[100ThemesBBT] Prompts 1-3
Prompt #1: Blink
Words: 324
Rating: K+
Characters: Beast Boy, Starfire
Setting: After 'Betrayal'
Themes: Angst
Beast Boy's cold nose touched the rim of the stupid glue-covered heart box and another whine sounded from his canine vocal chords.
Of all the things that shouldn't have happened this way, the termination of his short-lived puppy love was high up on the list. A day had passed but he was no closer to feeling any sort of detachment. His anger had dissipated and he felt oddly… lost without it. It was like his emotions had stopped and turned and were asking him "now what?".
He wanted to be angry with her. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to throw himself from her room and hunt her down and make her answer to her crimes - make her answer to him.
He snorted to himself. He never thought despair would feel so new.
There was a knock on the door and he fought the urge to growl in warning as the intruder - Starfire - entered uninvited.
"Friend?" Starfire ventured, "You are sleeping?"
Beast Boy's eyes were open. He wouldn't morph back - he wasn't ready to face even Starfire just yet - but he wouldn't ignore her. Starfire sat beside him on the bed and looked like she wanted to scratch him behind the ears.
Luckily she caught the warning in his stare.
"Friends Robin and Cyborg are worried for you, Beast Boy…' she said, explaining her presence, "I am worried for you, too."
Beast Boy didn’t - couldn't - answer. He exhaled through his nose, though not loud enough to break the silence, and let his eyes close.
Neither said a word, and finally Starfire sighed, said something Beast Boy didn't process and, finally, left him alone.
He snorted once more and curled himself tighter around the box.
He'd apologise to Starfire in the morning, she would forgive him, life would carry on as normal and Terra would become nothing more than a fleeting memory.
...
Or so he hoped.
Prompt #2: Wedding
Words: 242
Rating: K
Characters: 6 year old Garfield Logan, 6 Year old Tara Markov
Setting: AU
Themes: Fluff, Innocence
"How come you only have a mommy?"
Tara blinked up at Garfield and she grinned, "How come you're green?"
That didn't make sense to him. Garfield was certain he'd heard her giggles as Victor painted him earlier in the day, and he guessed that she didn’t want to talk about it.
It was a shame he never listened to himself.
"Did your daddy die?" he asked, quietly. Tara looked away, and he started to apologise when she looked up again.
"My daddy left. He didn't want to be married to my mommy anymore."
"Oh…" Garfield looked down at the table, his empty plastic cup sat on a plastic saucer staying empty even as Tara poured him more 'tea' from the plastic teapot. "Do you miss your daddy?"
Tara thought for a moment, her big blue eyes looking up into the distance. Garfield thought she was cute when she did that, though he'd never say it because then Victor would call him a girl and say he had cooties.
And he did not have cooties.
"I dunno… I don't remember my daddy. I guess it would be nice to have a daddy and a mommy, though…"
Garfield offered Tara his 'tea'.
"I'll marry you," he grinned, "So you and your mommy don't have to be lonely anymore."
There was a long pause during which Tara stared at Garfield. Then, finally..
"That's stupid." Tara snorted, drinking her 'tea', "Let's play doctors and nurses instead!"
Prompt #3: Fantasy
Words: 389
Rating: K
Characters: Beast Boy, Terra, Cyborg
Setting: any point in the series.
Themes: Birthday
Beast Boy, upon seeing the giant box in the middle of all the rest, crossed his fingers, toes and even attempted to cross his ears in hope. Tearing through the other birthday presents, he was practically drooling over the giant, purple and green wrapped box.
Mopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmoped--
Quicker than a flash of light, Beast Boy stripped the box of the wrap to reveal…
Another layer of wrap.
Under that layer was another. And another.
What?
Getting the joke, and a little deflated, Beast Boy carried on tearing through layers and layers of wrap. He was a few inches in before he paused momentarily to consider how long this must have taken to plan and execute, and glares at Cyborg and Terra proved them guilty.
With a sigh, Beast Boy carried on for what felt like hours through layer and layer and layer of wrapping paper of every texture, colour and design until, finally, he thought he felt the harder edges of a box a few layers away.
This didn't give him hope - the first time he'd felt a box through all the paper had, and the second time had too, but by now he was just expecting there to be a quarter sat in the middle of the anticlimatical present of the century.
However, tearing off the final sheet to see a black box with an actual hinge and tabs to open convinced him that this was the real deal. Opening the box, Beast Boy reached in to find
"A blindfold? What's this - WAAH!"
Before he could even figure out what was happening, he'd been grabbed and the blindfold had been forced on to him. Held by metal hands, he felt himself get carried through the halls and up and down stairs so much that he was sure Cyborg was trying to get him confused as to his location - which he was.
Finally, Cyborg set him down.
"What the hell is this about?" Beast Boy asked, a little miffed, yanking the blindfold off.
His eyes bugged out at what he saw.
There, sat in its own space near the T-car, was his very own…
"M-m-m-moped?!" he stuttered, voice squeaking at the end.
"Don't crash her,' Cyborg warned with a grin, tossing him the keys, "Those parts were hard to find."
