Title: our cities never sleep
Word Count: 5,320
Character(s): Wally West, Conner Kent
Pairing(s): mentions of Conner/M’gann, Wally/Artemis
Summary: The chronicles of an unexpected friendship, spanning six years, all in text messages.
Author’s Notes: Whoops. (The dates in this are very important and specific, as are the times, so try to keep an eye on those. Hopefully the chronology is intuitive!!) || AO3
Setting: Canon (Second Season)
Characters/Pairings: Billy/Zatanna, Mazahs
Word Count: 745
Summary: All he had to do was give her flowers. No biggie…right.
Note: Let’s just say that blank spaces inspire me, and the Mazahs tag could certainly use some more stuff. I don’t know if my talents are good enough, but I tried my best. Hope you enjoy this! (And yes, Billy here is 15 and Zatanna is 19)
Note 2: Another source of inspiration was this picture by mnemonical. It’s so cute! ^^
He was ten feet away from her tent when it hit him.
title: a lonely hope
characters/pairings: Wally West/Artemis Crock, cameos made by others
summary: She is barely sixteen when her world comes crashing down. When her family holds little to their name, and around them, the market burns. When her friends come and go, trying to get by on what little remains of their country. When she falls in love, and it is her biggest mistake—one she never regrets.
word count: 12,400
author’s note: 1930’s AU. Was once written as a gift (which began as a prompt) for the wonderful brella. It is the only piece I’ve written that I’ve ever been immensely (if at all) proud of, and thanks to chanel I’m reposting it. Don’t be surprised if you find it familiar, it’s been on here before, months and months ago, on my first blog.
She is stepping out of the general store when she first bumps into him, rather literally.
Traught: Dick house-sits and dog-sits for Wally and Artemis while they go out of town. Living in her house and seeing her pictures makes all his memories flood back, and he realizes how much he misses HER. Yeah, he misses Wally too, but why are his feelings for Artemis…different? (Optional plot developments: Dick has a dream of what Traught could have been like/When Wally and Artemis come back, Dick has already left because he doesn’t know if he can face Artemis with the way he feels)
Yeah, I’m a little rusty, but forgive me.
Dick trots up the steps of the porch of the little green house, sliding the house key out of his pocket, and fumbling to slide it in the lock. One lone porch light is on, but otherwise, the small house is deserted and dark, no sign of life inside. His thoughts wander somewhere morbid, all of the scenarios that could lead to a vacant house flooding in his mind, but he pushes them away. They’re out of town, on a trip together. Nothing more.
He flips on a light switch, and he spies a piece of paper on the table. The note was scrawled in Artemis’ handwriting, a hybrid of a messy scrawl and loopy letters, reminding him, suddenly, of his own mother’s writing. He shook off the feeling, and read the words.
Take care of Nelson. He’s probably sleeping on the couch right now (don’t let him). And make sure the house doesn’t get burned down, or raided by aliens (the evil kind). Also, keep Nelson out of the pantry. He’ll get sick. Thanks. And Wally is warning you not to eat all of the snacks in the pantry, or he’ll make you restock it himself.
Artemis (and Wally)
Young Justice | Fanfiction | Drabble
Pairings: Jaime and Cassie, a little bit of Mal and Karen.
Word Count: 1,408
Summary: Post/During Before the Dawn. Cassie realize how much Jaime really was part of her life.
Notes: This is unedited, and terrible and my first fanfiction on this site so don’t mind me. Also going to put this on AO3. Also, AMG THE FORMAT, i just unbolded everything and put everything nicely together
A reviewer informed me. I’ve been on that site for almost 8 years now and I’ve never encountered such a rule. Is it real?
Oh yes it’s real. That’s why I never do songfics.
Doctor Who AU | Amy accidentally meets Rose in the parallel world
“So, where are we?” Amy asked as she hopped out of the TARDIS.
“Not sure, but if the sign’s anything to go by, we’re at some sort of emporium. Good thing, too. I have to pick up a few things.”
Rory frowned. “Doesn’t look like an emporium.”
“Well, not your sort of emporium perhaps,” the Doctor said impatiently. “But why isn’t there anyone here? This place should be swarming with shoppers.” He walked up to one of the large windows that lined the walls and tried to look inside, but it was completely dark. “There’s something not right about this. Something very not right.”
“Not right enough for us to go poking around, then?” Amy asked.
