The Young Justice: Animated Anonymous Fic Meme


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

THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE.

Part two here!


Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one and in part three 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 parts one and two- 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':

NO CHARACTER BASHING.

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.

ETA: Are you offering anything for charity in the recent fandom auctions for relief efforts? If you are, feel free to promote/browse/etc. here!

ETA: New affilate - DC comics meme!

ETA: At several people's requests - rec post & general finding-things post!

ETA: New affilate - YJ kink meme!

ETA: PROMPT FREEZE/FILL-A-THON!

Because people wanted one.

For the next few days, until the 1st now the 4th of April, DO NOT SUBMIT ANY NEW PROMPTS. Instead, why not try filling a few? We have so many wonderful ones left unfilled. Maybe try looking a few pages back! Or a few parts back, even!

On the 1st April (no joke, hah), I'll post part four and prompting will resume.

Thank you! And have fun!


Now finished!

In-progress Delicious account.

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Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
Nothing stays the same. Seasons change. People come and go.

Circumstances aside, Alfred thinks young Richard's arrival into the Wayne household is a blessing and a welcome change to Bruce's routinely grim endeavors.

He is grateful. The boy exhibits a bright and warm glow that casts itself across every inch of the manor. It feels so refreshing that Alfred finds himself able to breathe a little deeper. Sigh just a tad more satisfyingly.

Richard is nine. And while Alfred's first young charge was that age once, the differences between the two are startling.

He admits to being just a little excited. Bruce's new ward is a tiny thing. He barely reaches any of the tables in the manor, the only way of telling he is there is to look for the soft, scruffy jet black hair that peek over wood and marbletops. His blue, blue eyes are ridiculously huge and filled with all the awe and wonder meant for the sky and stars. His round chubby cheeks frame his constantly energizing smile and if Alfred weren't a man of restraint he would have pinched them to no end the first night Richard smiled at him.

To put things simply, he was adorable. If not a bit melodramatic.

"This is a complete disaster." Dick whined as he lifted his right arm for Alfred to inspect. He covered his eyes with a hand.

"Now, now, Master Richard," Alfred chided patiently, reattaching another one of his handmade leaves on to the brown sleeve of Dick's costume, "It's not the end of the world."

Dick peeked through his fingers and looked at the butler disbelievingly.

Alfred's lip quirked upward as he attached another leaf, "And if it was, you and Master Bruce would make short work of it."

"Ohh, Pshaw, Mr. Pennyworth. Puhh-shaw." Dick said emphatically, motioning his free hand off his face and in to a dismissive wave.

"Pshaw, sir?"

"I dunno." He scratched his head thoughtfully, "I heard this guy on TV saying it last night. The screen was fuzzy so I just listened. I couldn't see good."

"You mean 'well', sir." Alfred corrected as he moved to repair the bald spots on Dick's other sleeve.

"Huh?" Dick asked, scratching his head with his other hand.

"You couldn't see well, sir." The butler repeated.

"Ohh, so good is...bad?"

"There are some cases. I could tutor you on the basics of speech and grammar tomorrow afternoon if you'd like, sir."

He smiled widely at the offer, "Oh, sure. We could eat cookies and you could make me write letters or something...What were we talking about before?"

"I believe you were pshawing me, sir." Alfred barely managed to suppress a chuckle.

"Ohh, ohh! Right. PSHAW, ALFRED. This is eleven times worse than the end of the world!" And suddenly Dick had the back of his hand on his forehead in feigned distraught, his other arm slipping from Alfred's grasp and whipping up into the air with all the flourish a third grader could muster. Some of the leaves fluttered in the air above him, enhancing the mood.

The actor in Alfred couldn't help but smile.

"Eleven, sir?" He asked as he sighed lightly. He would have to reattach those leaves again.

"...Eleven comes after ten, right?"

His hands had managed to recapture Dick's arm, "Undoubtedly, sir."

"Oh, okay. Good."

"Mmm."

A comfortable silence fell over the two. The quiet soothing the old butler's mind as he applied leaves onto the well-made faux branches. Leaf ninety-eight here. Leaf ninety-nine there. Leaf one-hundre--

"...Alfred?"

Ahh, youth. "Yes, Master Richard?"

"Are you done yet?" Dick was starting to fidget more and more.

"Almost, sir. Do keep still."

He stiffened quickly before guiltily murmuring, "Oh, okay. Sorry."

As he surveyed his work, Alfred mentally wondered why the young acrobat was so agitated. It wasn't like him to worry so much over something so trivial like a play. The boy was a natural showman.

Just like his parents.


Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
He placed both his hands on Dick's shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly. "There you are, sir. Good as new."

His hands lingered as the nine-year-old slightly raised his arms appraisingly. There was a serious yet thoughtful expression on his face as he evaluated the man's work. His tiny eyebrows knit together, his lips pouting in concentration. Then finally, the boy's lips twitched upward slowly. His large, blue eyes glanced up at him through thick lashes with a kind twinkle.

"Thanks, Alfred."

