Non-Shippy Tumblr Ficlets
Aaaaannnd... have some more.
Gennish stuff this time. ^_^
Title: Levels of Chill
Rating: G
Word Count: 148
Prompt: Tim Drake and Percy Jackson crossover. First meeting.
He was wearing a “thinking face”; Percy was perfectly familiar with the “thinking face”, when to respect it, and when to blatantly ignore it and get rid of it through any means necessary, whether that be by practice session, mission to fight mythological monsters, or pushing person wearing said “thinking face” off the dock and into the ice-cold lake.
As Tim spat out water and glared, Percy glared back as he twirled his sword; he had to salute Tim’s patience, knowing that it was supposed to be part of the child-of-Athena package, but he was also pretty certain that following Annabeth’s suggestion that he mentor her eccentric new half-brother and show him how CHB worked was gonna take a lot more than a little.
“We’ll start with learning how to tear yourself away from your studies, and then we’ll work our way up to level 10… Party Ponies.”
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Title: Bleach
Rating: G
Word Count: 125
Prompt: Bart and Rose pranking Tim.
Rose looked at Bart.
Bart preened.
It was the first time she had ever looked at him with anything remotely resembling awe, and it made him feel astounding.
“Bleach? Really? It’s that simple?”
“That simple, Rose.”
She shook her head as she poured it into the laundry machine.
The next morning, they sat crouched close together over the monitors, watching Tim reach through the little washer-window.
His jaw dropped as his newly pink-and-gray uniform unfurled from his hands.
Rose and Bart snickered.
“It’ll look good on him,” Bart snorted, “If he can stand to wear it, it really will.”
Rose nodded, “It’ll look good on you too.”
Bart jerked his head to look at her, “What?”
Rose grinned, “He’ll be pulling your uniform out next.”
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Title: Rule Breaker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 240
Prompt: Tim and Prudence. Duel to the death. Who wins?
Prue blinked. Prue didn’t understand how she *could* blink. She was dead. Deader than a fat businessman on the end of a League rifle-sight. She looked up to see Tim breathing hard over her, looking hurt, exhausted, strained, and above all… relieved.
He was bleeding badly. A quick visual scan told her they were all hers. She’d cut into his side there. Punched his eyebrow split on the left. Not to mention the right side of his face was one big nasty bruise.
“Didn’t I-?”
“Yes.” He looked the weirdest mix of ashamed and proud, “Your heart stopped. Technically. It counts. Even if I revive you later. Which I did. So it won’t count to Br-to me. Cass is coming to take us both to the hospital.”
Prue frowned. “I thought you would-”
“Never.”
Prue rolled her eyes. Still a goody two-shoes. Even though it was a mix of luck and radically crazy odds that he pulled the stupid stunt off. They both knew he wouldn’t be able to do it again.
She tried to shrug before the pain spasmed through her body.
“You owe me for this, bird-man.”
“For killing you? Or for saving you?”
“For making me put up with your angel-face regardless.”
Tim gave her a tiny smirk before nodding and pulling some sort of syringe thing form his bandolier.
Prue felt the nick on her arm before the darkness crept in and the pain flowed out.
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Title: Tranquil Blackmail
Rating: G
Word Count:124
Prompt: Tam bribes Tim with something and smugly gets her way.
“Tam, you don’t understand… I can’t function without it.”
Tam smirked. “Oh, I understand just fine bird boy. That’s why you-for once-are going to do this paperwork yourself. I know you know how to read. I know you know how to sign your name. And with all that amazing superhero-training, I’m sure you even know how to find the secretary’s desk and place the documents in her waiting hands.”
Tim groaned. “I never meant to turn you into a personal assistant. I just… got busy and it sort of happened. I’m sorry.”
Tam was out of sympathy.
“The desk is right there, so sit…” she gave him a peck on the cheek.
“…and when you’re half-way through, then I’ll let you have your coffee.”
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Gennish stuff this time. ^_^
Title: Levels of Chill
Rating: G
Word Count: 148
Prompt: Tim Drake and Percy Jackson crossover. First meeting.
He was wearing a “thinking face”; Percy was perfectly familiar with the “thinking face”, when to respect it, and when to blatantly ignore it and get rid of it through any means necessary, whether that be by practice session, mission to fight mythological monsters, or pushing person wearing said “thinking face” off the dock and into the ice-cold lake.
As Tim spat out water and glared, Percy glared back as he twirled his sword; he had to salute Tim’s patience, knowing that it was supposed to be part of the child-of-Athena package, but he was also pretty certain that following Annabeth’s suggestion that he mentor her eccentric new half-brother and show him how CHB worked was gonna take a lot more than a little.
“We’ll start with learning how to tear yourself away from your studies, and then we’ll work our way up to level 10… Party Ponies.”
❀
Title: Bleach
Rating: G
Word Count: 125
Prompt: Bart and Rose pranking Tim.
Rose looked at Bart.
Bart preened.
It was the first time she had ever looked at him with anything remotely resembling awe, and it made him feel astounding.
“Bleach? Really? It’s that simple?”
“That simple, Rose.”
She shook her head as she poured it into the laundry machine.
The next morning, they sat crouched close together over the monitors, watching Tim reach through the little washer-window.
His jaw dropped as his newly pink-and-gray uniform unfurled from his hands.
Rose and Bart snickered.
“It’ll look good on him,” Bart snorted, “If he can stand to wear it, it really will.”
Rose nodded, “It’ll look good on you too.”
Bart jerked his head to look at her, “What?”
Rose grinned, “He’ll be pulling your uniform out next.”
❀
Title: Rule Breaker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 240
Prompt: Tim and Prudence. Duel to the death. Who wins?
Prue blinked. Prue didn’t understand how she *could* blink. She was dead. Deader than a fat businessman on the end of a League rifle-sight. She looked up to see Tim breathing hard over her, looking hurt, exhausted, strained, and above all… relieved.
He was bleeding badly. A quick visual scan told her they were all hers. She’d cut into his side there. Punched his eyebrow split on the left. Not to mention the right side of his face was one big nasty bruise.
“Didn’t I-?”
“Yes.” He looked the weirdest mix of ashamed and proud, “Your heart stopped. Technically. It counts. Even if I revive you later. Which I did. So it won’t count to Br-to me. Cass is coming to take us both to the hospital.”
Prue frowned. “I thought you would-”
“Never.”
Prue rolled her eyes. Still a goody two-shoes. Even though it was a mix of luck and radically crazy odds that he pulled the stupid stunt off. They both knew he wouldn’t be able to do it again.
She tried to shrug before the pain spasmed through her body.
“You owe me for this, bird-man.”
“For killing you? Or for saving you?”
“For making me put up with your angel-face regardless.”
Tim gave her a tiny smirk before nodding and pulling some sort of syringe thing form his bandolier.
Prue felt the nick on her arm before the darkness crept in and the pain flowed out.
❀
Title: Tranquil Blackmail
Rating: G
Word Count:124
Prompt: Tam bribes Tim with something and smugly gets her way.
“Tam, you don’t understand… I can’t function without it.”
Tam smirked. “Oh, I understand just fine bird boy. That’s why you-for once-are going to do this paperwork yourself. I know you know how to read. I know you know how to sign your name. And with all that amazing superhero-training, I’m sure you even know how to find the secretary’s desk and place the documents in her waiting hands.”
Tim groaned. “I never meant to turn you into a personal assistant. I just… got busy and it sort of happened. I’m sorry.”
Tam was out of sympathy.
“The desk is right there, so sit…” she gave him a peck on the cheek.
“…and when you’re half-way through, then I’ll let you have your coffee.”
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