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Spade of Hearts - Wally Darling x Reader

🍎【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 】🍎

𝐀/𝐍: THE VOTES HAVE BEEN CAST, AND NOW ALL OF TUMBLR WILL WITNESS MY ROYAL!WALLY HYPERFIXATION!!

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: Soulmate AU, kingdom rivalries, suspicious magic is at hand, Slow Burn, Royalty AU, King of Hearts!Wally

➺ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐,𝟗𝟗𝟔

Spades. The nation, nay, the very word was scorned into dust by any who had borne the unfortunate witness to their ways. It was a barbaric, wild land ruled over by an even crueler king. At least, that was what people had first assumed of it. 

And so, it was to nobodies surprise that when said king finally met his end by the tip of a heroic assassin’s sword that the people of Suits rejoiced – even those of Spade origin. The joyous parties, the lively banquets, the intimate gatherings, all had lasted around a week, though many, including the royal families, were still buzzing with the excitement of it all long after the travesty that befell the Kingdom of Spades. 

Any sympathy or perhaps even pity that one would normally have for a fallen kingdom, was remembered only as a time of finally having a centuries-old weight lifted from their shoulders. And many people – particularly of Hearts – waited with bated breath for its inevitable downfall, and the hideous, inky stain of the Kingdom of Spades would be wiped off their maps for good.  

Alas, the Kingdom of Spades was still standing, but only just barely by a weathered string. Honestly, it was only a matter of time before whatever poor soul was managing the mess left behind for them by the absence of that wicked tyrant finally - understandably - quit.

And then... The letter came. 

A letter that would soon break havoc across the Kingdoms of Suits. 

It was a small, gray envelope, neatly folded and pressed with the shiny ebony seal of the Kingdom of Spades, delivered to the King of Hearts himself around a year later after the grand celebration that followed the King of Spades' death. And it would be the true beginning of his story.

The messenger raven that had landed upon the monarch’s window was disheveled, age had wrinkled its feathers and nipped at its black beak. The king eyed it wearily and took the envelope in his hands. 

“And what do we have here...?” 

His initial shock at seeing the seal was soon overcome by cold indifference. Whatever business that wretched kingdom had with him was – obviously – bound for a harsh rejection. But he’d at least hear them out before giving them his inevitable answer, a promise to never let himself be involved in their affairs again.  

Slowly, as if he were holding some kind of venomous snake, the king lifted the seal with a letter opener and took out the parchment within it, squinting carefully eyes his eyes roamed the neat, swoopy handwriting. 

To whom it may concern,

This may not come as a shock to you, so I shall not put this matter lightly. The Kingdom of Spades has suffered a great loss over the past year, and we are on the verge of ruin. I understand the strife and grief that my king has once brought you, and I share that sorrow greatly. Many people of Spades do.

The King of Hearts nearly rolled his eyes, before reminding himself of the burden of hardship that many of the Spades people had to carry. He was hurt, true, terribly, irreversibly damaged by his time with the king. And dealing with the King of Spades and his callous attitude was one thing, something many could sympathize with. Something his friends could sympathize with. But living in his territory?   The King of Hearts held respect – albeit reluctantly – for those who were able to still stomach living there, let alone hold it together by thinning strings.

I only ask that you meet with a representative of our court, a prestigious member of the High Council, and the Princess of Spades. Though the rest of the council has begged her not to contact you, she understands greater than anyone else what we face.  

His eyes widened. Princess...?  

The king gripped the letter even tighter, his void-black pupils racing across the page as he searched for another mention of this ‘Princess of Spades’.  

The princess believes, as well as I, that a brighter future can be reached for the Kingdom of Spades, and that, despite past differences and disputes, we can all unite in our shared love for the Land of Suits. And so, we request an audience with the King of Hearts himself, to speak with our princess, and build a brighter future for these kingdoms. Wallace Darling, King of Hearts, we, the people of the Spades Kingdom, humbly ask for your aid.

Sincerely,

Catherine Eclair, Ace of Spades.

As soon as the king finished the letter, his eyes ran over the word ‘Princess’ a few more times, before finally collapsing in his seat, a grand relic accented with his kingdom’s colors of crimsons and golds, much too luxurious for a mere office chair. 

