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shananagin
Claim: Nightwing
Characters/Pairing: Dick, Jason
Rating: PG
Word Count: 317
Prompt: 63. Crossdressing
Summary: Dick's a girl, Jason teases.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written forshiny_glor_chan in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic. Originally posted here.
Jason grinned when he saw Nightwing land a rooftop away. Dick was always good for a laugh. It was way too easy to get his shortpants in a bunch, so to speak.
Jason made his way over and--something was different. It was Grayson in that costume, right? Because from behind it sure looked like a girl.
Eh, he'd figure it out quick enough. "Hey, Nightwing!" he shouted.
Nightwing turned around and... definitely a girl. But the face was definitely Dick's.
Jason couldn't help himself. He cracked up.
Dick scowled at him. "Yes, yes, hilarious." He put his hands on his hips and glared. "Are you done yet?"
"Th- think so," Jason said. Then he burst into laughter again. "M- maybe not," he gasped between laughs.
Dick just sighed and waited for Jason to pull himself together.
"Okay, okay, I'm good," Jason said, still grinning. "What happened, Dick? Or should I say... Dixie? Dinah? Lulu Belle?"
"Try Nightwing, since I'm in costume," Dick said. "It's complicated. Should wear off in about a week."
"You're stuck like this for a week?" Jason cracked up again.
"You know what? I'll just leave," Dick said. He flung himself off the roof and somersaulted over to the next one. He made the landing, though he stumbled a little. "Goddammit, I'm all off balance!"
Jason snorted more laughter and swung over. "You got no idea how much I'm enjoying this."
"You could potentially enjoy it somewhere else." Dick said. "Like I haven't already had to put up everyone else making fun of me. You really need to join in."
"Bet Harper was all over you. Who knows, probably Starfire too."
"Do you have anything useful to add? Because really, I have things I need to do."
"Just one. Smile!" Jason pulled out a camera and snapped a picture before Dick could react. Then he ran away, laughing, as Dick screamed after him.
Title: Batman Will Kill Us
Author:shananagin
Claim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Kon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 469
Prompt: 52. Taboo
Summary: They really shouldn't be doing this.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written foraravistarkheena on comment_fic. Originally posted here.
"This car is the coolest thing ever," Kon said.
Dick glanced at him. "Don't touch the car! Don't touch anything, Kon!"
"But it's so shiny!"
"Yes, and Batman will kill me for letting you touch it." Dick stalked over to him. "And to think I almost didn't believe Tim when he said you needed a babysitter in the Cave."
Kon grinned. "I don't need a babysitter. I just need a ride in this badass car."
"No. We are not driving the Batmobile. Batman. Killing me. Not cool."
"Batman doesn't kill!" Kon gave him an innocent look and slipped into the car.
"Superboy!" Dick glared and grabbed his arm. "Out!"
"What, are you so afraid of the big bad bat that you're not gonna have any fun?" Dick felt something radiate from Kon's arm and all of a sudden he was sprawled inside the car on Kon's lap. The oft-mentioned tactile telekinesis. Right.
Dick maneuvered himself up to a sitting position. Of course, that meant he was straddling Kon, pressed up against the controls of the Batmobile. Luckily, they couldn't be activated by accident, but it wasn't like Superboy knew that. Dick still glared at him.
Kon was eying Dick's mouth in a slightly disconcerting way. "I think--we should--" Dick hadn't noticed Kon getting older, growing up, filling out. Hadn't noticed when Kon's shoulders became so broad and had his eyes always been quite so blue? Why was Dick staring, why were Kon's hands on his shoulders, Dick's breath quickening, he should stop this, get them out of the car, not kiss Kon back, not let his eyes slip shut, not wrap his arms around Dick's neck and shift closer, his head brushing against the roof of the car. And yet, all of this was happening. It was almost surreal, sitting here, in the Batmobile of all things, kissing his brother's best friend. Bruce and Tim would both be furious. And yet, here he was, not breaking the kiss. It was a little too late for regrets anyway.
He finally managed to wrench himself away when he felt something that was suspiciously TTK-like through his crotch. "I-- what are we-- why?"
Kon grinned and reached up to cup Dick's face in a hand. Dick thought about pulling away, but he couldn't quite muster up the willpower. "Few reasons. First, you're crazy hot. I mean, wow. Second, everyone says you're the best kisser in the hero community, and I had to try for myself. And lemme tell you, wow did you live up to the hype."
Dick blinked. "Um. Thank you? Everyone says this? What?"
Kon grinned and leaned forward to kiss him again.
Oh well. He could think it out later. Right now he was a little busy being distracted by Kon's mouth and hands and tactile telekinesis.
