#Please nobody dare to actually ask them what happened because that's extremely disrespectful

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You know...maybe the revenge dress theory is not that far off...

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Carrying On - Regency!AU  Part 5: To Be Seen

A Poe Dameron/OC story. 

Description: In which Captain Poe Dameron is introduced to Princess Ami Skywalker. 

Duty, while deeply ingrained and important to the woman, was not without its downfalls. While she would do anything for her family, it did not mean she had to enjoy it. She needs to simply appear to enjoy it. Princess Ami could do this very well, for she’d been doing so for eighteen years. That’s not to say there wasn’t joy in her life, of course. The joyous moments just so happened to occur behind closed doors with her family where she wasn’t required to play her role. 

After a few peaceful moments longer lounging with Rey, Ami rejoined the festivities. There were conversations revolving around the weather, Lord Mace’s prized horses, and compliments on the music. There were far more dances with even duller conversation revolving around them men themselves, and nothing to do with her, or anything remotely intriguing. It seemed that their tactic in winning Ami’s heart was by flaunting their own achievements and wealth instead of trying to get to know Ami herself. 

Title and position was all anybody ever saw of her. 

The evening, however, did finally take a turn it would seem, as Ben made his way to Ami, who had just finished another dance with a fellow she cared not to dance with again for the sheer number of times he stomped on her toes. A moment off to the side for an introduction, no matter how mundane it may or may not be, was a welcome reprieve. 

Ami smiles softly to her cousin as he moves to stand to create a triangle with himself, Ami, and the distinguished looking Poe Dameron. Gesturing with his hand, Ben calmly and warmly said, “It is my pleasure to introduce Princess Ami Skywalker, and Captain Poe Dameron. Two most dear individuals to myself. I do hope you get on.” The words were polite, and hopeful, but with a stiffness that Ami knew far too well from growing with the man. It was his polite warning tone, and it was very evident it was not directed towards his kin. It was for Poe as to not embarrass himself, or Ben, and disrespect Ami. 

“It is my honor, Captain Dameron, to make your acquaintance and thank you for your service,” Ami greeted, curtsying. 

“The honor is truly mine, Princess,” Poe insisted, bowing without breaking eye contact with Ami. Upon righting himself, he extended his hand expectantly. 

The movement was unusual, she found. It was so very familiar when the two had only just met, but refusing such an action would’ve looked poorly upon her rather than the good Captain. So, blinding her shock away and returning the smile to her lips, Ami extended her gloved hand and placed it gently atop his own. Without hesitation, Poe brought her fingers to his lips, and tenderly kissed the material again, without breaking eye contact. Ami’s cheeks flushed from the sheer intensity of his attention. 

Ben, not forgotten on the side, straightened his back further at the bold action the man had dared to perform with his cousin, but it was not addressed. Instead, Poe went on to give Ami his full attention. “Prior engagements permitting, I was quite hoping to have your next dance, if you’d be so willing,” Poe suggested. 

“As of this moment, I have no prior engagements,” Ami stated. If she were wise, she would have managed to make an excuse to retreat or to allow Ben to pull Poe away, but there was something in the way he was looking at her that gave her the impression that there was far more going on behind his eyes than what she’d initially suspected.

While the previous dance had been one in which involved moving around the other couples on the dance floor, the one that was currently occupying their entertainment was one in which the partners required only to mingle with their partner. While this was pleasant when one knew and enjoyed the partner, it could be quite the contrary with what one did not know. This dance could go extremely well, or disastrous. Which was yet to be seen. 

The music started, and so did the participants. Moving around one another with barley touching hands as the walked around one another, Ami found herself looking into Captain Dameron’s warm eyes again as he looked into her’s, accompanied by that sly smirk of his. It was a curious thing. Ami had been lusted after, leered at, and everything in between, but the way Poe was looking upon her was with something she could not yet identify. It was infuriating, she deduced. For Ami prided herself in being able to read people rather well. 

“It was brought to my attention, your Royal Highness, that there is a name to which you are referred among the nobility of Ahch-To. Are you aware of such a title?” Poe asked casually, the glint in his eye returning. 

The shock could not be masked on her expression for once, but it was blinked away and replaced rather quickly as she regained her composure. It was such an odd thing for someone to bring up when they did not know one another. Though, she supposed, nobody had ever been so bold to bring it up to her period, unless it was a discussion among her immediate family, of course. Either Poe Dameron was incredibly rude, or there was a distinct purpose he possessed for bringing up such a thing. 

“I shall admit it, Captain Dameron, that I am aware of it,” Ami admitted, her tone even and sweet. 

“And what is your take on it, might I ask?” 

If Ami hadn’t been so acquainted with the steps of the dance or familiar with the particular dress she’d doned that evening, she was certain she would’ve stumbled over her own feet. Captain Poe Dameron had asked her opinion. Now, it was expected of lady’s to be versed in quite an array of topics and talents, but they were never to express nor form opinions on anything in particular, really. Gentlemen knew this, and cared not to bring it up. They knew better for it could possibly incriminate both the gentleman or the gentlewoman. But Poe Dameron had intentionally gone out of his way to ask her what her thoughts were.

