I'm actually in a good mood. For once. So all you subscribers and favouriters (yeah, hinting at none of you actually reviewed) can have some BIRDFLASH FLUFF
Well I am usually terrible at fluff so this is kinda a first attempt.
WARNING: No Homo (jokes - ALL the homo. Boy kissing -but only a little bit!)
FLUFFINESS
:3 hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Disclaimer (because I always forget it): I don't own Young Justice. Or any part of the poem "The Redbreast and The Butterfly" By William Wordsworth.
Prompt: Snowflake
"What is wrong with you?" Wally called, lying back in the snow and spreading his arms and legs, creating a snow angel.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I actually like my appendages not blue, and not numb" Dick yelled back.
"Aww, but the snow's so pretty!"
Dick sighed and pulled his blanket closer around him. "Wallace West, if you say the word pretty to describe lumps of ice one more time, I will throw a Batarang at you"
"Sorry," Wally muttered, ducking behind a large heap of snow.
Dick took a sip of his hot chocolate and turned up the outdoor heater. He wanted to be inside, performing an update on the HQ's security system, but no, Wally was insistent on Dick at least sitting on the porch.
Well, he'd certainly made Wally regret it. He'd brought out a gas heater and about six billion blankets to wrap around himself. And he'd even managed to coerce Black Canary into making a hot chocolate, which Dick now sipped on absentmindedly. It wasn't half as good as Alfred's, but it was pretty hard to live up to those kind of standards.
Dick looked up just in time so see a huge lump of snow hit him square in the face, knocking off his sunglasses. The sunglasses fell with a plop into his hot chocolate, as well as a large proportion of the snowball.
"Isn't it beautiful," Wally giggled, dancing around, "I love snow. It's so lovely and white! When Barry's around we build snow forts. And Iris and I sometimes write poems about how awesome and cold and pretty-" Wally was cut off as a Batarang him in the back of the head. He fell, face first, into the snow.
Dick watched as Wally twitched for a few seconds, before going limp.
He was still for a moment before throwing his blankets off and sprinting down the steps of Mount Justice. Dick grabbed Wally and rolled him onto his back.
"I didn't hit you that hard, did I? Wally! Wally, speak to me!" he said, shaking Wally's body.
He was answered by a clump of ice being shoved into his face. He blinked a few times before standing and looking around for the speedster who had run off into the forests surrounding the Mountain, his laugh still ringing in the thin air.
"Wally! I will kill you!" he growled, following the path of speedster footprints into a clearing.
"Wally!" he called, shivering, despite only being exposed to the chilling air for a minute.
A millisecond later he was pressed against a willow tree, slammed into it so hard pain ricocheted up his spine, and snow resting on the gnarled branches fell down onto his face. He gasped for breath and opened his eyes, seeing the face of Wally looking mischievously down at him.
"Ew! Geddoff me!" he cried, squirming under Wally's body weight. But Wally was bigger. And marginally stronger.
Despite feeling a little uncomfortable - well, who wouldn't be? His best friend was pressed against him! - he had to admit he liked the feeling. Not of Wally's body, but the constant hum it made, radiating heat that Dick was yearning for.
"Dude, you're gonna freeze. Did you even think to put a jumper on?" Wally murmured, his breath hot in Dicks ear.
Dick looked down at his blue fingers, shivering in the cool winter air, then to Wally's - covered with red mittens. Dick was only wearing a long sleeved shirt and three quarter pants, while his friend was all rugged up under about six layer of clothes. His cheeks even had a flush of pink to them.
"Your lips are purple." Wally whispered, his face mere millimetres from Dicks lips. He suddenly pulled away, laughing.
"No homo!" he called, dancing across the clearing.
Dick's heart hammered against his rib cage. He was short for breath.
First signs of hypothermia, Dick hoped.
He rubbed at his eyes, sighing. He grabbed at his face suddenly. Where were his sunglasses! He threw his hands over his face desperately. What if someone saw him without his sunglasses!
