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ohtobeleah · 2 years ago

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B.o.b Bob being such a softly for Radar in complete domestic bliss. 🥺

Summary: When Rooster comes to visit, Bob vents his frustration about the night Jake Seresin showed up on his doorstep.

Warnings: Robert Floyd x Jake Seresin Angst. Bob x Reader Fluff.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Note: Realistically you could probably read this one as a stand alone fic.

The B.O.B Series

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Yes. And try to convince me otherwise that Bob doesn’t have Heaven by the Walkman playing from the TV— I won’t listen. He’s concentrating, trying to untangle the purple Halloween lights that you said would be easy to untangle when you shoved them into a ball and threw them into the seasonal decorations box last year. His eyes peering over at you every once and a while while you worked to stick the window decals up. A spooky orange pumpkin with ten or so small gel-like bats.

“You should be doing this, you’re the one who tangled them!” Bob sighed. You couldn’t help but to chuckle at his childishness. Concentrating on making sure the pumpkin was somewhat straight.

“Robert—you literally fly fighter jets for a living, please tell me a bunch of seasonal lights aren’t going to be the death of you sweetheart.” You teased Bob lovingly. Turing as you rubbed your belly gently. A protective hand sitting over your belly button. Six months pregnant. “Honeslty–.” dropping the tangled mess of lights Bob sat on the couch, his hands instinctively coming to your hips as you came over to stand between his legs. Gentle butterfly-like kisses littered your stomach over your shirt. An old T-shirt you'd fished out from the bottom of Bob's side of the wardrobe. Comfortable and comforting.

“I don't fly them–” Bob mumbled as he spoke to your stomach, harboring his unborn child. “No, I don't, mums just bullying me, isn't she?”

“You can't keep doing this either.” You chuckled. Admiring the sight before you. “They won't automatically take your side more often than not just because you try and persuade them to be a daddy's girl or boy.”

“It's worth a shot.” Bob sighed as he leaned back on the couch, bringing you with him gently as you straddled his waist the best you could at six months pregnant. The space between you getting bigger and bigger with every passing day. “Gonna need a wingman.”

“Wingwoman–” You were quick to correct him. The pair of you on opposite sides of the fence. You were sure you were having a baby girl. Bob was positive you were having a baby boy. Either way? Bob didn't really mind, he was excited to be a dad regardless, but it was nice to discuss. “And you’ll be fine.”

“Not if they love Halloween as much as you do, I'll go insane.” Kissing you softly and every so gently, Bob smiled against your lips. His hands lingering on your waist, keeping you as close as he possibly could. Doing his best to savor the time he had with you. He’d been fortunate enough to be stationed stateside, active but non combatant. Working out at the Lemoore airfield while you enjoyed some much needed Paid Time Off. It was the best of both worlds. Bob got to stay home with his growing family while he worked through the Post Traumatic Stress, anxiety and depression he had been riddled with after the uranium mission. There were still nights he couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep and there were nights where the nightmares were almost unbearable. But the important thing was he was getting the help he needed to be the best he could be for you and his child. But God was Bob thankful to have someone so loving and understanding while he worked on his mental health. “Our house looks like a haunted fun house.” Bob pulled back. Squeezing your hips as you smiled bright right back at him.

“Your point?” You questioned as you looked around the living room. Decorations ranging from pumpkin spiced candles to ceramic ghosts and fun decorative pillows. “It's Halloween, try to have a little fun, besides, I’ve already picked out my Halloween costume!” Pulling out your phone out from your back pocket—you flicked to the picture of some lingerie-clad woman. A generic photo from google images. Bob was quick to scoff as you turned your phone around. Throwing his head back as he squeezed your hips.

“Over my dead body—“

“What? Why?—“ You tried to play dumb. The joke almost too good with Bob's response. “I’m wearing it.” You beamed, rubbing your nose playfully against Bobs.

“Radar—“ Something about Bob using your call sign when it was just the two of you really made your heart swell. It was a part of you. “You ain’t wearing that.” Bob’s southern accent always seemed to spike whenever he got defensive. It made your core throb. Always had always would.

