#wally and home are under one roof

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hm.

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Consider...

They're friends! :D

(I'm sorry if Barnaby's arm looks off I tried my absolute best-)

[gffa]

It has been a whole entire week since I posted my previous set of recs and guess who is still hip deep in BATFAMILY fic and really wants to cry about feelings about all the Bats and Birds, but most especially my beloved Dick Grayson? I enjoy fic of all the characters, there should hopefully be something for most fans here, I eventually spread my wings a bit (ha ha) through the fandom, but absolutely I feel I should warn you all that I play favorites and I’m not subtle about it. In my defense he’s really annoying in the most delightful way, how could I not love him the most? So, here, have week #2’s recs where I dump 60+ more fics on you because this fandom is on fucking fire with how good it is and how much I love everyone here. God bless fic writers, you are all doing the lord’s work of giving me three novels worth a week to read and knocking it out of the park while you do it. BATFAM FIC RECS - BABY DICK IS THE CUTEST FERAL ROBIN I’M NOT HEARING ANY ARGUMENTS: ✦ The Painful Truth by RascalJoy (DarkQuill), dick & bruce & wally & artemis & m'gann & conner & dinah, 6.2k      In a mission gone wrong, Robin finds himself being forcefully interrogated under…influence. “Now, you’re probably wondering why we haven’t just yanked your mask off and been done with this whole thing, hmm? It’s because this way is so much more fun.” ✦ a home not yet a home by Mayarenerose, dick & bruce, 1.1k      Dick just likes climbing to the roof sometimes. He doesn’t mean anything by it. He doesn’t. He just needs to be high up sometimes. He likes looking at the stars. Stars are hard to come by in the city and you need to be high up to even see them properly. ✦ Friends That Say (You’re Not Alone) by ProsperDemeter, dick & bruce & alfred & clark, 3.5k      Richard. The kid. Richard Grayson. Clark didn’t feel ready to meet the child that Bruce took in. What if he was a mini-Bruce? What in the world would Clark do then? ✦ Taking Flight: A Tragicomedy in Four Acts by WingFeathers, dick & bruce & alfred & clark, 48.7k      John and Mary Grayson die; Dick becomes Robin. This is everything that happens in between, a/k/a, how Gotham City ripped one family and identity from Dick and gave him another. An origin story in the Rebirth spirit, weaving together threads from Tec #40, Dark Victory, Robin: Year One, New 52, and more. ✦ Motion Sickness by Arwriter, dick & bruce & cast, 4.2k      A routine patrol is interrupted when Robin realizes he’s being followed. There’s no attack, no ambush, no weapons drawn. Dick doesn’t understand what this man wants, or why his gentle touch hurts so bad. But Batman seems to know, and Dick just wants someone to tell him what he did wrong. ✦ do as I say (not as I do) by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 1.1k      “Don’t be mad.” Bruce has been raising Dick long enough to know that that sentence never bodes well. Especially when it’s the first thing to pop out of the twelve-year-old’s mouth when Bruce answers the phone. ✦ Burn Rubber by HoodEx, dick & bruce & roy, 3.5k      Roy couldn’t help but feel out of place like his presence was keeping Bruce from acting like himself. Whatever “himself” looked like. Bruce had always been a bit of a cold asshole anytime Roy had been around him. Even when Bruce talked to Dick, there was a barrier there that made their conversations seem strictly business. Some part of Roy had always wondered if Bruce was the same way with Dick at home. For Dick’s sake, he sure hoped not. OR the one where Roy gets to see Bruce act like a dad. Also, there are cars. Lots of cars. ✦ Surprise, You’re Adopted by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce, 1.8k      Dick gets kidnapped. Bruce gets worried. Things turn out alright in the end, though. ✦ without you i am surely the last of my kind by nosecoffee, dick & bruce & clark & j'onn, 6.6k      (Bruce Wayne also knows how it feels to be a scared little boy who just watched his parents die, telepathic mind meddling aside, and has had his eyes fixed on Dick Grayson since his parents fell, so of course he’s going to get him. It’s all he can do.) (Or, Dick Grayson is a traumatised alien empath with bad timing, and Bruce Wayne still needs to learn how to verbalise his emotions.) ✦ The Bone Road by scpnightwing, dick & bruce & alfred, 63.8k wip      By night, Robin was his partner in crime, but once the sun rose, all Dick could be was a mirror of his tragedy, haunting his halls and asking for more than Bruce had in him to give. (The early days of Batman and Robin, and the many mistakes therein) BATFAM FIC RECS - EVERYBODY LOVES DICK: ✦ The Shape Of You (Was Jagged And Weak) by WinterSky101, dick & bruce & jason & tim & slade & cast, 40.6k      Six months ago, Nightwing died. They never found the body. Last week, Deathstroke arrived in Gotham. He brought a partner with him. ✦ We Were Built to Fall Apart by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce & tim, 1.2k      Dick is hurt, tired, and ready to let go. Bruce doesn’t seem to be ready to let him. ✦ It’s a Wonderful Earth-218 by BeatriceEagle, dick & bruce & past dick/babs & cast, 7.4k      As Blüdhaven burns, Dick makes a wish that he’d never been born. He wakes up in a world where that’s true, being followed around by a supervillain who just really wants to get back to taking over the world. ✦ the higher fidelity by birdsofthesoul, dick & bruce & damian, 3.6k      Bruce goes sheet-white, looking like Dick’s just cut him to the quick, and Dick can’t help but think they should have booked a flight, discretion be damned. This — this is why they don’t do road trips. Cars are like confessionals, cramped spaces built for coercing confessions, and neither of them are good with words. ✦ Theory of Relativity by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce & jason & cast, de-aged!dick, 2.2k wip      In which Dick Grayson gets de-aged and everybody freaks out ✦ hold the fort (for i am coming) by deargalileo, dick & bruce & jason & tim & duke, de-aged!dick, 3.6k      Jason’s jaw dropped. The tiny human child toddled in front of him, gripping at his pant legs. Automatically, he bent his knees slightly. The child lost its grip, and fell flat onto its ass. They both froze. The child’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly. “No no no, don’t cry,” Jason rushed out. He leaned down and scooped the child into his arms. “Don’t cry, okay?” The child grabbed onto his shoulder as Jason settled it (him?) onto his upper hip. Big, blue eyes blinked up at him, shining with unshed tears. When the fuck did B have the time to adopt a new kid? ✦ There’s Always Another One by lapsedpacifist, dick & hal (& bruce), 2.5k      After Bruce kicked Dick out, there was a very particular place Dick decided to visit. Well, visit, hide in, it was all one and the same. He could do it without Bruce! Just a shame Hal was finished with his assignment a week earlier than anticipated. ✦ The True Sons of Batman by PandasandDucks13, dick & bruce & damian & jason & talia & cast, 10.8k      What if Dick Grayson was Bruce Wayne’s biological son? ✦ Hey! He Attempted a Coup! by PandasandDucks13, dick & bruce & clark & justice league & zod, 3.1k      What if Dick Grayson was a Kryptonian? ✦ Unsteady by 60sec400, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & barbara & cast, 14.8k      Nightwing is 22 when he’s hit by, well, something. They haven’t actually figured that out yet. But now he’s ten years old and a child and Damian struggles to see the man who he had looked to as a father forget who he ever was. De-aged fic. AU. BATFAM FIC RECS - DICK AND DAMIAN WERE THE BEST BATMAN & ROBIN, I’M NOT HEARING ARGUMENTS ABOUT THAT EITHER: ✦ Mirage (What I See In You) by SilverSkiesAtMidnight, dick & damian, 3.4k      Grayson’s gaze flicks upwards to meet his, and suddenly his expression softens. He smiles. “It’s okay,” he says, the movement of his lips clear even if his voice sounds like it’s coming through a broken radio. Suddenly, he’s pressing a rebreather to Damian’s face. His own rebreather, whole and unbroken. ✦ The Dog Days Are Done by fishfingersandjellybabies, dick & damian & cast, 3k      Dick is a good guy. He is. He knows that. Just like he knows that bribing your wayward, animal-loving, emotionally-traumatized brother to come see you with a puppy is exactly what all good guys do. That was a fact. ✦ To the Moon by theLiterator, dick & damian, 9k      A newly resurrected Damian Wayne does not believe Dick Grayson is dead. Spyral has been quietly helping to deal with the aftermath of Leviathan’s reign of terror and is wary of clones. Dick Grayson does not believe Damian Wayne is alive. (Together they fight crime, but’s always been true, hasn’t it?) ✦ Redemption Lies Plainly in Truth by SilverSkiesAtMidnight, dick & damian, 6.2k      Damian tries to pull his wrist out of his grasp. Any other time, Dick would let him go without hesitation, always careful to make sure his personal space is respected. This time, he catches his other wrist as well, gentle but firm as he crouches down to make eye contact. “Hey,” he says, smiling gently. “Do you trust me?” ✦ whether you’re high or low by Anonymous, dick & damian & jason, 1.9k      Dick’s first visit back to Gotham in a while ends with a shattered TV screen and more questions than answers for Damian and Jason. ✦ wrap myself in a thin sheet of ice by emavee, dick & damian, 3.3k      Damian falls victim to a witch’s curse, giving him a week to live before his heart turns to ice. There is a cure, but there’s no way someone like Damian would ever receive a kiss of true love. ✦ as love carries its strength, but not its labels by AlterHarpia, dick & damian, 2.7k      Bruce is on a trip beyond Earth’s Solar System for longer than he intended, making Dick and Damian fall into an old pattern. “I’m not Batman.” A mere reminder, perhaps, but when said to Damian it always sounds like an apology. BATFAM FIC RECS - BATKIDS ALL HAVE MANY SIBLINGS AND THEY’RE ALL PETTY ASSHOLES AND/OR WONDERFUL BABIES AND I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE BEING: ✦ Say Uncle by Megaerakles, tim & jason & bruce & dick & steph & cast, 46.3k      Tim is prepared to take the steps necessary to ensure that Bruce will not feel obligated to adopt Tim when a comatose Jack Drake inevitably dies. But what could be better than preventing Bruce from ending up with a son he doesn’t want? Bringing back the one he does. Jason agrees to the Replacement’s stupid, stupid plan to invite some strange adult man he’s never met to come live with him, if only to keep the idiot alive long enough for him to serve his purpose in the Great Red Hood Revenge Scheme. Might this new roommate situation have an impact on either of their worldviews? Surely not… ✦ Ain’t No Compass, Ain’t No Map by ebjameston, tim & jason & dick & cast, outsider pov, 51.8k      A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood’s lieutenant, and an intern who’s promising to fix the IT systems at his office. It’s a weird day for Theo. ✦ The Longer You Stay by emiv, bruce/selina & dick & jason & tim, 64.3k      Bruce Wayne was never meant to be part of Selina’s clean slate. Then again, neither were a circus boy, a street rat or a rich kid. For a girl who didn’t like strings, Selina found herself getting attached. ✦ Falling, Catching by Freezer7, dick & jason/roy, 4k      The call comes in at two thirty-four am, on Dick’s first night off in three weeks. ✦ Piñata by Maximum_Quinn, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & duke, 2.2k      “I found… something weird today.” “Weird how?” “I was checking out that half-destroyed apartment building today, and there was, like… papier-mâché everywhere? In Robin colors.” (Duke learns about an odd tradition between the Bats and the Rogues.) ✦ Five Times Dick Was Tim’s Safety Net and One Time Tim Was Dick’s by PrinceJakeFireCake, dick & tim, 5.2k      “Tim forced his gaze away from his phone, took a moment to breathe deeply, then tried to figure out the best way not to die anytime soon. For Bruce. For Alfred. For his friends. For Dick.” Dick has always been there for Tim, even before they knew each other. ✦ wet teeth, shining eyes, glimmering by a fire (who will i be tonight?) by lifetimeoflaughter, dick & jason & cast, 2.3k      They’re standing on a rooftop. It’s not very high up; only about ten floors, give or take. The moon isn’t out tonight. It’s dark. It’s too dark to tell if it’s blood that’s dripping from Jason’s gloved fists. ✦ smeared with oil (like david’s boy) by call_me_steve, bruce & dick & tim & damian, de-aged!damian, 2.1k      Dick’s leaning over the edge of the couch, watching a tired Bruce stare lovingly down at the baby cradled in his arms. The baby’s swaddled in soft green blankets, probably procured by Alfred at some point or another. It’s hard to believe that this is actually Damian- Damian, and his big, bright, brown eyes; his soft, baby hair; his pudgy cheeks and small fingers. Clear of a snarl and frown and, instead, reduced to soft babbles and the occasional giggle. In his chest, Dick’s heart flutters. He feels his breath stop for all of a moment- God, this kid already has him wrapped around his finger. “Can I hold him?” ✦ There in the Sudden Blackness by CamsthiSky, dick & tim & damian, 1.7k      Tim and Dick argue, and at the end, Tim’s not actually sure if either of them actually won. ✦ The Mechanics of a Hug by incogneat_oh, dick & tim & damian & bruce, 4.1k      “So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.” ✦ Taking Care of Business by Nokomis, dick & tim, 1.7k      Tim (only somewhat reluctantly) accompanies Dick on an undercover mission at an Elvis convention. ✦ where were you when I was king in this part of town? by Cerusee, dick & jason & bruce, 4k      The teen sitting next to him had mostly polished off his pork noodles, and he was eyeing Nightwing’s. Nightwing handed them over without a word. “Why,” he said, more to himself than the kid, “why, oh, why do I feel like I know you?” Because you do, came the unbidden thought. ✦ head in the clouds by Alienu, dick & jason & tim & damian, 4.7k      “Hey,” Tim says out of the blue. “Has anyone ever noticed that Damian has, like, weirdly sharp canines?” Dick makes a face. “What?” he asks. Then seems to think about it a little more, and says, “Oh, I mean… kind of? I don’t really pay attention to his teeth.” He turns to Damian. “Robin, let me see your teeth.” The kid growls. “I’m not afraid to bite you, Nightwing.” “Furry,” Jason coughs. Damian throws a batarang at him. ✦ A little more heart and soul by ruesyblues, dick & jason & damian, 2k      What do you do when the brother you raised and loved and left now seems to be withdrawing and you want the best for him but you’re not sure if you did the right thing and oh fuck what if you made a mistake?? (Dick wants Damian to be happy. He just has no clue how to accomplish that.) ✦ To Reconcile by CasualDanger, dick & jason, 2.4k      “Babs slapped me at your funeral.” Jason goes to laugh, but it’s just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. “She hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,” his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, “did you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?” ✦ damian clone triplets!!! by drakefeathers, dick & bruce & damian, 2.1k      Bruce finds and rescues three baby Damian clones~!!! babies~!! ✦ fear toxin (◡‿◡✿) by drakefeathers, dick & bruce & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian & alfred, 3.6k      six drabbles about batkids crying and screaming after being dosed with scarecrow’s fear gas~ (⊙‿⊙✿) ✦ Two Birds, One Stone(d) by MichaBerry, tim(/kon) & bruce & dick & jason & alfred, 5.8k      After a drugs bust gone sideways, Tim is a very high little bird. Cue shenanigans and family bonding. BATFAM FIC RECS - I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT TIM DRAKE’S TRUE LOVE INTEREST IS CONNER KENT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME, NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once, tim/kon & damian/jon & dick & jason & bruce & cast, nsfw, 22.4k      Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And- Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t- BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Hard Truths and Other Realities by CKBookish, dick & bruce & jason & clark & wally & cast, 113.6k wip      Clark shifted his weight making the floorboards creak and groan under his feet. “Dick I hate to see you–” He paused searching for the right word. Dick snorted. “Wallow?” Clark sighed. “That’s not what I was going to say.” “I know. I can go to the barn and hang out there if I’m bothering you and Lois.” Dick pushed himself up. Of course he should have thought of that. Lois didn’t want some random teen laying around her home on Christmas Eve. ✦ You Won’t Wake Up Alone by DawnsEternalLight, dick & bruce & damian & jason & tim, 5.2k      Dick’s captured and drugged and probably about to die. The last thing he wants to do is die in front of his family, especially not his baby brothers, all he wants is to be with Bruce and feel safe again. ✦ The Robin Manual by lurkinglurkerwholurks, dick & bruce & damian, 2.3k      Bad days were nothing new. Most of the time, he could feel them coming the way a swimmer could feel the approach of something huge beneath the surface of the water. The pressure would start to build, tugging at him like undertow by the shore, and it was always a gamble to see how long he could tarry before the pull yanked him under. ✦ the world is ending and i’m still numb by Arwriter, dick & bruce & jason & tim & alfred & cass & stephanie & damian & barbara & duke & cast, rape aftermath/read the tags, 20.7k      She’s gone, and he’s home, but Dick doesn’t know how to move on. He isn’t alone, but that doesn’t mean he knows how to ask for help. ✦ Up High by CamsthiSky, dick & damian, ~1k      “Grayson, what are you doing up here?” Dick shrugs, a sad smile pulling at his lips. He’d stopped asking that when his feet first started to take him up here years ago. “I like the view.” ✦ here comes the rain again by pocketofsky, dick & jason & tim & damian, rape aftermath/read the tags, 14.1k      Dick doesn’t patrol when it rains. Not since Blüdhaven. And everyone knows that, but they don’t know why. Or: Dick slowly but surely confronts his trauma. Now featuring: a train, pain, and a lot of rain. ✦ Happy Little Bluebirds Fly Beyond the Rainbow (Why Oh Why Can’t I) by honeycombclaire, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & cass, 26.9k      After being subjected to the Mad Hatter’s dream machine, Dick gets stuck in a dream world where he finally has everything he wants. His parents are alive, his family is together, and he still gets to be Nightwing. Everything is perfect. Using the machine, the Bats invade Dick’s mind to bring him back. They don’t expect to find out just how much Dick has been hurting. ✦ Maybe, just maybe, he should call Bruce…Nah. by memearchive, dick & bruce & jason & tim, rape aftermath/read the tags, 5.8k      “Yeah, 34 deaths, 35 including Blockbuster, is a lot. Yeah, his home and everything he owns is gone. Yeah, his safehouses and everything in those are all ash, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he gets it- but he’s dealt with loss before, and maybe 34 is a bit high, and maybe he could have stopped Tarantula, but he’s never been like this before. Not even after his parents’ deaths, and that’s a terrifying thought. Was this really the thing that broke him?” ✦ right through my walls by wingdingery, dick & bruce & barbara & jason & alfred, 6.6k      Sure, yes, Bruce and Jason attacked Dick and left him injured—but they were under the effects of fear toxin, so it wasn’t really them. Dick’s gone enough rounds with fear toxin to understand that. He’s perfectly fine with what happened. Now if only the rest of the family would believe him. ✦ gray by iselsis, dick & bruce, 1k      Grief demands to be felt, but Dick doesn’t have to be alone. ✦ How Far Love Goes by BeatriceEagle, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & barbara, comics violence as child abuse/read the tags, 99.5k      Plenty of family reunions end in fighting. Not that many end in explosions. A mass Arkham breakout brings all of Bruce’s children home, and with them, all the drama, secrets, and anger they’ve been keeping for years. Amidst rising tensions and a mysterious new threat in Gotham, the family has to work together to round up the rogues—and confront their feelings about each other. BATFAM FIC RECS - THROW BABY DICK AT BATTISON, C'MON DO IT, IT’LL BE HILARIOUS: ✦ romanticize a quiet life by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.7k      it’s parent teacher conference day for battinson and his robin ✦ when i call you come home by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred & jim, 3.2k      ummm battinson and his robin and angst and hurt/comfort idk how to summarize this one so you just have to trust me ✦ Dark by Cant_Smoke_Eggs, dick & bruce & alfred, 1.9k      aka Baby Dickie thinks Bruce is a Vampire. Bruce thinks he’s figured out he’s Batman. Misunderstandings and Identity reveals ensue. ✦ Just Two Dads Having a Chat by red_jaebyrd, dick & bruce & clark & kon, 1.5k      “I’m not giving you an interview, Kent.” “You always say that, and I always tell you that I’m not here for an interview,” Kent laughed, not at all bothered by Bruce’s aloofness. “We’re just two dads at soccer practice having a chat.” ✦ I Don’t Think Like I Should by shipNslash, jim & barbara & dick & bruce & cast, 13.2k      Featuring unmasking vigilantes as a father-daughter bonding activity, awkward small talk between two dads (both at crime scenes and PTA meetings), and Babs and Dick’s natural progression from classmates to besties in the name of chaos. This is a direct sequel to I’m a Good Pretender but can be read as a stand alone.

