#c: garfield

Babs had assumed that the splashing in the fountain was because some drunk person had stumbled into the water. Even children didn’t play in it -- not that you really saw children playing outside very much in Gotham. She’d certainly never been comfortable with letting Barbara play outside when she was little, even in the yard, and she took Peter on walks in his stroller so he could get fresh air. So when she turned, she was shocked enough to see a dog -- let alone a dog that was green -- and then it spoke. Before changing into a person.

“Oh. Well, yes, of course.” Her eyes were a little wide. She blinked at him. “Did I smoke today...?”

Random Beast Boy pick-up-lines for a Rainy Day

        Looking over at him as she handed Alek his snack and rested her hand on her swollen stomach as Raven cooed at her from her bouncer. “I better be, because you’ve married me and knocked me up three times. After all the no makeup and the cravings and the raging hormone monster sightings, I’d like to think I’m still your one.”

Angel snuggled into Garfield a little more on the couch and read her book, her legs draped over his as he played his video game. It was rare time in which they both got to just be, and she smiled as she looked up every once in awhile to check his progress. He got so heated sometimes, but she admittedly liked it when he was a little riled up.

It was common for royal families to betroth their children, even at birth, but for Angel’s Garfield’s fathers they both knew it was more out of necessity. Garfield had come out of his mother green, and Angel was the product of the King’s affair. Royal still of course, the two were betrothed the moment that Angel was born and her father knew that his wife, the queen, wanted to help to take care of her. Because of so many stillbirths and miscarriages, they only had the one son together and the queen had desperately wanted a girl, so maybe part of her wasn’t so mad about the affair with one of her ladies in waiting bringing her a girl she could help to raise.

Even having met in the past, Angel and Garfield were much, much younger, and were separated when those older years started to set in. Going through puberty in their own respective kingdoms, learning what would be needed of them to be wed. Having known him and considered him someone she could trust, Angel didn’t mind having to meet him again this decade later, but a bandit had other ideas as the carriages rode through, stopping just in time for the Kings and the prince to watch her expertly cut the men down with her sword. Not the most lady like, of course, but she walked toward the carriage and saw her father first, but then saw Garfield and his parents as her father had met them at the border.

Oh, she was in trouble.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Angel told him with a little drop of her head to look at the ground. Skilled in combat or not, she knew when to act like a princess and she had overstepped--her father’s face showed that quite obviously right now. “Are you all right, your highness?” she asked Garfield, glancing up only to catch those green eyes of his.

Angel knew that she shouldn’t be here at Garfield’s door, especially not wet from rain and not sure of what to say, but she didn’t like where things had been left. She didn’t like all this time apart. She didn’t like that they hadn’t spoken. Yeah, she should have let him come to her, but her feet had led her here and she chewed on her lip when she rung his doorbell. Maybe he just wouldn’t answer...but Victor had made it sound like he was home without actually telling her that.

Actually, Angel was pretty sure that Victor would be okay if the two didn’t rekindle a thing.

Last time they’d broken up, they’d both been a mess--maybe Garfield more so--but they’d figured out how to make it work. Then everything else had happened and Angel got the space, she did...but what if in this time away he decided that he didn’t need her? That he wanted something else entirely? What if she couldn’t fix it? She was sleep deprived, heartbroken and it was a miracle she’d even given him all this space in the first place the last few weeks.

@heroicissm

Angel had been hard at work trying to juggle everything that it was that she had to handle. Work, family obligations and school. It wasn’t so much Xavier’s anymore--hadn’t been for awhile--it was balancing the Academy and actual college, and still dealing with home life and having any semblance of a relationship.

She was working on her paper when she heard the key in the lock on the campus apartment door. As a Stark and an agent, all the strings had been pulled to keep her out of the dorms and she did prefer it that way. Knowing there were only three other people with a key, she wasn’t all that worried, that certainly alert, having expected Andy or Tony, but being a little surprised when she saw Garfield.

She felt like it had been awhile since last they’d seen each other because he was busy too, but usually he warned her when he was coming. Smiling a little bit, she shook her head and looked back at her desk, making a mental note to kiss him once she was finished writing this paragraph.

Tad hadn’t expected to see Garfield when he opened the door. Not because he hadn’t expected him here at this house, but just because he’d expected to see Angel instead. After all he’d come to see her, but this would have to do. Garfield was her partner nine times out of ten anyway.