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Sweet Tooth - Robin Buckley x OC

warnings: ft. the fruity four, robin's first date, co-workers to lovers, sweet fluff

word count: 7.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1358495090-sweet-tooth-alba

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“Robin, would you please just sit still!” Nancy huffed as she tried to run a brush through Robin’s hair while the blonde fidgeted in her seat.

She stared back at her through the mirror with an almost pained look on her face. Eyebrows knit close together as she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Look I’m sorry ok, I- I’m just nervous. What if this goes horribly wrong? I’m gonna embarrass myself, I just know I am and she’s gonna hate me and rej-” An exasperated groan sounded from the bed behind them and they both turned towards it. Eddie was splayed out on the bed, looking at the ceiling with his hands up as his fingers danced along motions of the final chords of Wheel in the Sky. Once the song ended he propped himself up on his elbows and stared back at the two girls. “She’s gonna love you water lily, how many times do we have to tell you? Besides, she asked you out, not the other way around.”

Nancy continued to fuss with her hair but Robin stared at Eddie who gave her a soft supportive smile in return. An unusually quiet moment passed between the two of them. Robin and Eddie always saddled between Nancy and Steve. There was an understanding of what it meant to be weird that only they knew.

“If she doesn’t like you,” Eddie shrugged, “it’s her loss.” He smiled at her. “You saved the world Robin, you’re the coolest person we know.”

“Thanks Eds,” Robin nodded, but the sense of dread and anxiety had already settled into her heart and she felt itchy all over. “Are we sure this is the outfit, I’m pretty sure it’s made of pure wool. It’s giving me hives.”

“Rob,” Steve appeared in the doorway with a bundle of wildflowers in the prettiest colors. His hair was pushed back under a backward cap and he was wearing a loose sleeveless t-shirt that he had clearly stolen from Eddie.

“Steve,” she whined back.

“I didn’t drive all the way to the grocery store to get these for you all so you could chicken out. And Munson is right,” he set the flowers down on his dresser and slid down on the floor at Eddie’s feet. “We’d all be dead five times over if it wasn’t for you, one date is nothing.”

“One date is everything!” Robin threw her hands in the air and Nancy pulled the hot iron clear of any skin just in time to avoid injury. “It’s talking, and flirting and…” she looked between them all knowing they were going to mock her. “Kissing.”

“Ooooooh!” Steve and Nancy teased whilst Eddie made smooching noises from the bed.

Robin picked up a tube of mascara from the dressing table and threw it at the two guys but it landed harmlessly on the bedspread. Eddie picked it up and twirled it between his fingers whilst he eyed Robin curiously in the mirror.

“Why’re you so worked up about this Rob?” He asked, his head tilting to the side.

Robin stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes dropping as a soft flush crept up the back of her neck and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. When she looked back up Eddie was attempting to put the mascara on without the help of a mirror and the ridiculous sight distracted her from her nerves enough for her to answer.

“It’s…been a while since…you know,” she muttered glumly, giving a self-deprecating shrug. “I’m probably not any good anyway.”

“Pshht!” Steve exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. “It’s like riding a bike!”

“Easy for you to say, Harrington,” she grumbled back. “I don’t even remember how to start.”

“Look, all you have to do is…actually, it’s probably better if I show you.”

Robin gaped at her friend in horror and a disgusted shudder caused her shoulders to shake. Nancy hissed a curse as she had to jump away yet again to avoid burning Robin’s neck.

“Not on you, Rob, jeez!” Steve exclaimed and cast his eyes over Nancy first and then Eddie, where his gaze lingered and a small smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“C’mere big boy,” Eddie crooned, puckering his lips and batting his newly-mascara’d lashes at Steve.

“How did he do that so well without a mirror?” Nancy muttered with a furrowed brow and tilted her head to the side.

From beside her, Robin smacked her hand into Nancy’s arm and shook her head, “that’s what you’re focused on right now?”

The brunette shrugged and spun around, placing the curling iron down and fidgeting with stuff on her dresser as Robin watched the boys. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had kissed in front of their friends but it had generally been Eddie placing teasing kisses on Steve’s cheeks or quick pecks. But the air around them shifted as Steve slid onto the bed beside the metal head.

Steve and Eddie kept their eyes locked on one another as Steve’s hand grazed across the side of Eddie’s neck and tangled into the curls at the base of his neck. They smiled softly into a slow, gentle kiss, slotting their lips together perfectly.

Robin stuck her tongue out and chuckled, “Bleh okay I get it!”

The boys pulled back and smiled at each other for a second, but before Steve could turn and speak, Eddie slipped his arm around his waist and in one solid movement, flipped him over underneath him, stealing another kiss through a mess of laughter.

Once again, something was thrown at them and when they looked up Nancy was standing with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed at them.

“How exactly is that helping Robin?” She quipped.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders with a smirk and sat back, helping Steve sit up, “I was just going off Harrington's cues,” he retorted, “is someone offended that he chose to kiss me?”

“What? No! That’s not - no, absolutely not,”

“Hello! Still freaking out over here!” Robin interrupted.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled. But as fast as he apologized, he continued his ramble. “There’s literally no reason to freak out. Just like I showed you, it’s not that hard to kiss a girl.”

Robin furrowed her brows and looked over at Steve who was just pointing at himself, sharing Robin's expression which made Eddie realize what he just said.

“You know what I mean,” he let his hands clap onto his thighs. “You’re my baby girl, Stevie.” he winked at Steve who got flustered at Eddie's remark.

“Guys! Just…stop the flirting already.” Nancy had her eyes closed, annoyed that they weren’t going anywhere with this conversation.

“I like it.” Steve shrugged which made Nancy roll her eyes and turn back to do Robin's hair.

Eddie placed his hand on Steve’s knee and leaned over pressing his lips to his ear. Robin could hear the whispered “she’s just jealous”. Rolling her eyes as Steve held back a snicker while Nancy continued her protests, “I am not, grow up.”

Robin stood up exasperated and started opening up her vest, shrugging it off until it landed on the floor as she paced across the room.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Steve jumped up from the bed and headed over to Robin placing his hands on her shoulder to stop her as her breaths picked up, “what’s goin’ on Rob? Look we’ll be good alright this is just us on a normal night think of it as that.”

“Except it’s very much not Steve,” she huffed, “And- and you guys are just messing around and I don’t want to mess this up tonight. You guys promised you’d help.”

“Be yourself,” Steve sunk lower, resting on his heels and met her nervous stare. “Never be anyone but the sweet, hilarious, observant and clever Robin you are. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“You give me too much,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’re my best friend Rob,” he lowered his voice and she knew he was about to give her some classic Steve pep talk. “You’re going to smile like you always do, the real one, you’re going to laugh, the big bright laugh that makes you snort and you’re going to give Alba those flowers I bought cause they were expensive.”

“Steve,” Nancy huffed.

“And you're going to show her the Robin we all know because that’s how you’re going to get the girl.”

“I can get the girl,” Robin nodded, still staring into his encouraging brown eyes.

“You can get the girl,” he smiled and nodded.

“I’m going to get the girl,” Robin said a little louder and with more confidence.

As if on queue, a soft knock on the dark wooden front door sounded up the stairs. Before the self-doubt could sneak back in, Robin stomped confidently out of Steve's guest room that she shared with Nancy on the nights they all stayed together. After everything the four of them had been through, it made them realize that the only way they felt the safest was with each other. Three of them did go home a few times during the week to check in but together was where they needed to be.

“Robin!” Nancy’s voice sounded from behind her as she made it to the top of the stairs.

She spun around and met the eyes of her friend who was standing there holding the bouquet of flowers with a soft smirk on her lips. Damn it.

Robin sucked in a short breath and smiled sheepishly, “right…” She chuckled walking back and taking the flowers, “thanks,” she muttered.

Nancy placed her hands on her friends shoulders and squeezed lightly, “go be happy, you deserve it”

“Thanks Nance,” she replied as she spun back around and for a second time headed out of the house.

The sounds of laughter and the boys roughhousing, mixed with Nancy telling them to grow up through laughter of her own echoed out the front door as Robin pulled it open with a small smile and heat rose in her cheeks. On the other side of the door stood the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen. Her dark curls cascaded over her shoulders and the way the setting sun caught her brown eyes made Robin’s thoughts go all fuzzy.

“Hi,” Alba grinned, clasping her hands together in front of herself as her bottom lip found a home between her teeth.

“Hi.” Robin breathed out with a big smile, heart beat drumming in her ears just from the sound of her soft voice.

She couldn't help but stare, to get lost and just stand there and admire every part of the beauty in front of her. The way her white floral printed dress flowed in the light breeze, like a dream in slow motion, and the galaxy of freckles dancing over her pink dusted cheeks. Her eyes drifted up to the warmth in hers and a dark brow raised which brought her back from the dream she got lost in.

Get it together, it's not like it's the first time you're seeing her.

"Are those for me?" Alba nodded her head to the flowers in Robin's hands that she was apparently holding much tighter now than before.

She nodded back with a smile. "Yeah I don't know if you like flowers but like who doesn't but then again I understand if you're allergic or something like that or is it even possible to be allergic to flowers I don't know-"

The cutest giggle Robin had ever heard made her rambling stop as it floated through the air between them. "I love flowers. Relax Bee, they're very beautiful. Wildflowers are my favorite. "

Robin handed her the bouquet while gesturing at her, "You're very beautiful as well."

She watched her cheeks grow a touch pinker at the compliment, the hint of yellow in her eyes sparkling brighter under the afternoon sun as her lips curled into a smile.

“Way to make a girl blush, Buckley. I thought it was the other way around,” she teased.

The blonde felt the heat creep up her neck, settling onto her cheeks and making her face feel like it was on fire. Jesus Robin, you’re not even in the car yet. She cast her eyes down to her feet with a sheepish smile on her face.

“There it is, god you look so pretty when you’re flustered.” She felt Alba move a little closer and suddenly her hand was on her cheek, her tender touch urging her blue gaze back to hers.

“You look beautiful too, Robs.” She declared brushing her thumb along her cheekbone before her hand traveled down her arm. Fingertips grazed her skin, the light touch leaving little fires in their wake until she reached her hand.

Hovering just above hers for a minute before she linked their pinky fingers together, “Shall we?”

Alba was sweet and opened Robin’s door for her before getting in behind the wheel and turning the engine over. Robin couldn’t believe how pretty she was and found herself staring at Alba more than the world around them.

“Robin?” Alba said, shit, Robin thought. She had totally asked her a question.

“Sorry I was distracted,” Robin admitted.

“I asked if you’ve seen The Princess Bride, at the drive in.” Alba smiled at her, it was big and bright and god was it perfect.

“No,” Robin said. “I tried to get Ed and Steve to go but they pouted and ganged up on me. We ended up seeing Evil Dead 2. Which was disgusting and completely uncreative.”

Alba giggled as Robin rambled on about the movie and its faults. “No, don't stop,” she said when Robin’s cheeks flushed. “I love listening to you talk about movies.”

“You do?” Robin asked.

Alba leaned over, taking her hand off the wheel to give Robin a gentle squeeze. “Why do you think I’m taking you to the drive in?”

Albas hand on her thigh was enough for Robin to freak out again. Not a bad kind of freaking out, rather a ‘Jesus Christ she’s touching me’ kind of freak out.

“I don’t know, I-I thought that maybe because you like movies and you work with me and that’s why you wanted us to go, besides there’s not really anything else to do in Hawkins but I never really thought that-”

“Robin.” Alba interrupted her rambling with a huge grin on her face.

“Sorry,” she winced and drew her brows together. She did it again: overthink everything out loud. Steve once said she should try to think before she just starts rambling but that only worked once when she and Steve were out to get some lunch and she couldn’t decide what she wanted so instead of deciding multiple different times, she stepped aside and took her time.

“You don’t have to be sorry at all, just…don’t be nervous,” Alba smiled at her, “there’s nothing to be nervous about, right? It’s just me.”

“I think that’s easier said than done, really.” She chuckled nervously, looking down to her lap where Alba’s hand was still resting on her thigh.

“Hm, maybe we should try something that makes you less nervous then,” Alba took her hand back and Robin let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “What makes you comfortable, Bee?”

“Um my friends make me comfortable…sometimes,” Robin muttered, not sure if Alba had even heard her, but from her answering snicker it was clear she had.

“I’m glad about that because it’s their fault we’re here now,” Alba said with a sweet smile. “Well, Steve’s if we’re being specific.”

Robin’s stomach fell through the floor. “What?!” She squawked, trying to not let panic overtake her.

“Yeah, we were talking in the video store and he noticed that I asked about you a bit too much maybe…he might have mentioned that you thought I was cute so I decided to ask you out.”

Alba flushed prettily but Robin’s face turned a ghostly pale as panic set in once more.

“I’m gonna kill him. Stop the car, I can’t do this!” She whispered. “I knew it was too good to be true!”

“What are you talking about Bee?” Alba squeezed Robin’s thigh once more. “I’m glad he said something because it gave me the confidence to speak up. We probably wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for that conversation!”

“He shouldn’t be meddling,” Robin grumbled, but this time the feel of Alba’s hand seemed to calm her a little.

“Yes he should,” Alba said with conviction. “Now, are we seeing this movie or not?”

“We…we’re seeing the movie,” Robin gulped.

A soft giggle came from beside her as a small blush crept across Alba’s cheeks, “I was really hoping you were going to say that”

“Well how could I say no to that smile of yours?” Robin mumbled shyly, hesitantly placing her hand over Alba’s, sliding her fingers in between and squeezing lightly.

Alba grinned and nodded in satisfaction, turning her attention back to the road. Her hand remained on Robin’s thigh, with her thumb drawing small, soft circles into her skin. Robin’s eyes fell onto their hands, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, letting out a short breath. Despite how mad she was at Steve in this moment, if this night went the way she wanted it to, she might actually have to thank him for having a big mouth.

The butterflies were still swarming every one of her senses, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than her deep seated, burning crush on the girl sitting next to her. It was the first time Robin had actually been out on a proper date and the thought of being out in front of other people plagued her mind. It helped a little knowing that Alba had made the first move, and they were in this together. The sweet, funny girl who had managed to frustrate and bring immense happiness to Robin all at the same time.

They both fell into a comfortable silence, as they approached the drive in. Fingers still interlocked as Alba’s hand rested comfortably atop Robin’s thigh, the butterflies still fluttering around her insides but her heart beating calmy almost like they had always been meant to be like this.

When they arrived, Alba purchased the tickets waiting until the very last minute she had to let go of Robin’s hand and pay for them only to find her hand once more just as quickly as she had left it. She found them a parking spot with the best view possible and once they were there, she turned off the engine.

Alba gave Robin’s hand a squeeze before letting go and reaching towards the back seat to grab a small bag.

“I brought you these,” she said with a bright smile reaching the bag out to Robin. Her heart soared when she opened and saw some Reece’s and a box of Runts, her favorite candy.

“I know they’re your favorites. Well, I gathered since you’re always munching on them at the store. We just need popcorn and drinks now. So, you wanna head over there with me, sweets?”

Robin stared at Alba in awe, as if nothing in the world could be more perfect. She had not only remembered her favorite candy but she had made a mental note of which ones Robin preferred without even asking. “I don’t know your favorite candy,” Robin blurted, feeling guilty for never paying close enough attention to Alba’s mouth, she was always lost in her eyes, not paying attention to anything else.

“My sweet tooth is very specific,” Alba winked, “I’ll tell you later if you’ll let me,” she whispered and climbed from the car, leaving Robin’s mind swimming with the possible answers.

Alba opened her door for her and extended her hand, lifting her from the car and linking their fingers together. “Are you sure?” Robin looked down at their hands and just knew it would cause trouble.

“If I wanna hold my girl's hand on our date, I’m going to, Robin, is that okay?” Alba waited for Robin to work through the anxiety that swirled beneath the surface. Her girl.

Robin stared at her in shock, knowing full well that every emotion that crashed through her in that moment was written all over her face.

“Yeah,” Robin shook her head, pushing away every terrified thought of what people might say and filling the space in her mind with the image of Alba smiling at her, or the way the string lights reflected in her massive honey brown eyes and especially the way her skin felt against Robin’s as she tightened her hold on her hand.

The walk to the concession stand wasn’t long but every step felt like walking on clouds with Alba. A group of basketball players whistled and hollered at them as they passed but Alba was quick to shut them up with a dirty look.

“Do you want to share popcorn?” Alba walked up to the window and looked back to Robin who could only nod. “Perfect, more opportunities to accidentally touch you,” Alba giggled as Robin turned the color of a tomato and ordered a large popcorn and two drinks.

Robin watched Alba talk with the server, smiling and joking as she swung their joined hands back and forth with a confident nonchalance that Robin could only dream of. As if she could hear her unspoken thoughts, Alba smiled across at Robin and lifted their hands to her lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of Robin’s, crinkling her nose in a sweet smile before turning back to the server.

Robin’s brain short-circuited.

She stood there with her mouth agape and her fingers still entwined with Alba’s. It was only the gentle tugging and the giggle from the best girl she’d ever met that brought her back down to Earth.

“Bee? Are you functioning? You wanna help me carry these?” Alba giggled.

Robin cleared her throat and did her best to shoot Alba a soft smile, “Ye-yeah, yes of course,” she breathed a chuckle and let go of her girl's hand and grabbed the cold, wet paper cups.

The cold drinks were soothing to the heat that grew under her skin the longer she was in Alba’s presence. It was still hard to wrap her mind around the fact that they were actually out on a date together, but Robin was determined from here forward to make it a great night. The thoughts of doubt and fear could wait until she got home.

“What’s uh, what’s your favourite movie?” Robin asked as they made their way back to the car, continuing to ignore the dumb jocks that stared and made not so clever quips about the two of them.

Alba hummed, and pop a piece of popcorn into her mouth, shimmying her shoulders as she thought, “Okay I’ll tell you, but you can’t laugh”

“I promise,” Robin smiled over at her, her blue eyes tracing the perfect slope of her nose, and watching Alba’s lips as she snuck another kernel.

“I love The Neverending Story,” she replied quietly, “I know, I know it’s considered a kids movie, but I just love it. And if you ask me, that scene at the beginning where Artax dies was not suitable for kids, it makes me cry!”

“Not that I’d ever admit it in public but…same,” Robin chuckled, fumbling with the door handle as she balanced the cups in her other hand.

She managed to open the door and stood aside so that Alba could climb in. With a grateful smile Alba slid along the bench seat to the driver’s side, put the popcorn on the dash, and then held out her hands for the drinks so that Robin could sit next to her.

Once she was inside, Robin leaned forwards to fiddle with the radio, trying to tune it to the right frequency for the movie but she struggled, finding nothing but static. Warm fingers enveloped her own as Alba leaned close, her breath soft against her ear as she murmured.

“There’s a trick to this Bee. You gotta use a soft touch.”

Alba scooted even closer until their arms grazed each other. Feeling the warmth and softness of her skin made goosebumps litter along Robin's skin as waves of heat made an appearance inside her body. Such a simple touch, yet it felt like this girl could light up her whole world to the fullest no matter what she did.

She was a breathtaking and an addicting kind of light.

With a helping hand, they searched through the frequencies until voices filled the car along with the opening scene on the big screen in front.

"See? The softer you are to the touch, the better." Alba smiled while biting down on her lower lip, her thumb drawing soft circles on the back of Robin's hand without breaking eye contact.

If Robin would have caught on fire, she bet this is exactly how it would feel like. She cleared her throat and reached for the cup to take a sip. If she could, she needed to take a whole bucket of just ice to cool down at the moment.

“I definitely need to remember that trick for the next visit.” Robin smiled softly.

“You have a permanent seat in my car,” Alba cooed as the movie started. The first few moments as the images flickered across the giant screen just beyond the windshelf felt endless. Robin didn’t know what to do with her hands or feet, she felt itchy and warm all over and wasn’t sure how to get comfortable.

“Are you cold?” Alba asked, reaching over the seat she pulled a large blanket from the back and as Robin lifted the food from her lap, Alba situated them beneath it. “Better?” She asked.

Robin could tell that Alba knew what was going on, that Robin was just shaking because she was terrified of messing everything up. But she appreciated that Alba just took care of her without question or in need of an explanation. Under the blanket she felt Alba link their hands together carefully, tugging it into her lap as she leaned over into Robin.

“Favorite color?” Robin asked. She wanted to know everything, all of the little things she had missed while being too distracted with Alba’s eyes.

“Lavender,” Alba cooed.

Robin rested her chin against Alba’s head and breathed in the sweet, floral scent of her shampoo. It tickled her nose and made her laugh a little as she felt her body relax against Alba. She had to be the luckiest girl in the world, watching a movie with an angel.

“Favorite band?” Robin whispered, needing to know more about Alba.

“Queen,” Alba answered in a lazy, sleepy voice.

“Don’t tell Eddie that,” Robin giggled. “He’ll have you in the basement of Steve’s house listening to every record he owns if he finds out you like rock music.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Alba peered up at Robin, “spending time with you all outside of work, and if listening to every record he owns gives me more time spent laying in your lap, consider me sold.”

Robin swallowed tightly and nervously ran her fingers through Alba’s curls, twirling them around her finger at the end. Her hair was smooth and felt like satin against her hot skin. “I’d like that alot.” She finally answered.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to tell Eddie we’re having a listening party soon.” she mused, a playful glint in her eyes that made Robin’s stomach flip every which way.

Her tongue jutted along her bottom lip before it found a spot between her teeth, “I can do that for you- us.” She promised, fingers dancing along the curve of Alba’s arm feeling the trace of forming goosebumps that followed in their wake. Chestnut eyes bore into hers as her pretty, plump, pink lips curled into a closed lip smile.

She lifted her chin up, the warm air from her exhale fanning along Robin’s neck as she did so, blowing away every single thought out of her mind as she registered their current closeness.

Alba’s lips brushed against her skin as she whispered, “Could we also have one just for us?” Sealing her question with a kiss just below her jawline. Robin could have sworn the breath that hitched in her throat was her last one. This was it, she was a goner. Or it already happened and this is just what her afterlife was. The prettiest and most amazing girl in all of Hawkins pressing kisses to her skin while she laid against her.

“I would like nothing more,” Robin whispered back, taking in a small shaky breath.

She felt a wash of short confidence flow through her nerves as her head tilted, meeting Alba’s gaze. The flickering of the screen as the movie played on around them illuminated the green specks that littered her iris’. She swallowed thickly as their lips brushed together, butterflies exploding throughout her belly.

“Alba…” she whispered again, rubbing the tips of their noses together, “I-...”

“Kiss me,” Alba replied, tilting her head up to meet Robin’s lips. Letting out a small breath, Robin leaned into the soft kiss, pressing her lips against her girls and allowing the feeling to wash over her completely. Alba’s lips were sweeter than she had ever imagined and it felt as though they fit together like two perfect pieces of her favourite puzzle. A hand came up and cupped her cheek, Alba’s thumb gently tracing her cheekbone, as Robin allowed her own to reach forward and lightly rest on Alba’s waist. Robin pulled back to catch her breath quickly before diving back in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. Alba’s tongue teased her bottom lip causing her to part them and allow access, their tongues dancing together.