"Don't worry, Grayson. Your secret's safe with me!" Wally grinned, appearing behind Dick.
"Don't call me that" he hissed, spinning on his heels to face Wally.
He was greeted by a clump of ice that went straight into his mouth. "Stop doing that!" he yelled after wiping away the snow from his face. Wally had disappeared again.
Dick sat down against the willow tree, bringing his knees up to his chin in an attempt to gain warmth.
Wally suddenly collapsed in a giggling mess beside him, catching his breath.
"I just ran, to like, Canada" he grinned, panting. He saw Dick looking up at him grumpily and frowned. "How can you be so sad? Your a robin. You're supposed to love Winter."
Dick grunted.
"Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin;
The bird that comes about our doors
When Autumn-winds are sobbing?
Art thou the Peter of Norway Boors?" Wally chanted, looking out the endless hills beyond the two boys. "That's a poem" he mumbled, "By William Wordsworth. Pious means religious." Wally added
"He knows a poem!" Dick muttered sarcastically, shuffling his butt away from Wally. "And I'm an atheist."
Wally only edged closer.
"There's another verse of crap, but then there's a bit that says:
And see this sight beneath the skies,
He'd wish to close them again.
-If the Butterfly knew but his friend,
Hither his flight he would bend."
Wally sighed. "You know what I'm getting at?"
"No clue."
"Good. I didn't know what I was saying either."
Both boys were silent for a moment.
"It is pretty, though. The snow and all. Don't hit me." Wally whispered, kicking up a bit of snow with his boot.
Dicks heart was hammering against his chest and he didn't know why.
"It's cold."
"Isn't that half the beauty? It's numbing. The snow. It can cause so much pain." Wally looked Dick in the eye. "Just a reminder that the most beautiful things are the most poisonous."
Dick turned away, blushing. "I think the hypothermia has reached your brain" he whispered.
Wally frowned.
"There's more. Of the poem. I'm going to keep on reciting poetry until you smile."
"I know."
"You know?"
"My Mum used to read me the poem all the time." Dick whispered.
"Oh."
Another heavy veil of silence. Yet it wasn't awkward. It was not the silence shared between strangers, but the sound of comfort, from two friends who were content enough just to be lost in their own thoughts, side by side.
"What ailed thee, Robin, that thou could'st pursue
A beautiful creature,
That is gentle by nature
Beneath the summer sky
From flower to flower let him fly;
'Tis all that he wishes to do." Dick said quickly, turning his head away.
Wally grabbed his chin as snow began to fall softly around them.
Dick turned, but only because he was being pushed by Wally.
"Would'st thou be happy in thy nest
O pious Bird! whom man loves best,
Love him, or leave him alone!" Wally recited, a smile creeping onto his face.
"What?" Dick asked, raising a brow. "Why are you smiling?"
Wally inched closer, still looking into Dick's icy blue eyes.
"You have a snowflake on your lips" Wally muttered.
Dick lifted his hands to wipe it away but Wally's lips were already on his. Heat surged through his body; the chill of winter pushed away by Wally's warm hands at his sides. He could feel a wetness between their lips as the snowflake melted, dribbling down his chin in a cool stream of water. Wally's gloved hands cupped his cheek, his lips working with his best friends. His best friends.
And yet Dick didn't find it weird. It was... Perfect.
Dick was the one that pulled away, too short of breath to continue. Panting, he wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Wally-" he began, but he was quickly cut off by a pack of snow to his face. He coughed and spluttered away the ice, rubbing his eyes.
He opened his mouth to yell at Wally, but his friend had already disappeared into the forest, only an echo of laughter proving that Dick hadn't imagined the whole thing.
Dick stood and shivered, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He brushed the flakes of frost from the tips of his eyelashes, a ghost of a smile spreading across his face.
And then he walked back to the mountain, snowflakes falling softly around him.
DAWWW
Sorry. Ruining the moment.
I also apologize if any of my facts are dodgy. I don't actuaLly know if Dick is an atheist...
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