Title: Eskimo Attack
Author:shananagin
Claim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Nightwing/Deadpool
Rating: PG
Word Count: 260
Prompt: Fordcu_freeforall: 31. Lips. For marvel_drabbles: 4. Lips.
Summary: ...I don't know how to summarize this. Just look at the pairing, that should be enough to decide if you want to read this or not.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written foraravistarkheena. Originally posted here.
"ESKIMO ATTACK!" Deadpool shouted. He sprung at Nightwing and wrapped his arms around him, smashing their noses together so hard Nightwing's eyes watered in pain.
He shoved Deadpool away. "What the hell was that?" he snapped.
"Well, it was kind of like an Eskimo kiss, but more painful!" Deadpool grinned gleefully at him from under the mask. "Course, if you'd prefer the real kind..."
"I'd prefer if you weren't here at all." Nightwing scowled at him.
"You're so mean to me. Think our relationship could qualify as abusive?"
"Yes, if we had a relationship." Nightwing shifted his stance a little. "You're leaving now."
Deadpool smirked. "What if I don't wanna?"
"Then I remind you how much I enjoy fighting someone I can't kill." Nightwing smirked.
"But you couldn't win. You'll get hurt and not be able to heal from it eventually." Deadpool pushed his mask up over his mouth and smirked. "How's about instead we make out and then I leave peacefully?"
Nightwing glared at him. "Are you kidding?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Deadpool grinned manically.
"...yes, kind of," Nightwing told him.
"Oh." Deadpool shrugged and tackled him, locking their mouths together in a very rough and slightly painful kiss.
Nightwing struggled for a moment, then kissed back. A little later he threw Deadpool off. "Okay, you got your kiss. Are you leaving?"
Deadpool blew him a kiss and smiled flirtatiously. Nightwing could swear there was eyelash fluttering under the mask. "Bye, sweetiekins! See you later!"
"Not if I see you first," Nightwing muttered as Deadpool teleported out.
Title: Trust Me
Author:shananagin
Claim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Barbara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 342
Prompt: 5. Romance/romantic
Summary: Dick has a surprise for Barbara.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written formoontyger here.
"Do you trust me?" Dick grinned.
"What?" Barbara stared at him. "Trust you what?"
"Just trust me." He scooped her up and out of her chair.
"Hey!" Barbara scowled at him. "Put me down, Grayson!"
"Not a chance, Babs." He kissed her gently, then clambered out onto the fire escape.
Barbara sighed and held on as Dick carried her up to the roof. "Should I bother asking what you're doing?"
"Nope. You do trust me, right?" Dick grinned at her.
Babs sighed. "Yes, Dick. With my life."
"And more?"
Babs hesitated, then smiled. "And more."
Dick kissed her again. Without breaking the kiss, he jumped off the roof of the building.
Babs gave a muffled yelp against his mouth, but didn't struggle. She knew that Dick knew what he was doing. She also knew that struggling would be the worst possible way to throw off his timing.
She counted the beats of Dick's heart as they fell. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnine--Dick didn't break the kiss, but he extracted one arm to shoot off a jumpline--fifteensixteenseventeeneighteen--they were swinging--twentyonetwentytwotwentythree--they hit the ground. Barbara broke the kiss and laughed.
"You are insane, Hunk Wonder!" she shouted.
"Thank you." He bowed a little, still holding Barbara, then yanked the jumpline free. He started carrying her back up to their apartment. "Did you like that?"
"Yeah, I loved it!" As soon as Dick put her back in her chair, Barbara kissed him firmly. "What was it for, though?"
Dick shrugged and smiled. "I felt like doing something nice for the woman I love."
Babs smiled back. "Well, it worked. Thanks, Dick. I love you too."
Dick beamed. "And that alone is reason enough to keep doing things like that! What else would you like, m'lady! Tea? Pancakes? Oral sex?"
Barbara shook her head. "I know how bad you are in the kitchen. Let's go for last option." Before he could respond, she was wheeling herself full speed to the bedroom.
He'd surprised her, after all. It was only polite to extend him the same courtesy.
Title: Quiet Evening
Author:shananagin
Claim: Blue Beetles
Characters/Pairing: Bianca Reyes/Alberto Reyes
Rating: G
Word Count: 190
Prompt: 5. Infinite Crisis
Summary: Alberto and Bianca on a night when nothing specifically is going wrong.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Forlady_sarai! Yes, it is posted right here if you want to read it twice.
The best nights were ones like this.
They were on the couch, watching a movie. Bianca was leaning on Alberto's shoulder. Milagro was asleep. The computer to the side was set to alert them if the news started picking up something about the Blue Beetle. But it had been quiet. Jaime was safe, for now at least, and they could enjoy their movie.