It could’ve very well been a trap, she knew, but upon further thoughts on the matter, what did a Captain in the navy have to gain from humiliating the young woman that would one day sit on the throne and rule his country? There was no real reasoning she could possibly conjure in her mind except that he genuinely wanted to hear her thoughts. 

“You would wish to hear what I have to say on the matter?” Ami asked once to be sure this was really happening. 

“Well, yes,” Poe stated. “It was why I asked in the first place, Princess.” 

“I apologize for my hesitance,” Ami said, bowing her head slightly. “Your inquiry stunned me, is all.”

“Because no one in their right mind has the guts to bring it up to you?” Poe asked, his brow knitting together. “Or that I should inquire your thoughts on it?” 

“They both may play equal roles,” Ami said. 

“And your stance?” 

“I do suppose it is a rather unfortunate title to be graced with,” Ami clarified. “People tend to simply see what they wish to, especially when in a position such as myself.”

“I must say,” Poe began, “that you are very becoming of your title. Such grace and poise in one so young.”

“Which is why the Porcelain Princess was dubbed as such,” she said. “Something nice to observe on a shelf for all to admire.”

Poe’s grin softened, though not in a calming way. With the intensity of his darkening gaze, the smaller smile seemed to give a completely different meaning. His voice low and deep, his words pointed and precise so not to be taken in any other way than what he meant. “Never to be taken down to be played with or touched.” 

The man was incorrigible! Had he no filter? Did he not remember whom he was speaking so casually and informal to? “I do believe you may be forgetting yourself, Captain Dameron.” The warmth running through her veins made her flush. She assumed this was deep anger and embarrassment, but she’d never felt as such before. But it could have been, perhaps, due to his hand on her waist pulling her ever so closer to his body.

“No, your highness. I never forget. I simply do not feel the need to filter myself with flowery words,” Poe insisted. “What is the point in disguising the meaning of your words only to be misconstrued? Nobody gets anywhere, and the point never comes across.”

“While I may agree with you on this,” Ami began, her pitch slightly higher in tone than previously, “there is a time and place for such insinuation and this is no such place.”

Poe smirked, the glint returning. “Tell me, Princess, has anybody ever said anything like this to you before?”

“No.” “Yet, while many would slap me across the face and sent me on my way, you remain,” Poe pointed out. “Either you’re far more like the Porcelain Princess than I first believed, or you may have actually liked my informality. Because the most interesting thing about you, Princess, if you do not mind my saying, is not how beautiful you are - and you are that - nor how well mannered. It is how intelligent you are. I can see if in your eyes. You crave stimulation from your conversations, something you have yet to acquire here tonight.” Poe leaned in to whisper softly as the end of the song neared. “A woman with a mind all her own is far more attractive than her title.”

The song ended, and Poe stepped back away from the young woman. He did not release her hand, however, and brought it to his lips once more as he bowed. Ami was supposed to curtsy with the end of the song, but the words and action of Poe Dameron had left her dazed, and contemplative. She stood on the dance floor several long moments as the young man walked away, ever so pleased with himself. 

Rey appeared beside her, linking her arm with her own and escorted her off the dance floor. “Pray tell, is Captain Dameron the rake he’s been made out to be?” 

Ami sighed and sat with Rey once more. “To be honest, I’m not sure what just happened. He’s very bold, I will admit, but I feel as though there’s so much more in his head.”

“Much like a certain Porcelain Princess, yes?”

“Perhaps,” Ami admitted. “It is yet to be seen.” 

And so the two finally meet!  You can read Part 4: More then Rumors here. 

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Frozen:  Clear Communication

Okay, while I should have been working on the next chapter of “Those Left Behind,” this came into my head.  This is a bit that, while not anti-F2, certainly calls for some individuals to be held accountable.  This involves my OC, Daniel Antonini--and this is a story that can’t happen under my current structure.  But it was fun to write.

--Doc

    Yelana looked at the castle from the moat to the highest towers.  She tried very hard not to be impressed.  After all, she was leader of the Northuldra, not some backwater tourist.

    "Wow," Honeymaren breathed.  "It's...bigger than I thought."

    "Huh," Ryder grunted.  "Wonder how many reindeer they keep in the stables?"

    Yelana shot them a quick look.  The siblings were her escorts for her trip.  It was just meant to be a quick visit to lay down some trade formalities and such.

    She caught the eye of one of the guards.  He bowed politely.

    "Good day, Lady Yelana," the guard said. "We've been expecting you. Would you prefer to relax in the garden or the courtyard?"

    "We're not going into a meeting room?" Honeymaren asked.

    "Queen Elsa informed me that you might feel more at ease in natural surroundings," the guard said. "You are, of course, our guests."

    "The garden will be fine, thank you," Yelana said.  She allowed a hint of approval to color her voice.  "Where are Queen Elsa and Princess Anna, if I may ask?"

    "They're currently resting."  He paused.  "Someone will be with you shortly."

    The garden was rather peaceful.  It didn't really compare to being in the forest, but it was...acceptable.  Yelana noted a few stone benches, as well as a duck pond.

    They were met by a tall, lean young man in dark blue.  He hurriedly smoothed down his shock of dark brown hair.  Sharp eyes glanced over Yelana and her companions, as well as the surroundings.  He carried a set of scrolls under one arm.

