preachers daughter

[bomberbomb]

Robbylangdon morning thoughts

Cw: Religious guilt and infidelity

Frank had to stay over at Robby's because transportation to their own houses was forbidden during covid. It's alright, him and Abby were in a tough spot at the moment. Maybe a bit of distance would do them good as newlyweds. Plus, he already really liked Dr. Robby. He looked at him big and bright. Firm hands on his shoulder, back, always offering him praise. So Frank didn't mind staying over at Robby's, it was another opportunity to prove himself even more to the older man.

It was awkward at first, the two tip toeing around each other the first couple of weeks. But it wasn't long before they were watching old game clips or going through Robby's massive streaming library, laughing over drinks and food. Frank liked to order out, but one day he decided to make breakfast instead getting something from the cafeteria. Of course, he made Robby some too. And he liked it, really liked it.

"You cook often, kid?" Robby asked, practially moaning inbetween a bite of egg.

"Uh, when I was younger, I cooked a lot." He admits, watching the older man scarf the food down. "Not so much now. Abby's more of a cook than men."

"Shit- if you cook this good, I'd love to taste her stuff." He scoffs.

His face burns a bit at the praise, "...I can keep cooking, I-if you like. I've gotten compliments on my homemade pizza."

"If you're offering." The attending gets up to put his plate in the sink, smiling at the brunette as he pats his back.

So he kept cooking, recipes from home, new recipes that were going on online, Robby even shared some of his Bubba's recipes. It felt nice, domestic. Frank wondered if he should be sharing these moments with Abby. He felt guilty that he liked sharing them with Robby.

6 months is a long time to spend with someone, especially someone like Dr. Michael Robinvatich. He was amazing but he wasn't perfect, he shattered more easily than Frank thought. There were lots of moments where he just dropped off food in front of Robby's door, the older man to drained and sad to interact with anyone. Frank considered himself lucky when Robby did share those broken moment's with him, rubbing his back as the man silently cried on the couch next to him. He also learned that Robby is a touchy man. He already somewhat knew that but it felt turned up to ten at home. The older man's hands always found a way to him, patting his lower back on the couch or rubbing the scruff his neck when Frank was looking down into a bowl. Frank also learned that he liked it. Sometimes, he would even spread his legs a bit when he felt the older man's leg rub against his in the dinner table.

"Are you gay?" Frank asked him one day, about 4 months in to this arrangement. He muttered out over an old horse racing clip they were watching on the couch

"...I'm not picky." Robby shrugged, sipping his beer. "Bisexual. You?"

"I thought I was straight. I'm rethinking things." He looked over to him, blushing once they met eyes. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his thigh, breath hitching as his rough thumb rubbed circles in his thigh. "I'm married."

"She wouldn't know. That being said, you're not that subtle, Frank. It just be us blowing off steam." He assured him. He pulled away his hand slowly. "Of course, I won't pressure you into anything-"

Frank grabbed his hand. Robby scooted closer. Guilt bore a hole into his stomach as he kissed him, it grew stronger as he melted into it. He's never kissed a man before, he never knew it felt as good as kissing a woman. Robby's lips were softer than expected. Frank panicked a little when he felt the older man's tongue press against his lips, but he let it in gently. It wasn't long before they were both moaning into kiss, the brunette's hands traveling up Robby's body while the older man's hands traveled to his belt. Fuck, when did he get hard? Fuck, why does his hands feel so good?

"R-robby." He breathes out against his lips, hips bucking his bare cock into the attending's working hands.

"Wanted to touch you for so long, such a pretty thing." He cooed, pressing a kiss against his neck.

"Fuck, sir." Frank moans out, titling his neck up more. He should care about Robby leaving marks, but Abby wouldn't know. Fuck, Abby he shouldn't do this. But god it feels so good. "A-am I pretty?"

"Gorgeous, baby." Robby whispers into his ear, making the brunette whine. His hips bucked faster into his hands, the older man making him shake with pleasure. "Shouldn't have waited, should've touched as soon as you got into my house."