But Bianca kept glancing at the computer. What if the news didn't know about the fight? What if the computer wasn't working the way Brenda had said it would? What if Jaime was hurt?
Alberto noticed that she was worried. He hugged her quietly. She sighed a little and hugged back.
"Do you ever wish our son was normal?" she asked quietly. "That we could just have nice, quiet evenings all the time without worrying that Jaime is fighting a supervillain somewhere out there and we don't know about it?"
Alberto was quiet for a moment. He rubbed her arm slowly, then looked at her sadly. "All the time," he said. "But I'm proud of him, too."
Bianca nodded. It was pretty much how she felt, too.
Title: Fighting Aliens is Romantic
Author:shananagin
Claim: Blue Beetles
Characters/Pairing: Paco/Brenda
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Prompt: 18. upheaval
Summary: A date, interrupted by aliens.
Disclaimer: Still not mine, no.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Forlady_sarai! Right here.
"It's worse for Jaime, you know," Brenda said. She punched an alien into the path of Paco's stick. Ouch. Its skin was really rough and kind of hurt her skin.
"Home run!" Paco shouted as he whacked the alien down. "Stay off our planet! Huh?" he glanced up at Brenda.
"The dates getting interrupted thing. I mean, he and Traci have never had a normal date." She backed away from one of the more scaly looking aliens. Crap, she needed to get an alien beating stick for herself.
"Of course, he's got alien armor and she's got magic, so I'm betting their alien fights are usually shorter." Paco whacked the alien attacking her and it whirled around.
"True. Have we called them yet? We could use the back-up." Brenda looked around for something to use to fight the aliens. All she could see was the box of chocolates Paco had brought her. Jerk had eaten a good third of them too. Though not until she'd opened it, at least.
"Yeah, he's on his way." Paco backed away from the alien, using his stick to defend himself.
Oh, what the hell. Brenda grabbed the chocolates and chucked them at the alien.
To her surprise, it screamed. Smoke rose from the parts of his skin that were in contact with the chocolate.
Brenda and Paco stared as it slumped to the ground, dead.
Brenda picked up her phone and called Jaime.
"You're on your way? Good," she said. "Listen, can you stop by a store and get lots and lots of chocolate? Yes, this really is the time. Just trust me. Okay, see you." She picked up the remains of the box. Paco grinned and raised his stick.
They could hold off the alien hordes until Blue Beetle got there.
And the big, scaly aliens were a lot less scary when you knew chocolate was their weakness.
Title: Hiding With Chocos
Author:shananagin
Claim: Blue Beetles
Characters/Pairing: Booster/Beetle
Rating: G
Word Count: 194
Prompt: 12. Loss
Summary: Ted comes across Booster hiding from J'onn.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a thing.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Forfairady, right here.
Ted was only looking for a broom. That was the only reason he'd opened the broom cupboard. He hadn't been expecting to find Booster and a pile of chocos.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Booster shushed him. Ted blinked, then slipped in the broom closet himself and shut the door. He pulled the notebook he always kept in his pocket just in case he came up with an interesting idea and scrawled J'onn? on the first empty page.
Booster grabbed the pad, squinted, then nodded.
Ted grinned and stole a choco. J'onn was known to get very, very angry when people messed with his chocos. Which was, of course, why they did it.
Sure, he could probably avoid getting in trouble if he just grabbed his broom and let Booster take the fall. But he wasn't about to leave his best buddy to take the blame for the crime he'd committed all on his own. Plus, the chocos were delicious, and sitting in the closet and eating them with Booster was more fun than going back to help clean up.
Besides, this way they'd piss off Guy and J'onn! Twice as fun!
Title: Duct Tape
Author:shananagin
Universe: 616
Character/Pairing/Series/Group: Cable/Deadpool
Table #8 - Prompt: 7. hands
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 373
Summary: Wade really has to pee.
Author Note: Forladyames! Right here!
Deadpool would murder Cable. He'd come up to him in his sleep and stab him right in that glowy eye. Or maybe in the regular eye that was all scarred. Or in the chest. SOMEWHERE. There would be some definitely stabbage going on.
But none of that could happen yet because someone had duct taped him to a chair. And that someone was Cable. DUCT TAPE HAD FORSAKEN HIM! Duct tape was his and it was being so cruel and all not-helpful. Wade might cry. Though crying would be unmanly, so he wouldn't while Cable was in the room. AHHHH HE WAS GOING CRAZY KEEPING ALL OF HIS BRILLIANT BABBLE IN.