The Princess of Spades... Why did that title sound so familiar? And why hadn’t he ever heard of her before? Surely, all of the Kingdoms would’ve known of her existence, preparing for the worst since, and no pun intended, the apple never falls far from the tree.

The king, with great effort and fruitless frustration, tried to press the memory of meeting this 'Princess of Spades' before it slipped away from him, but his mind simply pushed back, refusing to recognize the title.

Finally, with a heavy heart and reluctant hand, the King of Hearts addressed his first letter to the elusive Princess of Spades. 

. . .

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Spades...  

“You did what!?”  

The Jack of Spades roared across the table at the unbothered Ace while his spouse nervously tugged on his sleeve for him to back down into his seat, but he did not budge. The lady across from him seemed bored, to say the least, yawning and checking her nails with indifference.

“I was ordered to send that letter,” the brunette waved dismissively, further fueling the Jack's ire with her, in his own words, "womanly ignorance." The vein in his temple throbbed furiously, and many of the Court had to stifle their giggling at just how ridiculous he looked, his eyes bulging out of his head cartoonishly. 

“Enough.”  

Your voice completely cut through the tense air in the room, and the Court immediately fell silent at your authority, save for the heavy breathing of the Jack, whose nostrils were flared in anger. With clenched fists and his forehead still bright red with anger, the intolerable man slumped defeatedly in his seat, nearly wincing at how you glared down at him with a heavy scowl.

You had always assumed that you looked much you looked like your father, when you were angry. Perhaps, with the way the Jack of Spades was trembling, it was true.

The Ace, Catherine, tilted her nose in the air with a smug grin, clearly eating up the way he seemed so afraid of you. “Now, that’s more like it, Marlowe," she turned to his wife with a condescending smile. "Don't worry, Lillian, we all share your struggle. Dealing with such a man-child must be so tiresome." 

The Jack and his wife both turned bright red for very different reasons, but you interrupted them. “Do not provoke him, Eclair,” you scolded sternly, but most of the heat from your voice was gone as you addressed your closest friend. The Jack scoffed. 

“Is now really the time to be playing favorites, Princess?” You slowly turned your head towards him with a cold glare at the mockery of which he spat out your title, but he didn’t meet your eyes, still burning holes into the sockets of the Ace. 

“Roman...” his wife pulled more urgently on his sleeve, but he did not soften his resolve as you challenged him with an arched brow. The bright pink soulmate mark etched upon her wrist caught your eye as her glove inched upward, but you quickly flickered your gaze away. A pity, that she still hadn't found her Fated, yet.

But at least she has a chance...

“I told her to send that letter, Jack.” You spat back at him with pure venom, looking down upon him with scorn, and your eyes flickered to his wife with slight pity in your gaze. You more than understood what it’s like to deal with men with impossibly inflated egos and barely a brain between their cotton ears. 

The Jack finally met your gaze with an incredulous guffaw. “You told her to send a letter to those egotistical, milk-fed numbskulls!?" He laughed cynically, and even his wife flinched away from him, the poor, mousy thing. "With all due respect, my Princess-” 

“It was a necessary move, Marlowe,” your expression grew colder, and the air became frosty with contempt. “You’ll do yourself a favor to not question my methods and keep that temper of yours in check.” You pressed your palms further against the table with every syllable as your frigid irises, pale and shrinking into pinpricks daring him to speak another word against you. When the Jack did not respond, only seething in his seat did you lean back into your chair at the head of the table, satisfied and looking positively regal.

You sat up straight with and cleared your throat. Though your chair was less grand than your throne, it was still clear to anyone with half a mind that you carried the heaviest crown. 

“Now...” you crossed your legs, more relaxed upon your seat as the table turned their heads towards you. “I do expect to receive a letter back from the King of Hearts, whether that be a rejection, or an invitation to discuss this kingdom’s future. No matter his reply, we shall mend the bonds that the earlier king has severed, and we will make our intentions clear.” 

Side-eyeing the Jack, you added, “And despite our differences, we will be gracious, impeccable guests, who carry nothing but gratefulness for the opportunity to speak with the King of Hearts, and perhaps the rest of the Kingdoms of Suits.” 

“We will succeed. We will survive. Come Hell or high water, I will lead this kingdom to a new dawn.” 

