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Paring: Roy Harper x ex!Reader, Lian Harper x mom!Reader

Summary: Oliver and Dinah didn’t know Roy and (Y/N) had broken up. Mostly because Roy had the certainty that they were made for each other, and the break up was just a bump in the way. And what better opportunity to woo his love once more than in the most romantic setup known to man? Roy was no stranger to change. But one change he would not let happen was drifting away from you.

Warnings: Smut with plot, MNDI.

Words: (a little over) 10k

Divider by @uzmacchiato

A/N: I've been falling in love with Roy for a while now, so I wanted to write him something... I hope you enjoy your reading!

45 months ago Roy Harper’s life changed.

Change was not something unusual for him, in fact it accompanied him in every moment of his life. Many may try to argue that change is part of human nature and, therefore, expected, but they weren’t the ones that constantly had a home taken away from them.

Roy Sr., Brave Bow, Oliver… Roy had had many fathers, many homes. The first gone before he could have any memories of him. The second was responsible for happy memories, for helping him develop as an archer and into a somewhat decent human being, Roy liked to believe. And the third… Oliver, was the most complicated one of all. Someone that Roy had admired, looked up to, someone that offered a new world of possibilities, and that turned his back to him just as fast. It had taken years for them to come back to what they used to be, and it still wasn’t the same.

And through all these turning points in his life, none of them were as defining and as scary as becoming a father.

It was not supposed to happen, him falling in love with a mercenary. A very badass, gorgeous mercenary that kicked his ass on their first encounter. God she was beautiful.

Roy was supposed to get closer to her, turn her in. Not to get to know her, her story, her quirks, the way she looked under the first light of day. He was not supposed to fall in love. And it may have been his naivety, the pink tinted glasses that made him blind to pressing matters such as using a condom. Whatever it was, it did not change the result. Lian changed him.

(Y/N) had found him. Just as he tried to run away from her to protect her, to not let her be caught because he simply couldn’t think of going against her anymore, she found him. Even if it was to give him an earful, as if he was the only one responsible for the life growing inside her. Roy had, admittedly, stopped hearing her rant the moment she announced the pregnancy, and, as soon as he got his bearings again, he kissed her with the passion of with the fervor of a man that counted down the seconds of every day his life was but a reminder of her absence.

Her pregnancy changed Roy.

Parenthood did him good, he’d say. When (Y/N) called him overbearing, he’d call it careful. There was no need for his girlfriend to lift a finger if it were up to him. He’d do whatever it was himself. She could just lay back and glow with the new light motherhood painted her in.

She was also strictly forbidden from going back to her former work. Words that she did not love, not when they clipped her will and freedom. Roy would sometimes catch her with a displeased look in her face, sharing hushed words with the baby bump. For the first time, Roy thought of the possibility of her not wanting the baby. He knew the former mercenary liked the adrenaline, the thrill of a mission. Would family life be enough for her? It wasn’t as if Roy himself didn’t have any doubts and fears. He did! It was just… He cherished this new home he was building for himself, and he was scared it would be taken from him like the ones before. And above it all, he also wanted his love to want this as well.

After all, Lian changed him for the best.

His daughter was a healthy, beautiful, happy baby. The cutest baby ever. The most precious baby in the world. The most precious being in the world, period. The moment Roy held her, everything fell in its place like everything, from the creation of the universe to his joy and pain, had happened so humanity could arrive at the pivotal moment of Lian’s birth. It was a given he’d do anything for her.

Needless to say, he hated how things turned out.

Things can be stressful with a newborn, a baby, a new romantic relationship, moving in together not long after getting to really know each other. Arguments were meant to happen. Stressful days, sleepless nights, and Roy was not proud of the way he wanted to slow down and have his head ‘empty’ the way he used to. In the end, he hated even more the way his wishes seemed to come true.

He came home one day and (Y/N) greeted him with packed bags and their 27 month old on her hip. Things had been stranded, unwanted words had been said, diverted dreams formed and broke and in that moment, (Y/N) had missed who she was before him. Roy protested. A lot. It didn’t change the fact that both of his girls walked out. The silence in his empty house was worse than any sick nightmare his brain could conjure.

Shared custody was a bitch. He wanted to see his princess every day and night, and he wanted to shower his (Y/N) in love. He knew he messed up, she did too. What he didn’t want was to stop fighting for it, for them.

The opportunity presented itself in the form of an invitation.

Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance were going to tie the knot after so many years together, and Roy was extremely happy.

He was even happier with two facts.

First, Lian was asked to be the flower girl, and his princess would look so cute with a puff dress, throwing petals around.

Second, Oliver and Dinah didn’t know him and (Y/N) had broken up. Mostly because Roy had the certainty that they were made for each other, and the break up was just a bump in the way. And what better opportunity to woo his love once more than in the most romantic setup known to man?

Roy was no stranger to change. But one change he would not let happen was drifting away from you.

-

The good thing about having any sort of ties with a billionaire was that they did not hold back when it comes to their close circle.

The car drive had been tiresome, trying to keep Lian entertained because even if she was a lovely and calm child, she was still a toddler getting to know the world for the first time, being filled with curiosity and an abomination towards boredom.

Roy was a good father and he did his best during the trip, but he was driving, so it was up to you to keep the 3 year old entertained and only use screen time as a last resort. You weren’t a perfect mother and you were sure they didn’t exist, but you were not raising an iPad kid.

Getting to the hotel was a blessing.

Lian had fallen asleep a while before arriving and you were carrying her while Roy took the luggage. Oliver had paid for your room, insisting on his groom's party to stay for a week at the luxury hotel at his expense (it must be so good not to worry about money, gods) while he and Dinah would elope after the party and hide away in a tropical destination for their honeymoon.

You let Roy handle the check-in as well, the receptionist words a mere background noise as you took in the opulence of the grand hall.

