#virbin

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 he’d be cursed if you would leave him for another man because he wasn’t 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 Virion’s 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.

‘I knew they’d met before, but were they this close in their acquaintanceship?’ He thought, panicked. ‘I mustn’t allow this to go any further! I will put a stop to this immediately!’

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.

“Forgive me, however I am in need of my wife’s assistance. Robin,” He turned to you, yearning in those eyes that almost excited you, “Would you join me?”

“Er...well, so long as it’s alright with Frederick, then I suppose…” 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 “urgent something” he mentioned.

He held a hand up, “It is no trouble. Though I expect you to continue this conversation, later.”

‘Conversation? What conversation?’ His internal interrogator grew even more paranoid, particularly when you chuckled.

“Of course. We’ll solve your phobia once and for all, I promise!”

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.

“Virion, slow down a second! You’re gonna make me fall-”

“-I wish you would not make promises to other men so easily, my dear.” 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.

“Is there a problem with that?” You asked him in an equally soft voice, though it was more demanding than his. “Am I not allowed to help my comrades?”

“I suppose not,” Gingerly he pulled you to his chest, looking at you with calculating eyes, “However, it concerns me how you constantly help them. I have noticed a pattern, my sweet little bird.”

“A pattern, huh? Dare I ask what that might be?”

The hunger in his eyes was maintained at a dangerous level. “Because it seems that when you ‘help’ your comrades, it is always other men- you're assisting Henry with hexes or Chrom with endless meetings, you’re up to something with...some man.”

You stared, incredulous.

“Gods slay me, you’re jealous.” He couldn't deny the shameful blush on his face. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps- that is, jealous may not be the proper term to define my current reservations-”

“-You’re so jealous!!” You laughed, making him feel even worse than before. “Aw, poor Virion! I didn’t know you would be upset by my day to day work.”

“Have you considered that perhaps these...contemptuous feelings arose due to your lack of attention? In all the hours you’ve spent working with these other men, when have I had a moment’s peace with you? I can hardly count them, honestly.”

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).

“I spend each night with you, don’t I? That gives you hours over the others.” “And yet you’re late to bed and early to rise. It makes a man lonely, you know?” His hands slid down to your waist, you reciprocating by wrapping yours around his neck.

“I understand, Virion. I’m sorry you’ve felt so left out, and jealous. It wasn’t my intention to do so.” You emphasized that heinous word, and his lip curled.

“Please, milady, I would never be such a thing. Perish the thought!” He waved it away with a flip of his hair, pulling you even closer to his chest. “...However...I should ask that you make it up to me, one way or another. As you can imagine...I’ve a few ideas.”

“I think I can figure out what they might be.” 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 wasn’t a moment to lose.

“I’m sure you already have. But you mustn’t bother protesting, my love; you did this to yourself.”

“Did what?” That was the last sensical sentence you got out of your mouth before he completely took over your body.

“Vous me défia, mon amour.” He whispered in your ear, “And now you will pay the price. Though I am sure you are willing to, now.”

“M...M-mm hmm…”

He chuckled darkly. “Wonderful.”

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.

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