The Trouble With Him

Pausing for a moment, Nigel moved across and sat in the chair across from where Ezra had been sitting, dropping his head into his hands as he inhaled a shaky breath.

Hello everyone, Sorry for the break, I went on holiday to Disneyworld Florida with my sister and had the absolute time of our lives. Came home and got the worst cold/flu thing and have just been trying to get through it. Starting to feel a little better, gonna make it through all my replies. Love you all take care

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

Robin had been so blinded by love that he hadn't realised how his ex was treating him. He went along with sugguesitions and abuse that he should have stopped along time ago. He was so blinded he didn't see that his ex wanted all his kind gone. They espeically hated the fae kind and was using Robin to wipe the species clean. But they had an additional hated for half breeds like him. But it was over now, and he was left broken both physically and mentally. He was still so badly injured when he ran away. But he wasn't just running from his ex. He was also running from the fae. They wanted him to return with them and not be kept around humans or any other creature again. It was partly because his magic was at complete war with itself but they also didn't trust him. So Robin ran.

He'd heard the stories before of the man that took in supernaturals and he needed a safe space. So Robin kept on the run till he made it there. He didn't stop expect for small amounts of sleep and the occasional food break. He wanted as much distance between himself, his kind and his ex. By the time he made it, he was a complete wreck. He could barely stand from how exhausted he was. His magic kept going off at random points. His injuries hadn't been probably looked after. He was starving. But the moment he was on the doorstep, he felt safe.

He got up and strode towards the door and opened it quickly making the boys on the other side scramble to run away in a fit of laughter and genuine fear of punishment. "You better run" he called out as he slammed the door closed again.

What could he even say to that? How could he respond to the comment that he knew was entirely true? He knew that he could have handled it better at the time, but in reality, he was barely keeping it together. He had been expected to stay tough, show no fear or concern. There was an expectation of him that he had to put on a facade for the town, but this situation made Nigel realise that he was not capable of that. He was weak, and while he would reassure anyone else that weakness was nothing to be ashamed of, when it came to himself, he couldn't do it.

Fitz couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. Steve made the moment magical. It felt like they matched each other’s energy in so many ways. Often Fitz would be accused of being too over-excited, too hyper boarder-lining out of control making him self-conscious about being too loud, too bright and just too much. Maybe it was the place they had chosen, bright lights, whirling noises and laughter.  Steve’s hand on his side and along his hip did not go unnoticed. It was common for them to be affectionate, they shared beds, cuddled and were quite hands-on in general but this felt different. Fitz’s chest fluttered while the skin on his side tingled under his touch. 

“You could never be a creep and if you are then your my creep” he giggled and ruffled Steve’s hair as he kept close to him, their chests pressed up one another. He could kiss him, he knew it. He knew he could lean in and press his lips to Steve’s and he would kiss back but right then wasn’t the time. Something was holding him back, self-doubt creeping in. This was so much fun, everything that he had dreamed of being young and free would feel like. What if they did kiss? What if they did get together? If it all went wrong would they fall apart? Would they never speak again? Just the thought made Fitz’s stomach turn over with anxiety but he was thankfully able to brush it away.  Fitz tilted his head back and laughed at Steve saying the drink looked like it would glow in the dark. He wasn’t wrong, it made him wonder what they could have put in the drink to make it that colour. “You know my old Gymnastics trainer would have lost his freaking mind seeing me drink this” he chuckled as he went back to drinking it turning his lips and tongue blue.  Fitz squeezed Steve’s and right back and moved their position so their fingers were entwined, fully connected. “You can cling to me all you like” Fitz spoke as he looked around at the games seeing what one they could play next. “Oh I dunno” he chuckled as he watched someone carry a big bear away. “Let’s just get as many as we can and see if we have enough” he looked at the tokens in his hand before pulling Steve to a driving game. “Come here, we can both steer, ill sit on your lap” Fitz grinned as the huge screen behind him showed the virtual race track, the seat was in a booth-like situation. Fitz liked the idea of being so close to Steve, feeling his hands on him as they had fun with the game. 

Steve happily squeezed Fitz’s hand back as he sipped his drink, innocently swinging their hands back and forth as he just looked to the curly haired sweetheart. In this new light with these new feelings it was sinking in just how lucky he was to actually be able to do this with Fitz. He was just in awe of the other man, his ability to somehow blend a real beauty with a playful innocence was something special that just made Steve fall for him even more. 

He giggled a little as he was pulled towards a driving game, moving with a little spring in his step to keep up with the other man “Oh I’m sure we will, we’ll be here long enough and we’re pretty damn determined” he exclaimed with excitement before looking to the seat of the game that Fitz was talking about and tried not to blush at the idea of having Fitz on his lap. “Sounds good, just hope my laps not too bony a seat for you” he joked before finally letting go of Fitz’s hand which he almost instantly disliked doing.

He carefully climbed into the little booth, moving back in it as far as he could so there was enough room for Fitz. It was going to definitely be a bit of a tight fit with the two of them but he’d make it work. He pressed his thighs together and brushed his lap off just to make sure Fitz’s seat was ready “Alright, one seat ready to go… just  don’t blame me if it’s a bit bumpy” he joked, looking to Fitz and realising that meant he’d have the man’s behind right in his direction and it was hard not to stare a little as Fitz got on his lap. He managed to snap out of it when the man was in place and he could hug him gently from behind, his head resting on Fitz’s shoulder “Comfy enough for a nice drive?” he joked, holding the sweet man close and feeling his body fitting just perfectly against Fitz’s.

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