"R-robby, robby- I'm-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before he came with a devastating moan. He blew his load so quickly, was he a teenager? He felt like a teenager again. At Sunday service, hearing all about how he should marry a woman. God, what would his parents think? Him sharing a house with a man, 15 years his senior? Abby already thought it was weird. And she was right, he just gave Frank a hand job. The newlywed Frank Langdon received a handjob from his 51 year old boss, who was a man.

"Kid? Kid, you okay? You look like someone died."

"... I need to get some sleep." His voice tried not to break as tears welled up in his eyes. He left the man sitting there, cum cooling on his shirt and dumbfounded. The door closed around the guest room with a thud, and the waterworks immediately started.

What was wrong with him?

He was going to hell.

He was married. Married to a woman he loved.

This has to be the last time.

It wasn't the last time.

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That's all I have right now! I'm sure i can make this into an actual fic. I really love robbylangdon and the inventible train crash their relationship is.

[scout-spaeny]

guys that’s literally my wife

[corenswen]

The question is the Langdon anime multiverse

[viktorrcain]

he looks like michael afton in purple 😭😭

[tankhall]

i think the most beautiful thing about being a human is the capacity to change

[myself-bin]

huggy—— 

okay under cut contains: blood and violence, self-harm, vomiting, gender swap, and some unfinished artworks that i've never posted and will never finish.

[rocinanterising]

“I went to rehab and all I saw was you.”

[viktorrcain]

Months pass after Robby returns from his three-month sabbatical. During his absence, he learns that Langdon has left. No one knows anything about him, nor is anyone saying anything. Langdon had slipped away quietly, leaving hardly a trace behind.

When Park and Garcia go down to ER for the patient, there’s an ambiguous mockery between them. Finally, as Park leaves, saying he has an emergency patient to attend to, Garcia says, “Yeah, of course, go and look after your sweet Langdon!” No one hears it, no one notices, but Robby does. As Park walks away, he glances back at her with eyes full of anger and jealousy. He turns to Garcia. The woman just stares straight ahead and says, “They’ve been together ever since Langdon left here.”

Oh, the world has already ended for Robby.

[inogart]

just wanted to see the babes standing next to eachother

[adammilliganirl]

I hate (love) them

(If Robby looks like ass it’s cuz idgaf about him and I didn’t want to render him…)

[viktorrcain]

robdon au 𖤐 young langdon & his dearest mentor. how bad could it possibly get?

[mohankisser]

i miss emery walsh.

[tinymintywolf]

I'm glad that you got the help that you need. But I don't know that I want you working in my ER.

[rrrobbin]

He's still mine

It had been a year since Robby had last seen Frank. 

He had left before Robby had gotten back from his sabbatical, his absence a silent ghostly wound of Robby's anger. "He's not here." Was the only thing Jack offered during that first shift change catching Robby's searching eyes. They didn't talk about it after that. Robby knew that Jack was still in contact with Frank, learning it slowly as the months went on, hearing bits of conversations between Jack and Dana, an occasional comment from Mel, and a text to Shen. Robby knew Jack wasn't the only one in contact with Frank, which both pissed Robby off and gave him a sense of relief. Jack, however, didn't talk to Robby about Frank. 

He never talked to Robby about Frank. That was his only clue on how badly he fucked up. 

Now there he was, standing in front of Robby, talking to Dana with a baby on his hip...a baby with brown eyes. 

"Heard you're coming back." 

"Yeah, leave is finally up. It's going to be hard, but it will be good to be back." Robby's mind went blank. He couldn't move, his brain frantically trying to put the pieces together. 

"He's here for me." Jack pushed past Robby; that morning's handoff finished with little fanfare, walking up to Frank. Robby could only watch as his oldest friend leaned close, greeting the man Robby had once held so close, earning a soft smile as he took the baby with ease from the omega, placing a kiss on the baby's head, looking relaxed and happy in their presence. Something dark and ugly began to curl in Robby's core, burning hot and acidic. 

"Robby?" 

Robby looked over at Dennis, the young beta drawing Robby's attention away from the scene in front of him. The older alpha placed a hand on Dennis's shoulder, ready to turn him away but not before he saw it. Frank's mating gland was marred by an ugly, bruised, raised and swollen. A temporary claiming mark, but a claiming mark all the same. Robby's fingers clenched into the meat of Dennis's shoulders. 

