The Young Justice: Animated Anonymous Fic Meme

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Prompt Post - Part Two! [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
yj_anon wrote in yj_anon_meme

Part one here!
Feel free to reprompt posts from part one in part two once. If you do so, I'd reccommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody is tracking the first thread.
Please note that you can still fill over at part one- just don't prompt there! I encourage you all to go through looking for older things to fill.

Welcome to the Young Justice: Animated anonymous fic meme!

How does it work? Basically, you leave prompts, and people fill them with glorious fic. Pretty simple. Anonymity is allowed for those that feel nervous or awkward requesting or filling, but it isn't actually obligatory. Unlike a lot of memes (like kink memes) this doesn't have a particular focus beyond the fandom. Het, gen, slash, femslash, anything else you can think up? Welcome! Crack, drama, angst? Go nuts!

However, we do have some...

Rules and guidelines.

• Animated canon only, please. Crossovers are fine, so is integrating comics/etc. stuff into animated canon, but no outright Young Justice comic stuff, please.
• Be reasonable. Polite. Etc. You may be anonymous, but that is no excuse for being ridiculous.
• Likewise, be considerate in your prompting. Trigger warnings are appreciated (for content that may seriously upset people with past experience, such as rape/non-con, self harm, suicide, etc.- at the absolute least, please make it clear what the fic contains about before someone stumbles across it halfway through!), and please be careful with your wording. Memes like this often touch on some sensitive material. If you feel somebody has posted an actively offensive prompt, please either PM me or use the mod post here to bring it to my attention.
• One prompt per post, please!
• Repeat after me: Your Kink Is Not My Kink. Don't attack people's prompts because they aren't your cup of tea!
• Look, just don't wank up a storm in general. I'm sure we can all manage, right? :)

ETA: Please do not reprompt things until we reach a second part. In addition, I encourage anyone looking for things to fill to go back through previous pages. A lot of people have old prompts tracked, so your fills will still be seen!

This is the 'flat' view of the page; it shows comments in the order they're posted, rather than as threads. Makes it easier to see new fills on previous pages.

I'll look at getting a Delicious or Diigo or something-or-other archive up for filled prompts if it gets to the point we feel it'd be useful. In the meantime, have fun!

ETA: We now have a discussion post if you need one!

ETA: I need help with archiving! Also, we set up a fill post. Can you please leave links to any fic you write there. See the post for more details. Thanks!

ETA: GUYS. I am officially making the 'PM me about offensive prompts' thing obligatory. Please, I have difficulty keeping up without your wonderful help!

Incidentally, being polite includes not telling people they're being 'too sensitive' for being bothered by things. Just sayin'. This place is a safe space, in so much as I can make it one, and I don't really like the rhetoric of 'oh, if you're offended you're oversensitive' that I'm seeing in a couple places? Remember: people may have had different experiences than you that influence their view. Don't assume. :)

ETA: Since apparently it doesn't come under some of your definitions of 'civility':


I don't care if you hate that ditz M'gann, I don't care how much you think Kaldur is sooo boring, I don't care if you think Artemis is a bitch, I don't care if you want Wally to go die, I don't care how much you want Superboy to punch himself into oblivion or how bratty you think Robin is. This is not a place to ask for fic that is for nothing more or less than to satisfy said hate. We have and welcome fans of ALL CHARACTERS here, and it's just insulting and rude to tear them down.

And this is not the same as asking for a single prompt where they're AU and evil, or for a prompt where they mess up in some way, or even where they get called out on something they did if you feel it would make a good story. But come the hell on, guys.

ETA: Please see this recent post regarding certain issues we've been having. Thank you.

In-progress Delicious account.

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Magic gender switch (with a sweetch!)

So, it's traditional in fanfic communities to have a story where people end up magically changing gender, ya? And in this community we seem to have no transwank ya? So this is what I would like to req:

Some sort of magical event switches all the genders of YJ. Mostly all of them want it fixed, but one of them is extatic, as they finally feel right... Only to angst about what they are going to do when the "cure" is found- are they going to stay the same? Or are they giong to force themselves back to the status quo?

