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Title: I Will Not Teach Others to Fly
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set after "The Burns Cage" (Season 27, Episode 17), referencing "Marge Gets a Job" (Season 4, Episode 7)
Warnings: heavy petting, dream setting, consumption of mass quantities of alcohol
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 2787
Summary: You know that dream where you're in bed and they fly in through the window? That dream changes for Mr. Smithers after the events of "The Burns Cage".
Note: I am the trash of the thing, and in this case, the thing is shipping Waylon/Julio.
This story is crossposted to Archive of Our Own
I Will Not Teach Others to Fly
The dream starts like it always does, with Waylon lying in bed alone, covers pulled up near his chin. The room is vaguely familiar, obviously in a house that is much nicer than his current apartment. The moon hangs impossibly low and large in the sky beyond the window, and he recognizes the dream now.
The double window glides open silently and the curtains flutter in the sudden wind. A slender shape passes over the moon, casting a shadow on Waylon's bed...
And Julio's eyes, crinkled with familiar laugh lines, meet his. Julio wriggles his spread out fingers and floats through the window.
"Waylon," he says, "are you calling me a fairy?"
Waylon stares.
( Read more... )
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set after "The Burns Cage" (Season 27, Episode 17), referencing "Marge Gets a Job" (Season 4, Episode 7)
Warnings: heavy petting, dream setting, consumption of mass quantities of alcohol
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 2787
Summary: You know that dream where you're in bed and they fly in through the window? That dream changes for Mr. Smithers after the events of "The Burns Cage".
Note: I am the trash of the thing, and in this case, the thing is shipping Waylon/Julio.
This story is crossposted to Archive of Our Own
I Will Not Teach Others to Fly
The dream starts like it always does, with Waylon lying in bed alone, covers pulled up near his chin. The room is vaguely familiar, obviously in a house that is much nicer than his current apartment. The moon hangs impossibly low and large in the sky beyond the window, and he recognizes the dream now.
The double window glides open silently and the curtains flutter in the sudden wind. A slender shape passes over the moon, casting a shadow on Waylon's bed...
And Julio's eyes, crinkled with familiar laugh lines, meet his. Julio wriggles his spread out fingers and floats through the window.
"Waylon," he says, "are you calling me a fairy?"
Waylon stares.
( Read more... )
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