Marble floors went on as far as the eye could see. White columns rose up into an ornate ceiling painted with angels and clouds. Your nose scrunched at the corniness before you looked back at the sofas and armchairs with plush cushions, colorful pillows, and plants. Plants everywhere, breaking the monotone of white and gold with splashes of green and pink on the instances flowers bloomed in between the leaves.The whole place was one step away from being tacky, yet some interior designer that, no doubt, asked for a fortune had made it all work. You expected the same type of decor in your room.

Taking the comically large elevator, you were pleased to find out that the suite Oliver had booked you was as grandiose as any movie made those seem.

It had a living room fully furnished with couches that looked plush and new, a thick carpet under a coffee table with a fruit bowl and today’s newspaper, floor to ceiling windows that gave way to the beautiful resort painted in green and blue from its planted trees and pools, and an entertainment center with an opening in which you had a feeling a TV was hidden underneath.

Roy passed by those things with the lack of attention only someone that had spent years in the middle of all that luxury. You followed him to the bedroom.

“Oh my… It seems Ollie must’ve mixed things up… There is only one bed.”

Your eyes met the back of Roy’s head. You had known him for long enough to not detect any negativity in his words. In fact, his excitement and happiness for the single bed standing in the middle of the room was palpable, even if you knew he thought he was concealing his true thoughts.

That did not make his words any less true. When you turned to face the room, the bed fit for a couple was the first thing you noticed. It was plush and taller than the one you had in the two bedroom apartment you shared with your toddler, your attention being caught by the thick sheets and way too many pillows two humans would ever need. Next you took in the bedroom bench in front of it, it was a light cream color to match the bed sheets and a piece of furniture you never thought to be necessary. The fluffy rug that must be a pain to clean looked pristine white and you felt a headache forming at the thought of any of you spilling or dirtying it. There was also a small sofa under the window because apparently the hotel designer loved for their guests to have as many options to sit in.

What made you raise an eyebrow was the intricate vanity desk in white wood carved with flowers growing from its legs up to the mirror. It had one large drawer in the middle, no doubt to keep the guest’s makeup or any other accessory. It was beautiful and opulent as everything else surrounding you.

Your peripheral vision let you see an entrance to what you could assume was a walk-in closet, and, on the other side of the room, a door that led to a bathroom that looked to be half the size of your apartment, with a bathtub and two sinks were lovebirds that could not part from each other definitely took their time getting ready.

“I can take the other room if you’d like.” Roy turned to you with a sympathetic smile.

“The living room?”

“No. I think I saw another bedroom with a single bed.”

How much did this room cost? You honestly did not want to know since it’d probably be more than all of your marks ever got in your bank account.

“We can discuss that later.” You decided. “I need to put Lian down.”

You set out to find this other room because your darling girl was growing and even with all the training you’ve done in your life and all the exercise from chasing down your marks, nothing prepared you to carry in your arms a sleeping 3 year old that was growing too fast for your liking for a couple hours or so.

Roy followed after you like a lost puppy and you felt the sudden urge to smile. It almost distracted you from the fact that there was, indeed, another bedroom.

This one was also painted in neutral cream colors, the only differences being the single canopy bed in the middle of the room instead of a king sized bed, and the splashes of color that made the room seem more soft. Blue and red birds could be seen taking flight or standing still mid song on branches that took up every wall. A simpler vanity table stood next to a wardrobe. Instead of intricate carvings, both the vanity and the wardrobe matched each other with simple ruffle-like details that reminded you of flowers. Your eyes softened imagining brushing Lian’s hair in front of the vanity’s mirror while she smiled widely.

Carefully placing the girl on the bed, you covered her with the sheets that smelled of lavender mixed with another fresh scent, and closed the sheer curtains so she could rest but her body would know it was not nighttime yet. Not closing the door completely, you and Roy made your way out. He had been silent as he left Lian’s bag by the wardrobe; one of you would set her things aside once she woke up from her nap.

Once you two were back into the main bedroom you placed one of the bags on the bench and opened it to start unpacking.

“When Lian sees that room, I’m sure she’ll not want you to have it.” You spoke quietly, a bit teasingly.

“Besides, we are both adults. We can share a bed without a fuss.”

You pretend not to feel the movements from the way Roy punched the air in celebration while you took the folded clothes off the bag. He cleared his throat as a way to mask the giddiness in his tone. He failed miserably.

“Yes, definitely. We are both adults and nothing will be happening. Just a very good night of sleep.”

“Good. I have no intention of sleeping with you in any other sense of the word.”

The redhead made a non-comical noise of betrayal.

-

The wedding happened the following day.

It surely was a beautiful wedding. But you weren’t paying much attention to the decoration. Your mind was elsewhere.

Being invited to be Roy’s plus one meant you would be a bridesmaid while he was a groomsman. It was true that in the time you spent in a relationship with the archer you had gotten close to Dinah. She was a force to be reckoned with and you found it easy to open up to her, starting to care for the older woman soon enough. Not only that, but she had made sure you knew she wasn’t inviting you simply because of your relationship with Roy, but because you became her friend, and because she adored Lian as well.

Oliver, on the other hand, was someone you were polite with. The billionaire was always welcoming towards you, warm, trying to win you over with an easy smile and pretty words. And at first you did like him. That was until Roy opened up to you completely, showing you not only the best of him, but also what he thought to be the worst, and you discovered that Oliver Queen, mentor, foster father, turned his back to his protégé when he needed him the most, going as far as kicking Roy out. You never forgave him. Even if your archer did, you couldn't find it in you to do the same. So you accepted the invitation for Dinah and for Roy.

Which leads to where your focus resided on that evening.

Again, bridesmaid and groomsman.