With a panting breath, they pulled back once more, Robin catching Alba’s gaze with a shy smile, “That was…”

“Incredible,” Alba finished for her, brushing a piece of her dark blonde hair behind her ear before resting her hand on the side of Robin’s neck.

A soft smile spread across her lips. She could feel her own pulse rush against the palm of Alba's hand from the taste and feel of their lips colliding repeating in her mind. Her thumb drawing circles under Robin's jawline made her eyes flutter from the soothing touch.

Invaded was her mind now. With her touch, her scent, her voice...everything Alba and the beauty of it all.

And she wouldn't have it another way if it meant she could lock it all inside a chest to keep to herself forever.

Alba's warm eyes glimmered as they searched her face, licking her lips before a playful smile escaped through. She leaned closer to ghost her lips over her ear that brought pleasured goosebumps along Robin's skin.

"Just as you, sweet Bee," She whispered.

Robin exhaled deeply as she gained another dose of confidence, cheeks dancing in flames. Her lips found a home in the crook of the beautiful girl's neck, planting lazy kisses against her skin as her hands stroked the curves of Alba's waist.

"Alba..." She breathed out, lips grazing along her skin while the butterflies went wild through her body. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because you're-..."

Alba placed her hands on either side of Robin’s face and lifted her head to lock eyes. "My," A kiss to the nose, “dream,” down to the cupid's bow.

“I could say the same about you,” Robin whispered, her lips against Alba’s.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Alba murmured.

Another breath-stealing kiss passed between them and Robin kept her eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of the beautiful girl in her arms. Thick, dark, eyelashes lay against a cheek flushed pink with arousal and Robin groaned with desire.

“You’ve got me Alba,” she promised with a whisper, deepening their kiss once more, opening her mouth and allowing their tongues to meet.

Shifting even closer together on the seat, Robin slid one arm up Alba’s back pulling her into her chest whilst the other tangled in her wild dark curls. She felt Alba’s fingers teasing along her side and at the front of her shirt, desperate for more contact.

Alba squeezed at her waist, her fingers dug into her supple skin through the fabric of her shirt and Robin gasped into their kiss. The feel of her want sending a wave of electricity through her nerves that made her toes curl inside her sneakers.

Alba pulled back from the kiss slightly, her brown eyes peering up at Robin’s through her lashes. Her free hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Bee, if it’s too much you tell me ok?” her voice a low whisper against her lips as her thumb stroked her skin softly.

Robin slowly moved down the hand she had laid on her sweet girl’s back, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth as their chests rose and fell in tandem. She smiled and hooked a finger onto the belt that cinched her waist, “I will, I promise. And whenever you say stop we will,” she breathed. “But right now, it’s not enough.” She finished, her fingers curled into her hair pulling her lips flush to hers in a wanton kiss as she tugged on Alba’s dress begging her to get closer to her. Alba swung her leg across Robin's, placing her hands on her shoulders as she settled atop her lap.

Robin looped her arms around Alba, tugging their hips together as they got more comfortable with one another in the front seat. Robin couldn’t get enough of how sweet Alba tasted and found herself chasing the high that her lips gave her. She tickled her fingers across her back, running in small circles that made Alba wriggle under her touch. Robin could feel the fireworks lighting off in her stomach as Alba’s tongue slipped into her mouth and her hands wrapped into the back of her hair tugging her even closer.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” Robin was breathless when Alba pulled away gently, she lingered close by, their lips practically touching as her brown eyes searched for Robin’s.

Alba brushed her nose against Robin’s jaw sending sparks through her body down to her toes, “we’re going to miss half the movie,” she giggled.

“I don’t care,” Robin sighed, tipping her chin and reconnecting their lips in a long, feverish kiss that made the rest of the world turn into nothing but hazy lights and muffled conversations.

Alba's hands drifted down over Robin's arms to her waist, fingers brushing over the blonde girl's exposed, heated skin as she played with the hem of her shirt. Her touch full of tease and it felt as if flames tickled Robin's skin making her groan into the kiss as Alba took her lips into her mouth and sucked gently with a pop.

Alba pulled away slightly with their lips still brushing against each other. "You sure about that, angel?" She whispered while her hips wiggled even closer to her.

A playful smile danced across Alba's plump lips before she lowered her head, leaving open mouthed kisses over Robin's neck as those warm and beautiful honey brown eyes peered up at her through her thick lashes. Robin was out of words, her heart now definitely skipping more than one beat and when the girl nibbled on the sweet spot right under her ear, she wondered if she even had a heartbeat at that moment.

A soft whimper left Robin’s lips as her hands skated up Alba’s arms, tangling into her dark brown curls. The chatter from the movie faded into the background as the sweet sounds of Alba’s hums filled her ears. She felt Alba’s hands skate further up her shirt, tracing the lines of her ribs with her soft fingertips as her thumbs teased the hem of her bra.

The heat under Robin’s skin ignited into a full flame and she could hear the blood rushing around her body. Her breath quickened as her heart crashed against her chest. She couldn’t think about anything other than the feeling of Alba’s lips as they traced every inch of her neck, leaving wet kisses across her throat.

“Alba wait - I, I can’t-” Robin breathed, shaking her head and dropping her hands stop the movement of Alba’s, “I’m sorry, I just - I need to -”

“Robin, hey, look at me,” Alba sat back, bringing her hands out of Robin’s shirt and placing them on either side of her face, “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain,” she smiled softly, pressing her lips gently to Robin’s once more, before moving off her and sliding her arm around Robin’s shoulder, “let’s finish the movie, hm?”

With a small nod, Robin tried to catch her breath and focus her attention back on the screen in front of them, but thoughts of how she’d ruined their evening crept in. She pulled her lip between her teeth and leaned her head over to Alba’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tilting her head up slightly to catch Alba smiling down at her.

Alba shook her head, and pressed her lips to Robin’s forehead, “You never have to be sorry for needing a break,” she answered, “I only ever want to make you feel comfortable and safe with me.”

Robin believed her, and usually the unwanted feeling of doubt overwhelmed her in moments like these but something in Alba’s soft voice and warm eyes made Robin feel so secure about it all. It didn’t take much time for Robin to sink into her side and find home in all her curves as the movie played out and the credits rolled on the screen before them.

She found herself talking in circles about the storyline of The Princess Bride, “realistically, a man would never go to such lengths for a woman. They just don’t understand the emotional turmoil behind loving something that much let alone, putting their lives on the line. If that was me-”

“Bee,” Alba looked down at her, “I should get you home before the brady bunch comes searching for us.” She giggled, showing Robin her watch that read midnight.

“Oh,” Robin grimaced, “I’m sorry, I get in these head spaces where I’m just consumed and I lose track of time. You’re probably exhausted.”

“If I didn’t have to take you home, I wouldn’t. But I think Harrington owns a gun,” Alba laughed.

“Wheeler owns the gun,” Robin laughed, “it's her you should be scared of.”

"Really? Well, I don't want to find out who would look more terrifying with it. Let's get you home safe, sweet pea." Alba chuckled when a big yawn escaped through Robin's lips, kissing her nose and heavy lids softly before they both buckled up and drove away from the drive-in.

The ride home was quiet but comfortable, the only sound in the car was the rumbling of the engine. Alba had placed her hand on Robin's thigh and stroked her softly with her thumb in comforting motions as she rested her head on her shoulder. Every now and then she looked away from the road to lock eyes with Robin, smiling so brightly down at her with only pure adoration in her eyes and it felt as if her heart got wings.

It all felt so peaceful, but it didn't take long until the unwanted thoughts in Robin's mind came to life once more. Although she felt like the true, believable signs were so obvious and there, she couldn't help to think at the same time how it was going to be after she passed the threshold of the house. This couldn't be a one time thing. Having the time of her life with an angel that she thought only existed in her dreams. She wanted everything Alba again. Always...

"You're too adorable when you do that," Alba's velvety voice got her back to reality. Looking out the window, she noticed she'd already arrived back home.

Robin placed her hand over Alba's and squeezed it. She wanted to spend every second that was left holding her before they needed to say goodnight. "Will you walk me to the door?"

Alba grasped her chin and kissed her. "You really thought I wouldn't want to walk you and hold your hand one last time for the night?"

A light blush crept up upon Robin's neck as she bit down on her lower lip with a smile. They climbed out of the car and Alba was quick to round the car to grasp Robin's hand in hers, taking their sweet time in their walk before they stood outside the door.

Alba turned to embrace Robin in her arms, placing her forehead against hers and Robin took the opportunity to breathe in her sweet scent while she ran her fingers up and down her arms.

"Thank you for the most perfect and amazing evening, Bee. I mean it, don’t for once think you’re getting rid of me now. I'm glued to you." Her sweet laugh was contagious and made Robin’s body feel all warm and fuzzy.

She skated her left hand up her arm until she was cupping the side of Alba’s neck, brushing her thumb softly along her jawline as she placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Can I see you again tomorrow? Like on a date. I know we see each other at work all the time or well mostly all the time cause we don’t always have the same shifts so if it’s too much just tell me I get it I just really wa-”

The brunette pressed her lips tightly to Robin’s as her thumb drew small soothing circles against the skin of her hips and backed away with a smile.

“Sorry,” Robin voiced shyly, the heat creeping up to her cheeks.

“Don’t, I like your little rambles,” Alba stated, her big brown eyes holding her stare lovingly. “I don’t know if that answered your question but, I’d love that. I mean I don’t even wanna leave you right now,” she laughed.

“It’s a date then.”

Robin watched as she bit the corner of her lip trying to hold back her growing smile, longing for it to be her teeth that bit into the plump skin.

“It’s a date,” She confirmed.

The blonde dipped her lips to hers one last time, whispering good night against them as they parted. She let her hands fall, her right lingering just inches away from Alba as she turned to open the door of the home she shared with three of the most important people in her life. As the door swung open, she felt Alba’s delicate fingers close around her hand pulling her flush to her body in a wanton kiss. Her hand found purchase at her hips as she tried to keep herself steady.

A loud wolf whistle sounded from behind them, and Robin let out a loud groan as she spun around, staring daggers at the culprit. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been expecting slack from the guys afterwards, but part of her had hoped they’d at least wait until Alba had left before they started.

“Munson, are you serious?!” Robin snapped as an embarrassed blush made itself known on her cheeks.

Alba laughed and pressed her lips to Robin’s cheek, which only made it worse. “What?! It was a compliment!” Eddie justified, tilting his head and smirking playfully at the girls, “Hi Alba, I’ve heard so much about you” Steve slid down the last two carpeted stairs and came to stand beside Eddie, his hands landing on his hips, “And may I ask what your intentions are with our Robin? We’re very protective of our girl,” he teased.

“Oh my god,” Robin turned back to Alba and pressed her lips into a thin line, “You don’t have to answer that, please ignore them, I’m so sorry”

“No don’t be, they’re being funny,” She smiled sweetly, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Excuse me, I thought we told you to be home by midnight! It is 12:15 young lady!” Nancy sounded as she rounded the corner from the kitchen. “You have got to be kidding me,” Robin groaned again, bringing her hands up to her face. Alba’s fingers moved to wrap around the blonde’s wrists, pulling her hands gently away before moving to wrap her arms around Robin’s neck, “I should go,” she giggled softly, “But I’ll see you tomorrow”

With one last soft kiss, ignoring the whopping and hollering that was sounding from her friends behind them, Alba made her way back to her car, saying a quick goodbye to Nancy, Steve and Eddie. Robin couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto her lips as she watched her girl drive away. The whole night seemed like a dream, as if any minute now she was going to wake up, still with her school girl crush on this girl and no idea what to do about it.

In the back of her mind, Robin knew how grateful she was for her friends pushing her to do this. To allow herself some resemblance of happiness after everything. They had learned that it was better to take these little chances in life instead of letting them pass by.

As Alba’s car disappeared, Robin’s face fell as she spun around to face her friends, “I am going to kill all three of you,” she stated sternly, as she rushed into the house, and swung the door shut behind her. Laughter and smacks from a couch cushion echoed through into the night air as a new feeling of joy enveloped the large home.

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Once Bitten

Summary: Whilst vacationing on a Colorado Ranch to try and overcome your writers block, you find yourself being drawn to the cowboys that staff the ranch rather than getting any actual work done. After a small accident in the truck you find yourself a lot closer to one cowboy in particular, who has a secret you are about to discover.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3204

Tags: Chris Evans (Actor) & Reader, Chris Evans (Actor)/You, AU Vampire Chris NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, neck biting, Vampires, Oral Sex, Cum Play

Notes: This is a rewrite of a old Hiddleston fic, but i felt it fit with Chris too. The original was written 5+ years ago so may not be my finest work.

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You bounced in the seat of the truck as it made its way along the dirt track back to the lodge, a cloud of dust spewing from beneath the wheels. Clinging to the steering wheel, your knuckles white, you wished you’d taken the bigger, newer truck, the one with power steering. And a heater. And Seatbelts. But no, you had taken the smaller older one instead as it was easier to park.

Your cousin’s Colorado ranch had always been a refuge for you, so when you were suffering from writers block you’d asked if you could rent their lodge for a few weeks, hoping the quiet solitude of the Colorado landscape would inspire you. Little did you know that the only things around that would inspire, would be tumbleweeds and cowboys. And as a crime writer being inspired by watching lithe and toned men riding horses all day was not helping, in fact you were soon to end up in the romance isle of the bookstores, especially watching their taught and muscled thighs as they clung to the horses, sweat dripping down their bodies, hats tipped to the low autumn sunsets;

“HOLY CRAP!”

You were suddenly drawn out of your daydream as the one and only bend in the track had snuck up on you as you, slamming on the brakes but it was too late, the tyres skid on the loose earth, and you ploughed into the ditch, coming to an abrupt stop, albeit at a 45º angle.

Coughing as the cloud of dust settled, you groaned as a pain shot through your head, pulling yourself up to the driver’s seat you glanced into the rear-view mirror. A slight cut on your forehead, you touched it lightly and winced, there was going to be one hell of a lump there in the morning. Testing your limbs and you were relieved that they all worked fine.

“Darlin’, y’alright?”

The sudden voice at the side of the truck startled you, making you squeal and let go of the steering wheel, causing you slide over the bench seat to the far side of the truck. It was Chris; one of the ranch hands, in fact the one in particular you’d been trying to keep out of your mind.

“Miss?” He enquired

Snapping out of your trance you finally squeaked out an answer;

“Chris, thank you...yes I’m fine.”

“Here, lemme’ give ya’ hand.” he said, wrenching the door open and reaching into the truck as you extended your hand, and he was pulling you out of the truck and onto the side of the road. You swayed slightly, a sudden rush of blood to your head.

He steadied you, watching you sway slightly before you settled;

“You’re bleeding...” he said, his nostrils slightly flaring, those intense eyes staring at the wound on your head.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a plaid handkerchief, gently pressing it to your head wound. His tongue lightly reached out and touched his top lip with concentration as you felt his light touch, his fingers cold against your heated skin.

“Do you need a ride Miss?”

Hell yes you thought, but you realised the ride that you had in mind was probably not what he meant.

“That would be very kind of you, thank you” you replied as you managed to pull your mind from the gutter you said with a smile, hoping you weren’t stumbling on your words too much.

“Great!” He said with a smile that sent shivers down your spine; “I’ll just untie Vincent...”

“Vincent?”

“My horse.”

You paled a little. In the weeks you’d spent on the farm you’d so far managed to avoid actually riding a horse, they didn’t like you, you didn’t like them, even after a lot of trying on your part with you offering them carrots and sugar cubes over the fences, trying to stroke their noses and generally be nice to them, you’d been nibbled, snorted at, and most of the time they just ran off leaving you coughing and spluttering from the dust they stirred up.

You watched as Chris strode over to the fence where he’d tied Vincent and busied himself unhooking the reins, turning to you as if presenting his steed to you. Reluctantly you walked over, not entirely sure how to even get onto this damned beast.

“Just put your foot into the stirrup and pull yourself up.” He said as he held the animal still.

Right. Well. Ok. You might as well try, knowing you were more than likely going to make an utter fool of yourself. Foot into stirrup and gripping onto the saddle, you heaved yourself up. Imagine a toddler trying to climb over a beach ball but getting stuck halfway; butt in the air, you’d neglected to swing your free leg over the horses back and as you now tried to lift your knee the horse to start shifting. This wasn’t going well, and you were just thankful that Chris couldn’t see your face that had no doubt turned a rather comical look of indignant frustration on it right then.

“Here let me help.” As he rested his hand on your free leg “Lift your knee and part your legs, you need to swing it over to get into the riding position.”

Well duh, your mind was now not on the kind of riding you were currently attempting, but as you felt Chris’s strong hand lift your knee over the saddle you were suddenly upright and sat on the horse. You wobbled a little where your feet had fallen out of the stirrups, but your mind was soon elsewhere as Chris lifted himself skilfully onto the saddle behind you, settling in, his crotch pressing against your butt.

You chanted a little mantra in your mind to keep your thoughts of arousal at bay as he arranged the reins and you set off, the weight of his body pressing you forward in the saddle, pressing your crotch against the little uppy-holdy-thingy at the front of the saddle that you presumed was a form of a handle for when only one person was using the saddle.

Soon you were on your way, Chris clicking his tongue and the horse slowly turned towards the ranch. The gentle rock and sway of the horse as it plodded its way along the track soon had you a little worked up, not to mention the hardness you were starting to feel press into the back of your jeans. In an attempt to distract yourself you started chattering away, attempting to make small talk whilst trying to disguise the fact you were a little breathless from the gentle pressure that was tormenting you, turning you on. You were thankful for the darkness that was descending around you as you were sure when you did get off this damned animal the front of your jeans would be soaked through. Chris was more of a listener than a talker, very few words of his being part of your conversation, yet as you felt his breath on your neck, your voice faltered and you spent the rest of the journey in silence, until your cabin appeared over the hill, the last rays of the sunset making the windows seem ablaze.

As you rode past the windows, you saw your reflection in them, you riding the horse. You. On a horse. Just you. Wait, what? Before your mind could process the sight Chris pulled on the reins and Vincent came to a halt at the bottom of the porch steps, letting out a little snort as it did so;

“Let me get off first then I’ll give you a hand down.”

Chris skilfully hopped off the horse, making it seem so graceful. Now it was your turn; swinging your far leg over the saddle you got halfway there but your foot got caught in something. Giving it a little shake it caused your body to overbalance, and you watched almost in slow motion as you practically oozed off the horse into an upside down heap, your foot still caught, your shoulders on the ground and your foot suspended above you.

You heard Chris suppress a snigger; “Not a natural rider are ya’?” as he reached over and unhooked whatever had caught your foot, causing you to fall to the ground with a grunt. He quickly hooked the reins over the porch and extended a hand to you, pulling you to your feet. You swayed a little, falling against his chest. Oh the scent – spice and musk – you could have buried your face into that plaid shirt and just inhaled, but perhaps not, perhaps that’d be just slightly inappropriate, you reasoned with yourself.

Pulling yourself right again you were still slightly unsteady on your feet, you felt Chris’s arm around your hip as he helped you up the porch steps and reached for the door, pushing the pair of you inside. You turned to thank him but he was suddenly upon you, his long arms around yours, pinning them to your sides, there was a sharpness to his movements as he spun you around so your back was against his chest. He tilted your head to one side and you realised it was not passion that was driving him. You felt his lips on your neck then the sharpness of teeth. Very sharp teeth. You screamed as you felt them pierce your skin, struggling in his arms as you felt a burning on your neck, the teeth sinking deeper. You could hear the suckling noises as he drank from you, his lips firmly against your neck, his tongue massaging the spot below where his teeth had breached your skin. You started to slump in his arms, realisation that you’d fallen into the arms of a monster. But as your body relaxed, you started to feel the desire within you build again. The feel of his lips and tongue on your neck was now dulling the pain his teeth had caused. You relaxed in his arms and found your feet, pressing back against his chest, not realising your desire until you groaned as his lips moved against your neck.

You reached back, your arms grasping onto the sides of his jeans, pulling him against you. You could feel that he was hard, and very big from the feel of it. His grip around your torso loosened, and one hand moved up to where your shirt was buttoned, ripping down in one swift motion, buttons springing apart as they flew off. His hand splayed over the soft flesh of your stomach, running up to your bra, and slipping inside to grasp on your breasts. Never releasing his lips hold on your neck, but you could no longer feel his teeth within you, only the soft suckling of his tongue.

He released his grip on you but rather than running you simply span around in his arms and pulled him down so his lips met yours. You could taste a metallic tang on his lips and tongue and realised it was your blood. Rather than disgusting you it turned you on even more.

You ran your hands to his chest, fumbling with the buttons as you rid him of his shirt, running your hands over the soft jersey of his tee before pulling that up so you could touch his toned chest, down his stomach to where a small trail of hair led to further delights below.

Never breaking contact with his lips you blindly worked on his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and working your hand inside, feeling his hard dick loose within the denim. Not releasing him your other hand lowered his fly, allowing you further access and his firm hardness heavy in your hand.

Breaking away from the kiss you grinned up at him, his gaze boring deep into you, a slight look of shock on his face.

“You’re not running. Ya’ not scared?”

You didn’t answer, instead you started to drop to your knees, keeping hold of his dick as you ran your other hand down his thigh, your fingers softly running over the firm muscles, gently tickling the hairs that covered his skin. On your knees you looked up at him, licking your lips before pressing them forwards and placing a gentle kiss on the tip. Running your tongue over the slit, tasting the salty liquid that had pooled there.

Never breaking eye contact you opened your mouth and took his hard shaft between your lips. You slid your tongue along the seam underneath, bobbing your head slowly up and down. As you watched Chris’s face you could see his fangs descending again, his eyes becoming hooded until his head tipped back. Taking him deeper you felt his tip against the back of your throat, inciting a groan from above you.

Pulling back off you lightly grazed your teeth against his dick, catching around the head and gently over the crown. Well, if he was going to violate you with his teeth it’s the least you could do as payback. However he seemed to enjoy it, as his hands flew to your head and you heard him mutter;

“Oh god Darlin’, do that again.”

Happy to oblige you repeated your actions, running your teeth over him, lightly all the time and then down his length, taking him deep again. On the third pass you heard a hiss escape from his lips; “Enough”, before he roughly pulled you to your feet, and crushing you against his chest for a rough kiss.

He toed off his boots and stepped out of his fallen jeans, walking you backwards over to the couch, spinning you around so the front of your thighs were against the upholstery. Bringing his hands up to your breasts, he grasped the front of your bra, tearing it in two, before roughly pawing at them, your nipples rubbing against his calloused palms.

You felt his lips against your ear; “You’re hot for me... so desperate and eager. I like it.”

His hands lowered to your jeans, releasing your fly and pushing the material away, before rubbing his hand between your thighs, feeling how wet your panties were, pushing at your folds through the cotton, as he rutted into the crease of your butt; “So wet for me... does fear turn you on?”

“I’m not afraid.”

He chuckled into your ear; “You should be...”

He ripped the material in two, letting the remains of your panties fall to the floor before pushing you over the arm of the couch, leaving you prone and your thighs wide.

