Saw the most gut wrenching tiktok and had an idea:
TimKon soulmate au where Kryptonians can see people's soulmates. Clark found his with Lois and Kara with Lena or Babs, and Jon with Damian or Jay.
Kon's is Tim. But no one actually knows that the Kryptonians can see the red string. So Kon has to remain quiet and heart broken at the string connected to Tim from across the room while Tim sits and cuddles and kisses Bernard.
But he can't tell Tim they're soulmates. And he can't tell Tim that Bernard isn't his or Tim's soulmate, that Bernard's soulmate is someone else(or dead).
So Kon just sits heartbroken every time he sees Tim and every time he hears about Bernard. This could also tie into a Hanahaki disease au too.
Kon's never able to tell Tim anything, and Clark tries his best even though Kon's heart is so numb and heartbroken that he's damn near suicidal.
Because Kryptonians can't live without their soulmates, they could die without them. And Kon's soulmate string is so tethered it's close to snapping, and if it snaps...
writing idea: the lyric "how can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?" with timkon. like tim saying messing around with kon was just casual and didn't mean he actually liked boys and then he goes and dates bernard
like imagine
tim: i just.. this didn't mean anything kon. im just confused, kon
kon: haha yeah, that's fine. it was just casual, not strings right?
tim: yeah, no strings
*2 months later*
cassie: what's got you all smiles tim?
tim, a little flustered: Bernard just asked me out
kon, heart shattering into a million pieces: really? i thought you didn't like boys.
tim: i guess he's just different, i think im bi guys
cassie: ha! welcome to the queer club
bart: beee whooo you areeeee
kon, about to explode: im happy you found yourself rob
Ok but, what if there's a Kon Kent centric AU that goes like this??
Kon is sent by Luthor to seduce Tim, to get as much information about the Waynes as posible.
Maybe Luthor had been sending Kon to seduce people for some time now, which would make Kon kinda experienced at it by now.
As Kon would have been doing this for much time now, he would know how most people act in different situations, especially because the targets are mainly rich people(most of who should be in horny jail).
So Kon's mentally prepared for some degradating comments here and there, like comments about how he's lucky he's pretty with how "cutely dumb" he is, or maybe even some of those comments that rich assholes do when you're way too pretty so they *know* they can't make you dubout it, like: "you're so beautiful, baby. Don't ever let that change." Kon had learned that one's a clasic, they lower your self esteem so low that you fell like you don't deserve anything, which leads to you feeling extra special or flustred when they give you even the slightes bit of attention(he was teached this by Luthor before being sent to do it for the first time).
He's fully prepared to get those comments at least twice a day from Timothy Drake-Wayne, who is his current target.
Luthor had said: "The target is one of Gotham's playboys, and my son just so happends to be absolutely breath taking to the sigth." And he wasn't wrong, Tim was DOWN.
But it's Tim who we're talking about here, so of *course* he's not down in the way everyone else had been down before, Tim is somehow *actually* captivated by Conner's charm-AGAIN- Not in the expected way. First he though he would just toy around with Kon for some time, and then just forget about him, but in one of their "dates", Kon slipped up just a little from his "dumb and pretty boytoy" persona, and he was acctually himself by accident.
And Tim surprised himself being increadibly amused and actually kind of endeared by Kon's just newly discovered actual personality.
So Tim is down bad, and he asks Kon to be more relxed and not so "Oh, i'd do whatever you want me to" coded, because what Kon had veen doing had been the classic "Giggle-twirling his hair-just smiling and nodding-hand in bicep" combo that he always used with everyone, so Kon started being himself more but not as much, still cautious and being as charming as posible.
But Kon is slowly starting to fall for Tim too, because he was mentally prepared for a normal playboy kind of guy, but he was surprised with how gentle and caring Tim acctually was to him, so he strated falling for Tim, even when he keept reminding himself that Tim was just using that to get exactly IT, to get Kon to fall for him like a fool, and Kon was *not* gonna get fooled nor played with, he wasn't *that* stupid(also, he was the one who is supose to be fooling Tim in this, not the other way around!!).
So the whole trope is about Kon trying not to fall for Tim(which is already a failed case because he's already down BAD) while Tim is just really in love with this pretty guy.
All of this while Luthor keeps giving Conner a hard time and pressuring him to milk as much info out of Tim as possible.
Let's say that somehow, Luthor manages to poison Clark with something, could be both Clark and Jon, maybe ever Kara. And he uses this to manipule Kon, being Luthor the only one with the antidote(it would be better if it didn't reallycure them, but keept them alive, still weak, but alive, like some kind of medicine, so Conner needs to stay serving Luthor kind of like forever).
So it's going to be all the more painfull when Tim finds out, because we know he's gonna go FERAL, feeling betrayed and all that angsty stuff, because he trusted Kon, and he thinks that Kon just was a gold digger or something, when Kon just wants to protect his family.
So let's make Kon suffer, not because he deserves it, but because i simply like to make my fav characters suffer.
