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Dicktim Week 2024

Day 1 : Undercover as a Couple 🌸 Omegaverse 🌸Hades and Persephone AU

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[sasheneskywalker]

we as fans need to put more actual incest into batcest.

most of the time when i read fics with batcest ships it's "they've never regarded each other as brothers anyway" or "their relationship irrevocably changed while they were away from each other and now they don't see each other as father and son" or "they were never adopted in this au" or "the incestuous nature of their relationship will never be mentioned by anyone or explored in any meaningful way".

where are the fics where the characters see themselves as both siblings/parent and child and lovers at the same time? where one of them had a crush on the other and it never went away even though their relationship transformed into a more brotherly one? where there're complicated family dynamics intertwined with romantic/sexual relationships? where there's slow burn and denial of feelings because of social norms? where there's guilt, anger, horror and other emotions the character experiences when they realize they have very inappropriate feelings for someone?

give me scenarios where siblings have to go undercover as a couple. where they have to share a very small bed and huddle naked for warmth. where they're overcome with an instinctual urge to mate with each other in omegaverse world. where the universe decided they're romantic soulmates despite being perceived by society as father and son. where they find themselves in a fuck or die situation with each other.

i just think it'd make the relationships much more interesting and complex.

[kaciart]

Day 22 Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

@whumperless-whump-event

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[freakylover]

TOP Dick Grayson "Nightwing" ships on AO3

1.-Dick Grayson/Jason Todd (8685)

2.-Dick Grayson/Wally West (4201)

3.-Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne (3092)

4.-Dick Grayson/Koriand'r (3084)

5.-Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (2820)

6.-Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson (2700)

7.-Dick Grayson/Tim Drake (1691 fics)

8.-Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne (1400)

9.-Dick Grayson/Roy Harper (932)

10.-Dick Grayson/Raven (560)

This list doesn't include fanfics tagged with Dick Grayson/Reader.

Please don't comment hate messages, this post is purely informative. I don't want my notifications to be filled with ship wars/hate in general :ccc

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[takemetomyfragiledreams]

This is a wip about banshee!Tim gradually adopting all the bats and keeping them alive. It has the possibility to be an eventual Robin pile but I haven't fully decided on where it'll go. The original intention was to eventually have it be damitim but honestly it could go jaytim, dicktim or just robin pile. If you have a preference I'm all ears.

Talia becomes aware of her father’s shadow at the age of five. A boy with skin so white she half expects him to be translucent and eyes so frigid they put the winter sky to shame. He lingers in shadows and darkened corners, ever silent and ever watching. Her father never mentions him, not even when he perches on the arm of his throne or steals bits of meat from his plate. She half thinks she’s crazy for the first thirteen years of her life but doesn’t once dare to ask. Secrets get you killed in this world and this is one she’s not willing to die for.

He never speaks to her. Never seems to speak to anyone. He’d be an afterthought if his presence wasn’t so alien. 

At the age of thirteen, the night before her first solo mission, she wakes to find him sitting on the edge of her bed. No scream comes; she’s learned the only one she can depend on is herself. 

He touches a finger to his lips and she remains silent as the guards outside walk past. When the lights from under the door fade, he speaks for the first time. 

“Tomorrow, you’re going to die.” 

Talia’s hand curls around the blade beneath her pillow. “Is this a threat?” 

“A fact.” His face is cold, emotionless. It’s like looking into the depths of a still pool; all she sees is herself staring back. “You will die many times in this world and you will pay dearly for your return.” 

“The pit,” she understands. 

“If you’re smart, you’ll start saving what pieces of yourself you have left. You’ll need them one day.” He stands. Instead of opening the door, she watches as he finds tiny handholds in the stone of her wall and begins to climb to the ceiling. There’s a small hole six meters up, where the smoke of her fires can escape. It’s barely big enough for his head.  

“Who are you?” She calls as loud as she dares. 

“When the time comes, I will scream for you. Follow the sound back.” 

He vanishes out the hole like smoke, body contorted into impossible shapes. Talia lays down and stares up at that dark maw of space until her eyes blur and droop. 

