#timthad

[cloudtaleblog]

timthad because of recent twitter events

[peacerisendove]

Ok, I'm going through my TimThad food fic wip (one day I'll complete it, I even added to it rn) and sometimes I genuinely think I'm a little funny. I chuckled at least with my own dumb writing here:

Context: Tim's texting Steph about Thad. Note: Yellow highlights are my notes. Ignore those.

Personally, having Tim call Thad a "fur-ball" and Tim's spiraling thoughts are my favorite parts here.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It's That Time Again!!! (1/5)

Pick a flashfam-centric fic

Through All of Time and Space

A Love For All Seasons

magic yellow lightning

in between seconds

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully Right

A Joyful Rebellion

Nothing But Time

Results

Voting ended onJul 20, 2024

Through All of Time and Space: Space alien, Thad Thawne, falls to Earth and takes on the form of Bart Allen, making minor changes according to what he saw in orbit... Tim Drake mistakes him for an angel. (yj98/flashfam; TimThad also TimBart; space alien AU)

A Love For All Seasons: Jay Garrick catalogs the first five years of Judy's life. (flashfam/jsa; JayJoan; no powers AU)

magic yellow lightning: AU where Barry keeps Bart while he recovers from a near-death experience. Bart is four years old, and Barry suggests it'd be best for Bart to stay with him on his vacation. (flashfam; BarryIris; no powers AU)

in between seconds: Don goes to the past to speak with his son, knowing his next mission might be his last. They speak to each other between seconds. (flashfam; MeloniDon; canon divergent AU)

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully Right: Bart accidentally sends two similar text messages to Conner and Preston. (flashfam/yj98; KonBart and PrestonBart)

A Joyful Rebellion: AU where Meloni Thawne recalls her time with Digger Harkness. (flashfam/flash rogues; DiggerMeloni)

Nothing But Time: Tim and Thad are roommates and freshman year classmates at Brentwood Academy. Both tightly wound boys struggle to overcome their differences to pass the class's partner assignment. (yj98/batfam/flashfam; TimThad; boarding school AU/no capes AU)

✨Snippets of the fics under the cut to help you guys decide✨

Through All of Time and Space:

The subject’s name is Tim. Bipedal human creature. Non-childbearing. Blue eyes, dark hair, and fewer organs than documented in human literature. I believe something in him is broken. I wonder if he’ll be useful to me in the future despite this. For now, he’s chosen to keep me a secret. I believe this is for his benefit. He doubts his mental faculties despite my original subject, Bart’s declaration of his intelligence. I needed his assistance to assimilate into Earth's culture. 

Tim’s expressions change when he looks at me. His heartbeat slows and his eyes waver as he studies my form. He fails to understand that Bart is my blueprint for appearance and nothing more. I tried to explain it but the explanations only upset him. Human emotion feels complicated. I took the form of someone he had a fondness for, but he looks at me with pain in his eyes and a heaviness in his heart. I apologize to him for it, and he smiles. I don’t understand him. But I want to.

A Love For All Seasons:

Day One: As she lay on my chest, I remembered touching her little head. It was the size of my palm. My heart skipped a beat and found the rhythm of hers. I glanced at Joan as she slept peacefully in her hospital bed, wondering how she could remain so calm. I felt her hands and feet, counting her fingers and toes as tears streamed down my cheeks. How could I ever sleep again? How could I ever relax, knowing her tiny life was in my hands? Her little head that couldn’t fill up my entire palm? Her tiny fragile body with her perfect little face—. She had a full head of hair. It was the last thing I noticed. I spent so much time worrying that I didn’t notice my daughter’s full head of beautiful brown hair. I didn’t notice my eyes and nose and mouth translated onto her little face. It all sank in at that moment. I would love her forever.

magic yellow lightning:

I put his red rubber rain boots on as he sat with his hands stretched out. “Grandpa? Am I magic now?” Bart questioned. 

“Huh?” I asked in reply.