I'd really prefer it to be a MtF character, and I'd especially love you forever if it was KF as I just read a beautiful KF MtF story that I loved to pieces and am craving more of if that's alright

Magical gender switch switches YJ's gender... Making one of them happier than ever before, but unsure of what they are going to do next.

Re: Magic gender switch (with a sweetch!)

I have named MtF Wally "Willa" in my persona headcanon, and am in love with her.

That fic was so freakin' amazing. SO AMAZING. Second this with any character, of course!

Re: Magic gender switch (with a sweetch!)

I'm admittedly not in love with her... (straight female), but I do love her~ ^_^

You call her "Willa"? That's pretty sweet... I just call her Walli. I like to imagine her dotting the "i" with a heart, and getting no shit for it. ^_^

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It's short for Wilhelmina, which is one of my favourite names everrrr. *pets Willa*

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Though I don't agree with you (on the "what her name should be" thing), that is adorable. (^_^)

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Terribly cute! :) Although I see Wally as a gender neutral name already..

Is it terrible that I want to know what fic that is?

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It's not terrible


blondes really DO have more fun (1a/?)

Holy hannah it took me FOREVER to find this prompt again so I could start posting this. >__>;; THANK YOU, ANON WHO TRACKED IT DOWN FOR ME. <3


Superboy is not used to pain. Superboy is no kind of used to pain, and even though he can hear voices around him, hear people moving towards him, the idea of moving himself is the last thing he ever wants to consider.

“Oh my god this is the worst mission ever,” a disgusted voice says from not so far away.

“Worst, or best?” another asks—a girl's voice, leering. Superboy frowns, and becomes vaguely aware that he's on the ground. He feels . . . spilled, as if everything has fallen out, like there is nothing left at all, and even opening his eyes is almost too hard. Not that there's much point, because when he manages he can't even see--everything is bright, shining yellow.

That's probably what Robin and Wally were talking about that time they were comparing concussion stories, he decides, and just lets them close again.

“Definitely worst, you idiot! And how many times do I have to tell you, stop touching yourself!” the first voice snaps back. Male, sharp, irritated. Superboy doesn't recognize it—either of them—but feels like he should.

“Make me!” the girl taunts, and the boy growls, and someone else sighs. Bodies, onetwothreefour five people. Counting isn't painful. Five heartbeats, five scents, five breathing sets of lungs. He doesn't recognize them, still, but still feels like he should.

“This is so strange,” a new voice says, soft and male but . . . sweet, somehow, even sounding concerned. “I can't turn into a human girl anymore.”

“I suppose that would make sense,” another new voice murmurs—female, low, melodic. Much closer than any of the others. Its owner crouches and a slim, cool hand lays itself on Superboy's head, and the slight weight of it is painful, but almost in a good way. He tries to open his eyes again, but still all he can see is bright and shining yellow. “Superboy?” the voice asks. “Is that you?”

What kind of question is that, he wonders.

“You know, I think the most whelming part is the whole 'suddenly being a redhead' thing,” the fifth person says thoughtfully. For a second Superboy thinks it's Robin, but the pitch is just barely too high—it's another girl, even smaller than Robin from how light she steps.

“Dude! Suddenly something's wrong with being a redhead?” the first girl demands indignantly.

“We've already got two—three if you count Speedy,” the Robin-girl says reasonably. “It's just, you know, a guy likes to feel a little more special than that, maybe it's just me.”

“We count Speedy, dammit. And it's really awful on you, if it helps,” the first girl volunteers. “Cut's all poufy and weird-looking.”

“Oh yeah, that totally helps,” Robin-girl says sourly. Superboy wonders how long the yellow in his vision is going to last, and finally tries to push himself up. His fingers curl against the ground and he makes it up an inch or two, but that's about it.

Oh, and the yellow whites out into agony and drops him back in the dirt on his face, but other than that.