    Daniel Antonini bowed to them.  "Lady Yelana.  Honeymaren.  Ryder. Welcome to Arendelle Castle."

    Yelana actually cracked a smile.  "Mr. Antonini.  I see that you're more comfortable here.  The last time we met, you looked very...fretful.  Is that the correct word?"

    "Quite," he agreed with a rueful expression. "Traveling with Queen Elsa is always an adventure, especially given the stakes at the time."  He paused.  "Not that dealing with aggressive ambassadors is much easier, but at least I'm aware of the hazards."

    Yelana gestured to the scrolls.  "Are those the trade agreements?  That's quite a bit for one day's work."

    "I've taken the liberty of translating them into three languages:  English, Norwegian and Northuldran--at least, what I could piece together," he admitted, handing the scrolls over.  "Please feel free to correct me on this so that we may avoid any miscommunications. Before we begin, may I offer you refreshments?"

    The initial negotiations went smoothly.  It was a process of feeling out limits. Yelana found the terms to be very generous, especially given the circumstances.  They both agreed that any use of resources from the Enchanted Forest would be determined by her tribe, after consulting with the Spirits.  There would be no repeating the mistake with the dam.

    After about an hour, Daniel called for a break. He noticed Ryder fidgeting slightly. The slightly glazed look in Honeymaren's eyes was another clue.  Hammering out a lasting agreement was necessary, but it could be extremely boring at times.

    "If you like, I could direct you to the Royal Stables," Daniel suggested.  "I believe that Kristoff should be feeding Sven right about now."

    Ryder's expression brightened.  "I don't suppose that...?"

    "Go on," Yelana said knowingly. "Just don't talk their ears off."

    "Well, I can't talk to many guys about reindeer," Ryder protested.  "I don't know why, but they look at me funny."

    "I meant Sven," Yelana said mischievously. "The poor thing probably gets enough conversation from Kristoff."

    Ryder looked sheepish as he was led away. Honeymaren giggled at her brother's quirk.

    "I'll stay here for the time being," she said, staying close to Yelana.  "Just in case."

    Yelana sighed.  She understood Honeymaren's protectiveness, but the elder detected no threat.  Daniel had been very accommodating and honest--unlike the late, unlamented King Runeard.  The young man was humble, earnest, and simply wanted to help.  She could see it in his eyes.

    "I don't suppose that the Water Spirit would be around?" Daniel asked, changing the subject.  "I shouldn't be so presumptuous as to think that one could summon a Spirit."

    "The Spirits will do as they will," Yelana said philosophically.  "If they feel the need to be somewhere, you will find them."

    The duck pond bubbled next to them.  The pond itself stretched into a pillar, then leapt out. The Nokk landed almost daintily on the grass of the garden.

    Daniel stood up from his seat bowed respectfully to the Nokk.  "On behalf of Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendelle, I bid you welcome.  As such, you are entitled to any hospitality that can be offered to a guest."

    The Nokk nodded back.  The Spirit looked at Yelana and Honeymaren, who bowed.  Then it turned its gaze upward.

    "She's resting," Daniel said quietly. "She's still recovering from the injuries she sustained."

    Yelana blinked.  "Injuries?  What injuries?"

    Daniel paused.  "She did not come out of her last adventure unscathed," he sighed. "She had a mild case of whiplash and her back was covered in bruises.  She thinks that she got those in Ahtohallan.  She's been complaining about her knees and feet, thanks to a large jump she took.  And she took a blow to the abdomen."  He turned his gaze to the Nokk.  "With all due respect, would you happen to know anything about that?"

    The Nokk's eyes flared slightly.  Then the Spirit calmed down.

    "Ah," he nodded.  "This was executed as part of your duty."

    The Nokk tilted its head curiously, then nodded. The glow in its eyes dimmed slightly, as if it were--sorrowful?

    "I suppose that's understandable," he said. "I should think that you and the other Spirits do not enjoy hurting people."

    The Nokk's head tilted slightly away from his gaze. The Spirit looked ashamed.  They were meant to help people.  But it was obvious that there was a hierarchy among the Spirits.  

    "I think you should know that Queen Elsa has done a great deal for foreign relations.  I have aided her with re-establishing ties to more than a few countries."  He paused. "A few of them are quite aware of magic."

    The Nokk returned its gaze to Daniel.  It tilted its head quizzically.

    "I should inform you that Queen Elsa is much-beloved by not only her subjects, but by other rulers.  While I shouldn't speak for them, I can't imagine that they would be happy if Queen Elsa were...injured during the course of her duties." He looked the Nokk right in the eye. "Some may even go so far as to...demand satisfaction."

    The Nokk's eyes flared angrily.  It whipped its head around in outrage.  It was almost saying, "let them come."

    Daniel didn't even flinch.  Yelana found herself impressed at the young man's nerve. Nobody in her tribe would have dared to even broach the subject of comparing the Spirits to others.  

    "I would prefer to avoid this unhappy outcome."  He took a deep breath.  "In the forest, you and the other Spirits are supreme.  I grant you that."  He frowned.  "With the barrier gone, you and the Northuldra have taken your steps into a larger world.  Accommodating others is...the best solution."

