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Summary:

Happenstance, coincidence— and now evidence.

Oh, Tim thinks, swallowing hard as the heartbeat inside his chest starts to outrun the one inside his head— the one that is no longer that of a stranger, that no longer belongs to a ghost but to someone made of flesh and blood and unbridled laughter, of sun-kissed skin and obstinacy and ardour. Superboy’s final words to him start echoing through his mind, again and again and again, “Count on it, Wonder! You haven’t seen the last of me!”

Something tells Tim that the other boy might have been right about that.

—in which Tim discovers that he can hear someone else’s heartbeat, and curses his unlucky stars when he figures out that that someone is Kon.

Notes:

whew, i’ve been sitting on this fic for over a year now, ever since my timkon partner-in-crime mel came up with the idea for it. i spent forever trying to make sense of tim’s and kon’s canon timelines (spoiler alert: they make no sense, so i’m sticking as close to canon as i can while also taking some creative liberties to ensure that tim grows up past the age of 17) and planned out five parts, each of which will cover a different era of their lives.

this one is a re-telling of how the two of them meet. i hadn’t planned on posting this just yet because life’s a bit busy rn so i’m not sure when i’ll be able to post the next instalment, but then the wonderful folks over at this year’s timkon week announced that one of the prompts was gonna be soulmates... so here we are.

the insanely cute art you see below was made by one of my favourite humans in the whole wide world— mel, you’re a star. everyone, do yourselves a favour and check it out on tumblr along with all of her other amazing timkon art. and enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter Text

prologue

Kryptonians couldn’t hear the heartbeats of other Kryptonians— with the exception of their soulmate’s; or so the story goes, according to the records that the late Jor-El had inserted into the unbeating Heart of Clark’s ship. What Jor-El couldn’t have told Clark was that the universe, thrown for a loop by the destruction of Krypton and its once populous race, made the split-second decision to assign its only survivor a soulmate on Earth instead; or that decades later, it would be forced to repeat its decision when it detected another Kryptonian heartbeat on Earth.

It’s a cosmic joke in its truest form then that all human heartbeats are deafening to Kryptonians and Half-Kryptonians alike, rendering the pursuit of their soulmate a near impossible feat; and that their two human soulmates — who can hear their heartbeats and theirs alone — just so happen to belong to a rare species of human whose compulsion to harbour secrets is without rival.

Destined never to find one another, this is the story of a lonely bird and his lonelier clone boy… who never gave a shit about destiny anyway.