As you spoke, you noticed that, with swelling pride, that the entire table was now looking at you, many with raised eyebrows at your outspokenness, and some with slight unease at your ambition. Fair enough. You were your father’s daughter, after all. 

Still, many within your court had respect for you surviving your father’s tyranny behind closed and opened doors, and because of it, believed you had earned your rightful place at the head of the table. Though some had also greatly pitied you because of the faded tattoo upon your forehead, spelling out words in ancient ruins that marked you as hou'ki, in your language. Abandoned, without a soulmate, damned to live your days without the love of a Fated.

Thanks to him...  

But you had no need for a king, nor the useless pity of one, and you were sure that the kingdom didn’t, either. You would rule your way, your wretched father’s teachings be damned.

You were not a gentle fawn, nor some pure forest nymph, untouched by the rottenness of the world – you had seen your share of corruption – but you were fair. You were the only hope these cotton-headed fools had. You were the key to your kingdom’s future. 

And these people had better get used to it. Soulmate or not, I am still their future Queen of Spades.  

Suddenly, the screech of chair legs scraping against the wooden floor turned everyone’s attention to the Ace of Spades, who was dramatically wiping tears from her eyes while clapping with a bright smile. 

“Bravo, my Queen! Bravo!”  

You blinked at the title, but before you could correct her theatrics, the Two of Spades stood with her, and so had his soulmate. The Fourth and his Fated wife followed, followed by the Third, Fifth, Six, and so on, and soon all of the High Court of Spades, all applauding you with bursts of enthusiastic clapping. 

Nodding, you looked over the plans and various documents set out upon the table, hiding your soft blush at all the praise. 

“Right. Thank you. So, let’s get to organizing our proposition to the King of Hearts...” 

. . .

As soon as the meeting had ended, with the Jack storming out of the room and you maintaining composure no matter how drained you felt, you ordered for all to leave the room, save for Catherine, as always. She was your closest confidante in these trying times, and her bold and challenging spirit kept you sane. Even in your childhood, she was a lighthouse in the murky fog of all you had forgotten, comforting you in your lowest times.

Right now, though, she was eyeing you warily while you still gazed obsessively over the plans on the table, mumbling to yourself and nipping at the skin of your nails anxiously. 

“Oh, stop that, now, you’ll chew your nails off, at this point.” She batted one of your hands away from your face with pursed lips.

“Catherine, I don’t know if I can take this, anymore,” you rubbed your eyes while leaning back into your chair, and your poor back was suddenly beaten with the stress of the day finally catching up to you. 

Maybe standing for prolonged periods of time isn’t good for you...  

The day had been wrought with nerves and pure bundles of anxiety, and all you wanted was to indulge in a hot bath to soothe the ache between your shoulders, while nursing a glass of sweet, bubbly wine and reading your favorite comfort novel. 

Thoughts of relaxation seemed damn near foreign to you, at this point, what with the sleepless nights spent planning and organizing, ripping out hair follicles at the prospect that the Kingdom of Hearts, the very bane of your father’s existence, was your only savior. 

“Honestly, do you just want to run away from all of our responsibilities, and live free in the Kingdom of Clubs, with their music and wine and sunlight?” You smiled up at her with tired, glassy eyes. 

The Marchioness raised an incredulous eyebrow and scoffed. “You? Giving up? First of all, who the hell are you and what have you done with the Queen? Second, what happened to that ‘come hell or high water’ speech?”  

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not the Queen, yet. And there is no guarantee this gambit of mine will work,” I reminded her, and Catherine simply rolled her eyes in return.  

“Right, and I’m to propose to the Jack of Spades while doing a jaunt in nothing but my undergarments.” 

For someone who speaks so properly, she has quite the imagination...  

“You know what I mean! Mending the relationship between the four kingdoms, a possible discussion with the King of Hearts...” you frowned. The more you thought about your master plan for the Kingdom of Spades, the more it all seemed so out of reach. But you’d already taken a gamble to get your kingdom out of your father’s hands, it was only right that you would also take the responsibility of ruling it. 

“Not to mention, when you warned me that Jack Marlowe was unbearable, you should’ve elaborated.” You snarled with a blaze of anger at the memory of that horrible, irritable man while Catherine laughed at your expense.  

“Well, you did hand his arse to him,” she snorted, checking her nails with a haughty smirk. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry, not since...” 

