#fcg fic: i love you like an alcoholic

[fictionalcharactergraveyard]

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[masterqwertster]

Just a little ficy-fic for if the Robit Romance survives to the Bells Hells reunion:

"You don't approve of me, do you, Mr. Greymoore?" FRIDA bluntly asks.

"I don't fucking know you," Ashton replies, taking a swig from his bottle of alcohol.

"We can fix that," the aeormaton ventures, sitting down across from the genasi. "I would like to have your approval, as it carries some weight with Fresh Cut Grass and I love them. So what do you need to know?"

Ashton eyes them, then snorts. "I need to know if you're a good thing for him, or if you're going to fuck him over. But fucking talking isn't going to sort that shit out."

FRIDA moves to object. They would never, never do anything to cause harm to FCG. They love him.

"Don't," Ashton sternly gestures at them before FRIDA can utter a word. "People say shit all the time. They might even mean it. But what they do is way more fucking important. So you make Letters happy? Great. Keep doing that."

Ashton's hand clamps down on FRIDA's shoulder, their fingers threatening to leave dents. Their eyes burn into FRIDA's.

"And if you fucking hurt them, or make them feel bad, I'll fucking smash you into pieces that no one will have a prayer of putting together again."