GW500 Prompt #001: My Screen Name
Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
imasupermuteantTitle: Moot Ants
Fandom: Gundam Wing/X-men
Characters/Pairing: Gundam Pilots!
Warnings: Sillyness
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 852
Author’s Note: My user name was born during my early days in fandom, when I was obsessed with X-Men (I still am, really). In particular, I fell in love with the idea of being a mutant with totally useless powers. Wufei's specific mutation is inspired by one of my favorite characters, Jacob Gavin Jr. AKA the Courier. He was crotchety. I liked him.
"You mean we're all mutants?!" Duo asked in shock, taking in the circle of his compatriots (and occasional friends) as if he were seeing them for the first time. They had gathered together at an isolated safe house to collect information and, as Duo insisted, "bond". Truth or dare had been the first activity on his list and it had worked out better than he ever could have hoped.
The four pilots sat in a circle on a plush carpet cradling cups of hot cocoa (since Heero had shot down the suggestion of alcohol). After a good hour of truths and dares, only Quatre was still wearing the same fuzzy pajamas he had been wearing at the beginning of the night. Duo was shirtless and lounging like he didn't care and Wufei was still glowering about his lost pants.
Trowa fiddled with the pink barrettes that had been forced into his hair.
"It is a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?" Quatre gave them all a glowing smile, "What can you do, Duo?"
"Errr..." Duo blushed, "It's not all that great, really. I mean, I'm not exactly getting recruited into the superhero team of my choice."
"Let me see!" And there went the puppy-dog eyes.
Duo rolled his eyes, looking briefly over to where Heero was pretending not to be interested before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a grubby receipt. He held it between his fingers and concentrated until the paper exploded in a puff of smoke.
Duo coughed the debris away and waved a hand in front of his face. "It's not even useful." He told them, "I can't blow up anything bigger than a pocket watch. I used to use it to light cigarettes but since I quit it's not even good for that."
"It's cool!" Quatre insisted, "I'm an empath, obviously, but what do you guys do?"
"Yeah." Duo said, sharing a manic grin with the other pilots, "I shared, now it's your turn!"
Heero, Trowa, and Wufei glanced at each other with identical looks of exasperation.
Heero blinked first, "Healing factor." He grumbled.
Trowa smiled serenely and... disappeared.
"Holy fuck!"
"...Cool."
"Wow, Trowa!"
"Hmmm."
Trowa slid back into their perception in a way that made all present feel a little uncomfortable. It was... oily.
"Wufei?" Quatre asked eagerly. The other three pilots leaned in expectantly.
"I can change my... mmphrller..." Wufei muttered. He looked at the ground, his hair falling so heavily into his face that it almost obscured his blush.
"What was that?"
"I... I can..."
"We can't hear you, Wufei!" Duo prodded.
"I can change..."
"Don't be shy, baby, we won't laugh." Duo slung an arm around Wufei's shoulders, invading his space with casual ease.
"Don't call me baby!" Wufei growled, shoving Duo across the carpet, "I can change my gender, okay?!"
The room held its breath.
"I don't believe you." Trowa said in that voice that was barely above a whisper but always managed to carry across the room. Wufei's mouth dropped in disbelief; Trowa was supposed to be on his side!
Heero snorted derisively. "Prove it."
"Yeah, we wanna see!"
"No!" Wufei snapped, "I won't do it!"
"Awww, come on!" There were the puppy-dog eyes again and Wufei could feel himself crumbling, "I won't laugh at you, Wufei."
Wufei ground his teeth and set himself into a casual meditation pose before breathing in, deeply, holding his breath with a little hitch in his throat and then...
"Done." His voice was nearly two octaves higher than usual but...
"You didn't change at all!" Duo scoffed.
Wufei folded his arms across his (flat) chest and said, as calmly as he could, "I'm not going to try and prove it to you, Maxwell."
His voice was awfully high.
"I think he's lying." Heero informed them all.
Trowa nodded.
"Come on now, guys..." Quatre began.
"No!" Wufei growled, his voice squeaking with rage, "I'll prove it to you, you little fuckers."
And with that Wufei was standing, and pulling of his shirt, and reaching for the button of his jeans...
"I've got a cousin who can blow fire out of his nose." Wufei growled, shoving down pants and boxers alike and stepping out of them into the middle of the living room, "And I inherit great-uncle Gavin's stupid, useless, shapeshifting. Are you happy now?!"
Wufei was naked. From his tiny, but existent, a-cup breasts to his slim waist to his dangerously curvy hips and his...
"Oh god!" Quatre cried, slapping a hand over his eyes.
"Hmm..."
"..."
"Damn, baby."
"Don't call me baby!" Wufei snapped and, before their very eyes, shifted from female to very (very) male. He reached down to snatch up the remainder of his clothes and stomped out of the room with a mutter of "I hate you all."
"Damn." Duo repeated.
The pilots spent a moment in appreciative silence.
"You know, we could be a mutant team!"
"Shut up, Duo."
"The G-Men!"
"I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight Heero."
"Guys?"
"We should apologize to Wufei in the morning."
"Guys?"
"Good night, Duo."
"Guys! G-men!"