Three days later she can’t stop the sword from cutting through her chest. She slices through her enemy but it’s too late. Her knees fall out from under her as her mouth opens in a silent cry. 

Across the room, she sees a boy’s eyes turn from icy blue to black as his mouth contorts into the shape of a horrific scream; the sound rings in her ears long after it’s over. 

It’s the last thing she hears as she dies and the first she hears as she comes gasping from the Pit, naked and shaking as her heart restarts in her chest. 

He stands in the shadows when her father holds a hand out. Always watching. Waiting.

This repeats twenty times in the span of a hundred years. Twenty times in which she dies to a scream and returns to one. And then it stops. 

He’s sitting in front of a machine, eyes big as he presses his palms to the glass. She feels something sick in her stomach but cannot place just what it means. Motherly instinct? The desire to whisk her growing child out of sight and away from this creature no one ever seems to talk about. 

“His name,” he says, “what will you call him?” 

The last thing she wants to do is tell him. Still, she cannot stop herself. 

“His name is Damian.” 

“Damian,” he sighs, croons, growls. “Damian Wayne-al Ghul.”

She never told him who the father was. 

The day Damian is born is the day she loses him, if she ever had him in the first place. It’s in the way he looks past her to stare into the shadows; the way his nose scrunches and his lips curl in delight; the way he waves his grasping hands and the way she cannot stop him from leaving her arms. 

“Tim,” he babbles up at the monster that has dogged her life and death. She didn't even know he had a name to give.

Damian giggles and pats at a pale cheek with his own colored fingers. “Tim!” 

Tim smiles a ghastly, jagged sort of smile down at him. It’s like watching someone learn how to feel for the first time; unnatural, yet impossible to look away from. There’s color in his face for the first time, a light in his eyes like the first thaw of spring. 

“Damian,” he says like it’s something reverent, something holy. It’s the level of devotion a prince deserves but she cannot find it in herself to be pleased. 

It’s then that she acknowledges the bitter truth: Tim scares her in a world where she is not meant to be afraid of anything. He’s the only being she fears save perhaps her father and he’s looking at her son like he hung the stars.

What bitter irony. 

For the first time, she comes to him. He’s standing just outside Damian’s room, looking in like there’s nothing he wants more and less than to go inside. 

“Normally you’re inseparable. What is it?”

He’s silent for so long that she half convinces herself he’s an illusion. 

“I’m leaving.” 

Talia blinks. He’s never left once; not that she’s aware of. “Leaving?”

“If I stay, he won’t turn into the boy he needs to be to survive what’s coming.” Tim turns almost human eyes on her. He looks drawn and tired. “I won’t be able to let you hurt him.” 

“I would not—"

“You would. You know nothing else.” 

They stand together, staring at the closed door in mutual contemplation. Finally, Tim sighs. 

“You’ll do your best to kill the good in him, but remember death is never permanent. Not for an al Ghul. Do more than that and I’ll come for you. I don’t care what destiny says.” 

Talia’s hands itch for her knives, but she does not reach. She knows better. “When will you return?” 

“When I’m needed.” He turns to meet her eyes, small but oh so fierce. “Teach him well, Talia. Show him what he needs to know to survive.” 

He’s gone before she can respond. They both know she will do nothing less. 

(Still, he scares her; Talia al Ghul is not meant to be afraid of anything.) 

[colorcolorcat]

Caught wayne bros who escape from the party

[necrotic-nephilim]

Tim's unternet suit really is the most glaringly obvious hero worship/crush for Dick thing he ever has. in the unternet, where Tim's subconscious creates what he is. that's the suit his brain comes up with? something so clearly derivative of Nightwing? down to the *finger stripes*?

red robin #19

this is gay as hell. the reason Tim can't wear this soul irl is bc the first thing he would do is jerk off in it. and he couldn't handle the embarrassment of Dick seeing how similar it is. if DC ever made this Tim's official suit the first thing they would have to do is make Tim and Dick fuck in it. i'm so close to writing that fic i won't lie.

