Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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I am so sorry for the delay, guys. Life has been hectic lately (exams, haha) and I lost track.
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Part two here!
Part three here!
Part four here!
Part five here!
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One:
Iris wondered if she was ever as adorable as her nephew when she was eight. Had her freckles been that big and blotchy? Had the tips of her fiery hair rolled into little loops at the end? Had her smile been so wide or her laugh been so free?
She watched intently at Wally's determination to reach the top of the hill by his own efforts alone. Barry had offered to carry the bike up the hill for him, but Wally had just frowned and explained to his (unofficial) Uncle very slowly that bikes are for riding and Aunt Iris' purses are for carrying. Barry had turned to the heavy bag that Iris was in fact forcing him to carry for her because, well, it was heavy.
Had Iris' mind been so intuitive at such a young age? Had she known all the buttons to push?
“I am so whipped,” Barry said with a sigh as he gazed up the hill where his girlfriend was waiting.
She watched as the bike almost stumbled over as Wally's abounding energy sputtered out momentarily. A gasp rose up in her throat but Barry, in a flash, grabbed hold of the bike's seat and righted it before Wally could be hurt. Her nephew realigned himself back into a less awkward position on the seat and returned to furiously pounding down on the pedals.
Had Iris ever been so resilient?
She wondered how Wally turned out to be such a beautiful person. Was he born that way or was it something else?
Iris thought back to when she was eight. Her brother Ruddy, Wally's father, had been the one standing behind her bike in case she fell.
What had motivated her to keep pedaling no matter what? Iris forced herself to remember.
When she had been little, all Iris had wanted was for her big brother (her whole world) to be proud of her.
“That's the spirit,” she shouted down to Wally. His faces lit up and Iris knew then that he must be the most beautiful little boy in the whole wide world.
Barry leaned down and murmured an idea into Wally's ear. The boy laughed and went along with his Uncle's suggestion.
“I've got a beautiful view to motivate me!” he shouted up to his Aunt. Iris smiled widely and laughed freely. She waved down to her boys, her very own 'beautiful view'.
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Two:
A blur of yellow and red streaks across the kitchen as Megan turns around from her bowl of cereal. She jumps at the sudden wind, but regains her senses soon enough to stop the sploshing milk with her telekinesis.
Wally, oblivious to almost ruining Megan's meal, slows to a stop.
“Hey, beautiful, what's up?” he greets the other redhead. He grabs her by the shoulders and twirls her around. Megan suppresses the milk in her bowl once again as she spins with him. She laughs at his attitude.
How can he always be so cheerful?
“Why are you so happy?” she asks him as she retrieves the spoon which she hadn't been able to stop from falling, having been too focused on saving her cereal milk.
She looks into his eyes for answers, and clamps down on her desire to read is mind.
Megan loves her life on Earth. She loves her uncle, and her team, and her school, and even the food.
The only problem, the major shift in lifestyle that she can't live with all the time, is the lack of that feeling that binds her to the rest of the souls around her.
She wants to connect to this new home which she loves so much in the same way she did on Mars.
On Mars, the word 'mind' has the same connotation as the word 'heart' on Earth. For Martians, it is the mind, not the heart, which is the soulful part of your being that encompasses compassion, and intensity, and turmoil, and every other nameable emotion.
On Earth, you keep people in your heart always. On Mars, you keep people in your mind in a true extra-psychical nature that ties you together and lets you know that they exist just as you exist, that you are not alone and are understood and are loved.
On Earth, she can't have this ever present connectedness with her loved ones (besides Uncle J'onn) .
There is no mind-heart that always clings to the minds which she holds dear and that hurts. It feels, constantly, like a part of her is missing. That her friends are not real, merely characters she's invented in her playtime stories. That mind-heart is her lifeblood, her way of directly empathizing with those she cares for.
Without the mind link, the world feels dull and cold. It is her longing and ever present pain that gnaws within her mind-heart that makes her do what she does next.
She sets the dirty spoon in the sink and turns around to face her friend, her real friend who is there even if she can't feel him...yet. She opens her mind-heart and lets him in.
And then she feels the real way, the way that having someone in your heart is supposed to be.
She lives the day that Wally claimed made him so happy.
Wally had stood in front of his school and waited for the adorkable girl from science class who had stuffed a note into his locker.
It had said: 'Meet me at the basketball hoop. I want to talk about us.'
Megan knows the worry that this is all one huge trick as if it is her own. Wally and herself are interchangeable as the anxiety laps into excitement and then back into fear.