Cable wasn't even DOING anything. He was just sitting and working. Working isn't cool! Working's just... working! Deadpool glared at him and thought really nasty thoughts. Damn, Cable couldn't read his mind. Why had he always thought that was a good thing?
Also, he really had to pee. Something about duct tape just excited his bladder.
How long had it been? He couldn't see the clock. It had probably been HOURS. No food, no water, no toilet, no talking, if he could die, he probably would soon. Days and days of wordless torture. He was dying. He hoped Cable would give Bea his love when he died. Not like she had a restraining order against Cable. No one would have a restraining order against Cable! Cable was all nice and Messiah-y! Of course, they didn't know he was a bastard who liked duct taping INNOCENT MERCENARIES to chairs in their room.
Oh, wait, Cable was standing up! Was he going to be freed? Hallelujah! Wade would totally act nice and grateful until his hands were free and he could wring his stupid Messiah neck.
He caught a glimpse of his stupid Messiah wrist watch as he started taking the duct tape off his face. An entire half hour! Cable was truly evil. As soon as the duct tape was off his mouth, he opened it to give him a piece of mind, but before he could get anything out, Cable kissed him.
Okay, this was a better way of keeping Wade quiet than the duct tape.
But he still had to pee.
Title: Stalker
Author:shananagin
Universe: DC/Marvel
Character/Pairing/Series/Group: Kon/Wade
Table #8 - Prompt: 8. Hips
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 444
Summary: Wade keeps following Superboy around. It's annoying.
Author Note: Foraravistarkheena. Here.
Kon did not know what to make of the... person who was now following him around. For one thing, he talked more than Bart. For another, he made less sense than Bart. For a third, who the hell was Geoff Johns and what did he have to do with whether or not Kon lived or died?
Whatever. Kon didn't have to deal with this. He finally flew away. There was a nice, quiet beach in Hawaii that he simply loved. It couldn't be reached easily by people who couldn't fly.
Which is why it surprised him when Deadpool got there first.
"You think you're so cool with the flying thing?" he asked. "Well, guess what, I've got a teleportation belt! HA! I totally win!"
Kon scowled. "Why the hell are you following me?"
Deadpool shrugged. "I'm boooored. Also, it's fun."
"You're nuts."
"Yep!" Deadpool smiled so widely Kon could see it through the mask. "So, what now? Do we bone? That's generally where these things go."
"What? What things? What do you think this is, some bad porno? I don't even know what you look like!" He'd tried to see, too. But there was too much lead in the costume.
"I look like Ryan Reynolds." Deadpool grinned. "And I don't think this is a porno, I think it's a fanfic. Same difference, I know, but still!"
"You're deluded," Kon grumbled.
"Yes, yes I am." Deadpool sat down. "So, if we're not gonna bone, what will we do? Have a tea party? I can teleport out and get some scones and Earl Grey!"
"...yeah, that's a good idea." Kon said. "You do that."
Deadpool beamed again, pressed a button, and vanished. As soon as he was gone, Kon flew away. Hopefully he could avoid the strange man if he just flew far enough away.
No such luck. Wade appeared next to him in the air. "Where are we--ahhhhhhhh!" He screamed as he started falling.
Kon debated just letting him fall before reminding himself firmly that it would be Wrong. He flew down and grabbed Deadpool, then flew him gently to the ground.
"That was stupid," he said. Where was the button he'd pushed to teleport? Somewhere on his waist.
"Yeah, but I knew you'd catch me. Plus, it's not like it'd kill me." Deadpool shrugged.
Kon grabbed the belt that looked high tech and used his TTK to break it apart. "You won't be doing it again. See ya!"
He flew away again. Hopefully, that'd do the trick.
Then he heard the words "Bodyslide by two!" and Deadpool was back, along with what looked like Cyborg, but ugly, old, and white.
Kon was doomed.
Author:
shananaginClaim: Nightwing
Characters/Pairing: Dick, Jason
Rating: PG
Word Count: 317
Prompt: 63. Crossdressing
Summary: Dick's a girl, Jason teases.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for
shiny_glor_chan in comment_fic. Originally posted here.Jason grinned when he saw Nightwing land a rooftop away. Dick was always good for a laugh. It was way too easy to get his shortpants in a bunch, so to speak.
Jason made his way over and--something was different. It was Grayson in that costume, right? Because from behind it sure looked like a girl.
Eh, he'd figure it out quick enough. "Hey, Nightwing!" he shouted.
Nightwing turned around and... definitely a girl. But the face was definitely Dick's.
Jason couldn't help himself. He cracked up.
Dick scowled at him. "Yes, yes, hilarious." He put his hands on his hips and glared. "Are you done yet?"
