Jan 12, 2014

Hope and Flannel Boxers - The Man of Steel Fanfic

“Don't do it! Stop!”

Heat rays emerging from the eyes of General Zod drew closer and closer to a scared family of civilians who have just happened to be in the way of two Kryptonians fighting. They screamed in utter terror as scorching fire beams were melting the walls around them and were slowly getting even closer.

“Stop it, you genocidal maniac!” shouted Clark straining to hold Zod from killing the innocent family.

“Never! I will rebuild Krypton here on the ruins of everything you've ever called home!”

“Seriously, they should have sentenced you to, like, a week in a Kryptonian, like, broom closet, then you'll be dead with the rest of the planet, problem solved,” grumbled Clark. “But noooo. Phantom Zone, eternal torment, which, by the looks of it, was not that eternal! Also, for a guy who spent three hundred cycles in the Zone you look quite fine. A little insane, understandably, but fine. Oh, did I mention you didn't DIE with the rest of the planet!?”

“You know, I haven't actually looked at the situation from this angle.”

Jan 5, 2014

Beer, Sweat, and Electricity - The Avengers Fanfic


“WHAT ARE YOU UP TO TONIGHT, HAWK?”

The message popped up on a laptop's screen, suddenly giving a modest cover to a throbbing penis about to penetrate a hairy muscular ass of Clint's favorite pornstar of this week. Clint Barton was reclining on a bunk in his Helicarrier quarters, laptop the only source of light in a room, headphone buds blocking the low hum of engines in favor of grunts and moans of pixelated studs. “All the tech of the future, physics-defying weapons and power sources, and HD streams still glitch and stutter like we're on dial-up,” grumbled Clint, when a cartoony bleep announced an all-caps intruder on a porn-filled screen.

There were only two persons in all the universes who spoke exclusively in caps, and Clint was fairly certain he didn't have any Pratchett's characters on his contact list. Clint grinned gleefully at bottom stud's operatic grimace of mock pain and typed a reply.

“hey Thor just chilling watching movies in my room.”

“DO YOU MIND IF I COME OVER? EVERYONE IS OUT AND DIRECTOR FURY IS REALLY NOT MUCH FUN.”

A shadow of doubt crossed Clint's face. He was all comfy here in nothing but white briefs, and even that already seemed like being overdressed, so a visit from the annoyingly friendly Norse with a curtain on his shoulders who didn't get half of his jokes did not seem like a good idea.

“I HAVE BEER.”

“nice. what are you wearing?”