Will Linda come to or will she later post on Facebook about how she duped that silly ADD kid into thinking she cared?
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The mind-heart flutters as it feels the memory of Linda walking toward him....her...them?
Linda's long shiny hair had framed her face just so and her graceful footfalls had reminded Wally...M'gann...who?...of how Linda must be an amazing dancer.
The dance. Why is it so important this year? The mind-heart knows; the dance is important because you had met her. Wally...M'gann...they would never had thought to make a fool out of themselves by stepping on feet, drinking bad punch, wearing silly clothes, and being cooed at by Aunt Iris.
But now? The mind-heart wants what it wants. All that had suddenly seemed so beautiful the moment you met her in class and grazed your hands as she pulled the beaker out of your grip.
You need to have that experience at the dance with Linda with all of your being.
She had reached you and grappled your hand into her own. Is this it? Can dreams come true?
The mind-heart can't take the anticipation. The blood pumps and makes you light headed.
“Wally,” she had whispered, “I'm so sorry. I can't go to the dance with you.”
The mind-heart breaks into a thousand little pieces. M'gann cuts herself with one of the rigid remains as she tries to disconnect from Wally's suffering.
Why can't she want what I need? What did I do wrong? Who was I kidding?
Inadequacy buries itself down deep into the bruised mind-heart.
Why can't I just have a good day for once?
M'gann lets the connection drop. Wally looks at her with pleading eyes, but Megan doesn't know what he needs to hear from her to make it better.
She can't know, now that he's returned to being unreachable, not fully there, a shadow of a soul that M'gann must remind herself is real and breathing and feeling and thinking.
M'gann thinks his of his words. He had said he was happy.
“It's just that kind of a day.”
How can he always be so cheerful? Wally, how can your mind-heart be so beautiful?
M'gann searches Wally's eyes for what to do. She decides to pretend that the whole encounter never happened. She doesn't say anything and just makes him his own bowl of sugary cereals, one on top of another.
She hopes her mind-heart is making the right decision. As the room grows quiet, she wonders if she should have told him how beautiful he really is.
She doesn't say anything and lets him twirl her around again before he leaves.
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A/N: That's all I've got for now. More as soon as possible.
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Love the M'gaan "mind-heart" thing. Love how Iris loves her baby boy. :D
That is all. :D
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Pied Piper never really lives up to the allusion of his name; Kid Flash had never seen Hartley drive a pack of rats out of Central City and had certainly never watched the rogue drown a group of children.
Today, Wally decides, is the closest Piper has ever come to being the character from the fairytale.
The swarming legion of spiders clump together as they attack.
Wally counts the different kinds of arachnids. He rattles of the scientific names for each of the present species to an uninterested Robin as the insects attempt to overwhelm them. Robin moans as a black and red spider mutates and grows into the size of a frog.
The closer the zombie spiders get to the radioactive ore which Pied Piper is attempting to steal (and could get away with if things keeping going this way) the more the spiders shift and grow into unstoppable beasts.
“I hate spiders,” Robin yells as he punches the largest one of the crowd in its bulgy eyeballs. This particular spider is about the size of a goat; however, as it bounds onwards towards the glowing rock despite the three eyes Robin has mushed in, it begins to transition into the size of a dairy cow.
Wally stops to watch this miraculous birth a new species.
Of course, it would be more amazing if the event wasn't sullied by the fact that this spider is only a new species because of the icky to think about fact that a cow sized spider cannot mate with a normal sized spider.
“You can't hate spiders, Rob,” the redhead insists. Kid Flash acts like a bull fighter and tricks the cow spider into splattering against a cinder-block wall. Robin, noticing how not one pitching bite mark or gooey fleck of spider guts cover the speedster's skin, can't help but think that Wally's opinion is frightfully uninformed.
Besides, Kid Flash's love for the little buggers (or cow sized or maybe soon to be mammoth sized as the army advances closer to the ore) isn't very convincing when he declares his affection between smashing and squishing the animals into nothingness.
“And why,” Robin says while he attempts to extricate his foot from the sticky web without losing a boot, “is that?”
Robin gives in and pulls a switchblade from his belt as a spider closes in on him. He makes a deep swipe and cuts the boot from his foot. He tumbles backwards from the web as his foot dislodges. Kid Flash catches him as he falls. Robin eyes his shoeless foot warily and grumbles.
