Chances and Luck Tavros X Reader

Chance and luck tavros x reader chpt 9

You shift position, trying to stretch your sore, heavy limbs with a groan. In fact, you felt sore all over—even deep within your lungs. With an impatient huff you try to escape from the mass of quilt you find yourself snarled in, squirming about and shoving it down while you pulled your legs free. It’s as if I’m a wriggler all over again, you think harshly, tired and annoyed with the world. Once free you take a moment to rest, rubbing at the bruises on your chest. Your eyes roam about the respiteblock, taking in the mess of Fiduspawn paraphernalia and damp clothing littering the floor. The events of yesterday—you think it was yesterday—play through your head and you groan again, though thankfully you can’t remember much more than generalities. Flopping onto your back you scrub your face with your palms and grimace at the river muck still caked there. You decide it would be a good idea to wash it away with a quick shower. 

You had just stepped under the hot water when a there is a rapid knock on the door. “What?” The door opens slowly, allowing the shy troll in while you soap yourself up with the body wash. The sight of him calms your frustration, and you greet him warmly. 

“uH, hEY ____, hOW ARE YOU FEELING?” He closes the door behind him and sits down on the lid of the toilet. 

“Like shit, really. But I guess that’s to be expected, huh?” You grab the shampoo and start to scrub your scalp as he chuckles shyly, and then rinse it away. 

“uH, yEAH, i GUESS IT IS,,,” There is a small moment of silence, and you pause in the middle of conditioning your hair. 

“Tavros? What’s wrong?” you ask as you step under the spray to wash the material away. He quietly mumbles an answer, and you stick your head out from under the water so you can hear him easier. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“i, uH, i-i SAID THAT i’M,,, REALLY GLAD THAT YOU ARE OKAY.” Frowning, you pull back the curtain a bit to study his expression. His voice sounds a little wavy and uncertain to you. Sure enough, Tavros is scrubbing away a track of chocolate tears when you look at him, and you feel answering tears burn your eyes in response. He glances up at you, and your eyes hold for a long moment before you sigh unhappily. “Hand me that towel, will you?” you ask, pointing at the one you left on the counter. He gives it to you wordlessly, and you point a finger at him before he can leave the room. “Stay.” You wrap the cloth around you and step out, going over to sit on his lap. He sits back, taking one of your hands in his own and giving it a squeeze, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. 

“Speak to me, Tav.” 

“nO, iT’S NOTHING, I MEAN, sINCE YOUR FINE, tHERE REALLY ISN’T ANYTHING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT, rIGHT?” You give him a look, silently telling him to give you the truth. “uH, rIGHT, sORRY,,,” He takes a deep breath, playing with the fingers in his hold and flicking his ears back. “iT’S JUST, yOU, wELL,,, ____, yOU REALLY SCARED ME YESTERDAY, i-i THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD—i REALLY DID,,, i COULDN’T SAVE YOU ON MY OWN, aND IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR gAMZEE, yOU MIGHT NOT HAVE MADE IT AT ALL,,,” He pulls your head under his chin, wrapping you tightly into his arms. You feel him shudder as he attempts to control his breathing and hug him in reassurance, reminding him you are still here for him. The two of you sit there in silence for a while, comforting each other with your presence, before you send the troll out so you can dress. His gives you a slow kiss before you shut the door on him. 

You put your clothes on quickly—another outfit of baggy shorts and one of Tav’s shirts—then go in search of him. You find him in the room where Foxmom is recuperating. She thumps her tail in acknowledgement of your presence and carefully stands up to limp over to you. Tinkerbull also stretches, fluttering his wings and hovering around your head before curling up behind Tavros on the back of the couch. You scoop up your lusus halfway there and lay yourself down next to the male troll, resting your head in his lap while you stroke Foxmom’s fur. She lets out a contented hum, snuggling closer to you. And you release your own hum as you feel Tavros smooth his hand over your hair, playing with the strands between his fingers. 

