short puff of laughter, as if the hilarity of the situation had finally caught up to him. “That’s not what I wanted to tell you guys at all.”

Bernard was not focusing on the fact that Tim had cut himself off before saying that they weren’t dating. Because that was a dumb thing to focus on when his friend was trying to tell them all that he was a faerie.

“Uh… so… remember how I used to not believe in the fae?” Tim began, smiling nervously. “Well, it turns out, I ate their food by accident and now I kind of am one. So, like, I believe in them now!”

Jack and Janet Drake’s mouths dropped. In surprise or horror, it was hard to say, because they had yet to make a sound.

Tim filled the silence with a nervous little laugh. “It’s, um, not something that we can just ignore, really. It’s hard to hide, considering…”

He removed his hat, revealing a set of nubby little horns that were, honestly, a little bit cute.

And then he shrugged off his jacket. Bernard stared, blankly, at the band wrapped around Tim’s chest, until he removed the belt and a tail fell into view. His own mouth dropped to the floor to join Jack and Janet’s. Solidarity, he supposed.

Tim gave an awkward smile. “So, uh, before I get caught by the guards and all… I really need to go.”

This seemed to finally snap his parents back to reality.

“You can’t,” Janet breathed. “Tim, darling, you can’t.”

“I have to,” Tim said, his eyes falling to the floor. “I’ll starve without faerie food.”

Jack shook his head. “No. You said that you only turned into a fae because you ate some of their food. There’s some in this world. We can find it. You’ll be okay. Please.”

“Not enough,” Tim said. He wrapped his arms around himself, as if trying to recreate the comfort and safety of the hug he had received just a few hours prior. His tail fell to curl around his leg, squeezing tight. “I can’t stay.”

“You can’t go.”

“I must.”

“But we’ll never see you again,” Jack said, tears welling in his eyes.

Tim bit his lip. “I know. I’m – I’m sorry.”

And, just like that, the air around them thickened. A chill fell over the room. Tim’s eyes widened in abject terror, and his hand flew up to his mouth.

Jack’s gaze slowly lifted to meet Tim’s. His expression was a strange mix of several different things, all warring with each other, but his voice was surprisingly calm when he asked:

“You’re sorry?”

Tim nodded, but it was jerky, as if someone was physically grabbing him by the cheeks and forcing his head up and down.

“Then stay.”

And what could the indebted faerie do but nod?

So, now Bernard was scaling a house. It would have been so much easier if Tim was anywhere near poor, because then he would be on the first floor. The town had grown quite a bit since they had built the fence around the village all those years ago, but the fence had not been lengthened. For the people of their village were nothing if not superstitious, and they believed that opening the gate up even slightly, even if just to expand, would allow the fae to get in.

Instead, they had started cramming the new houses in. The poorer areas of the village were like a jigsaw puzzle of small, strangely shaped houses. Ghosts of the past remained in the form of windows that lead to nowhere, unless you count the wall centimeters away as a place. But that was all that remained of the old inhabitants.

That, and their stories warning of the fae, of course.

Lot of good that had done them, Bernard thought, somewhat bitterly.

But was the bitterness not justified when he was currently hanging twenty feet in the air, arms wrapped desperately around a drainpipe, trying to help his faerie friend get out of the walls he had been trapped in?

Frankly, Bernard would rather be doing just about anything else. But hey, he would also rather not have Tim starve to death because his parents were grieving (which Bernard could understand, of course, he didn’t want Tim to go, either… the thought of never seeing him again ached in a way that Bernard couldn’t quite explain… he just wanted him to live more).

This just might not be his week.

Honestly, maybe he should have figured that out before he decided to dangle from great heights, but better late than never, right?

And he was practically okay now, swinging his leg up over the sill and lifting a trembling arm to rap on the window as he worked at trying to perch himself on the thin beam of wood. He was not a squirrel and, as such, he would much rather stay firmly on the ground. Twenty feet up in the air was not his domain, thank you very much.

But enough about that, Bernard had finally reached a somewhat stable position – thank whatever was up there for that – and Tim had noticed him.

