♡Flowers and Gift Baskets♡
~♤Roy Harper♤~
[roy harper] [mlw] [roy harper x teacher!reader] [reader is lian's teacher] [girldad!roy] [x reader] [fluff] [lian learned the word 'wingman'] [slowburn] [no kiss yet] [awkward!roy]
Disclaimer: THIS FIC IS MINE, IT WAS POSTED ON MY OLD ACCOUNT WHICH I LOST. THIS IS A REPOST.
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It all started when Lian got a new teacher at her kindergarten in the beginning of the new year. Roy wasn't able to make it to the meet and greet, but the bright smiles and theatric stories Lian told him about you gave him a pretty good first impression of you.
After about 6 months of hearing about how lovely you are, how pretty the flowers looked in your hair, how lovely your dresses looked and how worried you got about one of the kiddies who scraped their knee on the pavement, Roy was quite curious about you.
One day, Lian came home and told Roy that you'd gotten the bronchitis and you were off for the next two weeks. Roy decided that this didn't make him just a little concerned about you. No. Not at all.
The day that he knew you were coming back, he sent a care package with Lian to class. A little basket with a blanket, bath goodies, a hot water bottle, some fluffy socks and some hot chocolate. Not a big deal. Lian was more than happy to tell you that her daddy had spent a lot of time asking her if you likes cats or raccoons on your socks.
You smile and try to hide how it made your heart skip a teeny tiny beat when you'd heard how Roy had gone through such trouble for you.
>>—♡—>
About a week later, there was a mandatory little end of semester garden party. It's a private kindergarten. It was Autumn and you were wearing a long sleeved coffee coloured dress with some black leggings, boots and your hair was tied into a bun with wispy hairs sticking out.
You were busy talking to another parent when Roy saw you. To say that his jaw dropped was an understatement. You were drop dead gorgeous. Your smile? Radiant. Your laugh? Absolutely encapsulating. It was so full and whole, like when Emilia Clark laughs. Even the way you walked was nice.
"Daddy, you're staring." Said his sassy 5-year-old daughter.
"Yes, thank you, Lian."
"You're welcome." she smiles her missing-toothed smile. You walked up to him with a grin and a cup of tea in hand.
"Hi, you must be Lian's father. I'm her teacher." you smile. You must admit he is attractive. The tattoos, the 5 o'clock shadow, the long-ish hair, the leather jacket paired with the sweater vest, a white collar peeking out? Sold.
"I'm Roy. it's nice to finally meet you, did you enjoy the care package that I sent with Lian, or did she steal it?" he teases Lian and ruffles her hair.
You smile, remembering how thoughtful and sincere the little basket was, making your heart do funny things. "I loved it. Especially the socks. I love the cats."
"I like your dress, miss." Lian says with a crooked smile.
"Thank you, pumpkin. Why don't you go play and grab a little snack?" you suggest. Roy watches as the tot runs on her little legs.
"How is she in class?" He asks, not entirely sure what else to ask.
"She is one of my best. She's so interactive, and happy and willing to learn. She's compassionate. The other day, she wouldn't let me kill a bug that was in the class, asking me to take it outside. No, she really is a lovely student and a pleasure to teach." You say. Your passion for both Lian and teaching kindergarteners makes his heart do little flips in his chest.
"Im glad she isn't being a little menace."
"Lian told me you put a lot of effort into that basket. I really appreciate the thought. No one's done that for me before and it made me really happy." You smile. That smile does things to his heart and stomach. He hasn't felt this way since Lian's mother, Jade. Except this time it isn't so much the thrill of dating a villain. You are a kindergarten teacher. And you are so beautiful when you smile at him like that.
"It was really my pleasure. Lian loves you as her teacher and I was just trying to give you a little kickstart to the new week back at school." Roy pauses. "I make a lot of bike references. Not sure if that was obvious." he adds sheepishly
"You like bikes?" You ask.
"Yeah. I am something of a mechanic. I bought the bike that I have now after working on a really huge project." Roy says proudly. He really likes his bike. "You have really pretty eyes." He says sheepishly as she shifts.
"Aw, thank you." Your smile makes him want to go out and marry you. Your glasses are so pretty. His eyes travel around your face, the soft, natural roundness of it, the cute rosy cheeks.
Roy shuffles from foot to foot and you just find it so adorable. He's so cute.
"Did you like the colour of the blanket i got you? I thought 'well, you cant go wrong with black'. Unless you hate it and you wanted the pink one. But the pink one isn't as thick. Unless you get warm easily and-"
"Roy, I loved the blanket. The black is also nice. Thank you" You interrupt his rambling and smile at him.
"You have a beautiful smile." Roy realises what he's said and he blushes redder than his hair back in highschool. "I mean- like- your teeth are really white. I MEAN--" He cuts himself off with a groan and his face tilted to the evening sky like 'why me, God?'.
"You okay there?" You ask, slightly concerned ig he's having a stroke.
