Bite Sized Bits of Fic

any, any, too frakking hot

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Rain may not singe his skin in the human realm, but if any place should be called "boiling", it's Gravesfield. The line between here and home is so thin, with what little is left of it rapidly melting away beneath the cruel sun, that Hunter wonders if somehow, in a way that even he couldn't have foreseen, Belos had won.

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Oh very nicely done. Poor Hunter. Thank you very much

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any, any, annoyed

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Bruce could give her unlimited access to the Bat credit card and it still wouldn't be anywhere close enough to justify baby-sitting Damian.

And yet you still do it...

She shook the thought away. One day, she'd learn how to finally say no to Bruce. Perhaps today was that day. After all, what could be a better catalyst than this?

"You know that's illegal, right? As far as the state is concerned, raccoons aren't pets."

"That law," Damian replied, not even looking her way as she spoke, "means little to me." He continued staring at a dumpster and holding out a half-eaten cheeseburger in his hands. "Especially when there's a poor creature forced to eat garbage involved."

"You found that on the ground!"

"It'll be the last leftover he's ever forced to eat!"

Stephanie let out a long breath of air. She had half the mind to march over and pull him away by his ear. But the other half of her mind, the part that looked before she leaped, knew that that doing so was just asking for a black eye and chipped tooth, if not worse.

"We're the good guys, remember? It's our job to follow the rules."

Damian turned, shooting her a glare that might have stung if it had come from someone without a baby face.

"Besides, what will the bat say?"

"Perhaps something worth listening to."

More rustling came from inside the nearby dumpster.

"What about Alfred? If anyone will have a fit, it's him."

He was always going on about all the colorful characters he was already stuck dealing with in his life, wasn't he?

"He'll understand!" Damian's voice cracked as he spoke. "I can convince him."

"Can you?"

This time, it was Oracle who spoke. Despite how frequently her voice crossed Stephanie's ears, she couldn't stop her shoulders from stiffening at the sudden sound.

"I could put him on the line for you. I'm sure he'll just love your new little friend."

Damian's fists tightened. A bit of the cheeseburger he was holding broke off and bounced against the concrete below.

"For good guys," Damian said, "you both have no difficulty being cruel."

Stephanie rolled her eyes. Would he be like this all night?

"Can we hurry up and get back to patrol?" Maybe the kid would feel better if he had something to punch!

"If you insist." And with that, Damian took a running leap into the night.

Stephanie stood back, watching him. "Thanks, O."

"No problem. You aren't the only one who thought his idea was ridiculous. Still, it would have been fun to hear from Penny One, wouldn't it?"

"The poor guy's already got enough on his plate tonight."

Giving the alley one last glance, Stephanie pulled out her grappling hook.

Edited Date: 2023-08-24 04:13 am (UTC)

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Oh this was a fun exchange (No Damian raccoons do not make good pets) I do like why he tried though. I would have loved to see what Alfred would have said. Thanks

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any, any, too tired for this

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creepy_shetan

"One more time... Where are you from?"

"The future."

"That's not a place."

"All of this? Makes a place, right?"

"Right..."

"Now... Imagine it older and without you."

"Why, you--"

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that was fun, thanks

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The Boondocks Saints, Murphy MacManus, exhaustion

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Some days it was all too much for Murphy. Carrying the weight of redemption protection on his shoulders was more than one weary and worn man should have to bear.

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Murphy being a sensitive person, I can see how he would feel the weight of responsibility like this.

Thank you for the fill!

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I'm so glad you liked it.

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MCU, Natasha Romanov/Pepper Potts, soup

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Ouran High School Host Club, Ootori Kyouya/Suoh Tamaki, anniversary

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Tamaki was sure Kyouya would forget. After all, he was not the sentimental type. But he forgot that Kyouya is the strategist type and remembering anniversaries was a good one.

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Perfectly IC for both of them. :)

Thank you!

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Thank you! It was fun to revisit these two.

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Author’s choice, any character(s), embarrassment

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Hunter thought he knew all he needed about bullying. Camila helped him to see Belos was abusive and he’d locked Belos’s words away. The coven heads had tried their best too, mocking him for being so young, for earning his place because he was Belos’s nephew, not because he was any good at his job. That had always rolled right off his back except for the few times it had come from Darius.

What he had never felt was embarrassed, until now, until he finally attended school. Boscha mocking his scars filled him with embarrassment. He’d always seen them as the story of his life. Now he felt ugly until his team rallied around him and Willow whispered, “Ignore her.”

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It sounds like Hunter has had really tough life. I'm glad he has some people in his life now who care about him.

Thank you for the fill!

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Thanks. Yes Hunter, at the core of it, was an abused and neglected boy turned into a child soldier by his uncle

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Any, any, a character buys her/himself a little treat

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drabblewriter

A shop near Leon's local airport has ridiculously expensive (and ridiculously delicious) gourmet donuts. For every mission he survives, he treats himself to one. Today, he gets an entire box.

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Any, any, weird food cravings

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(Characters aged up about 12 years post series)

Hunter found Willow in his workshop, sawdust in her hands, a look of pure bliss on her face. “You’d better not be eating those!”

“Inhaling the scent but they are tempting me!”

Hunter was never going to understand pregnancy cravings. Titan knew why Willow would want to eat the sawdust but he was glad she stopped herself at sniffing them. As a carver, he had dust everywhere. He put a bag of her cravings –straight from the human realm- on the table in front of her along with a plate and butter knife. Was this better than her pulled pork-ice cream craving? He still refused to tell her his sympathetic pregnancy had him chowing down hot honey-pepperoni-jalapeno pizzas every time he popped over to the Noceda’s to get her weird food.

Willow pulled him in for a kiss, their baby kicking him through her belly. As he sat next to her, she pulled apart the first slice of American cheese and slathered it with chocolate frosting. She moaned a little as she ate. He primed more slices. Pregnancy was insane.

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Any, any, witty banter

Edited Date: 2023-08-22 04:09 am (UTC)

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The X-Files, Dana Sculley & any, dealing with being asked for unprompted medical advice

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“Hey Scully!”

Scully stopped her trip across the bullpen, turning to Agent Funk who’d called out to her. “What’s up? I have to meet Mulder.”

Funk waved her off. “He can wait a sec. You’re a doctor, right?”

Scully bit back the groan, knowing where this was going, where it had gone so many time before. “Yes,” she replied cautiously.

“Any idea what this is?” Funk tugged his shirt up, exposing his belly with total disregard to where they were and her lack of desire to see it.

Annoyed, she flicked her gaze down and widened her eyes in mock horror. “I think you should get that looked at. If that’s what I think it is…is it over your scrotum too?”

“My…uh.” Funk flushed.

“It can be contagious too.”

He let his shirt flap down. I’ll get it checked.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Smirking Dana continued downstairs, relating it to Mulder.

“What horrible thing did you let him think he has?”

“I didn’t lie. It’s tinea from the heat and it is contagious. Maybe he’ll think before asking next time.”

(And seriously this has happened to me so many times. I'm a doctor)

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Blech! Poor Sculley (and you)!

Edited Date: 2023-08-22 04:05 am (UTC)

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thanks. Not gonna lie, it's gotten worse now that I teach (omg keep your clothes on, do you want me to get fired)

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Hannibal, Hannibal/Will, kiss

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any, "I need to poop!"

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