“Okay well I am, but I do have another option.” Clicking through your phone you landed on option two, another set of lingerie. Another generic photo.

“Nice try sweetheart—not happening.” Bob shook his head as he lazily looked at you. His hand rubbing unidentifiable objects into the small of your back, his hand snaking under the shirt you wore.

“Bob, I’m wearing it—it’s for Halloween! A once off.” You tried to keep the joke going, your smirk giving it away.

“Get a grip mate, you ain’t wearing that.” Bob pulled you close to his lips. Mumbling against you as he smirked. “You won’t even see Halloween if you think you're putting that shot on.” He was quick to take your lips in his—his tongue running across your bottom to ask for more as Bob’s hands moved to cup your cheeks. Before things could get too hot too heavy too quickly you pulled back. Forehead resting on Bob’s.

“Rooster will probably be here any minute now so we gotta get this stuff up before—“ A gentle knocking sound coming from the front door interrupted you. You beamed at your husband as he gave you one more kiss before you scurried off his lap. He liked the little waddle you had developed, Bob knew the larger you got the more dramatic the waddle would be. “Roosters here!” You clapped just before you answered the door, revealing a very civilian like Bradley Bradshaw with his duffle handing over his shoulder. That damn Hawaiian shirt he seemed to love a little too much, holding a bunch of flowers. He beamed at you—completely mesmerised by your pregnancy. He hadn’t seen you since the Leyte Gulf.

“Holy shit you look—“ Rooster couldn’t take his eyes off your pregnant stomach. It looked almost unreal. He couldn’t quite connect all the dots. You were gonna be a mother, you were Radar though. Rooster struggled with the concept, he thought it was weird. The idea of you and Bob Canoodling also gave him the heebie-jeebies.

“Gigantic? Engorged?” You teased, rubbing your stomach as you chuckled. Stepping aside to let Rooster in. His eyes wandered around the home you and Bob shared. Taking notice of the pictures that hung on the hall to the Halloween decorations still being hung. It was most definitely the season in the Spencer-Floyd home.

“I was gonna say great, glowing even, how far along are you again?” Rooster dropped his duffel as he handed you the flowers. “Congratulations by the way, I’m absolutely stoked for you guys.” Kissing your cheek softly, Rooster let his hand fall to the small of your back in a small but friendly embrace. Pulling away as he walked towards Bob.

“Six months and four days, honestly I can’t believe it’s been six months already.” You were honestly just happy to be taking it day by day. Ever since your scare on board the Hammersley, you’d treated every day of your pregnancy as a blessing. Both the good days and the not so great days. Rooster smiled softly as you over his shoulder as he made his way over to Bob, shaking his hand before pulling him in for a hug.

“How you doing man? Radar here tells me it was pretty touch and go for a while there huh?” Bob sent you a look of caution, how much had you divulged? Sending him a look of comfortability, Bob cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah—“ Rubbing the back of his head nervously, Bob’s therapist had said it was good to talk about it, let people in who’d understand. “Just working through it, day by day, just got hit outta nowhere with it.” Rooster noticed how Bob down played his PTSD, the anxiety of it all, the depression. Sending him a gentle hand to his shoulder. Understanding what it could be like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. “I’m doing okay though, really.”

“Thanks for letting me crash by the way.”

Rooster beamed as he turned back to you. “It’s good to be back on steady ground.”

“Oh yeah, how was Australia?” You asked, fishing out a vase for your bunch of flowers. Rooster and Bob having both followed you into the kitchen. Watching as they both leaned over the kitchen island on their forearms. “Bob and I have always said we’d move there, in another lifetime.” Rooster chuckled softly.

“It’s nice, the people are nice, the food is great, it just took a while to understand the lingo.” Rooster explained. Rooster had been in the land down under for the past four months. In that time he’d managed to find love and break his heart three times over. “But nothing beats home—“ Rooster couldn’t get a connecting flight back to his hometown till Wednesday. He’d reached out to see if he could crash a couple of nights at yours on his way home. It was something you didn’t have to think about saying yes to. You always had an open door for anyone who’d helped keep your husband safe.

