Birdflash: A Collection Of Prompts/Drabbles/One-Shots.

(You may send me requests in the reviews if you want. Just no smut & I only accept Birdflash/Nightflash as the main pairing, you may send minor pairings with Birdflash as the main one though.)

Good Morning (Breath)

When Wally blinked his eyes open he let out a small grin at the body lying next to him. Dick looked so peaceful, long eyelashes resting on his face and his black hair messy. Both were shirtless, but their boxers were still on their bodies. The red-head felt the younger man shift slightly next to him and he sat up, waiting for Dick to get up patiently (for a speedster of course).

"Morning, beautiful," Wally greeted in his husky-morning voice. Dick on the other hand groaned and planted his face into his fluffy pillow, pulling the covers up. Wally rolled his eyes at his lover's shenanigans, Dick was never a morning person.

"Hey, if you get up now you'll get a well deserved early morning make-out session," The speedster bribed, running his fingers softly through the former Robin's messy hair.

Dick thought about it for a moment before sitting up lazily and smiled. "Fine. But you're making breakfast today."

Wally almost scoffed at that but decided to keep quiet. He didn't want to risk a great make out session with his boyfriend. "Yeah, cross my heart and swear to die. Could we please get on with it?" He asked impatiently.

Dick obliged, crawling next to Wally and leaned nearer towards the red-head's face. Once their lips nearly connected, the black-haired man pulled away quickly before jumping out of bed. "Sorry West, as much as I love you. I really hate morning breath." He explained in a shit-eating sing-song voice. Wally groaned miserably at that and his face met his pillow.

Ugh. Why did his boyfriend have to be such a little troll?

Dancer AU

The ebony haired man smirked as he watched the surprised yet impressed faces of his fellow dancers. He lifted his right leg up into an extension before dropping down into a back-walkover and finishing it off with a split.

Dinah, his coach, smiled at her best student when he finished the routine. "Very well done, Richard. You were great as always," the blonde praised before turning to the rest of the class. "Now, I want each of you to perform that exact same routine. Any volunteers?"

By the look of their faces, she shook her head. "In that case, class dismissed."

She watched as the group talked among themselves, grabbed their belongings and left the room. Once she saw a certain ebony taking a sip of his water she called him over. "Richard, come over here for a second."

"Sure thing," he replied, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. "What's up D?" Dinah wasn't one for nicknames, especially nicknames coming from her own student, but she had always had a soft spot for the boy. Ever since the ebony haired bundle of energy had first stepped foot into the studio at eight years old, she already knew there was something special about him. So that's why she thought long and hard about this, it'd be good for the eighteen year old.

"Tomorrow, I'd like you to meet someone. He's a transfer from Central City, and he's a wonderful dancer. He's around your age and I'm sure you'll like him."

"Are you setting me up on a date or something?" The teen asked.

Dinah tried her best not to smile at that one, oh only if he knew. "No,"she lied. "I'd like both of you to dance together, I choreographed this duet and you both would be perfect for it."

Dick blinked. "I'm flattered, D. But what's the catch?"

The blonde woman smirked. "There is no catch, you two perform well together and not only will I give you a raise but I'll give you a surprise."

The ebony raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it. Instead he gave his coach a quick 'thanks' and bid her goodbye, wondering what the Hell was Dinah up to.

Dick would have been lying if he had said that Wally West wasn't hot. Who was he kidding? Wally West was was gorgeous. He had a well-sculpted body in an athlete's build, piercing green eyes, freckles and not to mention, bright red hair. The man was going to be the death of him.

Wally offered the younger man an award winning smile and shook his hand. "Dinah told me you were a looker but she didn't tell me that you were that gorgeous, beautiful."

Dick blinked at his straightforwardness and the corners of his lips curled up into a smile. "Nice to meet you too, Wallace."

He groaned at being called that and turned to the lithe blonde, who was doing her very best not to smirk. "So what're we waiting for? Let's dance."

It took them two days to learn the choreography, another two days to practice it and one day to polish everything. Wally had to admit that the ebony was a freaking ball of sunshine with a hint of sass. Also, the blue eyed man was extremely flexible and Wally certainly didn't mind watching every time Dick stretched or bent down to tie his shoe.

They were both sweaty and out of breath by the end of practice and Wally resisted the urge to kiss the acrobat right then and there because damn. Dick looked gorgeous even when tired.

"What do you say, I take you to dinner sometime?"

Dick on the outside looked calm, but on the inside he was squealing like a little girl with a crush, deciding to play it cool he grinned ever so slightly and raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm interested?"

"Oh I don't think you're interested, I know you're interested."

"And how would you know that?" The shorter man countered.

Wally smiled and made his voice barely above a whisper as he moved closer to the other's ear. "I've seen the way you look at me, beautiful. And I'm pretty sure you've noticed the way I look at you. Besides, I know you're really flexible and I'd love to see you put those skills into something other than dance."

Well that tipped Dick over the edge. Instead of jumping with joy in the air, he settled on running a hand through his hair. "Okay, I'll go on a date with you. But you better be paying for both of us."

From behind the closed door, Dinah smiled at the sight. Mission success!

Breakfast

It was no secret that in the Grayson-West apartment that the couple took turns making breakfast. Surprisingly, the two college students could actually cook. The former Robin having lessons with Alfred while Wally picked up on a few things his Aunt Iris did.

"What do you want for breakfast, dude?" Dick asked as he scanned the fridge's contents.

Wally jutted his bottom lip out in a pout. "You can at least think of better pet-names for me, beautiful. We are dating now."

"Well I'm guessing you don't want breakfast, babycakes."

"There you go. A little corny but still cute," Wally replied.

"I try," Dick said dryly.

"How's breakfast?" Wally asked whilst he walked behind the ebony and wrapped his arms around the acrobat's torso, resting his chin on the other man's head.

"What are you doing?"Dick hummed, flipping a pancake with the spatula.

"Cuddling you."

"Adorable."

The blue eyed man turned his head to the side and placed a kiss on the other man's lips. Wally jumped back a little but kissed him back, running his hands down the small of Dick's back. Sadly (well for Wally at least), the other man pulled away. "No making-out before breakfast, West."

The freckled man huffed. "Since when was that a rule? Wait screw that, what kind of couple needs rules?"

"This one. Now shut up, sit your ass down and wait for your breakfast."

Wally gave Dick's butt a sharp slap before answering. "Yes sir."