Chances and Luck Tavros X Reader

Chance and luck tavros x reader chpt 5

[>>Your POV]

You are currently sitting in your dining block a few days later, a bowl of peanut butter ice cream in front of you, a spoonful of the wonderful treat on the way to your taste buds. Believe it or not, you have actually managed to walk here on your own. You feel pretty damn good about this, and are celebrating with your delicious snack. You swing your legs in pride, enjoying the way your right leg moves easily about and listens to your commands. Tavros’s instruction has been very helpful, you will admit, even though there have been a few moments of awkwardness between the two of you. Although, you have not yet been brave enough to attempt the stairs. 

Another bite of ice cream is headed for your mouth when Tavros stumbles in, looking a little worried. He spots you and gives a sigh of relief. You wave back with your spoon, and then gasp.

“Tavros!” He frowns, looking behind him in confusion before coming closer. 

“uH, yEAH ____?”

“Have you ever tried this? You need to try this!” You point with your spoon into your bowl, then scoop up a bit on the silver instrument. 

“uM, i DON’T THINK THAT i HAVE,,, wH—MMMPH!” You shove the spoon into his mouth, causing him to blush wildly and flick his ears in surprise. He nearly sputters, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth before ice cream went everywhere. You giggle at his reaction, taking your own bite of the treat when he smiles back. You love his blush—it just makes him look so edible. To be honest, you think you are growing red feelings for the troll. You are probably going to tell him later, if the timing is ever right. 

The sound of rolling thunder outside causes your laugh to taper off. You shiver in apprehension—oh, how you hate storms. The fact that the sound reminded you of that boulder just made your anxiety so much worse. 

“____? aRE YOU, aLRIGHT?” Tav’s voice brings you back into the present, and you look up into his concerned eyes. You smile up at him as easily as you can, trying to beat back your nervousness. Since the day before the accident you had been lucky and didn’t get any rainstorms. Unusual, but you didn’t care. It looks like your good luck has broken, though. 

“No, I’m fine. Just got lost in thought for a moment.” You hop off your stool, grabbing your bowl to take to the sink. An abrupt flash of light outside and the subsequent crashing startles you, however. You feel your leg jerk in the wrong direction, fueled by your surprise, and suddenly you are headed for the floor. You prepare for the crash, curling your body up and tightening your muscles. A pair of strong arms catches you around the middle, bringing you gently to the floor. You open your eyelids, relaxing back into the warm haven of Tavros’s chest where he sits behind you. 

“Um, thanks…” You look back to see Tav watching the window, a look of contemplation crossing his features as his head turns slowly toward you. You blush. “W-what?” 

“yOU’RE,,, i MEAN, aRE YOU, uM, aFRAID OF THUNDER?” 

“No,” you reply quickly. “It just startled me, is all. And I’m not—” Another booming rumble cuts of your false denial as your breath catches in fear. Tav gives you a sympathetic glance, rubbing your back to help you relax. “Okay,” you say shakily. “I might be a LITTLE afraid of storms.” He pulls you into the warmth of his chest, setting your bowl aside so you can fold your arms over yourself and then rubs his palms up and down them. You feel better as his body blocks the chill of the room. 

“iT’S ALRIGHT, ____,,, mAYBE, wE COULD DO SOMETHING ELSE, yOU KNOW, tO DISTRACT YOU,,,” You snort, giving him a look over your shoulder. “wHAT?” He thinks over his words, face suddenly darkening with color as he realizes what his suggestion sounds like. Immediately he releases you, holding his hands up in submission. “n-nO, tHAT ISN’T WHAT i MEANT! i MEANT, lIKE A-A GAME OR,,, oR SOMETHING,,,” You twist around, placing a hand on his neck. 

“It’s alright, Tav. I know what you meant.” On a sudden spurt of impulse you lean forward and peck him on the lips, pulling away before he can respond. His mouth parts in surprise, and he looks at you in embarrassed delight. “Let’s bake cupcakes!” You jump up to start the batter, skidding a little on the tile floor. Tavros sits there for a while, trying to calm his racing bloodpusher as he watches you disappear around the corner. He releases a deep sigh, a spark of hope flaring in his chest as he pushes himself off the ground. When he enters the cooking block the flour, eggs, milk, and other various ingredients line the counter space. You emerge from the pantry with a bag of sugar, winking at him as you pass. Tavros pulls a mixing bowl from the cupboard and the pans from beneath, and then awaits instruction. You put him on stirring duty, while you measured the dry ingredients. There is one mishap with the flour dumping onto the counter, but you are able to get most of it up. You will clean that later. The busy work keeps your fears to a minimum, distracting you from them as the two of you work in comfortable silence. 

Next go in the eggs, followed by the milk. You glance over and smile at Tav’s slow pace. Obviously he doesn’t bake much. “Scoot over, chocolate boy,” you tell him, ducking under his arms and easily pulling the whisk from his hand. He stands behind you, lightly placing his hands on your hips as you pull the bowl closer and stir vigorously to remove any clumps. Some of the batter splashes out of the bowl, but that’s okay. You will clean that later too. 

You smile as you feel his palms run up to your waist, fingers traveling under your shirt and brushing over your skin. They pause there, unsure of their welcome. You turn to smile at him, holding out the whisk. He blushes and accepts the device with a lopsided smile. 

“I’m adding the sugar now, and the lemon. Stir it like I just did, okay?”

“uH, yEAH, aLRIGHT,,,” He does so as the final ingredients are put in, making a bit more of a mess than you had. With an amused grin you unthinkingly put a hand on the counter while watching him—right into the patch of flour. Oops. You are about to wipe it away when you pause, glancing at Tavros with a devious smirk. While he is focusing on his task you move around to the other side of him, lifting your hand silently for the strike. In a flash your hand strikes out, catching him on the rear and giving a little squeeze before you dance away, leaving behind a satisfactory white handprint on the pocket of his jeans. He yelps in surprise, whisk jerking from the bowl and flinging a glob of batter at your face. You squeal as it hits you, streaking across your cheek and the corner of your smile before you can duck. 

Laughing, you look up to see the expression of mock anger on Tav’s face. You playfully growl back at him. In return he smiles broadly and crouches, daring you to run. You smile back slowly, letting your tongue run over your lower lip and lap at the batter to the side of it. You wait for Tavros’s eyes to darken, then spin on your heel and dart around the island. Tav instantly gives chase, laughing as he turns the corner. 

At that moment a particularly loud roll of thunder shakes the house, causing your footing to lose its grip. You spin around a little on your toes, arms reaching out for purchase and grabbing Tav’s forearms. He pulls you up and carefully leans you against the counter behind you for support. You grip his shirt, trembling, and he pulls you closer to him. 

“wHY DON’T YOU TELL ME,” he says to distract you. “wHAT THAT WAS FOR?” 

You swallow, a laugh escaping from your tight throat. “Well, you had a little flour on your backside. I thought I would help by dusting it off.” You try to smile innocently up at him, and he gives you a shyly confident grin in return. 

“wELL, iN,,, iN THAT CASE,,, uM, yOU HAVE A LITTLE SOMETHING RIGHT HERE,,,” Before you can guess what he is going to do the troll leans forward, his tongue leading the way as he licks away the cupcake batter from your cheek, lingering by the corner of your mouth. Your eyes meet and Tavros’s breath stops, his neck and ears darkening in color. He pulls back and a fang peeks out of his lips, worrying his lower one as his gaze drifts to your mouth. With a brave tilt of your head you lift your chin, inviting him closer.