“Not since he waged a war with the Kingdom of Hearts?” 

Catherine nodded. “The Clash of the Cards...” 

You slumped in your chair, rubbing swirls into your brow as you tried to forget the sheer terror mixing with hatred at the thought of your father sending armadas of soldiers to conquer the Kingdom of Hearts. 

Perfect. Yet another reason why the kingdom will think of me as a mad fool.  

“Do you think it’ll work?” Her voice, so uncharacteristically soft, broke through your train of thought, and started another one. 

You let the question linger in the air for a long time, dousing everything in silence. You already knew what Catherine was referring to, already asking that question, yourself. Would this work out? Would this risk, this pipe dream of a plan that you had concocted over the years, possibly be worth losing your kingdom? Or were you a fool for believing that after the years of tyranny, that the King of Hearts would even consider helping the likes of you? His worst enemy’s eldest daughter?  

Yes. You were. But this was the only choice you could make to take your kingdom in a better direction. 

Before you could answer, a meek voice derailed your thoughts. 

“My Princess?” Catherine and you turned to the large doors leading into the meeting room that housed the Spades Court. There stood a petite, raven-haired maid with a silver tray in her hands, with a curious piece of parchment upon its surface. 

“Yes, Agatha?” 

“A letter, from the Kingdom of Hearts was delivered today,” your eyes widened, and you and Catherine shared an apprehensive glance. “The messenger stated it was for you, my Princess.” 

Catherine was fiddling in her seat – with either excitement or anxiety was anyone’s guess – as Agatha walked over to you, bowing as you took the letter from the tray. “Thank you, Agatha. You are excused.” 

You gave her a tight smile, and the maid left with a small final bow. You and Catherine stared down at the letter, eyes widening at the wax seal. It was dyed a bright, glittering crimson, with a heart stamped perfectly into the middle. 

The silence must’ve been too nerve-wracking for the Marchioness, as she nudged your shoulder with palpable impatience. 

“Well? Open it, already!” 

Scoffing, you lifted the wax seal, no bit of caution spared as you took out the letter, and Catherine leaned over your shoulder to read it. 

To the Princess of Spades...

[jessie-blogs-posts]

Howdy 🐛or Wally 👻?

Au belongs to: @sketchquill

[aerkame]

"One bite wouldn't hurt, right?"

He said quietly.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Gif art credit to: @viridianv0id

Wally loves physical contact, I’d like to think it’s one of his love languages alongside quality time and words of affirmation, but mainly he adores hand holding; Sure it felt like holding a styrofoam packing peanut made of felt but it’s reassuring and grounding for the both of you.

Bonus points: he fiddles with your fingers when he’s in need of something to fidget.

Wally hates, hates, hates crowded areas.

This is based on what clown said about Wally going to Walmart and immediately wanting to leave.

(This maybe a bit projecting on my half) He gets overwhelmed easily despite how self assured he is. That’s just his mask and he truly hates being overwhelmed whilst in a crowded room.

Let’s say for example he goes to see a theatre but sees how loud and crowded the room is with families, and suddenly Wally doesn’t seem all that up to watching the pantomime anymore and would rather watch a prerecorded one at home where it’s less chaotic.

It’s too much for Wally. It drains him and leaves him wanting compensation cuddles or to be left on his own if he’s not feeling up to being touched after that.

(I work in catering for a local theatre and let me tell ya…when shows are on…it’s honestly too much. Too crowded, too loud for me and all I want to do is go home. Thankfully it’s few and far between cuz when they’re on, i’ve already done my shift.)

Painting, drawing, sketching is Wally’s therapeutic outlet. Something he does not only as a favoured pastime but more so as an healthy method to expressing his inner most feelings because after all, art is about expressing your innermost thoughts. So being the main star brought about a ton of weight for Wally to uphold an image of perfection; which is only made worse the longer he’s forced to act in opposite of what he’s actually like.

There’s a reason why his well known place beneath a tree and -probably- away from the rest of bubbly town of welcome.

Likes to frame any and all art done by you on the walls of his home, even if it’s shit, it’s already up on the wall because Wally loves your artistic approach to things…especially that weird lump that’s supposed to be a dog…you’ve made an attempt and that’s all Wally gives a shit about. (This goes out to my fellow people who aren’t as artistically gifted.)