"Robby?"

"Sorry," Robby apologised half-heartedly, "lead on, Dennis." 

***

Robby couldn’t sleep. The ugly thing in his stomach was stealing his sanity and his slumber that morning, playing in his head in a loop. 

The baby had brown eyes-brown eyes-HIS eyes.

Robby sprinted to the bathroom, barely sinking to his knees in front of the toilet before he was throwing up in a violent heave. Robby rocked back on his heels, reality slamming into him at a sickening pace. 

Memories of the night Robby left, burning hot and bright, the feel of Frank’s hands, the taste of his slick, the way he felt so right around Robby. Robby’s ears buzzed with Frank’s breathless moans and broken cries. The unspoken ‘I’m sorry’s’ and Robby’s equally silent ‘I hate yous’ uttered between each thrust. 

That night wasn’t a soft and tender thing; it was an angry and bitter fuck, a final goodbye born of desperate need and hurt feelings. 

Robby couldn’t breathe. The baby had brown eyes. He had-Frank was-his omega was left-

His hands once again gripped the toilet, emptying his stomach full of horror and regret wrapped in acid. Robby sank to the cool floor, heaving heavily, leaning his back against the wall. 

Jack had known. 

Robby’s breathing stopped at the thought. Ice flooded through Robby before it was consumed by white-hot anger. 

Jack had known the entire time. He was the one there when Frank was left to pick up the pieces, when his body had started to change. Jack was the one to support Frank when it should have been Robby. 

Images of Frank’s neck flashed through Robby’s eyes. That bruised and tender flesh, marked for all to see. Jack’s mark. 

Robby was going to kill him. He was going to kill him, going to mark and claim and-

“Robby?” 

Robby looked up at Dennis, soft and fucked out, leaning against the door jam of the bathroom, concern filling his eyes, wearing one of Robby’s t-shirts. His neck was decorated in a painting of beard burn and teeth, covering the pale expanse of skin except where Dennis’ mating glands were. Never there. 

“Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a moment,” Robby assured softly. Dennis didn’t move before nodding once and turning back to occupy his space in Robby’s bed. 

Images of Frank’s neck once again came to mind, taunting and unbidden. “Fuck.” He whispered into the night. Robby couldn’t think. 

[schrodingersregret]

absolutely love your work!

A robby x trans!langdon dysphoria hurt/comfort fic would be awesome, you write them phenomenally.

Or mel x trans!langdon, if you'd prefer! Not sure if you're sick of robdon

I am never sick of Robdon, you kidding me? Also is that what the ship name is? I've been tagging everything Robbylangdon.

Also aww thank you, they're so annoying and I hate them so much.

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The thing was, after all this time, Frank was pretty used to how he looked. Most days he actually liked it.

Testosterone, top surgery, working out, all of it did a lot to help him feel more like his skin was his. That this was his place to reside, to be comfortable in, to be happy in. He had a happy trail he loved to spot when his shirt rode up, and a voice he knew got Robby going early in the morning and late at night, so distant from who he used to be. Hell, nowadays, anyone misgendering him just got weird looks.

Generally speaking, he loved it. He was proud of who he was, what he became, the moulding of himself to refract the light he wanted. It took him long enough to do it, but he got there. Slowly but nevertheless successfully.

Even still, some days, it was a lot. Sometimes, it was hard to enjoy, instead not looking up at the mirror as he got dressed and trying not to stare down at himself. Just going through the motion as quick as he could, wanting to not get caught up in the tornado forming slow in his head.

He could feel it already. Felt it all yesterday, and the day before. Felt it this morning as he got up earlier than Robby, pretty standard, and got dressed in the dark for his run.

There was no point in going for as long as he did, but he always allotted the extra minutes just in case he was feeling it. They didn't work today, and one too many times of getting lost in the feeling of sidewalk under his soles and nearly being late for his shift because of it trained him better.

It was a good way to feel like he could put this.. thing towards something. Shuffle around the deck of cards and hope for a better hand.