    "And who, exactly, would be capable of challenging the Spirits?" Yelana asked.

    Daniel looked thoughtful.  "King Triton of Atlantica is quite fond of Queen Elsa. He thinks of her almost as his own daughter."  He turned his gaze towards the Nokk.  "Perhaps you've heard of him?"

    Yelana and Honeymaren shook their heads. "I can't say I have," Yelana admitted.

    The Nokk, on the other hand, bowed its head carefully and respectfully.  Its watery form rippled, almost like a nervous gesture.

    You hurt her, Daniel didn't say.  It may have been in the course of duty, but you still hurt her.  Well, now the gates have been opened.  You're going to learn how to play nice with others and keep her safe.  Because if you don't...

    "He tends to be very protective of his family, you see," Daniel said calmly.  "He doesn't brag about his power, but...I wouldn't want to get in his way if he were roused.  I do hope you take my meaning."

    The Nokk nodded.  There may have been a hint of respect in its glowing gaze.

    He smiled and nodded in return. "Brilliant.  I'm very glad that we could come to terms.  Honest, open communication is far better than oblique hints, don't you think?"

    You kept people, including those faithful to you, trapped for over thirty years, Daniel thought darkly, though it didn't show. Not once did you truly communicate with either group.  This could have been resolved years ago, but Ahtohallan declared that there had to be a Fifth Spirit.  And you didn't have a choice, did you?  But it's all right as long as Elsa is happy.  That's what matters.

    Once again, the Nokk nodded as if it had read his thoughts.  It then moved towards the duck pond and leaped inside.

    There was a long moment of silence as he watched the duck pond.  There was nary a ripple out of place.

    "Did you just...threaten the Water Spirit?" Honeymaren asked.  She looked aghast.

    Yelana frowned deeply.  "If you were one of my people, you would be beaten for showing disrespect to the Spirits.  That was daring and arrogant."

    "It was said politely," he reminded her. "They will have to grow out of the forest and into the world."

    Yelana's expression lightened.  "You love her that much?"

    "I do," he said simply.

    "Love?  Who?" Honeymaren asked.

    "Mr. Antonini here is in love with Queen Elsa," Yelana explained.  "I've seen that fierce, protective look before, but never against a Spirit.  You are either very brave or very foolish."

    "I hold to my convictions, Lady Yelana.  Do you have any objections?" he asked.

    "I should...but I've decided that I like you," she returned with a little smile.  "You are clever, but you are also earnest."

    "He was taught by some of the best," Elsa said from the garden entrance.  Anna and Olaf were flanking her, holding her hands.  "Welcome to Arendelle Castle.  I hope that Daniel has been a good host."

    "I have no complaints," Yelana said wryly. "Honeymaren?"

    Honeymaren did not gape at Elsa's attire.  She was in the same dress that had been created in Ahtohallan.  In the afternoon light, it was dazzling.

    "He's been very...hospitable, yes," Honeymaren got out.  "Yes, he's been a very good host."

    Daniel bowed deeply.  "How are you two feeling?"

    "Me?" Anna asked.  "Oh, I'm fine.  I mean, I just had a few minor scrapes and bruises."

    Behind the banter, Anna gave Daniel a questioning look.  He responded with an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment.

    Yelana tried not to smile.  Daniel's little speech hadn't been just for himself.

    "Still a little stiff," Elsa admitted. "The doctor says that I should be all right in another week."  She changed the subject.  "Speaking of stiff, you can drop the formalities, Daniel.  We're in front of family."

    "So, I've your permission to hug Anna and Olaf, followed by snogging you silly?  Is that what you mean?" he asked impishly.

    There was a round of suppressed mirth in the group. Elsa withheld her giggle with her left hand.  Something sparkled on her finger.

    Yelana blinked.  "When did this happen?"  She gestured to the ring on Elsa's finger.

    "Oh, um...last night," Elsa admitted. "It was all very awkward and silly, but very sweet."

    "You might want to rephrase that," Anna pointed out.  "People might get the wrong idea."

    Daniel winced.  "Yes, thank you, little sister of my heart.  The world must know how awkward things can get."

    "Soon to be sister-in-law," Anna reminded him. "And aren't you supposed to be the smooth, unruffled diplomat?"

    "I tend to falter around family," he admitted.  "In any case, might I suggest that we all have a seat?"

    Elsa blinked as she sensed something. "Was there a Spirit here?"

    "The Water Spirit," Honeymaren replied. "It was here for a little bit. Daniel had a little talk with it."

    "What kind of talk?"  Elsa frowned slightly.

    "It was merely a clarification of certain positions that have changed," he said honestly.  "I may have called for better relations between certain powers."

    "It was my idea," Anna interjected. "I just didn't want the Spirits to think that they could act however they wanted to around, you know, King Triton or other people like that?"

    "No, it was my idea," he corrected her. "It was the most diplomatic--"

    Elsa rolled her eyes skyward.  "It was both of you, wasn't it?  Am I going to have to calm the poor thing down next time we meet?  I thought we were done with secrets?"

    Anna coughed theatrically.  "Didn't tell me about the voice because it would have bothered me," she muttered.

    Daniel harrumphed.  "Went three days without sleep and didn't mention it," he added sotto voce.