“Superboy!” the second girl exclaims—the not-arguing girl, the one with a voice like a song, it's a really pretty voice, he thinks dazedly, and her hands are on him, flipping him over, and then the yellow's gone except for a few strange lines splitting the world apart and she's really pretty, all dark skin and skinny blonde cornrows and . . . gills.

Gills and clothes that don't fit.

“What?” Superboy manages, staring at Kaldur's vest on a pair of broad but still definitely feminine shoulders, and the girl sighs relief and touches his face, and brushes something out of it. The lines of yellow go away, and the eyes in that pretty face are . . . those are Kaldur's eyes.

blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

“Yeah, so we totally all got cursed. Thus the 'my whole body went through a blender' hangover you're having down there,” Robin-girl says, leaning into his line of sight, and Superboy blinks up at her. Her hair's short and red and choppy-cut, but otherwise . . . otherwise she really doesn't look very different. Even her uniform looks like it still fits right, unlike Kaldur's, although it doesn't look very good with the hair.

“Robin?” he asks in bemusement anyway, and she sighs and tips her head back.

“You know, dude, the rest of us all got this part over with while you were still unconscious,” she says--he says—accusingly. “But yeah, Robin. And that's Aqualass, Girl Flash, Mister Martian, and Apollo all standing over there, congratulations, now you're all caught up!”

“Why are you the only one who doesn't have to change their code name?” Wally demands—Wally whose costume fits all wrong, whose lips are pink and full and eyes are bigger and brighter, whose hair is miles longer than usual and spilling down over his shoulders in wind-blown curls. The effect is . . . disconcerting, but at least it's still the same color.

“Um,” Superboy tries, looking back to Kaldur, and then the lines of yellow fall back into his line of sight and that's when he notices that his voice sounds wrong.

“C'mon, 'Supergirl', we've still got a hostile to beat the tar out of and I know how much you'd hate to miss that,” Artemis says with a smirk, stepping forward and offering him a hand. Superboy takes it, watching his own arm reach out—it's so small, still muscled but somehow slender and not at all like it was, and Artemis pulls him to his feet and then they stand eye to eye and . . .

“You're tall,” he manages, stupidly, and she laughs in surprise and looks down between them and it's a low, masculine sound that is . . . different.

“Hah, I guess so. You're pretty tall for a girl,” she says, and lets go of his arm. Superboy takes a step back and his waistband slips, and he grabs the belt just in time to keep his pants from slipping down around his thighs—and then he's looking down at himself, at the shirt that's ridiculously huge and swimming on him, the suddenly too-big boots and sagging pants, and the yellow slipping into his line of vision again—

Oh, he realizes, and touches it.

“Wow, that is so not right,” Wally says, just eyeing him. “Seriously, Supes, you really needed to be a smokin' hot blonde?”

“'Smoking'?” Superboy repeats blankly, just staring at his hair. It's long—not as long as Artemis's usually is, but longer than Black Canary's. He's never had long hair before. He's never had his hair any way but how Cadmus cut it, and now he feels . . . now he feels odd, thinking that.

“Still got a hostile at large,” Artemis reminds them, stepping close and cinching Superboy's belt tight. He almost yelps, except they're eye to eye again and Artemis is handsome, he realizes suddenly, and has no idea what to do with the knowledge. She steps back, and he feels awkward and unnerved and does the same.

“Let's avoid splitting up,” Kaldur says, looking around. “I believe one curse is more than enough for one day. We should not tempt fate by making ourselves easier targets.”

The others make agreeing noises, and Superboy nods belatedly, only half-listening. Wally and Artemis are both trying to tug their uniforms into more comfortable positions—Artemis especially, since she's the only one who got bigger and doesn't have psychic clothing—and he's noticed Kaldur and Robin both make efficient little adjustments once or twice, but . . .

Kaldur starts talking about the plan, then, and Superboy tries to pay attention but . . .

They all look so uncomfortable, he thinks; everyone except M'gann. Is that really just the clothes?