Steadying yourself on the cushions you glanced over your shoulder, admiring Chris’s near naked body, his dick in his hand as he came up behind you. He paused for a moment as he pulled his crumpled tee over his head before steadying himself with a hand on your rump and you felt his tip against your swollen pussy. As he slowly ran the tip up and down your folds, soaking it with your juices, you moaned, wriggling your hips, needing to be filled.

“Getting desperate for me?” Chris said with a heavy voice

“Just fuck me, now!” you practically screamed at him.

“Your wish is my command.” and before you could brace yourself he’d pressed into you, sinking deep on the first thrust. He seemed to go on forever, inch after inch slid into you, only for it all to be suddenly withdrawn and thrust back in one making you squeal;

“Yes! Oh God!”

“You couldn’t get farther from God if you tried.” and with that he set off at a punishing pace, fucking you hard, bent over and prone to him, his big hands gripping tightly – painfully – onto your hips as he used your body.

You’d never been fucked so hard or so well, you were writhing on the sofa in ecstasy, the man, no; the monster behind you never relenting on his actions on your body, making your juices flow down your thighs, his large hands spreading your legs wider so that his thick girth could gain further entry. You felt one of his hands flutter over your rump.

The suddenness of his palm making contact with your behind made you squeal, your breath catching in your throat as you anticipated another, not to be disappointed when his palm made contact with your other buttock moments later.

Something you hadn’t liked to admit to any of your ex’s is that done right you were quite happy with a bit of spanking, but those that had attempted it had always done it half-heartedly.

“Oh fuck, Chris... please... don’t stop.”

Never letting up on his pace of fucking your pussy he started to spank you in time to his thrusts, and as you felt your orgasm building, you gripped tightly onto the cushions of the couch;

“Yes yes yes yes yes, more, harder!” All spluttering from your mouth, begging and pleading, getting closer and closer, until your body succumbed to the pleasure, gripping onto him as you rode out your orgasm, writhing beneath his touch, rocking your body, the waves of ecstasy flowing over you as it overwhelmed your mind.

Chris smoothed his palms over your reddened cheeks before going back to gripping your thighs, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he now drove into your pleasure soaked body.

Suddenly he pulled out and grasped your shoulder, pulling you round and down to your knees. As he towered over you, his voice low and deep;

“Open your mouth” you did as he asked, on your knees in front of him, he furiously stroked his dick, you reached for your tits and played with them;

“Such a good girl” he praised as his body went rigid and he started to cum, watching as ropes of it sprayed over your face and chest, dripping down between your tits. One last spurt, and he brought his dick up to your lips where you gently took him in, tasting your combined pleasure on it, gently giving it a single suck before releasing him.

He staggered back and found the breakfast bar, resting against a barstool. Both of you out of breath, a hungry silence hung in the air, only broken by the sounds of your breathing as you still gasped for air.

You were the first to break the silence; “How come I didn’t need to invite you in?”

“It’s not your home. I can come and go as a please as long as it’s not the persons main residence.” Chris replied.

“You’re really a vampire?”

“Do you need more proof?”

“Are you going to turn into a bat or something?”

He sighed; “Why would I want to turn myself into a bat?” a small smirk appeared on his lips;

“Anyway I suggest you get up off your knees Darlin’, I’m not done with you for the night yet”. He said with a very dirty grin now spreading over his face.

No longer afraid you got to your feet;

“I’ll be ready for you in the shower”

You made your way to the bathroom, looking over your shoulder as you swayed your hips;

“You coming?”

“Yup, and so will you be Darlin’”

#chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x you #vampire!Chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader

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dapandapod · 3 years

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Lucky

A piece of Lambden for the Bog Fluff Battle! On Ao3 Here! Just a little bit of Aiden with a hurt leg and Lambert bringing him to Kaer Morhen over the winter to keep him close protect him. :) 8. Falling asleep mid conversation 27. First time meeting parent(s)/family

It has been a long week. Lambert has been pushing them to get to Kaer Morhen before the pass closes. They started too late, weather now unpredictable and full of dangers.

Aiden has had a hard time keeping up, still recovering from a nasty cut in his thigh and it’s taking more out of him to ride than usual. Lambert feels a little bad about it, but if they don’t want to get caught in yet another snowstorm and then have to turn back, they have to keep their pace.

Lucky that they actually got horses this time around. Last time Lambert made the trek someone decided to steal his horse as he was taking a contract.

Fucking bastards.

Lambert made sure no one even got close to the horses this time around. Not making that mistake again. This is taking enough time as it is.

Bringing Aiden to the keep is, well. Not risky, but not his best idea either, probably. For some reason, Vesemir has a thing against the cat witchers. The combination of finding a Cat friend (that he probably likes a little too much) and the promise of pissing Vesemir the fuck off is too good to resist. And taking into consideration that Aiden actually is hurt and could use a safe place to recover, there is simply no discussing it.

It is cold as shit, and when they camp for the night in an abandoned shepherd's hut they have to cuddle close together. Lambert will never admit how much he enjoys being close to Aiden. Not to anyone, least of all Aiden. He falls asleep while watching Aiden, hair falling into his face, mouth hanging slightly open as he snores.

In the morning Aiden's leg is stiff.

“Shut up, cat, and let me do it,” Lambert says, taking out a jar of ointment from his bag that he definitely didn’t pick up especially for Aiden. “We'll lose precious time if you're too sore to ride.”

Yeah, Lambert. Good cover. But Aiden doesn’t argue, he just pulls down his pants and presents his thigh. There might be a twinkle in his eye that makes Lambert's stomach flip, and Lambert ignores it with an angry huff. Like one does while hiding a crush.

He massages the ointment to the wound, carefully, and does not react when Aiden does breathy little sounds, thank you very much. Not until he’s done anyway.

“Felt good, kitty?” He smirks when Aiden is fastening his belt again. Aiden doesn’t miss a beat however, and winks back at him.

“Your hands always feel good on me, Lamb.”

Yep, that is all it takes for Lambert to turn his back and flee into all the things that have to be done. He is not blushing, it’s the cold. Leave off.

They are closing in on Kaer Morhen. Only another day or so, and they will be there. Lambert recognizes hunting trails and running tracks as they pass. But it’s getting late and Aiden is swaying in the saddle. So Lambert leads them towards a small cave that he found once and padded with moss. Hopefully there won’t be other inhabitants, but one never knows.

Lambert swiftly slides off his horse, but Aiden is still sitting in his saddle.

“You ok there, kitty cat?” Lambert asks, walking over and placing a hand on Aidens thigh. Aiden blinks blearily down at him and then looks around.

“Oh. We stopped.”

“Yeah. Come on down from there. I’ll catch you.”

It says a lot on how tired Aiden is when he just nods without further comment, lifting his leg over the saddle and sliding down into Lambert's open arms. He grunts when his feet catch the ground, despite Lambert bracing him.

“Stay here for a second?” Lambert says. “I’ll just tend to the horses and then we’ll get you inside and see to that leg.”

“Always took you for a caveman,” Aiden teases, and yawns before he can stop it. They are still standing close, so Lambert gets a face full of bad breath. He flicks his forehead in revenge, and then manhandles Aiden out of the way so he can remove bags and gear. It’s not completely safe, not even this close to the keep, so he will have to keep an eye out for the horses during the night.

As soon as the horses are settled, they make their way inside the cave.

“We really should put some more ointment on that.” Lambert comments when he sees how badly Aiden is limping.

“If you want to put your hands on me, Lamb, you only need to ask.” Aiden says, but it's sleepy and mumbled and utterly adorable.

“Alright. Aiden, let me put my hands on you.” Lambert snarks back, and Aiden blinks slowly at him in surprise.

“Drop your pants, kitty.” Oh yeah, that’s a blush. He seems to be unable to find words, opening and closing his mouth again, but he is doing as he’s told.

Something warm flutters inside Lambert, and he flicks Aiden's forehead again.

“Idiot,” he says and makes Aiden sit down so he can apply the ointment.

It’s a silent affair. Lambert massages and pats it in around the injury, mindful of the raw scar that is still there. As soon as he is done, he wipes his hands and settles so he can see out of the cave, having a look out for dangers. Aiden is tucked in next to him, wrapped in their blankets and furs. Lambert snags just the one, Aiden's body next to his helping plenty to keep his temperature up.

“I never said thank you.” Aiden says suddenly.

“For what?”

“If you hadn’t been there, I probably would have stayed the winter in some cave in the south.”

“Ah yes, which is very different from the cave we are in now in the north.”

“Yes, very different. You’re here.” Aiden mumbles, words a little slurred. Aiden allowing himself to be this vulnerable with Lambert around is… it makes Lambert want to hold him close, protect him from the world. He is not very used to that feeling.

“You’re welcome, kitty. You are lucky I'm the best friend there is,” Lambert says, trying to sound cocky. But it’s hard.

Aiden yawns again and suddenly there is an arm thrown over his legs and a forehead pressed into his hip.

“You really are,” Aiden says and then he is gone. Fast asleep, mouth hanging open like usual and hair all over his face.

Lambert looks down on him, and allows himself a moment of weakness. He pulls the hair out from Aidens face and tucks it behind his ear.

Something he’s been wanting to do since the first night he saw the other witcher asleep in all his messy glory.

Aiden's arm tightens around him and he cuddles a little closer. Lambert smiles and looks out into the darkness, preparing to meditate during the night. It’s peaceful, Aiden's snoring and the sound of the horses. Calm settles in him, and he feels himself sinking into it.

Kaer Morhen is every bit the ruin he remembers it to be. An echo of its grand self, walls long since broken and crumbled. Rats scurry here and there, making excellent target practice for the little princess that recently has taken up residence in their keep, along with her caretakers.

“Princess!” Lambert yells when she sees him, jumping from a high wall and into his arms without a trace of fear.

“Manchild!” she squeaks back when he hugs her close and spins her. That is a new insult.

“OI ESKEL! WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING THE CHILD!” he yells up the wall, and indeed, Eskel's head poke out with that hideous grin of his.

“Prefer manbaby? We can do that!” He yells back down and Lambert flips him off.

“Ooh, look what the cat dragged in!” Another voice pipes up and Jaskier's head appears next to Eskel.

“Bard!” Aiden exclaims, and Jaskier does the same fearless jump into his arms as Ciri did. The fuck?!

Geralt darts out when Jaskier jumps, for an entire second scared that his bard has fallen to his death, but no.

“Oh. It’s you,” He says and returns to whatever he was doing up there.

“You know each other?” Lambert asks, feeling like he is missing something important here.

“Who doesn’t know Aiden?" Eskel says back, and alright, Lambert did not expect that. Aiden winks at him and puts the stupid bard down.

That night, Vesemir insists that he and Aiden share a room. He knows this Cat, he says, and he doesn't trust him further than he can toss. Which in itself is an insult, because apparently Lambert is how far Vesemir can toss. Meaning very much out of sight on the other end of the keep.

They at least get a big bed, even if it is only one. Jaskier smirks big time when he learns what room and where and does waggly eyebrows at him every chance he gets.

Fucking bard.

As soon as they are alone, Lambert shoves the little jar of ointment in Aidens hands.

“Massage your wound,” He says, words short and clipped. He can’t put the finger on why he is angry, but he is seething. He bustles about, unpacking his bags and claiming whatever space he can before Aiden can put his paws on it, as he usually does whenever they have shared a room.

“Not helping me today?” Aiden asks, a curiously blank expression on his face.

“No?” Lambert replies, sorting his clean socks from the dirty ones. Coming home from travels always means laundry. “You seemed to be walking just fine today. And awake enough to do it yourself.”

Aiden is silent until Lambert turns to look at him.

“What?” He mutters, debating whether or not he should toss the dirty sock in Aiden's face. The face that everyone in this fucking keep seems to know somehow.

“Why are you angry?” Aiden asks, fiddling with the jar in his hands.

“I'm not.” Lambert lies, turning back to his laundry.

“Is.. is this because of what I said the other night?”

“No.”

“No? Then is it because I hugged the bard?”

“No,” Lambert says through clenched teeth, and alright, maybe he is. Aiden seems to notice, and there is a shuffling behind him, and then Aiden is slumping against Lambert, back to back.

“I have a confession,” Aiden mumbles, leaning his head back against Lambert's shoulder. It’s warm, comfortable, and it pisses Lambert off all the more that he feels that way.

“Please tell me you didn’t fuck the bard.”

“What? No! Geralt would have killed me if I even looked that way!” Aiden huffs, and well, fair. But is that the only protest he has about it? A fear for his life?

“Listen. I… I might have been nervous.”

“About what?”

“About meeting your family. It’s a big deal.”

“What do you mean?” Why does that sound, well. Like they are together? It puts a little spark in Lambert's stomach, chasing away that ugly anger.

“Of course I didn’t know when you would invite me. But I knew you would eventually. And I, uhm- I wanted them to like me.”

Aiden turns his head so his forehead rests against the back of Lambert's head. Lambert lets the socks drop to the floor, putting his hands on his thighs.

“Aiden.”

“I know.”

But does he? Does he really? Lambert wants to turn around and look at him, wants to figure out those cryptic words.

“I really am lucky.” Aiden says after a moment. “To have you in my life, I mean.” “Why are you sweet talking me, kittycat?”

“Maybe I want you to turn around and kiss me? And stop throwing a fit because you are jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” Lambert protests, but he turns around and just does that.

Aiden isn’t smiling when Lambert turns. Just looking at him, that stupid wild hair of his all over his face. Lambert tucks a lock behind his ear, just like before, and kisses him.

A soft drag of lips, lazy nips and licks like they have done nothing else in all their years together.

When they part, Lambert strokes a thumb over Aiden's cheek, still looking at those lips. Maybe he should lean in, kiss him more.

“Tell me again how lucky you are to have me in your life.” Lambert smirks, noticing the blush on Aiden's cheeks. Witchers can’t blush, bullshit. “And this time, no falling asleep on me.”

“Aww, I was planning to use you as a pillow!”

“Brat.”

Some hours before daybreak, Lambert wakes up with a start. Across his chest lays Aiden, startled awake by Lambert.

“Wait. Kittycat. Are you the reason Vesemir dislikes cat witchers?!”

“Uhm… Look. There was this incident with an egg…..”

#lambden #lambert x aiden #the witcher #bog fluff battle #kaer morhen #hurt aiden #caring lambert #snarky boys #fluff #kaer morons #because they are #i dont make the rules #geraskier #eskel #ciri #vesemir #egg incident #dapanda writes

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passable-talent · 4 years

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May I please request a zuko fix where the reader is a huge flower buff (like knows the meanings and names) and is more graceful and peaceful rather than a fighter despite being a fire bender and zuko thinks she doesn't care or take the war seriously and when zuko joins the gang he doesn't see how much she contributes until he sees her taking care of everyone one night and questions the others and learns she in fact is a fierce fighter and he takes her up on a challenge to see for himself

playful fight? where there’s a lil pride involved? but there’s also a lot of pining? hmmmmm

also I love/hate writing fight scenes bc they’re SO FUN but also I’m such a perfectionist (and actually a martial artist so like... I see flaws u know?) that I actually have to get up and act them out and that’s time consuming but also a good workout so whatever ? I guess

you would not believe the amount of flower research in both the avatar and real world I did before going into this ask

this is too much to preface a story with gd I’m annoying but I hope u don’t mind that I was gender nonspecific. It’s a thing with me since there’s like never any male readers on tumblr. so even though you kinda asked for female reader I made it gender nonspecific because that’s what I do I hope it’s ok

anyway here we go!!

Zuko simply did not understand.

The house where his family vacationed was big and beautiful, and a good place to hide until Sozin’s comet. What he never had noticed, until now, were the flowers growing all around the courtyard and the path to the beach. Over the years of disregard, the more exotic flowers had died and been replaced by native life, taking over much more than the flowerbeds he barely remembered the staff taking care of. There were fire lilies, those he recognized, but there were many other flowers that he had never bothered to learn the name of.

Y/N knew all of their names.

He didn’t understand you. He couldn’t figure you out. You were of the fire nation, and a bender, but he had never seen you fight. All you did, as far as he could tell, was pull the others away from danger, settle fights, and tend to flowers that seemed perfectly capable of survival all on their own. It’s not that it bothered him, but it did, because you seemed so absolutely noncommital. Nonchalant. Indifferent. How had another citizen of the fire nation come to the realization that the fire nation was evil, and gathered up the courage to join the avatar, and yet didn’t seem to care about the war at all?

When he’d first met you, he thought you didn’t have much use to the team at all. He thought you just another kid caught up in the war, like the others that were at the western air temple after the day of black sun. But after the brief battle with Azula, he came to see your worth.

“If only we had some Aloe,” you’d murmured as you passed him, on your way to Sokka’s side after he had complained of a sunburn, riding all day on Appa’s back.

“Can we get some?” Katara asked, leaning against the side of Appa’s saddle.

“No,” you replied, “too far away. It only grows near the Si Wong desert, and we definitely can’t go there right now.”

“So what can we do?” asked Katara again, and you shrugged, settling down beside Sokka, on his right while Toph clutched onto his left arm.

“The medical treatment for burns in the fire nation are less advanced then you’d expect. But there’s a few plants that can be soothing- even if not as much as Aloe. If there’s any banana leaf nearby our destination, that may help.” Zuko, though he’d remained silent, cocked an eyebrow in surprise. Medicinal knowledge of plants- that seemed extremely useful, especially given the group’s nomadic behavior. He briefly wished that you had been around while his uncle had had his quarrel with the white jade bush.

More so, though, in the following days he began to see your similarities to Katara- you were kind, and caring, and you made sure that the group was taken care of. You sat through worries and soothed fears the best you could, and that was admirable. You almost reminded him of his mother.

One question was left on his mind. If you were a fire bender- why did Aang need him to teach him firebending?

After you had gone to bed one night, he sat around a fire with Aang, Sokka, and Toph to pose that very question.

“Is it because they’re not a very strong bender? I’ve never even seen them use firebending, they must not be that good.”

“Oh, no,” Sokka said, “they’re actually really good. Probably better than you.” He laughed a bit after his words, earning a punch in the rib cage from Toph, which made Zuko think that Sokka was only trying to tease.

“Really?” He asked, looking to Aang, whose information he’d trust.

“Yeah,” Aang said, “they’re good. But they didn’t want to teach me- said that they didn’t have enough formal training. I think they just didn’t want to be that violent. They’re a pacifist, like me.”

“I could see that,” Zuko said, gazing into the fire. In his fingers he twirled an orange cyclamen, which you had given him before you’d gone to bed. When he’d asked why, you had responded that ‘it was a flower without meaning*, and the color reminded you of him’. He didn’t know what to do with it now, though, before he went to bed. He didn’t want to toss it in the fire, as that felt too heartless, but he knew it was dying now that it was picked. So, when he stood to return to his room for the night, he crouched by one of the overgrown flowerbeds and propped it up in the soil.

Maybe, from its turmoil, it would grow roots and live. Or maybe it would die surrounded by the beauty of the other flowers.

After spending all night wondering the true extent of your prowess, when morning came Zuko decided to find out.

“Spar me,” he said, catching you alone in the courtyard. “I need to be reminded what it’s like to fight a fire bender, and I’ve been told you’re quite good.” You let a little quirk of a smile onto your lips and turned to face him, tilting your head.

“You sure? What if it hurts your pride?” He shook his head, expression stoic as ever.

“It won’t. Either I’ll beat you or I’ll learn.” You took off an outer layer you’d been wearing and, carrying it, made your way toward the beach.

“Good way to think about it,” you said, laying down your jacket on a stone just outside the entryway. But as you straightened back up you planted your forward foot and flashed your other foot up and across, sending an arc of flame toward the prince. He quickly noticed that the game had begun and diverted the flame to his left, sliding his foot into a strong stance before punching flames toward you. By this time you had completed your spin and dove out of the path of his fire, rolling onto your feet and into a tight stance, your hands at your chest. You took them to your left, then swung them to your right to add momentum to your spin, lifting your feet from the ground for a round kick that sent another arc of flame toward him. He dove forward to get out of the way, getting closer to you, and sweeping one of your feet out from under you. You landed on your back, your fall cushioned as much as it could have been, and he pinned you down by hovering over you.

“You’re impressive,“ he said, and you gave him a look somewhere between pleading and fondness. His moment’s hesitation allowed you to swing your foot and use both its momentum and a shove from your elbows to flip him onto his back, your two foremost fingers creating a fire dagger at his throat, not close enough to threaten. This was only sparring, after all.

“Have you forgotten the rules of a match? It’s not over until the opponent yields.” He smiled, slightly, as he looked up at you.

“I yield.” You chuckled and stood up, giving him a hand to right him on his feet as well.

“You have more honor than I,” you told him, knowing that you only won thanks to trickery. A slight laugh rumbled from his chest and he tossed your jacket toward you again.

“How I’d love for my father to hear you say that.”

*a cyclamen a flower that, when given, expresses sincere feelings of admiration and romance. y/n was cheeky

-🦌 Roe

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Riding High

Ch2: Hey Sailor

Chapter Summary: Mary is excited for her first riding lesson, and it seems that she’s not the only one…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Again, as you will all know I’m a Brit so apologies if too much British horsey lingo slips into this…ASK away if you don’t understand. Tagging all my SSB/CSI readers…if you want in or off the list PLEASE just tell me. This chapter is a bit of a filler, things start getting a bit more interesting in the next one, and then we’ll be diving into the Gifted story line in Chapter 4.

Thanks to my beta reader/sounding board @icanfeelastormbrewing for her input and her modes of transport kink...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 1

“Mary…” Frank sighed. “Take the boots off and get in bed.” “You told me that Miss Gallagher said I needed to wear them.” she looked at him.

“Yeah, but you can’t wear them in bed…”

Mary flopped onto the side of her bed and reached down to unzip the boots before she kicked them off and Frank picked them up and placed them out of the way. Mary shuffled down under her covers and lay her head back on the pillow and, once she was settled, Frank gently smoothed her blonde hair back off her face and smiled at her. Times like this she really did remind him of Diane.

“Frank?”

“Yeah?” “Can I read for a little while?” she asked.

Frank rolled his eyes “Mary…”

“Please!”

“Fine, fifteen minutes tops. And I’ll be in to turn the light off, ok?” With a grin she sat up and reached for her latest book- Moby Dick, and he dropped a kiss to her head and left her to it. He made his way into the kitchen, cleared the dishes and then grabbed a beer his attention turning to the table which was had clear, the other half scattered with the parts from one of the engines he had been working on. He knew he really shouldn’t bring this home with him but sometimes it was just easier.

His phone buzzed and he reached for it, glancing down at the unknown number.

“Hi Mr Adler, just a courtesy message to remind you of Mary’s lesson tomorrow at One. If you can’t make it please let me know ASAP so I can offer the slot to someone else. Otherwise see you then. Regards, Fliss.” Frank smiled, like he would have chance to forget. Mary had talked of nothing else since Saturday. His fingers hovered over the reply button, before he dropped the phone back down. He didn’t need to reply…did he? I mean…

Oh fuck it. What was a bit of harmless flirting? He picked the phone back up and tapped in a quick response.