You too had to walk arm in arm down the aisle. And fuck did Roy look good in a suit. His hair had gotten longer since you two broke up, and you did like the way it stood unruly and charming, inviting you to run your fingers through the soft strands you insisted he should moisturize and apply conditioner to when you two lived together. Although, at the moment, it was brushed and combed in a way that did not feel like Roy, but was as charming as he was. You also had a feeling that he’s been taking up more opportunities to fight crime at night and work out with Jason if the size of his biceps were anything to go by. Not that you had the feeling of his arms engraved in your brain and body or anything. You just couldn’t help but notice that they seemed a bit… larger than before.

It was a saving grace and the cruelest of tortures having to part from him to stand on one side of the aisle while he stood on the other. You wish you could say you kept your eyes staring ahead, or on the happy couple when they got together as a way to keep your breath steady and your thoughts pure. It would’ve worked a lot better if you didn’t feel Roy’s piercing green eyes on you, making the already skin tight silk dress Dinah chose for her bridesmaids seem flimsy, or even invisible, under his watchful gaze.

Your attention was only successfully adverted from Roy once, when your sweet daughter made her entrance.

Your little girl looked so cute and every bit of the little princess everyone seemed to spoil her to be. She walked down the aisle in a soft green dress with white flowers embroidered on them, matching her small Mary-Janes. You smiled brightly at her as she created a path of yellow flowers on the aisle. It was visible Lian had taken the job very seriously, her eyes glued on the petals to make sure they’d fall prettily, and only when she had made it to the front steps did she look up at you and her dad with a proud smile, running towards you as she was instructed.

Making sure to tell her she did a good job, your eyes found Roy’s, and you two shared a smile. Even if you two were a patchwork of mistakes, Lian was the one thing you two could agree you did right.

And so you spent the ceremony paying more attention to your little family than the vows being exchanged. You were sure that at some point you’d see videos and photos of the day, but at that moment all you could see was Lian paying rapid attention to the first wedding she’s ever witnessed, and to how Roy looked at you as if the two of you were the ones standing in front of a crowd of your loved ones exchanging promises. The certainty in his eyes made it look like he was making you a promise.

-

You didn’t drink during the dinner and the party that happened after the ceremony for a few reasons.

First, it’d be a bit hard running after your very active daughter who loved exploring.

Second, you honestly did not feel like it that night and were fine with drinking mocktails, water, juice, or soda.

Third, you didn’t want to leave Roy alone.

He had been sober for a few years now, no drinks or substances. That didn’t make it any easier at times, and a party filled with drunken people offering him a drink every couple of minutes was one of them. So you two busied yourself with other things. Lian, catching up with people you haven’t seen in a while, gossiping over Justice League affairs, shooting murderous looks at people approaching Roy with an extra cup, the likes.

Needless to say, time ran by.

When the three of you made your way back into your suite, it was past midnight. Roy carried a very much asleep Lian in his arms while you carried shoes and the wedding favors placed inside two large gift bags. It was safe to say that once Lian was tucked in and you had showered, you were out like a light.

The tiredness from the day before made your mind forget how wrong it was to have your ex-boyfriend wrapped around you like a koala.

The redhead archer often disagreed when you called him clingy, yet when you two dated he was often found with an arm around you. Your brain had long made the connection of comfort with his warmth, and that morning it was no different.

You woke up slowly. The morning sun wasn’t filtered by any curtains as you and Roy seemed to have forgotten to close them in your tired state. The room around you and the soft sheets were unfamiliar, but the warmth surrounding you wasn’t.

With a hum, you turned to face the unruly bed hair in the prettiest shade of red you’ve ever seen. The movement made the arm around you tightened, the man it belonged to groaning in displeasure.

“Go back to sleep.” His lips caressed the pillowcase, making his words slightly muffled.

You smiled as soft as the first sunlight and gave in to that everlasting urge to run your fingers through his hair.

“Good morning.” Your voice was a whisper, fearing the possibility that if you spoke any louder you wouldn’t be able to deny the need to stay and never leave.

Roy had his eyes closed, depriving you of getting lost in his sharp, watchful, forest green eyes. He moved closer until his nose made contact with your neck, inhaling deeply, bringing life into his lungs to start the morning, or simply because the action was familiar, because he missed holding you close and being surrounded by everything that was you, because that way he wouldn’t remember he would go home to an empty apartment, without his girls.

“Dun wanna wake up…” His words caressed your skin, and for a moment you just kept massaging his scalp silently.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, pretending you haven’t parted ways, acting like you wanted to be away when it pained you, feigning that the rift between you two was your biggest regret. But at this point, how could you fix something that was torn apart?

Lian’s cries pulled you away from your thoughts and into action, prying yourself from Roy to make way to your confused toddler, who in her sleepy state, had only seen a room she didn’t know and her parents nowhere in sight.

Wrapping her in your arms to calm her down, gently rocking her smaller frame and whispering comforting words, you didn’t notice the look in Roy’s face.

The archer, leaning against the door frame, was gazing upon his whole world, drinking up the sight he was starved from, and wishing, hoping, and bargaining with every deity that would hear his desperate pleas to let him have them in his life until he took his last breath. He may not deserve them, but he’d love them over anything and everyone else, and there was no force in the universe that could deprive him of them.

-

After breakfast, the three of you were walking around the hotel, Lian in between you and Roy, holding both of your hands as her pigtails flew from one side to the other as she needed to look at everything, see all the hotel had to offer. She would’ve bolted away by then if not for the secure grip you had on her tiny hands.

When you got to the large pool, her eyes lit up like Christmas lights and you had to remind her she had just eaten and didn’t have her swimsuit on. The toddler pouted as if what you said was the saddest revelation ever, but when she looked out towards the pool once more, her eyes caught someone she adored and the excitement appeared again.

“Uncle Dickie!”

Lian wiggled away from you and your ex in order to run towards one of her beloved uncles.

