Fic: Kon Likes The Skirt, G
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stinglikeabeeTitle: Kon likes the skirt.
Claim: General DCU
Characters/Pairing: Superboy, Red Tornado
Rating: Haaaard G (yes, I am actually 10 y.o.)
Word Count: 443
Prompt: Tutus (T15, P05)
Summary: Superboy wasn't supposed to like it.
Disclaimer: DC ownsmy soul the characters
Author's Notes/Warnings: My very first fic. Ever. Have no idea if this is canon-compatible or what (let's say yes). Alls I know is, I need sleep! Enjoy and feel free to comment/complain.
Claim: General DCU
Characters/Pairing: Superboy, Red Tornado
Rating: Haaaard G (yes, I am actually 10 y.o.)
Word Count: 443
Prompt: Tutus (T15, P05)
Summary: Superboy wasn't supposed to like it.
Disclaimer: DC owns
Author's Notes/Warnings: My very first fic. Ever. Have no idea if this is canon-compatible or what (let's say yes). Alls I know is, I need sleep! Enjoy and feel free to comment/complain.
Kon frowned. Was it the tulle that hid his shapely hips? He patted down the layers of pink and looked over his shoulder. God, but his butt was big.
He reached under the top layer, and pulled here and there to fluff out the ruffles. A grin spread across his face as he examined the mirror. Lovely.
Then a thought came to him. His heart thumped in his ears as his brain cried out Danger! Danger! Will Robinson! He couldn't. He just couldn't cross the line. It'd mean he was gay or something, right?
It was his legs that cinched the deal. He had cautiously floated up three inches, and in the reflection saw that they seemed to go on forever. Not that he'd ever admit it, but there were times when he'd be flying beside the S-Man and worriedly wondered whether he'd end up with those tree-trunk thighs.
He slowly turned in a circle, testing the waters. There was a slight breeze tickling the edge of the ruffles, enough to make him want more.
Giggling (out of nervousness? glee?) he rose up high into the air and twirled. Again and again and again until he was so dizzy he could hurl. He grabbed the gilded edge of the mirror when the second dangerous thought popped in his head.
Why not? His arms rose above, hands facing each other, fingers barely touching. And as he once saw in that stupid Barbie Swan Lake animated movie Secret made him watch, he bent his knees and hopped. And twirled. And hop-twirled across the room.
He was on his way onto balancing on one toe and spinning when something red near the door caught his eye.
'Reddy!'
Red Tornado stood stock still beside the open door.
'It's not what it looks like.' He gathered the material at the front and hunched over to cover his manly virtue, absolutely mortified. 'Ohmygod,' he mumbled, red spots of shame colouring his cheeks. 'Please tell me you didn't see everything.'
Reddy didn't answer. His mouth area thing was hanging open, so he may have been about to say something. But nothing came out, and they just stared at each other.
'I... I...'
Reddy abandoned the sentence and whirled himself into a tornado, fleeing the room. Kon could hear the robot cry out KATHY? down the hallway.
Landing on the plush carpeting, he padded towards the entrance. Steadying his heartbeat, he shut and locked the door. After a few minutes, when he hadn't heard mocking laughter or Bart's cruel questions, he finally let go of the doorknob.
And leaped through the air in his little pink tutu.
He reached under the top layer, and pulled here and there to fluff out the ruffles. A grin spread across his face as he examined the mirror. Lovely.
Then a thought came to him. His heart thumped in his ears as his brain cried out Danger! Danger! Will Robinson! He couldn't. He just couldn't cross the line. It'd mean he was gay or something, right?
It was his legs that cinched the deal. He had cautiously floated up three inches, and in the reflection saw that they seemed to go on forever. Not that he'd ever admit it, but there were times when he'd be flying beside the S-Man and worriedly wondered whether he'd end up with those tree-trunk thighs.
He slowly turned in a circle, testing the waters. There was a slight breeze tickling the edge of the ruffles, enough to make him want more.
Giggling (out of nervousness? glee?) he rose up high into the air and twirled. Again and again and again until he was so dizzy he could hurl. He grabbed the gilded edge of the mirror when the second dangerous thought popped in his head.
Why not? His arms rose above, hands facing each other, fingers barely touching. And as he once saw in that stupid Barbie Swan Lake animated movie Secret made him watch, he bent his knees and hopped. And twirled. And hop-twirled across the room.
He was on his way onto balancing on one toe and spinning when something red near the door caught his eye.
'Reddy!'
Red Tornado stood stock still beside the open door.
'It's not what it looks like.' He gathered the material at the front and hunched over to cover his manly virtue, absolutely mortified. 'Ohmygod,' he mumbled, red spots of shame colouring his cheeks. 'Please tell me you didn't see everything.'
Reddy didn't answer. His mouth area thing was hanging open, so he may have been about to say something. But nothing came out, and they just stared at each other.
'I... I...'
Reddy abandoned the sentence and whirled himself into a tornado, fleeing the room. Kon could hear the robot cry out KATHY? down the hallway.
Landing on the plush carpeting, he padded towards the entrance. Steadying his heartbeat, he shut and locked the door. After a few minutes, when he hadn't heard mocking laughter or Bart's cruel questions, he finally let go of the doorknob.
And leaped through the air in his little pink tutu.
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Date: 2008-04-12 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-12 04:17 pm (UTC)Kon is crossdressing for justice.
This needs to be iconned :D
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Date: 2008-04-13 12:19 am (UTC)Now if only I could find those scans of Kon and the "Daily Planet Players" performing Moulin Rouge (without women, or midgets, or scriptwriters, or much of anything besides Kon in a dress - but hey, it's KON in a DRESS!). But no luck so far... :(
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Date: 2008-04-12 04:18 pm (UTC)And you know, I thought about J'onn in a tutu, but felt embarrassed to write it. Good thing Kon's been like the skirts :D