The Stories So Far.
I've stolen a page block of html out of brown_betty's book, and offered to write fic snippets.
So far it's just two, both for vagabond_sal (because of a fairly boring story, the summary of which is that livejournal doesn't think I *need* comment notifications anyway.)
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Kyle waited patiently on the other side of the ceramic wall for almost half a second, and then he hit it with his fist. "Hurry up!" he shouted. He waited a few more moments. "How long is it going to take?"
"Longer than ten seconds!" said Connor over the stream of water.
Something was running down his his face. Kyle wiped at it and then stared at his fingers in horror. "I am never getting withing a hundred feet of a kid again. Ever. Shouldn't Lian's friends all be potty trained by now?"
"You have to admit he had excellent aim."
"If this inspires a new type of arrow, I don't want to know. Is it my turn yet?"
The pattern of droplets hitting skin shifted, and Connor leaned around the side of the shower. "If you're that impatient, you can join me. It's a big shower."
"What?" Connor shrugged and ducked back in. "Oh, god," muttered Kyle. "I can feel it seeping into my *hair*. Hold on!"
He pulled off his shirt and jumped in. "Ahhhh!" he said, and jumped back out.
Connor stopped pouring shampoo over his head. "Now what?"
Kyle gestured. "It's *cold*. How can you... You're *insane*." There was a burst of green light, and the bathroom began to steam up. Kyle stepped back into the the shower and grabbed the nearest bottle. He squeezed it over his head.
"I'm insane," said Connor. "You're the one using Mia's shaving gel as conditioner." Kyle froze for a moment, and then he went back to pouring with a determined set to his expression. Connor worked his own hair into a lather.
"What I don't understand," said Connor, "is that you'll use your ring to warm up the water, but not to simply remove the baby goo."
Kyle slammed the bottle down again. "I... didn't think of that," he said, and then sniffed the air. "I smell like lavender. And that's still an improvement."
Connor passed Kyle Mia's lady razor, grinning. Kyle imagined a green extension to the shower head that gathered the water and shot it into Connor's face.
*
Diana pulled off her armour and set it aside. She walked into the Watchtower's shower room, and it recognized her presence, starting the spray with her preferred temperature and texture settings. Diana leaned into it, watching ichor and blood mix into each other and vanish down the drain.
The blood was hers.
There was movement behind her, and Diana looked up. "I'm sorry," said Bruce, turning back to the door. "I'll find other facilities."
"Don't be ridiculous," said Diana. "I don't think there's anything either of us hasn't seen." And there was a phrase her sisters rarely used, because it didn't need to be said. We've fought together. There is nothing more intimate.
Bruce hesitated a moment. Then he nodded and took off his cowl and cape. The steam immediately clung to his hair, breaking up long-dried sweat and mixing the smell of salt into the air. He ran his fingers down his uniform, opening nearly invisible catches and seams. He looked tired, Diana thought. But then they all did. It hadn't been an easy battle.
The spray became cooler and rougher as Bruce walked forward, settling on a compromise between them.
*
for caia_comica:
Brainy ran into the tiled room and slapped the button most likely to turn on the shower. It worked, and the nearest nozzle blasted him with a hard stream of warm water. He stumbled for a moment, fighting to keep his balance and his hold on Supergirl's prone form, and then they both crashed to the floor.
Brainy climbed to his knees and pulled Kara back towards him. He supported her underneath the water and scrubbed at the kryptonite dust covering her skin. It began to wash away.
She was coughing a little bit, struggling to breathe, and that was a bad sign, because it meant her cells weren't getting what they needed through solar energy and complex Kryptonian biochemistry. And a good sign, too, because it meant she was still alive.
Most of the green tinge had faded from her skin, but she still looked pale and ill. She was probably conscious, Brainy knew, but too weak to respond. Brainy stared at her, searching for some hint of recovery. He sighed, pushing a chunk of soaked hair out of her face.
"When we get back to earth, the deluge in the medical bay should remove any traces of the kryptonite left in your system," he said to fill up the silence. "It's only programmed to purge invading organisms at the moment, but the sensors will be easily recalibrated to recognize particular chemical signatures as well. I should have thought of it before."
Kara shifted against him. She looked at him with reddened eyes; some of the dust must have been trapped beneath her eyelids. "I'm okay," she whispered. "I'll be okay. Thanks." She didn't make any other attempt to move.
Brainy tightened his grip around her. The water pounded over them, washing the poison away.
*
for brown_betty:
"I know you're my baby!" Kon sang into the shampoo bottle. "I want to be your baby too, baby!" He ran out of lyrics, so jumped ahead to the guitar riff. "Nerrgh! Neeaargh, nneergh!" He spun around. "N- Aaargh!"
There was a pair of breasts watching him with amusement. Or, no. Power Girl was watching him with amusement, and the breasts were with her. They were covered in something yellow and slightly sticky looking, Kon couldn't help but see.
He grabbed a facecloth and held it in front of him. "Um. What are you doing here?" said Kon. "You shouldn't be here!"