[jazzzzzzhands]

I'm a bit late in talking about the update!

But!

Oh this is so interesting!!

Firstly, the effect of it all was so good! I feel like the previous update had everyone SO confused and then this one drops and it just CLICKS.

So the WHRP.. the Question-Answerer. They finally decided to try and talk to Wally! And they don't even care about explaining it or hiding it! They no longer care if We know. They might even know we know!

Anyways, they knocked on his door, gave him a call and BOY did he answer! Not only did he answer, but he sorta showed off!!

Some of them he did simply, such as writing Hello! And moving Barnaby!

But then he does this

And he even says "I didn't write it, I did something else"

The "Not only can I do this, but I can do more!" He is thinking creatively!

Wally is putting in the extra effort. Really not being subtle. He is so LOUD, basically screaming "Yes, this is me! I am here! I am the one doing this! Talk to me!"

But the instruction that makes me think the most is the SALLY one

I thought it meant to just flip the image! From left to right!

But! Wally has somehow conjured up an entirely NEW image! When you think about it, someone on the team drew or restored that image of Sally. Most likely, there was not a backside at all! Why would there need to be an illustration of that! Wally somehow made it happen! Very very interesting!

And then there is this, a little bonus, a little extra

Wally and Home. Sitting nicely together in the same... House?

