Fic: "Happy Hour at Club Babalu," Robin Hood RPF, PG, humor.
One slip off the RPF wagon and it's ALL over, folks. Damn you, Richard Armitage, daaaamn you.
Title: "Happy Hour at Club Babalu"
Author: monimala
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC) RPF
Rating/Classification: PG, Jonas, Richard, Lucy, humor.
Disclaimer: This did not happen and I do not mean to imply that it did.
Summary: 550 words. Takes place between season one and season two. They're already a week behind schedule and everyone's verging on madness.
"Read me a story," Jonas whines, sounding all of ten years old.
That's what he gets for staying with his mum and dad while he's off his foot. Infantile regression. Probably has his mum cutting up his meat for him, too. "No," Richard murmurs, while Lucy covers her mouth with her hand and giggles. "No, I will *not* read you a story."
"Least you can do since your men laid me up," Jonas points out, looking to Luce for confirmation that this is, indeed, perfectly fair compensation. "Read me the one about the squirrels, Richard."
They've yet to stop having a laugh at him for doing CBeebies' bedtime show. Anji and Jonas went around for weeks saying 'squeerrel' just so, like he does, and now apparently Jonas has got it in his head that he should give him and Lucy a private reading. Wonderful.
"Should've fractured your skull instead of your sodding fifth metatarsal," Richard snorts as Jonas pats a clear spot beside him on the bed and beams like a little boy. "And it's hardly my fault that you fell on your arse having it out with one of Guy's men."
They'll be heading on back to Budapest in a day or two, him and Luce, so filming on non-Robin scenes can continue. They're already a week behind schedule and everyone's verging on madness. He'll be happy to tell them all that their stalwart leading man is a prat.
"Oh, come, on, Ricky." Now Lucy's joined in? Lovely. She's also the only one he lets call him "Ricky," without getting an ear boxed for it. "Read wittle Jonas a story. If you can do it on telly, surely you can manage here."
"That's right, Ricky. Listen to Lucy." Wittle Jonas manages to say this, and follow it up with, "Or you'll both have some splainin' to do," with a completely straight face.
Prat.
Richard throws a biscuit at him from the plate his mother fixed when he and Lucy first arrived. "You're a terrible patient, Armstrong."
It gets tossed back at him and manages to go sailing over his shoulder to knock Lucy in the nose. "I love you, too, darling. Now read me a story."
"No."
"Ricky."
"*No.*"
"Richaaaaaard." Lucy stretches up on her toes behind him, and he doesn't have to glance back to know that the look in her eyes matches the one he's facing. Her breath is warm against his neck and he curls his toes inside his boots. Miss Lucy Griffiths is far, far worse for him than Marian is for Guy. She likes to make him forget he fancies men… when she's not reminding him that he has the misfortune to fancy Jonas.
This is what he gets for working with children like them.
Infantile regression.
Lucy gives him a none-too-gentle shove and he winds up sitting in the spot Jonas cleared for him, a copy of The Lost Acorns, shoved into his hands. Really? Armstrong's got his own copy, has he? "You do love me, don't you, Joan?" he muses.
Jonas flashes crooked teeth and dimples. "A little bit."
Richard reads to them about the squirrels. He doesn't do the voices.
Then Lucy slides her hands beneath his jumper and Jonas tugs at his belt… and it requires no 'splainin' at all.
--end--
July 4, 2007
Title: "Happy Hour at Club Babalu"
Author: monimala
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC) RPF
Rating/Classification: PG, Jonas, Richard, Lucy, humor.
Disclaimer: This did not happen and I do not mean to imply that it did.
Summary: 550 words. Takes place between season one and season two. They're already a week behind schedule and everyone's verging on madness.
"Read me a story," Jonas whines, sounding all of ten years old.
That's what he gets for staying with his mum and dad while he's off his foot. Infantile regression. Probably has his mum cutting up his meat for him, too. "No," Richard murmurs, while Lucy covers her mouth with her hand and giggles. "No, I will *not* read you a story."
"Least you can do since your men laid me up," Jonas points out, looking to Luce for confirmation that this is, indeed, perfectly fair compensation. "Read me the one about the squirrels, Richard."
They've yet to stop having a laugh at him for doing CBeebies' bedtime show. Anji and Jonas went around for weeks saying 'squeerrel' just so, like he does, and now apparently Jonas has got it in his head that he should give him and Lucy a private reading. Wonderful.
"Should've fractured your skull instead of your sodding fifth metatarsal," Richard snorts as Jonas pats a clear spot beside him on the bed and beams like a little boy. "And it's hardly my fault that you fell on your arse having it out with one of Guy's men."
They'll be heading on back to Budapest in a day or two, him and Luce, so filming on non-Robin scenes can continue. They're already a week behind schedule and everyone's verging on madness. He'll be happy to tell them all that their stalwart leading man is a prat.
"Oh, come, on, Ricky." Now Lucy's joined in? Lovely. She's also the only one he lets call him "Ricky," without getting an ear boxed for it. "Read wittle Jonas a story. If you can do it on telly, surely you can manage here."
"That's right, Ricky. Listen to Lucy." Wittle Jonas manages to say this, and follow it up with, "Or you'll both have some splainin' to do," with a completely straight face.
Prat.
Richard throws a biscuit at him from the plate his mother fixed when he and Lucy first arrived. "You're a terrible patient, Armstrong."
It gets tossed back at him and manages to go sailing over his shoulder to knock Lucy in the nose. "I love you, too, darling. Now read me a story."
"No."
"Ricky."
"*No.*"
"Richaaaaaard." Lucy stretches up on her toes behind him, and he doesn't have to glance back to know that the look in her eyes matches the one he's facing. Her breath is warm against his neck and he curls his toes inside his boots. Miss Lucy Griffiths is far, far worse for him than Marian is for Guy. She likes to make him forget he fancies men… when she's not reminding him that he has the misfortune to fancy Jonas.
This is what he gets for working with children like them.
Infantile regression.
Lucy gives him a none-too-gentle shove and he winds up sitting in the spot Jonas cleared for him, a copy of The Lost Acorns, shoved into his hands. Really? Armstrong's got his own copy, has he? "You do love me, don't you, Joan?" he muses.
Jonas flashes crooked teeth and dimples. "A little bit."
Richard reads to them about the squirrels. He doesn't do the voices.
Then Lucy slides her hands beneath his jumper and Jonas tugs at his belt… and it requires no 'splainin' at all.
--end--
July 4, 2007