“You want a beer?” Bob asked as he walked around to the fridge. Rooster raised a questioning eyebrow. Accepting the offer.

“Sure, but I thought you didn’t drink?” Bob handed Rooster the crisp can of bud light. Taking out his own can of lemonade. “Ah—“

“Still don’t, but good company is good company, always have some handy for those who do.” Bob and Rooster cracked their cans respectfully. “Cheers.” You were in your own little world for a while while you organised your flowers in their new home. Stop the island bench. A small card sitting next to them which the chicken scratch writing most men had.

(It’s good to know Bob knows where to put it after all, congratulations mother hen, with love from your favourite Rooster) it was the humour you’d missed the most about Rooster.

“So what else is new? I heard Hangman got a promotion to Lieutenant Commander? What’s that all about?” Rooster questioned as you joined the boys back in the living room. Sitting around the coffee table. Rooster with his beer, Bob with his lemonade, you with your water—gotta stay hydrated. “That’s kinda crazy”

It was a touchy subject. The whole Jake Seresin thing. Rooster noticed how your face fell at the mention of Jake. Bob's shoulders squared slightly as he cleared his throat. Rooster knew only what Bob had briefly mentioned via text. But there was more to the story, Rooster was sure of it. “What am I missing here?”

“Jakes kinda gone MIA on us, on me?” You looked at Bob because it was still all too confusing for you to comprehend completely. You wanted to believe so badly that Jake Seresin was a genuine guy. But the more time that passed? You knew it would take you a long time to truly believe that. “I don’t really know what I did but uh—yeah I just haven’t heard from him much since I told him everything was okay with the baby.” Rooster could see the sadness in your eyes, the disappointment you felt in yourself for letting a friendship fail. He didn’t press further after that. Nor did Bob.

Things settled down soon after that. You excused yourself to have a shower, waddling down the hall as Bob's eyes lingered on you. His love, his best friend. Moving out the the front porch to talk—Rooster saw no better time.

Does she know?” Rooster asked under his breath, he was sure he already knew the answer, but he thought he’d play it safe and get confirmation. Bob let his head hang low, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers intertwined. “About, you know? Seresin showing up?”

It was two in the morning. Bob just so happened to be up trying to clear his demons. A nightmare startling him from his sleep after he’d tossed and turned. Deciding it was probably for the best, Bob grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed and a throw blanket—heading for the lounge down stairs. You were out like a light. This pregnancy really had your energy levels drained and Bob wasn’t about to wake you. You needed as much rest as you possibly could get. He’d talk to you about it in the morning and schedule another therapy session. He’d do everything right. For you, for himself, for the baby.

A gentle knock came from the front door, Bob couldn’t figure out who would be knocking on his door at two in the morning. Grabbing the baseball bat he kept beside the door tucked up against the shoe rack, Bob peaked through the peephole. Noticing the soaked sailor on his doorstep was none other than Jake Hangman Seresin. Worried, Bob opened the front door, deciding to step out before letting Jake inside. Shutting the door behind him. He was worried but he had a family to protect as well.

“What the hell are you doing here man it’s two in the morning?” Bob questioned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I uh—I just wanted to talk.” Jake paused for a moment. “I wanted to talk to Renee.” Jake had encountered a close call on the Hammersley mission. So close he evidently ended up losing his wingman—he couldn’t get the images out of his head. The sounds, the fact everything everyone had said about the fact Jake had a tendency to leave others behind, hang them out to dry was true. He couldn’t take it. But he had you? Right?

“Look, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for her, really man I do.” Bob stood between Hangman and his front door, protectively. He’d thrown hands for you before, if made to again he’d do it in a heartbeat. “But she’s sleeping, this pregnancy really has her drained, I’m fighting battles right now too but I’m gonna let my wife sleep, because that’s what she needs.”

“Bob—“ Jake tried the push past Bob. Bob didn’t hesitate as he shoved at Jake, watching as he stumbled back.