"Th- think so," Jason said. Then he burst into laughter again. "M- maybe not," he gasped between laughs.
Dick just sighed and waited for Jason to pull himself together.
"Okay, okay, I'm good," Jason said, still grinning. "What happened, Dick? Or should I say... Dixie? Dinah? Lulu Belle?"
"Try Nightwing, since I'm in costume," Dick said. "It's complicated. Should wear off in about a week."
"You're stuck like this for a week?" Jason cracked up again.
"You know what? I'll just leave," Dick said. He flung himself off the roof and somersaulted over to the next one. He made the landing, though he stumbled a little. "Goddammit, I'm all off balance!"
Jason snorted more laughter and swung over. "You got no idea how much I'm enjoying this."
"You could potentially enjoy it somewhere else." Dick said. "Like I haven't already had to put up everyone else making fun of me. You really need to join in."
"Bet Harper was all over you. Who knows, probably Starfire too."
"Do you have anything useful to add? Because really, I have things I need to do."
"Just one. Smile!" Jason pulled out a camera and snapped a picture before Dick could react. Then he ran away, laughing, as Dick screamed after him.
Title: Batman Will Kill Us
Author:
shananaginClaim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Kon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 469
Prompt: 52. Taboo
Summary: They really shouldn't be doing this.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for
aravistarkheena on comment_fic. Originally posted here."This car is the coolest thing ever," Kon said.
Dick glanced at him. "Don't touch the car! Don't touch anything, Kon!"
"But it's so shiny!"
"Yes, and Batman will kill me for letting you touch it." Dick stalked over to him. "And to think I almost didn't believe Tim when he said you needed a babysitter in the Cave."
Kon grinned. "I don't need a babysitter. I just need a ride in this badass car."
"No. We are not driving the Batmobile. Batman. Killing me. Not cool."
"Batman doesn't kill!" Kon gave him an innocent look and slipped into the car.
"Superboy!" Dick glared and grabbed his arm. "Out!"
"What, are you so afraid of the big bad bat that you're not gonna have any fun?" Dick felt something radiate from Kon's arm and all of a sudden he was sprawled inside the car on Kon's lap. The oft-mentioned tactile telekinesis. Right.
Dick maneuvered himself up to a sitting position. Of course, that meant he was straddling Kon, pressed up against the controls of the Batmobile. Luckily, they couldn't be activated by accident, but it wasn't like Superboy knew that. Dick still glared at him.
Kon was eying Dick's mouth in a slightly disconcerting way. "I think--we should--" Dick hadn't noticed Kon getting older, growing up, filling out. Hadn't noticed when Kon's shoulders became so broad and had his eyes always been quite so blue? Why was Dick staring, why were Kon's hands on his shoulders, Dick's breath quickening, he should stop this, get them out of the car, not kiss Kon back, not let his eyes slip shut, not wrap his arms around Dick's neck and shift closer, his head brushing against the roof of the car. And yet, all of this was happening. It was almost surreal, sitting here, in the Batmobile of all things, kissing his brother's best friend. Bruce and Tim would both be furious. And yet, here he was, not breaking the kiss. It was a little too late for regrets anyway.
He finally managed to wrench himself away when he felt something that was suspiciously TTK-like through his crotch. "I-- what are we-- why?"
Kon grinned and reached up to cup Dick's face in a hand. Dick thought about pulling away, but he couldn't quite muster up the willpower. "Few reasons. First, you're crazy hot. I mean, wow. Second, everyone says you're the best kisser in the hero community, and I had to try for myself. And lemme tell you, wow did you live up to the hype."
Dick blinked. "Um. Thank you? Everyone says this? What?"
Kon grinned and leaned forward to kiss him again.
Oh well. He could think it out later. Right now he was a little busy being distracted by Kon's mouth and hands and tactile telekinesis.
Title: Eskimo Attack
Author:
shananaginClaim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Nightwing/Deadpool
Rating: PG
Word Count: 260
Prompt: For
dcu_freeforall: 31. Lips. For marvel_drabbles: 4. Lips.Summary: ...I don't know how to summarize this. Just look at the pairing, that should be enough to decide if you want to read this or not.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for
aravistarkheena. Originally posted here."ESKIMO ATTACK!" Deadpool shouted. He sprung at Nightwing and wrapped his arms around him, smashing their noses together so hard Nightwing's eyes watered in pain.
He shoved Deadpool away. "What the hell was that?" he snapped.
"Well, it was kind of like an Eskimo kiss, but more painful!" Deadpool grinned gleefully at him from under the mask. "Course, if you'd prefer the real kind..."
