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Hello I HEARD you got Virion fics to repost ? Can we get one then hehehheheheh ;)
(Some jealous frenchman, i presume?)
Virion knew you would never do anything to hurt him. Never would you even consider entertaining the very idea of being unfaithful. Certainly not in front of him- no, perish the thought.
Despite the constant assurances youâd never do such a thing, Virion felt like you werenât trying to push away their advances.
Helping that brute, Vaike, master new techniques with his axes, or teaching Gerome how to properly mend leather. Sparring with Ricken or swordfighting with Stahl, or- By the gods, you spent so much more time with those men than himself!
âIâm beginning to think the last quality time we spent together were those endless bouts of chess, long ago.â He thought with a dejected sigh, âWhat could have driven her to spend time with others?â
The very thought sent fear spiking through the archest of archers. Could it be possible that he did drive you away? Was he too boring for you, now? No- he refused to believe it.
So much so, in fact, that he was determined to confront you about it. If there was an issue between you both, he was going to solve it!
And heâd be cursed if you would leave him for another man because he wasnât good enough.
Virion was the very best!
He strode out of the tent, searching for you with the swiftest of step and sharpest of eyes.
He scanned the camp for any sign of his dear lady, and as soon as he found you, he nearly whisked you up into his arms. That is, until he realized what you were doing.
There you stood, walking and chatting alongside none other than that blasted knight, Frederick.
A pit of jealousy boiled in Virionâs stomach at the sight; how dare that nosy, suspicious knight make you smile and laugh so!
He nearly sent an arrow into his knee at the sight.
âI knew theyâd met before, but were they this close in their acquaintanceship?â He thought, panicked. âI mustnât allow this to go any further! I will put a stop to this immediately!â
His thoughts grew overwhelmingly strong, and he practically leapt onto you when he came within reach.
In one swift movement Virion slipped the few logs in your hands and set them aside on the ground, grasping your free hand with the other and bringing you to his side.
That endearing smirk was obviously strained, a fact you noted when he attempted to speak properly.
âForgive me, however I am in need of my wifeâs assistance. Robin,â He turned to you, yearning in those eyes that almost excited you, âWould you join me?â
âEr...well, so long as itâs alright with Frederick, then I supposeâŚâ You trailed off, looking to the knight for confirmation (much to Virion's displeasure).
Frederick noted the immediate tightening of the archer's grip on your arm, and decided there was much more to this âurgent somethingâ he mentioned.
He held a hand up, âIt is no trouble. Though I expect you to continue this conversation, later.â
âConversation? What conversation?â His internal interrogator grew even more paranoid, particularly when you chuckled.
âOf course. Weâll solve your phobia once and for all, I promise!â
With that, he whisked you away. Quite literally; he near knocked you off your feet when he tugged you along, moving urgently to your tent.
âVirion, slow down a second! Youâre gonna make me fall-â
â-I wish you would not make promises to other men so easily, my dear.â He interrupted you with a soft murmur, and that was all it took to silence you.
At least, until you reached the tent.
The second he shut the latch behind you both, you had enough of his strange tension.
Your arms crossed when you slipped your hand from his, and you quirked a questioning eyebrow.
âIs there a problem with that?â You asked him in an equally soft voice, though it was more demanding than his. âAm I not allowed to help my comrades?â
âI suppose not,â Gingerly he pulled you to his chest, looking at you with calculating eyes, âHowever, it concerns me how you constantly help them. I have noticed a pattern, my sweet little bird.â
âA pattern, huh? Dare I ask what that might be?â
The hunger in his eyes was maintained at a dangerous level. âBecause it seems that when you âhelpâ your comrades, it is always other men- you're assisting Henry with hexes or Chrom with endless meetings, youâre up to something with...some man.â
You stared, incredulous.
âGods slay me, youâre jealous.â He couldn't deny the shameful blush on his face. âYou are, arenât you?â
âPerhaps- that is, jealous may not be the proper term to define my current reservations-â
â-Youâre so jealous!!â You laughed, making him feel even worse than before. âAw, poor Virion! I didnât know you would be upset by my day to day work.â
âHave you considered that perhaps these...contemptuous feelings arose due to your lack of attention? In all the hours youâve spent working with these other men, when have I had a momentâs peace with you? I can hardly count them, honestly.â
His pout was the only thing that kept you from laughing (though you felt the urge to, much more, from the puppy eyes he shot you).
âI spend each night with you, donât I? That gives you hours over the others.â
âAnd yet youâre late to bed and early to rise. It makes a man lonely, you know?â His hands slid down to your waist, you reciprocating by wrapping yours around his neck.
âI understand, Virion. Iâm sorry youâve felt so left out, and jealous. It wasnât my intention to do so.â You emphasized that heinous word, and his lip curled.
âPlease, milady, I would never be such a thing. Perish the thought!â He waved it away with a flip of his hair, pulling you even closer to his chest. â...However...I should ask that you make it up to me, one way or another. As you can imagine...Iâve a few ideas.â
âI think I can figure out what they might be.â You giggled, letting him pick you up with a throaty growl.
His fingers slipped up your tunic the moment you hit the bedroll, and he climbed over you as if there wasnât a moment to lose.
âIâm sure you already have. But you mustnât bother protesting, my love; you did this to yourself.â
âDid what?â That was the last sensical sentence you got out of your mouth before he completely took over your body.
âVous me dĂŠfia, mon amour.â He whispered in your ear, âAnd now you will pay the price. Though I am sure you are willing to, now.â
âM...M-mm hmmâŚâ
He chuckled darkly. âWonderful.â
Virion wasted no time in reminding you who you belonged to, that evening.
Though you did tease him relentlessly for his immature jealousy, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.