Wally laughs and gives Robin the look that means that he thinks the younger boy is just adorable when he pouts. Robin scowls so KF cheers up his friend by honoring the bro code and removing one of his own shoes from his foot. Robin blinks as Kid promptly trips and falls into a puddle of spider gore when he pulls the off his boot.
Robin laughs and gives Wally the look that means that he thinks the older boy is just adorable when he messes up.
Wally, after returning to his mismatched feet, answer Robin's question.
“Because they're beautiful specimens of the world's diversity,” he proclaims as he opens his arms wide as if to embrace his spider friends in a bear-hug.
"That's not a good enough reason; you got another one?"
"Well, they match your hair just beautifully when you wear them that way, Mr. Beau." Kid Flash points to the furry, brown spider that Robin currently wears as a hat.
“Wear them like wha--!” Robin leaps into the air as the spider crawls around his hair. He lets out a grapple line and pulls himself up and out the sky light.
“Well, if you love these things so much, you can go deal with them yourself, Kid,” Robin yells down from his safe distance. "I'm going to go beat up the zombie master."
The newly mutated mammoth sized spiders attack their solidarity target. Robin watches the yellow and red costume become lost beneath a legion of hairy legs with pleasure.
Wally really is beautiful when he's the one getting bitten for a change.
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Wally has a plan which is the most brilliant of all his ideas ever, at least of the ones he can remember (and maybe he forgets 90% ten seconds later but it's not his fault he thinks so fast). The only hard part his new idea will be convincing Kaldur to help.
“Kal, buddy, are ya sleeping?” He raps on the Atlantean's door lightly.
Wally knows that Kaldur always goes to sleep by ten when they're not on a mission. It is currently 3:46AM. Wally doesn't mind. It never hurts to pretend to be oblivious. He's found that most of the time, considering people think of him as the oblivious one, he can get away with his rudeness with a bare minimum of apologies.
Wally raps harder on the frame of the door. He speeds his hand faster. The wood splinters inwards with a snap.
Kaldur stumbles out of bed and stalks over to the door. He walks by without noticing the destruction and the other boy breathes out in with relief.
Kaldur raises an eyebrow at Wally. The redhead flicks his eyes towards the hole in the door as if he senses his teammate's suspicion.
Kaldur catches the shift in Wally's gaze and turns around. He is entirely unsurprised by what he finds.
“Uh...” Wally bites his lower lip. “You see, Kal, there was this bomb. I was disabling it before it went off and, when I disconnected the wire to save all our lives, my elbow just jerked like this,” he flings his arm backwards as an example, “and wham I smacked it against--”
Kaldur splays his webbed fingers across the mumbling redhead's mouth in order to end his stream of denials.
“Mfshd,” Wally says into Kaldur's hand. Patiently, Kaldur waits for the garbled attempts at speech to subside. When the grumblings at last end, he removes his fingers and lowers his hand until it rests on Wally's shoulder. The blonde gives his friend a sideways glance as he examines the broken wood.
“It's not my fault! There was this swarm of termites--” Kaldur returns his hand to Wally's mouth. They stare each other down. The redhead's muscles relax as he seemingly gives in. Kaldur, once again, releases his hand.
“Wood bees too!” Wally shouts and zooms away before Kal can catch him in his grip. The Atlantean debates whether to seek out his teammate or return to sleep and deal with it all in the morning. His eyes fall on his beckoning bed, but his legs push him in the wrong direction.
He finds KF playing with a digital camera in the kitchen.
“Wally?” The boy jumps up from his stool, knocking it over in the process. Wally picks at a freckle under his eye nervously.
“Okay, you caught me, there wasn't any wood bees or termites. I was just...doing surprise remodeling?”
“I don't care about the door, Kid Flash.”
“You don't?” he squeaks. The darker-skinned boy nods.
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Two sets of eyes suddenly rest on the camera laying lopsided on a stack of wobbly pizza boxes. Wally scoops it up.
“Whatcha say about preserving the happy moment?” Wally asks. Kaldur runs a hand over his baggy eyes and musses his raggedy pajama. He's suddenly self-conscious.
“I'm going back to bed,” Kal declares. Wally jumps to his feet and grabs Kaldur by the arms.
“No! I need your help. Please help me?” Wally pleads with his big green eyes.
Kaldur takes a moment to reevaluate the situation.
The team was dismissed for a break three nights ago after Robin mysteriously came down with a case of what Wally called “Suddenly Appearing Daikaiju Syndrome” (S.A.D.S. for short).