Grey eyes found their way to a shock of golden hair, and he gasped, stumbling over, nearly slipping on his own blanket a few times before giving up on it entirely and letting it fall in a heap. Only slightly less unsteady legs than before threw him across the room and, after knocking his fist against the glass once and making several clumsy attempts with hands that seemed to move faster than his brain could ever hope to process, he managed to lift the window enough for Bernard to slide his fingers under and make a gap wide enough for a person to get through.

Bernard panted for a moment, leaning heavily against the sill, and Tim had clearly tried to be patient.

But he was also sick, tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a hug.

So, he only got a few seconds to prepare himself for what was definitely going to be a tight squeeze, before thin arms grabbed him by the shirt and started tugging at him insistently. Bernard just… let it happen. If Tim needed comfort, then he was perfectly willing to ragdoll for a few minutes and cuddle with him. Honestly, Bernard deserved this.

Tim was startlingly cold to the touch, but when someone has just done more physical exercise than they had ever done in their life, collectively, this was a plus more than anything. A tail, scaly and, most importantly, cold, wound itself around him, and he was happy to let it.

“Will I die in here?” Tim breathed, his voice cracking with more than just dehydration. “Is that what you’re here to tell me?”

A chill that he would have welcomed just a few seconds prior ran through him, and now he missed the horrible heat.

He drew back, just slightly, his hands on Tim’s shoulders. Halfway comforting, halfway just trying to make sure the boy didn’t collapse the moment they were apart. For he was deathly pale, too skinny, with a glaze over his eyes and lips that were cracking from a lack of drinkable water.

“I…”

And thank god Bernard could lie, because it meant he didn’t have to mention how Tim was far more out of it than he had thought he’d be while plotting out ways to help him escape.

“I have some ideas. We’re getting you out of here, okay?”

Tim looked at him, and Bernard tried for a winning smile. Whether or not Tim believed him, the fae slumped against him again, a cool face coming to nuzzle in his neck. The only reason Bernard didn’t panic was that Tim’s tail was curled around him so tightly that it was almost hard to breathe, which meant that there had to be some strength left in the frail, little body that he was holding so close.

“When your dad told you to stay, he never gave you a time limit,” Bernard began. “It’s been about a week, so maybe it’s worn off?”

Tim shook his head. “The thing I apologized for was terrible, so the debt is too big to go away that easily.”

He swallowed thickly. Yeah. He’d expected that that would be more complicated. If the faerie could simply halfway repay their debts, they wouldn’t be known for cheating people through loopholes. They would be known for half-assing things. But it was worth a shot.

Bernard ran a hand through his hair, almost relishing in the tiny knots his fingers found because at least the tiny pinpricks allowed him to focus on something other than the sheer hopelessness of the situation.

“Then… maybe you can use your dad’s name to make him let you go?”

Tim winced. “I’m not going to do that.”

Bernard bit back the retort of but they did that to you, because maybe that was the reason Tim was refusing. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else to experience what he was going through.

Which made his next, and last, idea much harder to say:

“Well, I could try using your name and seeing if that overpowers it,” Bernard mumbled.

Tim went very, very still.

And then he pulled back. Bernard fought back a wince. He squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see the betrayed look on his friend’s face, but didn’t he owe him that much?

Slowly, carefully, he opened his eyes again.

Only to find Tim far closer than he had thought he’d be.

Tim’s forehead came to rest against his own.

“I trust you,” he mumbled.

Bernard felt his face heat up, and quietly hoped that Tim was too close to see the reddening of his cheeks.

From the slightly dopey smile on his face, Bernard figured that might be too much to hope for.

“Okay,” said Bernard, starting to draw back.

The tail wrapped around him didn’t give much room for him to do so.

Neither did the lips that came to press against his own.

And Bernard knew he shouldn’t. Tim was leaving, Bernard would be lucky to even get over the fence to give him a proper sendoff. There was no idea that was more terrible than this. It would only make things harder, would only make saying goodbye thousands of times more painful.

But it was really hard to remember all of that when the guy you’ve been crushing on for ages decided to finally kiss you. When kissing back felt so right. When he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if – when faerie and dragons were confirmed to be real – soulmates were such an unbelievable concept?

Maybe he was just a teen, maybe he would regret this in a few hours, but for now, he was happy to cradle Tim’s face, was perfectly pleased by the hands that came to rest upon his chest. For now, it was just them two, in a place where they both shouldn’t be for two completely different reasons, pressed together in a way that was almost desperate.

