Fic: Marital Arts
Fandom: DC Comics
Title: Marital Arts
Characters: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle
Rating: G
Prompt: #23, Vicarious
Word Count: 215
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied het, so if that sort of thing makes you bursts into flames or something, this might not be the fic for you.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: AU. I wrote something happy for once! :D Also, I felt like doing something dialogue-only. And something that was nothing but pure pointlessness. It was fun.
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"Done admiring yourself yet?"
"Of course not."
"Hrm."
"Jeez, Ted, cheer up, why don't you? It's a wedding, not a funeral. You should be happy."
"I am happy. I'm just nervous."
"No need to be nervous, Ted; it's just the rest of your life, right?"
"I think I'm going to have a heart attack."
"Nu-uh, no heart attacks, Ted. If you have a heart attack out there, then I will absolutely die of embarrassment, and where will that leave us, huh?"
"Dead?"
"Exactly! Besides, you haven't even heard my speech yet! Or the toast!"
"Oh, God, you're going to be drunk off your ass when you give the toast, aren't you?"
"Well, of course! It wouldn't be a proper best man's toast if I wasn't, right?"
"Ugh. What am I getting myself into?"
"Marriage! Welcome to the party!"
"I'm splitting my sides."
"C'mon, Ted, what’s the worst that could happen?"
"Do you even need to ask, Booster? We're superheroes! It'll practically be a miracle if this thing goes off without a hitch."
"I thought getting hitched was the idea."
"Don't mix idioms, Booster. I thought you were past that."
"I apologize for attempting to have a sense of humor."
"Bah."
"Oh, hey, look at the time! Let's go. Your blushing bride awaits, Ted."
"Blushing. Right."
Title: Marital Arts
Characters: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle
Rating: G
Prompt: #23, Vicarious
Word Count: 215
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied het, so if that sort of thing makes you bursts into flames or something, this might not be the fic for you.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: AU. I wrote something happy for once! :D Also, I felt like doing something dialogue-only. And something that was nothing but pure pointlessness. It was fun.
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"Done admiring yourself yet?"
"Of course not."
"Hrm."
"Jeez, Ted, cheer up, why don't you? It's a wedding, not a funeral. You should be happy."
"I am happy. I'm just nervous."
"No need to be nervous, Ted; it's just the rest of your life, right?"
"I think I'm going to have a heart attack."
"Nu-uh, no heart attacks, Ted. If you have a heart attack out there, then I will absolutely die of embarrassment, and where will that leave us, huh?"
"Dead?"
"Exactly! Besides, you haven't even heard my speech yet! Or the toast!"
"Oh, God, you're going to be drunk off your ass when you give the toast, aren't you?"
"Well, of course! It wouldn't be a proper best man's toast if I wasn't, right?"
"Ugh. What am I getting myself into?"
"Marriage! Welcome to the party!"
"I'm splitting my sides."
"C'mon, Ted, what’s the worst that could happen?"
"Do you even need to ask, Booster? We're superheroes! It'll practically be a miracle if this thing goes off without a hitch."
"I thought getting hitched was the idea."
"Don't mix idioms, Booster. I thought you were past that."
"I apologize for attempting to have a sense of humor."
"Bah."
"Oh, hey, look at the time! Let's go. Your blushing bride awaits, Ted."
"Blushing. Right."