#halwally

[kiseiakhun]

Wally complains to Hal about Kyle tricking him into sex again (Kyle did not trick him, Wally initiated, Wally is just embarrassed that he wants to fuck Kyle) and Hal gets way too invested into their sex life. Way way way too invested. He's like, tell me everything. Every single detail. I need to know, for lantern reasons.

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thinking about halwally

the big question of halwally is whether there is also barrywally going on or not.. there's a bit in Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold #2 which made me 😬 when I read it which is this part:

Wally gets into a car with his aunt's boyfriend and his pal, who deliberately separate him from Iris. He's expecting to be dropped back at his aunt's place, and instead they stop the car in the middle of nowhere in the dark. Barry has told Hal Wally's secret, something he still insists they keep hidden from Iris. Even without applying our favourite metaphor there's so much going on here about who gets to control where they go, what they do, and who they tell about it, in a way that's a little chilling with how unquestioned it goes in the narrative. And of course this comic ends with all three of them lying to Iris about why they took so long to get back! It makes me a little insane ngl

If Barry isn't involved then I think at some point Wally would tell him about it, or Iris. Barry pressuring Wally to keep secrets from Iris only works because of Wally's hero-worship for the Flash. That's not gonna work for Hal. So I don't see Halwally as an ongoing thing, but something that happens once or a couple of times? Oh yeah.

Also from the same comic as above: Wally temporarily loses his powers and Hal turns him into Kid Lantern so he doesn't have to be left behind. Barry is normal about it and Hal has 0 ulterior motives...

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[halkyles]

ngl the funniest aspect of halkyle to me is the roy/wally reaction to it. big “KYLE DID YOU FUCK MY UNCLE” energy

"What the fuck!"

Kyle yelps and bangs his head on the wall when he flinches away from Hal. "Ow!" he rubs his head and looks at the door. "For the last time-"

"Hal?" Wally asks.

"Wally?" Hal asks at the same time, sounding bewildered. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here!" Wally gestures at where they're still linked together, and Kyle, thinking fast, grabs the closest thing and yanks it over them. "This is Kyle's apartment!"

Unfortunately, the closest thing happens to be a glass of water. A full glass of water. "Hey!" Hal yells when the cold water splashes over him, somehow managing to kick Kyle in the gut in his mad scramble away.

"Ow," Kyle wheezes, doubling over.

"Is this a one time thing? Out of all the - Kyle? Out of all the people you could've fucked you had to choose Kyle?!"

"Hey," Kyle gasps, still clutching his stomach in pain. "What gives? I'm a great catch." He puts an arm out to steady himself, and it lands in the water stain on his mattress spreading over the other stains already on his mattress.

"No, no, no." Wally clutches his hair, shaking his head. "No! You can't fuck Kyle!"

"Well, actually, Kyle was fucking me-"

"You!" Wally rounds on Kyle. "What the fuck!"

"What the fuck to you!" Kyle draws himself up to his full height, wincing only slightly. "This is why you need to stop - I gave you a key! At least knock!"

"You gave him a key?" Hal sounds put out. "You didn't give me a key."

"I did knock!" Wally jabs him in the centre of the chest. "And put your dick away! What's wrong with you!"

"I - you - this is my house! I can leave my dick out if I want!"

"And you," Wally rounds on Hal. "Kyle? Seriously? What's so great about Kyle?"

Hal blinks at him.

"Oh, so you tell me to put my dick away, but you don't tell Hal to put his dick away, I see how it is," Kyle grumbles as he gathers up the blankets, pulling it over his lap. "You are taking this way too hard. You know Hal and I are both adults, right? We can do whatever, or whoever we want. I don't have to run all my relationships past you, Wally! You're not my mom!"

"I still don't know how he got in," Hal tries to interrupt.

"Maybe you do!" Wally raises his already loud voice. "You can't fuck my uncle, Kyle! That's part of the bro code!" He's leaning over the bed, one knee on the mattress as he grabs Kyle's shoulder and shakes him. "Besides, I had dibs!"

"Well maybe you should've made your move first!" Kyle makes no attempt to shake off Wally. His eyes are stormy as he glares at him, twisting a hand in his suit and yanking him closer. "And for your information, he fucked me first!"

That is... way too much information for Hal to process right now, and also too much information for Kyle to just casually share with Wally. He stares as they keep yelling, and then he sighs and gets off the bed, hunting around for his clothes.

"I should've pushed you off the ship when I had the chance-"

"But you didn't, and what'll that do to me, anyway? Green Lantern, remember? I can breathe in space!" They're practically nose to nose now, spitting in each others face. Hal pulls on his boxers and pauses, staring at them. From this angle, he can't tell if they're fighting or kissing.

"Maybe I should be jealous," Hal mumbles to himself as he leaves the room, hunting around in Kyle's cupboards. This is not something he's willing to deal with without coffee, or whiskey. Depending on what he finds first.

[kiseiakhun]

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Alright.

Alright, so, the kid is hooking up with Wally. That... makes more sense than it doesn't, actually, considering how they bicker. It was only a matter of time before they jumped each other. Had been jumping each other. Honestly, they're barely keeping it discreet. Probably the only reason Hal hadn't noticed sooner is because he barely spends time on Earth anymore.

He just wishes they weren't proving his suspicions right on his bed. That he sleeps on.

His bed. Not Kyle's, or at least, the bed that Kyle is currently sleeping in, because the kid had somehow gotten it in his head that Hal's spare room is meant for him. "The beds on the watchtower are uncomfortable," he says, every time he has to stay on Earth for more than two days, "and it's not like anyone is staying with you," and "every time I stay with the Titans I get sucked into teenager drama," and "you're the only one with a place on Earth anymore, please please please please please?"

