Julien and robin with 'I'm the lost princess' have fun
I love writing Roblien dialogue because they have such an interesting relationship and show each other how much they love each other through veiled insults. I hope you like this dude!
“This is ridiculous,” Robin said, rolling his eyes.
Julien sent him a pout. “Come on, please?”
“No, you look stupid.”
“You say that a lot.”
“I’m hoping you’ll finally catch on and fix it.”
Julien huffed and crossed his arms. “Look, I thought you’dbe proud of me for instigating play time with Hellboy.”
Robin shrugged. “I mean, I am a little. And yes pretendinghe’s an actual dragon is pretty cool, but this has gotten out of hand.”
“Rob, I’m the lost princess, you’re my knight, and Hellboyis the dragon, how is this out of hand?”
Rob gave him a pointed look. “The dress for one thing.”
“You told me I looked hot in this dress.”
Robin groaned. “Yeah, but for things that are a littledirtier than playing with our bearded dragon.”
Julien tugged at the short hem of his dress. “So we havecelebratory sex once you save me, problem solved.” He turned his attention toHellboy who was swinging his head back and forth between them and walkingcloser to him. “See, Hellboy thinks it’s a great idea.”
“Yeah because apparently our son is as dumb as you are.”
He gave a mocked gasp. “I can’t believe you’d say somethingso atrocious to our son like that.”
“Ooh, big word there princess.”
“Look, are you going to save me or what?”
“Depends, what’s ‘or what’?”
Julien thought it over for a couple of minutes. “No sex?”
“Be more of an issue for you than me, try again.”
“I won’t get your takeout from that Chinese place we like.”
“It’s across the street, annoying but not too much of an inconvenience.”
Julien bit his lip. “Come on, I’ll give you a massage andanything you want if you save me.”
Robin raised his eyebrows. “All I have to do is save youfrom this little dragon and you’ll do whatever I want?” The smirked that creptonto his face was downright filthy. “Deal. Get ready princess, your ass isabout to get saved.”
The other man laughed. “Somehow I doubt it’ll be saved forlong.”
“I’ve never heard you complain before.”
“And you won’t, now chop-chop, Hellboy is going to reach mebefore you do.”
With practiced ease, Robin scooped up Hellboy who froze inhis hands before safely depositing him back in his terrarium where he quicklywent over to his food dish that was full of veggies. Rob gave the happy dragona pat on the hand before giving Julien an exaggerated bow. “You’re safe nowprincess.”
“My hero indeed, I guess my knight deserves a reward.”Julien walked forward, leaning down to give Robin a kiss but was delicatelypushed away. He would have been offended had he not noticed the other man’sflushed cheeks. “Oh, perhaps a different reward is in order.”
Robin snorted. “Get your ass in bed.”
Julien gave him a satisfied smirk. “I knew the dress stilldid something to you.”
Prompt: Okay so apparently if you're a couple and you get proposed to at a restaurant sometimes your dinner will be free/free dessert or whatever so sometimes people will fake proposals to get free food lol. So Julien and Robin, fake proposal, bonus points for being ridiculous/cheesy/over-the-top ✨👌
This turned out to be a lot longer than I originally intended, but Robin and Julien like to banter, so I let them. I hope this lives up to your expectations!
“Julien, I hate to burst your bubble like this, but we can’tafford this place,” Robin whispered as the waiter walked away from their table.
Julien looked over at his smaller boyfriend. “Don’t worryabout it, I’m covering it,” Julien said with a smirk.
“Yeah, that isn’t reassuring, big guy.”
“Like I said, don’t worry about it, now do you want anywine?”
Robin shrugged, suspicion still present in his face. “Maybesomething a little stronger…”
Julien gave a mocked gasp. “Now Robin, this isn’t some bar,we have to have some class in a place like this.”
“Do you even have any of that?”
“I didn’t just borrow a suit from Lumiere for no reason.Fake it till you make it, Rob.”
As much as it painedhim to say it, Julien did look pretty good in Lumiere’s suit, it was a littlesnug in the back and chest, and a little loose in the stomach, but it stilllooked good. And dang it, the only reason Robin wore the stupid suit is becauseJulien insisted he needed to at least wear a dress shirt and a tie. Why theyhad to come to such a fancy and expensive restaurant when they could have justgotten microwave burritos or eaten some of the bakery leftovers was beyond him.Julien was always weird.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to order?” Julienasked, lowering the menu from his face.
