OMG, guys, why have I never read this person’s fics before??
A ‘Wally and Artemis baby sit Lian’ story, but like it’s so much more than that.
I inexplicably cried at this line: “You’re the realest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Wally said.
She writes Wally so perfectly. And Artemis. And everything.
Dear kittu9, whoever you are, let me worship at your altar!!
Daily Spitfire Rec - 9/18/12:
Relationships: Artemis Crock/Wally West
Summary: Wally does not accept the break up.
THIS ONE’S REALLY CUTE TOO, although it’s about 45,000 words less, lol.
SPITFIRE REC OF THE YEAR:
OMG GUYS, I’M READING THIS STORY RIGHT NOW AND I LOVE LOVE LOOVE IT!! So I had to stop reading and share! It’s actually perfect:
Summary: Harry Potter AU. Because they’re a walking cliché; like Ron and Hermione. Spitfire.
Why have I never read this before??? GO READ.
Welcome to the Central County Fair
So I just reread this because it’s one of my favorite fics ever, but this is really something every Spitfire shipper should read. Here are a few reasons you should read this:
- written by the one and only Black Licorice Addict, who is, by far, my favorite YJ author ever
- it’s about county fairs, food, and rides
- part of the You’d Be North universe
- it’s so fluffy I could die
- Spitfire. The end.
I love this universe and this author and this story so much, so, so much. Even the non-YJ kids should all read this because this fic is just too cute and wonderfully written. It’s like a breath of fresh air.
Daily Spitfire Rec - 8/2/12:
Status: Work in Progress
Summary: The year is 1923 and Gotham is hopping with cats and dames, but when the exuberant Wallace West lays eyes on Artemis Crock in the city’s finest speakeasy, the young man’s life takes a turn toward the dangerous. Suggested by everyone. AU. Pairings: Wally/Artemis, SuperMartian, Dick/Zee, Dick/Babs, and Roy/Jade.
“Watch my fedora for me, Kaldur. That one’s my favorite!” he said, before turning on his heel and striding over to where the woman in green was seated, the one who had socked Logan in the face out front. She hadn’t been hard for him to spot; her darker skin and long blonde mane stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this. He had to suppress a laugh at the sight of Logan’s trilby perched lopsidedly on her cranium.
Wally walked up to the table that the girl was sitting at and set the two drinks down. The blonde looked up at the redhead with a questioning expression on her face, eyebrow raised. Wallace leaned on the back of the chair opposite the girl and smiled as delightfully as he could. He opened his mouth to talk to her, but she held up her hand, reaching for one of the drinks with the other. She knocked back the julep and grabbed the second one without missing a beat.
Wallace was at a loss for words, his eyebrows shooting up as the woman placed the second glass down on the table without a word. He eyed the empty receptacle that had moments ago contained his beverage before sitting back in his chair, straightening his tie and clearing his throat. (He had the sneaking suspicion that Dick was watching all this from the bar, and had probably had to excuse himself somewhere more private to laugh his silly head off.)
“So…” Wallace began, but was cut off by the girl.
“Thanks for the drink, bo,” she said in a voice that startled him. It was high and husky, a far cry from the voices he was accustomed to hearing float passed the lips of beautiful dolls . “But if you’re trying to get me back to yours, good luck.”
Comments: I LOVE LOVE LOVE this story!! Very fun and well written with a great ensemble of authors contributing to it! Everyone should go read it!
Daily Spitfire Rec - 8/1/12:
Status: Work in Progress
Summary: Artemis Crock is GBS’s new hotshot field reporter. The Flash is Central City’s hotshot superhero. Of course their paths would cross. AU. Spitfire.
“This is Artemis Crock,” she said into the camera. “Reporting to you live from a robbery gone bad in downtown Central City. Inside, the Flash battles the Trickster. It has been confirmed that this is not a hostige situation, let’s take a lot.”
Artemis could just see the scarlet speedster as he dodged Trickster’s attacks. Iris was right, only a certain kind of reporter could manage this and that was her. Sure, she was a little worried that things may or may not get out of hand, but the action was thrilling. She was practically biting her nails at the suspense, she flinched as she heard a loud crash, but all her fear seemed to wash away as the Flash walked out with a knocked out Trickster on his shoulder. She smiled and motioned for Jacob to put the camera back on her.
“It seems that the Flash has saved the day, let’s see if we can get a word in with the our hero.” She quickly began to walk over to the Flash but she almost stopped as she saw Channel 4’s Linda Park rushing over too yelling, “Flash, Flash, over here!”
Flash glanced at Linda then he noticed Artemis and a big grinned crossed his face. And surprisingly to everyone present, including Artemis and Linda Park, the Flash sped over to the golden haired reporter.
“Why, hello there.” said the Flash. “You’re new, aren’t you, beautiful?”
Artemis scoffed. “Flash, can you tell me about what happened today?”
“Only if you tell me your name.”
