cliche_bingo; Lightning/Beast Boy AU;
Theme: One Blanket.
Characters/Pairing: Lightning/Beast Boy.
Summary: “You are sleeping in there tonight?”
Notes: This is, uh, !!!INCOMPLETE!!!. Very incomplete. I wanted to show what I had done of it so far, though. It's connected to the first AU fic I posted here.
Lightning was the first to hop off of his cloud and climb through the window. Beast Boy followed suit, wondering why they just couldn’t take the main entrance, but he didn’t think to ask. Lightning was an oddball, so Beast Boy learned to expect the unexpected. The cloud disappeared into thin air as soon as they were in Lightning’s master bedroom, in the dark. Beast Boy stretched his arms, letting out a huge yawn. “That was fun,” he said. “We should do that again, real soon. It’s not every day I get to see you yelling at the village prophets.”
“More like the village idiots,” Lightning grumbled as he sat on his bed. “That filthy man dared to use my name in vain for his schemes. I should’ve marked him for that one.” Beast Boy couldn’t hold back his laughter, which aggravated Lightning even more so. “Oh, so you think it is funny?”
“I think it’s hilarious,” Beast Boy admitted through chuckles. “Chill out! Don’t look at me like that. It’s not you I’m laughing at.”
“Yeah, right,” Lightning huffed. Beast Boy smiled. He really did look cute when he was angry…as long as the god wasn’t directly angry at him, of course.
“Well, guess we oughta call it a night,” Beast Boy suggested. “It’s really late, isn’t it? I gotta see if they finished cleaning my room -”
“You are sleeping in there tonight?”
“Duh! It’s my room. The room I sleep in,” he said. Then Beast Boy paused at the door, glancing back at Lightning, who was sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at the floor. He looked dejected and Beast Boy’s face felt warm . “You…didn’t want that, did you?” he asked cautiously.
Lightning nodded, reluctantly so, before he said, “You can return to your room, if you wish -” he began.
“N-No, that’s…that’s cool, I just…uh…” Beast Boy stammered. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. Not because he didn’t want to be with Lightning. That wasn’t the issue. It was just so soon. And Lightning was looking at him like that, as though he was silently demanding a flat-out answer without even having to say anything, and for once in his life Beast Boy didn’t know what to tell him. “Just…give me a sec to get what I need and come back. Is that okay?”
Beast Boy darted out of the room as soon as Lightning gave a nod of approval. He hardly paid attention to the way Saki stared at him as he nervously ran past her, muttering “oh man oh man oh man” under his breath, or how badly his knee hurt after he banged it against the doorway, before he ducked into his own room to gather some things. Would he need pajamas? Of course, why wouldn’t he? When Beast Boy tried to answer his own internal question, he flushed red in the face. He shook his head. It was better not to think about it.
When Beast Boy returned to the god’s bedroom, he was dressed in his pajamas (which had ducklings on them; he liked his ducklings, and Starfire had clumsily made them as a gift for him), teeth brushed and his panic almost discarded to the side. He walked in the bedroom, his stomach in knots, and was surprised to find that Lightning had already stripped off his armor and curled up under the covers. He fell asleep, Beast Boy realized. Of course he did. He had a long day. It wasn’t normal for Lightning to travel outside of his castle, let alone any immortal deity visiting a mortal world. Beast Boy couldn’t help but smile a bit. They really did have a fun time, didn’t they?
Other than Lightning attempting to set him free…
Beast Boy frowned at the memory. Why did he agree to stay, after wishing to leave so much? Sure, he liked Lightning. He liked him a lot, much more than he ever expected. But just recently, he hated Lightning for forcing him to stay. Now here he was, ready to go to bed with him as though nothing ever happened, as though this were normal. It wasn’t normal. So why did it feel like it could be?
Beast Boy climbed into the king-sized bed, carefully, trying not to stir Lightning’s slumber. He attempted to keep a safe distance between him and the other, although he was curious what would happen if he did snuggle up next to Lightning. He felt warm, even from a few feet away. Did every god radiate heat from themselves so excessively, or does it only apply to a lightning god? It was such an embarrassing thing to wonder about, but Beast Boy couldn’t help himself.