He's all stressed with everything, because his family is sick, and Luthor is pressuring him, and then it gets worst because Tim finds out and he decides to get revenge by not being gentle nor caring anymore.
So now he's stressed because Tim is always pissed and he's not the loving boy he was dating anymore, and Luthor might be pressuring even more, all of this while his family is still sick.
based on this scene in arcane | 1863 words | angst/comfort??? hurt/comfort??? something ||| cw - mentions of death
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From the moment he woke, Kon-El had said everything he could think of to get the League off of his back. Despite his constant reassurance that he was fine, absolutely fine, they demanded he stay under their care for at least seventy-two hours before leaving. So they could make sure it had all gone smoothly. Make sure it was actually a success, and not just another particularly optimistic blip like before.
Kon was gone after twenty-seven. Ducking out through the window the second he was left alone to rest, he made his way stiffly and painfully across the city, flying through a familiar window and into a dimly-lit manor.
He didn’t stop then, didn’t even let his feet touch the ground. He gave only a little wave to Alfred as he flew past him and down the stairs. The old man raised an eyebrow but didn’t even bother pretending to look phased.
The door isn’t closed when he makes it down. Tim’s head was kinked uncomfortably against the desk, his brows scrunched tight together even in his sleep. The computer laid untouched beside him- he hadn’t even bothered to sign in. Pages of an old book crumpled under the weight of his cheek.
All at once, life actually came back to him, and he sucked in a breath that felt like oxygen for the first time since he crawled out of the shitty medbay.
Tim was there. He was alive. That’s all that mattered.
With a haste beyond even what he could manage in battle, he padded up behind his chair. His lips curled into a smile big enough to ache the long-dormant muscles.
Tim’s hair was longer now, his face much thinner. The tiny freckles he’d managed to help form across his nose had faded entirely. The sickly green glow coming from a large canister in the corner of the room paired unkindly with the stark light from the login screen to highlight the exhaustion in his closed eyes.
Apparently Tim had been somewhat decaying alongside him.
Kon froze up at the sight. Even so, his smile never budged. It was him. It was him, and…
“You’re wearing my colors.”
Tim jerked awake, squinting at the room before him, rising at the exact moment his eyes adjusted enough to recognize the other’s shape. The boy’s feet didn’t once leave the ground. Impetuous, he shuffled his hunched form, his head tucking into Kon’s collar like clockwork before it billowed a heavy sigh.
“Not exactly the answer I was expecting, but I guess it counts.”
Tim’s only response was a weak exhale from his nose. Silently, his arms wrapped around Kon-El, in turn being swallowed back.
“Not even a welcome home?” Kon teased lightly, the air between them confusingly calm.
He had been expecting some drift between them. It would have been stranger if it was entirely seamless, he’d decided. This, however… This was eerie.
“Welcome home.” His tone was flat, his voice stripped of anything raw or human. His nose buried into the crook of Kon’s neck and again he fell silent, aside from little whimpers as he tugged comfort from sleeves and hems.
And then, he just… Closed his eyes, resting on the familiar chest, a fistful of fabric in his right hand.
“... What are you doing?” Kon-El questioned. His voice was steady, but his left eyebrow was pinched.
“Waiting to wake up.”
“What?” Confusion danced the line of fear, his arms becoming a stronghold around him.
“... It usually happens by now.” His response was breathy, hiding the secret to keep him there longer. “I’m getting so much more time with you than I normally do…”
All Kon-el could do was stare back at the enigma before him, momentarily convincing himself that he’d stepped back into the wrong body. Words went stale on his tongue before they formed.
“... But Tim, you aren’t dreaming?” His voice upturned, not much, but enough to make Tim’s nose twitch.
“... Of course I fucking am.” He barked it like a demand. “I’ve cloned you ninety goddamn times, every time it's the same… Every time, it's the same dream too. Over and over and over and over again. I always wake up, I-I-" his voice cracked. "Fuck, I can never… actually… bring you back. It never works. It never…”
Kon-el peeled his gaze away only long enough to glance at the green canister once more, glowing and puffing chemical-scented smoke from a vent at the very top. His heart plummeted back into the ground below. He could practically see Tim standing there for all those months, fists landing in failure again and again where deep scuff marks now stood. The thought left a starving pit gaping in his stomach.
His arms envelope Tim like the action could protect him from the reality he had already faced.
“Tim, what are you talking about? I’m right here.”
Tim’s hands wrestled harshly with his hair, a desperate attempt to rip the thoughts from his own mind. “Stop it, stop it, stop it, don’t get my hopes up. Not again.”
“Tim, look at me!” Kon shook him, demanding, pleading, a hand cradled to his cheek. “God, I’m right here, I'm right here, I'm here. I'm here, Tim. It’s over now. No more of…. Whatever the fuck that is, okay? I’m real.”
He looked up blankly again, his eye as wide as a nightmared child. He shook his head. “Please, just… Stop it and hold me.”