“Like I’d have chance to forget. She’s been like a broken record since Wednesday. I had to pry her

boots off tonight as she was threatening to wear them in bed.” Setting the phone down he headed back through to check on Mary, her 15 minutes was over. He found her fast asleep, book clutched to her chest. Gently taking it from her, he slipped the bookmark into the page and turned off the lights, making sure she was tucked in. When he moved back into the main part of the trailer he had a reply.

“Brilliant! That’s what I like to hear. Get used to it, you’re going to hear about nothing but horses now for the rest of your life.” “Great, I can’t wait…” he set his Nokia down, not really having a smarter response to that, so he gathered a few pieces of the engine, setting to work. About five minutes passed and his phone went again.

“You know I offer starter lessons for adults too, maybe you should try it, see if you understand what the fuss is all about.” “No thanks, my feet stay firmly on the ground. Unless I’m on a boat.” “A boat? I didn’t have you pegged as a sailor?” At that Frank let out a bark of a laugh.

“I’m not, not really. I fix them. And besides, you don’t sail speedboats.” “What do you do then?”

“You drive them.”

“Do you drive them on water?” “Dur.” “That’s called Sailing.”

His work abandoned, he took a pull from his beer bottle and shook his head, smile tugging at his lips as he replied.

“But they don’t have sails…” “It’s a boat. It goes on water. It’s called Sailing.” “Alright, I bow to your superior knowledge…” “Glad we agree…even if I do detect a serious underlying tone of sarcasm in your message. See you tomorrow Sailor.” He laughed again, shaking his head. He tapped in a goodnight and placed the phone down, turning his attention to his work.

***** “What are you grinning about?” Bill Gallagher looked at his daughter as they walked across the field, Thor and his own dog, Rupert, hurtling ahead in front of them, their flashing collars keeping them located in the twilight.

“Oh, nothing, just winding someone up.” she smiled “One of the dad’s from tomorrow’s lesson, trying to convince me you drive, not sail, a speedboat.” “Hmmm…well they don’t have sails.” Bill mused.

“Whatever, they go on water, they sail.” Fliss shrugged, slipping her phone back into her pocket as Frank’s ‘Goodnight’ rounded off their conversation.

“So, who is he then?” Bill asked.

“Oh, his name’s Frank.” Fliss replied, nonchalantly, but her dad didn’t miss the flicker of a smile that hit her mouth.

“Is he the one that your mum said was eyeing you up in the bar?” “He was not eyeing me up.” Fliss groaned “He was just being friendly.” “Sure he was.” “Dad.” she warned him, nudging him with her elbow.

“What?” “You know what!” she laughed “Stop it.” “Alright.” he smiled, holding his hands up “I yield, it’s just nice to see you happy, that’s all.” “Well, I am.” she said after a moment, and she meant it “The last six months the riding school has taken off, I’m feeling more, well, myself than I have in years. Just need to find an apartment now.” “Well, on that.” Bill looked at her. “Me and your mum have been thinking. We thought, maybe, you might want to move into the annex. We can do it up, gives you your own space…”

Fliss paused walking and turned to her dad. “That’s where Steeby stays though, when he comes out with Sian and the kids.” “There’s plenty of room in the house.” Bill shrugged “And they come like what, four times a year? It’s stood empty the rest of the time.” Fliss bit her lip.

“It’s just an idea and your brother won’t mind. Look, I know it’s probably not what you had in mind, living in your parent’s annex but for the time being until the Yard starts to turn over more of a profit we just thought it might give you a little bit more freedom.” “Whilst still staying close.”

“I want to keep you safe Titch.” Bill shrugged “I didn’t do that before but,” “Dad don’t.” Fliss shook her head “None of that, it wasn’t your fault. I hid from everyone what was happening…you didn’t know.”

“I should have.” he sighed “You’re my daughter.” “He had everyone fooled, including me. This is no one’s fault but his, I get that now.” Bill smiled and pulled her into a hug. “I know.”

“We should head back.” Fliss smiled, pulling away. “Mum will be wondering where we are.”

“You have anything to finish off?” he asked

“Nope, everything is out for the night and looks reasonably settled.” she squinted at the various horses dotted across her land.

“Hmmm, unlike this fencing.” Bill frowned, examining the broken bit of post and rail that Fliss had patched up with electric tape “This could do with replacing, love.” “Yeah, I know.” she shrugged “I was going to mention it but forgot. The temporary fix has worked for the time being.” “I’ll stop by and do it tomorrow.” he nodded, “Won’t take me long. I’ll level that top field as well whilst I’m at it if you want.” “Thanks Dad” she smiled. In comfortable silence they made their way back towards the main part of the yard. *******

Fliss grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in her office and took a long drink. The heat was pretty intense today, and she was just wondering if really holding Mary’s lesson as advisable when she realised it wasn’t like they’d be doing anything too strenuous. She adjusted her baseball cap and walked back onto the yard, shouting instructions to the three members of staff to go and take a water break. Just as they were passing her towards the office, she saw Frank and Mary walking onto the yard. Mary was sporting a new riding hat and Fliss couldn’t help but smile.

“Well check you out!” she said, tapping the little girl on the head “Nice hat.” “I liked the silver on it!” Mary grinned, pointing to the sparkly strip that ran along the front.

“Me too.” Fliss nodded. “I have the same hat but mine has blue sparkles.” she straightened up and looked at Frank. “Hey Sailor.” He gave a snort of a laugh “I told you, you don’t sail speedboats.” “They go on water.” Mary said, “Its’ sailing.” “Ha, see!” Fliss laughed

Frank sighed “Whatever.” The corners of his mouth turned up and he handed Fliss the forms he had brought back.

“Oh great…” she thanked him “I’ll just file these and then Ruby will get Monty ready. I thought you might like to help her.” Mary nodded eagerly. Fliss excused herself and Frank heard her shouting something and a moment later a tall, wirey Hispanic girl emerged from the office with a saddle. Fliss followed, bridle slung over her shoulder and gestured for Mary to follow. Frank watched as the girl skipped off following and headed after her at a slower pace, rubbing at his neck which felt like it was burning. He’d slathered Mary in sunscreen before but of course had forgotten his own.

He stepped into the relative cool of the barn and watched as the stable hand was explaining to Mary what each piece of tack was as she began to place it onto the pony. He knew Mary would be taking all of this in, just like she did with everything, and Roberta would be hearing all about it later on.

Fliss handed over the bridle and stepped back, heading towards Frank. “I normally do have the ponies ready” she said, almost apologetically “But I thought she’d enjoy this bit.” “You thought right.” Frank laughed “I was just thinking to myself she’ll be chewing our neighbour’s ear off later.”

Fliss smiled and they both stood in silence watching until the other girl said they were ready.

“Alright, let’s go!” Fliss grinned and they walked out into the yard. She took the pony from her staff member with a thanks, and walked with Mary following into the riding paddock. Frank leaned on the fencing outside as Fliss led Mary and Monty over to the wooden mounting block at the side.

“Ok, so…” she turned to Mary and patted the top step “Climb up here…” Mary hopped up.

“Left foot in this stirrup,” she instructed. Mary placed her foot in. “Left hand here,” she guided it to the front of the saddle, “and then I want you to swing your right leg over.” Mary did as she was told, sitting down on the saddle.

“Good stuff kiddo!” Fliss smiled as she checked the stirrups “Ok, so we need to put these up a hole so…”

She busied herself shortening the stirrup leathers, and eventually when she was happy she nodded.

“So, what we’re gonna do for today is a bit of walking around, and stopping, and then if you’re happy with your balance we can try a bit of trot ok?” Mary grinned.

“Right…so take your reins…” Fliss showed her how to hold the reins correctly, and then she slipped the lunge line through the ponies bit and looked at the girl. “If you feel wobbly or anything you grab this…” she said, gesturing to the leather strap around the pony’s neck. “And shout to me ok?”

Mary nodded.

Fliss began to walk besides the pony who followed her like a dog. Mary all the time concentrating on what she was doing. Fliss explained to her how her legs made the animal go, and how to make it stop, and they practiced that for five minutes before Fliss moved slightly further away to let Mary take a bit of control, instructing her to go, then stop, go, then stop…

Frank watched intently. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly nervous about Mary falling off but he knew that he had to let her discover all this for herself. He leaned further over on the fence, watching and couldn’t help but smile at the look on Mary’s face, she was concentrating so hard her brow was furrowed, tongue poking out from the side of her mouth.

“Your kid?” a deep voice with a similar accent to Fliss said and he turned to his right to see a tall, stocky guy in his sixties, maybe, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans looking at him.

“Neice.” he nodded, “First lesson.” “Ahh...” the man chuckled “Yeah I remember Fliss’ first lesson. I crapped myself.” Frank let out a laugh “Yeah, I’m a little nervous.” “Bill Gallagher” The man stuck his hand out “Fliss’ dad.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Frank.” Bill looked at him, nodding before his attention turned to the paddock “Hey, Titch, sorry to interrupt…” Fliss stopped the pony and turned to her dad “Hey.” “Fencing is done but I can’t get that bloody tractor started, so the field’s gonna have to wait.” “I can look at it.” Frank offered immediately “I mean, if you want.” Bill turned to him, “You a mechanic?” “No he’s a sailor.” Fliss shot back and Frank rolled his eyes.

“I fix boats. Engines, that type of thing.” “Huh.” Bill nodded appraisingly. “Well if you wouldn’t mind…” “Not a problem. Mary you okay here if I go for a minute?” Mary looked at him “Dur.” Bill let out a chuckle as Frank turned to him “Tell me raising them gets easier.” “Oh no mate.” Bill shook his head, grinning “You just get different shit to deal with.” Frank followed the man round to the back of the barn and spotted a dark green baby tractor. Bill explained what it was doing and Frank crouched closer to have a look before he headed to his truck for the jump leads.

After ten minutes or so he’d found the problem. They could start it, but it wasn’t holding any charge. Meaning when the turned the engine off it needed jump starting again.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the alternator.” he chewed his lip, stepping back “I’ll need to strip it down to see whether I can repair it or if it needs a new one but we can get it started again you can do what you need to do for today.”

Bill nodded “So not quite ready for the scrap heap?” “Not quite.” Frank smiled, wiping his hands on his jeans “Just needs a bit of a fiddle with.” “Don’t we all?” Bill quipped, making Frank laugh. They jump started it again and Bill thanked him before hopping on and heading over to the gate that led to the field.

By the time Frank returned, he was surprised to see that Mary was now riding the pony almost unaided in a circle around Fliss who was holding the end of the line attached to the Monty’s bridle as it trotted around. Mary was gripping the strap round the pony’s neck and trying to rise in time to the trot. It was clumsy and she was a little bit out of balance but that didn’t matter. He could hear Fliss shouting gentle encouragement to her, counting out the rhythm and eventually Mary fell in time with her counts.

“Good!” Fliss beamed “see, I told you you’d get it…” This continued for another 5 minutes or so before Fliss told Mary to slow Monty down to a walk and give him a good pat. They walked the pony around for a while, to give him chance to cool down a little before Fliss walked towards Mary gathering up the line as she went.

“That was awesome for a first go!” she said, smiling “Did you enjoy it?”

Mary nodded “Yeah, it was really cool!”

“Good!” Fliss said. “Now I’m gonna unclip the line and walk around for a bit. He’ll follow me but when I stop I want you to stop him yeah?”

Mary nodded eagerly and she unclipped the line and began to walk. Fliss knew Monty would stop when she did but she wanted to let Mary have a go anyway. They did a lap of the paddock and on the second she stopped by Frank.

“Look, Frank!” Mary smiled “I’m not on the line.” “Yeah, I see!” he smiled at her “Good job!”

“How’s my tractor?” Fliss asked.

“Think it’s the alternator. We got it started for your dad but I’ll need to strip it down properly…I can come back tomorrow and sort it properly if you want?” “Oh, I don’t wanna put you out.” Fliss started to protest but Frank shook his head

“It’s no bother, honestly.” he ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t promise I can fix it but I’ll be able to see if I can or if you need a new one.” Fliss looked at him and then nodded “Alright, but in that case today is free.” “No, that’s not why I offered.” Frank began to protest but Fliss shook her head

“I know.” she smiled that damned gorgeous smile again, and Frank felt his stomach flip. “But I’d like to.” Frank looked at her for a moment, her brown eyes locked onto his and he swallowed, nodding. “Ok, thanks.” “Wait am I coming back tomorrow?” Mary asked

“I’m booked up, sorry sweetie.” Fliss looked at her “But you’re welcome to come anyway, that is if Frank says its okay. You can always give Monty a groom.” “We’ll see. “Frank looked at Mary.

“I can put her to work.” Fliss said, grinning “Nothing like a bit of child labour.” “That’s illegal.” Mary said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Fliss looked at her and Frank gave a chuckle.

They made their way out of the paddock and Fliss showed Mary how to swing her leg back round the saddle and slide down. She landed on her feet and took the reins from Fliss’ hand, leading the pony back to his stable. She helped untack and then Fliss handed her the bridle to carry. They walked into the office and Fliss tapped a code into the door to the left and led them into a tidy tack room, rows of saddles and racks adorned the wall along with bridle pegs and a few shelves full of rugs and blankets for the horses. Fliss slipped the saddle onto a spare rack and then directed Mary to Monty’s bridle peg. Frank took the bridle from her as the peg was a little high and hooked it over.

“Now, you need a drink.” Fliss looked at Mary “I got water or some apple juice.”

“Apple please.” Mary said. Fliss nodded and headed back into the office, giving her a juice box from the fridge “Frank?”

“Oh, errr, water would be great thanks.” She handed him a bottle and he screwed off the tap.

“So, do you want to book in again now or do it tomorrow?” Fliss looked at him. “I think she’ll cope on the group lesson fine.” “So when do they run?” Frank asked, swallowing his water.

“Saturday afternoons at two.” Fliss said. “Or Wednesday at six.” “Can we come Saturday?” Mary asked.

Frank hesitated “I did say you couldn’t do this every week.” “Yeah but you didn’t pay for today.” Mary shot back.

Jesus Christ

He glanced up at Fliss who was biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

“Fine, you can come this Saturday but then that’s it, we go to every other week like we agreed, okay?” Mary nodded.

“Settled, I’ll book you in.” Fliss grinned. “If you get here about quarter to I’ll introduce you to the other girls before you join.” Mary frowned a little, before she recovered and nodded. “Okay.” “So do you like work here every day?” Frank asked and Fliss nodded

“Mostly. If I want a day off then I get Joanne to cover the lessons and the girls can open and close up.” she said “But it’s few and far between. Like I said, still in the early days so…”

Frank nodded “Yeah I know what it’s like, trying to get yourself established.” “I take it you’re a self-employed sailor then?” Fliss smiled and he gave a grin back and nodded.

“He takes me for rides.” Mary said “In the boats sometimes.” “That’s really cool. I’ve never been on speedboat.” Fliss mused.

“You should come with us one day, right Frank?”

Frank hesitated a little, surprised to find that he wasn’t filled with dread at the idea of her joining them.

“I’m sure Fliss has enough to be doing without you demanding more of her time.” he shot the girl a look, his tone even.

“Yeah, I’m very busy.” Fliss smiled, offering him a way out. He shot her a thankful look.

“We can do it when you’re free…” “Mary!” Frank’s tone was exasperated as Fliss laughed.

“Maybe one day.” she said, nodding.

This placated the girl somewhat and she bounced off towards the truck.

“Sorry.” Frank turned to Fliss “She can be a little bit…” “Tenacious?” “I was gonna say a pain in the ass.” Frank shrugged, causing Fliss to laugh, her soft chuckles made him feel a little warm, or maybe it was the afternoon heat…

“She’s a good kid.” Fliss said gently.

Frank smiled and then jerked his head in the direction of the car park “I better…” “Sure.”

“I’ll drop you a message about tomorrow?” Fliss nodded “Yeah, but don’t put yourself out.” “Well I owe you now for the lesson so…” he shrugged “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah, guess you will.” Fliss smiled. There was a pause again and Frank nodded, before he turned and headed after Mary. He turned to look over his shoulder at Fliss who was now walking back towards her office before he wandered onto the car park to find Mary was now chewing Bill’s ear off.

“For the love of God.” he mumbled as he drew nearer to find her mid discussion with the man about the Olympics.

“Did you go?” she was asking.

“You bet!” Bill smiled “I’ll tell you something else as well…” “What?” “Those fences are even bigger in real life than they look on the photos.” “It said on the internet she jumped One meter forty!”

“The internet?” Bill asked.

“Yeah, we googled her.” Frank groaned “Mary.” “What?” she looked at him. “I was just saying…” “Well don’t.” He said, “Truck, now…”

“It was nice to meet you Mary.” Bill smiled as the little girl bid him goodbye.

“Sorry.” Frank apologised to him.

“Don’t be silly.” Bill waved his apology off. “She wasn’t doing any harm.”

“I meant about the google thing.” Frank sighed. “We weren’t prying, she was just curious after seeing the medal and…” Bill shook his head “Kids are nosey.” he shrugged.

With another nod he climbed in the truck and turned to Mary with a sigh “What did I say to you about not telling Miss Gallagher we googled her?” “I didn’t.” Mary said “I told her dad.”

There was a pause as Frank contemplated what she had said, and realised technically she was right. He should have closed that particular loop hole. “Smart ass.” He grumbled back, before he clipped in her belt and they left.

***** Fliss was surprised to see Mary wasn’t with Frank the next day. Frank explained he had come straight from the boat yard so she was busy doing some lesson work with their neighbour. “Gives me chance to work without her continually running around causing a nuisance.” he had explained, setting his tools down by the tractor.

Fliss chuckled, “Ok, well, I got another client due in a second so just give me a shout if you need anything.” He nodded. It didn’t take him long to realise he had been right. It was the alternator. He took the engine apart and was leaning over it on the flat bed of his truck when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to look at Fliss.

“It is the alternator, but it looks like it’s the brushes inside.” he said, “I can fix this.” She nodded, the movement almost imperceptible, and he frowned at the look on her face. She’d glazed over in front of him, eyes were widened, almost like she was stuck in a memory.

And she was. Something about the fact he’d been leaning over the back of a truck, his grubby t-shirt riding up slightly, dirt on his hands and arms had stirred a really inappropriate thought in her head…which in turn had triggered another flashback.

“He was fixing the car.” Fliss looked at John “I offered him a drink, that’s all…” “He was in our kitchen.” John advanced “I saw you looking at him. Admiring him…” “I wasn’t…”

“Don’t LIE TO ME!” John’s voice as loud and then there was a stinging slap to the side of her face, which sent her reeling. As she recovered, the ringing in her ear still loud from the blow, she gently reached up to her cheek, tears stinging her eyes. John’s face was immediately apologetic, and he reached out for her, causing her to shrink back against the counter.

“You hit me.” she gasped.

“Sugar, I’m so sorry.” John stuttered, his eyes filing with tears “I didn’t, you just made me so jealous…I…” He held his arms out and pulled her to him, his hands on her back as he dropped a kiss to her head “I will never do that again, I’m sorry…” “Fliss?”

She started slightly and looked at Frank. “Yeah, sorry, I was…” “Miles away?” he frowned.

“Something like that.” she nodded, shaking her head “Sorry, you said you could fix it?”

“Yeah.” he said “I can take it with me and then I can bring it back Saturday unless you need it before that?”

“No, Saturday’s fine.” she said gently.

“Look, I don’t mean to pry but are you sure you’re ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” she spoke quickly. “Look, I gotta get on and…” “Sure.” he nodded, “I should be going anyway…” She smiled at him, and turned and headed back to the yard.

****

“You clearly triggered something.” Roberta said to Frank wisely as they both sat in his living room later that evening. He’d just finished telling her about the afternoon. “Some kind of memory.”

Frank hmmed his response. “Question is why are you so bothered?” Roberta asked.

“I’m not, I just, well it wasn’t nice to see. She looked so scared.” “Well you said her husband was sent down for assaulting her.” Roberta shrugged “She’s clearly had a lot of trauma. Maybe she just needs a friend.” “Yeah, maybe.”

“Could be good for both of you.” “I know what you’re doing.” Frank looked at her sternly

“I’m not trying to do anything!” Roberta chuckled

“Course you’re not.” he rolled his eyes before he changed the subject.

It wasn’t until he was alone later, that he pulled his phone out to text Fliss. He’d typed out his message, just a perfectly innocent one to check she was okay before he deleted it, shaking his head.

Whatever it was, it really was none of his business. He had enough of his own past demons to live with as it was.

But the more he lay there the more it wound him up. And he couldn’t get the thought of her out of his head.

“Fucks sake,” he grumbled, before he retyped the message and sent it.

**** Fliss was curled up on the sofa watching TV. Her parents were out for the evening so she was making the most of enjoying the space. Her phone went and she leaned over to grab it from the coffee table, unable to stop smiling as she saw who it was from.

“Hey, just wanted to check you were ok after before. I hope I didn’t do anything or say anything that upset or scared you.” The last line made her heart sink. He clearly knew about her past. Her dad had mentioned something about them googling her, and the case had been fairly big news amongst the equestrian circuit so she knew that the story was out there to read. Well, most of it was anyway. She rubbed at her eyes, thinking of how to respond. She hated that even after almost a year of him being out of her life John was till effectively a shadow she couldn’t seem to emerge from.

“It’s not your fault. I get flashbacks sometimes, nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well the past has a way of doing that. Trust me, I know.”

Fliss smiled gently as she tapped out her response. “Yeah, what is it Rafiki says on the Lion King? You can either run from your past or learn from it?”

Little over thirty seconds later he responded.

“Sound advice from a cartoon monkey…not always that easy in real life. If you ever want a non-judgmental ear to talk to, I’m a pretty good listener if you fancy a beer and a chat. Just as friends.” There was just something about this man, something that Fliss couldn’t help but warm to. She wasn’t stupid, the girls at the yard had told her a bit about him, his reputation amongst the ladies…he was a bit of a player from all accounts, but there was something there, something buried deeper, she could just tell. And what’s more, for the first time in years, she felt like she could trust another person other than her family.

It was for that reason she found it so easy to almost, sort of, maybe, possibly accept his invitation.

“I might just hold you to that Sailor.”

**** Chapter 3

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic

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tamsin-moon · 3 years

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Bad Day

Notes: This is basically stemming from a very bad day at work for me. Charles Smith x GN Reader . No warnings really, pretty much just fluff in the end.

If one more thing went wrong today you were going to scream. It did not matter where you were or who was there it would happen. Suffice to say it had been a bad day.

First you had woken up to the smell of something burning and would find the wind had kicked up a few minutes prior and had blown some kindling from the fire onto your tent. Awake and on your feet quick you would just be getting outside as Bill would toss a bucket of water onto the just sprouting flames and you in the process. Sputtering you pushed your hair back from your face as the top half of you was now wet, but you would give him a nod, “Thanks Bill.” Of course you would thank him and just waved off his apologies, just an accident right?

You would try to push it from your mind as you just decided to get dressed for the day in your usual attire. The day was warm so your hair would dry eventually and you were not worried about that, but then the second thing would happen. Getting to the percolator you would pick it up to find it empty only to hear Strauss apologize as he had just poured the last cup. Once again you waved it off, you had more grounds in your things so you did not mind having to brew another pot of it. It happened and it would give you a chance to look around for your man as you made your way.