OP: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)




Re: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

Helpful-Anon would like to let you know that she loves you forever because this right here? This is awesome!

I'm totally digging how they're all so uncomfortable in their new bodies because, honestly? That's gotta be really weird to suddenly wake up with any kind of new body.

Can't wait to see more Filler-Anon!

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F5 F5 F5 F5

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Supergirl and Batgirl, omigod!!! OMIGOD!! I can see Kaldur as a hot chick with cornrows, he must be so lovely and strong! LIKE AN AMAZON, OMIGOD.


Re: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

stepping close and cinching Superboy's belt tight

Okay, I kinda giggled XD My only question is why there was hair color change, but otherwise, WHOO.

Because I can understand Super'girl' but the only female Robin had blond hair too.

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She's seen with red hair, too.

I actually prefer that, but that's probably because I think redheads are the best heads ever <3

Re: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

Other!anon here. That's Barbara Gordon. She was the first batgirl. The only female Robin was Stephanie Brown, seen here:

(It took me a second when I saw the red hair mention too, but I figured out you meant Barbara after a moment)

writeranon: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

Actually, anon was more thinking Carrie Kelly. *grins*

Re: writeranon: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

Yay! Someone else who likes The Dark Knight Returns. This fill is amazing, btw.

Re: blondes really DO have more fun (1b/?)

Oh XD Well that's Batgirl. Female Robin was blond. Still. cool.

blondes really DO have more fun (2a/?)

They find the target—the “definitely not magical, this is totally scientifically explainable” target, Wally keeps insisting—but beating him into the ground does not immediately undo their “scientifically explainable” transformations, which everyone else seems kind of insulted by. Superboy isn't sure why they all thought punching the guy into unconsciousness was going to instantly fix the problem, but they have been doing this longer than him.

M'gann's ship works like normal, but explaining why Mount Justice won't let them in to Batman is kind of awkward, and in the end the Martian Manhunter has to drop by and brainscan them. Superboy grits his teeth against the invasive presence, but it's not as bad as he expects it to be and it's over quick.

“It's them,” Manhunter confirms, and Batman fixes them all with this look that everyone else turns bright red and starts readjusting their uniforms under. Superboy frowns a little, but feels . . . normally he would be very angry to be looked at like that, he thinks, but right now he's only a little irritated. Kaldur explains and Batman listens, and then sends them all to wait in the living room while he calls Zatara.

“This is so embarrassing,” Artemis groans, tugging at the bottom of her barely-zipped shirt like she's trying to cover her bare stomach with it. Superboy doesn't understand why, it's not like she doesn't normally go around with her stomach bare, but strips off his T-shirt and tosses it at her. It doesn't fit him right anymore anyway. “Thanks,” she says automatically, catching it—then stares at him.

“. . . you know, I hate to say anything that even kind of agrees with Arty, but 'mmmm, that girl',” Wally says after a long moment spent staring too. Superboy frowns at both of them, not understanding, and then Artemis is very quickly yanking the shirt back over his head and oh, right. Girls have breasts.

He didn't even think about it. Well—it was uncomfortable while they were fighting, but that was it, really. It wasn't even that uncomfortable, really. They weren't in the way or anything, they were just there, and he doesn't feel any different about taking off his shirt either way.

Wally and Artemis are both bright pink, though, so maybe he shouldn't have.

“Uh. Sorry?” he tries.

“What for?” Wally asks dreamily, then seems to realize what he just said and shakes himself, quick, pretty red curls bouncing into his face. “I mean that's okay, totally that's fine, no one minds!”

“I mind you,” Artemis growls, glaring at him, and he glares back up at her and it's weird, Superboy thinks, he can tell they're Artemis and Wally but they just look so miserable in their own skins, and if there's one thing he'd never associate with either of them it's the idea of them being uncomfortable in themselves.