The other hotel guests looked appalled for a second at the nickname the toddler shouted, but when their eyes followed the little girl, their gaze went from surprise to appreciative. After all, those people were having the privilege of seeing the Dick Grayson in swim trunks. Abs, pecs and arms for their hungry gazes to feast upon. All that paired up with his dazzling white smile as he picked up the happy child made everyone swoon and sigh dreamily.

You turned with Roy with a deadpan he snickered at.

“Good morning, lovebirds.” The last flying Grayson greeted them with their daughter in his arms.

“How have you been up so early? And why are you already swimming? I feel like a tired blob.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

“I have a lot of energy to burn off. If you ever wish to help me-”

“I always thought you make quite the nice practice target, Grayson.” Roy tried to say lightheartedly, but it came out more like a snarl. “I got a bow and the want to test that theory out.”

Dick’s laugh always took up the whole room, and right now in the open it felt like a blanket over those around the pool area. More dreamy sighs could be hard as Roy’s scowl deepened.

“No need to get all defensive, Roy. It’s just harmless fun.”

Dick winked at you, making the redhead take a step further towards him. Lian looked confused at her father’s angry face, and she might not understand the intentions behind the words exchanged, but if she was anything it was daddy’s little girl and she would not tolerate anything that made her dad sad. So, while you put your hand on Roy’s chest to not have him let his jealousy take over, Lian had taken it into her hands to give Uncle Dickie a hard time. Or, in other words, she had taken some of his hair strands to pull to not only grab his attention, but to make it clear she wasn’t happy.

“Uncle Dickie is being bad.”

The three adults froze at the little girl’s frown. Dick had an appalled look and you needed to cover your mouth to muffle your giggles. Roy did not have such decorum. The redhead took his daughter from one of his oldest friends’ arms and laughed proudly.

“That’s right, princess. Uncle Dickie is being really bad.” His words made the little girl nod seriously, and the uncle in question placed a hand over his heart at the biggest betrayal he had ever suffered.

“Lian…” The blue eyed man tried to plead his case, but the overly proud father cut him off.

“Ah-ah, bad uncles don’t get to talk to my princess.”

Dick gasped so loud, heads turned to watch the theatrics unfold.

“Okay, okay, cut it off you drama queens.”

You placed yourself in between them.

“We were just out exploring a bit, so we’ll get back to that. If you wanna grab dinner with us later, Dick, you’re invited. I’ll send Wally and the others a message as well.” You said, trying to be diplomatic.

The first sidekick beamed as if his imaginary wounds from Lian’s very serious scolding already healed.

“Sure! Is Lian gonna join?”

“Why the fu-”

“Roy!”

“Ahem, sorry. Why the freak wouldn’t my daughter join?”

“Oh, I thought maybe she’d stay with the hotel babysitters? Or whatever their name is. Like, the ones that make activities and play with the kids while the parents also explore the hotel on their own. But again, I don’t know if they give the kids back to the parents for meals or whatever. I don’t have kids as you’re well aware of.”

You and Roy exchanged a look.

“You two… didn’t know the hotel had people to play with Lian?”

You slowly turned back to your friend.

“I did. But… I guess it just slipped my mind.”

“Well, Lian, do you wanna play with other kids?” The brunette spoke to the girl with a soft smile, and the girl, forgetting she was ever mad at her uncle, nodded happily.

“I wanna play!” She spoke excitedly, making the three of you melt slightly at her happiness.

You talked for a while longer before saying your goodbyes to Dick, promising to have dinner later with him and your friends while Roy grumbled, still slightly pissed, and you two were then on a quest to find the ‘kid’s room’, as the former acrobat described.

The room in question was more of a whole area of the hotel. Colorful, with drawings of children and animals painted on the walls, low and small tables the appropriately sized for the kids so they could color, a stand with books, toys in every corner and surface, and a lot of laughing and talking. Lian was practically vibrating with energy as she took everything in. No doubt she wanted to be put down on the ground to run around and meet the kids that were already there, some of which stared at her in curiosity.

But first, you and Roy talked to the woman that looked to be only a few years older than you two. She handed you the schedule of the day so you would know when and where Lian would be; you gave her your phone number so you would be in contact; Lian’s allergies were listed, and at least the girl could enter the children’s playroom.

Your ex followed her movements with rapid attention, certifying that the other kids would be kind to his little girl. She turned to the pair of you with a smile and waved you two goodbye, a clear sign she was happy to be there. You two might have stood there for five minutes or so before leaving the area, and only when you were outdoors Roy spoke again.

“She didn’t even cry.”

You turned to him in disbelief.

“You wanted her to cry?”

“What? No!”

Roy turned to you with wide eyes, hands waving in the air between the two of you as to defend himself if you ever felt the need to punch his guts. Which you did.

“I never want her to cry. You know that. All I ever want is for her to be happy and healthy, but I’ve also seen those videos of toddlers being left in daycare for the first time and how they are sad to be away from their parents, and, not gonna lie, I thought Lian would be the same.”

You slowly nodded. It was true that you had the privilege of spending time with Lian. Roy worked as a teacher, you had your savings as a mercenary, plus you were finally trying to pursue your dream career, even if you would get a few… jobs every once in a while when Lian was with Roy. Not that you two ever talked about what you did with the time you weren’t with your daughter. In the end, you were looking for schools for Lian. She would turn four faster than you wanted to and the time to drive her down to a school every week day was approaching, yet you did not think much about having to say goodbye like this every single day.

“She’s growing up.” Your thoughts turned into words.

“Don’t say that. I might cry.”

Roy’s heartbroken look made you giggle, and you did something you haven’t dared do in so long. You took his arm and leaned against him as you two walked together.

“Yeah. I think I might cry about it at one point as well. But I think we’ve been doing an overall good job when it comes to her. We’ll figure out how we can exist when she is away from us, conquering her space in the world.”

The redhead sighed and his body seemed to lean more into you.

“I don’t think I remember how to exist without her.”

Without realizing, the two of you were making your way back to your suite.

