#windy's fic

[windona]

I love how the Thawne Time Travel AU basically goes-

Meloni: We must not interfere with the Stations of Canon

Bart: Read at 10:34am

[hedgiwithapen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Cisco connects some wires, Iris connects some dots, Eddie visits some relatives, and yet, nobody's having a good time. Stressed about the Election? Get Stressed about fictional characters instead! Comments would be greatly appreciated.

[hedgiwithapen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Happy Dammit Hedgi Day Eve from your local Hedgi and @windona! It's time for episode 1x14 and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

[windona]

@mr-crocodile requested this for his birthday. Happy birthday!

The Parisan cafe was lit with a warm, yellow glow. It was an elegant place, with doilies, fine china, and a view of the Eiffel tower that Garfield made sure he had his back turned towards. He tried to slump his shoulders and play it cool, like in the latest audition he had done for a roll, but his right hand was playing relentlessly with his phone in his pocket.

It had been weird, to ask a girl for a date at a funeral, right? But talking then, they felt such a connection, knew each other so well, and...

Well. Here he was. She was in town for a diplomatic conference. The details of the talks were beyond him, but he had gotten the important bit down.

Hopefully she would not stand him up.

The clock on the wall ticked. He had five minutes. Play it cool.

He ordered a pot of fancy tea.

Three minutes before the agreed upon time, she entered. She was not dressed in the black silk dress she had worn at the funeral, nor the fancy outfit she had shown up to the conference at. There she was, tank top and jeans, not at all looking like a stuffy royal.

She never could, in Garfield’s opinion.

Her body guards came in shortly after, in plainclothes. It was frankly amazing that nobody else picked up on the way their eyes subtly scanned the room, or the hidden weapons they had.

Looking back, Gar appreciated the way the light from the window hit her blonde curls and turned them gold, and how her smile inched up across her face.

“Hello Garfield,” she said, and right then and there he fell just a bit more in love.

“H-hi, Perdy.”

She giggled. “So, any recommendations?”

“Never been here before... but a friend recommended the petit fours. And, uh, I ordered a pot of tea for both of us. Since you said you liked it.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[windona]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’ve done it, I finally posted the first chapter of the Tara Time Loop fic!

[windona]

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. and then tag as many people as you have WIPs 

I was tagged by @hedgiwithapen so!

1) Tara Time Loop 2) Thawne TIme Travel AU (colab with @hedgiwithapen) 3) Khaji Da prank 4) Outlaws 5) Gregor has powers 6) YJ/LoT 7) Eradicator Sequel 8) Star Wars/Blue Beetle (collab with @parvumautomaton)

9) Batman and Nightwing end up taking in Shmi and Anakin ...look I try to describe my files so I know what they are and then give them names later alright. If I tag you, don’t feel obligated! @parvumautomaton @fialleril @fire-fira @scarabaebutch @alexkablob @bedlamsbard @keylimepie @littlesparklight @championofnyx

[windona]

Workplace Harassment (or why Tess Mercer is no longer in charge of the Daily Planet)

Summary: Tess Mercer has a habit of wanting to get the freshman reporter Clark Kent alone and making him uncomfortable. The staff at the Daily Planet doesn’t appreciate this.

Notes: I wondered how Tess’ obsession with Clark would look to Clark’s co-workers. This is the rough, uhbeta’d and unedited answer.

“Hey,” Mandy said, pouring a cup of coffee for her friend and mentor. “You’ve worked at the Daily Planet for a few years. Isn’t it unusual for a reporter with less than a year’s experience to be asked to accompany the EIC alone for a story?”

Jerry frowned. “Sometimes people really junior are asked to go along with a more experienced reporter to learn a few tricks and get them up to scratch. But Ms. Mercer doesn’t have any practical reporting experience.”

Mandy shifted uncomfortably.  “Ms. Mercer seems to like to call Mr. Kent in, alone. I’m not sure he’s actually assigned to an editor. But I looked at his resume and his only previous experience is at his high school paper.”

Sipping his coffee, Jerry looked up at her. Mandy was a tiny, slight thing that never drew attention. Combined with her frighteningly acute observational skills that gave her a lot of skill at pulling threads and sniffing out stories. “You think Kent is sleeping his way up?”

Mandy startled. “No, of course not! He never seems happy with her, and he only seems to look for her when he has a story to present. And he gets what he deserves for his good work.”

Jerry nodded. He had seen the kid’s writing skills, and how he sniffed out stories with the skill of a veteran. But he had to float the idea. “You think Ms Mercer is harassing him.”

She looked off to the side in response. Jerry knew he had hit the nail on the head, and given her previous piece on workplace harassment knew Mandy was on the right track.

“I’ll ask around the office, maybe we can file a complaint to HR and Mr. Queen himself if we need to. I don’t care how powerful Ms. Mercer is, she needs to know that Daily Planet employees aren’t her toys.”

***

Frank stopped over by Jerry’s desk when he was making suggestions on Mandy’s article. Her observational and fact finding skills were great. Her concision when writing was not.

“Hey, Jerry, is it just me or does Ms. Mercer have the hots for that new kid?”

Jerry looked carefully at where Frank quickly gestured. Sure enough, Clark Kent and his model good looks were the source.

“What makes you say that?” Jerry kept his tone neutral.

Frank shuffled uneasily. “I uh, heard Ms. Mercer tell the kid he should think of her as more than his boss. It sounded like flirting.”

Jerry nodded. “I think it’s time a complaint was filed on behalf of the kid.”

***

One rule of reporting was that circumstantial evidence could lead to a story, but hard evidence was needed to break it. With that in mind, Mandy used a move perfected over the months.

She walked into Ms. Mercer’s office to drop off some reports. She opened up her purse to find something, then ‘accidentally’ fumbled her purse and spilled the contents over the floor. Her compact fell under a cabinet, and as she slid her hand under to retrieve her compact she left a small recording device.

This could be a fireable offense. But if what she suspected was true, then this was worth it.

Later, when she and Jerry listened to what the device recorded, they were gobsmacked. “She drove out to his place to accuse him of being alien Jesus? Our boss is certifiable!”

***

Oliver Queen rarely involved himself with The Daily Planet. Tess ran the business well enough, and he had no desire to manipulate the free press. However, when several employees felt the need to put a complaint on his desk, it was worth a review.

He read it, and used speed dial to call a very familiar number. “Hey Clark, has Tess been sexually harassing you? Also, when were you going to tell me you were the messiah?”

***

As they watched Tess leave the Daily Planet with her personal items, Frank nudged Clark and said, “You know, it’s a shame we didn’t get your birthday to be a company holiday before Tess left.”

Clark snorted. “Good luck with that. I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with my boss getting on me for not being a proper savior.”

Frank laughed. “You’re alright kid. Hey, some of us are getting drinks at Bibbo’s after work. Want to join in? I’m sure Mary would appreciate you turning her water bottle into a wine bottle.”

Clark laughed. “Sure, why not?”

[windona]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My Spectacular Parksborn fic. Thanks to @parvumautomaton for beta’ing!