He knew what it was, he had a name for it. Fuck, he'd been formally diagnosed with gender dysphoria, but that didn't make saying hey, I'm unable to see myself properly as the man I am feel any less sad.

By the time he got home he was sweaty, exhausted, and buzzing three ways to Sunday. Not in a fun runner's high way, more in a I'm three seconds or a wrong glance from peeling my skin off way. And they had early lunch reservations, which meant he needed to shower.

He tried not to think too hard during it. Robby was probably awake and in the kitchen by now, and walking out into their bedroom just confirmed it.

Only natural he forgot to grab clothes before going in, which reminded him he needed to eat something and take his meds pretty soon.

Pulling on his boxer briefs, he only hesitated a moment before grabbing back in the drawer for his packer and slipping it into the pouch at the front. It made him squirm, just a little, one the one hand feeling like he was trying to prove something to himself, and the other knowing that hey, this was an affirming thing he enjoyed and partook in.

Six dozen in one, a handful of broken shells in the other. Great.

The pause made him look at the door, check to make sure Robby wasn't there somehow, before risking a glance at the mirror.

Bad idea to the max, almost instantly feeling discomfort crawl across his scars and root around in his ribs. Like a dog turning around before settling, and instead never stopping their spin.

Frank took a couples steps closer to the mirror, too aware of his walk as he did, clearing his throat to examine what he knew was him looking back.

It didn't feel like him, but he knew it was. Could see the hand move with his own, saw his brows furrow all the same. All of that worked as evidence, as if the bone deep spark running between fascia at merely seeing himself wasn't evidence enough.

Being mostly naked, he tentatively put a hand to his waist. Traced along where it used to cinch in more, across hips that used to be more obvious, that little extra across the base of his abdomen that never went away, and felt it all light up under fingertips.

God, this really fucking sucked.

It wasn't as simple as saying he felt like a girl, because that wasn't it. It was more like he'd posed for being painted, and when looking at the final result, the thing staring back at you wasn't what you saw in reflection.

It made you go is this what I look like? Is this what people see? Have I deluded myself into thinking I came across brighter than I did, or am I too caught up in the sun to see what's true?

Frustration built fast behind his eyes, and when he turned to go to the dresser, Robby was there, just setting down his coffee.

"That was a quick shower." He commented it almost absently, brows pinched lightly in the middle. Frank wasn't unknown for checking himself out in the mirror, but this was different, and he knew Robby could see it.

"Yeah. Didn't um, want to waste water." Frank muttered back, going over to the dresser and wrestle open a drawer he really needed to fix.

"Uh huh." Robby flicked his eyes over him and all it did was make him squirm, adjusting his shoulders back, then forward, then felt the horrifying feeling of being seen wash over him in a panic.

Frank rooted through for a shirt. Tried to decide of wearing one of Robby's would bring him comfort or if it would just remind him how slim his shoulders were. If wearing something baggy would make it too obvious what was going on, or if Robby catching him tracing lines on his body was damning enough.

Turned out, it was the latter.

"Frank."

He didn't stop looking, not even paying attention to the shirts anymore. All he could feel was fabric and a desperate want to crawl back into bed and never be seen again.

"Frank, baby." Robby put a hand on his forearm. It made him stop, shifting his weight again. "What's going on? You're not usually this worked up in the morning."

"That's a lie." He shot a half-hearted wink. He had to deflect, of course.

Robby lowered his chin, seeing right through it and giving Frank an unimpressed look in return. "Don't play cute, talk to me instead."

Even if it was expected, it made him swallow against nerves. "It's not a big deal. What time is our reservation?"

"Okay, that was just lazy." Tightening his grip, he pulled Frank lightly over to the bed, tugging him down onto it. Frank stared at the dresser longingly, and instead of protesting, wrapped his arms around himself when he was freed.

Robby's eyebrows stayed right where they were, pulled down and knit together. Frank wanted to run his thumb between them.

"Can you talk to me now?" He asked, gentle.

Frank glanced up at him, then away. "Just a bad day."

"Bad day how?"

Damn his boyfriend and his complete inability for telepathy. Rude, truly. "I'm just.." He took a deep breath, drawing his shoulders up and lifting one hand. "Kind of, dysphoric. Right now."