The kiss ended far sooner than Bernard would have liked, but maybe it was better to not suffocate.

Future kisses were possible that way.

If you exist in denial. Which Bernard was currently doing.

So, he smiled at Tim as they broke apart.

“Maybe I should break into houses more often,” Bernard breathed.

Tim gave a quiet laugh, and finally let him go, even giving him a little shove as both reprimand for the dumb joke and reminder that they couldn’t just stay there forever. “Dork.”

“But I’m your dork,” Bernard couldn’t help but tease.

Tim smiled. He winked, pressing a finger to his lips. “Maybe you shouldn’t say things like that to the species known for stealing people away.”

Bernard hesitated, the words what if I want that on the tip of his tongue. Because… he shouldn’t say that. He really, really shouldn’t. It was what everyone expected of him, for one. The child interested in the creatures of the night becomes one, it was a tale he had been warned of since he’d ever asked his first question. And… well, he wasn’t stupid. Being stolen away didn’t guarantee a happy life. Belonging to a faerie, especially one that was so closely linked with dragons, could be dangerous.

So, he said nothing. He leaned in for one more quick kiss before heading back to the window.

And then he started on the process down. Whether it was the kiss giving him more energy or gravity doing well more than half of the work, it was far easier to get down than it had been to climb up, and he smiled when he reached the ground.

But the smile was quick to fade.

Time for the moment of truth.

“Timothy Jackson Drake,” he said, his voice low even when there was no one around to know and no one awake to be angry at him. But it felt like something that should not be said too loudly, a secret that he wasn’t actually supposed to be aware of. Something that only one person should hear.

And said person appeared at his side.

Tim groaned a little, nearly stumbling, a heavy bag of things clutched to his chest and the sudden displacement throwing him off.

Bernard caught him.

Only to drop him instantly. For holding Tim in that moment felt like sticking his hands into a pot of boiling water. Already, blisters formed on his hands, and he strangled a scream.

But this was nothing compared to Tim. His knees went crashing to the ground, but he almost didn’t seem to feel it amongst everything else. His head snapped towards the house, neck cracking in its haste to whip around and stare at the door. A wretched sound tore itself out of Tim’s throat. Light flickered beneath the faerie’s skin, washing the night in the color red. The air around them was burning hot, and Bernard thought that he might just be consumed within flames he couldn’t even see.

And then, as suddenly as it had happened, it was over.

There was a few moments as the pair of them stood there, trying to process what had just happened, trying to get their footing in both a literal and metaphorical way.

The debt had been large, but what happens when a name was invoked? From the day they’d learned to respond to them, they’d been told one thing: names were a powerful thing.

Debts were huge, but so were names. When directly contradicting each other, which would win?

Both, apparently. Tim had paid for his transgressions, the debt had made sure of that, even if it didn’t go in the way that Jack Drake had intended… but, in the end, Tim was there.

Tim was there.

Despite himself, Bernard broke into a smile.

He knelt beside his friend, not touching him for fear of overwhelming him so soon after an event like whatever that was, waiting for him to get his bearings again.

Besides, it gave him a little bit of time to think.

Something about the loophole that Bernard had found was so faerie that he almost wished he’d tried it earlier. Of course the fae had a failsafe, of course the answer had been staring at them all along.

But there was little time to dwell on that, because they needed to go. Even Tim, shaking and exhausted as he was, knew that. Jack could notice at any moment. They could be seen by anyone that wished for a late-night stroll. They needed to go, while they still had the chance.

They only had one chance.

Tim swung his bag over his back, and they both took off running.

“What’s the plan?” Tim asked.

Bernard gave his best winning smile. “I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

Tim gave a startled kind of laugh, quickly followed by a groan. He pressed his lips together thinly, thinking hard.

He must have come up with something because the faerie nodded to himself, firmly.

“Alright… let’s go to the nearest entrance. The break in the iron should be enough for…” he sighed. “Well, it’s our best chance at getting help.”

The gap in the gate wasn’t far. Some might even say too close. For they had already come within sight of it, and that meant there wasn’t any time to explain.

The two guards manning the gate’s eyes went wide as they looked at the pair. A faerie – horns on display, tail swinging back and forth to maintain his balance as he ran – and the one person the town was most concerned about, barreling towards the gate at top speed.