“Okay so, we’re not doing this.” Bob hissed through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to come to my house demanding to speak to my wife and when you’re told no—“

“You really don’t wanna do this with me Floyd, just let me talk to her, and I’ll go.” Jake stood a little taller then Bob a few inches on his height, but Bob didn’t back down, if anything he stood his ground.

“Try your luck, but I’ll be damned if you're getting past the foyer.” Bob threatened. The rain fell a little heavier as Jake sighed. Pushing his hair back off his forehead. Something wasn’t right and Bob knew that, he could see it in Jake's eyes. They were clouded and misguided. He was fighting something bigger than himself. Something had happened on the Hammersley. Bob didn’t want to know because he knew he couldn’t be the one to help. Not now. Not with his own turmoil threatening to pull apart everything he had worked so hard to achieve. “If you need to talk, you talk to me.” Jake paced up and down the front deck. Bob stood just watching. “But I can’t help you right now, it’s two in the morning.“

“You know what?” Jake began, shaking his head because he’d tried to do it. Be a friend, be the other guy. But he couldn’t be. He wanted everything or nothing. “I used to think love was just something idiots thought they felt, but this woman—“ Jake pointed up into nothingness, hoping he was pointing in the right direction as to where you were sleeping. “Has a hold on my heart I cannot break even if I wanted to.” Jake admitted. It made Bob's blood boil but he knew he had to let Jake vent. “And believe you me, there have been times that I’ve wanted to.” Bob knew what Jake was alluding to, that would have to be a conversation for another day. “It has been overwhelming and humbling and so fucking painful, but I can’t stop loving her any more then I could stop breathing.” The pause that fell between Bob and Jake was toxic. But the look in Jake's eyes told Bob he was hurting, he was in pain. “I am hopelessly, Irretrievably, in love with her, more than she could ever know.” Bob let himself take everything in, he couldn’t say he didn’t already know. But what he didn’t know was how much of a hold, how much of an effect you had on Jake Seresin.

“So don’t tell her, walk away.” Bob replied. “You know just as much as I do that she’ll never love you back.” Bob walked a little closer to where Jake stood on the front deck. “It’s hard to hear, but she’s married, Hangman—I’m her husband, she’s my wife.” Bob reminded Jake who stood silent. “But if you can’t accept her as a friend and be happy with having her in your life with whatever version of herself she’s willing to give you? Then that’s it, you don’t deserve her at all.”

“It’s all so easy for you isn’t it.” Jake snickered. “You've got everything you want of course it’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one out in the damn cold watching the love of your life love another man.”

“You don’t even know the first thing about her?” Bob raised his voice. “How can you show up at my doorstep like this claiming to love my wife so much when you don’t know her at all.”

“That’s the thing, I haven’t had the time and it kills me, every day.” Jake admitted as Bob stood his ground. This had become an infuriating situation.

“No, okay we’re not doing this, I’ve played the long game! I knew from day one I’d be thankful to just walk on the same earth as her, let alone be given a chance to love her!” Bob raised his voice. “I have seen her at her darkest and I have been blessed to be present for her finest.” Bob shoved Jake's chest, sending him stumbling back down the set of four stairs. Into the rain as Bob followed. “I have beaten men who have taken advantage of her and I will with no hesitation do it again because she’s my wife, do you understand that? She’s MY WIFE!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD EVERYONE YOU WERE MARRIED!” Jake shouted. Bob hoped to god you didn’t hear him. Tackling him to the wet grass below. Rolling around as the two men fought for dominance. Bob found his way on top. Striking Jake once to the side of the jaw.

“I don’t owe you anything!” Bob spat as rain fell even heavier. “You came here, thinking I’d stand by so you could confess your love to my wife or something? In what world did you think I’d do that?” Bob hissed before Jake got the upper hand, spinning around as he pinned Bob on his back, sending a fist straight into his right eye. Groaning as he did so.

“You pathetic little piece of shit! She’s the best part of you!” Jake spat as he repeated his punches. Bob's face throbbed as Jake laid punch after punch. Bob's mind flashed back to when he saw you all those years ago on the bathroom floor of Woody's tavern, how angry he was. Using that rage Bob managed to throw Jake from on top of him. Pinning him down once again before head butting him.