“It’s not necessarily ‘without’ her, it’s just…”

“She’ll be doing her own thing, learning and growing up, and we will be home waiting for her to come back and tell us all about it to celebrate with her, or to help her out?”

He reluctantly let go of you to open the suite’s door, and you looked at him pensively before getting in.

“You sound like a good father.”

“Excuse you?”

You laughed loudly, and Roy’s annoyed expression soon turned loving when you leaned against him to stabilize yourself from your laughing fit.

“Sorry.” You managed to say after a couple minutes, looking up to smile at him.

“It’s just… We’ve known each other for a few years now, which feels like a lifetime ago and yesterday… And… I’ve seen you through a lot. And no matter how many mistakes I’ve made in my life, and how many of them I’ve made in our relationship, I could never regret you or anything we’ve been through. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m happy to share these moments with-”

Roy cut you off with a kiss.

His large hands, calloused from years of yielding a bow and the fate of countless lives, held your cheeks gently, light as a feather, and as full of love as you remembered his touch to be.

And maybe kissing your ex was not a good thing in someone’s perspective, but this was Roy. Your Roy. Always loving, always kind, always trying to make you and Lian happy. It made you forget the stupid, silly reason you broke things off, because how could the two of you not work when being next to him felt so right?

So you let yourself wrap your arms around him. One of your hands held his shoulder, while the other got lost in his red strands of hair, pulling him to you so you could mold your very existence to him and not dare be separated.

And Roy? He was acting as if you were the very center of his gravity, bending to your every whim, coiling around you. A hand was on your waist, pulling you flush against him as if you would dare pull away at any moment, while the other was at the back of your head, firm and secure, guiding the kiss with the calm expertise of a man that has the done the motion time and again, even if the desperation in the movement of his lips on yours, the refusal to be apart even for a millimeter, told you a different story.

The weight of him on you made you stumble back until your lower back hit something solid, a piece of furniture close to the door made to leave things on it or whatever. In that moment, its sole purpose was to support you as Roy’s lips refused to let you go, his hands leaving their previous places to roam over your body, relearning the curves and lines that were part of you.

You tugged at his hair so you could breathe, and the redhead let out a groan that was both an invitation to keep pulling at his hair as much as it was to showcase his displeasure at parting from you. Not that he stayed away for long as he soon dove towards your neck, nipping on the skin.

Your head leaned back on the wall at the feeling of his teeth gently dragging across your skin before he placed his lips on it once more, sucking a hickey you would undoubtedly complain about when you came back to your senses.

Nothing seemed to be truly enough, even as he placed you on top of the furniture, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him to you. His large hands caressed your thighs appreciatively before making their way to your ass. Even so it was Roy that let out a groan, as if groping at the fat of your body shot pleasure through him, as if the axes of the world fell back in its place with the way he could grind against you, creating a delicious friction between two bodies that missed each other.

“Roy…” Your voice was airy and pleading. There was too much in the way, you couldn’t feel enough of him.

Hearing your call, something switched inside your ex-boyfriend. His actions were more desperate than deliberate, muscle memory born from countless nights (and even days) when you would get lost in each other. It felt like the need to memorize the feeling of you overpowered everything else. But the call of his name made his focus switch. It went from feeling good by being pressed against you to realize it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He wanted to hear his name in every variation, needy, breathless, desperate, at the top of your lungs so the whole world could know you were his. In hopes screaming it enough would remind you of that fact as well.

And above it all, he needed to remember the feeling that haunted his every waking hour with its absence, and chased him in his dreams as a prize dangling above his head taunting the reality where it was far away. He needed to feel you surrounding him, the way your gummy walls would grip onto him and refuse to let him go, as if he would ever want to be anywhere else but inside that greedy, sloppy, utterly perfect pussy.

Yeah. Your clothes were annoying him to no end.

In a blur of movements, he pulled your shirt off right as you were about to pull at his. You had to stop your movements in order to raise your arms, making him do the same right after. His hands didn’t stay away for long, in truth, not even the last son of Krypton could tear Roy Harper from you at that moment.

Experienced hands ran across your body, mapping out the constellations of birth marks and scars drawn on your skin. Your back automatically arched towards him the same way a compass points North, and your own hands had a mind of their own, tracing over the planes of his muscles. The gasp that fled from your parted lips as he unhooked your bra was not of surprise, but of expectation, the anticipation of his lips descending to your mounds as his fingers dug into the softness of your bosom.

“God, I’ve missed my girls.”

“Ah… Are you… Are you referring to my breasts as… your girls?”

You tried to make your voice come out steady, you truly did. But Roy was sucking your skin into his mouth, running his tongue over your nipple as his hand gave the other the same caring attention, as if one mound could get jealous of the other.

“They are, aren’t they?” Even when he pulled back, he did not tear his attention from your breasts. His eyes followed the way they fit in his hands, perfectly molded to be held by him, to be squeezed and bitten. And when he did just as he wanted, you mewled in pleasure.

“And oh how I love them.” He mumbled, lips brushing against the top of your breasts in a way that wove his words into your atoms, for your skin more than they were for your ears.

“But I think my attention is needed somewhere else as well, don’t you agree?”

His lips kept making their way upwards, brushing back against the marks he left on your neck, gently caressing your jaw, until he was whispering by your temple.

Your mind was torn. A part of it was aware of the path his lips recreated. The larger part was hypnotized by the slow descent of Roy’s dominant hand to your shorts, dragging down the zipper while his eyes were on yours.

You always loved his eyes. They reminded you of emeralds. Not the ones cut into jewelry, reshaped in a smooth, unnatural way, but the uncut type. His eyes had always been raw and truthful, holding a kaleidoscope of feelings he’d always so freely expressed with witty remarks, or whispers in the dark. You could, very cheesily, get lost in them. But, you thought to yourself, they were the most magnetic when his lust swallowed their color whole, when he looked at you like you were the precious jewel he would hoard away from the world for only his emerald eyes to admire.