“Jason Todd!” Tim hissed.

For just a second, nothing happened.

And then, in the next second, before the guards could even get a word out, they were both on the ground.

A large being with black, feathered wings stood over them, his expression cold in a way that Bernard had never seen before. If he hadn’t known any better, didn’t recognize the name Tim had used, if the man had opted to carry a scythe, he would have thought that the being in front of him was Death himself.

Then he rushed forward to check Tim over for injuries, green eyes alight with worry, and the thought was quickly dismissed from his mind.

“What happened to him?” The faerie hissed, hugging Tim close to his chest.

It took a moment for Bernard to realize that the faerie was talking to him. He gave a weak smile and a shrug that felt too little for a being such as this. “A lot. You should ask him, not me.”

Jason opened his mouth, seemingly annoyed.

And then he decided against it. Nodded.

“Let’s get him home. He has to be starving. C’mon.”

And Bernard followed.

Have you ever heard that, when you’re scared, time moves faster? Bernard’s parents had told him once or twice, but Bernard had never quite understood.

But now he did. Because Tim was about to leave, and Bernard was about to stay, and the inevitability of it all felt suffocating. Because they were at the clearing, at the mushroom ring, before he had really had enough time to realize that they were in the forest. Because a large faerie with bat wings had come bearing food for Tim to eat to get his energy back before they traveled over.

Because it was all going to be over.

But was there anything he could do, really? Time passed, there was nothing that could stop that, and he couldn’t stay here in this moment forever. He could stay here, at the ring, with the fair folk, perhaps, but he couldn’t. Bernard couldn’t leave. He had to stay in the village. He had to.

So, why did a traitorous voice in the back of his head keep whispering that he was outside now?

He wasn’t outside for himself. He was outside for Tim.

His eyes caught on a flower. One that he had never seen before, one that he was pretty sure wasn’t supposed to be on this side of the ring. But it was there, and it was beautiful. Like a star that had fallen to the Earth, with petals splayed out like beams of light and a center that glowed a pale yellow.

It was gorgeous.

He never wanted to leave it.

He never wanted to leave.

But he had to, right?

“They’re not going to like that you took him here,” the older faerie said, his eyes drifting over to Bernard.

Bernard’s jaw tightened, and he gave the slightest of nods. The people at the gate had seen him.

“They’re going to think that you’re one of us.”

He nodded again. The people of the town were a suspicious lot.

There was a few moments of silence, as the two considered everything. Bernard still wasn’t looking at the faerie, but not because of the fear that had plagued him when he had stepped into the clearing. No, now he was watching the edge of the clearing like a hawk, the line of his body tense, as if he were waiting for one of the townsfolk to jump out of a nearby bush and attack him.

“You don’t have to go back, you know. You can come with us, instead.”

Bernard’s shoulders jumped just slightly. He looked at the faerie like the man had grown a second head. This wouldn’t have actually been all that surprising, coming from a fae, but it still would have been sudden. Which was exactly how Bernard felt about this entire thing. The faerie known for stealing children from the village was asking someone to come with them, who could be surprised by that? But that didn’t mean he had ever thought it would happen to him.

The townsfolk had always insisted that this day would come, but he had never believed it. Despite Tim’s claims of him being a conspiracy theorist, Bernard was realistic about some things. The chances were low, and Tim was the one set to be taken from this generation. Why would he ever think that they’d ask for him as well?

Even when he had been thinking about Tim leaving, the option of Bernard following had never really occurred to him. Not really. Not except for that short moment after their kiss.

But he had been tempted.

He wetted his lips.

Bernard knew the scriptures more than anyone, knew that going with the fae didn’t guarantee anything good for him, but neither did going back. He was faced with two terrible choices, and it became a question of the devil you did know and the devil you didn’t.

As he glanced at the faerie standing there, large bat wings hanging from his back and too-pale skin and a kind smile that didn’t quite hide the calculating gleam in their eyes… he wondered if the old stories about devils were actually just stories about fae that had been misidentified.

The thought sent a tiny shiver running down his spine.

But how many choices did he have?

Well, at least he knew the answer to that, if nothing else:

Two.

He could go home. Beg forgiveness, claim enchantment. It might work. He wouldn’t even see much change in his daily life, though there would probably be far more effort put into making sure that he never even saw what the gate looked like ever again.