Without a beat between, Kon-el tugged the boy back against his chest, every part of him now baying for Tim and morbidly desperate. His being swam to him, only to hit a wall.
The silence between them flowed, the familiarity of it like a distant melody heard from an out of tune piano. It crackled with heavy emotion but never truly took flame into them, merely flickering themselves in and back out again.
Running a hand through unrecognizably styled hair, Kon spoke again. “What can I do to make you believe it’s real?”
Tim swallowed, his head not leaving its nest against him. “... Dunno, I… I should’ve woken up by now… It’s always when I get comfortable…”
Kon’s body drew cold thinking about it, his hold on Tim becoming reverent. He’d never seen him so fragile before. A small gust could blow out the few tiny flickers of tranquility that remained in the hollow shell. The room transmuted into something much more intense, like all of both of them hinged on this very second, this frame, the way the light hit their fingers.
“What… did I do to you, Birdie?”
Tim drew in a sharp breath as the nickname hit his ears, his chest fluttering in a way that only hurt him worse. “Don’t-”
But he couldn’t finish the thought.
“-alone, Alfred. Trust me.”
The shuffle of three sets of footsteps, two heavy and one soft, dropped down to only two. The door pushed open so swiftly that it almost swung back on Clark.
“Tim, I need you on cams now. Scan all of Gotham for…”
Bruce’s words trailed off, replaced by an exasperated sigh at the sight of Kon-El safely there beside him.
Clark was quick behind, a dramatic groan coming from his chest. “What the hell, dude? We told you not to run off like that. Not until-”
“I needed to find him.”
“Kon-el! The entire League is-”
“I don’t give a shit about the League, and if they had something better to do, they wouldn’t give a shit about me, either.”
Clark's lips curved and tightened, but he couldn’t quite argue. He shook his head firmly. “... You scared me, Kon. If Luthor-”
“Well, he didn’t, and I’m fine. If you’re done, then?” He turned back over just in time to catch the boy mid-air.
Tim jumped up into Kon’s arms, his legs wrapping around his waist and his head going limp against his chest. He gripped his shirt even tighter now, so tight that Kon thought it would rip under his fingers. “... You’re real.”
“I’ve been saying that,” Kon quipped, lacking the usual arrogance. He couldn’t manage it, not now.
Tim scoffed, his nose scrunching up. His arms went around Kon’s neck. “Shut up, Boy-Man.”
He let himself believe it then, taking in all of the things he’d missed for so long. His eyes were even brighter than Tim remembered. His little moles were all in the right places. The little crook in the base of his nose was still there, and Tim traced it until he felt the invisible indent of a long-healed scar. Nothing was out of place this time. Nothing had failed. It was him, truly him.
As soon as Tim had no more reason to carry the boulder on his back, his body pushed it off. The stillness of it felt so foreign that he jumped a bit, trepidation filling his chest. Then, as if his body suddenly remembered all of the weight it had been holding, he gasped and crumbled forward into Kon’s shoulder before it all rejected. The eruption was cataclysmic, one more choked gasp before a wail that seemed to come from deep within Tim’s very being. A tidal wave crashing against a barren shore. His body shook so violently from the break that Kon had to adjust his grip.
“Come on, Wonder-Boy,” Kon drawled, warm and cooing. He lifted his feet enough to drift them slowly to the couch, pulling Tim down with him as he landed into the cushion. “The League isn't stealing me back. Not from you.”
Tim whimpered softly in response, his knees tucked right up to his chest. One arm kept a firm hold around Kon’s waist while the other wrapped up his side, and he buried his head into his collar.
When Kon-el pulled him closer, the two men in the doorway knew there was no point in trying to argue it further. Quite honestly, neither man wanted to, anyways- Bruce found Tim particularly difficult to get the word no through to, especially when emotions were involved, and though Clark hated the idea of Kon not being monitored, he knew he was happy here, and knew firsthand how well Alfred could patch someone up in a pinch. With a few grumbles, the two turned and took to the stairs.
“No leaving the manor.”
“And Alfred will call if-”
“Affirmative. Alfred, please get rid of that weird tube down there. Freaks me out.”
“Of course, Master Bruce. Will Kon-El be-”
“I’d plan on it.”
“Until when, sir?”
Bruce turned to look at the two at the bottom of the stairs, unmoving besides Kon’s hand rubbing along Tim’s back. He hummed noncommittally and turned again. “Until I feel it’s distracting more than it’s helping him.”
Alfred softened a bit at that, nodding. “Of course, sir.”
“Damn kid…” Bruce muttered to himself, but the relief in his tone at the prospect of Tim breaking past the glass ceiling of his own making was clear.
Alfred took one last peek into the room for good measure, sighing at the sight of Tim finally starting to look himself again, even if only in little bits and pieces, before shutting the door and leaving them to reconcile.
1.5k, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Tim Drake, M-rating, Canon AU
Summary: It's not unusual for Tim to go missing for weeks. Until Kon finds out through Batman.
