The Many Uses of a Tail
Title: The Many Uses of a Tail
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Wiccan, Speed
Prompt: 42. Fall
Word Count: 379
Rating: PG
Summary: Most people wouldn’t have believed they were twins.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: AU! Part of my Saga of Billy Wagner.
Link: My Table
William Christoph Wagner dangled from the higher of the two parallel bars, swinging back and forth slightly as he folded both his arms and legs. The bright red cape he wore dangled down further, much to his brother Thomas’ amusement.
Most people wouldn’t credit that Billy and Tommy were twins; Tommy had a streamlined, partition look, with a head full of silvery white hair and their mother’s peaches and cream complexion, while Billy (though equally lithe) was dark haired… all over his body. Like his father, he was covered in short, blue-black fur, from the tips of his ears to his three toed feet. Billy could often be heard lamenting over the fact that, unlike his super-fast brother, he couldn’t pass himself off as human without the aid of a holowatch.
Most people argued that the whole spell casting thing made up for it.
Other people pointed out that his dad was ridiculously hot, and there wasn’t anything wrong looking like him. These were the same people who usually tried to hit on him; unfortunately, these people were usually girls, and Billy wasn’t interested.
Tommy grabbed Billy’s cape, setting him swinging harder.
“Dammit, Tommy!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a huge dork who thinks capes are cool,” Tommy said defensively.
“They are cool!” Billy insisted. “Stop that, or I’ll turn you into a rabbit again!” he snapped as his brother set him spinning again. “Mom wears a cape.”
“Mom wears a corset. You gonna start wearing one of those too?” Tommy teased.
“Knock it off, you dork. She’s gonna be back soon with Hawkeye and if you embarrass me in front of him-” Billy swung himself up, perching lightly on the bar.
“Don’t worry, you can handle that all by yourself,” Tommy assured him sweetly, narrowly avoiding a slap from Billy’s tail. Things were moments away from turning into a fight when the archer came in, and Billy lost his grip, landing in a pile at Tommy’s feet. “See? Told you.”
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Wiccan, Speed
Prompt: 42. Fall
Word Count: 379
Rating: PG
Summary: Most people wouldn’t have believed they were twins.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: AU! Part of my Saga of Billy Wagner.
Link: My Table
William Christoph Wagner dangled from the higher of the two parallel bars, swinging back and forth slightly as he folded both his arms and legs. The bright red cape he wore dangled down further, much to his brother Thomas’ amusement.
Most people wouldn’t credit that Billy and Tommy were twins; Tommy had a streamlined, partition look, with a head full of silvery white hair and their mother’s peaches and cream complexion, while Billy (though equally lithe) was dark haired… all over his body. Like his father, he was covered in short, blue-black fur, from the tips of his ears to his three toed feet. Billy could often be heard lamenting over the fact that, unlike his super-fast brother, he couldn’t pass himself off as human without the aid of a holowatch.
Most people argued that the whole spell casting thing made up for it.
Other people pointed out that his dad was ridiculously hot, and there wasn’t anything wrong looking like him. These were the same people who usually tried to hit on him; unfortunately, these people were usually girls, and Billy wasn’t interested.
Tommy grabbed Billy’s cape, setting him swinging harder.
“Dammit, Tommy!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a huge dork who thinks capes are cool,” Tommy said defensively.
“They are cool!” Billy insisted. “Stop that, or I’ll turn you into a rabbit again!” he snapped as his brother set him spinning again. “Mom wears a cape.”
“Mom wears a corset. You gonna start wearing one of those too?” Tommy teased.
“Knock it off, you dork. She’s gonna be back soon with Hawkeye and if you embarrass me in front of him-” Billy swung himself up, perching lightly on the bar.
“Don’t worry, you can handle that all by yourself,” Tommy assured him sweetly, narrowly avoiding a slap from Billy’s tail. Things were moments away from turning into a fight when the archer came in, and Billy lost his grip, landing in a pile at Tommy’s feet. “See? Told you.”