“I thought we were talking about alcohol still?”
“We decided to get wine, now look at the menu and startdeciding. Do you want an appetizer? The waiters gonna be back soon and I’d liketo let him know then.”
Robin grumbled and opened up his menu, immediately chokingwhen he saw the prices. “Who the fuck charges $70 for an appetizer?!”
Julien snorted. “It’s probably truffle or something, justignore it.”
“70 fucking dollars for an appetizer, hell no… uh, how aboutSwedish meatballs?”
Julien waggled his eyebrows. “Sexy.”
The disgusted noise that left Robin was brilliant. “Is that ano?”
“Nah, those sound good, I’m always a fan of balls of meat,especially the ones that can go in my mouth.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You love me.”
Robin would have responded with their usual antics had thewaiter not come back.
“What can I get for you, gentlemen?” the waiter asked. Theman’s fake pompous accent made Robin snort, which he quickly disguised as acough.
“A bottle of red wine, a Syrah if you have it.” Julien sentRobin a sappy smile that he didn’t normally see in public. “It’s his favorite.”
The waiter dutifully wrote it down with a dramatic flourish.“Can I get you started with any appetizers?”
Robin was tempted to question him about the $70 appetizer,but thought better of it. “Swedish meatballs,” Robin said before quicklytacking on, “please.”
“Of course and—“
“Could you just bring one skewer, I just—well, I thought itmight be more, you know—“
The waiter smiled. “Romantic? Say no more, I’ll get that rightaway.”
“Thank you, sir,” Julien said with a roguish grin.
As the waiter walked away again, Robin sent Julien a look.“What was that?” he asked.
“What was what?”
“Syrah? One skewer? Who are you?”
Julien smirked. “Daddy?”
“Say that one more time and I’m gonna let Hellboy sleep withus.”
Julien paled. He loved their bearded dragon son, but Hellboywasn’t exactly someone you wanted to have in bed with you. “I’m just playingthe part, two wealthy lovers on a date. Rich people know about wine.”
“And now we’re rich? Because last time I check, you alreadyused that money you got from your dad.”
Julien sent him a smile. “It was well spent.”
Robin blushed and turned his gaze back to his menu. “Yes,well, thank you again. I don’t know if I can ever repay you for that.”
“Just keep being you,” Julien suggested. “That’s probablythe best gift I could receive.”
Robin groaned. “Why are you being so cute today?”
“I’m always cute!”
“Well, yeah okay, but you’re all mushy and stuff.”
“I like being mushy with you.”
Robin rolled his eyes. Apparently he wasn’t going to wheedlethe information out of Julien that easily.
The wine was good, kind of reminded Robin of chocolate attimes and the meatballs were delicious. All the right seasonings and the cut ofmeat just melted in their mouths. They both ended up having truffle pasta fortheir entrée. Robin will be the first one to admit he judged the stupidmushroom too quickly, it did taste amazing, even though he was still saltyabout the price of the pasta.
“We could feed ourselves to our hearts content for over aweek with how much money we’ve spent tonight,” Robin hissed, even as he ateanother bite of his pasta.
Julien nodded. “Yep, we sure could,” he said nonchalantly,twirling his spaghetti onto his fork.
“Why are we here then?”
“To eat.”
“No shit, Sherlock, try again.”
“I wanted to do something special for you.”
“Special? Julien, I’m freaking out right now about how we’regoing to pay for this. So, ding-dong, you’re wrong.”
Julien chuckled. “You’re adorable when you’re angry.”
“I swear—“
“Robin.”
Robin paused his oncoming rant. Julien’s playful demure haddisappeared entirely all of a sudden leaving him looking slightly nervous. Whatthe hell?
“Robin,” Julien started again, licking his lips and noddinghis head firmly. “I—we’ve been together a long time, haven’t we? It doesn’tseem that long ago that you swooped in like some sort of demanding angel andhiring this sad escort.”
“The fuck are you bringing that up for?” His eyebrowsfurrowed; Julien didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about his escort days, sowhat was going on.