But everyone seems to be, except again, for him and M'gann. Superboy glances at her, wondering why, and she looks the same as ever, apart from the fact she took the heels off her boots and changed her skirt into shorts. And, well, being a boy. He supposes this kind of thing isn't anything new to her, though—it's probably even good practice.

blondes really DO have more fun (2b/?)

They wait around for a while, Wally and Artemis bickering and Robin getting dragged into it too, and Kaldur getting more and more restless as time goes by and the other three get angrier and angrier. M'gann starts to get anxious when both her and Kaldur's attempts at peacemaking fail and retreats into the kitchen, and Superboy follows her because he isn't really sure what else to do. He doesn't understand why they're so upset. The pain from the initial transformation wore off hours ago, the mission was otherwise a textbook success, and no one has so much as a bruised knee or bloody nose. Normally they'd all be ecstatic.

“Everyone's so upset,” M'gann frets, flipping anxiously through her cookbook, and Superboy just leans over her shoulder and watches the recipes fly by. It's not as easy to lean over as it used to be, though, and he has to go up on the balls of his feet to manage it; even then the vantage point isn't the one he's used to. M'gann notices, and adjusts, and the next thing he knows he's slipped in under her warm strong arm and she's the one reading over his shoulder.

It's . . . different, he thinks.

“Your hair's so nice,” M'gann says somewhere between seafood chowder and steak salad, and Superboy blinks and gives her a startled look. She immediately looks anxious and nearly fumbles the book. “I'm sorry, I don't mean—I know it's girl hair, I just thought it was nice. I didn't mean anything by it.”

“I don't mind,” Superboy says, slowly, and tilts his head so the yellow falls into his field of vision again.

And he doesn't.

M'gann looks surprised, but not as surprised as he feels.


OP: blondes really DO have more fun (2b/?)

Superboy isn't sure why they all thought punching the guy into unconsciousness was going to instantly fix the problem, but they have been doing this longer than him.


and if there's one thing he'd never associate with either of them it's the idea of them being uncomfortable in themselves.

DX Good on you Superboy, for noticing that. Poor them, though. DX

He doesn't understand why they're so upset. The pain from the initial transformation wore off hours ago, the mission was otherwise a textbook success, and no one has so much as a bruised knee or bloody nose. Normally they'd all be ecstatic.

Ohhh.... This is good.


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This is written really well. I love the serious side, how everyone is so uncomfortable and lashing out a little because of it.

Also totally interesting how it's from Superboy's perspective, because he really has an unique one. I'm really curious how this is going to go.

(As a sidenote, I am not a fan of genderswap at all [I know, what kind of anon am I?] and I really started reading this by accident. Speaks something about the story that I'm so invested!)

blondes really DO have more fun (3a/?)

Zatara comes and checks them all over, says “This is going to take a few days”, swats Wally with a deck of cards for calling him a fraud, and then leaves to interrogate the criminal who cast the spell to begin with. Wally and Robin and Artemis get even angrier, and Batman gives Kaldur a credit card and tells them all to go buy three days' worth of clothing that will fit and support appropriately. Kaldur blushes for possibly the only time ever, and they all raid each other's closets to cobble together temporary fixes before heading out. M'gann even borrows one of Superboy's shirts, although she obviously doesn't need to. He figures she felt left out, though, so doesn't say anything. Besides, she said she liked them.

Artemis and Wally fit each other's clothes best and take it as a personal affront, Robin still fits his own and takes that as a worse affront, and Superboy and Kaldur both end up barely fitting into Wally's, which has him sputtering indignantly for the next half-hour. They go to the mall and M'gann is excited to shop, but everyone else looks ready to die of embarrassment. Superboy doesn't understand what the big deal is, but Robin and Wally and Kaldur all choke when Artemis drags them into the lingerie section of the first department store they get to.

He doesn't mind that much, and looks around while she browbeats them into getting their measurements taken. The salesgirl seems a little weirded out by a boy intimidating a bunch of embarrassed girls into buying bras and panties, but she's nice enough when it's Superboy's turn for the measuring tape. Robin only needs a training bra, Kaldur is an A-cup—apparently bra sizes come in numbers and letters; who knew—and Wally is a C, which immediately has him and Artemis arguing again, although Superboy can't figure out why. Something about speedster metabolisms and “where did you even get the body fat for that, you bastard?!” and “hah, you're just jealous I'm bigger than you!” and the like.

