What's in a name? (museofspeed) wrote,
What's in a name?

Writing Chat Ficlets!

Writing Chat Thingy! Again, find all of these, and other awesome things (hi axolotl_lan and geministar01!) here. I'm again skipping wordcounts because they're all really freaking short.

Title: Incredibly Bored
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Bart/Tim/Kon
Rating: R
Notes: This one might be fleshed out someday. But not soon, most likely.

"I'm bored!" Bart shouted. "Bored bored bored bored bored!"

"Good for you," Tim said dryly, trying to ignore him. He had to analyze this chemical sample. As soon as possible, Batman had told him.

Which was much more difficult when Bart was hovering practically on his shoulder. "What's that?" he asked.

"I'm trying to figure that out," Tim said. "Go bother Kon."

Bart pouted. "Fine," he said. "Kon!" And he was gone.

Finally, blessed silence. Tim jotted down notes about the chemical. He felt he was almost at a breakthrough when -

"Yeah, sounds like him," Kon said, flying into the room.

"See? He's acting boring." Bart pointed at Tim. "He's doing stuff."

"Stuff for Batman," Tim said. "Go away."

"But I'm bored!" Bart whined again.

"Kon, help Bart pass the time," Tim ordered.

"Sure, but are you sure you don't want to help?" Kon asked. Tim wasn't looking at him, but he could feel the smirk.

"I'm busy," Tim said shortly.

"All right, Bart. Come on."

"What are you...oh..."

Tim very determinedly did not turn around, even as he heard the two of them kissing. Even when he heard the quiet sound of Kon's zipper being pulled down.

But the moans were too much. And it wasn't like he was able to focus on analyzing anything anyway. "To hell with that," he muttered. He very carefully put the cover over the petri dish and put the microscope and the chemical away. Then he leaped over the couch and kissed Kon as he came.

Title: Welcome to the Team
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Characters: Charlie, Babs
Rating: PG

"Misfit?" Barbara said, poking her head into Charlie's room. "Meet me in the computer room in five minutes. In costume."

"Why?" Charlie asked, bouncing up. "Do I finally get to go on a mission?"

But Barbara was already gone

Charlie pulled on her costume in a rush and bounced into Barbara's computer room.

"I'm here Ba - Ms. Gordon," she said. "What d'you want me to do?"

"This is for you," Barbara said, holding out a communicator.

"Really? Does this mean - "

"Yes." Barbara smiled. "Welcome to the Birds of Prey, Misfit."

"Yeeee!" Charlie squealed. "Uh, can I hug you?"

Barbara smiled. "Yes, I guess so. But quickly."

"Quickly? Why?" Charlie asked, giving her a tight hug.

"I have an urgent mission that needs you."

"Really? Wow!" Charlie grinned. "What do I have to do?"

"Do you think you could bounce to Gotham? Robin's sent out a distress signal and I need you to take this lock picking set and help him in any way you can."

"Wow," Charlie said again. "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

Barbara handed her the picks. "Oh, and Charlie?"


Barbara smiled. "My friends call me Babs."

Title: Headache
Fandom: Green Lantern
Characters: Guy/Hal
Rating: PG

If Hal were to choose one sight to wake up to, it would probably not be Guy's face, looming far too close and looking anxious.

Of course, as soon as Guy noticed he was awake, the anxiety melted back into his usual sneer.

"Wha - " Hal said. "What happened?"

"Hit on the head," Guy said, sitting back and helping Hal to pull himself up. "Geeze, cantcha go one day without bein' hit on the head?"

"I've gone days without being hit on the head!" Hal said indignantly.

"Oh yeah? Name one."

Hal rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't keep track."

Guy smirked.

"That doesn't mean they haven't happened!"

"Uh huh. Look, you're obviously okay. I've got things to do, people to see. You gonna be able to get home on your own?"

"Sure," Hal said.

"Right, then I guess I'm goin', then." Guy flew up.

"Guy, wait!" Hal said.

Guy hovered above him. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for keeping an eye on me."

Guy blushed a little. "It wasn't a big deal," he said. "Anyone woulda done it."

"Still, thanks."

Guy shrugged. "You're welcome, I guess. See ya later!"

Hal watched him fly off and wondered about the blush.

Title: Flying
Fandom: Harry Potter/Young Justice
Characters: Kon/Sirius
Rating: PG-13

"Dude, your motorcycle's flying."

Sirius looked over at Superboy and blinked. "You're flying."

"Yeah, duh. How's the motorcycle flying?"