Or.

His eyes slid past the faerie, to where Tim was devouring everything that came even close to him. Tim seemed to sense his gaze through his hunger, though, because he looked up. He hesitated, thinking, or perhaps just swallowing, before he slowly got to his feet.

The moments where he trudged across the clearing felt like an eternity, but it was worth it when Tim said this:

“I care for you either way. Obviously, I want you with me, but I want you to be happy, too. I’m not my parents. I won’t force you to be with me. You should do what you want.”

Bernard bit his lip.

He looked up at the older faerie, trying to seem larger than he really was even if he was still far smaller than the faerie had likely ever been.

“Promise that none of you will hurt me.”

The faerie tipped its head to the side. “I can’t quite promise that you will never be hurt, but I can promise that I will prevent it to the best of my abilities.”

And, well, this promise was far more than he could hope to get from the townsfolk. The faerie couldn’t lie, and this wasn’t a debt. This couldn’t be taken back.

So, when Tim offered him a bite of the apple he had been eating, Bernard took it.

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rubydubydoo122 · 16 days

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The Batfam is turned into mythological creatures. Who is what?

Tim's a Dragon, because Drake means Dragon.

Jason's a Phoenix, because they're awesome, and the whole dying of fire and coming back to life. Also because "Jason" means healer and Phoenix tears can heal people.

Or wait, I change my mind, Jason is a zombie, or a ghost or an undead creature of sorts, and Duke is a Phoenix

Steph becomes aaaaa Banshee, because they're usually female members of a family who died at a young age

and Casssssss, idk maybe a Griffin. I'm feeling griffin

Bruce is Camazotz, who is a Bat spirit in Mayan culture, and servant of the lord of the underworld

Dick would be a faerie. idk, i just feel like he would be.

Damian should be a unicorn, because I said so.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #red hood #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain

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electricalstemplates · 2 months

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Template Masterlist pt 2

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10 First Lines Fanfiction Tag Game!

Rules: Share the first line of the last ten fics you wrote and tag some people. :)

I got tagged by @gremlin-bot, the loveable little bugger. I adore my platonic spouse, however, so I will oblige! I’m doing the first lines of the entire fics, not just whatever the last chapter is, so I don’t have to worry about spoilers for y’all. ;)

1. How to Fowl a Bat (Artemis Fowl x DC) [Link Here ;)] Ft. Tim Drake x Artemis Fowl - The Batfamily gets mindwiped, Faerie style, and Artemis Fowl deals with the consequences.

Three hours.

2. Formula for a Crime Scene (DP x DC x Artemis Fowl) [Link Also Here] Ft. Polyamous Damian Wayne x Danny Fenton x Artemis Fowl - The trio of unlikely lovebirds are going to become the terrors of Gotham.

Damian stalks into the school, eyes polished into a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds.

This one is actually also co-written by @half-dead-ham, my other adorable platonic spouse! We cowrote the world, but we will be doing our own separate fics!

3. The Rebirth of Tim Drake (DP x DC) [LINK] Ft. Halfa!Tim Drake - Tim Drake dies in this one before the first chapter even ends!

Red Robin panted back and knees aching as he crawled through the ventilation.

4. Return of the Ancients (DP x DC) [Linkity Link] Ft. Cold Currents (Danny x Kaldur’ahm) - Kaldur gets kindly screwed over by ghost shit.

Danny stepped into the zeta tube, taking a deep breath.

5. Close Contact (DP x DC) [Zooom. Link!] Ft. Triple Trouble (Danny x Dick x Wally) - The Young Justice team are sick of these gay ass motherfuckers not dating.

“Rob! Phantom!” Wally shouted as he zoomed straight to his friends' sides, wrapping his arms around their shoulders.

6. Phantom Feathers (DP x DC) [AchOo! Link!] Ft. Dead Tired (Tim x Danny) - Ghosts have wings! Danny has wings! Yay!

“Hey Tim?” Danny asked.

7. Danny & Billy: Brothers in Too Much Power The Rehash (DP x DC) [Shazam!] Ft. Danny and Billy are Brothers. - Exactly as it says. Danny and Billy are adopted, homeless brothers with way too much power for people who aren’t or are barely of legal age to drive.