I think most of us already think that there is a connection between the two of them. A deep connection.

Personally, I see the concept of Home as more of a general idea. Your Home, your upbringing, your family, your life! And what are you without these things? They made you who you are! If you were to separate yourself from the idea of Home, would you even know who you are?

And then there is the Eye. And it is under the same House. Wondering if this is saying "This and This are the same" "Wally and Home are both the Eyes" which feels like the more obvious statement.

But for me I see another connection. A Third. And it's You. The collective You. We are the audience, We are the Watchers and We have a connection to Wally through his eyes.

That connection is different and separated from the one between Wally and Home, but it is there! Under the same roof!

Wally, Home and You

Ooh I honestly am so excited to see the WHRP's response to all of this! They have been answered! And so very obviously too!

Anyways! As usual, I pop in with my little thoughts! Clown and his team are always full of delightful surprises! I hope they get some well deserved rest and good treats!

And all of you guys too!

Have fun out there!

[prismuffin]

Okay Ik he isn’t in your list but you did mention that characters who aren’t on your list can also be requested so can I request a one shot of Kid Flash x Male!Reader who has wings and is also a vigilante? Maybe with him wanting to see what it’s like to fly and the reader showing him? If not that’s fine no worries! Also how’ve you been? Ik it’s been a day since I last requested but I just wanted to make sure you’ve been well

A/n: Thats true i did say that so here you go! I’m doing better btw thanks for asking! I love getting your requests cause they give me smth to do so thanks for these😽🙏 The reader has bird like wings instead of bat like wings so they’re extra fluffy!

Joy Ride!

Kid Flash (Wally West) x Male!Reader

( summary: when you notice Wally staring at your wings one night you decide to take him on a joy ride )

Warnings?: Wally being an idiot, heights?🤯🫵,

!-!More under the cut!-!

You ruffled your wings and allowed any excess feathers to fall from your back. You had just finished plucking them and feathers were scattered all across the locker room. “Wally please stop messing with my feathers.” Oh yeah, and this idiot is in here too. “Why? It’s not like your using 'em anymore.” You gave him a look and he dropped some of the feathers he was messing with. “Aww come on! You never let me touch your wings, besides that one time, and they’re super soft!” He practically whined before sitting next to you on the bench. You chuckled and shook your head at his childish behavior before sighing. “How about this,” you turned to look at him, “I clean up all your feathers for you, so you don’t have to and in return, you take me on a joy ride through the night.” His eyebrow was raised and his signature smirk was on his face. “That’s..” he leaned closer as you began to speak. You glanced down at the large-ish pile of feathers that gathered near your feet before looking back to him. “A really dumb idea.” His head dropped to his lap and you laughed. “Fine then, clean up your own feathers.” He crossed his arms over his chest and dramatically looked away from you, getting up. You watched as he stormed out the locker room muttering about how he wanted to fly. A small smile graced your lips and you shook your head.

-

A week later you sat bored in the common room, surfing TV channels as everyone sorta did their own thing. Dick sat on the floor leaning against the couch, he was working on some type of homing device. Aqualad sat on the couch, he was the one with the remote, obviously bored as he clicked through each channel until something caught his eye. Conner laid asleep on the love seat and Wally sat near the end of the couch, but instead of mindlessly staring at the screen he was staring at you. Your wings to be specific. You noticed, and sighed, he's always had a fascination with your wings. You thought about the conversation you had a week ago and smirked. You're so bored right now you might as well do something that could be fun.

You turned to look at Wally who looked back towards the screen when you turned. You chuckled and flipped off the back of the couch. Going over to him, you whispered. "Wally." He hummed and looked at you with a questioning look in his eyes and a nervous smile on his lips. "Were you staring at my wings?" he awkwardly chuckled and scratched the side of his head. "Me? Pfft, no way." You stared at him for a second, thinking over what you were about to agree to and sighed. "Hey remember a week ago when you asked me to take you on a joy ride?" He immediately perked up upon hearing those words leave your mouth. He hoped this would lead to you doing exactly that, taking him out flying and he was right, it did.

-on the roof-

"Alright so do I sit on your back or what?" You look towards Wally, who was smiling from ear to ear with his arms crossed over his chest. "..I'm gonna act like you didn't just say that." He laughed as you stretched. "No but seriously, how is this gonna work exactly?" You held off telling him and stretched out your wings to their full length. You look towards Wally who's jaw was practically on the floor. "Impressed?" You smirk and Wally chuckles, "quite."

You flapped your wings a couple of times before lifting yourself off the ground. "Face west and hold your arms up." He was a little confused but obeyed nonetheless. You flew around in the air for a bit to make sure everything was good before swooping back down and grabbing both of Wally's arms, pulling him up with you in the air. He slipped downwards initially and let out a shriek that made you laugh. You readjusted your grip in the air since Wally was gripping your arm so hard.

After the initial shock wore off Wally was smiling and laughing as you cut through the night air. He looked down at the ocean below him before looking up at you with a large smile. "Thank god for your strong arms, cause' this is awesome!!" He cheered and laughed, swinging his legs back and forth in the air. You laughed and cheered as well, flying a bit higher. "Wanna try something?!" You yelled over Wally's cheers and he looked at you, nodding his head. "You gotta trust me alright?" He looked confused before you swung your arms up, throwing him in the air. His eyes widened as he felt himself fall, watching you as you do a flip above him before swooping down quickly and catching him bridal style. He held onto you for dear life for a moment before laughing out of shock. "Holy crap." he muttered. "You alright there?" You slowly stopped, your flying turning into a hover. "Do that again!" You jumped, slightly surprised, though it quickly wore off. You hummed, "Again then?" "Yeah! Let's go even higher!" You smirked and started flying again with a cheering Wally in your arms.

EXTRA:

"What are those two idiots doing?" Aqualad asked as he stood on the roof with Dick, who was watching the both of you through binoculars. Aqualad squinted, "Is Y/n playing catch with Kid..?" Dick nodded as his eyes followed the two of you. "Oh- there he goes." They watched as Wally got thrown up into the air before watching you go to catch him again, only to see you miss him completely. Watching Wally plop into the ocean the two heroes sighed as they saw you dive in after him.

"..."

"I'll go get the towels.."

"yup."

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winged!male!Reader storyline continuation asks: part 2 and part 3

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[arikihalloween]

Welcome Home × Wakfu AU ramble

The people have spoken, Wakfu AU comes first !

What's Wakfu AU ?

Set in the universe of the mmorpg games and serie Wakfu, Welcome Home is a little guild of adventurers of all kinds known for their adventures (and misadventures) !

Starting off by answering this question by @gaypyro

Home is not a Shushu possessing a house ( that felt overdone, since Luis exist lol )

Home is a Xelor, adoptive father of Sally and Wally, and owner of the guild. He took under his roof many promising adventurers, and seems quite entertained by their antics. Despite his looks, he's pretty friendly, and loves a good joke or bonding moment with the guild members. ( Just don't get him mad ! We don't know what would happen then 👀)

Sally is a dramatic young xelor adopted by Home. She received a full huppermage education as well, and will boast about it whenever she can, making it a whole show. Rather than time, she has particular interest in the stars and astral readings.

Wally is the second son of Home. He has no affiliation to any god, he just lives his life, going on adventures with his best friend Barnaby, an oujinak.

Julie is a iop that was raised in a Sadida family. Hyper energetic, curious and playful, she tends to run in fights head first ! When she's not adventuring with Frank and Eddie, you'll find her hanging out with Wally, Howdy or Sally.

Frank is a feca that specialised in shield magic, to cover Julie while they get into fights. However, he's not above throwing a good punch, and thus Eddie often has to drag the two back to the guild as they are injured or bruised all over. Frank is a curious fellow, who loves knowledge. Julie helps him identify the new plants they encounter.

Eddie is a sacrier, who tried his best to appear calm, although he's often pretty anxious. He generally travels with Julie and Frank, getting the two out of fights more often than not. He likes traveling and discovering new locations !

Howdy is an osamoda merchant, who joined the guild to try adventuring after his old shop was destroyed in a fight, although he can't really get rid of his old ways ... Poppy is his trusted dragodinde companion, who gained sentience after one of Sally's messed up spells ! Poor Poppy is quite the anxious animal, but she finds comfort in the guild's cheerful atmosphere.

And finally, we have Nyxie ( because I have to include her and Suave haha) as an eliatrope !

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And that's all the characters I've done so far !

I've also included Bailey as a baby dragodinde and and the Joyful family !

Don't hesitate if you have more questions, headcanons, ideas of situations and adventures for those sillies, etc !

I had fun designing everyone, although some characters gave me troubles

Turns out it's hard to apply different species, logic and cultures to muppets from the 70s /j

I tried to keep them easy to recognise while making them more adapted to the wakfu world

It's just a silly AU to do silly comics and jokes ! Completly angst free, just a calm lil heaven of sillyness

I hope you liked it !

[sleepingdeath-light]

celebrating mother’s day hcs ; poppy

requested by ; anonymous (14/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; poppy partridge

outline ; “I know this probably won't be posted today, but can you do a Poppy Partridge and a Child!reader where they celebrate Mother’s Day together?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

note ; getting this request a few minutes ago confused me since we brits celebrate in march — but needs must so you get this piece today

you’d been planning for today over the past few weeks, confiding in wally and howdy about your plans since you needed their help the most

howdy had made sure that what you needed was in stock and passed the goods over to you — ‘on the house’ for his favourite little tyke

wally had provided the space to prepare your gifts (with home’s approval, of course)

and julie, with very minimal persuasion, had become your cover — offering to babysit for poppy whilst ferrying you to and from home

the whole ordeal was much more secretive than it needed to be, but it was much more fun that way so nobody was complaining

but after days of thorough preparation the stage was set and your neighbours helped you set everything up in the early morning — before your loving mum was up and ready to start the day

you, with some help from a newly recruited frank, made her favourite breakfast (plenty of pancakes and waffles with syrups and fruits galore) — before he slipped out of the back door whilst you went with a tray full of goodies to wake her up

a very chipper ‘morning, mum’ followed, rousing her from her sleep only to be greeted with her comparatively tiny child carrying about a half a dozen plates stacked with servings of various dishes and desserts

still tired, she smiles at you and thanks you, welcoming you by carefully taking the tray and setting it on her bedside table before pulling you up into a very warm hug — kissing all over your face and making you giggle

then she’ll indulge in the breakfast you made, careful not to spill anything, and insisting on splitting it with you — surprised by how well made it all is (but masking it behind typical compliments like ‘wow, honey, this tastes amazing’ and so on)

the two of you spent a good hour and a half in her bed just lounging and chatting before you remembered her card and gifts and basically flew out of bed to go and get them for her (tripping over your own feet in the process and getting a ‘careful!’ yelled after you in response)

the card itself is handmade and crudely drawn in crayon (a loan done under the guiding eye of wally) — a picture depicting the two of you with ‘happy mother’s day’ written in bold capitalised letters at the top

the message inside is what you’d expect from a child but the effort of it all still had poppy tearing up and wiping stray tears on the feathers of her wings before she finished it and pulled you into another hug — carefully placing the card to one side when you launched yourself at her

next were the gifts: a mixture of suggestions from neighbours and your own intuitions that culminated in quite the sizeable pile of presents

new oven-mitts embroidered with birds and baked goods and her name in the centre — a custom order placed by howdy and designed in part by julie

a new cookbook that frank had bought two of and gifted to you for the occasion, knowing poppy was always looking to expand her knowledge of baking

a painting of the two of you made by wally — a recreation of an older photograph that had gotten damaged a few years ago due to a leak in the roof

and a ‘world’s best mum’ teddy bear that you’d bought for her with your pocket money (howdy tried to give it to you for free, but you insisted so he settled on a massively discounted price)

by the end of it all, poor poppy was in tears and was only able to thank her sweet little fledgling for doing so much for her — pulling you into a hug and kissing the crown of your head as she did so

the rest of the day would be spent in the kitchen helping her experiment with new recipes whilst doing silly dances and singing along to whatever song comes up on the radio

ending the day with a wonderful picnic in your garden as you watch the sun set, stomachs filled with delicious food and hearts filled with love for your little family and the friends that helped you feel right at home

[theneighborhoodwatch]

The neighborhood map changed again! I'm not sure if the black thing (to borrow a Madeline L'Engle term) under Home has grown anymore. Some things I notice are Poppy's house's windows shut, Barnaby's pawprints, vines growing on the roof of Frank's house, and lots of sidewalk chalk doodles presumably from Julie (and maybe Wally drew Frank's face?).