It was a dream come true.
Words: 324
Rating: K+
Characters: Beast Boy, Starfire
Setting: After 'Betrayal'
Themes: Angst
Beast Boy's cold nose touched the rim of the stupid glue-covered heart box and another whine sounded from his canine vocal chords.
Of all the things that shouldn't have happened this way, the termination of his short-lived puppy love was high up on the list. A day had passed but he was no closer to feeling any sort of detachment. His anger had dissipated and he felt oddly… lost without it. It was like his emotions had stopped and turned and were asking him "now what?".
He wanted to be angry with her. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to throw himself from her room and hunt her down and make her answer to her crimes - make her answer to him.
He snorted to himself. He never thought despair would feel so new.
There was a knock on the door and he fought the urge to growl in warning as the intruder - Starfire - entered uninvited.
"Friend?" Starfire ventured, "You are sleeping?"
Beast Boy's eyes were open. He wouldn't morph back - he wasn't ready to face even Starfire just yet - but he wouldn't ignore her. Starfire sat beside him on the bed and looked like she wanted to scratch him behind the ears.
Luckily she caught the warning in his stare.
"Friends Robin and Cyborg are worried for you, Beast Boy…' she said, explaining her presence, "I am worried for you, too."
Beast Boy didn’t - couldn't - answer. He exhaled through his nose, though not loud enough to break the silence, and let his eyes close.
Neither said a word, and finally Starfire sighed, said something Beast Boy didn't process and, finally, left him alone.
He snorted once more and curled himself tighter around the box.
He'd apologise to Starfire in the morning, she would forgive him, life would carry on as normal and Terra would become nothing more than a fleeting memory.
...
Or so he hoped.
Prompt #2: Wedding
Words: 242
Rating: K
Characters: 6 year old Garfield Logan, 6 Year old Tara Markov
Setting: AU
Themes: Fluff, Innocence
"How come you only have a mommy?"
Tara blinked up at Garfield and she grinned, "How come you're green?"
That didn't make sense to him. Garfield was certain he'd heard her giggles as Victor painted him earlier in the day, and he guessed that she didn’t want to talk about it.
It was a shame he never listened to himself.
"Did your daddy die?" he asked, quietly. Tara looked away, and he started to apologise when she looked up again.
"My daddy left. He didn't want to be married to my mommy anymore."
"Oh…" Garfield looked down at the table, his empty plastic cup sat on a plastic saucer staying empty even as Tara poured him more 'tea' from the plastic teapot. "Do you miss your daddy?"
Tara thought for a moment, her big blue eyes looking up into the distance. Garfield thought she was cute when she did that, though he'd never say it because then Victor would call him a girl and say he had cooties.
And he did not have cooties.
"I dunno… I don't remember my daddy. I guess it would be nice to have a daddy and a mommy, though…"
Garfield offered Tara his 'tea'.
"I'll marry you," he grinned, "So you and your mommy don't have to be lonely anymore."
There was a long pause during which Tara stared at Garfield. Then, finally..
"That's stupid." Tara snorted, drinking her 'tea', "Let's play doctors and nurses instead!"
Prompt #3: Fantasy
Words: 389
Rating: K
Characters: Beast Boy, Terra, Cyborg
Setting: any point in the series.
Themes: Birthday
Beast Boy, upon seeing the giant box in the middle of all the rest, crossed his fingers, toes and even attempted to cross his ears in hope. Tearing through the other birthday presents, he was practically drooling over the giant, purple and green wrapped box.
Mopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmopedmoped--
Quicker than a flash of light, Beast Boy stripped the box of the wrap to reveal…
Another layer of wrap.
Under that layer was another. And another.
What?
Getting the joke, and a little deflated, Beast Boy carried on tearing through layers and layers of wrap. He was a few inches in before he paused momentarily to consider how long this must have taken to plan and execute, and glares at Cyborg and Terra proved them guilty.
With a sigh, Beast Boy carried on for what felt like hours through layer and layer and layer of wrapping paper of every texture, colour and design until, finally, he thought he felt the harder edges of a box a few layers away.
This didn't give him hope - the first time he'd felt a box through all the paper had, and the second time had too, but by now he was just expecting there to be a quarter sat in the middle of the anticlimatical present of the century.
However, tearing off the final sheet to see a black box with an actual hinge and tabs to open convinced him that this was the real deal. Opening the box, Beast Boy reached in to find
"A blindfold? What's this - WAAH!"
Before he could even figure out what was happening, he'd been grabbed and the blindfold had been forced on to him. Held by metal hands, he felt himself get carried through the halls and up and down stairs so much that he was sure Cyborg was trying to get him confused as to his location - which he was.
Finally, Cyborg set him down.
"What the hell is this about?" Beast Boy asked, a little miffed, yanking the blindfold off.
His eyes bugged out at what he saw.
There, sat in its own space near the T-car, was his very own…
"M-m-m-moped?!" he stuttered, voice squeaking at the end.
"Don't crash her,' Cyborg warned with a grin, tossing him the keys, "Those parts were hard to find."
It was a dream come true.