“I got shocked-ed by lightning. Am I magic now?” Bart asked. I smiled as I held his hand. 

There was no harm in letting him see the accident in a fun light. He survived and that was all that mattered. “Yup… And now that we’ve both been struck by lightning, I can tell you all my magic secrets. You can help me make my potions,” I answered. Bart smiled with his eyes shut. “You can open your eyes. If you keep them closed, we won’t be able to tell if you’ve gotten your sight back.” 

“It’s not bad to open them?” Bart questioned. I kneeled beside him, rubbing a smudge on his cheek with my finger. 

“No, it’s not bad. It’s helpful. You’ll start to see lights again, then shapes, and your sight should come back fully in a few days. It happened to me, too. You’re so brave, Bart. I was really scared when it happened to me, but I’m so proud of you. You’ve been such a big boy,” I commended him. He reached up for me to carry him, and I felt his body go limp in my arms. 

“Not seeing makes me sleepy, Grandpa,” Bart mumbled. I rubbed his back, wondering if I upset him. “How am I gonna watch SpongeBob?” I held back a laugh. 

in between seconds:

Time is a lot like origami paper to me. If I use the speed force like fingers, I can fold a straight line into a three-dimensional object. And in those folds are points in time. When Bart was born, I could feel all the creases in time where he touched. So, I searched for a crease in time where he would understand. I kissed my Bart goodbye and ventured through the folds of time until I saw an opening. A pocket in time where he and I could talk. I waited for him to feel my presence in his time. Bart. 

I felt him before I recognized his face. The speed force carries unique energy for all of us. Dawn felt like cool air like the inside of a tornado. Wally felt like the rumble in a thunderstorm. Bart’s energy felt like rippling rays of sunlight, almost like water. Uncontrolled but uniform. 

He met me in a space between milliseconds. “You’re not supposed to be here,” Bart stated. It wasn’t accusatory. It was an observation. My breath caught, and I wanted to cry, but I had an urgency in me that wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. I touched his face, and he gasped. 

“Dad?” Bart questioned as tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew me by energy alone. I nodded. 

“Hi, Bubs… We’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Don’t we?” I asked, still holding back my tears as I held his face in my hands. I was pure energy, but he was flesh and blood. My flesh and blood. 

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully RIght:

“Okay… Let me get this right: You have a crush on Kon. You have a crush on Preston. You couldn’t decide which one you wanted to ask out, and you were so baked you sent them the same question. Am I getting this?” Cassie questioned. 

Bart nodded. “Oh, you’re fucked. Like this is better than TV,” Cassie laughed. 

“You’re not helping,” Bart half-shouted before lowering his voice, “They’re both coming tonight. I can’t cancel on Preston because he went through a lot to come here, and—.” 

“Cancel on Conner,” Cassie interrupted. 

“I can’t. How do I tell him I take it back?” Bart replied. Cassie groaned. “Exactly!”

A Joyful Rebellion:

I sat there next to him, hiding in a brand-new HDPE pipe for my father’s new construction project. He pushed his feet out, attempting to roll us, and I laughed. “Hey, amnesia boy… Do you wanna do something bad?” I questioned. He grinned, moving to take off his jacket and shirt while I took a lighter out of my pocket. His eyes widened, and he backed away.

“Kinky… But I prefer my pleasure without pain,” he chuckled. I shook my head and climbed over his lap and out of the tube. He followed me, and I reached down into his pocket for his flask. 

“Wanna see something cool?” I questioned. He bounced his head from side-to-side, and I walked toward the wooden structure of the building and took a swig of his ancient alcohol before spitting and lighting a fire. He hooked an arm around my stomach and pulled me away from the blaze as he laughed. 

He rocked as he walked me back and away with two strong arms wrapped around me. “Good on ya! Fuck that building,” he smiled into my neck. He understood me. Even if it was on a base level, he could accept my actions without any explanation. He didn’t care who my father was. All that mattered was me and what I wanted, and I wanted him. 

