The Young Justice: Animated Anonymous Fic Meme


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Prompt Post -Part One! [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


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. :)

In-progress Delicious account.

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New Eyes 1/2

(Anonymous)
Clark Kent grimaced as his clone arrived on the scene with an earth jarring impact that dented the asphalt and shattered windows for blocks around. The explosion hadn’t done half as much damage.

Clark had been taking a break from work at the Daily Planet, listening to his young friend Jimmy Olsen pour out his troubles when they’d heard explosions and the wall surrounding the LexCorp Lab across the street had crumbled. Clark let Jimmy scramble for his camera then followed the younger man out into the street. He had intended to let the crowd separate them so he could slip away and return as Superman.

The clone’s presence put a wrench in that plan. Superboy was the last person Clark wanted to risk his secret identity around. Cadmus had certainly been up to no good when they made that thing. A small voice chimed in ‘And if you don’t become Superman, you won’t have to deal with him. He doesn’t know Clark Kent from Adam.’ Clark did his best to bury that voice.

With becoming Superman not an option Clark dove into the crowd, determined to stick close to Jimmy in case things went bad.

A robot stepped out of the billowing clouds of smoke coming from the hole in the LexCorp building. It stood roughly eight feet tall with weapons mounted on both arms. ‘The latest LexCorp military contract goes rogue, what a surprise,’ Clark thought sarcastically.

Jimmy dropped to his knees as he broke through the crowd of gawkers, his camera lens whirring as he focused in on the robot and the teenage boy confronting it.

The robot started to bring it’s weapons to bare but the clone ran straight at it. Before a targeting lock could be obtained he’d grabbed the robot’s arm and executed a judo throw that sent the robot smashing back into the Lex Corp building.

‘Canary’s teaching shows,’ Clark thought. ‘But she needs to work on his situational awareness. There might have been people in that building.’

Superboy tried to keep the advantage, going after the robot immediately. He knelt on top of it, punching it repeatedly.

Meanwhile Jimmy climbed up on the rubble that had been a wall moments earlier, trying to get a clear shot of the action.

Clark went after Jimmy, ‘He’s picking up too many of Lois’ habits. Does it even occur to him how much of a target he is right now?’

A cell-phone went off somewhere, the cheerful tune sounding jarringly out of place in the middle of a battle. Superboy’s head snapped around and the robot brought a leg up between them to kick the inexperienced would-be hero away. It pulled itself out of the crater Superboy had been drilling in the concrete and trained it’s machine gun arm on the downed teenager.

Superboy rolled, coming to his feet with bullets tearing up the ground where he’d lain only moments earlier.

The flash from Jimmy’s camera caught the robot’s attention, it turned toward him, machine gun still spitting bullets.

Clark tackled his young friend, pushing Jimmy underneath him, then braced himself to absorb the impact. He prayed that somehow both Jimmy and the clone would miss seeing the bullets bouncing off him.

“No!” Superboy shouted.

The sound of gun fire was suddenly oddly muted and the expected impact never came. Clark glanced up and saw Superboy clinging to the robot’s gun-arm with both hands, the smoking muzzle inches from the tattered S-Shield on the teen’s chest.

The clone’s face was contorted. With a roar he ripped the gun-arm off then used it to batter the robot into scrap metal.

Clark slowly pushed himself off Jimmy, his eyes never leaving his clone. He felt relief warring with disquiet. Jimmy was safe, his secret was safe, but the sheer, uncontrolled destructive force the clone was unleashing horrified him. ‘What if it had been a manned-vehicle?’ Clark wondered as the clone stomped on a servo motor with enough life left in it for it’s gears to grind together like a high-pitched death rattle.

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