The Doctor turned to her, grinning. “Perfectly not right enough for a bit of poking around. And, don’t worry. No dying today,” he said, turning to Rory and walking toward the center of the emporium.
“Yeah, better not,” Amy warned, delivering a light slap on Rory’s arm as if it was his fault that he happened to die so many times. Rory rubbed the spot that she had slapped, wincing.
“It’s not like I plan for it to happen,” he grumbled before letting himself be dragged away by Amy, following the Doctor.
They stopped at large, circular table that was empty except for a single button, which (of course) the Doctor could not pass without pressing.
“Welcome to Emporium Number Thirty Six Alpha Nine,” said a mechanic voice from somewhere above them. They looked up, but saw nothing but the bone white ceiling. “You are currently on the first floor, Information Desk,” the table glowed for a moment, when a large structure emerged from the center of the table, twisting and turning as it made its way up until they were staring at a globular building, riddled with lines and words. A bright white light blinked at the very center of the globe. “What is the purpose of your visit?”
“A flux capacitor!” The Doctor said. “No, not really. I’ve just always wanted to say that. No, just need a few spare parts for my ship, please.”
“You will find machine parts on floor negative seven one three. ” A spot near the bottom of the building. “Transportation pods are to your right. We’re very happy to have you with us today and hope you enjoy your stay.”
“Right, you two,” the Doctor said, turning to Amy and Rory, throwing his arms over their shoulders and steered them toward the rows of bean shaped transportation pods to their right. “This won’t take more than, oh about twenty minutes. Go on, have a look around. Try and find out why there’s nobody else here. Meet back here in twenty minutes.” He hopped into one of the pods, waving as it shut.
Amy paused for a moment before tugging on Rory’s arm, dragging him toward the pods.
“Looks like they’re one per person,” she mused. “Well, that’s alright then. Call me if you find anything, yeah?”
But Amy had already hopped into one of the pods, the doors cutting Rory’s words off. She looked up at the walls of the pod, to find that they were made of the same material as the information desk. After scanning the buttons for a moment, she tapped a one labelled “Gallery of Mirrors” and barely had time to hang on the the handles on either side of her before she was shooting upward. It stopped almost as soon as it had started, the doors of the pod opening outward.
“Floor twelve hundred and three,” the operator said.
She stepped out of the pod and as soon as she was out the doors snapped shut and the pod swooped downward once more.
“Oi!” she called after it before rolling her eyes. “Oh, fine then. Leave. See if I care.”
The room that she found herself in was completely white (was everything white in the building?), circular room. There were about a dozen doorframes placed around the edges of the room. However, they went nowhere, simply leading right into the walls. In the center of the room, there was a cylinder, which, upon closer inspection, seemed to be some sort of control pad. Unsure of what else to do, Amy began to fiddle about with the buttons, pressing one then another until suddenly—
“Earth’s parallel world.”
She snapped her head up to find that one of the doorframes had started to glow, sending a bright white light spilling into the room. Hurriedly, she ran to the doorframe and was soon completely engulfed by the light. There was a screaming, a horrible, terrible screaming. It took her a few moments to realize that the screaming was coming from the light itself. She stumbled backward, trying to get out, but she could no longer see the portal (for that was, she supposed, what it was).
And then, everything stopped. She was slumped against a cold brick wall in an alley, her forehead beaded with sweat. After checking to make sure she hadn’t sustained any major injuries, she got to her feet gingerly, dusting herself off and walking out of the alley only to find herself in London. But, something was different.
They were everywhere. She sighed, slightly disappointed that this was the only difference in parallel London. She looked around, trying to find any other differences. The only other difference she could find was the fact that everyone was wearing an some sort of device in their ears. She tried to get someone’s attention, but everyone seemed to be in such a hurry. Finally, she managed to catch someone who didn’t have the earpods on.
The woman stopped and turned. Amy breathed a sigh of relief and ran up to her.
“I’m Amy Pond and I’m a bit…new,” she said.
The woman smiled and held out a hand. “Rose.”
Amy returned the smile. “Can you show me around the place?” she asked. “Only, I’ve just moved, you see, and—”
“Yeah, c’mon,” Rose said, turning and walking forward.
Amy followed close after. “Why’s everyone in such a hurry?”
Rose merely walked faster. “Curfew.”
“What, London has a curfew?”
“It’s…it’s nothing. Nothing to worry about anyway,” she said with a another smile. This one, however, didn’t reach her eyes, which remained worried. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“Well, we have loads of room at mine’s,” Rose shrugged. “You can kip there for a bit until you find another place if you’d like.”