"I'd prefer if you weren't here at all." Nightwing scowled at him.
"You're so mean to me. Think our relationship could qualify as abusive?"
"Yes, if we had a relationship." Nightwing shifted his stance a little. "You're leaving now."
Deadpool smirked. "What if I don't wanna?"
"Then I remind you how much I enjoy fighting someone I can't kill." Nightwing smirked.
"But you couldn't win. You'll get hurt and not be able to heal from it eventually." Deadpool pushed his mask up over his mouth and smirked. "How's about instead we make out and then I leave peacefully?"
Nightwing glared at him. "Are you kidding?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Deadpool grinned manically.
"...yes, kind of," Nightwing told him.
"Oh." Deadpool shrugged and tackled him, locking their mouths together in a very rough and slightly painful kiss.
Nightwing struggled for a moment, then kissed back. A little later he threw Deadpool off. "Okay, you got your kiss. Are you leaving?"
Deadpool blew him a kiss and smiled flirtatiously. Nightwing could swear there was eyelash fluttering under the mask. "Bye, sweetiekins! See you later!"
"Not if I see you first," Nightwing muttered as Deadpool teleported out.
Title: Trust Me
Author:
shananaginClaim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Barbara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 342
Prompt: 5. Romance/romantic
Summary: Dick has a surprise for Barbara.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for
moontyger here."Do you trust me?" Dick grinned.
"What?" Barbara stared at him. "Trust you what?"
"Just trust me." He scooped her up and out of her chair.
"Hey!" Barbara scowled at him. "Put me down, Grayson!"
"Not a chance, Babs." He kissed her gently, then clambered out onto the fire escape.
Barbara sighed and held on as Dick carried her up to the roof. "Should I bother asking what you're doing?"
"Nope. You do trust me, right?" Dick grinned at her.
Babs sighed. "Yes, Dick. With my life."
"And more?"
Babs hesitated, then smiled. "And more."
Dick kissed her again. Without breaking the kiss, he jumped off the roof of the building.
Babs gave a muffled yelp against his mouth, but didn't struggle. She knew that Dick knew what he was doing. She also knew that struggling would be the worst possible way to throw off his timing.
She counted the beats of Dick's heart as they fell. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnine--Dick didn't break the kiss, but he extracted one arm to shoot off a jumpline--fifteensixteenseventeeneighteen--they were swinging--twentyonetwentytwotwentythree--they hit the ground. Barbara broke the kiss and laughed.
"You are insane, Hunk Wonder!" she shouted.
"Thank you." He bowed a little, still holding Barbara, then yanked the jumpline free. He started carrying her back up to their apartment. "Did you like that?"
"Yeah, I loved it!" As soon as Dick put her back in her chair, Barbara kissed him firmly. "What was it for, though?"
Dick shrugged and smiled. "I felt like doing something nice for the woman I love."
Babs smiled back. "Well, it worked. Thanks, Dick. I love you too."
Dick beamed. "And that alone is reason enough to keep doing things like that! What else would you like, m'lady! Tea? Pancakes? Oral sex?"
Barbara shook her head. "I know how bad you are in the kitchen. Let's go for last option." Before he could respond, she was wheeling herself full speed to the bedroom.
He'd surprised her, after all. It was only polite to extend him the same courtesy.
Title: Quiet Evening
Author:
shananaginClaim: Blue Beetles
Characters/Pairing: Bianca Reyes/Alberto Reyes
Rating: G
Word Count: 190
Prompt: 5. Infinite Crisis
Summary: Alberto and Bianca on a night when nothing specifically is going wrong.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: For
lady_sarai! Yes, it is posted right here if you want to read it twice.The best nights were ones like this.
They were on the couch, watching a movie. Bianca was leaning on Alberto's shoulder. Milagro was asleep. The computer to the side was set to alert them if the news started picking up something about the Blue Beetle. But it had been quiet. Jaime was safe, for now at least, and they could enjoy their movie.
But Bianca kept glancing at the computer. What if the news didn't know about the fight? What if the computer wasn't working the way Brenda had said it would? What if Jaime was hurt?
Alberto noticed that she was worried. He hugged her quietly. She sighed a little and hugged back.
"Do you ever wish our son was normal?" she asked quietly. "That we could just have nice, quiet evenings all the time without worrying that Jaime is fighting a supervillain somewhere out there and we don't know about it?"
Alberto was quiet for a moment. He rubbed her arm slowly, then looked at her sadly. "All the time," he said. "But I'm proud of him, too."
Bianca nodded. It was pretty much how she felt, too.