Unfortunately it seemed that Charles was not in camp which deflated your already sinking mood and Hosea must have caught your look, telling you the man had headed out about an hour prior with Javier. Something about a stagecoach and needing to be there in time for it. Thanking him for the information you would continue your walk towards your tent when you would hear Pearson calling out to you. Biting back a groan as it really seemed you would not be getting that coffee you would come to be right as you stepped over to the cook.

“I hate to bother you right away like this, but seems like that hot day we had yesterday pushed the meat to a rotting point. I don’t have anything fresh to start tonight’s stew with, would you mind?” He ask and while you wanted to say no because at this rate your day was destined to be a terrible one you would just nod and let out a sigh, “I will see what I can do.” Turning from him then you would stride to your tent fully this time and rubbed your face as you slipped into it.

Grabbing your satchel and hat after a moment you emerged once again and headed towards the horses, telling Kieran where you were off to and swinging up into your saddle. Checking your weapons quick you would give your horses neck a pat before nudging her to walk and making your way out of camp. You would keep it simple for today, just a couple turkeys or something as there were always flocks around and then you could drag one of the guys off for a longer hunt tomorrow you reasoned. Hopefully Charles would be back and free by then, but your hopes were not high at this point.

Keeping alert as you got a safe distance from camp you would look for any signs of the birds or anything really, but once again your luck seemed non-existent. Well, you were not going to go back empty handed so would just make your way farther out and eventually got to an open spot of the Heartlands. Getting out your binoculars you would look around and almost breathed in relief as you spotted a herd of deer a bit off, it would definitely do for now as you did not want to keep Pearson waiting too long so you head that way.

Your horse content as they usually were it did not take long and you stopped just enough back to not spook them before dismounting. Getting your bow of course you would stay low and had a small thought that maybe your day was turning around as you got close enough. Looking them over you soon took aim and cleanly took down a decent looking doe that you would be able to lift. Usually you hunted fowl or smaller game by yourself as you were not the strongest in the group, but you could manage when you had to. This being one of those times you whistled for your horse as you stepped up to the carcass and luckily your horse was a patient one as you heaved the thing up and onto their back.

Getting it secure you would be up in the saddle again, securing your bow and turning to start heading back. Everything finally going smoothly until you heard shouts for help. Mentally cursing your conscious you would be turning towards the shouts without even thinking, pushing your horse to a trot an up a ridge. Eyes casting around you spot a man in a tree with a cougar trying to jump at him, but the feline would notice you quickly. This time you would curse aloud and were grabbing your rifle as your horse noticed the predator coming closer.

Doing your best to soothe your mount so they didn’t buck you while taking aim you would take the shot just as the cat pounced. Hissing in pain you felt its claw get your leg as it fell dead, not deep thanks to your jeans, but enough to hurt and probably bleed. Your horse near rearing you would grip the saddle to not fall and once again called soothing words, relieved as it settled again and turning to just head away from the scene.

You did not care as the man called out thanks to you and asked about the cougar carcass, just giving him a wave over your shoulder, he could have it for all you cared at this point. You were ready to scream honestly and if one more thing happened you were probably going to. Your focus shifting to solely getting back, giving Pearson the deer and getting your leg cleaned up you almost missed Lenny calling out to you as you reached camp and calling a harsh, “Just me!” before passing him.

Reaching the hitching post what seemed a minute later you would be down once again, hissing as you put weight on your leg, but a familiar coat catching your eye did finally have a glimmer of happy moving through you. You would look fully to see Taima in her usual spot and knew it meant your man was back as well. About to look around would be when you felt strong arms wrapping around you from behind and that warm voice in your ear, “There you are” before a kiss was brushed to your temple. For the first time that day a smile would slip onto your lips, just a small one though, as you turned around in his grasp.

You would notice his eyes studying your face, reading you as he could so well, before he was leaning down to brush a kiss to your lips, “Let me get the deer to Pearson and I will meet you in our spot” he tell you gently and it sounded like the best thing in the world to you. Not trusting your words at the moment, though, you would just nod before you were parting. Not realizing you were limping slightly you would head towards the overlook area and behind one of the large rocks to slowly settle on the grass.

As Charles had said, it was your spot, sure others came out there now and again, but like now when most were engaged elsewhere it was quiet and the rock blocked anyone’s view. Back leaning against the cool, rough surface you would close your eyes a moment, only opening them as you heard footsteps and would see your love. Blinking as he had bandages and a jar you would give him a sheepish look as he settled next to you and patted his lap for your leg, “I saw you limping, what happened?”

The question was expected and you would let out a sigh as you gently settled the limb onto his lap as he wished, watching him pull up the leg of your jeans and frowning at the scratch. Finding your voice you would tell him of the cougar as he dabbed the salve from the jar onto the wound and gently wrapped it. You would see the fear flash across his eyes and knew he was thinking for a moment how much worse it could have been. Reaching a hand to take one of his you would give it a reassuring squeeze, “Just a scratch” you assure him to pull him from his thoughts and he nod.

Once he was sure your wound was tended properly he would shift to sit next to you, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against his chest as yours shift to wrap around his stomach, “That isn’t everything that happened today though, is it?” He could just tell it wasn’t, he had learned to read you well even though you had not been in a romantic relationship long, and he would listen as you tell him everything that had happened that day. Not speaking until you had gotten out every word you just felt him hold you tighter, his other hand coaxing your chin up so he could press a slow kiss to your lips.

It was comforting and you would feel yourself slowly beginning to relax more, the venting having helped immensely as well, “I am sorry I wasn’t here when you woke, I did not realize we would be leaving so early” he apologize and you would shake your head, kissing him again slowly. Of all things that day you were not mad at him, sure you had missed him that morning, but you understood jobs like that came up.

Hand coming to cup his cheek you brush a thumb over his cheekbone softly, “It’s ok, you’re here now and thank you for wrapping my leg.” You tell him honestly of course before you were settling back against him, your head finding his shoulder and soon feeling his head against yours. Not even realizing it you both would soon be nodding off into a nap, the sun warm and just being with each other the best comfort you could ask for.

#rdr2 reader insert #charles smith x reader #charles smith #gn reader #charles smith x gn reader

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listless-brainrot · 3 years

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for the side character asks--yue, song, bee :)

oh HELL YEAH I LOVE THEM time to collect my Musings

yue:

-ok less a headcanon more a want. i wish she was a waterbender truly i do i think it would’ve made sense considering she was saved by the moon and it would’ve been interesting if her bending was affected in some form because of that. also it would’ve been cool to see northern water tribe style bending from someone who wasn’t pakku

-her mom helps her do her hair and all of the intricate braids and i feel like she’s very particular about the way she does it and as such it takes A While for her to get ready

-i feel like she was naturally drawn to the moon ever since she was saved by it and assuming she was allowed near the ocean spirits was the one to tend to them and often talked to them

-i’d like to think that she and katara became really good friends!! i know the most interaction yue gets with sokka but i feel like they’d get along super well Too

-this is just kind of funny but since hahn sucks i feel like whenever she was asked about him and how she feels about the proposal by someone in the nwt she’d be like. he’s certainly a warrior! certainly a person! effectively dodging the question

-as a spirit i’d like to think she’s watching over team avatar a lot and whenever they feel like they’re alone during the night she’s always there to comfort them whether they realize it or not in her own way

song:

-i feel ike she’d be very knowledgeable about earth kingdom tonics and medicines and has a lot of useful knowledge pertaining to healing practices and first aid

-even outside of the hospital i feel like she helped a lot of people whenever and wherever she could, maybe she travelled towns to help the sick before settling at the hospital

-speaking of the hospital given that it’s stated to be a farming hospital maybe the hospital is owned by her family?? probably a bit of a stretch or at the very least they helped to set it up assuming it was something that popped up over the course of the war

-considering the scar on her leg and how much of her calf it covers i kind of wish song had a cane or something now that i think about it it would’ve added to the severity of the fn’s impact

-yes this is because her name is song yes it’s cliche BUT i think song actually loves to sing and hum to herself as she works and she has a very pretty singing voice

-after zuko steals her horse she sets off after him on her own to get it back. while zuko is searching for the avatar song is hot on his heels. give her back her horse, zuko.

smellerbee:

-she’s best friends with the duke even after she was kind of annoyed she was saddled with the duty of basically babysitting him, she taught the duke how to use a knife :) and by knife i mean a really pointy stick. he’s still eight you know

-i feel like she’s really good at breaking out of traps/handcuffs/rope and is extremely good at thievery but she also uses that knowledge of knots to help do repairs around the base especially with the rope bridges

-the red streaks on her face are War Paint that she stole once from a camp and has been using ever since because she thinks it makes her look cool and she is absolutely right

-much like how longshot is scarily accurate with a bow and arrow i feel like smellerbee is scarily accurate with throwing and twirling knives. no one taught her this even if jet taught her the very basics of knife handling

-she and longshot know each other super well to the point where it kind of unnerves the other freedom fighters just how in sync they are but that’s simply the power of being best friends actually

-she’s one of the only freedom fighters who wears full on gloves. this is because she is smart and knows you shouldn’t leave fingerprints all over the things you are stealing. who cares if they don’t have the technology to identify prints. you still shouldn’t leave evidence. she has said this many times and no one listens to her when it comes to Glove Etiquette and General Common Sense

#THESE GOT LONG CAUSE I STARTED RAMBLING SORRY #yue #atla yue #yue atla #song #atla song #song atla #smellerbee #atla smellerbee #smellerbee atla #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla headcanons #headcanons #ask #the-hot-zone #ask game

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Continuing this week with a Random Fandom from The Vault for #Fuck it Friday ! This week is How to Train Your Dragon! I could continue it... but it's kinda self contained. Spoiler alert if you haven't seen all the movies (and Race to the Edge)

Named The Dragon's Nest in my Drive. XD

“Aaaaargh! Stormfly!” Hiccup jumped up from his desk at the sound of Astrid's frustrated shout, pencil flying. With a curious growl, Toothless followed close behind as Hiccup took off running. The young Viking knew he would likely find her at the cliff edge and wasn't disappointed. They often took an early morning flight about now. What he didn't expect to find was Stormfly curled around Astrid keeping her contained in a ring of dragon.

“Astrid. What on Earth…”

“She's refusing to let me up and now she won't budge! I don't understand what's gotten into her.” Astrid's formidable fury was rarely directed at her dragon, but Hiccup could see Stormfly wasn't moving anytime soon. “Hiccup, do something!”

“Alright, Astrid, alright,” he soothed, raising a hand toward the Nadder in a gentle calming motion. As he stepped closer, he heard his mother's quiet approach. “It's alright girl,” he murmured to the agitated dragon. Her body language was all protection but it was clear that Astrid's irritation with her was making the poor thing upset. Another step and her tail spines went up, hissing at him. “No, no, Stormfly. It's just me. It's ok.” When she seemed to get a better whiff of him, she settled down but still wouldn't budge. “Astrid, you need to reassure her. She's upset because you are.”

“I can't help it! We were just going to go for our morning flight and she freaked out on me, dancing around to keep me away from her saddle and now this!”

Hiccup turned to his mother who had a tiny amused grin on her face. “Hmm,” was all Valka said when he shot her a pleading look.

“Great. So helpful.” With a sigh, Hiccup took another step closer and softly stroked Stormfly's hide. “Ok, Stormfly, you can let her go now, she's not going anywhere.”

She hesitated for several moments before trilling her agreement and uncurling from around her rider. Astrid sighed in relief. Hiccup continued to talk softly to her dragon while she calmed herself down. “I don't understand. She's only kept me from riding that time when I was blinded, but she's never done that before,” Astrid explained while motioning in a circle to indicate her dragon's protective move.

“Oh? Something must be different.” Astrid fought the urge to shoot her mother-in-law a sarcastic look. Feeling Hiccup at her back settled her irritation, her metaphorical spines lying flat as he placed a hand on her lower back.

“Are you alright?” he asked, taking both her shoulders in hand. She nodded and sighed again. They both gasped in alarm when they were suddenly surrounded by black scales and leathery wings. “Toothless! What's gotten into you? Are all the dragons going nuts?!” The young couple could hear Hiccup's mother chuckling. Toothless gave a soft guttural purr, rubbing his snout against Hiccup's back, pushing him closer to Astrid. When he tried to shove Toothless aside, the Night Fury wouldn't allow him an inch. “Knock it off, Bud. You guys have had your fun.” A soft growl was the only response.

“So now your dragon's gone off his rocker too. Great. Please tell me you know what this is about.” Hiccup looked around helplessly. He had no clue what was wrong with them. There was nothing new on Berk that he knew of, no crazy weather patterns and Arvandil’s fire wasn't due for some time.

“If I had any idea, I'd tell you.”

“You didn't tell me I was going to be a grandmother.”

At his mother's words, they both froze, eyes wide as they looked at each other. “I… What? Astrid?”

Astrid looked shell shocked. “What is she talking about? Did she say grandmother?”

Hiccup took a deep breath and held her face between his hands. In a whisper just for their ears (well, and Toothless’) alone, “Astrid, are you… do you have something to tell me?” She stood, staring at him in blatant surprise. “Oh geez, um. Are you expecting? Pregnant, are you pregnant Astrid?” he finally exclaimed when she didn’t respond right away.

Her blue eyes grew huge and she looked down at herself. “I mean… I didn’t think so. Maybe? I guess? How do the dragons know and we don’t?!” she hissed.

“Dragons sense those kinds of things very early. Change in scent, body temperature…” came Valka’s light sing song from somewhere outside their Night Fury cocoon. “Stormfly probably thinks it's too dangerous for you to fly for now.”

“Too dangerous! But…” Astrid found her tirade cut short as she was swept into a hug. The long arms of her husband scooped her into his chest, keeping her close as he rocked slightly. “Hiccup?” she questioned softly.

While he had always been the more openly affectionate type, this was even a bit much for him. Of course, no one could see them except Toothless. He set her on her feet and grinned down at her with that boyish smile she’d fallen in love with when they were teenagers. The grin slowly slid off of his face to show concern. “Aren’t you… are you upset about it?” he breathed.

“What? Oh…” Astrid had to think about it for a moment. She hadn’t really had a chance to process what was happening. “I didn't know,” she whispered, “I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, but…”

“You're doing that thinking out loud thing you do,” Hiccup pointed out. She looked up at him a little startled. “Hey,” he murmured, “it's ok.”

“A baby, Hiccup. We're going to have a baby!” This time she threw her arms around him, making him chuckle and hold her close.

“Yea, I guess we are.”

#Fuck it Friday #Dawnrider Fanfiction #How to Train Your Dragon #Floofy oneshot #Spoilers for the movies #Post canon

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hardkinkbardkink · 4 years

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G axii's J, at the beginning making him curious about what G tastes and feels like. Maybe he ends up licking G's stuff while getting off but it's not enough. G axii's him into being curious while G sleeps so J hesitate at first but lust wins over and starts licking and touching G at night and G made it so he's more aroused than he ever has been and it takes him just a few touches and licks to get off. Then G makes him desperate to get fucked while G sleeps. J knows it's wrong but so desperate

ok so this continues to not be the prompt i meant to post a week ago but jesus h christ on a bicycle i just,,, loved this so much it wrote itself

i struggle with finishing shit because life is stressful but im trying my darndest loves x

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It's like a horrible, burning itch that Jaskier can't quite scratch.

He drools at just the sight of Geralt's thick, leather-clad thighs squeezed around the saddle, longing for it to be his own head crushed between them instead.

A deep, long drink from his waterskin bares the elegant line of Geralt's throat, little glittering drops slipping down the skin, and it's enough to have Jaskier's cock swelling in his breeches.

He barely gets through the day, squeezing himself periodically just to keep the desire at bay, though it stirs in his belly each time his witcher as much as breathes.

Nightfall is a blessing and a curse all at once.

It's a blessing because Geralt goes off to take care of his contract, disappears between the trees and leaves Jaskier alone with his dirty, filthy thoughts.

It's a curse because Jaskier gets left alone with his dirty, filthy thoughts, and no one to stop him indulging in them.

He drops to his knees on Geralt's bedroll, hand already fisting his cock frantically. The smell is faint when he pressed his face to the material, faint and unsatisfying and Jaskier knows what Geralt smells like after a day's journey, he--

Jaskier takes a deep breath and gathers his composure, grip slipping from his cock. Focus. Focus.

Geralt's bag is stuffed full of dirty clothes in need of laundering. Or, rather, dirty clothes smelling so incredibly strongly of stale sweat and musk and manthat Geralt insists are clean just because they aren't splattered with guts.

The scent used to repulse him, once upon a time. Now, fuck, now it makes his head spin and his cock drip, so Jaskier gulps down hungry lungfuls of it. He draws out a shirt that Geralt wore just yesterday, buries his face in it until it nearly smothers him. Reluctantly, he goes back to stroking his cock, Geralt's scent in his nose making it feel like he'll spill any second now. Jaskier's tongue darts out on its own volition, the linen rough against it. Jaskier searches desperately for any trace of Geralt's taste; imagines the way the shirt stretched across Geralt's broad chest, tight around his biceps. In his mind's eye, Jaskier sees himself worshipfully sucking Geralt's nipples through the fabric, wanting only for a taste, a tease, anything Geralt would give him.

Jaskier comes into his fist with a choked gasp and fabric on his tongue, wishing only it were Geralt instead.

***

How does it only get worse when the urge wasn't there at all just a fortnight ago.

A muscle twitches beneath his eye, Jaskier's entire body pulled taut in restraint. He can't move because if he does--

He blinks. The bed creaks. He finds himself on his side, so very close to where Geralt lies asleep, warm and gorgeous and Jaskier--

He blinks again. There's a hand resting on Geralt's bare abdomen. With considerable horror, Jaskier realises it is his own. He tries to pry it away, he wants to just get a grip, go back to sleep, stop thinking about--

Geralt holding him down, taking whatever he wants from him. Pulling on Jaskier's hair and pushing his face into his taint, making Jaskier suck on his balls and choke on his cock. Spit, slap, bite. Take, take, take, until Jaskier's all fucked-out and dumb and Geralt goes in for more.

He can't. He can't have that. But if--

Well, if he just--if Jaskier leaned in, just a little, if he just pulled Geralt's bottoms down a bit, if he tasted his beautiful cock--

It'd make him feel so much better, Jaskier can feel it. Just a taste and he could sleep, and his skin would stop crawling with need, and his prick would stop leaking.

Just a taste, he thinks feverishly as he slips the waistband of Geralt's pants down. He tucks it beneath his balls, his cock soft and still so, so big, resting against his hip.

Jaskier leans down, tongue already out, and the first touch of it to hot, glorious flesh makes pleasure shudder through him. He can barely contain the moan that yearns to spring from his throat. Taking just the fat head of Geralt's cock into his mouth, Jaskier sucks and licks and drools on it until it begins to swell, each twitch making his own arousal throb through his veins. He slides lower, and when Geralt's half-hard cock threatens to enter his throat, Jaskier comes all over the sheets underneath him, harder than he ever had, whining even with his mouth full.

He's still shaking when he starts to gently bob his head. It feels like someone's touching his prick, like a constant, tortuous drag of warm flesh against him even as he thrusts his hips into the air. He whines, again, and Geralt's cock twitches as he tries to fit it all down his throat.

Jaskier's eyes stay shut; there's no need to open them, really, when he quakes through another release that sends them rolling back before he'd even managed to come down from the last one. Gods, he never wants to stop, never wants to live again without knowing what Geralt tastes like, what he feels like, what he makes Jaskier feel. His thighs shake underneath him. Jaskier almost takes Geralt's beast of a cock all the way to the base when he's flung into another mind-numbing release. Tears fall freely from his eyes. His prick throbs, spent, and yet it feels like he could come forever.

A pleasant fog settles over Jaskier's mind, and for some moments he exists only suspended between sucking Geralt's cock and coming, coming, coming again and again until his prick can't get hard anymore, just hangs limply between his legs, pulsing come.

It takes Geralt a long time to come, but Jaskier sobs with relief when he feels it. He can't quite taste the seed when it spills so far down his throat, and he wails at that, frantically pulling off to catch as much of it as he can on his tongue. His body seizes with a release so powerful he can't breathe, curled in on himself, pleasure like a current rushing through his veins.

Jaskier swallows and cries himself to sleep, mourning the fact that he can't keep Geralt's cock in his mouth forever.

***

It's too much.

Too far.

Too--

Jaskier can't, he cannot, he thinks as he rides his own fingers, shoulder pressed against Geralt. The bed moves with him and he bites his tongue, glad for how deeply Geralt sleeps after a hunt.

He's close to tears already with how desperately hollow he feels. Even sucking Geralt's cock can't quench this ache between his legs. He thinks two fingers are probably enough when he wants it to hurt, wants to stay tight so Geralt--

No. Gods, no, he's not going to--

"Fuck," he whines, not meaning to do it out loud.

Would Geralt mind, if Jaskier took his pleasure? If he offered pleasure in return? Geralt always comes when Jaskier touches him at night--and Jaskier comes so many times he can barely look at his abused prick without hurting--so maybe he'd want this, too?

Maybe?

Jaskier finds himself slobbering too eagerly all over Geralt's cock, though it doesn't give him the usual rush. He needs it, needs it more than anything, so he's quick to straddle Geralt's thighs, quick to seat himself all the way on that godly, magnificent cock. A sob shakes his body, and then a moan, and Jaskier spills violently over Geralt's abdomen as soon as he's full. His hole spasms. His head spins, but he hopes it's good for Geralt. He hopes it's so very good for Geralt as he begins bouncing enthusiastically, feeling like his release never tapers, like he's coming for minutes and hours and years, trembling through it.

He can't keep quiet anymore, pitiful moans scratching his throat raw, only them and the slick sound of his greedy, needy hole working Geralt's cock.

Jaskier thinks he might go mad of this curse of an orgasm doesn't release him from its clutches. He could pull away, make it stop.

He doesn't want to.

Instead, he goes faster, rides Geralt with devotion and determination, spasming around him frantically, drooling his own seed to catch in the hairs on his witcher's belly.

He wants--gods, but he wants--

Geralt's wrist is limp when he picks it up, though his hands are still so big and strong and rough. The unrelenting ecstasy seems to only spike when Jaskier brings Geralt's hand up to wrap it gingerly around his own throat. He puts his own palm over it and squeezes, all sound dying in his windpipe. A good thing, with how badly he wants to scream his pleasure to the world.

He nearly does scream, though in fear, when the fingers twitch against his skin and the grip grows tight, tight, tight, spots of colour stealing into Jaskier's vision. Golden eyes stare at him intently aa he writhes in Geralt's lap, impaled on his cock, squeezing around him like a good little whore.

"What a mess."

Jaskier shudders at the rough gravel of Geralt's voice, flushed with hot shame. He scrambles to drag his fingers through the seed he'd smeared all over Geralt, tries his best to lick it off with his lungs throbbing dully and his mouth hanging open.

He blinks, but maybe it's just him slipping out of consciousness. No matter; he's on his back, now, Geralt's cock drilling into him insistently, rearranging his insides, his whole world to fit him. Jaskier comes, and comes, and comes, and when Geralt pumps him full of hot seed, he screams.