When Billy ducked into one of his usual hideouts, he was not expecting pressure.

8. A Day in the Life of Two Dead Men (DP x DC) [Whoop!] Ft. DeadonMain (Jason x Danny) & Trans!Danny - Just two dead guys. Living their life.

The Red Hood skidded over to the edge of the building, looking over the edge where he heard a scream

9. Slap-A-Soulmate (DP x DC) [SmaCk!] Ft. Anger Management (Jazz x Jason), Tall!Jazz, and Soulmate AU - While Jason might not like the idea of getting slapped, at least the one done by the crazy redheaded psychiatrist led to his soulmate!

Red Hood was frustrated.

10. Ancient Deals (DP x DC) [Last one!] Ft. Dead Serious (Damian x Danny) - Ra’s Al Ghul made a deal in his immortal youth, and now its Danny and Damian’s fucking problem.

“Why am I here, Grandfather!”

Technically speaking, the first three fics are WIPs! In fact, I post new chapters to all three of them once a week! (Yes I’m aware that makes most writers look at me like I’m insane, the BatPham server goes crazy every time I mention it. Especially my spouses. XD) Fowl a Bat posts every Monday, Formula every Thursday (so theres actually a new chapter today ;3), and Rebirth every Saturday!

Now, I don’t have anyone I’d like to tag, mainly because both my platonic spouses have already done this, and I’m sure most of the BatPham discord writers have already been spammed by like 7 people. I encourage you all to join in if you want to however! It found this really fun seeing the different ways I’ve started a fic!

(Plus for those of us that don’t have fic lists, this actually works pretty well instead XD)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc af #af x dc x dp #artemis fowl #danny phantom #batman #shazam #10 first lines

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When I Grow Up

by haleswallows A string of missing children. Red Robin kept trying to debrief him on it - apparently there's a heap of similar cases across Gotham. All he wants is to find the kids, alive preferably. Human trafficking in the Alley was largely ignored. No one cares if a few poor vestiges of society go missing. Red Hood cares. The Alley is his and he's made this his problem. Which is definitely a higher priority than wasting time, letting tense and uncomfortable silence fill the space between himself and his “family”. ------- Or: King Phantom helps the Batfam solve a series of missing children cases, with a side of helping Jason with his feelings. Words: 6479, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Laughter Lines Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Danny Fenton, Original Female Character(s), Fright Knight (Danny Phantom), Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Faerie shenanigans, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Pre-Slash, is there a tag for 'primal fear to friends to flirting'?, violent therapy, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Timeline What Timeline via https://ift.tt/8zqXa0T

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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I tagged 212 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i’m dealing with my parents and sister refusing to stop liking and supporting harry potter by only consuming queer as fuck fan content of it

My Top Posts in 2022:

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URL game, tagged by: @pluralbatman

Rules: Spell your URL with songs, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL

C: Creature - Half•Alive

O: Obey - Bring Me The Horizon

R: Ramblings of a Lunatic - Bears in Trees

V: Verbatim - Mother Mother

I: Immortals - Fall Out Boy

D: Duality - Set It Off

S: Sarcasm - Get Scared

P: Pomegranate Seeds - Julian Moon

E: Enemy - Imagine Dragons

C: Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

T: Touch Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

R: Ribs - Lorde

E: Everything Else Has Gone Wrong - Bombay Bicycle Club

Tags: @ofwordsandroses @endearingly-awkward @transtemic @ghost-faeries @the-greatest-sun @archangelofthestars @lukenotcastellan @jakeluppin @shamelesslypoetic @evearellie @callmesteve @firebirds @bartscoolereviltwin

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I am perhaps the most excited ever to drop my preview for the @batgirlzine, legacies!!! Everyone on this project is so amazingly talented, especially our amazing mods, and im still in disbelief that i get to be among their numbers!!

I cannot recommend picking up a copy this awesome zine enough- u can find it here!

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ao3feed-timkon · 2 years

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Among the Roses Red

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/U3dVWT1

by ThePokeOne

The woods bordering Wayne manor are said to hold an array of faeries, but Tim is in search of one in particular, Kon-El. All stories paint him as the most enchanting of the fae, and Tim is more than willing to see how true the stories really are.