I've noticed subtle changes to the neighborhood in previous updates too, but with more continuing to happen, as well as content we've gotten this Halloween update, I have a feeling these neighborhood changes are more... current than we might have previously thought.

This is a bit of a long shot, but I think everyone in Welcome Home is active, at least somewhat. Some characters are more aware than others. Maybe they're "waking up"; we've had two puppets, Wally through his doodles and Sally through the Halloween record, speak directly to us now.

In the secret bug audio, found on the transcript page for the Halloween record, the puppets mention that the spooky storytelling went well, as if it's a direct follow-up to the Halloween record. It's a discrepancy, sure, but perhaps not an unfounded one. Maybe the neighborhood's stuck in some sort of limbo between the present and the past, and only now, with the WHRP, Q/A, and us discovering it, is it literally reviving in front of our eyes.

correct me if i'm wrong, but uh - weren't all of those map details present from before the halloween update? i'm looking at these screenshots and my older captures of the map to compare, but i can't find any differences. i'm pretty sure the map's the same, aside from julie and frank's character cards changing to make it more explicit that they were intended as a couple in-universe (haha, knowing what we know, that's not worrying at all. /s)

anyways, to get to the Meat of this ask: i don't sally was speaking to us in the storybook record, just the neighbors As A Group, but i definitely think this update makes it a Lot more likely that home (the town) kind of exists, like, Outside of linear time? that it isn't so much that there's a divide between the stuff that was produced Then and what we see in the present day so much as it is that the stuff that the WHRP is uncovering is like, a window into what's going on in home Right Now, whether they realize it or not (and something may be actively blocking them from realizing??? not sure if it's that or if it's simply willful ignorance; i suppose we'll see.)

i'm reminded of a couple posts i made a little while ago, about the possibility that welcome home as a proper show never Actually existed, and the stuff that the WHRP's digging up is welcome home's attempts to will itself into reality anyway, for lack of a better description. but it also suffers from being tethered to a single person/group of people's Vision of it instead of being allowed to be an ever-evolving thing, or only being allowed to evolve in a Specific way. i dunno. i just kept thinking about that the entire time i was reading through this update.

anyways i'm also thinking about the way wally's eye-eating ability was represented in that post-storybook tape. i kind of like that it seems to be almost Overwhelming for him, like he hasn't gotten much of an opportunity to try it out before (if he's gotten any opportunity) and is like "oh. Oh. Oh. I Get It Now. holy shit." i don't have much to add onto that and that's just how i see it as of the time of this writing, but i would feel foolish if i didn't make note of it for later.

[anitabighug]

❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [  ♡   ♡    ♡ ] [A/N: Welcome back to your regularly scheduled fluff :3] Chapter Eight; Chicken Soup for the Soul

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Wally wakes at the crack of dawn. His eyes shoot open, and stare directly at the ceiling. “Good Morning, Home!” He proclaims loudly. He waits for a beat, and the shutter outside his bedroom window claps once, then twice, against the outside. “Yes, I did sleep well! Thank you for asking.” He sits up abruptly, and stretches, his back cracking once, then twice. He swings his feet out of bed, and stands, then swiftly turns back around to make his bed. Home gives a questioning squeak. “I feel fit as a fiddle! That tea must really work wonders!” He gave a quick nod. The scented parcel rolled out from his blankets as he shook them straight, and his head whipped to stare at it. Silence. He leaned down slowly, plucking it as delicately as he could, and rolled it around in his hands. He lifted it slowly up to his face, and took in a deep breath… and then released it as a sigh. Squeak squeak creak~♡ “Of course I do, she is my friend.” Wally explains, hiding the parcel quickly in his pocket. He takes in a deep, calming breath. Why was he even so worked up about this? Regardless, Home was quickly getting on his last nerve. He tucked the blanket around the edges of his mattress, and placed the pillow at the head of the bed… He then reached back over, and straightened it out. Perfect. Home continued to chatter at him as he headed down the stairs. He tried to drown it out by humming, wandering into his kitchen, and eyeballing an apple until it vanished. He hummed louder, pacing around his living room. HE HUMMED EVEN LOUDER. Home finally gave up it’s assault, and left Wally in the silence. It was obvious the structure was grumpy with him for ignoring it. He pinched the bridge of his not-nose, then took another slow, calming breath. “I’m sorry.” Silence. “I know, I’m the only one who understands you. That wasn’t fair. Can you ever forgive me?” He peers up at the ceiling. After a beat, he hears the pipes above him rattle. Phew. If nothing else, he couldn’t lure poor you into this absolute mess. He knew that once Home got something in its roof, no matter how ridiculous, it would be an agonisingly long time until it gave it up. It felt awfully rude to cancel on plans like this, especially since he’d asked you so nicely… ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “Daisy…” Wally breathed out, long after the receiver had been placed back on it’s home. It felt refreshing not to be fighting that particular battle anymore, and he was glad that the confidence you’d shown him last night hadn’t resulted in less of your adorable outbursts. Now, to figure out what to do with his sudden free time. Well, he could try to salvage that painting from yesterday. Perhaps an abstract was in order. He hauled his supplies back out to the path, setting up right outside Barnaby’s house, and starting to block in whatever strange shapes and swirls came to his mind. It was intensely therapeutic, emptying the worries he held onto the canvas, things he dared not say aloud. Deep blue bubbles emerging from the bottom of the canvas, swallowing thoughts whole. A red box, painted harshly over the chaos, standing study in the middle of the canvas. Swirling purple hearts storming the tops and sides, threatening to swallow the stability whole. Somehow, some way, despite the box’s rigid walls not giving way, one lonesome heart makes its way inside. Wally stops dead in his tracks. His brush trembled above the painting. Did he dare continue? Was he ready for what he found out? He groaned under his breath, leaning forwards, his forehead mushing into the wet paint. He wanted desperately to be honest with himself, if no one else. It was hard enough keeping his current mess of secrets, he did not need to be wrestling with this as well. He lifted his head, gazing drearily past the canvas to peer at the neighbourhood around him, hoping that it might clear his head. Julie was pacing around behind Sally, seemingly dictating to the ball of sunshine, who was feverishly writing every word like it was gospel. Eddie was standing in front of Frank’s house with a box in his hands, shuffling his feet. What was he so nervous about, Wally wondered, before moving on to his next neighbour. Barnaby had finally finished the ‘punishment’ you had laid out for him, the pool drained and hanging over a fencepost to dry, and your lawn furniture wiped down. The effort had tuckered him out, and he’s long since been asleep under one of the nearby trees. Ah, and there was Poppy, anxious as ever. Usual for the bird, she was probably trying to find someone to help her work her oven. Wally straightens up, squinting, rubbing the paint off of his forehead with his sleeve. What was she carrying? It was awfully big to be baked goods. Why, with all that periwinkle fluff, it almost looked like… ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Your living room is coming in to view. You blink the tired from your eyes. You’re in the middle of your conversation pit, blankets piled as far as the eye can see. You can see Poppy out of the corner of your eye. She's fast asleep, resting her head on your coffee table, with her feet tucked under the fluff of feathers. Its night time, and only a fluffy cloud shaped night light is keeping you from complete darkness. You shift a little, one of your blankets is holding you down tightly. In a panic, you wiggle to try to get yourself free. “Shhh. Go back to sleep.” A voice whispers. You stop. Slowly, you lay yourself back down. The arm returns to where it had been holding you around your shoulders, and you can feel a head rest atop yours. You open your mouth and try to say his name, but its so dry, and all that comes out is a tired croak. He traces his thumb across your shoulder. Your eyelids feel so… heavy… You wake with a start, sitting straight up. It was just as it was last night; You’re settled in your own home, with your own blankets. In the kitchen, you can hear cereal being poured. You crane your neck to see Poppy with two bowls sitting on your island counter. “Poppy?” You ask. It feels a little better this morning, but definitely still sore. She squawks, spilling cocoa puffs all over your counter. She turns to look at you, relief washing over her face, and makes record pace to dive at you, scooping you into a big hug. You laugh weakly, and rub your cheek into her soft feathers. “Where’s Wally?” You wonder, peering up at her. She cocks her head. You furrow your brow, and tap your lips… Weird, you could’ve sworn… “I mean, is it just you here?” The bird smiles warmly, “They said they’d all be coming back, didn’t want to stress you out after such a big number,” She brushed her wing across your forehead. She was so good. “You caused quite the fright! I know everyone gets nervous their first time, but… I’ve never seen anyone change the tune! Oh! Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t tell anyone,” She promised, and you return to relaxing in her arms. She presses her beak against the top of your head in a quick, comforting kiss, before releasing you and standing back up to get the two of you breakfast. You smile as you watch her walk away, but… Your mind can’t help but drift. You look at the blanket nest you’ve been built. Just for you. She was right when she said you’d have company. The whole neighbourhood was going to take a shift, it seemed. Poppy left when Howdy arrived with lunch; an armful of jars of fresh soup, and a bag with a selection of sandwiches. He told you it was on the house, but you forced a few facts about chicken soup in as a tip. He ruffles your hair as he leaves, and is replaced with Sally. She hands you a script, stating that she’s decided to make you the star in her next play! You read it over, laughing with her as she sits behind you, braiding tiny lines in your hair. Julie and Frank arrive next with, to your absolute delight, a slice of cherry pie. She puts it in the fridge, and then lays across your lap as Frank gives the both of you a lecture on the migratory paths of monarch butterflies. You and Barnaby lazily play catch with a hackeysack across your living room, him telling you a series of jokes that Miss Beagle taught him. It hurts to laugh, but it still makes you feel better. “Oh! Howdy!” “No, Thats Eddie,” Barnaby snickers. “No, I meant– Ugh!” You laugh, and turn back to your next visitor, “Hi Eddie!” Eddie pulls you into a bear hug that only kind of crushes your windpipes. With a pat on the shoulder, Barnaby takes his leave. “I can’t believe I missed your first number! And only by a few minutes!!!” He releases you, holding you at arms length by your cheeks. You can’t help but giggle; he looks devastated by this revelation. “What happened??” “I… Uh, didn’t want to admit it, but… I lost my favourite book of notes?” You avoid his eyes. It kills you to lie outright to Eddie of all people, but thankfully he seems satisfied with your answer, and he releases you, heading into your kitchen to warm up more of the soup for your dinner. You try to protest, you’d been in your bed all day after all, you were more than capable– He holds up a hand to stop you, and then pushes it towards you, sitting you back down with a gentle force. You pout, wringing your softest blanket between your hands as you watch him cook. He ignores this, and starts to tell you the story of his own first number. He’d been so overwhelmed with the flurry of christmas packages, and he was so scared to ask for help! He didn’t even know what was happening at first, and by the end of it, he’d just ended up with an even bigger mess than before! The two of you break into soft laughter, and he sets a tray with your dinner in front of you, before giving you a pat on the head. He starts back towards the door, “I have a little more work to do, but I’ll be by to check on you later, okay? Leave the door unlocked!” He watches your expression, and after you give him a nod, he grins. Eddie tips his hat at you, and heads back out your front door. Huh. You guessed that was the last of them. After you finish your dinner, you try to take your first steps of the day. You’re a little wobbly, but you manage to make it into your kitchen, and with one hand keeping you steady by holding the counter, you put away the leftovers of the day. You’re just starting to scrub your dishes when you hear it behind you, “Uh-uh. You’re not supposed to be up.” You squeal, and jolt forwards, splashing dishwater in your face. You feel around with closed eyes, and a towel finds its way into your hands. Before you can even finish drying off your face, your legs are swept off the ground. By the time you take the towel off, you’re already back where you started; sitting in the pit, while Wally Darling starts to fluff out blankets to wrap you in. You definitely didn’t hear him enter, but you’re mostly just mad that you can’t finish your dishes. You open your mouth to protest, but his finger presses against it, and he shakes his head, smiling at you with his same, sweet smile. Ugh, fine. You’ll just finish your housework when he leaves. As if reading your mind, he stands, flashing you a smirk as he heads into your kitchen to finish the job. “N-no! Wait, Wally, you don’t have to do that– I’m all better!! Wally! Wally, I am an adult, gosh darn it!” The puppet completely ignores you, and you watch helplessly as he finishes your chores. You feel so useless… At least you have the script to take your mind off of it. You leaf through it, trying to ignore the sounds of shuffling by memorising every line you can. You get pretty engrossed, only looking up when you finally hear all the ruckus stop. At some point Wally had taken his sweater off, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, drying his forearms off with one of your kitchen towels. You manage out a guilty ‘thank you,’ and all he does is give you a nod. “... Wally?” You sit up properly. He finally looks at you, and tilts his head. “... Were you here last night?” “Ha Ha Ha… Were you dreaming about me?” He teased, and your cheeks practically glow. “No– I thought– UGH!” You groan, and bury your blushing face back into your reading. You didn’t even care that much ANYWAYS. You can feel him sit behind you, and slowly, his head rests on your shoulder, and his arms wrap around your waist. No, you can’t be won over that easily. You aggressively flip to the next page, trying to ignore him. He nuzzles his forehead into your neck. You’ve read the same line three times. You whimper, and hide your face between the pages, and you hear him laugh into your ear. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the warm hold he has on you… “Please don’t do that again,” He begs under his breath. Your heart aches. He squeezes you tighter, burying his face deep where you can’t see him. “... I won’t.” You promise. You close the book, and Wally lays back with you, holding you tightly against him. You close your eyes, and press your cheek against his chest. You know its not even that late, but… You find yourself drifting regardless, letting the scent of apples lull you into an easy sleep. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● @elegantkidfansoul @itsyoboysparkel 