Amy nodded before stopping short. How long had it been? The Doctor was probably looking for her, not to mention Rory as well. She called Rory first, but it wouldn’t connect.
“Yeah. I don’t understand, he told me this phone would work anywhere,” she murmured.
Rose froze. “Anywhere, as in…”
“Never mind. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Well…his name’s the Doctor, but I suppose that’s not too helpful. But, oh how do I explain? It’s just the Doctor and—”
“Where is he?”
“You know him?”
“Where’s the Doctor?” Rose’s smile had now slipped off of her face entirely, replaced by something unreadable. Something bittersweet, almost hungry.
“I…I don’t know.”
On it, nemo! You should draw some art for this! :D
Prompt: in which the original team gets turned into animals except for Robin and he has to deal with the shenanigans.
Zatanna sat in the living room, practicing her spells. Artemis and Wally were in the kitchen, eating, Raquel was talking to Kaldur about Dakota, where she was from, and Miss Martian and Superboy were watching t.v.
Robin was still on patrol with Batman.
Suddenly, midspell, Zatanna sneezed violently, stumbling over her spell, and there was a purple smoke cloud that engulfed the cave. When the smoke cleared, chaose ensued.
The whole team had been turned into animals.
Prompt: What if Young Justice was a crime show? Like CSI: Happy Habour or something
This is beautiful.
Kaldur would be like the leader, Dick Grayson (who became one to find the person who killed his parents and follow his adoptive father’s footsteps in the field of justice) and Wally would be like the brotp, and I think Artemis would be the bad ass field agent (with her family being criminals, she became a cop to fight people like that asdfghjkl, or maybe she has a backstory like Ziva in NCIS, becomes good, starts out as assassin). Probably partnered with dick (AANGST). Because Wally isn’t serious enough for the field. Wally would probably be the lab rat guy, the forensics one (who flirted with M’gann, who would always be the one to bring him samples). M’gann would be the secretary. And Connor would be….hmm. Connor would be the angry one, who works aloneeee. And Zatanna would be the autopsy lady!
“Agent Grayson, Agent Crock, we have a dead body at the beach. Gear up.” Kaldur walks in the office promptly, tossing the case file at the blonde agent, who catches it easily.
“The victim is…Lex Luthor? But boss, we’ve been after this guy for months, he’s one of the most wanted crime bosses…and someone actually managed to kill him? Do we know it’s him?” Artemis sputters, clutching her coffee tightly in one hand.
Her partner, Dick Grayson, peeks over her shoulder. “How’d they ID the vic?”
“Wallet,” Kaldur shrugs. “We’ll see if it’s him soon enough. Let’s roll.”
Chapter: Six - Homecoming
Summary: Homecoming’s coming up, but who’s going? And with who?
Notes: This is an extremely long chapter. We were hoping to have it up yesterday, but after the news of what happened we didn’t really have the heart to finish editing it. We hope that if any of you live in Colorado you are safe and we pray for those who were at the theatre when the tragedy occurred. We love you all <3
Written by: lovelyravager, safirelv, and fishscalepanties
Chapter: Four - Saved
Rating: T (bit of language, and mention of drugs, but that’s about it)
Notes: The last part of this chapter was a fun little bit to write :D You’ll have to read it to see what I mean though :P
Chapter: Three - Repose
Notes: So guys… Did you see our previews? :) Well here’s the real story now! I’ll go upload the other two previews for the heck of it. I hope you enjoy the new chapter! (Fishy wanted to name this ‘Swimming Pools and Smiling Fools’, so that’s our alternate title.
Preview of Chapter Three :)
We might’ve started goofing off a bit in the collab doc….
it’s not a cry that you hear at night
They take you to a cabin in the back of the ship with dark metal walls and a rusty grate for a floor. There is nothing inside of it. Not a single crate or crumb or speck of dirt. The second they had come to your cabin fifteen minutes ago to rouse you – the second they had silently pulled you by the elbow out into the hallway and led you down the corridor – you’d known it was over. You aren’t stupid.
They shove you down into a chair and tie you up with metal cables, and one of them steps forward and silently strikes you across the jaw; you bite your cheek and the skin breaks, and blood oozes down onto your tongue. You wonder if this is how Jason felt, and you want to throw up.
good god now i’m scared and want to know the rest!!!!!!!!
wow. This is the first fanfiction I like that’s in second person POV