“I think my bad luck is finally over,” you murmur softly. He sighs. 

“i REALLY HOPE YOU’RE RIGHT,,, bUT, uM, wHY EXACTLY DO YOU THINK IT’S OVER NOW?” His hand curls protectively around the back of your neck. 

“Bad luck comes in threes, or so I’ve heard. First was the boulder, second was the fire, and third was the river. That should be my quota of bad luck.” 

He chuckles. “uNLESS, yOU KNOW, tHIS BAD LUCK WAS ALL BASED OFF OF, uM, aN ELEMENTAL THEME,,, iN WHICH CASE WE SHOULD PROBABLY BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR, sAY, gIANT SPINNING WIND VORTEXES,,,” 

“Ah, but I’ve already encountered the force of the wind, and it was the only good luck I’ve had lately, my Page of Breath.” He releases a purr of appreciation and the room tapers into quiet. The silence is calm and comfortable, and you feel your eyelids drooping pleasantly before you remember a question you had meant to ask earlier. 

“Hey, Tav?” 

“hM?” 

“Where is Gamzee?” 

“hE, uH, wENT BACK TO HIS HIVE BEFORE, yOU KNOW, tHE SUN CAME UP,” You sigh, turning your head to look at your matesprit. 

“I never got to thank him for saving me. And he didn’t even say goodbye.” Tav searches your face, an unreadable expression crossing his features. 

“uM, iF YOU REALLY WANT, i GUESS i COULD INVITE HIM OVER TONIGHT, sO YOU CAN TELL HIM,,,” He pulls his hand from your head and you frown at the sudden cold, confused. You glance at him and he looks away nervously, causing a delighted grin to brighten your features. 

“Tav, are you jealous?” 

“wELL, i, uH, sHOULDN’T BE, bUT, uM, i GUESS i AM? bUT i WON’T, yOU KNOW, tELL YOU THAT i DON’T WANT YOU TO BE FRIENDS WITH HIM, oR ANYTHING, bECAUSE i REALLY DON’T HAVE ANY RIGHT TO DO SO,,,” You giggle at the blush on his cheeks, and he glares at you in hurt when he thinks you are laughing at the emotions he sees as a sign of weakness. In apology you lean up and kiss him, sitting yourself comfortably on his lap. 

“Tavros, I think Gamzee and I could be friends, but honestly? The troll still scares me too much for me to allow him into any of my quadrants. Besides…” You press your forehead to his, staring seriously into his eyes. “I have you. And I don’t want anyone else.” He turns the flushed cinnamon color you love so much on him and smiles, 

“tHANKS, ____,,,” He pulls you into another kiss, tongue gliding over your lower lip in askance and going deeper when you grant him permission. You purr, winding your arms around his neck and melting into his embrace as his hands run up your spine, holding you to him by the shoulders. 

“Flushed for you, Tavros. And only you.” 

“fLUSHED FOR YOU TOO, ____,” he murmurs against your lips, wrapping his arms carefully around you to avoid pinching your bruises and pecks your lips once more

“sTAY,” he whispers. 

“I thought I was staying here.”

“i MEANT,,, fOREVER,” You look at him in surprise. “wE CAN STILL, yOU KNOW, rEBUILD YOU HIVE, bUT,,, sTAY HERE, w-WITH ME,,,” You smile and press a kiss to his forehead, pulling closer to you. 

“Of course Tav,” you laugh happily. “I’d love to…” He squeezes you in his arms and you gasp, a quick indrawn breath. 

“aH! s-sORRY!” 

“No, don’t worry about it.” You ruffle his Mohawk teasingly. You reposition yourself onto the couch with your head softly in his lap, deciding a bit more rest was a good idea. He pulls a blanket over his legs to protect your skull from his cold metal legs. “I’d rather put up with bad luck like that than miss my chance with you,” you murmur, twining your fingers with his as he pets your hair once more, lightly humming you to sleep.