[sonnetsficofcringe]

Awoken

Chapter 2 desperate worry

Wally’s pov

Summary: Wally wakes up in the studio, time has seemed to pass without him. And his friends.

T/W’s :panic attacks and little bit of angst wally cries

Im on mobile so the wording will look weird. Sorry for your eyes! Also i do not proof read, i publish late at night, anywho lets start.

BOOM CRACK

Wally hits the bottom of the desk he was under, the loud sound of thunder jolts him out of his coma like state. Trying to climb out from under the desk His eyes adjust to the dark and a gasp leaves him.

“Oh no…”

What he saw wracked his innocent mind, His friends scattered around the broken down recording studio.’did the do it?’ wally thought to himself.‘Did they really cancel us?’

He scans the room making sure his friends are not missing any limbs. No one was, thank the heaven, just looking worn and dusty. He let out a calmed sigh. “Oh thank the stars…now let me jus-“ he was cut off with a thud. Now facing the floor wally looked back and failed to notice something about himself. He fell speechless.

His shin is missing, everything below the knee.

Trying to scream his voice is caught in his throat, where was his leg? Why was it gone? Why!? Oh… his leg was caught inside the floorboards and he ripped his shin out by the seams when attempting to walk. He gets back up with the help of a broken board and took hobbled hops towards each of his friends. Shaking each one and giving gentle but firm nudges, he realized with no one to care for and maintain them, they went back to “sleep”

“yes sleep! Thats what they’re doing! Maybe home can-“

Wally was cut off again but this time instead of shock, it was from fear. He didn’t see home when he checked everyone else. The 9th neighbour was reverted to nothing but a door, window, roof and the left overs of home’s base. Home’s remaining eye no longer conveyed any sort of life, broken windows taking their place.

The producers took home apart thinking it was the reason for the puppets being more lively, but Wally knew better. Wally always was told from his creator that it was love. The love from the studio workers, the love from the children and the love of their creator that made them live. Home only kept them safe, but not alive.

The creator knew this.

Wally knew this.

But they never asked.

Wally huffs an angry whimper and begins to hobble toward the only exit of the recording studio. Using his one tippy toe he barly reaches the door knob and begins to turn it, locked?

(Cue to other side of door being blocked by a broom)

He stares at the door in shock, then begins to desperately try and turn the door knob, panic setting in with the realization that no one knows they’re here. No on is going to come looking. Wally eyes start to blur and though he has no lungs he can feel his breathing take a faster pace almost choking him. Eyes start to well as he scratches the door while sobbing “NO! nonononono- oh no. Please no. Not again I don’t wanna be alone, not again……”

He crumbles to the ground and curls himself into a ball, silently sobbing till he falls into a dreamless sleep.

Like he did for so many years before.

Oof that ending, I promise you find him in the next chapter tho. I will try not to make him cry anymore maybe.

what Wally saw when he woke up. If you look by Barnaby you can notice what’s left of home

[thebestestofbees]

Merry Xmas/ Happy Hanukkah/ whatever you do on the Holidays (I think I saw sumthing called Yule too) JUST HAPPY HOLIDAYS YOU GUYS!!!

You marked the week on your calendar. Christmas is coming up. Oh goodie.

You liked all the holiday's equally (aside from Halloween, if you're a fan of Halloween like me), so you decorated for each one.

You placed a Christmas decorated reef on your door. Adding some lights to your exterior house, just mostly to the roof and around the pillars, with Home's permission (Because you didn't really want to piss of your sentient house).

You changed your candles to something more festive. Mostly tame scents like gingerbread and candy cane. You though about sitting by your fire place with a cup of hot chocolate, but you decided against it, saving your hot chocolate for the Christmas marathon on Christmas Eve.

After a little incident after this Thanksgiving you never hosted anything at your house, or went to your parents house because they were usually full with your nieces and nephews.

"What are you doing, Neighbor?" A voice knocked you out of your thoughts and you looked behind you.

It was Frank, peering through their reading glasses on the couch with a book in their hands.

You surprisingly didn't notice the puppet on the couch before as you replaced the candle.

"Handling the mistletoe." You say simply as you fasten the particular piece of nature to your ceiling.

Frank closed the book they were reading, placing a bookmark in the page they left off.

"Do you mind delving into this topic?"

It was Franks way of saying that you had gained their attention.

"It's a human custom."

Frank gave you a blank stare as if to say 'no duh.'

"If you stand under it with someone else, you have to kiss that person, basically."

You explain crisply as you step down from the step stool, patting the mistletoe that was hanging innocently in the kitchen doorway.

Frank raised half of their unibrow and they got up, walking over to the mistletoe, making you take a few steps back, so you wouldnt get caught under the Mistletoe with them.

"Who'd be dumb enough to fall for this?" Frank remarked as Eddie walked up to Frank, tipping his hat as he stopped right under the mistletoe with Frank.

"Mornin' Mr. Frankly." Eddie chirped and Frank flushed, you just quirked an eyebrow.

"You apparently." You say as Eddie seemed a bit confused.

"I'm sorry? Mornin' neighbor." Eddie greeted you with a slightly confused smile.

"good morning to you too Eddie." You greeted Eddie politely.

"this has to have been set up! I've been set up!" Frank yelled, their cheeks even more flushed before realization hit their face. "it's supposed to be."

You snapped your fingers at Frank. "there you go, now kiss." Eddie was even more confused, his cheeks seeming to get red.

"P-pardon, I still seem a bit confused..?" you had already moved on to the next corridor.

"Frank'll tell you!" you yelled back to Eddie, moving your step stool and stepping up to reach the top of the doorway.

Frank, now completely flushed and embarrassed, kissed Eddie on the cheek and turned away from the increasing in color mailman.

"Good morning to you too, Mr. Dear." Frank grumbled, now regretting their decision to get up from the couch.

Frank turned and went back to the couch, a flustered Eddie following quick on their heels. "now, hold on a minute Mr. Frankly, I still havent gotten an explanation!"

Those two. you let out a chuckle and hung up the mistletoe carefully, so it wouldn't fall throughout the day.

"Hiya Neighbor!!"

"Hi neighbor." The monotoned voice, paired with an ecentric one greeted you as you stepped down from the step stool. You picked up the step stool and moved it out of the way of Wally and Julie's way.

"Whatcha doing?" Julie asked as you stepped back, out of the way of the hallway, Julie and Wally moving into the kitchen. "Hanging the mistletoe." You say. "It's a human tradition."

Julie ooo'd as she looked up at the mistletoe in the doorway of the kitchen and hallway. "What's it do?" Julie asked.

"The two people who stand under it has to kiss." You explain simply. Before giving a few more looks around. "Where's the rest?" You ask, Julie looks around.

"Barnaby might still be sleeping, Howdy And Poppy are talking and Sally-"

"You called?"