    Olaf wheezed and coughed a proverbial lung. "Almost pushed Anna away because you had to cross a sea and you didn't want her get in trouble and--" Olaf took a deep breath. "--kept that all to yourself."

    Elsa laughed sheepishly.  "Et tu, Olaf?"

    "There's more than two of us here," the little snowman pointed out.  "Or does that mean that you ate two of something?"

    Any further response was interrupted by a faint, chortling sound.  It grew to an outright belly laugh that rang through the garden.  Yelana laughed for a full thirty seconds before she calmed down, wiping tears from her eyes.

    "Spirits, I haven't had a good laugh in years," she said.  She turned her gaze towards Elsa.  "I think that I could get used to being part of this family."  She stepped forward, leaning on her staff, and extended a hand.

    Elsa and Anna's hands covered Yelana's.  The foundation had been laid for a brighter future.

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Communication is the key:

Older! Duncan Shepherd+Reader.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

How are you?

I am a bit full of things to do, because life is crazy... also here the weather suck so... not living my best life, but I just wanted to share a this because soft older! Duncan can basically cure anything (insert here “the bandaid meme).

Also, little disclaimer, before you start this fic: please if you are innocent and vanilla don’t feel insulted by this; I am not trying to insult you, being innocent and vanilla is something nobody should be ashamed of.

The problem is when you think that just because, if somebody enjoys a different sex life from you, you judge him badly, making thme feel ashamed of it.

Don’t be an asshole, don’t kinkshame anybody!

I hope you will enjoy it!

SUMMARY: Your friends have never been the nicest with you, but it all gets worse when a brunch brings out revelation you weren’t ready to make... thank God, Duncan Shepherd is the best boyfriend ever and always knows how to take care of you, even in your hardest days!

WORDS: 4.3 K

WARNINGS: Mentions of Sex and Nudity, Strict Mentality, Toxic Friendship and a bit of Angst (but also a lot of Fluff because that’s how my older! Duncan is...)

She had arrived a bit late to the brunch she was supposed to attend with her friends, since apparently they all were in LA, and they had decided to go out like they did when they were just teenagers.

Except now they were either married or with a child on the way so to find the right date for everybody had been extremely difficult.

And she hadn’t meant to disrespectfully ignore it, but Duncan had had a bad day.

So she had taken her time comforting him over the phone, reminding him that that night he would be seeing her, and she would absolutely change his opinion about that day, and this had been enough to get a very low and rough laugh from him, which had immediately set her core on fire.

She had thought about a bit of talking about more “serious matters” with Duncan over the phone, to relieve the pressure between her thighs, but then she had seen the hour and… she had discovered that she was late.

She had expected her friends to raise against her, bitching about her lateness, but she had found them already deep in conversation, she had just preferred to sit on the nearest empty chair, smiling around, meanwhile the original trio gossiped about something regarding Anna.

Her and Anna had been “best friends”, but they had never been the “OMG GIRL CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED ME” type, they were more the “I need comfort and you are single so”, which had been mostly on Anna’s part since, (Y/N) had found herself on more the single side, but still she tried not to bring too much bad blood to her friend, not when, since she had been going out with Duncan, things had been amazing, both in her bed and outside of it.

She was finally happy, when she hadn’t been in such a long time.

She immediately tried to get Anna’s attention, feeling that her friend was ashamed of the entire conversation, in order to be able to bring some comfort, but before she could actually say anything, Rebecca summarized the entire thing for her.

-Hello (Y/N)! – she promptly laughed, meanwhile adjusting her long black  on her side, as if to dust them off to make it appear that what she was going to say too, didn’t touch her in the slightest, no matter the fact that she was screaming about it five minutes prior with Elaine -… apparently Dennis has asked our lovely Anna, if he can hit it from the back-.

Part of her was supposed to be shocked at the thing, since she hadn’t honestly expected Dennis to be the type to ask for such thing (she had even mumbled, after Duncan had taken her against their kitchen counter, bent over it, that she was sure that certainly her friends’ boyfriends wouldn’t have been able to do the same, although they were younger than him, getting a very satisfied groan, mumbling “well it’s all in the experience, dear”) but another part of her, was like “… and you wouldn’t be into it?”.

She honestly didn’t see the problematic of it.

Starting from the fact that she hadn’t let Duncan “hit the backdoor”, but she had been interested and curious about it, enough that once they had talked about it, and she had told him, she would have been ok with it, but Duncan, ever the gentleman, had suggested they took it slowly and so she wouldn’t have to feel pressured into it in the slightest.

She had immediately loved the confidence and open mind of her man.

(Y/N) knew Duncan was a man of many kinks and this at first had scared her since she had been scared that her naivety and innocence would make her boring in his eyes, and he wouldn’t be in the slightest interested into her and soon the sex would get annoying for him.

He had reassured her that, meanwhile kinks made ex more enjoyable, he wasn’t attracted to any of them in the slightest, he was attracted to her and there was no better turn on than seeing a comfortable woman tremble of pleasure underneath him.

He had slowly brought up kinks, making sure to discuss them with her, and encouraging her to share some of hers with this, with no judgement, till she felt comfortable enough.