Title: Fighting Aliens is Romantic
Author:
shananaginClaim: Blue Beetles
Characters/Pairing: Paco/Brenda
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Prompt: 18. upheaval
Summary: A date, interrupted by aliens.
Disclaimer: Still not mine, no.
Author's Notes/Warnings: For
lady_sarai! Right here."It's worse for Jaime, you know," Brenda said. She punched an alien into the path of Paco's stick. Ouch. Its skin was really rough and kind of hurt her skin.
"Home run!" Paco shouted as he whacked the alien down. "Stay off our planet! Huh?" he glanced up at Brenda.
"The dates getting interrupted thing. I mean, he and Traci have never had a normal date." She backed away from one of the more scaly looking aliens. Crap, she needed to get an alien beating stick for herself.
"Of course, he's got alien armor and she's got magic, so I'm betting their alien fights are usually shorter." Paco whacked the alien attacking her and it whirled around.
"True. Have we called them yet? We could use the back-up." Brenda looked around for something to use to fight the aliens. All she could see was the box of chocolates Paco had brought her. Jerk had eaten a good third of them too. Though not until she'd opened it, at least.
"Yeah, he's on his way." Paco backed away from the alien, using his stick to defend himself.
Oh, what the hell. Brenda grabbed the chocolates and chucked them at the alien.
To her surprise, it screamed. Smoke rose from the parts of his skin that were in contact with the chocolate.
Brenda and Paco stared as it slumped to the ground, dead.
Brenda picked up her phone and called Jaime.
"You're on your way? Good," she said. "Listen, can you stop by a store and get lots and lots of chocolate? Yes, this really is the time. Just trust me. Okay, see you." She picked up the remains of the box. Paco grinned and raised his stick.
They could hold off the alien hordes until Blue Beetle got there.
And the big, scaly aliens were a lot less scary when you knew chocolate was their weakness.
Title: Hiding With Chocos
Author:
shananaginClaim: Blue Beetles
Characters/Pairing: Booster/Beetle
Rating: G
Word Count: 194
Prompt: 12. Loss
Summary: Ted comes across Booster hiding from J'onn.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a thing.
Author's Notes/Warnings: For
fairady, right here.Ted was only looking for a broom. That was the only reason he'd opened the broom cupboard. He hadn't been expecting to find Booster and a pile of chocos.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Booster shushed him. Ted blinked, then slipped in the broom closet himself and shut the door. He pulled the notebook he always kept in his pocket just in case he came up with an interesting idea and scrawled J'onn? on the first empty page.
Booster grabbed the pad, squinted, then nodded.
Ted grinned and stole a choco. J'onn was known to get very, very angry when people messed with his chocos. Which was, of course, why they did it.
Sure, he could probably avoid getting in trouble if he just grabbed his broom and let Booster take the fall. But he wasn't about to leave his best buddy to take the blame for the crime he'd committed all on his own. Plus, the chocos were delicious, and sitting in the closet and eating them with Booster was more fun than going back to help clean up.
Besides, this way they'd piss off Guy and J'onn! Twice as fun!
Title: Duct Tape
Author:
shananaginUniverse: 616
Character/Pairing/Series/Group: Cable/Deadpool
Table #8 - Prompt: 7. hands
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 373
Summary: Wade really has to pee.
Author Note: For
ladyames! Right here!Deadpool would murder Cable. He'd come up to him in his sleep and stab him right in that glowy eye. Or maybe in the regular eye that was all scarred. Or in the chest. SOMEWHERE. There would be some definitely stabbage going on.
But none of that could happen yet because someone had duct taped him to a chair. And that someone was Cable. DUCT TAPE HAD FORSAKEN HIM! Duct tape was his and it was being so cruel and all not-helpful. Wade might cry. Though crying would be unmanly, so he wouldn't while Cable was in the room. AHHHH HE WAS GOING CRAZY KEEPING ALL OF HIS BRILLIANT BABBLE IN.
Cable wasn't even DOING anything. He was just sitting and working. Working isn't cool! Working's just... working! Deadpool glared at him and thought really nasty thoughts. Damn, Cable couldn't read his mind. Why had he always thought that was a good thing?
Also, he really had to pee. Something about duct tape just excited his bladder.
How long had it been? He couldn't see the clock. It had probably been HOURS. No food, no water, no toilet, no talking, if he could die, he probably would soon. Days and days of wordless torture. He was dying. He hoped Cable would give Bea his love when he died. Not like she had a restraining order against Cable. No one would have a restraining order against Cable! Cable was all nice and Messiah-y! Of course, they didn't know he was a bastard who liked duct taping INNOCENT MERCENARIES to chairs in their room.
