#spitfire week

[sora-fiamma]

Spitfire Week Day 6- Kids

Title: White Picket Fence

Pairings: Spitfire, Supermartian.

Words: 1972

Summary: A casual conversation/interrogation with the team on a Friday night never ended well for anyone in a relationship.

Real on AO3.

[emkayoh]

“This is so much more romantic than I remember.” 

And then Wally reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring. :’)

So, this week was Spitfire Week!!! And I really wanted to participate in it, but I was so busy. :( So I only had time for one prompt. And this is way past Day 4, but the prompt was Return Trip to Paris. 

[sora-fiamma]

Spitfire Week Day 5- White

Pairing: Spitfire.

Words: 1932.

Summary: It’s Roy and Jade’s wedding, not Wally and Artemis’, but decisions are still made.

Read on AO3.

[sora-fiamma]

Spitfire Week Day 4- A Belief

Pairing: Spitfire.

Words: 1568.

Summary: Artemis returns to Paris. Alone. (Maybe.)

Read on AO3.

[watchtower-feed-writer]

Come Home

Spitfire Week Day 4: Return Trip to Paris Genre: Action/Romance Summary: After weeks she finally agrees to meet up with him in Paris. Words: 687

“Wally,” she called out.

“Yes, babe?”

She could hear him, “Wally..”

“Artemis..”

Artemis looked at the monument in front of her. The Eiffel Tower stood in all its glory against the setting sun. The warm weather of June wrapped around her, “It’s been a year.”

“I know, babe.” There was a pause. “I miss you.”

Artemis breathed in, “When are you coming home?”

“I don’t know..” His voice was getting quiet, and euphoric, “It’s so nice here.”

Artemis bit her bottom lip. She knew he didn’t mean Paris, “Don’t say that.” She glared at the orange horizon, “Just come home, Wally.”

She heard him with but it was a little distorted, “I’ll try, babe.” He took in a long breath, “I have to go.”

“Already?” Artemis whined. She wanted to grab hold of him.

Wally chuckled, “It’s the speed force, babe. You can’t really stand still for long.” He paused and Artemis felt his presence draw nearer, “This time next year?”

Artemis swallowed. Even if they did this everyday, it wouldn’t be enough. “If I’m gonna be talking to myself again then no thank you.” She missed his goofy face and freckled body. She missed him. She sighed, “Fine.”

“See ya, babe.”

A quick second and Artemis no longer felt his presence, “See you..” She took in another breath and stared at the Tower. She waited until the sun was long under the horizon before she made to move.

“Artemis?”

She quickly whipped around, trying to locate the voice that sounded a lot like Wally. Much louder and coherent than his ethereal voice. “Wally?”

She heard a laugh, “You’re still here.” Artemis wanted to smile and scowl at the same time. He was teasing her but he sounded so alive. “I’m glad,” he said. Artemis smiled. “I think I figured out how to stay in one spot..” He sounded closer.

She lifted her hand and touched the air where his voice came from, “Wally..” The air around her hand felt heavy. She felt around it, almost like there was a shape.

A small portal of light opened and she almost drew her hand back, “Artemis!” She felt the shape become more familiar. She felt the tips of his fingers first, his freckled palm, until she could grab hold of his wrist, “Artemis, don’t! It’s dangerous–”

“Wally, I can get you out!” Artemis’ grip tightened. “Wally, you have to let me–!” Wally’s fingers twitched before they wrapped around her wrist.

“Babe, this can only go two ways. One very bad way–”

“Or a good one,” she finished. “Wally, please.” She could feel both of them being pulled in, “Last time you left, I couldn’t help you. I wasn’t even there when you disappeared, Wally!” His grip tightened, “So let me save you.” The portal was widening and she watched her tears get pulled in, “Come home!”

She saw Wally’s other hand materialize and she instinctively grabbed hold of it. The portal was at the height of a human and her feet were scraping against the ground. She stared into the portal, desperately trying to root her feet to the ground, “Wally–”

She watched a figure form against the bright light. Lightning was bursting around it. She stared at Wally’s face as it drew closer. His orange hair stuck out of his mask, his green eyes staring wide-eyed, his freckled jaw with that gape. He looked exactly the same as the day he disappeared.

“Artemis!” As soon as Wally’s body left the portal, the speed force closed itself and neither of them could feel it. When Wally shot out of the portal, he slammed into Artemis, throwing them both back against the ground. “Ow,” he winced. Artemis rubbed her eyes and quickly sat up. She crawled to Wally, “Babe–” and hit him on the arm, “Ow! What was that–” and hugged him, “for?”

Artemis hugged him tighter. She buried her face in the familiar space against his neck and let his scent wash over her. Her fingers gripped his suit and Wally soothed her back as she cried, “Shh..” His arms wrapped tightly around her, “It’s OK. I’m home.”

[watchtower-feed-writer]

No Prom

Spitfire Week Day 1: College/High School AU Genre: Fluff (?) Summary: Artemis doesn’t want to go to her prom. (Pffft. That’s literally it. I’m so bad at this omg. I didn’t even realized it said AU until it was too late. I promise to be better. Enjoy.) Words: 1,034

Artemis raised an eyebrow at the young scarlet speedster, “What is it, Wally?”

The two of them had been standing in the command room ever since Artemis arrived. Wally had been pacing the room back and forth waiting for her. Due to annoyance, the rest of the team left the speedster to his mumbling and furiously animated hand gestures for the arrival of the archer. As soon as the zeta tubes beamed and Artemis walked in, Wally had been staring at her with his arms crossed.