“Heh, I guess it wouldn’t make much sense to you, but youreally saved me back then. I thought nothing was left for me, that I’d justhave to keep living that lifestyle because my mother said that’s all I’d begood for. But you didn’t, you saw something in me that I never thought I’d see,something worth keeping, someone worthy of being by your side. I didn’t believeyou at first, I’ll admit that I thought you were like everyone else. But you’reso much more than that. So much greater than that. When I’m with you, I finallysee that special something that you saw in me. When I’m with you—it’s more thanI ever hoped for.” Julien paused and reached across the table to grasp at oneof Robin’s slack hands. “You’re my everything.”
Julien stood up suddenly and took a step towards Robinbefore dropping to one knee. Robin felt his breathing hitch in his chest and hestared wide-eyed at his boyfriend. What the ever-loving fuck was going on?Julien was proposing?! Had they talked about proposing? He blushed as a silencefell around the restaurant. God, he wanted the floor to swallow him, just draghim down and just be shitted out of earth’s asshole into space.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want tokeep bantering with you until we’re crotchety old men fighting over oatmeal. Iwant to spend forever going to the bakery to see your face and steal a snackfrom the case when you aren’t watching. I want to wake up, tangled in sheetswith you. To laugh with you, to kiss you. To raise our lizard son together anddress him up in stupid outfits and take him on walks to scare the public. Iwant forever with you.” Julien looked up at him with a shy smile, pulling out aring from his pocket. “So, would forever be okay?”
Robin’s face was on fire and he must have been allergic orsomething to that damn mushroom because his eyes stung like a bitch.“I—really?” Robin asked. It’s not that he didn’t want to marry Julien, it justdidn’t seem like them. Marriage was so formal and they… weren’t. But Julien waslooking at him with so much hope, he could say nothing but, “Yes, yes oh shit,yeah fucking hell, sorry, habit. Uh yeah.”
Julien sent him an elated smile and gently slid the ring onRobin’s finger before kissing him. It was an innocent kiss, only slightly lesschaste than a peck, but Robin felt it, the passion. Man, tonight was going tobe amazing.
He didn’t register the uproar of applause until Julien hadpulled away to gently cup his face between his large hands. Robin tried to duckhis head to hide from the cheers, but it was no use as Julien just kept lookingat him like he’d hung the moon and stars in the sky. He opened his mouth to saysomething, but their waiter came up to their table.
“Oh that’s just lovely, we haven’t had a proposal here inquite some time, but it really sets the mood for the restaurant. Rome is thecity of love.”
Robin opened his mouth to correct their waiter, but thoughtbetter of it. If the fake accent wasn’t enough, this had been the real kicker.
“I’m just glad he said yes,” Julien laughed.
The waiter nodded his head. “Ah! But where are my manners,the restaurant would like to foot your bill as their show of congratulations,and we have a dessert for you as well.”
Julien’s eyes widened. “Oh no, sir, we couldn’t—I just feltit was the right time to propose. We can still pay the bill—“
“No, no, no my good man, it is our pleasure to do so.” Hesent them a cheerful grin. “Besides, proposals like yours help get restaurantsbusiness or at least exposure. I will be back with your dessert shortly.”
Robin didn’t pay attention to him leaving, and just staredin wonder at the ring. It fit his finger perfectly and felt warm against hisskin. He wonders how long it had sat in Julien’s pocket before tonight. “So,fiancés?” Robin asked, his voice quivering slightly over the word.
Julien shrugged. “If you want to be.”
Robin tilted his head. “What?”
“Well, while I meant everything I said, we don’t have to getmarried or be fiancés. That used to be my grandfather’s ring and I got itfitted and engraved for you.” Robin hadn’t noticed any engravings on the ring,but he hadn’t really been looking. “But the point is, there’s been talk aboutpeople pretending to propose to get a free meal, so I thought we’d try it.”
Robin’s face went blank. “So you were just riding on thehopes that I’d say yes and the restaurant would pay our bill?”
Julien shook his head. “Nah, I’ve been saving up in secretjust in case neither of those happened. I really did want to do something nicefor you, Rob.”
He sat there taking in what Julien had said. So it was aproposal, but nothing concrete, nothing constraining, and very open. Yeah, hecould do that.
“Well, it has been a very nice night, thank you.”