“Good night,” he whispered, then closed his own eyes to fall asleep.
“I am not sleeping yet.”
Beast Boy’s eyes shot open, meeting Lightning’s in the dark. “Oh. Sorry. I thought you were,” he said. “You don’t sit still very often, y’know?”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment or a jab?”
“Uh…both? It’s totally a playful jab, not a ‘I’m trying to annoy you’ jab. Okay, maybe a little,” Beast Boy explained with a nervous grin on his face.
“Why did you stay?”
Beast Boy’s face fell. Again with the questions. “I already told you,” he said. “I even showed you -”
“Oh, I know that,” Lightning sighed, turning over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I just find it odd that you did not run back to your tribe. You always talk about it. It was your home. I would return to my home if I were you.”
“That’s just it. You’re not me,” he said. “And of course I’m gonna talk about my tribe so much. It was my home. I was born and raised there. I had a family and friends. It was where I belonged.” He frowned. “Until I realized how different I was. What everyone expected from me. And that my friends weren’t really my friends. And my parents, both of them…they’re…”
“Dead,” Lightning finished for him.
Beast Boy nodded. He realized that their parents were dead; both of them were orphans. Long before Beast Boy watched his family drown in that flood, Lightning watched his own father die after he shot his father with a bolt. Although Lightning and his siblings never mentioned their mother, the silence alone spoke for itself.
Thankfully, Lightning didn’t press the subject any further. Instead, without warning, he turned back over onto his side, reaching a hand to grip one of Beast Boy’s.
“Did you feel like an outcast?” Lightning asked. Beast Boy shook his head yes as his fingers intertwined with the other’s. “Do you feel that way now?”
“That’s a little impossible. Look at us. You’re yellow and you shoot lightning bolts out of your hands. I’m green and I can shape shift into animals.” Lightning hummed lightly, as though he understood the point. They were both a little odd looking. “Actually, I’d probably make just as good of a god as any of you guys,” Beast Boy said, grinning cheekily. “Too bad that’s impossible, right?”
“Oh, it is possible for a mortal to gain immortality,” Lightning corrected casually. “It merely takes a test of strength. If they are worthy in my eyes, I grant them immortality, deem them a god of their rightful place, and send them on their way.”
“Wait. You can just make someone a god whenever you feel like it?” Beast Boy asked, his eyes wide and his jaw agape. “Do you just wave a hand and say ‘Behold, you are immortal!’ or something like that? Are there any rules? It can’t be that easy.”
“You will be surprised to learn that I am capable of many things,” Lightning commented. Beast Boy marveled at the god’s arrogance. He wasn’t sure if he was amazed by this admission, or revolted by it. “Actually, I can just grant you immortality right now.”
“Yeah right,” Beast Boy snickered.
“It is not a joke.”
Beast Boy stopped laughing immediately. “Wait -- you mean, right here? Right now?” he questioned, his voice pitch higher than normal. “Why?!”
“Why not?” Lightning asked, frowning.
“Why not?! It’s … dude, you’re asking me to be a god! I don’t even know what gods do, other than sit around and act holy,” he said, trying to maintain his calm composure. “I can’t do it.”
“I thought this was what you wanted,” Lightning pointed out. “You said so yourself.”
“I was joking,” Beast Boy said. He felt guilty as he watched Lightning’s face fall, confused and angry. Lightning wasn’t joking, either. He really wanted to do this for Beast Boy -- except it was too fast, too impulsive and too irrational. Beast Boy was all for spontaneity, but this was too much. “And even if I did wanna become a god and live forever, that’s still something us regular people don’t jump into right away. It’s a huge weight on our shoulders, you know?”
“I see.”
“You’re…not mad at me, are you?”
“I suppose not,” Lightning answered quietly.
Lightning, for once, had gone silent, an uncharacteristic feat. Beast Boy sighed, taking the other’s hands and kissed his knuckles; his lips on the other’s skin lingered for a moment. The god’s skin was hot. “I’m sorry. I won’t joke like that again,” he said. Lightning’s hands were surprisingly smooth for a warrior, those same hands used to channel bolts of electricity for an attack. His wrists were also noticeably much more delicate than Beast Boy had imagined. He never saw Lightning without his armor before, including the wrist bands.