Julie was cut off by Sally Starlet herself, who left the room and appeared behind Julie.

"Oh, hi Sally!" Julie greeted happily.

"hi Sally." Wally monotonly greeted as he waved.

"Yes, yes, hello, Julie, Wally, Neighbor." Sally greeted with her usual sense of confidence. "I just wanted to know, Neighbor-" Sally cut herself off, her eyes trailing up to the mistletoe. "-What's that?" Sally pointed up at the leafy green fake plant that dangled above her head.

"It's called a mistletoe, it's a human tradition where if two people are under the mistletoe at the same time, they have to kiss."

As much as you hated to reiterate explanations, you knew you had to be patient with these puppets, and that Sally would most likely get the point across to the others, if not exaggerate it a bit.

First part of the special DONE

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The Way Home - Chapter 16, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Buchanan escorts a number of women to the King’s palace after they request sanctuary with the Queen’s Guard. On the way there they come across two orphaned girls. While on guard duty at night while the others rest Buchanan makes a discovery that has major implications for the kingdom.

Length: 4.3 K

Characters: Lord Buchanan, Jarvis, two orphan girls, King Stephen and Queen Peg, Ileana, a number of women and King’s Guard.

Warnings: Minors DNI - this chapter contains sexual content which is unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. Discussion of forced marriage, forced indentured servitude, suspicion of murder, child abuse, child abandonment. Woman on horse is not a major character; she just requires a horse for transport.

Author notes: Image of Bucky Barnes (Lord Buchanan) in banner is from an edit by Instagram artist Nixakimbo. With apologies to the artist her mark was cropped out for the image to fit the banner.

<<Chapter 15

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As promised Lord Buchanan, Jarvis and the six King's men met with the young women that wished to join the Queen's Guard the following morn. What surprised all of the men was that there were now ten young women, nine of them already on horseback who waited for them, not the four who had advised him on the previous day.

"How did your numbers swell?" Buchanan asked the group.

"By your leave, M'Lord," said one of the women, "my sister was one who was sold into service at the brothel. She got word to me that by law we have the right to determine our own futures. I was supposed to marry a man of over sixty years age to pay a debt that my father owed him. I would rather be a warrior than be forced to lay with a man who would entertain such a transaction."

"Do the others of you have similar stories?" he asked.

All of them nodded their heads emphatically and he sat back in his saddle looking at Jarvis. "Do the laws allow this?"

"While those laws banning those acts haven't been passed yet it is definitely the King's intention," said Jarvis. "I believe the King would uphold their right to follow us back to the palace and present themselves to the Queen's Guard."

"Very well," said Buchanan. "You may follow us as we return to the palace."

"M'Lord, I have no mount," said one of the women. "May I ride the spare horse you bring with you?"

Buchanan looked at the white mare he had purchased for Ileana. Although she had already been ridden into battle by Wallis it had been his intention to gift her to his wife unridden by anyone else. He looked at the young woman, not much older than the girl who had been attacked in his lands only weeks ago. Knowing that refusing her request would put her in similar danger he made the decision to allow it.

"This mare is a gift for my wife," he said. "I would ask that you ride her with care."

"You honour me sir," said the woman, with tears in her eyes. "I despaired of my safety if forced to travel to the palace by foot."

He nodded and handed the reins to the young woman. Once she was mounted they began their ride. Even though Jarvis had indicated the women should follow behind the company Buchanan gestured to one of the King's men and in a low voice asked if they would object to protecting the women by riding behind them.

"We had already decided we would do so, my Lord," said the man. "These are dangerous times for women and if any slowed down or stopped to attend to nature we, to a man, would feel obligated to assure their safety. We will also need to stop for the night and would feel better if we could find a hut for the women to sleep in while we bivouac outside."

"I agree," said Buchanan. "Let us protect these women who have placed their trust in us. I have a place in mind to shelter in and we would all be under a roof, if it is still standing."

The King's man tipped his hand to his head in understanding and returned to his compatriots. They parted, allowed the women to pass them and then reformed at the rear. As anticipated several of the women, at various times, had to take a break of nature and rather than stop the whole company were guarded by a King's man, then escorted back to the group. After several hours of riding they broke for a rest at a small creek. The women had brought food with them and offered to share it with the men. Buchanan declined saying they had brought their own rations. While they ate Magnus flicked his ears forward, alerting Buchanan to a presence. He withdrew his sword and strode in the direction of his horse's gaze.

"Show yourself," he commanded to the forest near them. "We are armed and will defend ourselves if your intentions are suspect."

Two girls, covered in twigs and dirt from the forest, stepped out from their cover and held hands, fighting the terror that threatened to overwhelm them. Buchanan sheathed his sword and kneeled down.

"You mustn't be afraid of me," he said gently. "I mean you no harm. What has happened that you are alone in this wilderness?"

"M'Lord," stammered the taller one, "is it true that we can ask for shelter at the King's palace and become warriors?"

"Yes," he replied. "You are awfully young to be warriors though. Where are your parents? Where is your home?"

They looked at each other and whispered for a moment. The taller one convinced the smaller that they had to trust this man.

"Our parents died and we were turned out of the hut to fend for ourselves," replied the girl. "We've been in the forest for several days, eating berries, drinking from the stream and climbing trees at night to sleep. You are the first people we have seen since we entered the forest."

Buchanan sighed, dampening his feelings of anger at this injustice forced upon these two small children. There was so much cruelty in his world and this was the cruelest he had seen in many years. To deliberately turn out orphan girls to fend for themselves. He was joined by two of the women from their party.

"M'Lord they can ride with us," said one of the women. "We can't leave them here."

"You are right," he said. "Will you take charge of them, clean them up and feed them until we arrive at the palace? They are too young to become Queen's Guard but we may be able to find a family to foster them. What are your names and who is your Lord?

"I am Sarah and this is my sister Win," said the taller girl. "I don't know who our Lord is but it wasn't him who turned us out. It was the man who owned the hut we lived in. His name is Schmidt."

"Go with these women," he said kindly to the girls. "We will make sure you get taken care of."

The two women put their hands out to the girls and led them to the stream, cleaning them as best they could as they shared their food with them. Within the hour they had rested enough and with each girl sharing a horse with a woman they were on their way.

Other than brief nature breaks they made good time and arrived at the shelter that Buchanan hoped was still standing. It was a long, low hut with a hearth at one end. The women looked for wood and kindling to build a fire while the King's men went in search of game. Buchanan, who had been there before, asked the two girls if they would help search for berries. He took them a short way to where there were several blueberry bushes. He directed them to fill his saddlebag with the tasty fruit while he climbed a nearby apple tree to pick that fruit. By the time they got back the fire was crackling in the hearth and the soldiers had already started preparing their catch for roasting. He distributed the apples, to both person and beast, and the girls shared out the blueberries. Soon the meat was ready to eat and they all gathered on the long bench outside the hut to sit and eat their plain but hearty fare. Jarvis, who had helped find the wood and kindling with the women watched the activity and turned to Lord Buchanan.

"How did you know of this hut my Lord?" he asked. "These aren't your lands yet you seemed pretty sure of its presence."

Buchanan smiled. "From when I was a farmer and travelling to sell my crops," he replied. "I had a cart filled to the brim with vegetables and would travel a route through many lands selling them. This hut was abandoned long ago and was always a welcome respite on my travels."

"There is something to the King's method then," said Jarvis, more to himself than to Buchanan. "You have worked for your living. It is why you have such empathy for your subjects. At the palace we often have petitioners filing grievances against their lords yet there has never been one from any of your subjects since you were made lord of the Rocky Woodlands. It is a testament to your honour."

"It is how I was raised," replied Buchanan, "to put myself in the other's shoes. Even the King was raised the same being my foster brother. My father never raised his hand to me but I knew by the tone of his voice and the look in his eye if I had disappointed him by my behaviour."

"Then I honour your father for raising a good man," said Jarvis bluntly before rising to attend to nature. "We will need more good men like yourself to face the coming years."

Buchanan directed the women to a place they could attend to nature in privacy. The sun was already low on the horizon and a chill filled the air. He directed the King's men to set a rotating guard on the horses due to the wild beasts still prevalent in the area, with himself as the final guard before sunrise. They stoked the fire in the hearth and the women were given the space closest to it to keep warm during the night. Sleep came easily to all of them and the night felt as if it had rushed by when he was awakened for his turn as guard.

He walked amongst the horses, calming them with his touch and voice, then stood out in the open and raised his eyes to the sky. As he observed the heavens he noticed one of the stars seemed to be moving and he watched it move in a great arc overhead for some time until it disappeared from view in the coming dawn. It puzzled him and he looked some more. Just as he was to turn away he spied another, almost on the same course and the same speed as the first one. It covered the arc of the sky until it too disappeared from view as if it raced to the morning sun. Repositioning himself to have a better view of the western horizon he saw another moving star appear from the shadow of the world, known to be present before the rising of the sun. The light travelled a slightly different path but it's speed was the same as the other two and he had a sudden revelation that these were not travelling stars but objects circling the world visible after they emerged from the shadow cast by the world as the sun prepared to rise in the east. The realization sparked another insight that stunned him. Did his ancestors have the knowledge that allowed them to send objects into orbit around the world? Why and how was that knowledge lost? Had this world been a modern one in the past?

He could hear the sounds of birds as they awakened in the dawn and he attended to his guard duties knowing that many wild beasts hunted in the pre-dawn hours. Fortunately they did not approach the horses although he could occasionally hear the cries of prey caught by a predator. When the sun finally rose he wakened everyone and they ate the remaining fruit to break their fast. Setting off in the morning sun, with one stop to eat and refresh themselves, they arrived at the King's palace shortly before the midday meal. As he dismounted Magnus he advised the Queen's Guard commander that he had escorted ten women who wished to join their ranks. The woman who had ridden his wife's horse put the reins in his hand, declared the mare was the best horse she had ever ridden. She pressed his hand and gave him thanks for seeing to their safety. He nodded then looked for the two girls and beckoned them to come with him. Handing off his wife's horse to a groom he slowed his pace so the girls could keep up with him. He took them directly to the throne room where the King and Queen were holding audience. The girls clung to each other but he bent down and assured them they were in no danger. As he was announced he took each one in hand and presented them to the King.

"Your Majesty," he announced loudly. "I present these two sisters, Sarah and Win, who we found lost in the middle of Old Pine Forest. They were turned out of their home after the death of their parents to fend for themselves. They don't know the name of their Lord but said the man who owned their hut, Schmidt, is the one who turned them out."

King Stephen's face was troubled as he approached the two girls and kneeled before them.

"How long were you in the forest before Lord Buchanan found you?" he asked gently.

"Three days, M'Lord," said Sarah. "We saw no one until he found us."

"Your parents, how did they die?" he asked, looking at them sadly.

"They were alive when we fell asleep," said Sarah. "In the morning they were outside and their bodies were twisted in strange ways. We called to them and touched them but they didn't answer. Then Schmidt came and told us to leave. We started to cry and he yelled at us to get off his property."

