#timdamiweek2024

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Here are the prompts for Timdami / Damitim week 2024!!

Some quick info and rules:

Tag all works you make for this year’s timdami week with the tag timdamiweek and/or timdamiweek2024.

Tag all fanfic works appropriately. This includes tagging any explicit content and top/bottom dynamics. Please be respectful of other users preferences. And if you do not like something, do not read it.

Late submissions are allowed. There is no time limit, and timdami content is always better late than never :)

Prompts are left up to individual interpretation. You can choose one prompt for any given day, or you can try to combine the two prompts for any given day, it is up to you.

All timdami week works will be reblogged/have the links posted on here. Let me know if I miss any works, and have fun everybody!

[folliesandfolderols]

Recently returned to England from an extended Grand Tour, the Honorable Timothy Drake is immediately called to Stephanie Brown’s aid. To help his childhood companion, the alpha must once again don the disguise he left behind on his travels and play highwayman to recover a family heirloom. However, omega Lord Damian Wayne, the intended victim of Tim’s robbery scheme, is hardly one to simply allow his belongings to be ransacked by a common criminal. From the moment they meet, sparks fly between the two. And soon, their worlds become even more entangled, for the Duke of Gotham has invited Tim to court his youngest son. Now Tim must please a notoriously difficult omega while still working to secretly reclaim Stephanie’s property. As Tim finds himself ever more intrigued, he knows that at some point his deception must be revealed. If only he could find the right way to bare his heart to Lord Damian...

Pairing: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Rating: Teen Words: 27,566

This is my fourth and final fic for TimDami Week 2024! Written for the December 2 prompts "Omegaverse | Identity Porn."

Excerpt under the cut.

The Honorable Timothy Drake checked once more to be certain his mask covered his face and adjusted his grip on his pistol. This wasn’t the first time he’d played highwayman, though it would be the last if all went well tonight. It was the first occasion upon which he’d engaged in such nocturnal pursuits within a day’s ride of London. He’d be damned if his mother caught wind of it at this late date.

Not that the Earl of Bellingham had cared to know what her son and heir did while out of her sight until fairly recently. Raising children was omegas’ work. As long as Tim showed up when summoned and made the appropriate noises until he could escape, Jack Drake considered himself an exemplary parent, and Tim did nothing to disabuse him of the notion, so Janet Drake had been satisfied. However, Tim was lately returned from an extensive voyage, and both his parents were paying closer attention than usual.

His gelding, Redbird, shifted restlessly beneath him and whickered. Tim ran a soothing hand down the proud curve of his chestnut neck. His tack, padded and painted black, made no sound and reflected no light in the full moon. Another risk he’d chosen to take tonight: Redbird could be recognized by someone familiar with his mother’s stable. His blaze was currently covered with a harmless temporary dye Tim had concocted himself to match the rest of his coat, as were his two stockings, but his lines were memorable to anyone with an eye for horseflesh. Fortunately the Bellingham stables were significantly more depleted than they’d been a decade before, and attracted far less interest from outsiders.

Redbird danced to the side a few steps, letting Tim know his impatience with all the standing. He always grew more recalcitrant when Tim approached his ruts, as if the predator within his body signaled the horse to avoid becoming prey. He’d kept his mount fresh and now must pay the price while awaiting his target.

In the distance, a thunderous rumble heralded the well-sprung carriage of the Duke of Gotham, currently making the long journey to Town from his sprawling Yorkshire country estate. Despite the duke’s reputation for dissipation, His Grace would never have traveled on a Sunday. No, this would be his son, Lord Damian Wayne, flouting his reputation as half a foreigner and a whole heathen. Tim preferred circumspection, himself, but he understood the desire to thumb one’s nose at gossip by embracing the accusations. Traveling at night, however, was a particularly foolhardy course of action, as Lord Damian was about to find out.

The heavy cloud cover thinned just enough for Tim to catch a glimpse of Miss Stephanie Brown’s pale skin on the opposite side of the road, mostly hidden under the dark plain clothes they’d both donned for tonight’s exercise in idiocy. She rode a mare so black she nearly appeared purple in the shadows overlaying her coat. Ricochet technically belonged to Bellingham, but Stephanie’s mother managed the country estate’s home farm, and Stephanie herself had as good as raised the animal.

Steph gave Tim a nod of acknowledgement and lifted her pistol, reins gathered in her free hand.

The coach rounded the bend, black with gold appointments muted in the darkness of the night. Tim tapped his spurs to Redbird’s sides. Delighted to finally be given permission to move, the gelding practically leapt to the center of the road and spun in a pirouette just to show off. Stephanie drew abreast of him. Together, they leveled their pistols at the rapidly approaching team of horses and yelled, “Stand and deliver!”

The coach didn’t even slow.

“Tim, what shall we do should they refuse to stop?” Stephanie asked.

“Never worry.” Tim took aim and fired. The coachman’s hat went flying off his head into the night. His horses, a beautifully matched set of pure blacks, did their best to shy and rear at the noise, though their harness largely forbade it. Tim succeeded in his goal; they drew to a halt just before they would have run over their would-be robbers.