#cw noncon #cw mind control #altho jaskier doesn't know about it #idk it's a weird thing #cw somnophilia #i guess?????

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The Shape of Love Pt.3/6

Geralt was riding towards Posada, with Jaskier trotting next to Roach and whinnying constantly. The shifter was carrying his satchel and lute, Roach was carrying everything else including Geralt. It was probably a strange sight to see, a witcher with two horses riding down the path, one fully saddled and the other with just a bag and a lute slung around its long neck.

Geralt sighed at Jaskier’s non stop chatter. He wondered whether the shifter could understand Roach and whether his mare was just as annoyed at Jaskier’s need to fill the silence. “Jaskier!” He snapped.

The chestnut horse galloped around them in a circle and whinnied.

“Shut up.” Geralt muttered and urged Roach on a faster.

They’d been travelling together for two weeks now, ever since Jaskier had effectively chosen Geralt as his companion, not that Geralt had tried very hard to get away. He enjoyed the easy company of animals, even if this particular animal was a little more on the human side of things. He’d still not actually seen Jaskier’s human form. He wasn’t sure why Jaskier was so desperate to hide behind the array of animals he could shift into. He wondered whether it had simply been a while since the bard had allowed himself to shift.

Either way, Geralt had stopped asking whether Jaskier wanted to change back. He trusted the shifter would reveal himself in time.

“Get out of the way, Jaskier.” Geralt grumbled as he hand to steer Roach around the chestnut horse in the middle of the path.

Jaskier didn’t have a chance to answer as an arrow flew past Geralt’s head. “Shit!”

He ducked and drew his sword, scanning around him as he circled around on Roach. Another arrow brushed past his ear, in exactly the same manner. It couldn’t be a coincidence. The archer was missing on purpose. He dismounted Roach and lowered into a defensive stance.

“What do you want?” He asked, focussing his senses to try and locate the attacker. There was a light crackle of leaves underfoot. He focussed on where the sound had come from. There was faint intake of breath as his eyes met a pair of rich brown ones. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He added.

“Lower your sword and give me one of the horses!” A young girl called from the edge of the path.

She had long golden brown hair, plaited all the way down her back. She was wearing hunting clothes, forest green light armour. There was a scar across the bridge of her nose and her brown eyes were flaring with determination.

She was also aiming at arrow at his head.

Geralt sheathed his sword and raised his hands in surrender. Jaskier whinnied next to him and reared up. “I can’t do that.” Geralt murmured.

“Yes you can, witcher. Don’t underestimate me. I will shoot.” She snarled. “I need a horse. You have two. Now hand one over.”

Geralt shook his head and glanced at Jaskier who was stomping the ground. “I have one horse, and Jaskier.”

“What the fuck is a Jaskier? There are two horses, I can see them! One.” She pointed the arrow at Roach and then moved it to Jaskier. “Two. Two horses. I need one.”

Jaskier whinnied. Roach began to shake her head restlessly.

“Jaskier is not my horse.” Geralt insisted.

“Bullshit!” The archer spat. “I saw you leading them both, but I guess if he isn’t yours then you won’t mind if I take him.”

Geralt felt a dull panic. He couldn’t let her take Jaskier and the shifter seemed reluctant to reveal himself as anything but a normal chestnut horse.

“I’ve always wanted a lute.” The archer smirked and lowered her bow so he could make a lunge for the chestnut horse.

Jaskier reared up, kicking the archer to the ground, before bolting off down the path.

“Jaskier!” Geralt called after him but he was too fast. Even if Geralt mounted Roach immediately and galloped after him he would never catch up. Roach was carrying too much weight in comparison.

He spun round to face the archer. She was sitting up and holding her nose, blood poured from her nostrils and it looked like Jaskier had knocked out a few teeth too. He sighed and pulled a bottle from his bag. It was a healing potion, not one of his witcher brews. He’d bought it from the last market they’d visited. Jaskier had a bad habit of putting himself between Geralt and whatever danger he was facing. He was worried that the shifter would hurt himself so he’d made sure to have some better supplies on hand. It seemed only fair after Jaskier helped to ensure that he was paid correctly, and for some reason a witcher with a pet cat seemed to be less intimidating to tavern owners and merchants. He’d been treated with more care since Jaskier had joined him.

And now the bastard had run off.

He knelt down next to the archer and passed her the potion. “Here.” He grumbled.

She spat blood in his face which he wiped off with a grimace. “Why are you helping me?”

He shrugged. “Jaskier hurt you. Call it compensation.”

“I don’t need your charity.” She growled.

Geralt smirked. “No, just my horse.”

“Fuck you!”

Geralt pressed the potion into her hands and then helped her to her feet. “Take it. What’s your name, archer?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Maria.”

“I’m heading for Posada, Maria, if you are going that way then you can join me.” Geralt offered.

“Why the fuck would you want that?” Maria snarled.

Geralt shrugged. “I won’t force you.”

“I’m going the other way.” She said through gritted teeth. “Without a fucking horse!”

Geralt tilted his head. “You scared Jaskier off, that’s not my fault.”

“Only because you were being a selfish prick.” She tucked her bow onto her back and trudged off down the path, blood still dripping down her face, leaving the potion on the path.

Geralt picked the bottle up and tucked it into his pocket with a shake of his head. “I don’t understand either.” He petted his mare’s neck and then swung up to sit back in the saddle. “Come on, Roach, let’s go.”

Jaskier galloped hard away from Geralt and the bratty archer girl until he was sure he was out of sight then he darted into the trees and shifted into his human form, catching his belongings in his arms. He quickly pulled out a dark blue doublet and got dressed. They hadn’t been far from Posada when the girl had attacked and he’d been running a while. His legs had started to burn before he’d slowed down and he desperately needed a bath. So he was certain that the village wasn’t far away.

He pulled on his boots and slung his lute and satchel over his shoulder. It felt weird to be back on two legs again but at least the crazy archer girl wouldn’t try to steal him away in this form.

Probably.

He had been told he was quite handsome by people of all genders.

He grinned and walked back towards the path. Hopefully it wouldn’t be far to a tavern. He was starving!

Luck was on his side and after about half an hour he spotted the tavern. It was up a sharp incline in the path and across a rickety bridge, standing proudly overlooking vast beautiful forests and mountains. It was stunning. Easily the most picturesque tavern he’d visited in years, if not ever. Posada was the last human settlement before the Dol Blathanna and the Edge of the World, home of the elves, if legends were to be believed.

He managed to haggle for a room and some dinner. He didn’t have any coin of his own. He’d been stuck as an animal for two weeks with no income besides what Geralt had earned on his contracts. He hadn’t needed any coin as an animal. Geralt shared his food and he was able drink from whatever water source Roach found, at nights he’d curled up as a wolf next to Geralt, sometimes on Geralt. As a human he wasn’t so lucky, but at least he could play for his keep.

He was half way through his second set when Geralt slid through the door. He was scowling up a storm and every human in the bar seemed to shirk away from him. Jaskier grinned and spun around with a flirtatious wink at a nearby villager. They scoffed and batted him away but Jaskier didn’t mind. He could just move onto the next person. He kept singing until Geralt had settled in a corner of the bar with a pint of beer.

And oh was he a grumpy bastard.

Jaskier was delighted! He carefully put away his lute, and pranced over to the witcher.

“I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.” He cocked his head and smirked at his sulking witcher.

If looks could kill Jaskier would be a very dead bard. “I’m here to drink alone.” He grumbled.

Geralt hadn’t recognised him!

Jaskier pouted and slipped onto the bench opposite the witcher. “Come now, witcher. We all need a friend.”

Geralt furrowed his brow and downed half of his beer. “Fuck off, bard.”

Jaskier gaped and put his hand to his chest. “Oi! Fuck off, yourself. You wouldn’t treat Mister Fuzzball like this!” He poked Geralt in the arm.

Geralt froze and his hand flew to his medallion. “Jaskier?”

Jaskier grinned. “And there we go. I’m hurt that you couldn’t recognise me!” He pouted dramatically and leant on his arms.

“You’re human?” Geralt asked quietly.

Jaskier tilted his head. “Close enough.”

Geralt stared at him incredulously.

“Geralt?” He put his hand on Geralt’s arm. “Is this ok?”

His thoughts started to race. Was the only reason Geralt had put up with him for so long was because he’d been an animal? He’d been unable to talk for two weeks. What if Geralt hated his talking? He had been told over and over again that he talked too much. Oh gods, and Geralt said he wanted to be alone and now he had a human that was clinging onto him and forcing him to make conversation.

He should leave.

He should turn back into a cat. Geralt liked him when he was cat. Jaskier knew that the witcher enjoyed the sensation of Jaskier’s purring, and most cats only hissed and spat at the witcher.

“I can leave.” He stammered. “I just thought, you’ve been wondering about…” He gestured to himself.

“It’s fine, Jaskier.” Geralt reassured him with a fond smile. “Your eyes are the same.”

“Ah yes. Yes they are. Thank you for noticing. I’m not really sure why, not really sure about any of it if I’m being totally honest. I just woke up one day as a kitten, and I’m always sort of gingery brown with blue eyes. Lila, she was my nurse as a kid, thinks that how my kind are able to tell each other apart in family groups but I’ve never known anyone else like me so fuck that.” Jaskier rattled off, the weeks of not talking finally catching up with him. “Yennefer of Vengerberg, scary sorceress from Aretuza that my parents hired to cure me—”

“Cure you?” Geralt interrupted. “There’s nothing wrong with you?”

“Yeah, well, try telling my dearest parents that. On second thoughts, don’t. It took me long enough to escape.”

“Escape?” Geralt growled.

“I’m, I’m a monster Geralt, the beast the lovely Viscount and his wife wanted to hide from the world.” Jaskier sighed.

Geralt stood up abruptly and thumped the table hard. Beer spilt over the lip of his tankard and the tavern fell silent. “Fuck!” Geralt cursed and closed his eyes. “You’re not a monster.”

Jaskier was taken aback by the ferocity in Geralt’s voice. The witcher had only known him for two weeks but he was so certain, so sure that Jaskier was not what he’d always been told he was. Jaskier reached out for Geralt’s hand and gently pulled him to sit back down.

“Right well, I won’t argue with the monster expert.” Jaskier teased gently.

Geralt scowled and pulled his medallion from his chest. He handed it to Jaskier with a tilt of his head. Jaskier held the wolf medallion in his hands. As a cat he’d often ended up curling up to it when Geralt let him sleep on his chest. He found the vibrations relaxing as they brushed against his fur.

The medallion was still now in his human hands.

“What’s this got to do with anything?” He asked, tossing his fringe from eyes as he looked back at Geralt.

“It’s silver.” Geralt grunted.

Jaskier frowned and looked back at the medallion. “Which means?” He prompted.

“It doesn’t hurt you.”

Jaskier laughed and tossed the medallion in his hands. “Silver is for monsters. I see.”

Geralt sipped his drink. “It’s not a fair test. Some monsters are kinder than any human.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes and stood up. “May I?” He asked holding up the chain.

Geralt nodded, so Jaskier carefully placed the medallion back around his witcher’s neck. He let his fingers linger as he pulled Geralt’s hair through the chain, brushing the back of his neck.

“You know…” He breathed “when you pick me up by the scruff of my neck I am utterly helpless. It’s really not fair.” He trailed his fingers across Geralt’s cheek and then sat back down opposite him on the bench. “I can’t even shift when you do that.”

Geralt scoffed. “Does it work as a human too?”

Jaskier laughed. “Don’t you dare!”

“Hmm.” Geralt smiled into his drink.

“Geralt!” Jaskier whined. “Don’t go all… grumpy witcher on me now!” He waved his hand in front of Geralt’s face. “I haven’t been able to have a proper conversation in weeks!” He pouted.

Geralt tilted his head. “That’s on you, bard.”

“That’s on you, bard.” Jaskier mimicked. “You’re a bit of an asshole aren’t you?”

“I’m the Butcher of Blaviken, haven’t you heard?” Geralt smirked.

Jaskier rolled his eyes and pulled Geralt’s drink across the table so he steal some. “Bollocks. You, sir, adopted the first stray cat that paid you any attention!”

“Butcher?” A new voice asked tentatively as a man approached the table, his fingers fiddling with a coin purse.

Geralt glared at Jaskier. Jaskier just took a long gulp of the beer and winked at his friend. Geralt sighed and turned to the man hovering by their table. “Yes?”

“I’ve a job for you.” The man held out the coin purse.

Jaskier zoned out for the rest of the conversation. Geralt was awfully dull when he started talking business. Normally Jaskier would be sat in his lap or by his side, depending on which animal Geralt had at the time, and Geralt would be petting his fur. As a human that wouldn’t really work. So he finished off Geralt’s beer and went to find Roach in the stables, grabbing his lute on the way out. He knew Geralt would come out when he was ready.

Roach, unlike his idiot witcher, recognised him immediately. He couldn’t talk to Roach, not properly, not even in horse form. It wasn’t as if he could translate her words but he did have a better understanding of animals, he always did. He seemed to just… know, and he was able to chatter back at her in a series of whinnies and ear flicks. Again it wasn’t as if he was knowingly speaking horse, it was just instinct. He still thought fluently as if he were a human but his communication as an animal was driven by emotion and instinct. He always thought it was rather similar to how he felt when he was composing music, when he found a melody before the lyrics. It didn’t matter about the rhymes or syllabic pattern, all that mattered was the feelings inside that were screaming to get out.

He patted Roach’s neck and pressed his head against hers. “Hey you, sorry I ran off earlier. Wouldn’t want you to get captured because of me.”

Roach’s snorted and he laughed. “Yes yes. I know. Geralt would have protected us, but it was safer to run. Oh don’t give me that look. I always run when there’s trouble.”

Roach’s ears flicked and she nudged him with her muzzle.

“Well I would if I thought it would help” He grinned and stroke the soft fur of her muzzle. “and this time it did.”

He sighed and settled down on the hay to play his lute whilst he waited, it was the one thing he had sorely missed during his weeks as an animal.

He’d missed the music.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #geralt x jaskier #shapeshifter!jaskier #shifter!jaskier #wolfie's witcher writing #jaskier x geralt #geralt/jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #fuck i miss my old blog

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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poison & wine- part 19

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1940

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: So the last update brought the angst and this one makes up for it! Thanks for reading and commenting everyone! Please send me a message if you’ll like to be tagged!

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After a few minutes, Loki was forced to let you go. You had yet to stop crying and he didn’t know what he was meant to do if this continued on. He couldn’t take you back to the palace in this state but he couldn’t stay on the bridge any longer and risk someone finding you like this too.

“Mount my horse,” Loki instructs you as he leads you to the black stallion adorned in his colors. “You’re in no state to ride back on your own so you’ll ride with me.”

“But…” you whisper as your stare turns to the horse you had brought along.

“I’ll send someone to come pick him up,” Loki assures you. “Just get on my horse.”

Loki watches as you climb onto his horse and settle into his saddle. When he’s convinced you won’t do anything brash, which he isn’t entirely convinced at the moment, Loki steps away.

“I’ll be back. Just wait for me.”

You don’t argue when he turns away and leaves you behind. You simply watch as he makes his way into the dome.

“Is the Lady Y/N alright?” Heimdall asks as the prince enters.

“Yes, no thanks to you.”

“I knew you would catch her, your majesty,” Heimdall remarks. “There was no need for me to intervene.”

Loki shakes his head at the guardian knowing that there was no point in arguing further.

“What did you tell her, Heimdall?” Loki asks as he glared up at the All-Seer.

“She wanted to know who her father is,” Heimdall answers. “I reminded her that my loyalty is to the king.”

“Don’t drag this out,” Loki snaps. “She’s deeply upset. What did you tell her?”

Heimdall knows better than to reveal such a secret to the prince. You had come to the truth on your own and the prince would have to do the same.

“I gave her clues to lead her to an altogether different truth,” Heimdall states. “She was smart enough to find it.”

Loki hated when Heimdall spoke in riddles but that was all the All-Seer was going to give him. The only way he would find out would be through you if you allowed him to know.

He turns his back with the intent of heading back to you but Heimdall wasn’t done with him yet.

“This game you’re playing with her at the moment,” Heimdall speaks. “I suggest you put an end to it.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No,” Heimdall answers as his stare shifts to watch something else entirely. “But it can be.”

Loki scoffs and walks away.

He held no fear towards the All-Seer and his attempts of intimidation but he couldn’t help but keep the warning in mind. There must be a reason for it and Loki had every intention in figuring it out.

The ride was silent and slow. Neither of you were willing to be the first to speak and perhaps it all had to do with the distraction of the thoughts revolving in your mind. You had broken down and out of everyone, it was in front of Loki. You didn’t know how to manage that situation. In fact, you didn’t know how you were meant to manage any situation at all.

You were in Asgard, a thousand light years away from your home on Earth, and you had found your answer. The answer being something you already knew. That you were on your own.

“We’re here.”

You frown when you realize that Loki had steered the horse out of the palace path into some unknown forest.

“Where are we?” you ask as Loki leads the horse under the shade of a nearby tree.

“We’re just outside of the city gates,” Loki answers as he dismounts from his horse. “There’s a small river nearby where Thor and I used to play. It’s relatively safe and out of the way that no one ever thinks of coming through here.”

“But why?”

“Your eyes are still red from crying,” Loki points out. “We can go back if you like but I believe you and I would prefer to avoid the royal court's attention on this matter.”

Loki had a point and so you agree on the break. You dismount and the moment you’re off, Loki is quick to whisper something to the horse before sending him off.

“He’ll be back when I call for him,” Loki tells you. “Just sent him out to get a drink.”

You nod at his explanation and allow yourself to relax. You take a deep breath of fresh air and take a seat on the shaded grass. Loki follows suit leaning against the tree.

“Are you going to tell me what you and Heimdall spoke of?”

You let out a sigh knowing you had to.

“I asked him about my father,” you answer as you wrap your arms around your knees to rest your head upon. “Heimdall couldn’t tell me much but the little he managed to give away … well, it was enough for me to come to a big conclusion.”

“Which was?”

“The reason why my father never came back for me and my mother is because he died before he was able to do so,” you can’t help the dark chuckle that escapes you. “My life is not at risk. I was safe all along apparently.”

You’re met with silence which doesn’t surprise you. Loki stares out into the forest in front of you and lets out a sigh.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you tell him. “I found the answer I was looking for. All matters have been put to rest.”

“But…”

“No, there’s no more buts, I just… I just want to move past this.”

“Y/N.”

You look over at Loki who’s watching you with that same concern he had when he caught you from falling to your death.

“What?” you ask.

“I am not the best at managing my emotions but even I know that you can’t simply move past this.”

He was right but you didn’t want to admit that to him. You wanted to be numb and remain numb.

“I don’t want to cry anymore,” you whisper. “I don’t…”

“You don’t what?” Loki asks.

You swallow not wanting to admit what you feared the most.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” you whisper. “But I don’t… I don’t have anyone. There’s no one left.”

“You have friends down in Midgard,” Loki reminds you. “The Man of Iron and the Captain… the Witch and the Widow.”

“I can’t call them my friends when all I do is push them away because I’m afraid of growing attached,” you answer. “You and I both know that I will outlive them all anyway and then I’ll be left on my own once again so what’s the point? My father was the only person I could rely on and it turns out he’s been dead all along.”

“Y/N…”

“People aren’t meant to be alone. We need a community. We need companionship,” you explain. “I thought I could go without but I have been on my own for two centuries and I can’t take it anymore. So what am I meant to do now? What is there left for me to do?”

You lean against the tree in resignation trying to find your own answer to the questions you’ve been asking since you left Heimdall.

“Your father, though he is dead, must have left you a legacy to follow through,” Loki tells you. “All we need to do is find it.”

“Loki…” you sigh out unsure why he was so intent in dragging this out longer.

“Just listen,” he interrupts you. “I looked through the travel records and found nothing.”

“Ok?” you answer confused as to how that mattered. “Maybe someone forgot to write it down.”

“We are precise here in Asgard. Such a thing wouldn’t happen,” Loki explains. “Which leaves a unique conclusion to explain it all.”

“That is…?”

“Your father, whatever his role in court was, must have been very important and private for his travel records to Midgard to be sealed. Only Odin has access to those.”

“But what kind of… That doesn’t make any sense,” you stammer out. “What could he be doing down on Earth that it had to be kept secret?”

“I don’t know,” Loki answers. “If you no longer wish to find your father, I will let the matter rest but I believe you owe it to yourself to know.”

You let out a sigh.

Loki seemed genuinely invested in helping you now. It made you suspicious.

“You’re not trying to convince me because you still need me to fake court you, are you?”

“No,” Loki smiles. “I have a feeling you would regret missing the opportunity to find some real answers. You deserve to know the truth.”

You knew he was right. If you went back to Earth empty-handed, you would regret it for the rest of your life.

“Ok, I’m in,” you tell him. “You get me my answers and I’ll keep fake courting you.”

“It’s a deal,” Loki agrees. “Are you ready to head back?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh out.

Loki stands up and offers his hand for you to take so you do. He pulls you up and surprisingly doesn’t let your hand go.

“I uh…” Loki hesitates for a moment before continuing. “I thought I should let you know that… that you’re not alone.”

“How so?” you ask him.

You couldn’t help the smile that fought its way to your lips. He was suddenly nervous that he couldn’t even meet your eyes anymore.

“You have me,” Loki answers. “I am an immortal with nothing but time in my hands. I can be there for you for as many years as you have left.”

You squeeze his hand in gratitude and he finally meets your stare.

“I would like that,” you tell him. “Thank you.”

Loki nods at your answer and lets go of your hand. He clears his throat and the simple gesture shifts him back to his usual princely self. He turns away from you and whistles causing his horse to trot back to you instantly.

Loki grabs the reigns and motions for you to mount first. Once you’re settled, he climbs up and settles himself behind you.

“We should probably come up with a story as to why we left the palace to visit Heimdall,” you tell Loki as he pulls you back to the palace path.

“Simple, you wanted to check in on your friends in Midgard,” Loki answers. “And if someone asks if you’ve been crying just tell them the truth.”

“My father’s dead?” you ask confused.

“No,” Loki objects quickly. “I was referring to your bridge incident.”

You can’t help but be shocked at the reminder.

“I can’t believe I almost fell off the Bifrost,” you mutter in realization. You look back at him with a laugh. “There should really be some kind of warning sign to prevent another accident like mine.”

“A warning sign?” Loki mocks. “It’s common sense to not get close to the ledge.”

You can’t help but laugh and continue to pester him for a solution.

“Ok then maybe set up some rails or a fence,” you offer. “Your first order of business when you become king is to put some rails up.”

Loki shakes his head as you continue to ramble on possible solutions for him to consider. You look back at him in amusement and he can’t help but smile in response. The return of your happiness was contagious and he allowed himself the peaceful reprieve of it.

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loveisblindfanfictionbka · 3 years

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Love Is Blind: Chapter Twenty-Three

Chris turned over in the bed and frowned as he felt an empty space next to him. Robyn had to have been gone for a minute because the sheet was cold. He ran his hand over his head before he climbed out of the bed. Slipping his feet into a pair of slippers and pulling a t-shirt over his head, Chris made his way out of the bedroom. The smell of bacon hit his nose as he reached the top of the stairs. He quickly made his way to the kitchen and walked in just as Robyn pulled a pan of muffins out of the oven. He cleared his throat and Robyn smiled over at him, “a little early for you, ain’t it?”

