One shot or fic idea for just mundane everyday things with Robert? Grocery shopping, etc. Despite the many situations I’d love to have a time machine to experience, casually showing him off/being seen with him in day to day life would definitely be one. Just food for thought! 😘
Oh, fun, anon! Cute idea - thank you! 😍😍 Here's a short vignette that came to mind - hope you like it. 💖
“Grab that box, will you?” Michelle wiggled the fingers of her outstretched hand, finally serving Robert a scowl. “Come on. There’s a ton more to get, and we have to ...” the admonishment dissipated as she studied him studying himself. “What are you doing?”
Robert cocked his head, still fixed on his reflection in the freezer door. “You know, the light in here is not very flattering. You might mention that to the manager.”
“It’s a fucking grocery store, Narcissus.”
He brushed a thumb along his slightly bristled chin. “Well, it doesn’t make for a very satisfying shopping experience.”
Michelle snorted. “Repeat. It’s a grocery store. Now please get that stuff on the top shelf. I can't reach it.”
Robert abandoned the makeshift mirror, his focus shifting to the task at hand. “Do you mean this?" he asked, tapping the cardboard box she coveted. "You can’t reach? It’s too high?" He quelled his amusement as she pushed onto her tippy toes in an unsuccessful and very grumpy bid to claim her prize. "I could, ah, help you up if you like. But only if you want it. My help, that is," he hummed, toying with the package.
Michelle stilled, all too familiar with the sing-songy tone. Their eyes met, hers narrowing as she recognized the glimmer shining back at her. Countdown to lip curling in three … two … yep, right on the money.
Robert slithered closer, gently gyrating his hips. “I’m pretty good at getting things up.”
Michelle barked a laugh. “So I hear. Mainly from you.” She glanced to her left, noting the gaggle of shoppers watching them. No, not watching. Staring. Entranced, naturally. She could tell that he saw it, too. Heaven help us, he has an audience. As he prepared to deliver what was sure to be another round of innuendo, she jumped up, snagging the box from under his fingertips. He let out a mighty howl as she landed on his foot. She stomped him again for good measure. "Oh, Lord, don't be so dramatic."
Lips now flat-lined, Robert crossed his arms with a huff. "That wasn’t very nice. You didn't need to-"
"Yes, I did," she shot back, pulling him down the aisle and across the expanse of the store. She thrust a crumpled scrap of paper into his palm. “Here’s your list.”
He grudgingly unfurled it, his demeanor suddenly brightening. "Oooh, lemons, I like it.”
“Only two, Robert, not two hundred.” She grinned devilishly. “And don't forget the diapers."
"Diapers? You mean nappies?" Robert resumed his examination of the sheet. "That's not really my department," he grumbled under his breath.
Michelle whirled around. "Excuse me? Not your department? I seem to recall you were very eager to play a role in it."
The singer shrugged. "That's different. That's what men were designed for. Although some of us do it better than others," he added languidly, the glimmer returning.
Her brow lifted, a soft ripple stirring inside of her. "And some don't."
"Ouch," Robert purred, sensing, or at least hoping for a fracture in her resolve. His gaze flickered to the wall clock mounted over the exit. Hmm ... we could be finished by five, back at home by a quarter til …
"I know what you're thinking."
"I seriously doubt that." He closed the gap between them, nuzzling her neck as his voice dropped an octave. "If you did, you'd likely not still be standing here."
Michelle inhaled sharply, cursing herself for the visceral reaction. God, he smelled so good, everything about him was just ... so good. Goddamnit!
"Gotcha."
His slow, sultry whisper summoned chills across her body, her mouth falling open as she canvassed his every feature. She had them memorized. The thick golden curls dusting his broad shoulders, solid and strong. The little dimples on his cheek and chin, a perfect balance of precious and boyishly insolent. The stormy blue eyes, perpetually kind, perpetually sparkling, until they weren't. And his smirk. Always his smirk. At times shy, most times bold, and without fail, her Achilles heel. Fuck! She'd never tire of any of it. On stage, on the farm, in a fucking grocery store, it didn't matter. She swallowed, doing her best to wrest control, but she knew there was no point. There never was. Oblivious to the burgeoning assemblage surrounding them, she plucked the paper from his grasp, sending it fluttering to the floor. “Let’s get out of here.”
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Starter for @rathalascendant’s Wave! (Verse Two- Warrior/Deputy. ThunderClan!Wave!AU.)
“Wavekit, dear, it’s time to wake up,” Bluefur whispered to her only kitten, carefully licking the fuzzy she-kit between the ears.
It was late Newleaf- Spring, in human terms- and the trees were budding as new prey filled the forest.
But prey wasn’t the only new thing in the territories.
Bluefur’s precious daughter Wavekit was ThunderClan’s newest arrival. Thrushpelt was going to make a good father.
The only problem, though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, was that Bluefur didn’t truly love him like a mate would. She only loved him as a friend.
But, nevertheless, she had accepted his proposal out of convenience, and out of fear of hurting him.
As unhappy as she knew she was as his mate, knowing she couldn’t be with Crookedjaw… it was alright, she told herself. She had her daughter now, and she would keep Bluefur satisfied.
Right?
The blue-gray queen stood up slowly, brushing her tail tip over her kit’s forehead. “Shall we go visit your father in the warriors’ den?”
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XEL ORT V - Technomancer
[Lmfao, fish OC. Or, rather, as the species is now called on this blog Vodyanoi. Well, as soon as the idea of a water elemental doing electricity magic to power a mech invaded my head, I could not help myself.]
[Xel is the fifth head of house Ort at the tender young age of 37 (for her race. We headcanon'd Pist quite old and by quite I mean 300+). The Vodya Technocracy has been in disarray ever since Chaos devoured and incorporated the world into Wonderland, and not many families survived. Instead of banding together and cooperating to actually stand a better chance at surviving, the houses began to compete even more fiercely than before after the definite fall of the prominent house of Shaz.]
[Scientific innovation is the only authority respected by and capable of uniting the squabbling noble families under a common banner. Xel sees her career opportunity in refining military shellcraft as well as studying Mist thaumaturgichemistry. Having invented tech capable of rendering her body extremely conductive to electricity, she uses her liquid form-turned-energy current to power and pilot her shell, Volt.]
[She hopes to one day harness the ability to freely shapeshift the malleable Vodyanoi body into Mist - granting her mastery over all three states of matter and practical immortality. Possessing such technology would surely help her unite and take command of the remaining houses - directing the self-destructive species on a road to regeneration.]
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