“Get the hell off my property before I call the cops.” Bob sat back. Panting as he spat blood from his mouth. His head spinning as he grabbed Jake's soaking wet duffel bag. Throwing it at him as he stood over him. “Get your head clear, get some help for whatever it is you're going through, then and only then will I consider letting you talk to my wife.” Bob hissed as Jake laid on his back in the pouring rain on Bob’s front lawn. “She wants to believe in you so damn much, this shit would break her heart, so I won’t say anything—if you just stay the hell away.”

“No idea, and I don’t keep things from her Rooster.” Bob explained. “But this? I’m not not telling her because I’m scared she’ll run off and start a new life with him? God she wouldn’t do that, I’d bet my life on it.” If Bob knew anything to be true in this world it’s that you’d never leave him. Through thick and thin you’d be by his side. “I just don’t want her thinking she’s just something disposable, Jake decided it was too hard to have her in his life if she wasn’t his. He eventually couldn’t settle for just having her around.” Bob scoffed. “The first time I told her I loved her, she was—not herself.” Bob paused, if he thought hard enough about it he could still feel the throbbing in his knuckles. “And I knew that there was a real possibility I’d have to settle for just having her in my life as a friend and because I loved her so much, still do! always will, I'd settle in a heartbeat.” Rooster listened as Bob explained his reasons. The two men sitting on the front steps looking out into the front yard of Bob's Lamoore home. “In my opinion he doesn’t understand what love is, he’s just selfish and it’s cruel to cut her off knowing damn well her recommendation is what got him where he is now.”

“How’d you hide the black eye?” Rooster asked as Bob sighed. Cringing as he sat back.

“I didn’t hide it, I just told her I smacked my head in the corner of my bedside table in the middle of the night after a killer nightmare.” Rooster could help but to laugh a little. Bob was a good guy, a good friend. A bloody good WOS. “Just wish I didn’t have to keep this from her.”

“Ah well, maybe you should just tell her man? I mean what’s the worst that could happen?” Rooster asked. Neither of the men had heard you step out onto the front porch. You didn’t mean to overhear, you just did. Smiling as you came to sit down beside Bob. Scaring the living Christ out of him.

“Tell who what?”

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years ago

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Hi! Wassup??

Can I ask you about a fic about mob!tom in which he goes to a halloween party and there is just chilling with Harrison but after a while a girl in a cute costume asks them if they're free for her and she basically takes them in a secluded area of the place of the party and the boys fuck her together? I need some holy water🥺🥺

Lmao, I'm not going to be able to postal of my spooky blurbs but... I love all of them.

The beer was good, the music was fine, Harrison's company was good enough, but the second Tom saw you approach, decked out in a cop costume, complete with real cuffs, Tom knew his night was gonna get a whole lot better,

"Hi boys." You chide sweetly. Harrison is the one to look up, licking his lips,

"Well hello angel. Don't you look beautiful." You smile, eyeing Tom,

"I just… couldn't help but notice that the best mobster in the world was here and he has an equally attractive right hand man in his midst." You chide sweetly. For the first time since you approached, Tom's face changes and it's into a sinister smirk because he knows where this is going,

"What can we help you with darling?" Tom asks. You smile,

"I just… was curious as to if you boys would be interested in helping me with something for a minute." You pose. Tom hums, looking to Harrison and raising an eyebrow. Harrison shrugs,

"Don't see why not." Both boys stand, following you down a dark hallway until you turn into a secluded lounge. You hum, flopping onto the couch,

"First thing's first, who has the bigger dick?" You ask. Tom looks to Harrison who shrugs,

"I'm not getting fired. You can say it." Tom raises an eyebrow as he looks at you,

"I don't have to lie about it. Mine's bigger." You giggle,

"I'd love to see." You murmur.

