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Dean in Wonderland (Dean/Triana)
Title: Dean in Wonderland
Fandom: Venture Brothers
Length: 445 words
Prompt: fic-or-treat: Math & Candy (Venture Bros., preferably starring a constumed Dean and Hank and Triana) for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Dean/Triana
Other: Set S3; therefore spoilers for S3.
Excerpt: "Why do I always have to be the one in the dress?" Dean whined.
"Why do I always have to be the one in the dress?" Dean whined.
"Because you have the figure for it, and I wanted to be the Mad Hatter," his father snapped back. "Now fix your wig, your real hair is showing."
Sulkily, Dean tucked it back under his headband and stared down at the blue dress. What if Triana saw him in this-- what would she say? He was Alice. She'd laugh at him forever.
"Are you ready yet?" Dr. Venture snapped toward the bathroom door, tapping his watch impatiently. "We're going to be late."
"I was adjusting my ears!" Sargeant Hatred answered in his whiny voice, emerging from the bathroom with his bunny ears still crooked.
"Oh, for God's sake," Venture muttered, reaching up to set him straight. "I should have been the White Rabbit."
"I'm late, I'm late!" Hatred said with an awful falsetto.
"On second thought, pity points!" the doctor continued, cheering up. "Come on Han-- Why am I not surprised?"
Batman was attired this year in a jean jacket over his costume. Hank scowled and played with one of his ear points.
"Let's just go," Venture said after a momentary stare-down that accomplished nothing.
They stepped out of the building and Dean was momentarily gratified not to see Triana anywhere, but there she was, standing by the statue and looking bored. She had a bowl of candy in her hands, but it seemed pretty untouched. Her t-shirt said, THIS IS MY COSTUME. Dean blushed down to his knees.
"Told you we didn't need makeup," Doc said, slapping his son on the back. "You've got the face of a little girl, Dean my boy."
Dean wondered if it were possible to sink into the ground. Only in comic books, probably.
"Nice costume," Triana said with a small smirk, and Dean opened his mouth to explain, but Hank was having one of his Batman moments and Hatred had darted after him, puffing with the effort, and then Dr. Venture started yelling and it all went to hell. By the time everything was sorted, she'd turned and gone back inside to avoid the chaos. Dean stared despairingly after her.
"What if I pay you to behave?" Venture wheedled at Hank.
"I don't want to dress up either!" Dean yelled. His father shot him a look and then rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"I'll pay you too. Come on, let's just go."
He dragged his reluctant sons toward the plane. Dean sat in the back next to Hank and sulked. The Batman brooded in his blue jean jacket.
Dean hoped there would be some candy left when he got home.
Fandom: Venture Brothers
Length: 445 words
Prompt: fic-or-treat: Math & Candy (Venture Bros., preferably starring a constumed Dean and Hank and Triana) for
oystermatoPairing: Dean/Triana
Other: Set S3; therefore spoilers for S3.
Excerpt: "Why do I always have to be the one in the dress?" Dean whined.
"Why do I always have to be the one in the dress?" Dean whined.
"Because you have the figure for it, and I wanted to be the Mad Hatter," his father snapped back. "Now fix your wig, your real hair is showing."
Sulkily, Dean tucked it back under his headband and stared down at the blue dress. What if Triana saw him in this-- what would she say? He was Alice. She'd laugh at him forever.
"Are you ready yet?" Dr. Venture snapped toward the bathroom door, tapping his watch impatiently. "We're going to be late."
"I was adjusting my ears!" Sargeant Hatred answered in his whiny voice, emerging from the bathroom with his bunny ears still crooked.
"Oh, for God's sake," Venture muttered, reaching up to set him straight. "I should have been the White Rabbit."
"I'm late, I'm late!" Hatred said with an awful falsetto.
"On second thought, pity points!" the doctor continued, cheering up. "Come on Han-- Why am I not surprised?"
Batman was attired this year in a jean jacket over his costume. Hank scowled and played with one of his ear points.
"Let's just go," Venture said after a momentary stare-down that accomplished nothing.
They stepped out of the building and Dean was momentarily gratified not to see Triana anywhere, but there she was, standing by the statue and looking bored. She had a bowl of candy in her hands, but it seemed pretty untouched. Her t-shirt said, THIS IS MY COSTUME. Dean blushed down to his knees.
"Told you we didn't need makeup," Doc said, slapping his son on the back. "You've got the face of a little girl, Dean my boy."
Dean wondered if it were possible to sink into the ground. Only in comic books, probably.
"Nice costume," Triana said with a small smirk, and Dean opened his mouth to explain, but Hank was having one of his Batman moments and Hatred had darted after him, puffing with the effort, and then Dr. Venture started yelling and it all went to hell. By the time everything was sorted, she'd turned and gone back inside to avoid the chaos. Dean stared despairingly after her.
"What if I pay you to behave?" Venture wheedled at Hank.
"I don't want to dress up either!" Dean yelled. His father shot him a look and then rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"I'll pay you too. Come on, let's just go."
He dragged his reluctant sons toward the plane. Dean sat in the back next to Hank and sulked. The Batman brooded in his blue jean jacket.
Dean hoped there would be some candy left when he got home.
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