The coachman shook his head and called, “You’re mad, th’ both of you! Nowt but pain if you open th’ door. On tha’ own head be it.” The footman sitting next to him grinned without stirring a muscle.

Well, that was a first, as was the lack of armed guards. Tim didn’t dare look at his companion, but he did tuck his spent pistol away and bring out his sword before cantering forward to reach for the coach door.

Before he could open the latch, the door flew wide. He jerked back just in time to avoid being struck in the face, and Redbird stepped back too in startlement, thus saving him from the blade protruding from the inside of the carriage. A wave of frankincense scent poured from the coach, a common masking technique of high-society omegas.

“How pathetic,” purred a silky voice from the dark interior. Polished steel pointed straight at Tim’s nose, growing closer as the person holding the weapon slowly leaned out the door. “Though I must express my gratitude. This trip’s proven deadly dull. Killing you will enliven it considerably.”

Lord Damian disembarked from his carriage with a careless hop and advanced, blade at the ready.

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[vestalao3]

Why on Earth did I embark on a 20 chapter omegaverse Tim/Damian fic before it was an official prompt for TimDami Week 2024?

[timdamiweekofficial]

It’s time to start getting ready for timdami week!

Dates are currently set for Dec 2nd - Dec 8th of 2024.

Submit any prompts you would like included in the voting to my message box. Voting will begin on Oct 31st.

[folliesandfolderols]

Damian started it by hacking Tim's phone. Tim had to take action. The fact that he retaliated by planting a thirst trap on Damian's camera roll isn't important. Except now each of them is making the other one pay by sending him increasingly explicit content. Purely as revenge, of course, nothing else. It's just a prank war, right? Totally doesn't mean anything.

Pairing: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Rating: Explicit Words: 8, 897

Excerpt (sfw) under the cut.

“Dammit, Damian, I told you to stop messing with my phone when I’m in the shower!” Tim yelled from his station at the Batcomputer.

His screen, which currently showed a matte black wall instead of the picture of Bart, Kon, and Cassie he kept as his wallpaper, refused to respond to his fingerprint, eye scan, or 16-character passcode.

Damian called from the floor of the garage, where he was changing the Batmobile’s oil, “If you insist on risking all our secret identities by keeping photos of your superhero friends easily accessed on your civilian devices, you should be prepared for the rest of us to take action, Drake.”

“Okay, one, it’s completely locked down with Bat-tech, and two, they’re in their civvies! No one has ever recognized them!” Tim protested, trying another combination of characters before giving up and plugging a cord into the port. Let the computer hack it.

“That you know of. The clone barely has a civilian ID as it is. He’s wearing a t-shirt with the S-shield on it in the photo, though it’s partially hidden by Allen’s head.” Damian pulled the plug out of the pan and let it fall in the drain tub with a judgmental thunk. “It is a foolhardy thing to do and I won’t allow someone associated with me to continue doing it. The fact that I managed to hack it tells its own tale.”

“You used the Batcomputer’s decryption, which is one hundred percent unavailable to anyone who might want to hurt us,” Tim said, watching the screen as it cycled through possible combinations.

Damian rolled out from under the car and sat up on his creeper while the oil glugged out. “Until it isn’t. The Cave isn’t invulnerable, as you well know. No system is one hundred percent secure. Stop trying to find reasons why your negligence is acceptable and change your information-incontinent ways.”

Tim spun around in his seat and glared at him. “Don’t make it sound like I need to wear brain diapers.”

Oil drained, Damian lay back and rolled under the car again. “I will when you exhibit better security protocols than a moderately knowledgeable infant.”

The computer beeped an alert. Tim picked up his unlocked phone and got ready to engage in the thankless task of updating passwords and authentication for every single app and operation.

It didn’t pay off to give the enemy a heads up, but he silently vowed, This is war.

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[timdamiweekofficial]

Voting time!!

Fill out this form to vote on your favorite prompts for Timdami Week 2024. Choose up to 10 of the prompts, and please only fill out the form once per person.

The official Timdami Week 2024 prompts will be released after one week of voting, on Nov 7th.

May your favorite prompts win!!

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wait I am new to all this but I like this ship so can you tell me roughly what to do?

Gotten a couple different questions so just so everyone knows:

Timdami week is open to both timdami and damitim. Just make sure to tag any works you make for the week accordingly.

As for prompts, there is no limit to how many you can send. My only suggestion is to keep them pretty vague and short/simple so as to leave them up to interpretation. It gives a lot more creative freedom to participants. Examples would be things like “soulmate au” or “vampires”.

All the submitted prompts will be compiled together for voting, and the most popular prompts will get sorted and assigned to specific days of timdami week.

Thank you to everyone who has expressed an interest so far!!

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One more week until timdami week!!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Omega Damian Wayne, Omegaverse Pup Tim Drake, Omegaverse, Identity Porn, Reverse Robins, Damian Wayne is Flamebird, Tim Drake is Not Robin (DCU), Yet!, TimDami Week 2024, Not Beta Read Series: Part 1 of TimDami week 2024! Summary:

When Tim makes a plan to get Flamebird (formally known as Imp) back in good graces with Batman, he only has one goal in mind. So he may… or may not have accounted for all the ways that his plan could go wrong.

Of course that bites him in the ass and everything goes wrong.