Oh, wait, Cable was standing up! Was he going to be freed? Hallelujah! Wade would totally act nice and grateful until his hands were free and he could wring his stupid Messiah neck.
He caught a glimpse of his stupid Messiah wrist watch as he started taking the duct tape off his face. An entire half hour! Cable was truly evil. As soon as the duct tape was off his mouth, he opened it to give him a piece of mind, but before he could get anything out, Cable kissed him.
Okay, this was a better way of keeping Wade quiet than the duct tape.
But he still had to pee.
Title: Stalker
Author:
shananaginUniverse: DC/Marvel
Character/Pairing/Series/Group: Kon/Wade
Table #8 - Prompt: 8. Hips
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 444
Summary: Wade keeps following Superboy around. It's annoying.
Author Note: For
aravistarkheena. Here.Kon did not know what to make of the... person who was now following him around. For one thing, he talked more than Bart. For another, he made less sense than Bart. For a third, who the hell was Geoff Johns and what did he have to do with whether or not Kon lived or died?
Whatever. Kon didn't have to deal with this. He finally flew away. There was a nice, quiet beach in Hawaii that he simply loved. It couldn't be reached easily by people who couldn't fly.
Which is why it surprised him when Deadpool got there first.
"You think you're so cool with the flying thing?" he asked. "Well, guess what, I've got a teleportation belt! HA! I totally win!"
Kon scowled. "Why the hell are you following me?"
Deadpool shrugged. "I'm boooored. Also, it's fun."
"You're nuts."
"Yep!" Deadpool smiled so widely Kon could see it through the mask. "So, what now? Do we bone? That's generally where these things go."
"What? What things? What do you think this is, some bad porno? I don't even know what you look like!" He'd tried to see, too. But there was too much lead in the costume.
"I look like Ryan Reynolds." Deadpool grinned. "And I don't think this is a porno, I think it's a fanfic. Same difference, I know, but still!"
"You're deluded," Kon grumbled.
"Yes, yes I am." Deadpool sat down. "So, if we're not gonna bone, what will we do? Have a tea party? I can teleport out and get some scones and Earl Grey!"
"...yeah, that's a good idea." Kon said. "You do that."
Deadpool beamed again, pressed a button, and vanished. As soon as he was gone, Kon flew away. Hopefully he could avoid the strange man if he just flew far enough away.
No such luck. Wade appeared next to him in the air. "Where are we--ahhhhhhhh!" He screamed as he started falling.
Kon debated just letting him fall before reminding himself firmly that it would be Wrong. He flew down and grabbed Deadpool, then flew him gently to the ground.
"That was stupid," he said. Where was the button he'd pushed to teleport? Somewhere on his waist.
"Yeah, but I knew you'd catch me. Plus, it's not like it'd kill me." Deadpool shrugged.
Kon grabbed the belt that looked high tech and used his TTK to break it apart. "You won't be doing it again. See ya!"
He flew away again. Hopefully, that'd do the trick.
Then he heard the words "Bodyslide by two!" and Deadpool was back, along with what looked like Cyborg, but ugly, old, and white.
Kon was doomed.
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Date: 2009-08-24 11:51 pm (UTC)I also think "stabbage" is my new favourite word <3
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Date: 2009-08-24 11:55 pm (UTC)Also, thaaaaanks. <3
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Date: 2009-08-25 10:14 am (UTC)HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I just died.
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Date: 2009-08-25 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 04:49 pm (UTC)Hee. Cannot blame either one! ;)
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Deadpool grinned manically.
"...yes, kind of," Nightwing told him.
LOL! I love your Deadpool and even though Dick/Wade makes no sense, I love it! =D
Awww, the Dick/Babs one is so cute!
Jaime's parents are awesome and you showed that here nicely!
Of course, they didn't know he was a bastard who liked duct taping INNOCENT MERCENARIES to chairs in their room.
*giggles* Love your Wade!
Ah, Poor Kon can't get rid of 'Pool...but if he looks like Ryan Reynolds, why would he want to?? ;)
Yay for lots of fic! These were great! =D
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Date: 2009-08-25 05:24 pm (UTC)Heh, Dick/Wade is the only pairing I've ever written partially because a character asked (http://shananagin.livejournal.com/106245.html) me to.
Hahaha, Nightwing's a slut. Seriously, who hasn't he had sex with? I'll tell you who, me! (See that, fangirl? Get on it! You've written Slade/Dick fics! Just change the SL to a W and add more talking!)
Of course, why I kept writing it after the initial story... I'm just gonna blame
I'm glad you liked all my fic! Thank you!
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:42 pm (UTC)Thanks for posting.
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Date: 2009-08-26 08:24 pm (UTC)