Robyn chuckled, “Good morning Babe. I figured I’d make breakfast since I was up anyway. Did I wake you?”

“No. I rolled over to cuddle you and the bed was empty. I got nervous.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m good. Just wanted to do something nice, that’s all.”

“It smells good.”

“Thank you. I was gonna bring some upstairs to you so we could eat together before the kids woke up.”

“We can still make that happen. What do you still need to do?”

“Just make the plates and put the rest in the oven to keep warm for the kids.”

“I can help.”

“You don't have to do that, Babe.”

“I want to.”

Chris walked over to her and kissed her lips, “thank you for this.”

“You haven’t even eaten yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. The intent is enough for me.”

Robyn smiled as she leaned in to kiss him, “you are trouble.”

Chris chuckled as he moved over to the sink and washed his hands, “point me to where I need to be.”

Within a few minutes, they were sitting on the enclosed back porch, eating breakfast. Robyn cut a piece of pancake and dipped into the small puddle of syrup on the side of her plate then held it out to Chris. He ate the piece then kissed her cheek.

“Eww...now I got syrup on my face.”

“I can always lick it off.”

“Nope. You just trying to be fresh now.”

Chris laughed as he sat his own plate on the nearby coffee table. He took Robyn’s plate from her and set it next to his on the table before grabbing her around the waist to pull her into his lap. Robyn giggled as she settled back against his chest, “what are you doing now?”

“I just want to hold you, that’s all.”

“Well then let me turn around.”

Robyn got up then turned around to saddle Chris’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on the top of her butt. Robyn put her arms around his neck and pecked his lips, “much better.”

“Now who’s being the troublemaker?”

Robyn giggled as she pressed her forehead against his, “what’s our plans for today?”

“You keep moving in my lap like this, I’ma turn on some cartoons for the kids and lock you up in our bedroom for a few hours.”

“You are silly. I’m serious.”

“Depends on if you wanna stay on the grounds or go exploring.”

“We can go out for the day.”

“Ok, there’s a zoo I think the kids will love, then we can just wing it from there.”

“Works for me.”

“Mommy! Daddy! Look at the baby goat,” Anesa exclaimed as the park attendant led her into the animal gate. The attendant handed Chris a plastic sandwich bag full of food pellets. Chris poured a small amount in Anesa’s palm and instructed her to hold out her hand, “just wait a second and the goat will come to you. Just remain calm, Nesa.”

Anesa steadied her hand just as the goat came to sniff at her palm. The animal moved tentatively closer before he began nibbling at the pellets. Anesa held her other hand to her mouth as she giggled. Robyn smiled as she snapped a few pictures of the moment, “Nesa Boo, watch your hand near his mouth.”

“Yes Mommy.”

Chris glanced over at Robyn before leaning over to kiss her temple. “You seem to be enjoying this as much as the kids are.”

“Anesa is loving it. Christian has been asleep this entire time.”

Chris chuckled as he peeked under the blanket covering the carrier affixed to the front of Robyn’s body. Christian was fast asleep with his thumb in his mouth.

“I hope that doesn’t become a habit,” Chris murmured as he kissed the baby’s forehead then placed the blanket back over his head.

“He’ll be alright. You think of where we’re going to eat lunch?”

Chris shrugged as he poured more food pellets into Anesa’s hand, “depends on what you would like to eat. There’s a couple steak places we can try.”

“Sounds good.”

“You know what you want to do tomorrow?”

“Depends on what we do tonight.”

Chris raised his brow in shock and Robyn laughed, “are you starting with me because it’s too early for you to be starting with me?”

“It is never too early, Christopher.”

“If that’s the case, steak restaurant has been scratched from the plans.”

“What? We still have to eat.”

“Oh we’re gonna eat, just not in a restaurant.”

“So what are you saying?”

“You know exactly what I’m saying especially since I can’t say it out loud.”

Robyn laughed as she leaned into his shoulder, “and you call me a troublemaker.”

“You started that first.”

“Whatever.”

“Daddy, I need more food,” Anesa said as she made her way back to the fence. Chris poured the last bit of pellets into her hand, “alright Love Bug, after this we’re gonna see a few more animals then go eat dinner.”

“Can we have pizza, Daddy?”

“Sure. We’ll pick up some pizza on the way. Anything else?”

“And ice cream?”

“We’ll get some ice cream to go too.”

“Yay! Thank you!”

Anesa kissed his cheek before running back over to the attendant to feed the baby goat she was standing with.

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Robyn hummed as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a plush towel around her waist then another around her head. Just as she opened the closet door, her phone rang. She grabbed it and slid over the answer button, “hello?”

“Hey Sis.”

“Le, what’s going on?”

“Nothing much. Just bored and pregnant,” Leandra replied, “you?”

“About to get dressed. Just got out the shower.”

“Oh ok.”

“Something wrong?”

“No. Max is at work and Maxwell is asleep so it’s just me up right now.”

“Well it’s still early, there’s nothing on TV?”

“I’ve watched all the shows, I swear and Netflix is no damn help.”

Robyn chuckled, “I’m sorry. I wish I could help.”

“But you can’t. Where’s my brother?”

“He’s making us a late dinner. We’ve been out at the zoo with the kids all day.”

“That’s so cute. How are they?”

“They’re good. They both went down pretty easy so I hopefully they stay sleep.”

“Hope so too. Their parents need to work on getting their groove back.”

“It is not like that.”

“Well it should be. Y’all got almost a year of fucking to make up for.”

“Leandra!”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“I cannot with you.”

“But you can with your husband.”

“He is not my-”

“Girl, whatever. Tell somebody who doesn't know any better. He proposed yet?”

“No. We both know we aren’t ready to go there yet.”

“You mean you aren’t ready to go there.”

“Same thing.”

“Not exactly.”

“Le.”

“What? I need something to do and planning your wedding would be perfect so hurry the hell up.”

“If we do get married again, I’m not having a wedding.”

“What? Why?”

“We’ve already did that part. It wouldn’t be about that anyway.”

“At least let me plan a reception.”

“There’s nothing to plan, Le.”

“Well hurry up so there can be. This pregnancy is driving me insane.”

“How is my niece or nephew?”

“They are fine.”

“They as in you aren’t telling us the gender yet or they as in there’s more than one?”

“There’s more than one.”

“You’re having twins? Yes!”

“I am petrified.”

“Why?”

“What the hell am I going to do with two babies? That’s too much.”

“It’s just perfect. Le, you’re gonna do fine.”

“All I know is my uterus is closed for business. I am getting my tubes tied after this.”

“Whatever works for you.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Any more babies?”

“No. I don’t want to go through anymore surgeries right now but I’m definitely not having anymore kids. That last pregnancy took me out.”

“I understand. Well you and Christopher better be careful.”

“We are very careful.”

“So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Far as I know, just dinner but he always has something up his sleeve.”

“Well I’ma let you get to it. When you coming back?”

“Probably Monday. He has a class on Tuesday.”

“Cool.”

“I’ll take Tuesday off and bring the kids by to check on you. I need to see that belly.”

“Oh God, don’t mention the belly. I am so fucking fat.”

Robyn laughed, “I love you Le.”

“Love you too, Sis. Enjoy your night.”

“I will. And you get some sleep, please.”

“Will do. Bye Sis.”

“Bye Le.”

Robyn hung up and tossed her phone back on the bed. She squeezed the towel that was wrapped around her hair before pulling it off and tossing it into the hamper. She moved to ruffle through the outfits she had hanging in the closet and decided on a short spaghetti strap dress. It was fitted without being tight, giving her a modicum of comfort. Tossing the hanger with the dress on it on the bed, she grabbed her body cream and sat down on the bed to put it on.

“Underwear or no underwear?” she murmured to herself.

After a few moments, she held the dress up to her body in the mirror then slipped it over her head. She turned to see her backside and smirked, “definitely no underwear.”

“There you are. I was getting ready to come upstairs and get you,” Chris remarked as Robyn walked into the kitchen.

“I had to take a shower. I felt all sticky from being outside all day.”

“Not a problem. I like that dress. It’s cute.”

“Thank you. I didn’t want to get too fancy since we weren’t leaving the house.”

“You’re beautiful in absolutely anything.”

“I could put on a garbage bag and you’d probably say that.”

“Probably be the sexiest garbage bag I’ve ever seen.”

Robyn laughed as she leaned into his side. Chris wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her temple, “you ready to eat?”

“What are we having, Master Chef?”

“We are having honey glazed salmon, roasted asparagus with crispy garlic smashed potatoes and sparkling grape juice since you can’t drink alcohol yet.”

“That’s the dinner we had on the day you proposed to me. You really cooked or did you order?”

“I cooked. It was one of the first dishes I wanted to learn how to make when I took cooking classes as one of my therapy assignments.”

“Now I feel like I should’ve dressed up a bit more.”

“You look perfect. I really do like that dress.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I’m not dressed up either.”

Robyn gave him a long look then smiled up at him, “definitely a bit more dressed up than me. Is that another shirt that I bought?”

“The one when we went on vacation to Italy.”

“We went on a lot of trips that first year.”

“We did. We never made it to the Maldives though.”

“We could always go when we get the chance. Probably once the babies are older”

“We don’t have to wait. Winter break is always a good time to go.”

“I don’t know if I’ll want to be that far from them just yet.”

“Such a Mommy.”

Robyn chuckled as she nudged his shoulder, “you made me one.”

“I did. You ready to eat?”

“Yes Sir.”

Chris pulled out a chair from the dining table and Robyn sat down. He moved to the oven and started to put the serving platters of food on the table. He poured juice into their wine classes before taking his seat perpendicular to Robyn’s seat. She carefully smoothed the wrinkles from the table cloth, “Chris?”

“Yes?”

“Are you gonna propose to me again?”

“Not tonight.”

“Ok.”

“You really don’t have to worry about me springing a proposal on you every time I do something fancy. I just wanted to remember how much fun we had the first time. Just some nostalgia. That’s all.”

“Ok.”

“I’m starting to think that you’re warming up to this marriage thing.”

Robyn shrugged, “it’s not as scary as it was to me.”

“That’s good. As long as you’re thinking about it.”

“I don’t want to but-”

“You so nervous I’m gonna propose all the time, you can’t not think about it.”

“I guess you could say that.”

Chris laughed as he rubbed the back of her hand, “you know you could definitely start calling me your husband, It could ease your anxiety.”

“Or make it worse.”

“Really? Why?”

“That makes it sound real.”

“It is real, Ms. Fenty-Brown.”

Robyn rolled her eyes as Chris emphasized the “Brown” on the end of her last name, “I carry your name still, I remember.”

“Exactly so I don’t know why you acting like this is so brand new to you”

“I haven’t had a husband in eight years, Christopher.”

“Physically. Emotionally is a totally different thing.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “you love your semantics, don’t you?”

“When they highlight truth, yes.”

Robyn laughed, “can you just fix my plate so we can eat?”

“Are you claiming defeat, Robyn?”

“I am officially waving the white flag. For now.”

Chris smiled as he leaned over and kissed her lips, “you are so stubborn.”

“You don’t have on underwear,” Chris remarked in slight disbelief as he ran his hands down Robyn’s backside. She was straddling his lap as they sat on the enclosed back porch. It had become their pseudo spot while they were at the cabin.

Robyn laughed as she shifted her weight in his lap, “I’m surprised it took you so long to notice.”

“That ass been jiggling all night, I just assumed you had on a thong or something. You don’t usually go commando.”

She shrugged as she rubbed the back of her neck, “Just in the mood, I guess.”

“You’ve been rubbing your neck all night. You ok?”

“It just feels a little stiff,” she noticed Chris’s body language change, “not like that. I’m not having another seizure, promise. I think I slept on it wrong.”

“Let me see,” Chris replied as he carefully cupped the sides of her neck. He gently massaged each side using just his fingertips. Robyn groaned in satisfaction as she let her neck relax back into his hands. Chris chuckled lightly, “lean forward for me, Baby.”

Robyn leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Chris’s. He smiled, “Hi.”

“Hi Boyfriend.”

“Stubborn ass.”

Robyn laughed then kissed his lips.

“Just close your eyes and relax. You’re really tense around your shoulders.”

Robyn moved to press her cheek to his as Chris continued to gently massage around her neck and shoulders. He carefully tapped his fingertips along her spine and she sighed shakily. Chris continued for a few more minutes, “feel better?”

“I see why massages always end in sex.”

Chris laughed, “why you say that?”

“It’s sexual as hell.”

“Or you’re just kinky as hell and like me wrapping my hand around your neck.”

“That could be it too.”

Chris laughed again as he shifted Robyn in his lap, “how about we take advantage of the jacuzzi and I give you a real massage afterwards?”

“That sounds good.”

“Good.”

“Oh my god,” Robyn moaned as she leaned back against the jacuzzi wall, “Babe, we need one of these at the house.”

“You really want one because I’ll get it for you.”

“You don’t have to be so sweet all the time, Christopher.”

“I’m just saying that I have no problem getting one installed for you.”

“Thank you but I’m just being extra.”

Chris shrugged, “Sit up so I can sit behind you.”

Robyn scooted forward as Chris climbed into the tub behind her. She rested her back against his chest and Chris settled his arms over her shoulders, “what did you put in it here? It smells good.”

“It’s bath oil. Helps soften the skin and it smells good.”

“I’m starting to think you’ve done this before.”

“Google is man’s best friend.”

“What else has Google gave you an idea about?”

“Now if I told you that, I wouldn’t be able to surprise you anymore.”

“Now that, I doubt.”

Robyn shifted against his midsection and Chris groaned before he could catch himself, “I’m sorry, Baby. Did I hurt you?”

“The opposite.”

“Oh well then,” She pressed closer and could his erection resting against her back, “it would be very easy to do something about that.”

“I didn’t do this for that.”

“Never said you did but I’m definitely doing this for that.”

She carefully moved his arms to settle on the edge of the jacuzzi as she carefully turned around to straddle his waist. She stroked his erection for a few moments before she sat on it in one quick drop.”

“Shiii-” Chris hissed through clenched teeth. Robyn giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “feel better?”

“You are dangerous, Woman.”

“And you feel so good right now.”

“I haven’t moved yet.”

“You really don’t have to. You are settled in the perfect spot.”

“Sometimes I think you like him more than me.”

“I wouldn’t want him without you. My heart and body don't work that way.”

“Glad to hear it. May I move now?”

“Yes.”

Chris grabbed her hips and started to push upward as she pressed down. The pace soon quickened and water started to slosh over the side of the tub. Robyn tucked her face into his neck and bit down on his skin.

“Damn it, you feel so good,” Robyn murmured as she gripped the edge of the tub and Chris slid into her from behind. This guttural moan slipped from between his lips as their skin smacked against each other and more water sloshed around them.

“Oh God, Chris, I’m cumming.”

“I’m right there. Come with me, Baby.”

“Mmmm….I can feel it.”

“I’m right here. Just let it go. I got you.”

“Oh MY GOD!”

Robyn bit down on her lip as she felt her body start to convulse. Chris gripped her body tightly around her waist and leaned into her as he felt her walls tighten and her lose grip. He lifted her up and held her back against his chest as the tremors continued through her body. He murmured soft words against her ear as he waited for her body to calm itself, “Just breathe for me, Sweetie. Just deep breaths.”

Her breathing started to slow. Her body started to relax. Chris pressed a palm to her stomach and to her chest, carefully measuring her heartbeat.

“There you go, Sweetie. Nice and easy.”

A few moments passed and Chris kissed her cheek, “you ok?”

“I’m ok.” Robyn replied softly, “I didn’t expect it to hit me like that.”

“I’m just glad I know the difference between your orgasms and your seizures.”

Robyn giggled as she took a few breaths, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That’s exactly what we both needed.”

“I don’t want to make you nervous about stuff like this.”

“I’m not nervous. I know I have to be prepared for the unexpected. You’re worrying too much.”

Chris kissed her cheek then turned her face to look at him, “I’m not nervous. I’m not scared. I’d never intend to fuck you into a seizure but I won’t be embarrassed if I do.”

Robyn pinched his side and Chris yelped, “OUCH! What was that for?”

“For being conceited.”

“I am not conceited. I am confident in my abilities as I should be.”

“There you go with your semantics again.”

Chris laughed as he kissed her lips, “I love you, Wife.”

“Whatever, Boyfriend.”

“Stubborn ass.”

Robyn laughed as she pulled his arms around her to hold her tight, “we might need to get out, the water is getting cold.”

“In a minute. I like holding you like this.”

Robyn smiled as she rested her head on his chest.

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jasontoddshoe · 4 years

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Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 5 - Jaybird and His Doll

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, mentions of sex, extra long chapter, mentions of cheating

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6 Years Ago

You strolled through the hall of Gotham academy silently, already anticipating the end of the day. It was passing time to your last class before lunch and you were anxious to leave. Though it was still only the third day, you’d already gotten annoyed at your resident reputation as the “good girl” in your grade. Everyone looked at you like a little girl, and nothing made you angrier than them looking down upon you. There was only one person who looked at you like an equal, who saw you for who you really were, conveniently, he was also the only person who actually knew who you were.

“(Y/n)!” Speak of the devil. You turned around and felt your heart speed up in your chest as your eyes met the shaggy haired Jason Todd. He smirked down at you as he stopped his jog to stand in front of you. “What do you say we skip and go for a ride?” He asked, like he’d read your mind. You smiled at him and nodded, walking by his side against the crowd and toward the doors of the building.

It’d been about a week since Jason’s 16th birthday, where you’d slept together for the first time, and things were obviously different now. Before, you and him kind of had this unspoken sexual tension thing going on, but now that something had been done about it, you looked at each other differently.

“Did you eat lunch?” He asked, passing you a helmet. You shook your head and slid your backpack into one of his saddle bags along with his. “Good thing I packed extra then” he commented, tossing his leg over the bike.

Jason took a short lap around the city as you clung to him tightly. He loved the feeling of you squeezing him from behind, trusting him to keep you safe from getting hurt. After a little bit of riding around he tucked his bike away in an alley and took out his spare grappling hook. You handed him his backpack and slid yours over your shoulders before hugging his side. He put an arm securely around you waist before shooting up to a roof top.

“Jay we should talk about your birthday” you commented, looking up at him after you two had settled down for lunch. He glanced over at you before sighing.

“What do you wanna talk about doll?” He asked, staring down at his lap while pulling out two sandwiches. You thanked him as he handed one to you.

“I just wanna know if that was just sex for you, or if maybe you felt like it could be something more” you mumbled. “I-I get it if it was just a hook up for you, I mean I did offer it to you for your birthday and what 16 year old boy would say no to a gift like that? But I just wanted to-“

“(Y/n)?” He cut you off. You hummed, looking up at him. “You’re rambling again” he chuckled, making your cheeks flush. “And for your information, I’ve liked you since I was eleven” he stated, locking eyes with you. “So it wasn’t just a hook up for me. And I’m gonna guess since you cared enough to ask me about this that it wasn’t for you either” You shook your head, refusing to break eye contact with him.

“So what does that mean for us now then?” You asked quietly, finding yourself slowly leaning toward him. He leant toward you, bringing his head down slightly, creating a minuscule gap between the two of you.

“It means we’ve got one of the more awkward parts of our relationship out of the way” he stated before placing his lips on yours passionately. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him closer by the back of his head.

“Perfect” you whispered, biting your lower lip as you pulled away from him.

***********

You and Jason decided to keep your relationship secret from Bruce and Selina, deciding it’d be better because they’d try and break you up. Selina always talked about how she didn’t like you hanging out with Jason because ‘those Wayne boys are never up to any good’. Bruce tried his hardest to keep Jason away from you because you were a criminal. So keeping it from them would work out best for you.

Jason did make you promise to give up stealing if you wanted to be with him, because he was technically a crime fighting vigilante dating a criminal otherwise. You did it for him, even though it was really hard to keep paying the insane tuition for school, he promised that he’d help you. He did, he slipped you money after dates and things for you to give to Selina, who’s pay for the things you guys needed. She’d just assume that you stole it from someone and never questioned you, and you silently thanked god for that one.

Though you and Jason tried to keep your relationship secret from your families, school was a whole other story. Dating Jason helped your little ‘good girl’ reputation quickly get shattered. Not exactly the resident ‘good girl’ anymore when you’re sitting out side and making out with your boyfriend by his motorcycle. Especially when your boyfriend was the resident ‘bad boy’ of the school. People really were stupid.

“Babe!” You heard Jason’s voice call as he sped down the hallway toward you. You turned and gave him a wide smile. He stopped by your side and gave you a quick peck on the lips before putting an arm around your waist.

“What’s up Jaybird?” You asked, using your signature nickname for him. He felt his heart flutter in his chest as it fell from your lips.

“Tonight we’re going to dinner. I’m gonna wine and dine you” he smirked, making you laugh and shake your head.

“That’s illegal babe” you commented, placing a hand on his chest. “How about just the dining?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Sounds good, I’ll meet you in the usual spot to pick you up” he stated, giving you another peck before pulling away. “Now I’ve got to go because Bruce will kick my ass if he has to go to another parent meeting about me being late”

“Here’s a crazy idea, maybe start showing up to places on time then?” You suggested teasingly with a gasp. He rolled his eyes at you before dissapearing in the crowded hallway. You smiled to yourself, hugging your books a little tighter to your chest as you strolled into your next class.

You sat down in your seat, getting all your stuff out and ready for the class period. With a huff you placed your chin in your hand and waited for the bell to ring.

***********

“So how’d you sneak out this time?” You asked as the sound of Jason’s feet hitting the rooftop sounded through the air. You turned to see him dressed in a simple black suit, with no tie. His white button up had the top two buttons undone, he claimed it was more breathable any time you’d ask.

“Oh you know, told Bruce I had too much homework to do to patrol tonight, then snuck out the window after he left. The usual” he shrugged, walking up to you. “You look beautiful” he stated, glancing you ul and down. You’d decided on a simple cream colored, knee length dress that had a little bit of beading on the bodice. Nothing too fancy but fancy enough for where he planned to take you. “Selina give you a hard time when you left?” He asked, walking toward the edge of the roof by a back alley.

“She actually wasn’t home. I think Bruce might have some trouble with her tonight” you answered with a small laugh. He sighed and shook his head with a smile. “Well, as long as they’re occupied, they won’t be worrying about us” you smirked, walking over and wrapping an arm around his torso as you leaned up and presses a kiss to his cheek. He smiled down at you and sweetly kissed your forehead.

“Perfect, because all that I need tonight is to have a nice night with you doll” he stated deeply into your eyes, his own eyes filled with love. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you rested your head against his chest.

“That sounds perfect Jaybird” you mumbled.

“We should probably get going, our reservation is at 7:30 and traffic isn’t the best right now” he’s said quietly, running his hand up and down your back slowly. You nodded and stood back up straight. His hand traveled a little lower, making your eyes snap toward him. He wore a cheeky smirk as his hand grazed over the top of your butt.