"How are you flying?"

"Duh. Tactile telekinesis. It's kind of a thing."

"Uh, okay. Is that like magic?"

"Not really. It's like...cloning. C'mon, is it like l'il Lobo's motorcycle? It doesn't look as evil."

"It's not evil! It's brilliant! Who's L'il Lobo?"

"Teammate of mine. He's kind of a de-aged homicidal alien who killed everyone on his planet."

"Er," Sirius said.

"It's okay, he's cool."

"Sounds evil."

"Maybe a little," Kon admitted.

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yeah, he's not as bad as he sounds. Mostly."


"Anyway," Kon said. "Motorcycle? How does it work?"

"Uh, magic."

"No shit?"


"Wow," Kon said. He thought about that for a moment. "That is so hot."

"Yeah, pretty much, yeah. Do you have any idea how many girls I've gotten with this thing?"

"How about guys?"

"One so far." Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Want to help me change that?"

"Ever joined the Mile High Club?"

"What's that?"

"It's kinda like this," Kon said, straddling the motorcycle. "We do it in the air."

"Do it? Shag?"

"Pretty much," Kon said. He grinned and kissed Sirius.

Title: Not Enough Time
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Booster/Ted, Tora
Rating: PG

"No!" Booster shouted. "Ted! You can't die!"

"I have to," Ted said. "Don't you get it, Boost? Everything's wrong...because I'm alive."

"That's not why! We can fix this! We can - "

"No, this has to be it. I've gotta do this."

"I need you, Ted," Booster said, grabbing his wrist. "The only thing that kept me sane these past few weeks was knowing I was going to rescue you!"

"Booster - "

"No, listen to me, Ted. I - I love you. I don't care if you hate me now that I told you, but I can't live without you. I need you, Ted. You're my anchor."

"Booster. Look, I c - LOOK OUT!" He pulled Booster out of the way of one of Black Beetle's blasts. "This is not the time to talk about this! Booster, I need to fix this. I'm sorry. Find someone who'll love you back, Booster, it's not me."

"I - "

Ted wrenched his hand out of Booster's and dived into the timestream and everything went white...

Booster went to find Tora when he woke up in the proper timeline.

"Tora," he said, barely holding in tears. "I miss Beetle."

"Tell me," she said.

Booster told her what had happened.

"And he said he didn't love you?" Tora asked, chewing her bottom lip.

"Y-yeah, but - I don't know how I can live without him. Even if he doesn't. Even if he hates me."

"That's the thing, though. He does. He told me all the time, back then, that he didn't know what to do because you didn't love him."

Title: Bet You'd Bottom
Fandom: Marvel
Characters: Cable/Deadpool
Rating: PG-13

"Man, I hate fragments," Wade said, pulling a sliver of rock from his skin. "Would it have killed ya to extend your telekinesis thingymagig around me?"

"You'll live," Nate said.

"Yeah, but it still stings."

Nate sighed. "Here," he said. All of the rock fragments flew out of Nate at once.

"OWW!" Wade pouted. "I've never bought that quick is painless. I always pull off bandaids really slowly."

"You don't need bandaids."

"But they're pretty!"


"That's better!" Wade stretched as his skin knit back together. "Can ya fix my costume too?"


"Can't or won't?"

"There's not enough material left for me to fix it."

"Either that or you enjoy me half naked. Is that it? Huh? Huh?"

"Of course, Wade," Cable said dryly.

"Y'know, if you wanted to ravage me, all ya had to do was ask. But, uh, I don't bottom."

"Sure you don't."

"No, really, I don't!"

Cable smirked. "Wanna bet?"

"How much are we betting?"

"Kitchen duty for a month."

"And what do I get if I win?"

"You won't win. But I'll give you a hundred bucks."

"Oooh, money. Okay!"

"I hate you," Wade said later. "I hate you so much. You're lucky my ass healed so fast. Otherwise I'd have to kill ya."

"Just keep scrubbing those pots," Nate said cheerfully. "Of course, I might be willing to make another bet to get you out of it tonight..."

"You are on!" Wade said.

"But that's tonight. Finish those dishes!"

Wade wet the sponge again and grumbled.
Tags: barbara gordon, bart allen, bart/kon/tim, charlie gage-radcliffe, chat writing, guy gardner, guy/hal, hal jordan, kon-el, kon/sirius, micheal carter, mike/ted, nate/wade, nathan dayspring askani'son summers, sirius black, ted kord, tim drake, tora olafsdotter, wade wilson
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