Wally is your personal hype puppet. He’s so encouraging in whatever you do but please maybe don’t attempt in climbing up house and using him as a jumping off point and into the pool below…please do anything except that. He’s willing to indulge you in apple picking, water balloon fights -as long as his pompadour is covered by a shower cap or something- but not to the extent where you could injure yourself.

Wally probably doesn’t understand what injuries are but let me live and say that even if you do injure yourself, he’s got the cutest array of bandages, plasters and the like as he stands before you like;

Wally: do you want the hello kitty plaster or the moshi monsters ones? 🤨🧐

You: hello kitty plz 🥺🤕

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

CUT!!!!! Actor Wally x Stage Hand GN Reader

Pics are from frillsand on tiktok. I love their actor concept. Though I’m sad they stopping but it’s understandable. Anyway to keep with pics. Puppets are seen as lesser than humans by most. Ok love ya byyeeeee

🎬 You are honestly tired of this. Every time one of your fellow employees seems to be awful to the other puppets besides Wally, he yells cut and then yells at them. You can understand his anger , you were angry too . These are actors making a show. They should be given respect. You even yelled at a fellow employee yourself because you were sick and tired of the discrimination against the puppets. They are alive and feel and should be treated better

🍎Wally started noticing you when he was about to yell at someone for being mean to Poppy when you threw down your clipboard and yelled at them instead saying how you felt and how they are alive and feel and should be treated better. The other employee ran scared cause you were red in the face and looked like you were about to punch them. Wally watched you straighten up your outfit and bend down to pick up the clipboard. He like you and how you stood up for the puppets. He called the manager over and told him to give you a raise and have you be in charge of all things related with the puppets.

🎬The director gave you a new job of working with the puppets and helping them in the work environment. He also gave you a raise which you were shocked about. But you had no complaints. It made you closer with the cast. Helping them with their lines. Making sure everyone got what they needed. Yelling at coworkers if they didn’t follow exact instructions and threatening to tell the higher ups. The one person who seemed to avoid you in the whole thing was the main star Wally. But you didn’t hold it against him. Everyone is their own person or puppet so they can do what they want.

🍎Wally was enamored by you. You are the only human to have stuck up for his friends and every time you came near butterflies were in his stomach. He had to leave whenever you were by. His friends noticed and asked him about it and he said it was nothing just didn’t want to be in the way is all. But he watched from afar and was happy he and his fellow actors are in good hands . Your really pretty hands. Wally pats his face when he thought that and just went back to work

[kumakooo]

Mean idol wally? I want to see him begin a little mean jsjs

IDK if I do this right but here u go! 1 meanie Idol Wally for u <3

Bonus!

[fearyandear]

I got a very sudden and cursed idea

A staring contest is essentially him tasting your eyes lmao. Here's an even more cursed version of this:

[fandom-freak-123]

How different welcome home characters would react to you confessing

•Wally:

•He’d just smile at you and chuckle slightly

•“I’m proud of you for having the confidence to tell me and I hoped you’d say that. . . I love you too neighbour”

•He would hold your hands and kiss them both

•He would give you a massive hug after the confession

•Howdy:

•Was working when you told him

•“You- Huh?! W-wait- say that again! There’s no way I heard you right surely you didn’t just say you love me- wait hold it that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same!”

•He’d be a mess

•Very apologetic for it sounding like he didn’t feel the same

•Eddie:

•Immediately wrote it down

•“I’m so glad you said that- I keep planning too confess to you but then I keep forgetting and it’s too late by then- oh I’m rambling aren’t I? Well uh I suppose I should say I love you too but I’m sure you already figured that out heh-“

•Awkwardly laughed and apologised for not giving you an immediate answer

•Started writing you love notes everyday considering how busy he is

•Barnaby:

•Thought you were joking at first

•“Wait- you actually mean it? Well that’s wonderful! I feel the same way!”

