Flash Fiction Fills Take 47 (second half)
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dracoqueen22a/n: Okay so this says second half, but it's really only the third of four. Number four decided it's going to have legitimate plot and somesuch, putting it out of the running to be a flash fic. *headdesk* But I don't think you readers mind more ficcage, yes?
Anyway, enjoy the last flash fic of January! :)
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Poison Ivy/Batman, “Toxic," Britney Spears
Fandom: Batman the Animated Series. Warnings: experimental POV fic, disturbing content I guess?
a/n: So as soon as I finish the now oneshot with Jazz/Sunstreaker and an AU that's been brewing for a few weeks, I'll get that posted. I may need to ask for beta volunteers.
Hope you enjoyed! I've never written Poison Ivy's POV before but the first line came to me and I rolled with it. It's kind of nice to experiment with writing techniques oh so often.
Feedback is welcome and appreciated. :)
Anyway, enjoy the last flash fic of January! :)
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Poison Ivy/Batman, “Toxic," Britney Spears
Fandom: Batman the Animated Series. Warnings: experimental POV fic, disturbing content I guess?
She applies her makeup with absolute precision. Her clothes are donned on with the same level of attention to detail, not a thread out of place. Her hair is neatly styled, flowing over her shoulders in a crimson wave.
Last to be applied is her lipstick, decorating her lips in a lurid splash of seductive scarlet, glistening in the flickering fluorescent light above. She smirks, blowing a kiss to the mirror, knowing that it is not just the venom that makes her irresistible.
She has a date that she simply cannot miss. And she must look her best.
She sets her trap, ready to counter all the tips and tricks her adversary and potential mate are known to utilize. The ropes are thickly woven vines, impervious to sharp edges, as are the nets. The flowers are intelligent, capable of reacting without her strict orders. There's a fan, to remove unwanted aerosol compounds or soporific gas or concealing mist. The walls and ceilings are smooth, without protrusions for a hook or grapple.
It is a perfect trap.
She tends to her garden, to her precious hybrids, and waits for his calling card. This is no mere man, or mere mortal. He is neither alien nor partial god. He is an individual without definition, masculine by gender, but certainly no man.
Small wonder that she finds herself enraptured.
And she waits for her potential mate, for the father of her most perfect creations. Because while she loathes man, she has plenty of room to use an individual more myth than man. Imagine the power. Imagine the strength. Imagine the intelligence!
Surely, their spawn could rule the world, dispose of the native human population, giving rise to a veritable army of plantkind.
She shivers at the thought, skin flush with excitement and arousal, lips glistening with poison.
All she has to do is wait. She can hear the sirens in the distance, the police responding with pointless force. They have yet to learn how weak they are. They are nothing compared to the might of her children.
And to the skill of her future mate.
They know this, of course. It is why the night sky has been lit with his signal, begging for his help, to save them from the evil temptress who has taken over the botanical gardens.
She smiles at the first shadow, the first sign of his arrival.
He comes, her children whisper to her, an advanced guard of ivy stretching around the outside of the building, pretending quiescence.
She reaches out, stroking the quivering leaf of her favorite child.
It is only a matter of time now, before he becomes hers.
Last to be applied is her lipstick, decorating her lips in a lurid splash of seductive scarlet, glistening in the flickering fluorescent light above. She smirks, blowing a kiss to the mirror, knowing that it is not just the venom that makes her irresistible.
She has a date that she simply cannot miss. And she must look her best.
She sets her trap, ready to counter all the tips and tricks her adversary and potential mate are known to utilize. The ropes are thickly woven vines, impervious to sharp edges, as are the nets. The flowers are intelligent, capable of reacting without her strict orders. There's a fan, to remove unwanted aerosol compounds or soporific gas or concealing mist. The walls and ceilings are smooth, without protrusions for a hook or grapple.
It is a perfect trap.
She tends to her garden, to her precious hybrids, and waits for his calling card. This is no mere man, or mere mortal. He is neither alien nor partial god. He is an individual without definition, masculine by gender, but certainly no man.
Small wonder that she finds herself enraptured.
And she waits for her potential mate, for the father of her most perfect creations. Because while she loathes man, she has plenty of room to use an individual more myth than man. Imagine the power. Imagine the strength. Imagine the intelligence!
Surely, their spawn could rule the world, dispose of the native human population, giving rise to a veritable army of plantkind.
She shivers at the thought, skin flush with excitement and arousal, lips glistening with poison.
All she has to do is wait. She can hear the sirens in the distance, the police responding with pointless force. They have yet to learn how weak they are. They are nothing compared to the might of her children.
And to the skill of her future mate.
They know this, of course. It is why the night sky has been lit with his signal, begging for his help, to save them from the evil temptress who has taken over the botanical gardens.
She smiles at the first shadow, the first sign of his arrival.
He comes, her children whisper to her, an advanced guard of ivy stretching around the outside of the building, pretending quiescence.
She reaches out, stroking the quivering leaf of her favorite child.
It is only a matter of time now, before he becomes hers.
a/n: So as soon as I finish the now oneshot with Jazz/Sunstreaker and an AU that's been brewing for a few weeks, I'll get that posted. I may need to ask for beta volunteers.
Hope you enjoyed! I've never written Poison Ivy's POV before but the first line came to me and I rolled with it. It's kind of nice to experiment with writing techniques oh so often.
Feedback is welcome and appreciated. :)