"I needed to talk with Cyborg," said Power Girl, "and then Kid Flash spilled this... *something* on me." She gestured at her chest. In case Kon hadn't noticed.
Kon's brain shut down for a moment, and then he shouted, "There are other showers!" He waved his arms wildly, attempting to take in the whole of the Teen Titans' headquarters. The facecloth stayed in place, thanks to judicious use of his tactile telekinesis.
"Well, you know where they are, so you can find one." She began to unclasp her cape.
Part of Kon's mind thought, Thank you, God! while another part thought, Isn't she supposed to be my cousin or something? and a slower piece was still stuck on, She saw me *naked*, and any left over bits thought, Boobies! Very few parts of his mind were left to concentrate on his tactile telekinesis.
The facecloth fell to the floor.
*
for daegaer:
"Please," the man said. "Save me."
Ligur spent another few seconds frowning at his water logged wings and then looked down at the human. "Yeah?" he said. "What's in it for me?"
The man looked confused for a moment. "My... my soul?" he ventured.
Ligur shrugged. "Nah. I know what you got up to with those sheep. Heaven won't want you anyway. What else you got?"
The man stared in horror at Ligur. He pawed through his satchel. "These?" He held a handful of wrapped cigars out.
Ligur stared at them, unimpressed. He picked one up and squeezed it, and a stream of brown liquid escaped from the bottom. "Soaked," he said. "Useless. Just like everything else on this dammed world." He threw the ruined cigars over the edge of the cliff, and then he threw the human over too.
He sat back down on a rock and pulled a cigar from his own pocket. It burst into flame as he brought it up to his lips, and a few drops of rain landed on it and put it out.
Ligur screamed dark curses that made the mountain top he was perched on shake unsteadily. He dropped the cigar into the mud and jumped on it several times.
"Enjoying yourself, then?"
Ligur glared at Hastur. "When I said we ought to come up for a vacation, I meant somewhere with sun and humans to torture. And maybe some of those little puddings we got last time." He stomped on his cigar again, splattering them both with mud. "How much rain, did you say?"
Hastur tossed a bundle of rags from one hand to the other. "Forty days and nights," he said.
"We might just go home now," said Ligur.
"Good luck, us ever getting another vacation then," said Hastur. "But look, I found one still alive. It was floating on the corpses of its parents, tragic like."
Hastur passed Ligur the rag covered child, and the sides of Ligur's lips pulled away from his teeth.
At least they got to have a nice dinner.
*
If you want one too, leave me the names of two characters and I will write them having a shower together!
So far it's just two, both for vagabond_sal (because of a fairly boring story, the summary of which is that livejournal doesn't think I *need* comment notifications anyway.)
*
Kyle waited patiently on the other side of the ceramic wall for almost half a second, and then he hit it with his fist. "Hurry up!" he shouted. He waited a few more moments. "How long is it going to take?"
"Longer than ten seconds!" said Connor over the stream of water.
Something was running down his his face. Kyle wiped at it and then stared at his fingers in horror. "I am never getting withing a hundred feet of a kid again. Ever. Shouldn't Lian's friends all be potty trained by now?"
"You have to admit he had excellent aim."
"If this inspires a new type of arrow, I don't want to know. Is it my turn yet?"
The pattern of droplets hitting skin shifted, and Connor leaned around the side of the shower. "If you're that impatient, you can join me. It's a big shower."
"What?" Connor shrugged and ducked back in. "Oh, god," muttered Kyle. "I can feel it seeping into my *hair*. Hold on!"
He pulled off his shirt and jumped in. "Ahhhh!" he said, and jumped back out.
Connor stopped pouring shampoo over his head. "Now what?"
Kyle gestured. "It's *cold*. How can you... You're *insane*." There was a burst of green light, and the bathroom began to steam up. Kyle stepped back into the the shower and grabbed the nearest bottle. He squeezed it over his head.
"I'm insane," said Connor. "You're the one using Mia's shaving gel as conditioner." Kyle froze for a moment, and then he went back to pouring with a determined set to his expression. Connor worked his own hair into a lather.
"What I don't understand," said Connor, "is that you'll use your ring to warm up the water, but not to simply remove the baby goo."
Kyle slammed the bottle down again. "I... didn't think of that," he said, and then sniffed the air. "I smell like lavender. And that's still an improvement."
Connor passed Kyle Mia's lady razor, grinning. Kyle imagined a green extension to the shower head that gathered the water and shot it into Connor's face.
*
Diana pulled off her armour and set it aside. She walked into the Watchtower's shower room, and it recognized her presence, starting the spray with her preferred temperature and texture settings. Diana leaned into it, watching ichor and blood mix into each other and vanish down the drain.
The blood was hers.
There was movement behind her, and Diana looked up. "I'm sorry," said Bruce, turning back to the door. "I'll find other facilities."
"Don't be ridiculous," said Diana. "I don't think there's anything either of us hasn't seen." And there was a phrase her sisters rarely used, because it didn't need to be said. We've fought together. There is nothing more intimate.