Why did it feel like he was being told to put his hand in a paper shredder? It was admitting to his boyfriend he was having a bad day, you were supposed to do that. Robby wanted to know, so Frank told him. What was so awful about that?

"Oh."

It was soft, gentle. Like it always got when Frank told him.

Robby stood up after a moment, and came back after two, passing over sweatpants and a crew neck that had Spider-Man on it.

Frank almost laughed and cried at the same time, putting on the sweatshirt first before standing to put on the pants. He paused when they got up to his hips, almost going to take his packer out, before deciding against it.

He liked it there.

Robby had averted his eyes, not needed but sweet nonetheless, only looking back when the rustling stopped. "Feel better?"

"A little." He tried to give a smile, pushing up the sleeves so the cuffs were off his wrists. Something about rolled sleeves always felt very boy to him, and this felt like a day to indulge a little.

"Good." Robby took him by the arm again, pulling him into a hug. They were so close to the same height, but he went over, letting Frank slip his arms around Robby's ribs and tuck his face into his shoulder.

It was nice. He pressed a little closer, screwing his eyes closed. Has he said this sucks yet?

Robby ran fingers through the hair at the nape of Frank's neck. "You smell good."

The compliment threw him, startling him into a chuckle that he felt Robby return. "What? Thanks?"

"I'm serious! You smell good, I like your body wash." He didn't have to see Robby to hear the smile on his face, coloring his tone a bright shade of pink. "Very, I don't know. You. Masculine."

It was an Old Spice flavor he'd used for years, since before he'd met Robby. Should he switch to something more refined? Probably, but the smell worked. It felt very Man, and as cheesy as Robby's affirmation felt, he'd be lying if he said it didn't soothe the little shaking thing inside him saying the opposite.

"Thanks, that was kind of the point."

"Well, it worked." Robby pulled back just a little, pressed a kiss to Frank's cheekbone. "C'mon, get in bed. I wanna cuddle you."

Frank raised his eyebrows, already working to disentangle himself from Robby. "Do you now?"

"Oh yeah." Robby climbed in after him, tugging Frank close once they were a bit settled. "Lunch isn't for a while. Let me hold my boyfriend until then."

Rolling his eyes against the warmth blooming beneath his breastbone, he acquiesced, shifting to get into a more comfortable position against Robby.

Once they were settled, feeling Robby's arms around his middle, Frank half on top of him, he sighed, closing his eyes. "You make it pretty hard to have a bad day, anyone ever tell you that?"

Pressing a quick kiss to Frank's head, Robby hummed. "A few times. Not the worst trait to have."

[berryteaboop]

langdon, do you ever feel the weight of robby's burning stare?

[teysifox]

[vole-mon-amour]

I'm such a big supporter of Robby being deeply in love and cherishing Frank.

Robby checking in on Frank during shifts, and especially during shifts when they do not work together. To know how the shift is going, to know that Frank is doing okay. Wanting to hear his voice when they're apart.

Frank doing something silly (for example, wanting to make a snow angel, or participate in a snowball fight) whilst Robby would want to stay away at any cost, but, instead, he can barely push down a smile. Hell, maybe he watches Frank laughing and goofing around and goes, "Oh, screw it." And joins him and they both get to feel so much joy, as if they're kids again and everything is a wonder.

Frank doing a regular thing, something as simple as brewing coffee in the morning, and Robby looks at him with such adoration and tenderness, anyone could have guessed that something is going on between them—given the glimpse of the way Robby just quietly leans on the doorway and watches Frank.

Robby being the one who watches Frank sleep. Even though he gets to do so over and over, he still can't get enough.

Robby being the one who starts nuzzling up to Frank first, murmuring, waking him up gently.

Robby initiating morning kisses and cuddles.

Robby wanting to take Frank out, give him gifts.

Robby wanting to walk alongside with Frank for hours, holding his hand.

Robby initiating the first kiss on that bridge and then setting the picture of the bridge as Frank's contact photo. "Langdon" and the photo of the bridge, no one from work would suspect anything. But then it's so sentimental and only he and Frank get to share the knowledge of what it actually means.

Do you see my vision?