"Do you have other family?" he asked. "Grandparents, aunts?"

Both girls shook their heads. He gathered them up in his arms and looked back at his wife, Queen Peg, with a questioning look. She rose from her throne and joined him, whispering in his ear. He nodded in agreement.

"By all those present here I declare that my wife, Queen Peg, and myself will foster these two girls as our own," he said, turning so that all would hear his voice. "They are under my protection and will be treated with respect. Falconer!"

The falconer appeared in front of him and was directed to send messages to both Lord Hunt and Lord Brent inquiring if a man named Schmidt was a property owner in their lands. If so, he was to be arrested immediately pending an investigation by the King. The falconer rushed out to send the messages. Queen Peg summoned a servant then addressed the girls.

"This is Nan," she said gently to the girls. "She will take you to get bathed and clothed. You will stay here with my husband and I. No one will ever yell at you to leave again, I swear to you both."

"What do we call you?" asked Win in a small voice.

"Mother and Father," said Peg, trying to keep her voice steady. "Forever."

The King put them down and together he and the Queen hugged the girls before Nan took them by the hand. Buchanan smiled at the King, knowing this was what he expected his sovereign to do. Before the King returned to his throne Buchanan stopped him.

"King Thorn, is he here still?" asked Buchanan. "The breakwater is still there?"

"He has gone to meet his men and report to me," said the King. "He has also summoned Dr. Jane Foster."

"I have a question for the Queen," said Buchanan. "Might I take her aside for a moment?"

The King looked puzzled but he trusted Buchanan and gave his leave. Motioning to the Queen to move to a private spot he looked at her intently.

"In your modern world were there objects which travelled across the sky in a straight path moving from west to east?" he asked.

She looked at him. "Yes, they were called satellites," she replied. "Many were used for communications or observing the surface of the Earth from space. Why do you ask?"

"I took last watch of the horses during the night," he replied. "I saw three stars travelling across the sky at different times and slightly different paths but all moved quickly from the west, where they emerged out of the shadow cast by our world before sunrise. All of them moved to the coming sunrise where I lost view of them. Were they satellites? Does this mean, that at one time our world had the knowledge to send satellites to orbit it? Were we once a modern world?"

"You have raised significant questions," she said carefully. "I would like to view this myself. You say this was before sunrise. There were many satellites in my world, circling the world all through the night but many were only visible in dark situations which you likely had. There was one satellite in particular that was always visible as it went overhead. It was a laboratory, with people who lived and worked on it, performing experiments. I would like to sit up on top of the palace and watch the skies for it. I wonder if we can fashion a telescope to look closely at it if it appears. I would know by it's shape if it is the one I am thinking of. If it is still there, then yes, this world was likely modern once."

"Would you allow me to sit with you, your Majesty?" he asked. "My curiosity is piqued and I must admit that I would also like to see this laboratory as it flies through the heavens."

"Shouldn't you be attending to Ileana?" she asked. "I know she waits for you now as word was given to her that you arrived."

He smiled and nodded in agreement. "I will attend to her immediately," he said, "but this is something that is important to me. She will understand if I leave our bed this evening to learn if our world was once a modern one. In fact, she may want to join me."

"Go to her now then," said the Queen. "I will assemble what is needed to observe the skies tonight. Then I will send a servant for you both and we will undertake to ascertain if this world once had the knowledge to send satellites into the sky."

He removed himself from the throne room and sought out his wife. After the war with Loke was over many of the refugees who had crowded into the palace for refuge had since left and he wondered if his quarters had been returned to him. On the way there he spied Gerard and called out to him. A broad smile erupted across the face of the man.

"My Lord," he bowed slightly. "Lady Buchanan awaits you in your quarters which have been restored to you. Bolt the doors so that Alice and I know you are engaged."

Buchanan thanked Gerard and continued on to his quarters. He opened the heavy door to his great room and closed it, throwing the bolt for privacy. In front of the windows with the tapestry pulled back stood his wife, already undressed and wearing only her robe. Her hair was loose upon her shoulders and the sun made strands of her hair glisten in its light. Quickly he approached her and held her in his arms.

"James," she said softly, "I was told you had arrived. Were you able to free the young man's mother from slavery?"

"Yes," he said stroking her chestnut locks, "and others as well. Dreykov allowed such things to happen under his stewardship and more. Lady Yelena has much to repair but her heart is true and with the love and guidance of young Silas and his parents she will restore that estate to something worthy. Do you forgive me?"

"For what?" she laughed, a sound that filled Buchanan's heart with love.

"For not rushing back to be with you sooner," he said, kissing her finally as he swept her again into his arms and pressed his lips passionately on hers.

He carried her to the bed and laid her upon it before removing his scabbard, then his jacket and vest. He sat on the edge of the bed and she moved to his boots, pulling them off gently as she knelt on the floor before him. Lifting his shirt off she ran her hands over his chest, before placing one behind his head and pulling his face down to hers. He lifted her again, into his lap this time and placed his hand inside her robe onto her chest.

"Your heart beats strongly," he said. "I feel it under my hand."

"I have something to tell you," she said. "I have morning sickness and the Sorceress placed her hand on me. There is a child there, our child."

"My Ileana, my love," he whispered, before kissing her again, fiercely as if it were the final time they would have together.

Rolling over with her still in his arms he looked down upon her and undid the ties of her robe before opening it. Her creamy skin beckoned to him and he remembered that first time he saw her unclothed by accident in the mountain hut. Never did he think at that time that this woman would become his wife, much less share his bed. She smiled and reached out for the fasteners of his breeches. Undoing them she tugged at the leather and he rose to remove them entirely. She raised herself on her elbows so he could slide the robe off her shoulders as he kissed and mouthed her soft skin. Her hands brushed against his chest while he lowered himself to lay on top of her. His cock throbbed between her thighs wanting to enter her in search of pleasure for them both. Buchanan hesitated for a moment.

"My Lord?" she whispered. "I want you in me."

"I want you, also," he whispered back, as he kissed her neck. "My size, it won't hurt you, now that you have a life within you? I know Elena told me it never mattered but it still is of concern to me."

Ileana smiled and placed her hands on his face before lowering one of them to gently grasp his hard cock.

"When I am bigger and closer to the birth then we may have to try other ways to please each other," she replied. "But for now, nothing will harm me or the baby. Please me, James. I want you."

With a smile he placed his hand on her hand that held his cock and together they guided him into her. Her gasps and moans were all he needed to hear that her entry desired him and Buchanan was soon in the throes of passion. Each thrust of his hips brought the sounds of pleasure to each other's lips. Ileana arched her back while her hips rose to meet his thrust before she cried out his name in her bliss. He cried out hers in return and flooded her with his seed once more. Holding him tightly, with her legs wrapped around his waist, they pressed themselves together as one for several minutes until she released him from her grip. Only then did Buchanan lift himself off of his wife and lay at her side.

"I missed your touch," he whispered, grasping her hand in his. "Only a week felt like a month at least."

"I missed you, too," she replied. "Even though we kept busy, I missed your presence. Is it true the King has given everyone a month at their homes to recoup?

"It is and we will retire to my lands soon but there is one more thing I must do before we leave," he said, turning on his side towards her. "I want you to come out with me tonight and see for yourself."

"See what?" she asked turning to him.

"I saw satellites in the sky," he said. "At first I thought they were travelling stars but their path was smooth, their speed constant and they came out of the shadow of the Earth before sunrise, making their way towards the dawn. It struck me they were not as far away as the stars but were much closer. I asked the Queen about it and she agreed they must be satellites, after she explained what they might be. Tonight we will observe the night sky from the roof of the palace and hope to see one that she said is most visible."

Ileana sat up and looked at him, shocked. "You mean, this world was once modern?" she asked. "If there are satellites still in orbit then at one time you had the technology to send rockets out into space. If you had rockets, you had missiles. There may still be some in the ground that can be reprogrammed to go to the asteroid and destroy it before it destroys us. Oh James, this is big."

"Rockets and missiles, that's a good thing for the threat against us?" he asked, feeling Ileana's excitement.

"For what we need to destroy the asteroid, yes," she said. "We just have to find them."

Joyfully, Ileana climbed onto her husband's body and sat on top of him, covering him with kisses and caresses as she explained rockets, missiles and the space program. He listened with eager ears as she told him about the technology that could save their world if they could but find it and find the people who understood it. A glimmer of an idea formed in his mind but he said nothing, enjoying the spectacle of his wife in her unclothed glory too much to interrupt her. He was a man, after all.

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Smitten

a song-titled/inspired Welcome Home one shot (also on AO3)

featuring: Eddie Dear, Frank Frankly

wordcount: 647

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If there's one thing that speaks to the kindness of everyone in this Neighborhood, Eddie thinks, it's the fact that upon his unexpected arrival, the 'grumpiest' of them had offered for him to stay in his home until his post office was in a more suitable state for him to live in as planned.

Knocking on his door, Eddie slowly opens it to peek inside. "Are ya home, Frank?"

"Yes, come in." Frank is currently in his living room, folding clothes not at all made for him. "I went to Howdy's while you were meeting the others. He always has what we need, so this should be you sorted for now."

Eddie's brows raise as he steps inside, removing his hat to hold over his heart. Now, here's someone who cares, who thinks ahead… It's enough to make any new neighbor feel beyond welcome. "Thank you, darlin'."

Frank pretends he isn't blushing. Eddie isn't blind though. "Wally is Darling. The only Darling here." He corrects, clearing his throat as he gets to his feet. "I have a sleeping bag, so you'll be taking my bed when you're ready."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly—"

"I'll survive a few nights."

"I don't think survivin' is the height of livin'."

Frank's brow raises at that remark. There's something… fascinating about this mailman that he can't quite put his finger on.

"May I make a suggestion, Frank?"

"I'm listening." He doesn't find it hard to be patient with him, for one.

"Well," Eddie begins as he takes off and sets his now empty bag aside, glancing around. A confortable couch, a TV… "I reckon we have enough space here for a pillow an' blanket fort."

Having a look for himself, Frank finds he isn't wrong. "A good suggestion. I'll go get—"

"You stay right there! Looks like you've already worked with those clothes, huh? I'll take care o'the rest!" Eddie grins, sending a wink his way before heading upstairs.

By the time the sun falls and the moon rises to take her place, the fort has long since been built and Frank has just dozed off, the softest snores escaping him.

Eddie has never heard a more beautiful sound, a flustered smile spreading across his face as he memorises Frank's. He thinks back to that blush, red cheeks softening out in a strikingly curious way to the certain circles they usually sport. Colour suits him wonderfully.

When Frank wakes in the morning, Eddie's the one still sleeping, limbs thrown about as though he's doing an impression of a starfish. He finds it… endearing.

Leaving to the kitchen, Frank yawns as he makes a start on breakfast for the two of then. Best to make sure Eddie is well-fed while under his roof, he has an important job to do!

It's only a few minutes before the man himself stirrs at the smell of food, stretching out nice and big before getting up to investigate. "Oh, you didn't haveta…"

"I know." Frank answers simply, setting two plates and two mugs on his table. Strange, how things feel more complete in pairs. He's never noticed that before. "Sit and eat, you'll be busy."

