Homestuck Fic: Failure to Launch
Soooo this is me writing fanfiction for a fanfiction that does not exist. Yup. Runawaystuck fic.
Title: Failure to Launch
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: T
Pairing: None
Summary: Dave turned out to be one of those birds that have wings just for show.
"You sure you wanna do this, little man?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"I mean, you just stopped moulting-"
"Shut up and help me up, Bro!"
Broderick Strider simply rolled his eyes, before crouching down and allowing his younger brother to climb up on his shoulders, perched carefully as he stood up once more. He let out a hiss when Dave's taloned feet sank into his shoulder blades to stay balanced.
"Watch the claws, man."
Dave didn't respond immediately, favoring to stretch more to grab onto the edge of the roof, quickly scrambling onto the tiled roof.
"Dave, maybe we ought to do this when you have more feathers-don't go so high up!"
Bro inwardly fought panic as his hybrid charge scampered up to a higher spot in their run-down home's rooftop, and Bro sprinted around the yard to place himself directly under his little brother as he spread his black wings.
"Dammit man, you're too high up! Get down from there!"
"Come on Bro, I gotta get some height if I'm gonna wanna catch some air."
He scowled, and was about to shout another protest when Dave's taloned feet clenched the rootop's edge tightly, he leaned back, wings starting to flap, and then leaped.
He may have hovered for a few moments, but it was a blur to the elder Strider, cause all he remembered was seeing Dave's wings give out and he plummeted to the earth.
His little bro was getting heavier and bigger, so Bro couldn't help but fall to the ground when he broke most of Dave's fall from the roof.
They lay in a groaning pile of limbs and feathers, and Bro was the first to sit up, glaring at Dave, crumpled in his lap.
"Jeezus fuck man, are you trying to kill yourself?"
Dave met him with equally pissed eyes, but that was ruined when he tried to retort back and sit up, in which case he just let out a pained squawk.
Anger melting quickly, Bro slid out from his younger brother's body carefully and doing a damage assesment. Just a few bruises were beginning to blossom over Dave's body, but his right wing was bent at an odd angle.
"Dammit Dave..." He muttered, helping his brother sit up and gingerly touching the damaged wing, to which Dave let out a growl to. The elder Strider quickly stood.
"Stay put." He instructed firmly, racing back into the house to tear it apart for first-aid stuff.
This time, his younger brother listened to him, but it was probably cause he couldn't move with twinging his wing. Bro came back within minutes with a splint and some bandages.
"OK little man, this is gonna sting something fierce, but it's better than the bone setting wrong."
"Just fucking fix it already." He hissed through gritted teeth.
Bro felt along the damaged wing very, very lightly, finally discovering the spot where the wing was broken and putting one of the splints in Dave's mouth. He took a deep breath and carefully took the broken wing in his hands.
"Ready?"
"Fuck no." He growled. Bro took that as a yes and jerked the broken wing back into place.
Dave let out a piercing shriek of pain, other wing flapping furiously. Bro switfly took the spint from Dave's mouth and began to bandage it.
He finished in due time, sighing with relief as Dave visibly relaxed.
"Alright, you should be alright now."
Dave didn't respond, mostly cause he probably wasn't paying much attention to Bro. His eyes were fixed on the twilight sky above, longingly watching a flock of birds pass overhead.
Bro let out a long sigh and ruffled his little bro's hair affectionately.
It was hard raising a half-crow hybrid who couldn't fly.
It was hard, and nobody understood.