•Gave you a massive hug and went on and on about how he was planning on doing the same thing

•You’re spending the rest of the day with him you don’t get a say in it

•Frank:

•Was very surprised when you confessed

•“I. . . You. . . Damn you beat me to it. . . I was planning on doing the same thing later on today”

•Told you about how he had a whole romantic thing planned

•Held your hand for the rest of the time you were with him

[kazuko-stuff]

Mommy

Warning: just a crack idea based on the mommy meme

Wally: How do you feel of boys calling girls mommy

Dick: so if girls can us daddy

Roy: so why can’t we call each other daddy

Dick: No, mommy! You know what I meant

Wally: you can call me mommy anytime

Roy: I as well

Dick: Wally, you being mommy, in your dreams

Roy: and you think you can be daddy

Dick: I am the most handsome

*All three continuing chatting*

Y/n: hey guys, ready for smash bros

Dick: oh hey mommy

Y/n,Roy, Wally: ……

Y/N: WHAT!!!!

Dick: 😏

Y/N: Hey baby

Dick: 😳

[b-o-e]

sleepy phone call Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: fluff :))

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #6 :)

You find yourself unable to fall asleep, leading you to call Wally in the late hours of the night.

“Hello?”

Ah, jeez.

What had you been thinking?

You’d been staring up at your ceiling for who knows long. You’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion seeping through your body.

What made you think calling Wally would be a smart idea in your barely coherent state? Well, actually, it was probably just that. You incoherent state did.

“Hi,” you finally mustered out. You were already regretting your decisions. What if he’d been asleep? What if he had been peacefully reading a book in bed? Painting, for whatever reason?

“... Are you alright?” Wally’s voice returned, laced with concern. There was a bit of rustling. “It’s late,”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. You were debating hanging up there and then, but that would be even worse at this point, wouldn't it?

“I don’t mind in the slightest.”

Your heart swelled. He was always so sweet and considerate, wasn’t he? Always there when you needed him. You shouldn't have doubted that.

“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, gnawing lightly on your bottom lip. 

“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,”

You facepalmed. You’re an idiot, aren’t you? No, he had not been asleep.

Nonetheless, a giggle slipped past your lips, amused by your own silly mistake.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry,”

“I don’t mind,” he told you. “I’m quite used to it. What keeps you up though, neighbour?”

What was keeping you awake? Really, you had no clue. Was it the fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind, to the point where you subconsciously thought ‘hey, calling Wally in the ungodly hours in the early morning is a good idea’?

You shifted your seated position, fiddling with the phone's cord as you pursed your lips in thought. Finally, you decided on an answer.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.” You claimed. It wasn't a lie, yet it saved you from telling the full, embarrassing truth.

“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” You heard a bit of light shuffling.

“I…” you paused, trying to find the words you wanted to say. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think… I think I just wanted to hear your voice,” you confessed to him, blunt and honest.

The call went silent. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Did that sound odd?

“Wally?” You forced a chuckle, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. When did it get so warm in your house? “Sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?” You apologized, grimacing a little.

“Not at all,” his response came swiftly, pausing before he continued. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”

“Okay,” you breathed, relieved you hadn’t creeped him out. You knew Wally wasn’t very judgemental, but you still worried sometimes with the things that slipped past your lips.

Silence fell between the two of you, leaving you to desperately wrack your brain to figure out the right words to say.

What was the point of being so uptight? You already let that last comment slide. You were getting too tired to care, anymore.

“Would you mind…” you began, taking a second to figure if you really wanted to say this.

“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly. 

“Hmm…” he hummed, “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you shook your head, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it.

“Anything…” Wally parroted, going quiet for a while. Your eyes fell shut, your body further into your mattress. Even with him on the phone now, you were feeling less restless than you had been beforehand. His company was comforting, even over a silly call.

“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?” Wally’s sweet voice returned to your ears. 

“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here for you if you need me,” you mumbled.

“... Do you promise?” His tone almost seemed to be one of slight insecurity, an unusual sound for him. Your eyes reopened, staring back up at your ceiling. This seemed like something that could be important to him, and you wanted to ensure he had your full attention.

“Cross my heart, always and forever…” the words fell off your tongue with ease, repeating a vow he told to you some weeks prior. A promise you were more than willing to keep in return.

“Well,” Wally began, “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,” 

About you? Now, that was a bit worrisome. 

“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong to harm you,” you stressed. That was the last thing you wanted.

“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,”

“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you breathed a chuckle, your worry levels lowering. The feeling was still there, as you remained unsure of what the cause of Wally’s distress truly was.

“Sorry, neighbour… I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he admitted, sounding slightly defeated.