“I’m glad, but it isn’t over yet. Consider the engraving onyour ring a promise.”
Robin hesitantly pulled the ring off his finger, nottrusting the devilish look Julien was giving him. Turning the ring just so, he could clearly see the engraving:
Hump Day Everyday
He couldn’t stop the laugh that tumbled out of his mouth. “Wow,I always forget you’re such a romantic, your grandfather must be so proud hisring is so treasured,” Robin teased.
“See? This is why I have to remind you about it, justin-case you forget,” Julien said, grabbing the bottle of wine and pouring bothof them another glass. “And he would probably laugh at the ring and give me ahigh-five, he was pretty cool. But I’m serious,” Julien licked his lips slowlyand quirked a brow. “You and I are going to celebrate tonight.”
Robin smirked and took a sip of his wine. “I’m lookingforward to it.”
AU WHERE Robin is a carnival barker at a shooting game at a fair and Julien is trying to win the big stuffed lion grand prize but Robin keeps hassling him and messing him up and riling him up
I haven’t been to the fair/carnival in years, so I hope it sounds believable!
All he wanted was the lion. The grand prize. The big win. Alion large enough that he’d have to strap it to his back to lug around until hefinally got enough motivation to take it to his car.
The game itself was simple enough. Shoot the targets and ifyou hit all six of them, you’d win. That was all he needed to do. Except thelittle shit who was running the game was an asshole.
Now, Julien wasn’t saying this because he wasn’t winning.No, he was saying this because the man, Robin kept randomly shouting at him orsneezing or hassling him for taking too long to aim. And it seemed like the manwas only doing it to him.
“So Iron Giant, you ever gonna fire that thing?” Robinasked, leaning against the counter.
Julien resisted the urge to slam his head against the counteras his shot veered off to the side of the fifth target. “Will you stop that?”Julien hissed, slamming another dollar down in preparation for the next round.
“I can’t help it if you have performance issues.”
Julien gritted his teeth. “I do not have performance issues.”
Robin gave him a suggestive look. “Can you prove that bigguy?”
Julien sneered. “Maybe if you can take it.”
“If it’s anything like your performance here, I feel like I’llhave no trouble with you.”
“Maybe if you’d stop making me mess up, we wouldn’t behaving this problem.”
Robin clutched his chest in mock shock. “I can’t believe you’dsay such a thing about me.” He grabbed the dollar bill off the counter and set toputting the targets back up.
Julien sighed. “All I want is the lion, please just let mewin it in peace.”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Julien groaned, but aimed his gun at the first target. Thefirst five went down without a problem, but he knew how Robin played this game.He give Julien the false sense of security before finally BAM he’d lose again.Not this time. He was going to win even if he had to vault the counter andpunch the target down himself.
So he took his time, aiming the gun just so that he’d makethe target even if there was a sudden gust of wind. And then aimed it two moretimes to be sure.
Apparently he was taking too long because Robin let out anexasperated sigh. “Do you need someone to pop your cork for you?”
Julien sputtered at the statement and felt his fingerinstinctive squeeze the trigger. Just like that the little cork zoomed acrossthe way. He held his breath as he watched the cork get closer to the target. Heshouted his joy when he saw the final target fall.
“Finally!” Julien slammed the gun down on the counter withno small amount of elation. “I’ll take my lion now, Robin.” He knew he wasbeing smug about the whole thing, but he’d being trying to win for almost twohours now.
Robin didn’t seem to mind his smugness though as he climbedup on the counter to grab the giant plush. The fur was soft in his arms and themane was coarse. Yeah, it was worth it. He went to turn away from the game whenhe saw the bored look enter the other man’s eyes. For a moment he thought aboutcontinuing on and finding some food or playing another game but quickly brushedthe idea away.
“Hey, Robin.”
Robin’s eyes shot up to look at him. “Yeah?”
“You still want to uh- pop my cork?”
Robin snorted but gave him a devilish grin. “It’d be mypleasure.”
Needless to say, no one else got to play the shooting gamethat day.
Ouranjunkie requested this a while ago, and I finally sat down and wrote it. I could probably make this well over 5,000 words, but I think it’s better to keep it short. I hope you like it!