Alfred found his eyes softening kindly, "Is it to your liking?"

Dick moved away from him and in front of a mirror. He forced himself to stand up straight, turning an inch from side to side. He eyes himself critically. And after a full minute of staring in silence the circus boy bounds into a twirl, shouting: "Photosynthesis!"

He lands with his faux bark-clad knees slightly bent and his upper limbs poised into jazz hands, pink tongue sticking out. He straightens abruptly, frowns as best as his smiling lips allow, and rubs his chin in a way that Alfred knows he copied off of Bruce.

"Hmm...I dunno," He hums with all the seriousness of Batman on a case while placing a hand on his hip, "Doesn't it make me look more orange than apple?"

And, oh, yes. He has to raise an eyebrow at that. "...I beg your pardon, sir?"

The boy scoffs, "I'm supposed to be an apple tree, Alfred!"

Alfred's other eyebrow joins its brother in reaching for his hairline.

Dick stares at him for a full minute, lips pursing. He starts moving, starts pacing. And all Alfred can do is follow the boy's movements with his wise, blue eyes.

He follows the boy as he clambers on to his bed, he lets out a tiny squeak as his foot almost slips on the sheets before resuming his ascent. He follows the boy as he settles in to a lotus position, crinkling and wrinkling the tough fabric of his costume. He follows the boy as he reaches for a worn-out stuffed circus clown plushie, tiny fingers curling around the colorful toy and large eyes plagued with worry.

"What if people look at me and all they see is an orange tree?" He murmurs, tightening his hold on the clown.

Alfred takes a seat at the edge of the bed, listening.

The boy gasps as he tucks the clown under his chin.

He shuffles over to Alfred, looking like a baby shrub wriggling towards a butler with a single clown-shaped fruit, and whispers conspiratorially into his plushie, "Or worse...they'll think I'm a mango tree."

Alfred laughs. He laughs out loud and he shakes a little, shakes the bed slightly as well. It sounds pleasant and full and polite and not at all demeaning. "And what, may I ask, is wrong with being a mango tree, sir?"

Dick's eyes narrow disapprovingly at him. His jaw drops in disbelief. It's as if Alfred has insulted him by not knowing, not understanding his bizarre tree-child logic. The expression softens and changes in to a look of patience reserved for children who are never quiet. Really.

He gets to his knees, wobbling slightly from the bed's bounciness. He gingerly tucks the clown plushie under one arm and takes Alfred's hand with both of his.

Alfred wishes he has a camera on him for the look Dick is giving him.


Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
Dick speaks as if he is telling a child that Santa didn't exist; careful and patronizing. "They're not apple trees, Alfred. And I'm an apple tree in the school play."

"I am well aware of that, Master Richard. And personally I don't see a problem other than you being nervous."

He releases the butler's hands and flops on his back, "Me? Nervous? No. Not really."

"Forgive me, sir. You just seem quite anxious over this. Unusually so."

"Ohh...I--well." Dick fails to hide the blush spreading on his face and decides to hide his face altogether, dumping the clown plushie on his head.

"I just wanna do good." He supplies quickly, but then just as quickly corrects, "--Well. Just wanna do well."

He smiles fondly at that, "I'm sure you'll perform your part splendidly, Master Richard."

"I hope so. And I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings about the costume. I didn't mean it. It's perfect. I just don't think I can pull it off."

"Ah, young sir. I believe you could pull off a pumpkin patch in your sleep. A mere apple tree will only concede to your talent." He carefully sets the plushie aside and smiles down at the boy.

Dick smiles back up at him. "Heh, thanks."

"You're welcome, sir."

There is a heavy, pregnant pause between them.

"Hey, Alfred?" The young acrobat sits up and looks at him intently.

"Yes, Master Richard?"

There is a large, brightly colored poster of The Flying Graysons framed and hung on the wall beside Dick's bed. Dick turns away from Alfred, gazing at it guiltily.

He bites his lip before allowing the question to ghost past his lips in a whisper. "You think Bruce will come to this one?"

Alfred makes a point of not glancing in the poster's direction, instead placing a hand on Dick's shoulder.

"I'll make sure of it, sir."


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Okay, so uhh...it's waaaaay long for a mini-fill. But it's happier? And I think that the possibility that Dick could miss Bruce more than his parents is quite high. Considering how any child below nine would never even think of losing their parents, it's probable that the trauma from losing them has helped cultivate a stronger, more pronounced need for Dick to be with his family. Did that get across? I really am not confident with this one. Hmph. PHOTOSYNTHESIS.

Re: Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IS PERFECT. So cuuuuute<3

Re: Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
OH GOD THE PHOTOSYNTHESIS KILLED ME


Re: Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
So adorable. <3

I particularly loved the "if Alfred hadn't been a man of restraint" bit. Best line I've seen or heard in a long time!

Re: Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH SOCUTE!!!

SOMEONE DRAW THIS!!

Re: Mini-fill: The Apple Falls Far

(Anonymous)
Absolutely precious and adorable and realistic and so so so CUTE!

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