“Watch the hands mister” you commented while walking forward toward the edge of the roof.

“Sorry, my bad” he replied, putting his hands up in surrender as he followed after you. He glanced down at the fire escape before looking back at you again. “I’ll go first, make sure I can catch you if you fall or something” he stated, getting ready to go down it. You placed the back of your hand on his chest to stop him as you stepped forward.

“Nice try, you just wanna look up my dress” you said knowingly, already starting your way down. He sighed and watched as you climbed down the ladder smoothly.

“I mean the view from up here isn’t that bad either” he called, chewing on his lower lip as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Jason I’m gonna slap you” you laughed, cshaking your head as you looked up at him. He put his hands up in surrender again before starting his own climb down.

“I’m sorry, you’re just very attractive ok?” He defended, landing on the ground next to you. “And I, am very much in love with you” he smiled, putting at hand on the small of your back.

“I love you too” you smiled back, kissing him softly. “Though you are a cheeky little shit, I still love you”

“I hope so” he mumbled with a small chuckle. “Come on, the car’s over there” he pointed in the direction of one of Bruce’s cars. You raised an eyebrow as you turned toward him.

“Thought you said you snuck out the window?” You asked accusingly as you walked toward it. He popped the passenger door open for you and smirked as you sat down inside.

“I may have grabbed some keys while on the way out. Bruce’s fault for leaving it out in the driveway like that” he stated before shutting your door. You rolled your eyes at him as he walked over to the driver side door.

“Do you even have your license Jason?” You asked, turning toward him as the cat roared to life.

“Well, not technically, but Bruce doesn’t give shit so here we are” he answered, peeling out of the back alley and onto the road.

A small breath left your mouth as you looked around the extremely grand restaurant. You felt Jason’s arm go around you waist comfortingly as you admired all of the beautiful decor around you. The restaurant had a very clean and classy feel to it, as most of the decor was white, gold, and dark wood.

“It looks like you could spend a fortune on a single piece of pasta in here” you whispered to Jason. He chuckled at you, nodding in agreement.

“It’d probably be a damn good noodle though” he joked, making you smile. “Don’t worry about the price either babe, I know you are. It’s Bruce’s treat” he said, pulling out Bruce’s black credit card from his wallet to show you. You let out a sigh, but nodded.

“I know, I just wish it could be my treat for once” you said quietly. He gave you a light tug toward his body, making you look up at him. He lovingly rubbed his thumb on your waist as he stared down at you.

“Doll you don’t need to worry about anything like that ok? We grew up constantly stressing about money, now that I’ve got a lot of it just let me worry about it ok?” He said quietly. You nodded, but sighed because you couldn’t help but feel bad.

“I know, I just don’t wanna seem like a gold digger because I’m dating the rich boy when I’m not extremely well off still. I mean Selina and I aren’t poor by any means, but compared to most people that go to our school or are around us it seems like we are. I just wanna help you out too because I don’t wanna make it seem like our relationship is a one way street” you explained.

“Babygirl you don’t need to worry about what any other people think about us. I know that you’re not a gold digger because I’ve known you for a really long time now, and you feel bad every time we go to dinner and you can’t pay for anything. I know our relationship isn’t a one way street but if other people wanna think that, then fuck them. We don’t need them. I’ve got you and that’s what counts” he replied. You gave him a small smile and a nod.

“Thanks Jaybird” he gave you smile.

“Of course doll” he mumbled. He glanced around for a place to sit down while you waited. Right as you were about to walk to a few chairs, the hostess called your name.

“Reservation for Jason?” She asked into the crowd of people. Jason led you up to her with a small smile on his face.

“That’s us” he answered her. She nodded and glanced down while grabbing two menus. She looked back up at the two of you and smiled brightly.

“Mr and Mrs Todd, right this way” she said before walking off toward the dining area. You eyed Jason, a small smile on your face as you followed her.

“Mrs. Todd? Really?” You laughed lightly. He smiled widely at you and nodded.

“I know, it’s got a nice ring to it right?” He asked cheekily, a newfound pep in his step.

**********

Though your relationship seemed picture perfect, the reality of it was you and Jason fought quite a bit, and they always got bad. Both of you were so in love with each other that you couldn’t bear the thought of losing the other, which in turn made you both extremely jealous. You couldn’t look at a guy a certain way without Jason noticing, and the same went for him. Most of your arguments were brought about by this, and you both knew it was petty but neither of you could help it. The arguments you two had got nasty, fast. The both of you fought dirty, and sometimes it’d end up in you not speaking for days. It was very rare it would get to that point but it wasn’t impossible. Though, after you both got over yourselves, your relationship was fine and you two were as strong as ever.

You’d just gotten over one of those fights, and things were still a little bit testy between the two of you, but they were mostly fine. It’d been about seven months since you and Jason started dating, but it had felt like it’d been much longer. Jason plopped down next to you at your usual lunch table, slightly late like normal.

“Hi” he breathed, pulling out a bag from a fast food place nearby. You shook your head at him and let out a small laugh.

“Alfred call you out so you could get that?” You asked, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you smirked at him. He nodded and passed some food over to you.

“Of course, that man is a saint” he replied, a small smile on his face. You thanked him quietly and started eating the chicken nuggets he’d gotten you.

“So what’re you doing for spring break next week?” You asked, leaning over and pushing his torso lightly with yours. He took a huge bite from his burger before turning toward you. He held up a finger toward you and then pointed at his mouth.

“I swear you have the worst timing for that” he laughed, making you laugh as well. “I was just about to ask you about that. Well I had planned on going to see in Dick out in California, and stay at titans tower but he won’t be there because they’re about to leave to go on a mission somewhere else. So then I thought, (y/n) should come with me. And now I’m hoping that you’ll go with me to visit Dick in California” he explained, chewing on his lower lip as he awaited your answer. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Didn’t you just say Dick wouldn’t be there?” You asked confusedly.

“Exactly! None of them will be. We’ll have all of titans tower to ourselves” he replied excitedly. “Just you and me doll, what do you think?”

“I think I need to find a way to leave for a week that Selina won’t question” you answered with a smile. He smirked back at you, staring down as you started to ramble. “Maybe say I’m going on a job over my spring break, or oh! I could say I’m going on a few college visits!” You exclaimed like you’d just figured everything out. “That’ll work! I’ll just need to stop by some colleges and grab some pamphlets or something for proof”

“You know the bat computer there has a top of the line printer” he pointed out jokingly, waggling a finger before taking another bite from his burger. You smiled at him and nodded.

“So are we leaving Friday night or Saturday morning?” You asked, making him smile.

“Friday night of course” he answered like it was obvious. Just then the only other person that you were friends with, a girl named Vanessa, plopped down across from you with her boyfriend Chase in tow.

“What are you two scheming up over here?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at the expressions you wore. You both shook your heads at her as to dismiss the question. “Oh don’t give me that, I know you’re up to something” she smirked.

“Ok, maybe just a few spring break plans is all” you replied nonchalantly, a small excited smile coming onto your face at the thought. Jason all to yourself for a whole week, what more could you ask for?

“Well you know what I say, just don’t get pregnant and I’m all for it” she smiled over at you. You raised your eyebrows and sent a glance at Chase.

“Yeah same goes for you” you smirked, turning back to your chicken nuggets.

***********

“We’ve got a five hour flight ahead of us, so might as well get comfortable” Jason commented, settling into the seat beside you. You hummed quietly, scooting closer to him.

“Not very hard to do when you’re on a private jet” you mused, picking up his arm and putting it around your shoulders. “Speaking of which, how’d you even get to use the private jet without Bruce noticing?” You asked, snuggling comfortably into his side while laying your head on his chest.

“Let’s just say deciding to let Alfred in on our relationship has had its perks” he replied, a content breath leaving his lips as he hugged you against him. His free hand held a copy of his favorite book Fahrenheit 451, as he himself got relaxed for the flight. “You know how he loves his gossip” he added with a quiet chuckle. “Get some sleep doll, I see you nodding off”

“Psh no” you mumbled with a playful scoff against his soft black shirt. Though you were finding hard to keep your eyes open. He smiled down at you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. A small smile appeared on your face as you drifted off into a light sleep.

You woke up to the cabin light turning on in the plane and Jason shaking you awake lightly. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, a yawn sounding from your mouth. You stretched your limbs out before looking over at Jason with a tired smile.

“Are we there Jaybird?” You asked right before another yawn came from you. He chuckled lightly at you and softly pulled you to your feet.

“We are, there’s a car waiting outside for us” he answered. “I already loaded our bags in it too, we’re all ready to go” he added, watching as you stretched again when your feet hit the soft carpet.

“How did I not even notice you were gone?” You asked quietly, looking up at him while adjusting your clothes. He shrugged, scratching at his head.

“I’m not sure, you seemed like you were sleeping pretty good though” he chuckled lightly. You whined tiredly and flopped against his torso, making him grunt as he caught you.

“Not as good as I was with you as my pillow” you stated. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted slightly, prompting you to hop up on him. You wrapped your legs around his waist to help support yourself as you hugged his neck and laid your head down. Jason places his hands on the backs of your thighs and started walking out of the plane.

“Well you can nap again in the car, it’s not too long of a ride” he sighed, watching over your shoulder to see where he was going. “Thanks” he mumbled to someone as he walked by.

“Thank you” you mumbled into Jason’s shoulder, turning your head to give them a sleepy smile. You felt Jason bend down and then your butt hit the car seat. You detached yourself from him and scooted all the way over so he could climb in after you.

“It should be about fifteen, twenty minutes from here if traffic is good” he whispered, looking toward the driver who was staring at the two of you. Jason eyes him and down before scooting toward you, pinning you between the door and him behind the driver. “You know where to go” he nodded, placing his arm around your shoulders comfortably. Your hand reached up to hold the one that was wrapped around you sweetly as you got ready for the car ride.

It didn’t take very long for you to be fully awake once again, maybe five more minutes. You were quietly humming along to the song on the radio while staring out the window at the city lights passing by. You turned you head to look at Jason, who you didn’t even realize was staring at you.

“I’ve never been to San Francisco before” you commented, playing with his fingers on the hand you were holding. “It was really nice of you to invite me Jaybird, thank you” you smiled, making eye contact with him. His icy blue eyes stared right back into your own, not breaking the gaze once.

“Of course doll, only the best for you” he smiled back. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his softly. His kisses you back, reaching over to place his free hand on your thigh as his torso turned toward you slightly. It quickly started to get heated as Jason licked your lower lip. You thought about denying him for a second, but he got too impatient while waiting for you to make a decision. He grabbed a hand full of your thigh, pulling it toward him quickly making you open your mouth in a whine to protest.

He smirked and took his opening that he created. He let your leg fall back to where it had been before as he leaned more toward you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled his body just a little bit closer. He broke away for a second to catch his breath, and was about to go right back for your lips when you put a hand on his chest.

“Maybe wait ‘til we’re at the tower?” You suggested, eyes flitting up toward the driver who looked uncomfortable, as most people would be with two people making out right behind them. Jason huffed and plopped back down next to you, resuming his previous position.

The car ride seemed to feel like it dragged on forever after that, as you were anxious to get to your destination. Finally you were finally alone with Jason, standing in the elevator of titans tower. You held your suitcase and had your backpack on your shoulders, while Jason carried his duffel bag of clothes and a small drawstring bag of you didn’t know what.

As soon as the elevator doors opened and you’d stepped out, all of your bags were on the floor and Jason had you against a nearby wall, continuing what you’d stopped in the taxi. You were all for it this time, knowing that the two of you were now alone. One of your arms was sling around his neck and the other one was in his hair, gripping on tightly. Jason had his arms around your waist, both hands massaging your ass. He reached down a little lower and grabbed the back of your thighs, prompting you to jump up once again.

You gladly did, the new position allowing you to get even closer to him. Both hand were now tangle in his hair as he gripped your thighs to hold you up. He broke away from you and started sloppily trailing kisses down the front of your neck, erupting a whimper from you. He quickly found his way to your sweet spot, an area he knows very well, and started nibbling and sucking, starting to make a mark. You moaned quietly and gave his hair a light tug. He groan slightly at the feeling, biting down a little harder. You leaned your head back against the wall and to the side slightly to give him better access.

You finally opened your eyes to see a green tiger standing right down the hallway. Your breath hitched in your throat and you immediately tensed up, straightening up against Jason the best you could. Jason just thought you were reacting to him and paid you no mind. You let go of Jason’s hair and started hitting his shoulder lightly.

“Jason why is there a fucking green tiger standing at the end of the hall?” You asked, whisper yelling at him. Jason immediately detached his lips from you and stared you in the face.

“Are you serious?” He asked, sounding more annoyed than anything. You scoffed lightly at him and nodded. He groaned and flopped his head down against your collar bone. “Gar what the hell are you doing here?” He whined, making you furrow your eyebrows. You snapped your head back toward the tiger who was now gone. A few seconds later a boy with green hair came jogging around the corner.

“I could ask you the same question Jason, and I see you’ve brought company” the boy cocked an eyebrow at your boyfriend, nodding his head toward you. Jason sighed and let you down on your feet.

“Yes and she knows about everything, she’s the Fox” he sighed, adjusting his clothes which had gotten disheveled. You gave the boy a half smile as you fixed your own clothes.

“You’re dating a criminal?” He asked accusingly, making Jason shake his head.

“Ex criminal” Jason corrected, sending a pointed glance at him. He shrunk back into himself slightly but nodded nonetheless. “And at least I have a girlfriend” he added, a small smirk on his face. “Speaking of which where is Rachel?” He asked, tilting his head at the boy.

“I don’t know how you’re saying I relate to this conversation at all” a girl with short dark purple hair commented as she rounded the corner and stood by the green haired boy’s side. Jason smirked and straightened up.

“Oh well that would be because Gar here-“ you saw a look of panic cover the boy’s face as your boyfriend started talking. You slapped a hand over Jason’s mouth to make him stop talking, and he sent you a relieved look.

“Hi, I’m (y/n). Jason’s girlfriend” you introduced yourself while Jason sent you a glare. “And I’m a hugger” you smiled before walking up toward them.

“I’m Rachel” the girl smiled back at you, opening her arms to receive your embrace. You stood there tightly squeezing her for a moment before finally letting go of her and turning to the boy.

“I’m Garfield, but you can just call me Gar” he gave you a small smile before hugging you.

“Well it’s nice to meet you guys” you commented, walking back over toward Jason and your stuff.

“Hey Rach, could you show (y/n) where my room is please?” Jason piped up, watching for the girl’s reaction. She nodded slowly before giving you a small smile.

“Right this way (y/n)” she said quietly, starting down the hallway. When you were out of earshot Jason stared at Gar who had his arms crossed and a smug look on his face.

“Look, Dick can’t know that we’re here. He’ll tell Bruce, and Bruce will try to break us up if he finds out and I don’t want that so, don’t tell him” he explained hurriedly.

“Because she’s a criminal?” Gar asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Ex criminal dude, she doesn’t do that any more, hasn’t since we got together” Jason defended.

“Sorry, ex criminal” Gar put his hands up in surrender before sighing. “What are you guys even doing here anyway?”

“It’s our spring break and I wanted to do something nice for her. I could ask you the same question though. Why aren’t you with the rest of them?” Jason replied, crossing his own arms over his chest.

“Rachel and I are running recon” he answered, glancing down the hallway in the direction you and Rachel had gone in. “So you’re just here for a week then?”

“We leave next Saturday. We’ll be out of your hair then, but for now just don’t mind us” Jason sighed, patting Gar on the shoulder as he picked up his bags and started to walk toward his room. “Good to see you man” he stopped and turned his head to glance back at him before continuing his walk. “Thanks Rach” he gave the pale girl a small smile as she stepped out of his room.

“Don’t think you’re getting away without a hug Jason” she mumbled, loosely pulling him into a hug. He hugged her back with his only free arm for a moment before letting go.

“Uh, Gar can explain this a little further than me right now because I’m trying to get back to her-“ he cut himself off and nodded into his room where you had started to lightly unpack your things. “But uh, Dick can’t know we’re here”

“Don’t piss me off and I won’t tell” she smirked, patting his chest twice before walking over to Gar. Jason shook his head, letting out a breath as he stepped into his open room.

Jason shut the door behind him and sat his bags on his bed next to you. You gave him a quick smile before plopping onto the floor in front of your open bag. He paid you no mind, letting you do your thing as he started getting himself settled in. You only really caught his attention when you started changing into your pajamas. His eyes were glued to you then as he chewed his lower lip and watched. You didn’t seem to notice as you crawled into bed on the side he hadn’t put anything on yet.

He finished getting somewhat settled pretty quickly, changing into some basketball shorts quickly afterward. He moved the rest of his stuff to the floor and crawled in bed behind you, as you were facing away from his side of the bed. He placed a hand on your hip and placed his lips on the back of your neck. You hummed quietly and turned your head to connect your lips.

“I’m sorry Jay, but seeing a green tiger earlier kinda killed the mood” you giggled lightly, running your fingernails through the hair on the back of his head soothingly. He sighed but chuckled along.

“Yeah, that’s completely understandable. I was just hoping it hadn’t” he admitted. You smiled at him giving him another small peck before flipping back over. “Goodnight babe” he mumbled, reaching over and shutting off the light before settling in behind you comfortably.

“Night Jaybird” you smiled tiredly as his arm secured itself around your torso and he pulled your back flush to his bare chest.

***********

“(Y/n), you’re being ridiculous”Jason shook his head as he stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall. You scoffed, crossing your arms as you followed after him.

“All I’m saying is that waitress was getting to touchy for my liking” you retorted, rolling your eyes at the thought. You and Jason had just gotten back from getting some lunch and the young and beautiful waitress seemed to be way too comfortable with Jason.

“She put a hand on my shoulder. That’s too touchy?” He fires back, raising his eyebrows as you turned into his bedroom.

“I just don’t get why she had to touch you at all” you stated, walking to your bag to get some more comfortable clothes to change into as you hadn’t planned on going anywhere else.

“She was being friendly” he replied as he shut the door. “People are allowed to be friendly”

“Not young and stunning blonde waitresses with perfectly toned bodies, with my boyfriend” you said, turning your head to face him. He had his back leaning against the closed door, signature smirk on his face as his arms crossed over his chest.

“You know that you’re the only one for me, right doll?” He asked, pushing of the door and striding toward you. You sighed, but nodded, letting your arms fall to your side.

“Ok I’m over reacting, but I still don’t like it when other girls get too comfortable” you commented, pursing your lips in a slight put as he pulled you into his arms for a hug. You laid your head on his chest and just let him hold you there. “Especially the pretty ones” you grumbled, cheek smushed against him.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but trust me doll I only have eyes for you. Plus, you’re stunning compared to anyone else, I wouldn’t give you up for the world”

That last line was ironic, as later that very same night, two days before you were supposed to fly back to Gotham, everything went to hell.

You were standing at the stove, cooking up some dinner for you, Jason, and Rachel, as Gar had already eaten some vegan pizza earlier. Your hair was up in a messy bun and you wore Jason’s large white sweatshirt with some leggings. The next thing you knew, a green pit bull came trotting you to you, wagging his tail excitedly.

“Hey Gar” you giggled leaning down to pet him. He happily stuck his snout between your mid thighs comfortably. You smiled and leaned over and let him crazily. After a few minutes you stood back up straight as your back started to hurt. Gar gave you another happy wag of his tail before trotting off.

You went back to cooking, but turned when you practically felt someone seething behind you. Jason was standing there with his jaw clenched and arms crossed. You quirked an eyebrow at him before turning back around and continuing to cook.

“What the hell babe?” Jason whisper yelled as he walked over to your side.

“Huh?” You asked confused, turning to look at his face with furrowed eyebrows. His jaw was still clenched as he scanned your facial expression.

“So Gar just gets to stick his face between your legs whenever he wants?” He asked, already getting defensive. Your face just turned into an even more confused expression as he put a hand on the counter.

“Jason what the hell is your deal?” You asked, starting to get defensive yourself. “He was a dog, being a dog. He just rested his face there when I was petting him. Besides it’s just Gar, I don’t understand what the problem is”

“The problem is it’s another guy, putting his face between your legs, how do you not see an issue with that?” He retorted, starting to speak louder as he did so.

“Because one it was he was a dog, and two it was Gar, Jason” you stated, holding up fingers as you counted your reasons. “I wouldn’t do anything with Gar, you know that dipshit”

“So if I said that I fucked Vanessa, it’d be cool because it’s just Vanessa right?” He asked harshly. Your face dropped and you felt your heart break just a little bit at what he said.

“What?” You asked, not meaning for your voice to break, even though it did. Jason’s angered expression immediately fell and he realized what he’d done. “You did what?”

“Doll I-“ you cut him off, knowing he was gonna give you some bullshit reply instead of the truth if you let him ramble.

“You had sex with Vanessa?” Your voice came out a lot more broken than you would’ve liked, feeling tears start to form in your eyes.

“It-it was mistake (y/n), it didn’t mean-“ you scoffed and shook your head, dropping the wooden spoon in your hand onto the counter before turning and storming away.

“Anything” you finished for him. “Yeah, apparently we didn’t mean anything to you” you choked a sob, aggressively wiping your eyes as you burst into his room. You put a few changes of clothes into the back pack you’d brought before ripping his sweatshirt over your head. You pulled in a random sweatshirt of your own as you heard Jason burst in the room behind you.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it” he stated, rushing over to you.

“I’m sure you didn’t” you replied harshly, pushing past him to walk to the elevator.

“Babygirl where are you going?” He asked, reaching out and grabbing your wrist.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” You screamed, whipping around and smacking him with your free hand. Your voice yelling so loudly caught the attention of Rachel and Gar, who poked their heads out from Rachel’s doorway. When they saw the tears violently streaming down your face and heard the smack that landed across Jason’s they’d known that he fucked up. “You don’t deserve to anymore” you mumbled, seeing your two friends behind his head.

Jason’s grip loosened slightly as his free hand went to his now stinging cheek. He looked at you, his own eyes starting to tear up a little bit.

“Just stop and fucking listen to me!” He pleaded. You let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh and shook your head.

“What Jason? Are you gonna tell me it was a mistake? That you didn’t mean it? That I’m the only in for you, and you swear it? That you love me?” You laughed cruelly. “If you really loved me, it wouldn’t have happened” you ripped your wrist from his gasp and fissapearef out of the building.

“Fuck!” Jason screamed, grabbing a nearby vase and throwing it against the wall. It shattered in a loud clash as he birdied both hands in his hair and squatted down, staring at the floor. He was crying, hard at this point, realizing he’d just ruined the best thing he’d ever had.

He hadn’t even done it. He never even would’ve dreamed of it, he was serious every time he said you were the only one for him. He was just angry and said what he knew what would piss you off, and boy did it make you mad. But he hadn’t realized in the moment that it would shatter your heart, and tear you out of his life. Jason fell to his knees and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling as his arms fell to his sides defeatedly.

“What have I done?” He whispered to himself in a broken voice.

Later that night there was a news report of the Fox robbing a nearby bank, and the mention of you made him break out into sobs. You’d gone and stolen a bunch of money to get a plane ticket back to Gotham. That was the last time you’d see him in person again until it was too late to fix things.

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