Last one for tonight. Wally/Artemis is my OTP, so expect a lot of them! Also, this is a future fic, so they're older in this.
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Wally West, Artemis Crock
Pairings: Wally/Artemis
Wally's inspecting a pink line from Lian's marker on his shirt when he enters his bedroom. The bathroom door is open and the water keeps being turned off and on.
"How was babysitting?" Artemis asks when he leans against the doorway, crossing his arms. The blonde walks two fingers across her stomach, foot twisting the taps on and off. She looks up at him, an eyebrow raised. "Well?"
Shrugging, Wally walks into the room shucking off his t-shirt and sitting down next to the tub. "It was fun. Lian did my make-up and we had pretend tea and I took her to the park and then Roy almost killed me because I gave her ice cream ten minutes before bed and she was bouncing off the walls."
Artemis smirks slightly, leaning forward she swipes her thumb across his bottom lip. "You still have lipstick on Miss West."
Blush darkens his cheeks and he reaches for the toilet paper, rubbing off the lipstick. "Oh God," he mutters, leaning his head against the wall. "Why're you up so late anyway?"
"Late?" Artemis scowls. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I have to go to bed at nine Wally—"
"I know," he teases, hand dipping into the water, tracing a path up her shin. "But it's nearly eleven."
She shrugs, sinking deeper into the water. "Oh well. I don't have to work." Her tongue pokes out of her mouth.
The two are quiet for a while, Wally's hand never ceasing his movement against her leg. His mind wanders back to his sixteen year old nights when Artemis would stay over or he would stay with her and they'd just hold each other. He remembers the look of anger and sadness that crossed her face when he accused her of betraying the team. Most of all, he remembers the nights where he'd have to fall asleep alone, always wondering where she was.
Looking at the blonde now, he can see a difference. For one, her long pony tail had been cut off to her shoulders. Her snarky personality wasn't much different and her wit was still there, but she'd matured over the years. She was still a hero—or at least she tried to be. Sometimes she found herself at a crossroads, torn between loyalty and family, always teetering on the edge of good and bad, but she always made her way home. Sometimes broken and beat up, but Wally was good at mending.
She sighs, poking him in the shoulder with her toe. He scowls, pushing her foot away, and she smiles.
"How was your day?" He asks, leaning an elbow on the edge of the tub. She exhales sharply, grimacing. "I don't know why Megan asked me to be in the damn wedding," Artemis begins. "I mean, I'm pregnant, so obviously I won't fit into the nice dresses but she's—she's like fricken determined to get me into something that won't make me look like a whale. Which is kind of really impossible since I am a whale of epic proportions."
Wally knows that if he laughs, he'll spend the next week on the couch in their living room, so he covers his mouth with his hand. After a few seconds of Artemis glaring, her face softens. "Do you think I'm fat?"
Now this is how she trapped him into telling her who he thought had a nicer rack—her or Wonder Woman. He won't make the same mistake twice.
"Er—you're pregnant…" he mumbles, prepared to dodge anything she can throw at him. Her eyebrows draw together and eyes water. "I am!" She cries, splashing water. He hates her hormones. "I knew it too! Cassie kept giving me these looks every time she liked a dress today because I couldn't fit in it, and since I'm the damn Maid of Honor I get to pick and Cassie think's she'll be stuck in something ugly and then Kory kept laughing at me every time I'd try something on and I know she wasn't being mean but still and you only just proved my point!"
She hiccups, scrubbing at her eyes. He wants to tell her that she just sounded like a speedster with how fast she was talking, but refrains. "Arty, I didn't say you were fat—"
"But you insinuated it!"
"Well—I didn't mean it like that!"
She huffs, flicking a piece of hair off her forehead and leans forward, trying to reach the plug. He plucks it out of the tub easily, dropping it on the ledge. Her eyes water again and she stands up. He really hates her hormones.
Standing up also, Wally grabs her towel, wrapping it around her and ignoring the poor attempts to claw at him. She glares, grey eyes angry. Wally tries for a grin, but she merely pushes him away, one hand gripping the towel and the other gripping the towel hanger as she waddles out of the tub.
"I'm going to bed," she mutters, moving towards the dresser to fish out some clothes. Wally tries not to laugh as she waddles towards it.
When she finds something, his t-shirt, underwear and his work-out shorts, she shuffles into them, yanking the strings tight around her waist. Wally simply watches.
"Just so you know Wallace," she's using his first name, this can't be good. "I am very extremely pissed and don't want to cuddle tonight so you can just go find Dick and cuddle with him."
The speedster flushes bright red, "That isn't funny."
Her glare silences him.
She shuffles under the blankets now, tugging them up to her armpits. The archer turns away from him now, shoulders tense. A minute later, he's undressed and leaning over her shoulder to stare at her. His stubble-y chin makes her neck tickle where he nuzzles against her. But she doesn't want to talk to him yet.
"You know I didn't mean you were fat," he murmurs, pressing kisses to her jaw and neck. "Because you aren't. You're pregnant. Anyone who gets pregnant ends up…" he tries to think of a word that isn't insulting or rude. "…bigger. But that's just for a while—"
"—nine months," she mutters darkly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
"—and I don't care how you look," he tells her. "I love you for all that you are. Good or bad, skinny or chubby. So stop worrying."
Sighing, Artemis rolls over, lying on her back to look up at him. "Promise?"
He leans down to kiss her. "I promise."
"Alright well I take back that Dick-cuddling thing too, because I'm actually kinda cold."
Wally grins, pressing his nose against hers. "I can help you with that."