And maybe your mind was even more scattered than you thought previously. And maybe you would be ashamed of it in any other circumstance. Because, yes, you had been aware of his lips, of his hands, of the way he had pulled back to look at you, and then your mind had focused on that look and your senses, divided and dispersed, had decided to pay rapid attention to that dark desire that swallowed the green in his eyes as greedily as his hands held onto you, and your body melted against him for a moment.

One moment filled with an unspoken certainty you were where you belonged. A short lived moment in fact, as you were left to snap back to attention. The sharp adrenaline taking up your body as the rough pads of his fingers made contact with your clothed core.

Your mouth fell into a surprised O shape. His hands were already inside your shorts? Apparently so as they applied only a fraction of pressure against your covered lips.

“Oh, honey.” Roy cooed.

“Is this all for me?”

You nodded immediately, on instinct, because who else would you be wet for?

“My, my… Your panties are soaked, honey.” The archer’s tone was cocky, you could feel his smirk on the skin of your neck as he bent down to kiss it some more. It made you let out an annoyed huff that was almost accompanied by a whine.

“Don’t stall.”

“Ah…” He said disapprovingly, pressing the pad of his fingers harder against your lips. This time you did let out a whine.

“You made me wait so long to have you like this again, honey… And you are the one acting all impatient now?” Roy made a disapproving sound. Not that you were paying much attention, really, you were just trying to grind down on his fingers to get some more friction from him.

Which made the moment he pulled his touch away from you feel even more of a betrayal. The sound you let out was pathetic at best, akin to a wounded animal in disbelief the only solace it had was being ripped away. The absence of Roy’s warmth made you realize you had closed your eyes at some point. Trying to protest, you sat up straighter, a bit away from the wall, to voice your displeasure only to be met with his all consuming gaze before you let out a yelp of surprise.

The redhead, in a combined show of years of training and strength, picked you up like you weighed nothing. And given the fact you’ve seen him pulling Jason Todd around, you knew that to him it felt like you didn’t.

For a moment, your world spun around. Then it set back in its axes as you were gently placed down, feeling the change from the hard wood to the comfortable plush of the couch, watching Roy in close attention as he pulled down the last piece of garment keeping what he wanted away from him.

You let out a silent thank you to the interior designers of this hotel for choosing such a comfortable couch at the perfect level for a 5’11” to kneel down at your feet and place your legs over his shoulders.

Each kiss placed on the skin of your thighs felt like devotion. Roy was going slow, placing his lips on you with care, his eyes closed as praying, thanking one deity at a time with each kiss he gave you, like he was blessed for having the opportunity to touch you. It left you breathless not because it was something demanding, but because it was soft and true, and it made your heart beat with adrenaline unlike when you chased a mark, the kind that made you want to rush home to feel this all over again.

Your lips parted, perhaps to let out a soft pleased sound, perhaps to admit the truths written with the beats of your heart. But you never got the chance to let your brain catch up to your feelings as the man before you finally had his dreams come true as he placed his mouth on you.

Your legs closed around his head in surprise, although Roy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he wasn’t paying attention to anything else besides subduing the thirst he felt.

There are many forms of desire, and the one that Roy Harper felt for you was all consuming, born in the marrow of his bones and taken through his bloodstream, burning in his veins, setting his heart on fire. And the only relief he could ever find was in the sweet nectar of your cunt.

‘Hungry’ didn’t even begin to encompass the way his mouth moved against you. Desperate, messy, his tongue lapped on your folds letting out pleasured groans as if eating you out gave him more pleasure than it did you, which did not make sense when your brain was miles away from that hotel suite, up in the cosmos and you were certain you found the answer to an intergalactic equation.

Once you may have been whole, but you always fell apart at the seams with the way Roy worked on you. Especially when he’d place his hands on you, feeling up your legs in reverence before his hands made their way up to your ass. The motion surprises you enough to make your hips buckle against his face, a hand giving in into the red temptation of his locks and pulling at the fiery strands of hair.

And if Roy had any say in how he would part from this world, he’d choose to die between your legs anytime.

The beautiful melodies of pleasure you sang in his name had him twitching inside his shorts, the pressure of the zipper against him giving him some friction, paired with the delicious taste of you, it had him grinding on air subconsciously in the same way he’d done when he was but an inexperienced guy giving head for the first time. Not that he cared, or noticed, the world started with your pussy and ended at your moans.

It was a lot and not close to being enough.

Ultimately, Roy let go of your cheeks to bring his hand back to your entrance, teasing its opening in slow motions that made your breath hitch.

His finger had barely pressed against your lips as they easily breached past it, finding itself surrounded by the greediest hole in existence because how else could he describe the way your pussy hungrily greeted him? A siren call, swallowing his digit whole.

You whimpered, hips buckling once more, as he started moving his finger in tandem inside you, unhurriedly, mapping out your insides by touch alone. Soon he knew one digit would not be enough, so he promptly added another, eagerly massaging your gummy walls in places that felt unattended for so long.

God bless archery and the long fingers of Roy William Harper Jr., responsible for the delicious waves of pleasure that you could call the best orgasm you’ve had in months.

And where one would find their breath, yours was still out of reach as said man felt resistant to the idea of parting from your sweet temptation.

“Roy…” You whined. “Too much…”

But the man was deaf to the world until he made sure the very last of your essence was savored, and you were left to whine and moan in mock protest.

When he finally gave you lenience, parting from your core, your next orgasm was already on the horizon, but you welcomed the small break, taking the time to look upon the man that had once stolen your heart completely.

Your chest rose and fell as you finally figured out how to get air inside your lungs again only for it to get stolen from you again.

Roy was a handsome man any day of the week, and very often you had found yourself silently swooning over him in your time together. But your favorite view has undoubtedly always been the one before you when his hair is disheveled, eyes like the starless sea drowning in desire, and his lips smeared in the evidence of how his actions could render you speechless and in a puddle of your own arousal. He was always beautiful on his knees for you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few heartbeats, admiring the other until it wasn’t enough anymore.