“Happy Birthday, Rob!” Julien shouted, engulfing his boyfriend in his arms. “I can’t believe you’re getting older, soon you’ll be a little old man.”
Robin grunted, poking Julien’s side. “You’re older than me, so does that mean you’ll be dirt by the time I’m an old man?” Robin asked.
“Pssh, no, I obviously will still be there with you, tripping you with my cane.”
Unable to continue the banter, Robin let out a snort and relaxed in his boyfriend’s arms. “So, what’d you get me?”
Julien looked down at Robin with fake surprise. “Why ever would I get you anything? I’m enough of a gift to count for every day of the year.”
Rolling his eyes, Robin replied with their joke. “Yeah, okay, sure, when the booty calls, duty calls.”
Julien grinned down at Robin’s exasperated face. “It’s a pretty fine one, you can even wrap me up like a present if you want.”
“Maybe, but what’d you really get me.”
Julien was silent for a minute, just enjoying running his hands through Robin’s hair. The chocolate waves were short, but so soft and fun to play with. He focused his attention back onto Robin when he cleared his throat. “Well, it’s not here yet per say.”
Robin tilted his head. “It hasn’t arrived yet?”
Julien took a second to find the right words before answering. “Well, you kind of have to help me with this part.”
Robin groaned and gave Julien an annoyed look. “This isn’t another sex roleplaying game, is it? Because that was fun and all, but I mean, I was kind of hoping for something else.”
“No, it’s not anything like that.”
“Well, what is it then?”
Going back to carding his fingers through Robin’s hair he began to explain. “So, remember all those tattoos I’ve been getting over the past two years?”
“The stupid ones?”
Julien made a whining noise, but continued. “They aren’t stupid, but anyway, I’ve been doing them myself.” Robin nodded slowly, not understanding where this was going. “Well, I’ve been saving up some money by doing that and since my dad past away and left me his money, I’ve got enough.”
Robin looked at Julien with confusion. “Enough for what?”
Pulling back slightly so that he could look at Robin’s face he gave him a happy smile. “Your phalloplasty.”
A blank look fell on Robin’s face, not believing what he was hearing. “… What the fuck did you just say?”
“I’ve got enough, we can get the rest of your surgery done, you can officially complete your transition. I know you’ve been talking about it for a while and I know you didn’t expect to be able to do for at least another five years, but we can do it now. I’ve done the financing and it’s completely in our budget. You’ve just got to talk to the doctors and- oh Robin, it’s okay.”
“I-I,” Robin said, trying to talk through the lump in his throat. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to get a grasp on his emotions. “A-Am I dreaming?”
Julien tenderly reached his hands up towards Robin’s face and tried to wipe the majority of the tears away. “I don’t think so, Rob. This is real, you’re going to get your surgery.”
Robin nodded numbly. “I’m… I’m gonna get a dick.”
Giving a quiet chuckle, Julien nodded his head. “Your own dick, Rob.”
Robin looked at Julien like he’d proven the moon was made out of cheese. “Holy fuck…”
Without another word, Robin wrapped his arms around Julien’s torso. How was this man even real? Like, one minute he’s joking around and talking about getting laid or getting another tattoo or turning off his hearing aids so he didn’t have to listen to Robin and then he goes and does something like this. His boyfriend decided to use his money to pay for his surgery.
Robin tried clearing his throat, but his voice was still watery. “W-when did you decide to do this?” Robin asked.
Julien gave him a sly grin. “The first time you mentioned you didn’t like that you couldn’t complete your transition,” he said.
Robin’s eyes widened. “T-that was over two years ago.”
“And you say I don’t listen.”
Robin nodded his head slowly and leaned against Julien’s chest. “This doesn’t even seem real. I mean, it’s your money and this just- it’s so much for you to do for me.”
“It’s our money, Rob, and my old man liked me enough that he wouldn’t care what I did with his money as long as mom didn’t get it,” Julien said, rubbing his hands done Robin’s back in soothing circles. “But it is real, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ve gotta make sure my boyfriend gets the best dick he can get.”
Robin snorted and bumped his head against Julien’s chest, but didn’t say anything.
“Happy birthday, Rob,” Julien whispered, placing a soft kiss against his boyfriend’s head.
Robin swallowed and smiled. “Thanks, Julien,” Robin smiled softly.