Characters/Pairing: Lightning/Beast Boy.
Summary: “You are sleeping in there tonight?”
Notes: This is, uh, !!!INCOMPLETE!!!. Very incomplete. I wanted to show what I had done of it so far, though. It's connected to the first AU fic I posted here.
Lightning was the first to hop off of his cloud and climb through the window. Beast Boy followed suit, wondering why they just couldn’t take the main entrance, but he didn’t think to ask. Lightning was an oddball, so Beast Boy learned to expect the unexpected. The cloud disappeared into thin air as soon as they were in Lightning’s master bedroom, in the dark. Beast Boy stretched his arms, letting out a huge yawn. “That was fun,” he said. “We should do that again, real soon. It’s not every day I get to see you yelling at the village prophets.”
“More like the village idiots,” Lightning grumbled as he sat on his bed. “That filthy man dared to use my name in vain for his schemes. I should’ve marked him for that one.” Beast Boy couldn’t hold back his laughter, which aggravated Lightning even more so. “Oh, so you think it is funny?”
“I think it’s hilarious,” Beast Boy admitted through chuckles. “Chill out! Don’t look at me like that. It’s not you I’m laughing at.”
“Yeah, right,” Lightning huffed. Beast Boy smiled. He really did look cute when he was angry…as long as the god wasn’t directly angry at him, of course.
“Well, guess we oughta call it a night,” Beast Boy suggested. “It’s really late, isn’t it? I gotta see if they finished cleaning my room -”
“You are sleeping in there tonight?”
“Duh! It’s my room. The room I sleep in,” he said. Then Beast Boy paused at the door, glancing back at Lightning, who was sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at the floor. He looked dejected and Beast Boy’s face felt warm . “You…didn’t want that, did you?” he asked cautiously.
Lightning nodded, reluctantly so, before he said, “You can return to your room, if you wish -” he began.
“N-No, that’s…that’s cool, I just…uh…” Beast Boy stammered. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. Not because he didn’t want to be with Lightning. That wasn’t the issue. It was just so soon. And Lightning was looking at him like that, as though he was silently demanding a flat-out answer without even having to say anything, and for once in his life Beast Boy didn’t know what to tell him. “Just…give me a sec to get what I need and come back. Is that okay?”
Beast Boy darted out of the room as soon as Lightning gave a nod of approval. He hardly paid attention to the way Saki stared at him as he nervously ran past her, muttering “oh man oh man oh man” under his breath, or how badly his knee hurt after he banged it against the doorway, before he ducked into his own room to gather some things. Would he need pajamas? Of course, why wouldn’t he? When Beast Boy tried to answer his own internal question, he flushed red in the face. He shook his head. It was better not to think about it.
When Beast Boy returned to the god’s bedroom, he was dressed in his pajamas (which had ducklings on them; he liked his ducklings, and Starfire had clumsily made them as a gift for him), teeth brushed and his panic almost discarded to the side. He walked in the bedroom, his stomach in knots, and was surprised to find that Lightning had already stripped off his armor and curled up under the covers. He fell asleep, Beast Boy realized. Of course he did. He had a long day. It wasn’t normal for Lightning to travel outside of his castle, let alone any immortal deity visiting a mortal world. Beast Boy couldn’t help but smile a bit. They really did have a fun time, didn’t they?
Other than Lightning attempting to set him free…
Beast Boy frowned at the memory. Why did he agree to stay, after wishing to leave so much? Sure, he liked Lightning. He liked him a lot, much more than he ever expected. But just recently, he hated Lightning for forcing him to stay. Now here he was, ready to go to bed with him as though nothing ever happened, as though this were normal. It wasn’t normal. So why did it feel like it could be?
Beast Boy climbed into the king-sized bed, carefully, trying not to stir Lightning’s slumber. He attempted to keep a safe distance between him and the other, although he was curious what would happen if he did snuggle up next to Lightning. He felt warm, even from a few feet away. Did every god radiate heat from themselves so excessively, or does it only apply to a lightning god? It was such an embarrassing thing to wonder about, but Beast Boy couldn’t help himself.
“Good night,” he whispered, then closed his own eyes to fall asleep.