"Mail isn't delivered on Sundays." Eddie informs very matter-of-factedly as though it's something he's just learned, sitting right down anyhow.

Frank briefly considers countering with how his post office still has to be built— But decides against it, sitting too. He's not rushing for this new friend to leave as he might the others. "You still have to eat, whether or not you'll be busy. I hope it's good, I don't know what you like…"

"You worry just as much as Poppy, I reckon." Eddie teases lightly as he begins to eat, melting when he sees Frank smile— Only to quickly turn away and hide it. One day, he's determined, he'll make him grin as bright and unforgiving as the sun.

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Highlights from Robin 1993 #31-100, to provide a sampling of how this series's plotlines are all over the place:

Tim is concerned about his friend Ives keeping secrets and having mysterious bruises. I was expecting a counterpart to that issue of Impulse where Bart finds out that one of his friends is being abused at home. But no, it turns out Ives just has a job as the equivalent of a costumed Chuck E. Cheese, and working around kids and ball pits is rough.

The drama surrounding Tim's girlfriend Ariana. She invites him over one night when no one else is home and emerges from her room in lingerie, wanting to take their relationship to the "next level." He...is alarmed by this and declines. He argues that it's not that he isn't interested in her, but that's a big, irreversible step, and he doesn't want to go there until it can be "forever." She's initially hurt and admits that this proposition is her way of trying to take back control after an attempted sexual assault. But she finally agrees that he's right about holding off, and they share an innocent hug. Her uncle chooses that moment to come home, sees the two of them and how's she dressed, assumes the worst, and wants to kill Tim, who runs off. No one will believe Tim or Ariana about what happened, she gets sent to an all-girl school for a while, and they finally end up breaking up (because Tim is finding that he bonds more with Stephanie).

Shortly after Tim and Stephanie start dating, she admits she's pregnant, and the father is an ex-boyfriend who deserted her. She is adamant about going through with the pregnancy, despite some pressure not to. Tim does his best to be supportive, even going to birthing classes with her in his Alvin Draper persona (she still doesn't know his real name). She toys with the idea of keeping the baby but realizes that her connections to her father would endanger the child. The baby is placed for adoption, and Steph never gets to see her (I think it's a girl?).

And once again the narrative suffers from Written By A Man Syndrome by never really addressing the aftermath of the pregnancy. She goes back to business as usual without any exploration of how all this is affecting her physically and emotionally.

For a short while, the Drakes move to Keystone City, and Tim gets to work with Wally West a few times. They mostly get along--Wally treats Tim a bit like a little brother--but Tim struggles to work with a mentor whom he can't keep up with physically. And Wally isn't crazy about having a sidekick who wakes him up in the middle of the night wanting to go on patrol right now.

There's recurring drama of Tim's activities as Robin leading to his getting in trouble with his dad for unexplained disappearances etc., and finally his dad gets angry enough to send him to boarding school. That doesn't put a stop to his being Robin (Alfred accompanies him to school as his manservant), but it does make things more difficult.

All the boys at this boarding school have weird goings-on. Tim's first roommate is royalty under some kind of curse. His next roommate "collect mouthwash" as a means of disguising a drinking problem. One kids has connections to some weird cult, another has extreme rage issues, another gets himself in trouble doing online gambling etc. etc. Coincidences? Or is this school some kind of magnet for the troubled? It's never made clear.

There's a running theme of Tim's juggling his multiple lives/identities and coping by extreme compartmentalizing and then coming unglued when his lives collide. Steph breaks up with him over his refusal to be more open about his identity with her. She tries to find out his name and finds Batman instead. He takes her on and reveals Tim's name to her. She starts working with Barbara and Cassandra.

The next time Steph sees Tim, she drops his real name. He is furious with Bruce for violating his privacy, and they have a major disagreement. It's pretty dramatic. Tim sits out on the roof of his dorm brooding about how "Batman hates me. And I'm failing physics."

Tim's dad makes some poor business choices that result in the Drakes losing a lot of money and *gasp* having to move to a smaller house with only one car and be upper middle class instead of upper class! The horrors!

Tim tries to be resigned to this in front of his father but has a meltdown about it ("It's the end of the world!") to Steph, who is surprisingly patient with him. He's never had to think about money; she points out that she "fight[s] crime on a budget." It's a big eye-opener for him. But he has to consider how expensive being Robin is, and he's worried about how the change in his circumstances will affect this.

It hurts to have to sell his beloved Redbird, but Alfred contrives a reason to purchase it (in disguise), and Tim uses the money to give to the Drakes' housekeeper, whom they can't afford to pay anymore, so she can move back to Ireland.

Jack Drake isn't taking the loss of his money well, but Tim takes a walk around his new neighborhood, thinks things over, and reaches some clarity...and then the issue ends on a cliffhanger that leads into a tie-in with the "World Without Young Justice" storyline.

[wolfverse-stories]

Falling in Reverse

(Reverse robins)

Chapter 8

     "And what are you doing here?" Damian demanded.

     "Chasing the Red Hood, same as you" Jason answered. Both of them were standing on the roof of an empty warehouse in their costumes.

     "This is no place for Kids Robin" Damian scolded the younger boy.

     "I'm not a kid!" Jason snapped standing on his toes to look taller.

     "I don't trust you to go home by yourself and I don't have time to take you home" Damian sighed 'ugh I swear he acts just like Tim' "Fine stay close to me"

    "Okay grumpy bird" Jason nodded. Damian mentally cursed Wally for the stupid nickname.

     "Let's go" he leaped through the window. A couple of thugs were lying on the ground dead. "He's definitely been here"

     "Way to go Nightwing" Red Hood stepped out of the shadows "Figure that one out all by yourself?"

     "You might as well surrender" he matched Damian blow for blow. It was like he knew exactly what Damian was going to do before he even did it 'Why isn't he using his gun'

     "Getting a little slow aren't you Wayne?" Damian's eyes widened behind his mask 'Who is this guy?' "You have no idea who you're messing with"

     "You think you're some kind of genius?" Damian growled.

     "Actually yes" he smirked. Even with the helmet on Damian could tell he was smirking. Suddenly lights started flashing outside "That's my cue" Red Hood knocked Damian down and climbed up to the roof. "A little higher than I thought" he looked down below.

     "Give up, you have nowhere to go" Damian smirked as he backed the Red Hood to the edge of the roof.

     "How about no" He leaped onto a poorly built platform 'This should be strong enough to hold my weight, hopefully, they'll be too worried about this falling to climb on it'

     "Robin!" Damian called after Jason as he jumped on the wobbly platform. A sudden shake caused Jason to slip barely holding on to the edge of the platform.

     "Come here you little brat" Red Hood reached for Jason pulling the kid up and tossing him onto the roof of the next build.

     "Hold on Robin I'm coming" Red Hood looked over to see Damian leaping onto the platform 'you got to be kidding me'

     "You idiot!" The platform became shaky. Red started to jump to the next building until Damian's cape caught his eye 'This dummy is going to fall down with the platform' Instead of leaping to the next building he turned to push Damian onto the second platform.

      "You-" Whatever Damian was about to say was drowned out by the crash.

     "Ugh," Red Hood tried to push himself up off the ground until he realized he was pinned under a heavy wooden beam 'Way to go red, always got to be the hero don't you' he mentally cursed himself as Damian ran over to him. Red Hood tried to hit him but Damian grabbed his hand.

      "I'm trying to help you!" Damian snapped pulling the beam off of him 'What am I doing he's a killer' As soon as he was free Red Hood darted off.

     "You let him get away" Jason complained. Damian stared at the door 'Who was that guy and why would he save me?'

Extended Ending

     "I should have shot him in the leg, to begin with," Red Hood groaned pulling off his helmet.

     "Hey, Timmy" Tim turned to see Roy standing in the doorway "I thought that was you" he smirked.

     "I'm not even sure who I am I'm anymore" Tim flopped down in his chair.

     "You've changed a lot" Roy smiled "I can't imagine the old Tim carrying around guns"

     "That Tim died long ago" Tim sighed fixing the crack in his helmet.

     "Got to say the new you is pretty cool" Roy smiled "I'm kinda into the anti-hero game myself, want to join forces?" Roy reached out his hand.

     "Sure why not" Tim smiled shaking his hand"A couple of outlaws working together"

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[arikihalloween]

Welcome Home × Wakfu AU ramble

The people have spoken, Wakfu AU comes first !

What's Wakfu AU ?

Set in the universe of the mmorpg games and serie Wakfu, Welcome Home is a little guild of adventurers of all kinds known for their adventures (and misadventures) !

Starting off by answering this question by @gaypyro

Home is not a Shushu possessing a house ( that felt overdone, since Luis exist lol )

Home is a Xelor, adoptive father of Sally and Wally, and owner of the guild. He took under his roof many promising adventurers, and seems quite entertained by their antics. Despite his looks, he's pretty friendly, and loves a good joke or bonding moment with the guild members. ( Just don't get him mad ! We don't know what would happen then 👀)

Sally is a dramatic young xelor adopted by Home. She received a full huppermage education as well, and will boast about it whenever she can, making it a whole show. Rather than time, she has particular interest in the stars and astral readings.

Wally is the second son of Home. He has no affiliation to any god, he just lives his life, going on adventures with his best friend Barnaby, an oujinak.

Julie is a iop that was raised in a Sadida family. Hyper energetic, curious and playful, she tends to run in fights head first ! When she's not adventuring with Frank and Eddie, you'll find her hanging out with Wally, Howdy or Sally.

Frank is a feca that specialised in shield magic, to cover Julie while they get into fights. However, he's not above throwing a good punch, and thus Eddie often has to drag the two back to the guild as they are injured or bruised all over. Frank is a curious fellow, who loves knowledge. Julie helps him identify the new plants they encounter.

Eddie is a sacrier, who tried his best to appear calm, although he's often pretty anxious. He generally travels with Julie and Frank, getting the two out of fights more often than not. He likes traveling and discovering new locations !

Howdy is an osamoda merchant, who joined the guild to try adventuring after his old shop was destroyed in a fight, although he can't really get rid of his old ways ... Poppy is his trusted dragodinde companion, who gained sentience after one of Sally's messed up spells ! Poor Poppy is quite the anxious animal, but she finds comfort in the guild's cheerful atmosphere.

And finally, we have Nyxie ( because I have to include her and Suave haha) as an eliatrope !

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And that's all the characters I've done so far !

I've also included Bailey as a baby dragodinde and and the Joyful family !

Don't hesitate if you have more questions, headcanons, ideas of situations and adventures for those sillies, etc !

I had fun designing everyone, although some characters gave me troubles

Turns out it's hard to apply different species, logic and cultures to muppets from the 70s /j

I tried to keep them easy to recognise while making them more adapted to the wakfu world

It's just a silly AU to do silly comics and jokes ! Completly angst free, just a calm lil heaven of sillyness

I hope you liked it !