[scarareg]

Dick and Kon both have black hair, white skin and blue eyes. Both are slim yet muscular. Both 178cm (5'10") tall. They both are super kind, friendly, outgoing, extroverted, intelligent and jokesters, but they wear those qualities as a mask because low-key they are afraid of being left alone and are people pleasers. Both feel a deep need to prove themselves and have a complex relationship with their father figures. What I am trying to say is Tim has a type

[vellaphoria]

Dick from another universe should appear and try to woo Tim <3

And make native Dick realize his feelings / what he's about to lose

(*evil laughter in the distance* ) Can I interest you in a WIP I may or may not have with Tim/Earth-3!Dick? <.<

The knife presses into Tim's throat, breaking the skin just enough that he feels a line of hot blood welling up around the blade.

Deathwing grabs his hair, pulling it roughly as he forces Tim's head and stares at his handiwork.

This is a darker part of Gotham. One where half the street lights are busted and the other half flicker uselessly. But his head is tipped back at just the right angle that flickering of the light above them catches his face, illuminating it.

The pressure on the knife lessens, just a little.

There's a quiet, stifled gasp in front of him. 

"Tim?" Deathwing asks, and a voice that's quiet and barely there. If Tim didn't know better, he'd say that it wavered. Just a little.

The hand in his hair loosens. The knife clatters to the ground, forgotten.

Gauntleted hands frame his face with a gentleness that's almost shocking.

"You look just like him," he says, barely above a whisper.

It's all he manages before he starts to collapse. 

Tim moves before he can think about it, catching him in his arms. It's not unlike supporting his own Dick's weight after a difficult fight.

Something about Deathwing's abdomen feels off. But he isn't in a position that lets Tim see what it is.

Mostly he sags against him, tucking his head against Tim's shoulder.

"What the fuck?" Tim hisses, mostly to himself.

"I give up," Deathwing says. "I surrender. Whatever it is you need to hear. Just… let me have this, for a moment. You don't know how much I've missed you. Him. Whichever."

His voice sounds faint and reedy. His arms feel oddly weak as they come to wrap around Tim. 

When Tim manages to get a hand free, there's enough light to see that it's slick with blood.

This isn't Deathwing’s first fight of the night. And whoever came before Tim must have gotten the better of him.

"Let you have what?" Tim asks.

"You. Just… let me hold you for a moment before you kill me.'

"We don't kill."

Deathwing laughs against his skin. "That does explain why you were pulling your blows…"

When he coughs, it's strong enough to shake the both of them. 

"Before I die, then."

"You're not going to die. I… I have a safe house nearby. I can patch you up."

"Even after I tried to kill you?"

"You're not the first. You probably won't be the last, either."

Deathwing tenses at that, but he keeps holding on. 

[livingtobethevillain]

Reaching out to people who you think are cool is so fucking nerve wracking 😭😭😭

Its like-I just want to chit chat about my special interests with someone who shares the enthusiasm 😭🙏 is that too much to ask?

Also trying to find someone who isn't like-really judgy is unfortunately difficult too. Not even just talking about ships and whatnot. But like-god forbid you like some purely fanon stuff cause some people will fucking crucify you over it.

[n1ightw1ng]

yessss Timmy drake you can collar your big brother and keep him in the cellar where no one but you will find him!!!! you'll keep him so so safe and he'll love getting on his knees for you 🥰🥰🥰

[sasheneskywalker]

[yaderyngoch]

Hello I'd like to offer this to the DickTim shippers. I don't go here but I feel like those who do would enjoy this.

[freakylover]

TOP Tim Drake "Red Robin/Drake" ships on AO3

1.-Tim Drake/Jason Todd [7097 fics]

2.-Tim Drake/Conner Kent [5706 fics]

3.-Tim Drake/Dick Grayson [1700 fics]

4.-Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown [1475 fics]

5.-Tim Drake/Damián Wayne [1459 fics]

6.-Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd [1221 fics]

7.-Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne [735 fics]

8.-Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng [631 fics]

9.-Tim Drake/Ra's al Ghul [519 fics]

10.-Tim Drake/Roy Harper [260 fics] [1,2%]

This list doesn't include fanfics tagged with Tim Drake/Reader or Polyships.

Please don't comment hate messages, this post is purely informative. I don't want my notifications to be filled with ship wars/hate in general :ccc

[rottenapricots]

Dicktim forehead smooches