Bruce hesitated a moment. Then he nodded and took off his cowl and cape. The steam immediately clung to his hair, breaking up long-dried sweat and mixing the smell of salt into the air. He ran his fingers down his uniform, opening nearly invisible catches and seams. He looked tired, Diana thought. But then they all did. It hadn't been an easy battle.
The spray became cooler and rougher as Bruce walked forward, settling on a compromise between them.
*
for caia_comica:
Brainy ran into the tiled room and slapped the button most likely to turn on the shower. It worked, and the nearest nozzle blasted him with a hard stream of warm water. He stumbled for a moment, fighting to keep his balance and his hold on Supergirl's prone form, and then they both crashed to the floor.
Brainy climbed to his knees and pulled Kara back towards him. He supported her underneath the water and scrubbed at the kryptonite dust covering her skin. It began to wash away.
She was coughing a little bit, struggling to breathe, and that was a bad sign, because it meant her cells weren't getting what they needed through solar energy and complex Kryptonian biochemistry. And a good sign, too, because it meant she was still alive.
Most of the green tinge had faded from her skin, but she still looked pale and ill. She was probably conscious, Brainy knew, but too weak to respond. Brainy stared at her, searching for some hint of recovery. He sighed, pushing a chunk of soaked hair out of her face.
"When we get back to earth, the deluge in the medical bay should remove any traces of the kryptonite left in your system," he said to fill up the silence. "It's only programmed to purge invading organisms at the moment, but the sensors will be easily recalibrated to recognize particular chemical signatures as well. I should have thought of it before."
Kara shifted against him. She looked at him with reddened eyes; some of the dust must have been trapped beneath her eyelids. "I'm okay," she whispered. "I'll be okay. Thanks." She didn't make any other attempt to move.
Brainy tightened his grip around her. The water pounded over them, washing the poison away.
*
for brown_betty:
"I know you're my baby!" Kon sang into the shampoo bottle. "I want to be your baby too, baby!" He ran out of lyrics, so jumped ahead to the guitar riff. "Nerrgh! Neeaargh, nneergh!" He spun around. "N- Aaargh!"
There was a pair of breasts watching him with amusement. Or, no. Power Girl was watching him with amusement, and the breasts were with her. They were covered in something yellow and slightly sticky looking, Kon couldn't help but see.
He grabbed a facecloth and held it in front of him. "Um. What are you doing here?" said Kon. "You shouldn't be here!"
"I needed to talk with Cyborg," said Power Girl, "and then Kid Flash spilled this... *something* on me." She gestured at her chest. In case Kon hadn't noticed.
Kon's brain shut down for a moment, and then he shouted, "There are other showers!" He waved his arms wildly, attempting to take in the whole of the Teen Titans' headquarters. The facecloth stayed in place, thanks to judicious use of his tactile telekinesis.
"Well, you know where they are, so you can find one." She began to unclasp her cape.
Part of Kon's mind thought, Thank you, God! while another part thought, Isn't she supposed to be my cousin or something? and a slower piece was still stuck on, She saw me *naked*, and any left over bits thought, Boobies! Very few parts of his mind were left to concentrate on his tactile telekinesis.
The facecloth fell to the floor.
*
for daegaer:
"Please," the man said. "Save me."
Ligur spent another few seconds frowning at his water logged wings and then looked down at the human. "Yeah?" he said. "What's in it for me?"
The man looked confused for a moment. "My... my soul?" he ventured.
Ligur shrugged. "Nah. I know what you got up to with those sheep. Heaven won't want you anyway. What else you got?"
The man stared in horror at Ligur. He pawed through his satchel. "These?" He held a handful of wrapped cigars out.
Ligur stared at them, unimpressed. He picked one up and squeezed it, and a stream of brown liquid escaped from the bottom. "Soaked," he said. "Useless. Just like everything else on this dammed world." He threw the ruined cigars over the edge of the cliff, and then he threw the human over too.
He sat back down on a rock and pulled a cigar from his own pocket. It burst into flame as he brought it up to his lips, and a few drops of rain landed on it and put it out.
Ligur screamed dark curses that made the mountain top he was perched on shake unsteadily. He dropped the cigar into the mud and jumped on it several times.
"Enjoying yourself, then?"
Ligur glared at Hastur. "When I said we ought to come up for a vacation, I meant somewhere with sun and humans to torture. And maybe some of those little puddings we got last time." He stomped on his cigar again, splattering them both with mud. "How much rain, did you say?"
Hastur tossed a bundle of rags from one hand to the other. "Forty days and nights," he said.
"We might just go home now," said Ligur.
"Good luck, us ever getting another vacation then," said Hastur. "But look, I found one still alive. It was floating on the corpses of its parents, tragic like."
Hastur passed Ligur the rag covered child, and the sides of Ligur's lips pulled away from his teeth.
At least they got to have a nice dinner.
*
If you want one too, leave me the names of two characters and I will write them having a shower together!