“I am not sleeping yet.”
Beast Boy’s eyes shot open, meeting Lightning’s in the dark. “Oh. Sorry. I thought you were,” he said. “You don’t sit still very often, y’know?”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment or a jab?”
“Uh…both? It’s totally a playful jab, not a ‘I’m trying to annoy you’ jab. Okay, maybe a little,” Beast Boy explained with a nervous grin on his face.
“Why did you stay?”
Beast Boy’s face fell. Again with the questions. “I already told you,” he said. “I even showed you -”
“Oh, I know that,” Lightning sighed, turning over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I just find it odd that you did not run back to your tribe. You always talk about it. It was your home. I would return to my home if I were you.”
“That’s just it. You’re not me,” he said. “And of course I’m gonna talk about my tribe so much. It was my home. I was born and raised there. I had a family and friends. It was where I belonged.” He frowned. “Until I realized how different I was. What everyone expected from me. And that my friends weren’t really my friends. And my parents, both of them…they’re…”
“Dead,” Lightning finished for him.
Beast Boy nodded. He realized that their parents were dead; both of them were orphans. Long before Beast Boy watched his family drown in that flood, Lightning watched his own father die after he shot his father with a bolt. Although Lightning and his siblings never mentioned their mother, the silence alone spoke for itself.
Thankfully, Lightning didn’t press the subject any further. Instead, without warning, he turned back over onto his side, reaching a hand to grip one of Beast Boy’s.
“Did you feel like an outcast?” Lightning asked. Beast Boy shook his head yes as his fingers intertwined with the other’s. “Do you feel that way now?”
“That’s a little impossible. Look at us. You’re yellow and you shoot lightning bolts out of your hands. I’m green and I can shape shift into animals.” Lightning hummed lightly, as though he understood the point. They were both a little odd looking. “Actually, I’d probably make just as good of a god as any of you guys,” Beast Boy said, grinning cheekily. “Too bad that’s impossible, right?”
“Oh, it is possible for a mortal to gain immortality,” Lightning corrected casually. “It merely takes a test of strength. If they are worthy in my eyes, I grant them immortality, deem them a god of their rightful place, and send them on their way.”
“Wait. You can just make someone a god whenever you feel like it?” Beast Boy asked, his eyes wide and his jaw agape. “Do you just wave a hand and say ‘Behold, you are immortal!’ or something like that? Are there any rules? It can’t be that easy.”
“You will be surprised to learn that I am capable of many things,” Lightning commented. Beast Boy marveled at the god’s arrogance. He wasn’t sure if he was amazed by this admission, or revolted by it. “Actually, I can just grant you immortality right now.”
“Yeah right,” Beast Boy snickered.
“It is not a joke.”
Beast Boy stopped laughing immediately. “Wait -- you mean, right here? Right now?” he questioned, his voice pitch higher than normal. “Why?!”
“Why not?” Lightning asked, frowning.
“Why not?! It’s … dude, you’re asking me to be a god! I don’t even know what gods do, other than sit around and act holy,” he said, trying to maintain his calm composure. “I can’t do it.”
“I thought this was what you wanted,” Lightning pointed out. “You said so yourself.”
“I was joking,” Beast Boy said. He felt guilty as he watched Lightning’s face fall, confused and angry. Lightning wasn’t joking, either. He really wanted to do this for Beast Boy -- except it was too fast, too impulsive and too irrational. Beast Boy was all for spontaneity, but this was too much. “And even if I did wanna become a god and live forever, that’s still something us regular people don’t jump into right away. It’s a huge weight on our shoulders, you know?”
“I see.”
“You’re…not mad at me, are you?”
“I suppose not,” Lightning answered quietly.
Lightning, for once, had gone silent, an uncharacteristic feat. Beast Boy sighed, taking the other’s hands and kissed his knuckles; his lips on the other’s skin lingered for a moment. The god’s skin was hot. “I’m sorry. I won’t joke like that again,” he said. Lightning’s hands were surprisingly smooth for a warrior, those same hands used to channel bolts of electricity for an attack. His wrists were also noticeably much more delicate than Beast Boy had imagined. He never saw Lightning without his armor before, including the wrist bands.