Lian saw her father struggling and walked up to you. "Miss? My daddy really thinks your pretty and wants to invite you to a tea party." She then whispered loudly, "Don't worry, daddy, I have your back." And kept playing with her friends.
"A tea party meaning, like, a café date? But- Like- it doesn't have to be a date date. It can be a friend date. Or a work date." Roy says nervously as he wipes his clammy hands on his jeans.
"What if it wanted it be a date date?" You ask, halfway to clarify that you're single and into him and halfway to tease him a little, it's fun watching him squirm.
"That's cool. Totally cool. Rad." Roy then decided to shut the hell up before he threw himself into oncoming traffic for using a term that died 20 years ago.
"Rad?" You ask with a raised brow.
"Rad." He decides to roll with it. Go with the flow. Be rad.
He was doomed to forever be a millennial who used the term 'rad'. And now he was going to lie down on the highway.
"So what do you say, miss?" he asks and there's something about the way the blush on his freckled cheeks and the way his blue eyes shine in the evening sunset that make you smile softly as you nod your head.
"Fine, you've convinced me, I'll go on a super rad date with my student's dad."
"Well, you didn't have to say it like that." he grumbles as she looks down at his feet.
"I am the best wingman ever." Lian says to her friends. She only learn that term last weekend and was determined to use it as much as she could.
>>—♡—>
The two of you were having brunch at a nice outdoor restaurant that you chose. You're in a nice sun dress and Roy is in a t-shirt and a pair of slacks. Slacks. This man is wearing slacks to brunch. He is down bad.
"I love the steaks here." You say with a smile. You're wearing makeup. Barely noticeable makeup that accentuates your lashes and hides the blue hue under your eyes from dealing with kids constantly. It look so pretty, but he wonders what you'd look like when you've just woken up, all mussy and frazzled, no makeup. He's pretty sure you'd look just as beautiful as you do all dolled up.
"I've never been here before. But I like the scenery." Roy says as he looked out to the fields where the horses graze and the corn grows. The part of the property the restaurant/café is on is well trimmed and lusciously green.
"Its half the reason I love it here. In winter it's just as pretty, but I like being able to smell the roses." You say, pointing to the rose beds behind Roy. He glances briefly over his shoulder.
"This morning when I was getting ready, Lian kept asking me when you were going to wear so that I could match with you, because it's 'more romantic', as she put it." Roy chuckles. And you kind of just stare at him with a dreamy smile as he speaks animated about his 6 year old daughter. His hands move and his face shows vivid emotion. His smile is charming and his freckles and sunspots adorn his nose and cheeks. His orange nape-length layers are tied back into a bun where pieces that won't reach the elastic have fallen out to create a lil something something that makes his 5 o'clock shadow that's just barely there all the more attractive.
"Are you listening?" Roy pauses mid-story about a time Lian was trying to climb up the kitchen cupboards to reach sour gummy worms at the tippy top.
"Yeah. Lian, gummy worms, kitchen cupboards." You recount key points.
"That was, like, 3 stories ago." He sips his milkshake.
"Right. And which one are we on, now?" You ask, slightly embarrassed that you've been too busy ogling him to listen to his stories properly.
"When I was 20 and juggling life as a new father? Am I talking too much?" Roy asks, suddenly self-conscious that he's talking too much and he's boring you. "Enough about me." He says, making that you don't have to answer the question, in fear that you'll say yes. "Tell me about yourself. I'm sure that there are tons of stories about being a kindergarten teacher that made you think 'what are kids these days?', right?"
"Honestly it's not so much 'what are kids' and moreso 'what are parents these days'." As you tell interesting stories about how some kids show up to school literally coming to school naked and others throwing their poo at people they do not like, Roy watches with a smile, chin in hand as he watches the way the late morning sun brightens your eyes and brings out the soft golden flecks. He admires the way your face goes slightly more rosy due to the warmth that comes with the transition between spring and summer. He watches the way you take bites of your beer steak schnitzel in between stories about what the parents allow and/or encourage their kids to do.
After brunch, Roy insisted paying. His excuse was that he was simply a gentleman and always payed for the first date, but he also saw the hefty bill that came with both of their meals and compared to a kindergarten teacher's salary, he wanted to be nice. Not that he pitied her, he just didn't want to make het broke after the first date.
"So, date 2?" You suggest as you turn to face him once he has escorted you to your car.
"Really? I didn't talk your ear off?" He asks with a playful tone, but a hint of seriousness coloured his voice.
"Nah, I liked listening to you talk. It tells me you can keep a conversation. I'd rather have a guy who talks too much than too little." You say.
"So I do talk too much?" Roy asks.
"No! I meant like, someone who talks a lot. Not too much. Just a lot. Like me. I talk a lot, too." You say quickly.
"Date 2 it is then, Miss." He says with a smile as he takes your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, making you swoon.
"Im glad." Before you can get into your car, Roy tugs lightly at the hand he had kissed and pressed a soft, almost feather-like kiss to your cheek.
"Drive safe. Until next time." He whispers before pulling back, winking and walking away.
Safe to say you are kicking your feet a giggling all the way home.