Neither boy wastes time, ditching their clothes as you unzip your cop outfit to reveal just a thong. You hum as you look between the two erect cocks in your face,

"Wow, you two are so similar." You purr, slipping to your knees. Tom and Harrison blink and they're being taken in your mouth, equal distribution between the two of them,

"Holy shit…" Tom murmurs. You giggle, taking him from your mouth,

"So who wants a turn first?"

"Well if I get it, I'm the only one getting it so…" Tom starts, gesturing to Harrison. Haz shakes his head,

"I'm good with her mouth. You can have her mate." He takes a seat on the couch, humming as you smooth over his thighs, leaning in to kiss the shaft of his cock. Tom kneels behind you, dragging your thong down. He leans in, lapping at your drenched folds for a moment before he's sitting up straight, sliding himself inside of you cautiously. You moan around Harrison who brushes hair from your eyes, which are cast up to him,

"Pretty little thing. You look so beautiful filled with cock." Haz purrs. You bat your lashes up at him as Tom moves himself in and out of you quickly, his hips gently slapping into your bottom as he holds your hips.

Soon enough, Tom's thrusts are brutal, forcing you to gag on Harrison who's broken out in a sweat, his head fallen back at how amazing your mouth feels. Tom grunts, pressing a foot to the floor and grabbing hold of your hair. He tugs, your eyes cast up into Harrison's as you suck him down, moaning softly,

"Fuck baby… you are a gorgeous little thing aren't you."

"She's fuckin tight." Tom growls, swatting your ass. You whimper and Harrison brushes hair from your face again,

"You're too rough with your girls." He murmurs. Tom pauses, leaving you to whine and reach back to pull his hip into you,

"Don't see her fucking complaining. In fact… she's begging for more." Harrison rolls his eyes as Tom continues to thrust inside of you. You moan again, whimpering as Tom reaches down, stroking your clit softly,

"Cum for me baby. Show Haz that it doesn't fucking matter how rough I am with you." He grumbles, leaning into your ear. You keep your eyes locked in Harrison's, taking him deep in your throat. It's exaggerated by Tom shoving your headdown gently, chuckling darkly at the gags that leave your lips,

"Such a good girl." Your eyes roll back in your head as you succumb to the pleasure and cum around Tom, taking Harrison from your mouth to stroke while you glance over your shoulder. You lock eyes with Tom. He leans in and presseshis lips to yours,

"You're such a submissive girl aren't you?" He purrs. You nod,

"For you two… anything." Tom chuckles again before he's drawing out of you,

"Lay back baby." You lay on the floor, watching both Tom and Harrison stand above you, jerking themselves off. Tom finishes first, spurting hot cum onto your chest and stomach with a grunt. He places his hands on his hips, staring down at you as Harrison finishes across your torso,

"Beautiful little thing aren't you?" He poses. You giggle,

"I try my best. How else was I supposed to get you two to come in here with me?" You pose. Tom smiles, watching as Harrison finds tissues and cleans you up. The three of you dress mutually before Tom snags your cuffs, twirling them around his finger,

"I'd let you arrest me." He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. You giggle,

"Bigger question is why do you have real cuffs?" Harrison poses. You hum, leaning up to kiss him too,

"Just in case I wanted tonight to go differently." You mumble. Tom's eyebrows rise,

"Oh really?" You nod, snagging them from Tom and winking,

"Don't worry, we've got time." You murmur, leading them from the room. Tom hums, fixing his tie,

"Oh yeah… we'll definitely make time." Harrison chuckles as he follows his boss and best friend from the room.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 3 years ago

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This is just a pointless fluff prompt that came to me after reading your last Vardy drabble, how do you like the thought of Fred playing with bat!Hardy? I mean, come on. 🥺 Lucian's eventually walking in on them and saving him, but I really think that Hardy loves Fred and that this would be so cute haha

Oh! That isn't pointless at all, I love that! :D

On with the fic!

"Bat!" Fred shouted, tugging on Hardy's sleeve. "Baaaaaat!"

Ever since Hardy had shown Miller his bat form, her youngest son had taken a very strong interest in seeing him change form again any time he spotted the detective. Last time Tom had been in the room, and Miller had to lie on the spot about why Fred kept calling his 'uncle Alec' a bat.