Which is a lie, by the way. Alan still has his mansion, and he knows Bruce keeps a place around for Kyle because he's soft on the kid. And none of it matters, because Hal always says yes. Kyle's right. It's not like anyone is using his spare room, anyway.

"You're such an asshole," he hears Kyle hiss, through the cracked-open door, and then, "ow! Stop biting me!" He really needs to start learning how to say 'no' to Kyle. It's been years, he's made up for the whole Parallax thing, right? Right.

"Then hurry up," Wally insists. "I didn't come to hear you bitch and whine."

"In case you forgot, I didn't ask you to come. You invited yourself." There's the shuffle of bodies, the creak of Hal's ancient bedsprings. Unwittingly, Hal conjures an image of Kyle. And Wally. And their paper-thin uniforms that they create out of nothing. Would they even need to take anything off? Touching Kyle is like touching bare skin.

And that's a dangerous line of thought. No. Nope.

"I came to see Hal, not you," Wally insists. "And speaking of, hurry up, before he comes back."

There's a seconds-long pause.

"Really?" Wally asks.

"Shut up," Kyle replies, sounding flustered.

"Freak." Wally can't be too offended, if the rocking of the bed and Kyle's low moan is any indication. "Of course you'd like that, you shameless exhibitionist."

"Like you're any better." There's the sound of flesh on flesh. Of lips on skin. Hal stares at the sliver of afternoon light spilling through the crack on the door like it holds all the answers. His pants feel tight. Maybe he should start using his front door instead of flying in through the window. John had lectured him enough on the security threat of an always-open window. So had Bruce, but Hal doesn't care about Bruce's opinion. Kyle also insists on the open window, for his oil paintings to dry.

Hal really needs to start saying no to the kid.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asks, sounding strangled.

"Did you leave your brain in space?" Wally's voice is breathy. Hal is rooted in place. "What does it look like I'm doing, dumbass?"

"I am not fucking you today." Kyle's voice is a tight hiss. "We're on Hal's bed!"

"Oh, so you'd grope me on Hal's bed, but you won't fuck me on Hal's bed?"

"I'm not getting lube on his sheets! He doesn't have a washing machine!"

"Unbelievable," Wally says. "When did you get so uptight? Did space turn you into a prude, too? I thought lanterns were supposed to be sluts."

"You're a slut." Kyle sounds aggrieved. "You really can't live without my cock for one day? You're the one who says we should make this qu-ick-"

"I'm always quick." Wally sounds far too smug for someone who just basically admitted he can't last in bed. The wet noises get louder. "And stop being so precious, I know you've jerked off on this bed."

"Fuck," Kyle hisses. "That's different, you a-asshole." His breathing gets heavy. "Me t-touching myself doesn't mean bringing lube-stained sheets to the laundromat."

Hal feels dizzy. Kyle. Touching himself. On Hal's bed.

He should really leave. He should've left ten minutes ago. He should've left as soon as he flew in through the window and heard Wally and Kyle rolling in the sheets, hissing and spitting at each other like cats. The sheets. On his bed. On Hal's bed, that they are on, right now.

Kyle takes too many liberties with Hal's stuff. Kyle waltzes into his life like a little diva and takes Hal's time and his home like he's entitled to it, wheedling and pouting and nagging Hal until he folds to his every request. He sleeps in his bed, leaves crumbs on the couch cushions, and stinks up the apartment with his paints and canvases and half-drunk cups of coffee. Against his will, Hal knows what gesso is, and fixative, and the dangers of tossing oil paint rags in the trash. He keeps pulling sketchbooks out from under tables, and pillows, and under the bed and behind the bookcase and, once, in the spice cabinet, tucked into the furthest corner. It might still be there, actually. Kyle's still here, in his bed, in his life, flitting around like a moth that won't leave.

And now he's fucking Wally in Hal's room. Not the spare bedroom, but Hal's. He's touched himself in that bedroom. And God, Wally. Hal can't think of Wally. He's known Wally since he was a kid, since he was a bright-eyed little rascal looking at Barry like he's the best thing in the world.

This is so, so wrong.

"Stop worrying," Wally tells Kyle, that breathy tone still in his voice, that breathy, aroused voice that Hal shouldn't listen to, he should not be listening to. "No one cares about - hah. About what you do."

"Are you trying to be nice?" Kyle's voice has the same strain to it. "Because if you are, you're, ngh. You're really bad at it."

"I'm not." Wally somehow manages to sound both unimpressed and turned on at once. Hal wonders what they're doing, wonders at their position. From context, Wally's probably on top of Kyle. Is Kyle sitting up, or lying down? Hal imagines it. Imagines Kyle holding Wally's hips, or his ass, fingers denting the jagged red edges of his uniform, ripped open just enough to ease Kyle's cock into him. And Kyle, in the last thing Hal saw him in, wearing Guy's football jersey and a pair of tiny shorts that ride up enough to show the curve of his ass when he bends over-

More rustling. The sound of a body being flipped over.

"Fucking brat," Kyle spits. "I'll make you shut up."

Hal should really leave.

He reaches for his pants. Squeezes his erection. And doesn't move.

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[kiseiakhun]

Wally: what the fuck

Kyle throwing a pillow over where he's still inside Hal: It's not what it looks like!

Wally who has had a crush on his uncle Hal for at least ten years:

BCITCH,