Aqualad had only skimmed the report enough to understand that Robin's sudden growth spurt was not due to S.A.D.S. but instead the temporary effect of Robin storing his friend's souvenir in his utility belt for over a day before Batman found out. Wally, being Wally, had picked a chuck of some sort of radioactive ore that had chipped off from the main piece in a struggle.
With the team dismissed and Wally's best friend locked in the Batcave, Kaldur thinks Wally should have no reason to visit. In fact, Kaldur hasn't seen him drop by once since the dismissal.
For what ever reason, Wally cares enough about taking a few pictures to stop by in the middle of the night. It would be unfair of Kaldur to not help his friend with something so easily done after he made the journey to the cave just for this one purpose.
Kal thinks that the “bro code” should just be invalid at this hour of the day. Kaldur sighs then because he knows he is too good of a friend to just roll over and go back to sleep.
“What do I have to do?” he asks reluctantly. Wally grins and speeds into the next room. He returns with a pile of clothes.
“You are going to put those back where you found them after we're done.” Kaldur doesn't leave it up for debate.
“Sure, sure.” Wally pulls out a white V-neck tee. He tosses it to Kal. “Put this on.”
“What about my gills? If other people will be seeing this picture...”
“Right...” Wally scrounges up a red scarf. He ties it around the other boy's neck. It chafes the skin. Kaldur subconsciously plays with the placement of the scarf as Wally turns on the camera.
"I think that's better.” Wally gestures towards the scarf. “No, wait. Move left a little more. Yeah, that's perfect. B-E-A-utiful."
After Wally snaps dozens of pictures with no end in sight, Kaldur's sense of “bro code” obligation
runs a little thin.
"Good, can I go back to bed now?"
"You can't Kaldur! I need to take more pictures of you!"
"Why?" Kaldur wants to know what's made Wally so desperate.
"Because on Facebook I tell everyone you're my hot boyfriend!” Wally explains. The room grows silent as Kaldur weighs the importance of Facebook pics in the grand scheme of life.
“I'm going back to sleep.”
The Atlantean doesn't like the look of desperation on Wally's face. His eyes almost glisten as if he could cry. His lips are chapped from clamping down on them in fits of nervousness. His hold on the camera is unsteady.
Kaldur notes that Wally is wearing two different colored socks.
“Why do you need me to be your boyfriend on the internet Wally?”
Wally shuffles his feet.
“It...may have something to do with making my crush jealous.”
The look of embarrassment isn't any more pleasant than desperation. Kaldur wants to change Wally's expression.
“Okay, take as many pictures as you want.”
Wally's smile shines brightly in Kaldur's pale green eyes. Happy, hopeful, and thankful Wally is unbearably beautiful.
Kaldur wonders then what it would be like to be more than Wally's fake boyfriend.
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But this scene with Kaldur is just /lovely/. I just ... it's funny, and so Wally, and GAWD.
He really is beautiful, and I love him more everyday.
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I feel like I'm pimping Wally out to each character in the chapter and then I went and added Linda so he's really getting around. XD
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Made her 100x more interesting to me, totes head!canon now, and THANK YOU.
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Yay for corrupting your sense of cannon too!
Glad you like it.
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That's how happy this has made me.
KaldurxWally is my drug. :D
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I was like "Why did I take this fill? I have no idea how to write KalxWally!"
And then I just decided their relationship would mostly be Wally freaking out while Kal just takes everything in stride (but he's very amused inside).
They're like opposites-ish attracting?
Glad you liked it.
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They're SUCH a cute couple. Opposites, fersure.
Thanks for being amazing. :D
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A/N I lied about not having to read the first fill at all to get this one. You might have to read the fifth one from the first fill to get this one completely.
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Super-speed comes in handy for last minute preparations. Wally knows he can, usually, rely on his powers when it comes to crunch time, as long as he can focus and prioritize and think before he acts.
He needs to think clearly so that his plan doesn't fall apart into a big mess of jumbled steps all done out of order.
Wally, on days like today where he's nervous and jittery and completely unsure of himself, finds that his powers just aren't enough to get things done. The redhead sighs as he throws another shade of blue tie on the bed beside the dozens of others he's put on and promptly tossed aside.
“Why does this have to be so hard?” he whines to the empty room. Someone else joins him.
“Can I offer you any assistance?” the blonde boy asks. He begins to help pick out the tie before his friend can reply.