Words: 3454, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Batfamily Members

Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Tam Lin - Freeform, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Fae, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Smart Tim Drake

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/U3dVWT1

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #timkon

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fashionqu33nn · 3 years

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I love himmm 🥺 also idk what this au is but i will write it eventually i promise– literally stan Tim Drake 👏👏👏

#fanart #digital art #art #fan art #tim drake #tim drake fanart #dc fanart #red robin fanart #bat family fanart #fae #fae tim drake #fae au #faerie #faery

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chibinightowl · 6 years

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Hey there, for the fantasy/supernatural prompt list, could you please write for "we cannot let the faeries see this" with jaytim? Btw I absolutely love your works, brightens my day when you upload :)

@marudny-robot said: That fantasy prompt list is really good :D So what would you say about…(damn. it’s hard choice.)…“We cannot let the fairies see this.” with JayTim?

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Another two of a kind! I have two more sets of duplicate prompts here, but I really don’t mind. This fantasy list is one of the best lists I’ve found and I swear, I may just write something for all the other prompts I didn’t get asks for anyway. We’ll see!

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Sometimes, Jason really wondered how this kind of thing always seemed to happen to him. Magic wasn’t really his schtick, but when you’re the guardian to one of the most gifted mages in an age, well, weird shit kinda became the norm.

Especially considering how erratic Tim’s powers got when he was sleep deprived. Case in point, the mystical, moonlit forest they were currently in, trapped by a fairy ring of glowing mushrooms. He had to admit, it was new.

Jason nudged Tim in the face to wake him up. “Have a nice nap, sweetheart?”

Beneath him, Tim groaned and blinked blearily. “What happened?”

“You tell me. One moment I was in bed with a book and my tea and the next I’m naked and surrounded by mushrooms.”

Tim glanced around at the fairy ring they were trapped in. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Jason growled and tried hard not to react to Tim’s fidgeting beneath him. He was also not wearing any clothes, a fact he was all too aware of. “What the fuck were you working on?”

“Nothing,” Tim said a little too quickly. “That is…”

“Tim,” Jason said warningly. “What were you doing?”

The mage started to blush, color tinting his cheeks and spreading down his neck. “I, uh, um, may have been experimenting with faerie dust.”

“Faerie dust?” It was rhetorical and they both knew it. Jason shook his head. “Jesus, fuck. You know we’re stuck, right?”

“I figured as much considering you’re naked and I’m naked. Usually that makes you turn and run in the opposite direction.” There was a hint of defensiveness in Tim’s voice and he averted his eyes.

Jason sighed and tried yet again to roll off Tim, but whatever magic was keeping them here wasn’t letting him move, even though there was some space within the ring where he could curl up given the chance. “Tim, we’ve had this conversation before. I’m your guardian. I’m supposed to protect you, not fuck you against the first available horizonal surface.”

“It could be vertical too. I’m totally game for that if you are.” Tim winked, regaining his usual confidence in a heartbeat. He purposefully arched his back, forcing his hips upwards with clear intent.

“Tim…” Christ, did Jason want to. He wanted his perfectly erratic mage wrapped around him. Wanted to be in him or even the other way around, he wasn’t picky. He wanted it all.

“Please, Jason.” Tim wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. “I’ve loved you since before I even accepted your bond. Plenty of mages and their guardians have relationships, so why do you keep holding back when I know you feel the same way I do?”

All the reasons Jason normally repeated on a daily basis flew right out of his mind as he took in the sight of Tim laying so perfectly against the dewy grass, his pale skin shining in the moonlight. Why did he keep fighting it? Why couldn’t he be happy for once in his life and accept what was being freely offered to him? “I love you too,” he said after too long of a pause where Tim started to draw away from him.

The words were like a light switch and Tim smiled sweetly up at him. His lips parted, ghosting over Jason’s in a feather soft kiss that swiftly escalated into something much harder and deeper as they explored and learned each other in a whole new way, forging an even stronger connection than they’d ever had before.

Afterwards, Jason discovered he could move again and rolled over, pulling Tim on top of him to hold him close. “I can’t believe we just did that here. We can’t let the faeries see this. They’ll never let us hear the end of it.”

Tim placed a gentle kiss on Jason’s jaw. “Too late for that. Who do you think dragged us here in the first place?”

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #JayTim #Magic!AU #the faeries made them do it!#Not really #That was all them #goobers

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