But her friends were a different kind of people: she still remembered growing up and being chastised for her wishes, her sexual researches, as if sex was indeed something dirty which shouldn’t be discussed with anyone, not even your sexual partner.

And that had fucked her up a bit, feeling as if she was dirty or anything else, and she had indeed pushed herself to be quiet on her desires, till she had met Duncan, and he had been pretty vocal on her not having to hold back with him.

“Don’t you dare holding back anything from me, sweetie! This relationship is a judgement free one, and if you want to try something out, we sit down and discuss it!”.

And from then on it had been how it had worked between them.

-Oh…- she tried to sound as distant as she could, to leave out any kind of emotions, knowing the opinion of their friends on this kind of things -… and what did you say? -.

She didn’t want to intrude in your friend’s thoughts, but she tried to, at least, get also her side of the story, trying to appear as judgement free as she could, in order to make her feel comfortable.

Anna just took a deep breath, staring at her with such a Virgin Mary look, as if she honestly thought she would be sent to Hell for all the sinful things she did with Duncan in their bed, and outside of it, but she tried to keep herself cool and nice on the outside.

-… I said I would think about it, but that isn’t… normal! – the entire phrase sounded like it took all her force, and she looked like she was five seconds from imploding-… I have a front door for a reason-.

She honestly felt the laugh approach her from inside, but she blocked it halfway although a strange smile (a mix between a constipated pose and a true smile) appeared on her face, to keep the situation in check, not wanting to expose herself.

-… and you didn’t talk anymore about it? – she tried to continue the discourse but again Rebecca interrupted her, raising her coffee to her lips and sending her a disapproving glance.

-Is it something that even should be discussed, (Y/N)?! – replied, bitterly the woman, annoying her terribly, mostly because she was intruding in a conversation in which she had no part, but also she was also terribly uptight, alongside not caring even a little bit for her friends, just for her stupid backwards values -… that’s disgusting, poop comes out of that hole-.

She knew it, she had done her researches, unlike her.

-… I am just saying that we are in 2019, so we should all be a bit more open-minded- and then she moved to Anna, putting an hand on her shoulder to calm her down -… obviously if that is something that you want to try, I say go for it, maybe talk with Dennis, if not, just tell him so and everything will be alright-.

 She had tried to be comprehensive and sweet, but her friends still imploded on her, looking at her with true anger.

-How can you even say those things when you are single and a virgin?!- Anna seemed taken aback from her own words, and immediately moved to apologize, but she stopped her friend.

-I am not a virgin, anymore- she didn’t feel like it was something that should be discussed over at brunch and she immediately blushed, having said it just because she was pissed for her friend’s disrespect.

Also, the fact that she was a virgin didn’t mean that she couldn’t give her friend relationship advice, mostly when her friends apparently had the maturity of a five-year-old child.

-When did that happen? – asked suddenly Iris, another friend of hers, who suddenly woke up, joining the conversation and watching her with wide eyes.

-Who is the lucky guy? – came Teyra from her left, and suddenly all the attention was on her.

Exactly what she had tried to avoid.

… shit…

-…. I don’t kiss and tell, girls- she tried to avoid having to say that she was in a relationship with Duncan Shepherd.

Duncan was very calm with them being together in public, but also he avoided paparazzi like hell, mostly to avoid her the mediatic hell (for which she was grateful).

He had said that she could obviously talk about them with her friends, but she honestly didn’t feel like sharing that bit of information with any of her childish friends.

Not when they were looking at her as if she had grown a nipple on her head.

She had told her parents, thinking they would have been disapproving of her dating an older man, but although they had been a bit suspicious at first, they had been extremely approving and nice with Duncan, who had been the most nervous one for the entire presentations, holding her hand tight, for the entire time.

-Then it didn’t happen…- mumbled snobbishly Rebecca, turning all her attention again on Anna, declaring that she wasn’t insignificant anymore.

She seriously wanted to tell her about that time Duncan had very gently kissed her leading her to his bedroom, before helping her lay down, worshipping every part of her body, till she was so melted in his arms that she had lost herself for a moment, and she wasn’t a person no more, she was a falling star and the fall was half the fun…

That would have not only shown that she was indeed not a virgin, but also… it was very relevant.

But she honestly had a bit of shame for herself and didn’t want to divulge anything that might then be linked to Duncan, mostly when her friends would surely gossip it to every journal they might know.

So she just chose to back off for the rest of the discourse, hiding in herself, and feeling awful, because although their opinion didn’t matter it made her feel awful and honestly a bit annoyed and not happy with herself.

She still felt like she had to appease at their judgement although she was definitely better than all of them.

It honestly baffled her that, whereas she would have always helped her friends, no matter what, thye made fun of her so easily.

So, she wasn’t in the best mood when she came home, finding Duncan trying to pass off a take-out as something he had cooked himself, making a smirk immediately appear on her lips, but tiredness still shone in her eyes.

Duncan seemed to catch it and immediately got her to sit down, personally removing her high-heeled shoes gently, before massaging gently her feet, getting up just to kiss her nose sweetly.

She couldn’t help but melt under him, purring when he moved his attention to her neck, peppering it with very distracting kisses and her hands tangled in his hair, gently.

