SeaArrow first day undercover together.
Title: The Rainy Day Women
Summary: Based on this amazing fanart by BabyNarwhal. Barbara was not planning to spend her day rescuing an alien from the rain. But hey, Starfire’s worth it. (Starbat, YJ!Verse).
Word Count: 2,896
Author’s Notes: And now I have another series that requires continuation. I regret nothing. Okay, maybe a few things.
The buzz of the communicator stirred Barbara from her studying. She lifted her head from her computer science textbook to stare at the thing as though it had made some grave offense-didn’t everyone on the team know it was finals? It buzzed again, making her desk shake. Barbara sighed. She might as well pick up-she needed the break, anyway, even if it was just to say, “don’t call me, I’m studying.” She pressed the com on her communicator, and was immediately greeted by a sort of…static sound.
“Barbara?” came a voice from the other end, sweet but confused.
“…yes?” Barbara replied, a bit concerned. She didn’t really recognize the voice-it was familiar but-
Title: House of Matchsticks
Summary: Roy’s temper sparks fires that he can rarely put out. (Companion to When You’ve Burnt Your Last Bridge. Aquawife. Some smut).
Genre: Love and sex, or something like it.
Word Count: 1560
Author’s Notes: Keep an eye out for a part 3.
An angry Kaldur was a curious sight-mainly because he never got mad, or even frustrated, unless the situation truly called for it. Also, he only ever seemed to get angry with Roy. Or with situations that Roy may or may not have sort have indirectly caused. And perhaps Roy should’ve taken it as a sort of warning sign but holy hell-Kaldur was so fucking pretty when he was mad.
Dick and Barbara discuss Dick’s talents
(Audio from Community)
Title: L’Inconnue de la Seine
Summary: When you take the face of a long lost love, you gain the burdens her body bears. (M’gann/Kadur-centric).
Word Count: 772
Author’s Notes: Mentions of multiple pairings.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot/The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind/Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
Zatanna Zatara + F A L L E N . A N G E L
Guest starring Castiel
Humans are precious, tiny things; they are fragile and Zatanna finds that she rarely understands them. What started as idle annoyance with her father’s favorite creations somehow developed into fondness-this little team of humans (and inhumans, where others are concerned) is a family to her; and she will protect them from those dark forces that they remain unaware of. She knows their secrets; she knows what Kaldur is up to, she knows where Wally’s futures will converge. But it’s not her place to speak of these things, and so she remains their guardian, carefully watching them from a safe distance.
After all, she has her own secrets to keep.
Even surrounded by friends, she must always carry her own burdens.
Chasing Your Tail (Supermartian)
Mature Content, Slight Dubcon
M’gann M’orzz + P H E R O M O N E . P R O J E C T I O N
Everyone wants to be near her-hold her hand, touch her hair, tell her how pretty she is. M’gann is growing weary of her suffocating reality. Of her teammates staring at her for a little to long, coming up to her and pulling her aside and she loves her friends, she does, but she knows they only love her back because they have no other choice. So when they kiss her, when she lets their fingers lock with hers, she wonders what it would be like to just be invisible-to be blissfully alone. She can’t control herself around them, they can’t control themselves around her. She’s cursed, to this. To untrue love. To vicious lust. And she hates it.
She just wants to run.
But she knows it’s impossible to hide.
Conner Kent + L Y C A N T H R O P Y
Nobody knows if it’s magic or science that runs through his veins and eats away at his psyche. All anyone knows is that six months ago, Conner Kent appeared out of the blue, the boy that turns into a wolf. He hears them whisper that he’s an animal in hushed, urgent tones. They’re scared. Not that he can’t control it; no, they’re afraid of how well he does. Maybe he’s not a boy that turns into a wolf-maybe it’s the other way around. He’ll push and snarl back and he’ll bare his teeth, if need be. But he’ll be loyal to his friends until the day he dies, he’ll protect them until they are pried out of his hands. He might not remember who he was, but he knows who his team needs him to be. And on most days, that’s almost good enough. Still, something nags at him, something tells him to run even as he stays rooted to the ground.
Who are you, Conner Kent?
And who do you want to be?