You don’t remember who moved first, what you did know was that you ended in Roy’s arms once more, getting a taste of you from his lips while he carried you away once more. Your legs had found themselves around his waist, your arms around his shoulders as your hands explored anything you could reach, from the hard planes of his back, to the soft feeling of his hair in between your fingers. The hotel bed couldn’t be farther away as it felt to be in that moment.

Once you’ve reached the plushness of sheets that surely cost a month's worth of your salary, your hands made their descent from Roy’s shoulders to his navel, fiddling with his zipper, humming appreciatively when ghosting past his abs.

The archer was also growing impatient, burning with a need only you could satiate, also brought his hands to the front of his shorts. The impatience you both displayed caused the simple act of taking his shorts off to feel alien and clumsy, making you two giggle.

“Gosh.. What are we? Teenagers?” You said in between giggles.

“Just two very eager adults perhaps.” Roy answered with an easy smile that made one of the corners of his lip quip higher than the other.

Your laugh was genuine and crystalline at his comment, easy and contemptuous. Your eyes closed as you did in a way which would leave you to never know how Roy looked at you as if you had painted the stars in the sky yourself, and he could only consider himself honored to bask in their light. Your light.

The sound of the zipper was what brought you back into the moment. Your lips still curved in a smile as a hand rose to caress his cheek. The atmosphere was still woven in desire, but it also had the colors of the soft and truthful feeling you both shared.

Roy kept his eyes on you as he finished undressing, and you felt no need to look away from his eyes at the moment, not until you felt the press of him against you. It was a warm reminder of two things. The first being that he was big, deliciously so. And the second was that it had been a while since you’ve had sex.

You looked down between your bodies, your eyes tracing every scar that marred what was once smooth skin, scanning with utter adoration the lines of his muscles, until your gaze landed on the very reason you accidentally became parents.

In truth Roy could be considered average in length, only long enough to reach further than your fingers and right into that sweet spot inside you. The man was made to hit bullseye.

But what made the whole joyride worth the while was the girth of him. Big enough you couldn’t close your finger around him, and the reminiscences of the night before could be felt on the light soreness of your jaw the following morning. Now, the stretch… You swore you saw stars every time. And with the way his tip was reddened, already leaking precum, your insides fluttered at the thought he would not last long.

“Has it been anyone?”

“Mhm?” You hummed distracted, trying to tear your eyes away from his cock.

“After we broke up. Has it been anyone else?”

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before your eyebrows furrowed, displeased.

“I’ve had to find a stable job to take care of Lian, and yes-” You interrupted him when he opened his mouth to protest.

“You are stellar, an amazing dad that helps around and buys her everything she needs. But she was staying with me full time, so besides having to take care of her I had to buy daily stuff for me and her. Find a job that would not get me killed that easily, or away from her for too long, since, and with all due respect, your teacher salary is helpful but not a miracle.”

You crossed your arms, an action that immediately brought Roy’s attention down to your breasts.

“Where the fuck would I get the time to get laid?”

“Oh, thank God.”

“Excuse you?”

Holding the base of his cock, your infuriating ex pressed himself against you. Shifting his hips with a small groan, he gathered your slickness on his member, and you bit your lower lip to hold back a sound.

“I dreamed of this pussy… Always so good to me, so needy… Always ready too. So wet and perfect every time… Made for me.”

His voice was airy and soft. The words tumbling past his lips felt sincere, but not made for your ears. Something he said without thought. Or after too much thought.

“Spent nights awake thinking if anyone was touching you… Making you forget for even a second that I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, and your jaw went slack. It had been a while since you had done this. Since you had done it with him.

You took deep breaths as he slowly pressed into you, breaching past your entrance until the tip was inside. It was an herculean effort from both parts. You, trying to get used to being stretched like this again, and him, who felt himself salivating at the way you wrapped so perfectly around him, warm and soft. He wanted nothing more to push inside you, be completely surrounded by your perfect, perfect body, and make you cry out for him.

Roy pressed some loving kisses on the side of your head as he slowly rocked his hips against yours, moving in an inch at the time with each motion.

You let out breathless gasps and tiny moans at his movements.

“You feel how she squeezes around me, babe?” Roy groaned. “She missed me.”

When he finally bottomed out, you let out a whimper, legs wrapping around his waist and arms thrown over his shoulders. Roy, in exchange, had his hands on your hips, holding you in place as he moved hard and deep inside you, even if his pace was still slow, taking his time to feel you entirely once again; just as you could feel every vein of his dragging over your walls.

“Roy…” You called his name in a breathless needy tone, hands finding his hair as they so easily did, tugging at the strands.

“That’s it, honey. Call my name just like that. Let me hear you…”

You felt Roy’s breath on your neck for a second as a warning to the kisses and bites he would litter over your skin. Something you weren’t paying much attention to, as he started to move faster inside you.

Your moans got louder as he drove harder and faster into you, the burning on your inner thighs adding to the pleasure of the moment and you couldn’t resist the temptation of digging your nails in between the constellation of his freckled shoulders.

“Fuck Roy… Ngh… So good…”

“Yeah?” His breath hit your ear heavy and short. Your response was another moan of his name accompanied by the arching of your back.

Roy took the opportunity to wrap his arms around the opening you created between the bed and your body, burying his head on your chest to kiss and nip at your skin. You could feel his movements growing frantic, chasing his high. You had a feeling he wouldn’t last long. Maybe it was a sign that he too hasn't done this in a while. The thought made something bloom in your chest. And your uterus.

Because Roy soon found his release inside you, his warm cum shot inside you with no warning as his hips staggered against yours. And maybe it was due to your earlier orgasm. Maybe it was the long nights without someone’s warmth next to yours. But the feeling of his release flooding you was too much, and with a cry of his name, you too found your climax.