-… hard day, my love? – he mumbled, meanwhile his lips moved to her ear, whispering the question straight into it, meanwhile she moved her hands from his hair to her neck, bringing him closer and welcoming his body warmth.

-Kind of- she replied, before looking at him in the eyes -… but now that you are here it’s a lot better-.

He kissed her there and then, pressing with force their lips together, meanwhile his hands moved to her hips, pinning her down and she welcomed his light oppression, feeling comfortable in his arms more than in anywhere else.

When they separated, she kept her forehead leaned on his, calming herself from any worry of the day and feeling him do the same.

He smirked, puffing his chest up, and she couldn’t help but love him even more for the fact that he had that arrogance to him, it kept their relationship more interesting and she couldn’t help but love the way his eyes filled with childish pride at her smile, which was followed by her messing with his precious gelled hair, getting a little poke on her hip because of it.

-You are already more mischievous, so I am not sure if my influence is inherently good…– she joked, hugging him tightly meanwhile she jokingly protested, but enjoyed again his warmth and having him near here.

Honestly long-distance relationships were difficult, but this made moments like this more precious.

-… also I am a bit hungry- her stomach grumbled to point out the words and Duncan with a last look at her,  smirking with true genuine amusement and kissing her forehead one last time, stuttered off to the kitchen counter, getting their plates, followed by her who got the cutlery and the tissues, setting down a minimal table, before they sat down comfortably in front of each other, holding each other’s hands.

Her legs, sprawled without elegance in his lap, meanwhile Duncan just huffed out: he had reprimanded her too many times for that gesture, but he secretly liked each contact he could get with her, and after they had been both satisfied with their meal he reached down to rub her feet, meanwhile he made her aware of whatever problem was going over in his new project, describing each things in such an harsh and annoyed way that made her horrible day seem a day with rainbow and happiness.

she “comforted” him with a few sarcastic laughs and comments, getting a few too many admonishments about not being a brat, but without no fire in them.

She knew that Duncan liked her all the same, because all those brattish tendencies made their sex life better, more active and he loved to try to tame her.

He loved she could be reserved and sweet, obedient with almost everyone except him, and that she had secrets side for whenever they were alone together; it made him feel special and cherished.

She swapped dabs at each other, till it got late enough that a jetlagged Duncan started yawning (and she wasn’t able to stop the “old man” from leaving your lips) and they decided to go to bed, but Duncan seemed to have some strength still, pushing her against their bedroom door, kissing her.

It made her feel as if every nerve of her body was on fire, but as soon as his hands hooked themselves under her thighs she immediately become rigid under him.

The memory of todays’ brunch playing again in her mind, although she could have no idea why it was linked to her almost having sex with her beloved lover.

But it somehow did.

And Duncan felt it, immediately backing up, not enough to be unreachable with her hand, but enough to let her breath, waiting patiently.

-Did I do something wrong? – he asked, gently and most importantly without making her feel like it was her fault.

Although she thought so.

-… no, no, I am just still a bit influenced by what happened to brunch…- she didn’t know how.

Was it maybe because her friends had made her feel dirty for what she usually did with Duncan? Or the fact that they had made her feel like she didn’t deserve Duncan’s love or lust?

All her insecurities flooded to her head and Duncan saw it, gently shaking her a bit, before kissing her forehead.

-… whatever your friends say, they are a bunch of jealous bitches and I will literally fight each of them- she giggled, a little bit of her sadness disappearing and hugged him stronger, more to anchor herself down to him and not to her self-destructive thoughts.

-Thank you, but I can fight them, myself- she replied, meanwhile punching him lightly on the shoulder -… we were talking about sex, I am not saying how because it would invade someone’s privacy and I am better than that, but I said that I am not a virgin and didn’t want to say with who and they said that I was lying-.

She honestly didn’t know what to expect from Duncan, because although he was an attentive boyfriend that story was the craziest.

-I am even more inclined to fill a lawsuit against them- he mumbled, gently caressing her hair and then moving to her back, following patterns he knew that comforted her -… this is a clear invasion of your privacy, since your sex life is not any of their business, alongside the fact that they should respect you and your decision-.

He said it as if it was easiest thing ever, clearly believing in each words he spoke, which got her to get immediately out from the self-destructive mood of the day, gently cuddling closer to him.

-I love you, I don’t care about your experience and I respect you, whatever might happen, except please don’t stab me in the back…- he giggled at the least part, but looked her in the eyes, wanting each statement to count -… you are the most precious thing that has ever happened in my life and I want you to be comfortable in this relationship-.

She just hid in his chest, tears flowing finally and Duncan whispered sweet comforting words, helping her get dressed for the night, another way to comfort her, and when they were in bed together, cuddling her.

There, she finally felt relieved, hiding her hand in his shirt and moving them on his back, meanwhile he entwined their legs together.

-I am sorry, for ruining our night together…- she scrambled up, not meeting his eyes -… I know that you had a heavy day and I straight up ruined it and… you know not wanting sex…-.

-You don’t owe me anything, (Y/N)- he rarely used her name, and when he did it meant that he was either done with her or wanting to make sure she got a concept clear and loud in her head -… sex or affection should come natural and I won’t accept anything fake in this relationship, we talked about it and that’s something I am glad and grateful for, you are the most beautiful thing in my life and I am very lucky to have you-.