“Take your time, Wally. There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,” you tried to put his mind at ease.

You could hear him inhale deep and slow, holding it for a few moments, before letting it back out. He spoke gently.

“Your eyes,”

He paused for only a second, releasing a sigh.

“They rob the words off of my tongue.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening in surprise.

“My heart,” he went on, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,”

There was no way this was happening.

“Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”

Said heart pounded in your chest so loud, you could hear it in your head. 

“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently,” He continued.

“And yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” His voice was at a new level of gentleness than you’ve ever heard before. It was filled with nothing but open honesty, although you felt like there was something else laced in with it.

“You’re unfathomably endearing, and I crave more of you every time we part. That night we spent time together under the stars?” He ended with a questioning lilt, causing you to reflect back on that evening.

“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,” 

You didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, you were simply just… speechless.

“And after all this time, I’m still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,” 

“The truth is, my darling…”

Your mind is playing tricks on you, if you heard what you were expecting next.

“... I’m in lo–”

You slammed the phone down on its base.

This was not happening.

Were you dreaming? 

Have you been asleep this whole time, stuck in an extremely realistic dream?

The pain in your arm when you pinched it tightly answered that question for you…

You stared into the darkness of your house, wide eyed.

Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“Of course he was!” You answered that question aloud, slapping your hands to your face.

And you just hung up on him!

You froze.

You hung up on him.

…

You scrambled out of bed.

You tripped over your twisted blankets in the process.

Go, go, go! Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t care to put on any shoes. It was the least of your concerns right now. You yanked your front door open, darting out of it, and making a mad dash to Home.

Your feet padded against the ground below them, your legs moving faster than you thought they even could. Your adrenaline was spiking through the roof!

What if it was too late now? What if you ruined your chances, forever?

Your brain nagged at you. What if this? What if that?

When you came into Home’s view, it didn't even see you as you approached, attention focussed elsewhere. Once it did take notice of you, its door swung open for you, swaying slightly as if to usher you in. That's exactly what you did. 

Your eyes, blurred with stressed tears, scanned the room around you. Drifting to the table where Wally's phone typically sat, you found it to be missing. You followed the line that connected to the wall, ending at the landline, sat right next to the man you were looking for. 

His head lifted from his knees, attention captured by the sound of your hurried breaths as your body tried to compose itself. 

His widened in shock eyes met yours, teardrops rolling down his cheeks as they did on yours. No matter, a smile still remained on his features, despite being the most pathetic you’ve ever seen. You stared at each other for a moment, until you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Say it to my face,” you panted out.

You walked closer, kneeling before him, your hands cupping his cheeks. His own came up, wrapping gently around your wrists.

“Please,” you begged softly, voice cracking with desperation, choked up. “Please, Wally, say it to my face,”

His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.

You closed the gap between you, kissing him, his grip on your wrists tightening. 

“Again?” You murmured softly as you pulled away, looking into his awestruck eyes. He took a moment to process what had happened, before he responded.

“... I’m in love with you,” 

Your lips pressed to his in another gentle kiss, Wally having the mind to return it, more prepared this time. When you pulled away, the corners of his smile quirked upwards.

“Ha ha, again?” He was the one to request this time, leaning his forehead against yours. “I'm in love with you,” he repeated, hopeful of receiving another kiss. You gave a choked giggle, giving him what he desired. You pecked his lips, his cheeks, and then his forehead.

“I’m in love with you too, Darling.” 

imagine getting deceived twice in a row AHAHAAH, I had to make you think it would be more angst so you wouldn't expect this ending like so many of you did, bwahahah! yes, you get a happy ending! yippe! however, this still isn't the end, and there is more to come!

but! feelings are out there! feelings are reciprocated! yippee! I hope you enjoyed this part, maybe just a smidge more than the last, haha!

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

alas!! 'tis all for now! next will likely be out in two days! like and reblogs are extremely appreciated, gimme dopamine rahhhh!!! until next time! MWAH! <3

Posted Sunday, May 6, 2023, at 11:37 AM

[lluviapeony]

Here is a drawing I did of Cupid!Wally :D The AU is by @fetusmeme!

Camellia flower in red and pink = love and longing/ Baby’s Breath = everlasting love! He can’t be with you cuz of da rules but maybe he can give you flowers to show what he feels!