Somewhere in the depths of the house, a door slammed.
Fandom: Gundam Wing/X-men
Characters/Pairing: Gundam Pilots!
Warnings: Sillyness
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 852
Author’s Note: My user name was born during my early days in fandom, when I was obsessed with X-Men (I still am, really). In particular, I fell in love with the idea of being a mutant with totally useless powers. Wufei's specific mutation is inspired by one of my favorite characters, Jacob Gavin Jr. AKA the Courier. He was crotchety. I liked him.
"You mean we're all mutants?!" Duo asked in shock, taking in the circle of his compatriots (and occasional friends) as if he were seeing them for the first time. They had gathered together at an isolated safe house to collect information and, as Duo insisted, "bond". Truth or dare had been the first activity on his list and it had worked out better than he ever could have hoped.
The four pilots sat in a circle on a plush carpet cradling cups of hot cocoa (since Heero had shot down the suggestion of alcohol). After a good hour of truths and dares, only Quatre was still wearing the same fuzzy pajamas he had been wearing at the beginning of the night. Duo was shirtless and lounging like he didn't care and Wufei was still glowering about his lost pants.
Trowa fiddled with the pink barrettes that had been forced into his hair.
"It is a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?" Quatre gave them all a glowing smile, "What can you do, Duo?"
"Errr..." Duo blushed, "It's not all that great, really. I mean, I'm not exactly getting recruited into the superhero team of my choice."
"Let me see!" And there went the puppy-dog eyes.
Duo rolled his eyes, looking briefly over to where Heero was pretending not to be interested before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a grubby receipt. He held it between his fingers and concentrated until the paper exploded in a puff of smoke.
Duo coughed the debris away and waved a hand in front of his face. "It's not even useful." He told them, "I can't blow up anything bigger than a pocket watch. I used to use it to light cigarettes but since I quit it's not even good for that."
"It's cool!" Quatre insisted, "I'm an empath, obviously, but what do you guys do?"
"Yeah." Duo said, sharing a manic grin with the other pilots, "I shared, now it's your turn!"
Heero, Trowa, and Wufei glanced at each other with identical looks of exasperation.
Heero blinked first, "Healing factor." He grumbled.
Trowa smiled serenely and... disappeared.
"Holy fuck!"
"...Cool."
"Wow, Trowa!"
"Hmmm."
Trowa slid back into their perception in a way that made all present feel a little uncomfortable. It was... oily.
"Wufei?" Quatre asked eagerly. The other three pilots leaned in expectantly.
"I can change my... mmphrller..." Wufei muttered. He looked at the ground, his hair falling so heavily into his face that it almost obscured his blush.
"What was that?"
"I... I can..."
"We can't hear you, Wufei!" Duo prodded.
"I can change..."
"Don't be shy, baby, we won't laugh." Duo slung an arm around Wufei's shoulders, invading his space with casual ease.
"Don't call me baby!" Wufei growled, shoving Duo across the carpet, "I can change my gender, okay?!"
The room held its breath.
"I don't believe you." Trowa said in that voice that was barely above a whisper but always managed to carry across the room. Wufei's mouth dropped in disbelief; Trowa was supposed to be on his side!
Heero snorted derisively. "Prove it."
"Yeah, we wanna see!"
"No!" Wufei snapped, "I won't do it!"
"Awww, come on!" There were the puppy-dog eyes again and Wufei could feel himself crumbling, "I won't laugh at you, Wufei."
Wufei ground his teeth and set himself into a casual meditation pose before breathing in, deeply, holding his breath with a little hitch in his throat and then...
"Done." His voice was nearly two octaves higher than usual but...
"You didn't change at all!" Duo scoffed.
Wufei folded his arms across his (flat) chest and said, as calmly as he could, "I'm not going to try and prove it to you, Maxwell."
His voice was awfully high.
"I think he's lying." Heero informed them all.
Trowa nodded.
"Come on now, guys..." Quatre began.
"No!" Wufei growled, his voice squeaking with rage, "I'll prove it to you, you little fuckers."
And with that Wufei was standing, and pulling of his shirt, and reaching for the button of his jeans...
"I've got a cousin who can blow fire out of his nose." Wufei growled, shoving down pants and boxers alike and stepping out of them into the middle of the living room, "And I inherit great-uncle Gavin's stupid, useless, shapeshifting. Are you happy now?!"
Wufei was naked. From his tiny, but existent, a-cup breasts to his slim waist to his dangerously curvy hips and his...
"Oh god!" Quatre cried, slapping a hand over his eyes.
"Hmm..."
"..."
"Damn, baby."
"Don't call me baby!" Wufei snapped and, before their very eyes, shifted from female to very (very) male. He reached down to snatch up the remainder of his clothes and stomped out of the room with a mutter of "I hate you all."
"Damn." Duo repeated.
The pilots spent a moment in appreciative silence.
"You know, we could be a mutant team!"
"Shut up, Duo."
"The G-Men!"
"I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight Heero."
"Guys?"
"We should apologize to Wufei in the morning."
"Guys?"
"Good night, Duo."
"Guys! G-men!"
Somewhere in the depths of the house, a door slammed.