Your head lolled back, mouth agape welcoming any air that breezed by, and head lighter than it has been in so long. It felt like swimming through a fluffy cloud of happiness, weighting absolutely nothing, forever staying in that place with a heaving chest, arms sprawled next to you and raising legs… Raising legs?

Your head shot up to look at the cockiest redhead on earthy apparently, because said man had this smug, content look in his face, with a gleam in his eyes that reminded you of summer days, and a smirk that made you want to slap his face and pull him into a kiss.

“What… are you d-doing?” You really hated the way you were slightly out of breath. Your stamina was better than this! Was the adrenaline of being with Roy making you short circuit in such an embarrassing way?

“You think that was enough?”

His large palms had taken hold of the back of your thighs and were pushing them up to your chest, effectively folding your bewildered self in half.

“You…”

Him. Pressing against you once more. Almost fully erected.

“Fuck, Harper…” You whined. “Can’t you give me a minute?”

“If you really need it.” He said in such a nonchalant way someone passing by would think you asked him if you could have his jacket in a cold evening.

“But look at her.” This time his voice was filled with amazement, looking down at your pussy as he ground against it. Her. Argh, how pathetic was it for him to talk to your cunt as if it was an entity to be worshiped? And how pathetic of you it was to get even more turned on as you felt the desperation on the rolls of his hips, making a soft squelching sound from the evidence of his need, his cum mixing with your own arousal.

“She’s so hungry… She wants more. Look at her! Ah… So messy, slobbering on my cock like this.”

“Fuck, Roy! Shut up…” You whined.

“Why? You wanna hear what she has to say? Let’s hear it.”

What you did hear was that embarrassing squelching sound that made your ears turn red. At least Roy had his eyes focused solely on your sloppy lips to truly notice.

“What do you think she wants?”

“Your cock…” You said under your battered breath.

“What was it, honey?”

“I want your cock.” You mewled, eyes closing.

Roy wouldn’t have it. He let go of one of your thighs, letting it fall to his shoulder as he drew closer to your face, choosing to hold your jaw instead, making you open your eyes (and your mouth) to greet him.

“I would never deny you anything you want, honey.” His voice was as sweet as the nickname he so easily gave you, mouth opening to press against yours like a missing puzzle piece.

And you would’ve thanked him, perhaps, if it weren’t for his cock parting you open once more.

It was easier this time. Not only were you still needy for him, but you were also stuffed with his cum, glistening with the reminiscent of your. He slid right in. And the new position made every nerve of your body come alight.

“And I won’t stop until we’re both satisfied.”

-

It may be that not every relationship works out. Or one of the parts just doesn’t need to tell his father figure they were broken up so they can share a room with one bed and find a way to make up. Preferably by going round after round, until coherent words turn into a blend of sounds and your mind is too far gone leading you two to admit to still being in love. And maybe filling your darling girlfriend (because she is his girlfriend again) over and over, getting hypnotized by the way your cum runs down her fluttering entrance is the true moral of the story.

-

The two of you went to pick up Lian before dinner time (and after placing all the make up powder and color corrector you had on every hickey you discovered on your neck and cleavage). Roy had a smile you were sure would give his facial muscles a cramp the whole walk to the Kid’s Club, and it only softened at the sight of your very adorable child.

When she saw the pair of you, your daughter ran up to you with a bright and excited smile, immediately launching on a story of how her day went, all the adventures she’s been to around the hotel area and all the friends she made.

“Your new friends were nice to you, princess?”

Roy asked in a kind and sweet way you knew hid a silent threat if there was a single soul that was anything but nice to his little princess. You shot him a glare that said ‘Don’t you dare try to fight a three to five year old again, Harper’, to which he shrugged.

“Yes!” Lian answered loudly and happily, a skip in her step.

“Playing is nice.”

Roy nodded at her to show he was hanging on every word of hers, which you were sure he was.

“I like playing with mommy and daddy, and uncle Jason, and uncle Dickie, and Grandpa Ollie, and everyone.”

You patted her head with a smile hearing her be so happy and passionate about playing, but her unexpected comment next made you freeze.

“But you're not kids. So I want a baby sister.”

Sensing you and Roy had stopped in your tracks, Lian turned around to look up at the two of you.

“Can I get one? It can be my birthday gift…”

You thought that, in that moment, you knew exactly how a fish stranded on the surface felt. And maybe your sweet child took your shocked expression as a refusal because she tried to plead her case further.

“It can be a baby brother. Or just a baby. Any baby. A human baby? I think cats are cool, too, but I don’t think a baby cat would want to play princesses and assassins with me…” She pouted pleadingly, her doe eyes reflecting the sunset lights as time ran from your fingertips.

“I…” You tried to catch the words that so stubbornly ran away from you. In the end, Roy beat you to it, crouching down to Lian’s level and pinching her cheek affectionately, making her giggle.

“You know daddy would give you the world, right, kid?”

Lian’s smile widened.

“So I can get a baby sister?”

Roy chuckled.

“Daddy will make sure you’ll be a big sister alright, kiddo.”

As Lian skipped ahead, happily going on about pretty names for her future sister. You followed after her in a daze.

It was the feeling of a shiver running down your spine that made you look to the side. Years of training to be lethal, plus your time as a mercenary chasing down a variety of targets, made your instincts preen at any danger. Or in this case, the predatory look in Roy’s eyes.

Needless to say, the hotel’s Kid’s Club made every member of your family happy, with great activities for the kids, and plenty of alone time for the parents.

A/N: Pretend the 3 year old’s vocabulary is compatible with her age because as I was writing I was like mhmmm maybe this is how a 3y/o would sound, maybe not. I am clearly not a parent that is constantly around a toddler. Sorry. I hope I wrote Roy, Lian and their dynamic in a good way.

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