Luckily, Tom wasn't here at the Miller home right now, it was just Hardy and Fred inside while Miller was outside with Lucian, having the stronger of the two monsters helping her with a project. Hardy felt he could help, but she insisted that someone needed to keep an eye on the toddler, and that someone was the vampire with the heart condition.

He sighed, looking at the curly haired boy, who was pouted at him, still tugging on his sleeve. "Aren't you bored of seeing me fly?"

"No." Fred pouted still. "Uncle Alec, be a bat!"

"I was a bat the last time we played together, wouldn't you rather we play with one of your toys?"

"Bat then toys!" Fred was such a stubborn child, must have gotten that from his mother, the most stubborn person Hardy knew.

He sighed again and stood up from the couch. Oh, he was a sucker for kids, he couldn't deny that. No wonder Daisy got away with more things with him than she did with her mother.

"Alright, but we can't do this every time. Your mother still hasn't told your brother I'm a vampire. And remember," He got down to Fred's level, putting a finger to his own lips, "we don't tell Tom that, yes?"

Fred nodded, putting a finger to his own mouth, making a shushing sound.

Hardy smiled a little. "Exactly." Then he was in the air, flapping his wings, and Fred squealed with delight, jumping up and down. He was reaching up for the bat, wiggling his fingers.

He avoided being grabbed by tiny hands, instead flying up higher, to the ceiling, then moving around the room. Fred happily laughed, chasing after Hardy as he did. Flying around inside wasn't easy, even after so many years of doing it, especially in a home he wasn't used to flying about it.

He had to be careful to avoid objects and walls, and with his flying style, it was a bit of a challenge. He squeaked when he just missed a hanging plant, but that knocked him down in his flight pattern. He was now low enough for the hands of a toddler to grab hold of his tiny body.

Hardy let out a squeak and a chirp in alarm as he looked at Fred, who was smiling with such delight. Oh dear, he hadn't been caught by the little boy before, what was he going to do?

Oh, uhg, sticky hands were now petting him, and he was a bit rough about it. He did not miss this after he had to deal with a toddler Daisy catching him when he flew around for her.

Fred giggled with glee before running back to the living room with Hardy still in his hands, toying with leathery wings and big ears. Instinct made Hardy want to bite, but he knew better, this was just what kids did.

He should probably transform, but-

"Alec, we might need a third pair of hands, if you're- oh dear." Lucian's voice sounded from just outside the room, and he spotted his boyfriend looking into the room at the two of them. "Now, Fred, what do you think you're doing?"

"Playin' with uncle Alec!" Fred smiled, holding up Hardy, who just let out a pitiful squeak.

Lucian smiled, sighing just a little as he approached, getting down on a knee to be at eye level with the boy. "Fred, I know you like when your uncle Alec is a bat, but he's not a toy. He's very tiny and delicate like this, even for a spooky vampire, you might hurt him."

Fred looked at the bat in his sticky hands, frowning. "I'm gonna hurt 'im?"

"You might, he's not a toy, he's your friend. You can watch him fly around and crawl about, but he is... like a tiny puppy or a kitten, cute, but too small to really play with."

Lucian held out his hand. "Could you give me Alec please?"

Fred was hesitant, pouting, before he gently put Hardy into Lucian's hand. The bat folded up his wings and hunched up in his boyfriend's hold.

"See? You have to be careful with him. He'll play with you when he's human, and a little as a bat, but you can't play rough with him like this, okay?" Lucian said and Fred nodded, staring at Hardy for a moment before something on the television caught his attention and suddenly that was more interesting than the vampire.

Hardy let out a tiny sigh as Lucian set him on the couch, before he was suddenly sitting on it, shaking himself out. "Thank you, Lucian."

"Maybe you should fly around outside when around him." Lucian chuckled, helping Hardy up from the couch.

"Yeah, that might be the better option." He rubbed at his shoulder as he followed Lucian out to the backyard. Cute kid, but oof, he forgot how tough toddlers could be, bit more of a threat than a dangerous vampire it seems.

#the vardy au #lucian x alec hardy #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

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