It's all very unnecessarily confusing, Superboy thinks, and the salesgirl tells him he's a C too and then goes to get them all something to try on.

“That is not fair,” Wally says vehemently when he sees all the lacy and racy bras the salesgirl brings back. Superboy just takes off his shirt and grabs the first black one he sees, because he doesn't see the point of complaining. Wally and Robin and the salesgirl all choke, and that's the first proper explanation he gets of the point of changing rooms. Artemis helps them adjust the bras right—M'gann doesn't wear real ones, so she's as hopeless as the rest of them—which they get more weird looks from the salesgirl for but goes okay otherwise. Wally really doesn't like it, though, and almost vibrates through the changing room door trying to get out of it; in the end Kaldur has to help him with his.

Robin gets the first training bra the salesgirl offers him and Wally and Kaldur both find the plainest and most appropriately supportive bra they can and immediately buy three of it apiece, but M'gann comes up with a lacy pink thing and a silky blue one and beams up at Superboy, and so he ends up with three different ones. They fit fine and they're going to be under his clothes, he reasons, so he doesn't see why it matters if they're especially girly or not. It's not like they make manly bras, and besides the ones M'gann picked out both come with matching panties so that's one less thing he has to look for.

blondes really DO have more fun (3b/?)

He still likes the black one best, Superboy decides as he looks at himself in the mirror, and then he looks at himself in the mirror. He has long pale legs and long pale arms and long pale hair, and his face is still severe and his eyes are still blue but there are . . . curves to him, now, and when he smooths his hand down his own side it's . . . it's very . . .

The line of him is different.

Artemis finds underwear for the others, Wally shrieks at her until she stops trying to put him in frilly pastels, and Superboy watches himself in mirrors as they argue and Robin tries to melt into the floor and M'gann frets and Kaldur pays. They go to the next section and Artemis gets underwear too (“BOXER briefs, are you SERIOUS?!” Wally demands) and Superboy keeps catching glimpses of himself in mirrors, the long sway of his hair, the . . . the way his legs look, how slim and strong they are under Wally's too-loose but too-short jeans, and M'gann goes flitting through the racks and comes back with a short dress, pink and swishy and light, and Superboy looks at it and . . .

It looks how he feels, he thinks; he feels pink and swishy and light, like his feet could step right off the floor. He tries it on and Wally and Artemis both sputter at M'gann for picking it out but Superboy just looks at himself in the mirror and it's a pretty dress, pink and swishy and light and pretty and . . . and he doesn't really know, besides that. But M'gann fights in dresses, he reasons, so why not?

And it's pretty.

Wally and Robin and Kaldur all get the most shapeless jeans and T-shirts they can find and hide in their clothes, and Superboy wonders why. Artemis isn't much better, although she tries harder not to grimace about it. M'gann, again, doesn't really care, and doesn't buy anything—she keeps flitting through the aisles in her borrowed T-shirt, though, and Superboy goes with her and the pink dress swishes around his thighs (is this what wearing a cape feels like, he wonders, would a cape make him feel this light and free). She finds him two pairs of flared jeans and two baby doll S-shield shirts and a pair of boots, but he doesn't really want boots right now, so she finds little white slip-ons that don't weigh a thing too and that's perfect.

That's really perfect, he thinks, tugging long blonde hair over his shoulder and looking at himself in another mirror.

He just feels so light.

Superboy has never felt this light. Even seeing the moon . . . even seeing Superman, before he landed, before he tried to say anything to him . . . even that didn't feel this light.

“Hey, Supergirl, move your butt!” Wally yells from somewhere in the men's section, and Superboy blinks, slowly, and keeps looking at himself.

Supergirl, he repeats in his head, and it sounds . . .


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