“It’s my dad’s,” I replied. He froze, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

“Fuck him,” he whispered. And the weight fell off of me. “Yeah, fuck him. What does he matter? Whatever he did to make you feel this way… Fuck him.” 

Nothing But Time:

Thad sighed as he sprayed the room with an air freshener and opened the window. “God,” Thad groaned as he stifled a gag. He asked for a new roommate, but he didn’t expect someone like that. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand as he looked around in horror at the clothes strewn across the beds and floor. Open soda cans lined the nightstand and dressers. A used bandaid rested on the dresser. He stepped outside, waiting for his new roommate to arrive, growing more and more agitated as time progressed.

[bartallenmyblorbo]

May I Present:

TimThad Clone Baby AU

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

sorry im just,,, im obsessed with this concept and no i will not shut up about it,,,,

[dementedspeedster]

Hilarious Craydl-related Thoughts from my Brain:

Craydl is the closest thing to a parental figure Thad has (He did the raising and most of Thad's socialization I'm sure of it), so that means he gets to give the shovel talk to Thad's romantic partners.

Imagine this glob of neon green goo, who was once subdued by Bart shoving him in a bottle, threatening Thad's potential partner/s and making sure they treat his son well.

[sleepyspeedster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: M

Pairing: Tim Drake/Thad Thawne

Language: English

Word Count: 2,353

Summary:

Tim contemplates his relationship with Thad in the early hours of the morning after they spend another night together. Twisted together in the sheets of the bed he struggles between the voice in his head and the feeling in his chest.

Excerpt:

     Precious and private is the dark left between the blanket and the bed sheet. Inside an anonymous and sparsely furnished apartment the dark of the previous night still lasts as light creeps throughout Gotham and brings a new morning with it. The light tries to find the smallest of gaps between the slots of this bedroom’s blinds, to slink inside, and to disrupt the darkness shared between hero and villain that still lived undisturbed amidst sleeping breaths.

         In and out they sounded among gentle stirrings.

         Tim had been awake for only a short while now. He had barely moved as the light outside the private space of this apartment, technically owned by neither himself or Thad (At the least in name. For no documents or paper trails would ever lead to either them as the speedster had promised), slowly encroached upon the previous night that still existed in the darkness of the bedroom.

         His fingertips lightly trace the curve of Thad’s exposed shoulder. He felt how that warm skin, that perpetually warm skin he had learned the speedster simply ran hotter than he did with each day and each touch they shared, contrasted and thawed away at the cold of his hand. Always he was so surprisingly warm and always his cold extremities lingered in his touch.

         'Maybe it was trade off.' Thad had theorized albeit morosely to him after a night they had scuffled outside those four walls as villain and hero. Tim was bandaging his ankle after Thad had bandaged up his ribs in turn. A life of bad for a warm touch that would never leave him. Whether Thad had been talking about his past or his present life of villainy Tim hadn't been sure, but the thought of balance. That maybe there was a natural balance to life, for every bad moment there was a moment of good, that someone out there would do right, and that maybe that balance applied to people as well?...Well, it sounded nice beyond that rational voice in his head.

         This place, maybe like that thought, was a space beyond the rational voice in his head. It was a space that no one but the two of them should have known about. Away from the world heroes, away from villains, from their friends and their enemies, and the prying and judgmental eyes of their real lives. Or so they hoped.

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[metroidspeedrun]

Shipping Tim Drake w Thad is funny in a good way (I'm not against it j hear me out on this) bc imagine how insane they would be together. Like the same Tim who tried to clone his dead bestie and the little guy whose nanny is a little green blob??? They'd be like band kids, forehead-to-forehead at 7 a.m., mumbling about the tech that makes CRAYDL, CRAYDL. Sending each other encrypted love notes. Their movie is Hackers. They listen to 100 gecs at low volume on their over-the-ears headphones (on a splitter). It makes Bart barf.

[lazarusphenomenon]

do it again, do it again...