The speedster didn’t reply making Artemis place a hand on her hip and ask again, “Did you want something?”

Wally pursed his lips, “Not particularly.”

Artemis raised both her eyebrows and nodded, “Okay.” Wally continued to stare at her and it was getting on her nerves. Before she could ask another question, the zeta tube behind her lit up and the speedster was gone. Artemis watched the dimming light of the tube and called out, “Nice to see you, too, babe.”

“Aww thanks.” Artemis turned to Robin walking in with a cup of ice cream.

“Funny,” Artemis mumbled before she turned back to the zeta tube. Aggravated, she looked at Robin smirking at her in between spoons. “Do you know what’s—“

“No idea,” Robin took another spoonful of ice cream. “Do you?”

Artemis threw her hands up in the air, “Not a clue. I just got here.”

“I know,” Robin tapped the spoon on the edge of the cup before pointing it towards Artemis, “Wally was waiting for you all morning.”

“He was?” she asked, “then why did he just leave?” Robin shrugged while the zeta tube lit up behind them without Artemis noticing. Artemis groaned and grumbled under her breath, “I’m gonna kill—“

A bolt of lightning picked up Artemis and sped back into the tube, leaving the boy wonder by himself. Artemis suddenly found herself on the school grounds of Gotham Academy, “—him.” She looked up and found herself staring at Gotham Academy’s banner ‘Last night under the Stars’. Artemis mentally slapped herself, “Prom.”

She turned around to find Wally standing close to her, he threw his hands up in the air, “And it’s tomorrow!” he yelled, his voice hitching an octave. He quickly crossed his arms. “Why haven’t you asked me yet?” he asked.

Artemis almost laughed if it weren’t for how serious Wally looked. His shoulders were hitched up and his foot was rapidly tapping on the ground. She stared at him, “I wasn’t planning on going.”

Wally’s eyes quickly widened, “Whaaaa?” Artemis was about to point out that he was missing a T when Wally continued, “How can you not go to your own prom? Your last prom before we’re shipped off to college?”

Artemis shrugged her shoulders, “It’s not that big of a deal, Wally. It’s just one night of dancing and bad music.” She watched Wally’s face contort intro three different expressions and stifled a laugh. She waited for his gape to disappear before she asked, “Did you want to go?”

Wally narrowed his eyes, contemplating if she was actually asking or just wondering due to pity. “Maybe,” he answered with pursed lips. Artemis was surprised when Wally’s posture quickly slackened and he was rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh, “I mean, I don’t mind dancing to bad music—“ he extended a hand out to the archer, “with you.”

Artemis blushed, cutting off the next lines Wally had lined up. She didn’t need to see how red she was due to the way Wally’s eyes just widened. She quickly shook her head. She still wasn’t used to how Wally can just blurt out those things. Since they started dating, he was the one who always asked for dates and called out cheesy lines that would make her tense up.

She sighed, thinking it wasn’t fair on Wally. She wanted him to feel the way he makes her feel. She can’t just let Wally freak out over small things like prom. She turned back to the banner and internally groaned. She still didn’t want to go to prom.

“Let’s move in together,” she called out, making the speedster choke on air. She turned around with a smirk, “Excited much?”

“Are you serious, Artemis?” Wally took a step closer to her, “Do you really want that?” Wally stopped a step short next to her. He let out a snort before narrowing his eyes at her, “Do you really hate prom that much?”

“Trust me,” Artemis replied with narrowed eyes, “I’d rather that than go to prom,” Wally threw his gaze up and shook his head, making Artemis smile. She looked down, reached out and grabbed the edge of his sleeve, wondering if holding his hand would give her the confidence to be like him, “I’d rather dance to bad music every hour of every day in the privacy of our own home,” she paused and looked back up to Wally, “with you?” she finished almost sheepishly.

His lips pursed, “Are you asking or..” he muttered. Wally watched her and the way her eyebrows scrunched together. It was the closest thing Artemis had to puppy-dog-eyes and Wally could never say no. Wally sighed. Not like he’d say no. In a quick second, he grabbed Artemis’ hand and pulled her in towards him before spinning her into a dip.

“Artemis Crock,” he was almost whispering, “will you move in with me after we graduate?” he asked.

Artemis narrowed her eyes at the speedster, not amused, “I asked first.”

Wally loudly took in a sharp breath and tilted his head to the side, “Technically, you told us to move in together. So—“

“YES. Gosh, Wally,” she laughed making Wally smile, “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

Wally gave her the biggest grin she’d seen, making Artemis grab his shirt to pull him down for a kiss. Wally leaned down to deepen it while he planned what time he was going to pick her up tomorrow, because it wouldn’t be right to let Artemis miss out on her last prom. Even if it was against her will, he’ll make sure every day she spends with him had no regrets.

[kc-meets-dc]

I’m going to bed, but don’t forget that Spitfire Week starts tomorrow. Remember to tag all your posts for the days with #spitfireweek. The prompts are:

Day One: College/High School AU Day Two: Spy vs Spy Day Three: No Powers AU Day Four: Return Trip to Paris Day Five: Wedding Day Day Six: Giving Birth/Spitfire Children Day Seven: Wally’s Resurrection

Have a good night, everyone, and happy Spitfire Week!

[crazysupersweetlyawesomefan-blog]

And the lucky number is, 645!

I have so many stuff piling up in my DA from Zutara Week and Spitfire Week that I have yet to read/look at. UHHHH!!! That's right everyone, 645 deviations! OMG!!