Kaldur looks at three tones of blue which Wally cannot find the difference between. One shade is a cobalt blue that Kaldur finds too strong for Wally's personality. Another shade is a teal that's too green to contract properly with Wally's eye color. The last tie is a shade of a deep cerulean that sets off Wally's eyes just so.
Kaldur holds the tie up to Wally's eye level.
“This looks good,” Kaldur says lowly as he unravels the tie currently around Wally's neck. His fingers brush slightly against the other boy's bare skin as he works. Wally's flinches reflexively; he's ticklish perhaps.
“You should go with this one.” Kaldur begins slowly and deliberately wrapping his choice around Wally's neck. Kaldur's fingers slip underneath Wally's collar and skim across his skin delicately. The points where Kaldur's fingertips trailed prickle with shocks of static electricity.
Wally finds he can't breathe properly even before his friend pulls the tie tight.
“I..uh...thank you,” he says softly as soon as he finds his voice.
Kaldur holds his chin high as he admires Wally's formal attire. His eyes follow upwards from the bottom of the shiny black shoes to the arbitrarily out turned pockets of his pants to the carefully placed tie until he meets Wally's green eyes.
His eyes are still and round when Kaldur reaches them. Kal smiles calmly as if everything is normal.
“Where are you going all dressed up?”
Wally pushes his pockets back into his pants and loosens his tie. He tries to match his friend's easy smile.
“I've...got a date,” Wally speeds around the room and replaces the ties within their drawers, “It's a dance, like, at school. I wasn't going to go...”
“But?”
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Wally plays with his hair causally. He finds a bottle of gel and debates whether to use it as he looks into a long mirror on the closet door.
“I wasn't going to go,” Wally says at last, “until you helped me get a date.”
Kaldur blinks back his surprise.
“I don't remember doing any such thing,” Kaldur says slowly as he furrows his brows.
Wally shrugs.
“It was that Facebook picture spam....Linda, that's my date, she wasn't allowed to go out until her next birthday.” Wally pauses as he rolls his eyes at this rule. “Her dad's kind of silly like that. Anyways, so she said she couldn't go to the dance with me.”
Wally lets a glob of hair gel fall from his fingers into his palm. He rolls the glob off his palm and into the other one and then rolls it back into the last in a stair-stepping game.
He stops when the ball of gel slips finally and splats on the floor. Wally stares at the mess distractedly.
“It really hurt when she said no. I thought she was lying about the strict father thing; I thought she was letting me down easy,” Wally explains. He looks up from the wet spot on the floor, “I mean who would want to go out with me of all people?”
Kaldur doesn't look away from Wally's eye-lock. Wally forgets what he was saying.
“I'll clean that up,” Kaldur offers as he points towards the hair-gel.
Wally nods and mumbles another thank you.
“Uh...so I wanted to show Linda that she was wrong to think of me as this silly guy who can't get a date,” Wally continues. “That's where you came in.”
Kaldur turns toward the redhead before tossing his napkins in the trash. The wad of napkins and gel lands in the trash-bin while Kaldur's back is turned. Wally lets out a whistle of appreciation. Kaldur smiles silently.
“I suppose Linda saw the pictures of me tagged boyfriend?” Kaldur says.
“Yup. Apparently she's all moved or something because I can't go to the school dance with a guy and all. She convinced her mom to let her sneak out to go with me.”
“How charming,” Kaldur says. Somehow, the teen's words are less sincere than normal. Wally decides he must be imagining things.
“She's really nice like that,” Wally mentions as he pulls a few boxes of corsages and matching boutonnieres from a drawer. He holds up the different flowers for his friend to inspect. “Any help would be a miracle, bro.”
Kaldur glances at the shades of blue.
“What color dress is she wearing?” he asks.
Wally bites his lip and scratches his head.
“Uh...blue?”
“I'm going to need something more descriptive.”
Wally sighs and zooms around the room. He appears before Kaldur with a small leaflet of paper.
“She gave this to me to, like, help out,” he tells the other boy.
Kaldur carefully inspects the picture of Linda's dress. He hold it up to the light.
“Give her,” Kaldur picks up a bright purple hued iris, “this one.”
Wally smiles. “If you think she'll like it. Thanks, Kal.”
Wally doesn't notice that Kaldur refuses to meet his eyes.
“I'm sure she will,” Kadlur says quietly as he walks out the door. He stops in the hall outside of Wally's room.
Kaldur knows that at least Wally will look good, no matter what flower he is wearing. Wally always looks beautiful.
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