[Fic] GlitterBomb
Title: Glitter Bomb
Characters: Conner Kent, James Kent, Jon Kent II, Matt Kent, Martha Kent
Warnings: References to heterosexist behaviour, language
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kent family, or anything to do with the Superman family, however the take on the three clones from the last arc of pre-boot Teen Titans is something I came up with.
Summary: Glitter sticks to everything.
Jon really, really hoped he could explain this with 'Christmas crafts'.
He wasn't the only one sparkling, but he was certainly the one people would notice.
This was all Matt's fault. He'd gotten in that stupid fight with Clark, and decided the best way to get back at him was to make a costume that mostly consisted of covering himself with body glitter.
Now it was stuck to everything. Embedded in the soap, on the couch, all over the floor, in the laundry....
And so, Jon glittered. And sparkled... and shimmered.. and any other word one could use to describe this horrible level of razzle-dazzle.
He was not pleased. Even picking at it with TTK only helped so much. He could get most of it off, and then end up with it all finding him again. Or worse yet, mixing with his aura and making it visible.
“What the hell was in that stuff?” Conner picked a few pieces of sparkle off of his sleeve, as if the sleeve itself wasn't positively coated.
Matt shrugged, he didn't really mind. The Glitter went all right with his current outfit... somehow the gold had even faded to a sort of silver that worked with his darker makeup.
“How did you get it in the shampoo?” Jon scowled deeply as James pointed out to him that he had glitter stuck in his chin fuzz.
“I don't know what you're complaining about, you all have never looked snazzier.” Matt's grin grew wider as he took a drink of coffee.
Ma covered her mouth with her hand, looking a bit sheepish as she tried not to laugh. She was covered in sparkles, too, but on her it looked cute. Exactly like a lovely old woman who'd been working on something glittering and pine scented.
“Pine. That's it. Maybe if I smell like pine people will accept Christmas Crafts as an excuse.” Jon muttered absently to himself.
James laughed, “I think most folks'll accept 'live with Matt' as an excuse.”
“For you maybe.” Jon wrinkled his nose, and sighed as the feeling of amusement and playful annoyance drained from the room, the implications had hit and Matt was starting to feel guilty.
Matt revelled in being the oddball. The 'boy in a dress', the man with the makeup. If anyone argued it, he had no problem arguing right back. James and Conner? They were big, tough looking, and James' friendly laid-back attitude made him difficult to dislike. Jon was the queer kid. The easy victim who, if he showed up covered with sparkle, it would be an issue. Even if his brothers happened to be equally coated.
“Man, just fuck those guys if they give you shit.” Matt drawled, though he winced when he noticed the look Ma was giving him. “Uh, sorry, I mean... just ignore it, Jon?”
“Yeah, those guys are jerks, if they give you trouble, just ignore 'em, they aren't worth your time.” Conner patted him on the back and smiled encouragingly.
“I... yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean it like... yeah. Thanks guys...” Jon mumbled, Conner went to grab their bags for school and James wrapped an arm around his shoulders, casual but affectionate.
“It'll be okay.” He ruffled Jon's hair, bringing forth a sparkling spray.
“If not, we'll just glitter-bomb the class.” Matt chugged the last bit of his coffee and dropped the mug into the sink. “we'll work it out.”
“Thanks, guys...” Jon wasn't so sure, but it couldn't be any worse than kryptonite, right? At least he wouldn't spend an hour throwing up after some teasing.
It would be all right.
Characters: Conner Kent, James Kent, Jon Kent II, Matt Kent, Martha Kent
Warnings: References to heterosexist behaviour, language
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kent family, or anything to do with the Superman family, however the take on the three clones from the last arc of pre-boot Teen Titans is something I came up with.
Summary: Glitter sticks to everything.
Jon really, really hoped he could explain this with 'Christmas crafts'.
He wasn't the only one sparkling, but he was certainly the one people would notice.
This was all Matt's fault. He'd gotten in that stupid fight with Clark, and decided the best way to get back at him was to make a costume that mostly consisted of covering himself with body glitter.
Now it was stuck to everything. Embedded in the soap, on the couch, all over the floor, in the laundry....
And so, Jon glittered. And sparkled... and shimmered.. and any other word one could use to describe this horrible level of razzle-dazzle.
He was not pleased. Even picking at it with TTK only helped so much. He could get most of it off, and then end up with it all finding him again. Or worse yet, mixing with his aura and making it visible.
“What the hell was in that stuff?” Conner picked a few pieces of sparkle off of his sleeve, as if the sleeve itself wasn't positively coated.
Matt shrugged, he didn't really mind. The Glitter went all right with his current outfit... somehow the gold had even faded to a sort of silver that worked with his darker makeup.
“How did you get it in the shampoo?” Jon scowled deeply as James pointed out to him that he had glitter stuck in his chin fuzz.
“I don't know what you're complaining about, you all have never looked snazzier.” Matt's grin grew wider as he took a drink of coffee.
Ma covered her mouth with her hand, looking a bit sheepish as she tried not to laugh. She was covered in sparkles, too, but on her it looked cute. Exactly like a lovely old woman who'd been working on something glittering and pine scented.
“Pine. That's it. Maybe if I smell like pine people will accept Christmas Crafts as an excuse.” Jon muttered absently to himself.
James laughed, “I think most folks'll accept 'live with Matt' as an excuse.”
“For you maybe.” Jon wrinkled his nose, and sighed as the feeling of amusement and playful annoyance drained from the room, the implications had hit and Matt was starting to feel guilty.
Matt revelled in being the oddball. The 'boy in a dress', the man with the makeup. If anyone argued it, he had no problem arguing right back. James and Conner? They were big, tough looking, and James' friendly laid-back attitude made him difficult to dislike. Jon was the queer kid. The easy victim who, if he showed up covered with sparkle, it would be an issue. Even if his brothers happened to be equally coated.
“Man, just fuck those guys if they give you shit.” Matt drawled, though he winced when he noticed the look Ma was giving him. “Uh, sorry, I mean... just ignore it, Jon?”
“Yeah, those guys are jerks, if they give you trouble, just ignore 'em, they aren't worth your time.” Conner patted him on the back and smiled encouragingly.
“I... yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean it like... yeah. Thanks guys...” Jon mumbled, Conner went to grab their bags for school and James wrapped an arm around his shoulders, casual but affectionate.
“It'll be okay.” He ruffled Jon's hair, bringing forth a sparkling spray.
“If not, we'll just glitter-bomb the class.” Matt chugged the last bit of his coffee and dropped the mug into the sink. “we'll work it out.”
“Thanks, guys...” Jon wasn't so sure, but it couldn't be any worse than kryptonite, right? At least he wouldn't spend an hour throwing up after some teasing.
It would be all right.