I was the anon who asked the question, I got a lil’ nervous I’m sorry 😭💀

Also bonus: a short comic of him trying to get rid of his last arrow 🤧

[yandereaffections]

Yandere Wally is darling with his Sick Wife S/O. You can decide if it's a fatal illness or a normal illness like the flu or something.

Wally is rather clueless when it comes to sicknesses of any kind, he'll kneel at your bedside staring over you with a look of concern. Sweat on your forehead, your breathing being more labored than the previous night has him in quite a panic. He's rarely ever caught an illness before but thankfully you two aren't completely helpless.

The older members of the neighborhood have taken care of Wally before and certainly, despite your puppets protectiveness over his darling in this frightening situation, will guide you through any type of sickness as well. The whole community basically surrounds your bed after he reaches out for assistance. Wally managing to throw himself over Barnaby's shoulder to watch and take mental notes of what liquids and items they give to cure his darling before Julie makes a good point to give you space and room to breath

Wally however doesn't particularly listen to that last bit, in fact he's snuggled up to you in bed, telling you half hearted jokes hoping that laughter is indeed the best medicine.

Your puppet of man isn't exactly the best at easing you to health but you surely never felt lonely any step of the way, Wally was nuzzled up to you ready to provide anything requested of him, even Home was squeaking with concern every so often, running the bath water till it turned warm for you to sink into, decongest and relax into. Best believe it'll basically be a celebration once this flu of yours subsides.

[aerkame]

I love your Alive AU, it's been on my brain ever since I discovered it! I had a funny thought when it came to Reader referring to housing the Neighbors as "raising kids"- imagine if Wally (being more experienced in the real world than the others) liked to tease Reader by calling him and them the "parents" of the family! (Kind of like Tamaki from OHSHC) and the Reader is just like "I have never agreed to this once."

"Married" Wally x reader

(Takes place in the Alive AU)

Oh I can absolutely see Wally doing this. He definitely knows what he's doing when compared to the others. Wally even acts just like a dear husband to the reader to really sell the role he has in their life now. Helping them when they need it, being an emotional support when the reader is down, and helping with the "kids" when they start to get out of hand. And of course cooking and dancing! Though the reader needed to teach him how to cook. Being able to taste is a new thing to him...

And the smells, oh the pleasant smells that linger on you makes him want to cuddle you all day. But he understands that if he lets himself get too carried away you might get suspicious of him. For now he will act like the rest. New to this and and confused about the world they're in. It doesn't mean he can't have fun though.

"Ohh Darling!~ Did you make sure to tell the kids to clean up after themselves? I'd hate for my dearest beloved to be stressed out with a mess being left behind." He turned around after taking the cookies out of the oven, he knew he was out of earshot from the others.

Your face was beet red. "Wally! You can't just say that!" You whisper shouted.

"Oh? And why not Darling? Don't you love me?" He set the cookies aside to cool off, now keeping his back to you, probably hiding that big smirk across his face.

"Only married couples have the same last name!" You sat down hoping to hide your red cheeks in your knees.

"What's married?" He feigned innocence, turning around to bash his eyelids at you. You didn't buy it.

"You know what...just. Nevermind."

He gave a soft hum and knelt down to give you a kiss on the cheek, something you got used to. "I love you too my Darling."

[foxyd101]

"Oh...Hello, Neighbor~" @:)

Hi everyone, here's another Wally drawing! ;)

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

TO WHAT ANON THOUGHT

I found a tiktok about rules. This person took time to look through clowns post and share what you can and can’t post and I will share it with y’all today . TikTok ragweed_babey

So I will still have a break today but

I am coming back!!!!!!!

Edit1 : I do apologize if it looks different. The person who originally made the TikTok asked me to take the two pics off and of course I respect people and their wishes. But they said I can keep the rules on here for y’all So here y’all go. If you would like to see what’s missing. Go and check out ragweed_babey on tik tok. Thanks

[kumakooo]

I need more of idol wally qwq he's is my beloved ❤️ úwù

Here hope u enjoy this~💖

(I had a lot of fun drawing him, especially drawing him getting kisses hehehe.) cus I can't get the idea that I wanna kissed his charming face out of my head from my last reblog

 (u should go check out this talented artist @thatthirstyweirdo their art is so yummy )