Comments: Really fun AU! I love it! :)
Daily Spitfire Rec - 7/28/12:
Summary: “Mother always told me that a name is a symbol.” Damian said “Your child should have a strong name. One that gives him pride and meaning. It is far more than just for recognition and identity purposes. The name you give to your child is one that will affect his well being.”
“Alright, picky. You choose a name then. What do you want?”
“Dick.” Artemis replied.
Wally gave Artemis a confused look. “Isn’t that what put us in this situation right now, Arty?”
“Gross, Wally. I did not need that image in my head.” A familiar voice came from behind the couple sitting on the couch.
The speedster turned his head and saw his best friend standing by the doorway. It wasn’t unusual that Dick would pop out of nowhere inside their house, or the fact that he even had his own key. Ever since the two moved in, Dick has been around. Sometimes Wally would wake up for work and see Dick sleeping on the couch, still in uniform. Having Dick around the house reminded them of old times, and gave them a warm feeling. Plus, it didn’t hurt that Dick always brought food during his surprise visits.
The former boy wonder took a seat next to Wally and passed Artemis a doggy bag. Artemis’ eyes lit up and opened the bag, suddenly remembering how hungry she was a couple of minutes before. “Chocolate chip cookies. Dick, you’re my hero.”
Wally slapped Dick on the back, chuckling. “Hey, stop giving cookies to my pregnant wife.”
Comments: Read this tonight and thought it was really cute!! Wally/Artemis/Dick friendship feels, Pregnant!Arty, and some Damian. :)
Daily Spitfire Rec - 7/27/12:
Summary: Artemis doesn’t go over to Wally’s house because she’s worried about him. No way. Wally/Artemis, kinda fluffy toward the end, but such is life.
He seems no worse for wear now, chewing noisily and burping once, but Artemis still can’t shake the visual of his bloodied face as he had grinned crookedly at her from his bunk in the back of the bioship, his face frighteningly pallid, his fingers shivering. She wrenches her eyes closed until her head begins to ache.
“Are you okay?” It’s a simple question that he asks her, but it’s resting on thinly-veiled incredulity, like he can’t believe it’s come to the point where he has to ask it in the first place.
“I don’t know,” she spits out, shoving her weight off of the countertop with her palms and standing up straight, rubbing one of her purpling shoulders with one sweaty hand, trying to ignore the stench of her own perspiration and dirt and blood.
“Because,” Wally plows on, “you kind of look like you aren’t. I mean, objectively speaking.”
“Thanks, doc,” Artemis snarls sarcastically, still not looking at him. There is a thud and a rattle to her left and she assumes he’s just tossed the apple core into the trash can. “It’s none of your business.”
“She says while she stands in my kitchen,” Wally mutters dramatically, padding out of sight.
Comments: Perfect fic is perfect. Brella, y u write so good???
Daily Spitfire Rec - 7/26/12:
Status: Work in Progress
Summary: Wally West is certain that girls should not be able to smell so good. So then why does Artemis’ aroma send him into a dizzy spell? One answer: Her scent is poisonous and will be the death of him. Now a multi-chapter.
Wally West is fairly certain that girls should not be able to smell so good. They are only human and being only human they are prone to secreting sweat just as much as any other being in the universe; especially a girl whose part-time job involves running around as a masked vigilante most nights and days and weekends.
So Wally cannot fathom how Artemis Crock seems to have this sultry fragrance clinging to her skin. No matter how much she perspires or how long she’s gone without a shower or how much mud has dried to her clothes and caked itself under her nails she always smells of fresh air. It’s as if she’s spent all day hiking and the subtle aromas of pine needles and fresh cut grass and tree sap have decided to embed themselves deep within her sweat glands so that even when she perspires the smell is nothing but alluring. And that, for Wally, is what totally sucks.
But it’s not like it’s Artemis herself that’s alluring - no, Wally has convinced himself of this much. Her scent is like a pheromone, the kind that predators use when trying to lure their prey, and Wally will be damned if he lets himself become a casualty of her fatal deception.
Comments: Written by two of my favorite authors, this story is a MUST read.
Daily Spitfire Rec - 7/25/12:
Summary: Prompt #173: lullaby. SPOILERS for 1x19 “Misplaced”: She closes her eyes and sways in place as she’s humming, and he looks at the sippy-cup in his hand. He doesn’t think he’d ever forget this moment, but he’ll put it on his shelf for a souvenir, anyway.
“So, were you pretending earlier, or what?”
She looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “Pretending to do what, exactly?”
“You know, like two seconds ago when you were singing to the kids,” he says. She just looks at him. “You totally pretended to mix up those nursery rhymes to get them to laugh? Come on.”
“I wasn’t pretending, Wally,” she informs, and he kind of scoffs a little and makes her roll her eyes before she smiles at the little boy in her arms and bounces him a little to make him giggle again. “I didn’t exactly grow up with nursery rhymes in the household, you know. It’s not my fault that I don’t know every one of them.”
He just sort of gapes at her for a minute because, really, who grows up without nursery rhymes?
Comments: If you haven’t read all of chalantness’ stories, what are you waiting for?? Seriously. That is all.