-I am the one lucky to have you...- she replied, meanwhile kissing him softly his hands again encircling her waist.

-We got lucky that we met- he dealt their disagreements, before kissing her forehead as if to say “end of this” -… but seriously there is nothing wrong and I am just happy that we are back together-.

-… love you- she whispered, before cuddling closer -… good night-.

-Good night, lovely -.

The day started extremely well, she woke up with her head on Duncan’s chest with him snoring gently, and she couldn’t help her little laughs, which woke him up.

Then the mornings moved to what they usually did each Saturday together: Duncan opened her wardrobe looked into it and proclaimed she was missing some kind of dress or accessory and got her to go shopping with him, much to her protests, but eventually he either dragged her there or she just relented, knowing he would make expensive bags appear in her room, either way.

Today, it was shoes and she was trying on an expensive pair of glimmering Jimmy Choo shoes, deciding whether she wanted the pink version or the silver one.

Duncan had wandered off, taking a call, apologizing with a quick kiss to her lips, heading for a secluded area.

She was checking herself out in the mirror, angulating differently the shoes to make it catch the light and shine brighter.

-… (Y/N)? - she froze on the spot, hearing the familiar voice, not turning around but checking as a spy what was going on, immediately seeing her friend, Rebecca in the reflection -… didn’t know that you went here? -.

Which was a not-bitchy way to say “I didn’t think you had the money for this” and she strangely did, since her projects got approved and she was now working on it, earning enough money that it wasn’t Duncan anymore who paid for her Chanels

She slowly turned around, on a shoes and bare foot, an uncomfortable position which prompted her to move for the little chaise-longue, her friend imitating here.

-Hello to you too, Rebecca- she mumbled more grimly but trying her best to appear nice with her “friend” who had humiliated her in the worst the previous day.

-Love those Jimmy Choo- her friends cooed, grabbing the pair she wasn’t trying on and jamming it up her foot, a store clerk moving to step in but it was waved off by Rebecca, meanwhile (Y/N) asked desperately for her help to get out of a dangerous situation such as that -… you could wear them on Monday-.

-What happens on Monday? – she replied, meanwhile trying her best not to roll her eyes at her friend’s obligation.

-Me and Ted are giving a little party at our new home… and he has a friend over for you- which was the closest way to arrange almost her marriage and it was something she always did, much to her annoyance.

It had started at first with just her friend “casually” making her sit down on the closest single friend, with some common interest and it had moved to her getting anyone who was even slightly single, which had gotten her into so many awkward situations

Duncan had once suggested he might just come over to show to all those boys that you were taken, but you thought it would have been a useless loss of their already scarce nights together.

She had stopped going out to those parties and hanging with Duncan, not necessarily at home (she still remembered the quickie which had happened in the private toilette of an high-end club, and how Duncan had had enough stamina to fuck her in their own bed).

-… I might have a thing to do on Monday- which meant she would be on Netlix, minding her own business, in her comfy pajama.

-Which is? – her friend was already looking at her as she was judging her already to be an asocial for her entire life, as if her plans, no matter what, wouldn’t be as cool as the ones she had in store for her.

Everybody followed Rebecca’s plan, or they weren’t considered enough.

She had thought it was true for so long, but it didn’t work anymore.

-Me- Duncan couldn’t have had a better time to intervene appearing behind her, plopping a small kiss down her shoulder, naked because of her dress, and hand wrapping around her waist.

Rebecca looked like she had seen a ghost.

She had personally been baffled by her first meeting with Duncan but it had been scheduled that day.

To see Duncan so suddenly… well it was indeed a true surprise.

-… oh…- she was only able to say that and Duncan smirked all haughty, getting a little elbow on his stomach from her -… wow you are Duncan Shepherd-.

-The one and only- he replied, meanwhile hugging her closer the PDA completely overflowing the roof, which was unusual but she knew he was a show off and linking the two things she knew that he was just doing it to get some kind of revenge on her friend on her account.

She didn’t know whether to laugh at him or hug him.

-… you must be Rebecca, I have heard a lot about you- he mumbled, again with that coy smirk and annoying voice, that clearly said what he had heard a lot about.

But Rebecca was just surprised that he knew her, and smiled flirty at him, as if he hadn’t a girl right here, under his arm, which he kissed like that chaise-longue was a bed.

-Well you can come too, Monday- she immediately brightened up, perking up and chatting brightly, as if to show him her better side, the one that (Y/N) didn’t know.

Sadly, that wasn’t what Duncan was thinking.

-… didn’t we have that thing planned with the Uderwoods? – he intervened, completely ignoring Rebecca and continuing on being that show off, grabbing gently her leg to push it up and raise her feet so he could observe it -… this would be perfect for that dinner-.

She shot him a smirk and he caught her, bringing her lips in a kiss, completely ignoring Rebecca, whom she had forgotten, so caught up in the moment, till the woman coughed roughly to get their attention.

-… I will take my leave, since I am not wanted-.

Duncan’s smirk said… “you better” and the woman almost fled barefoot from the store.

They spent a few minutes of silence, making sure she was out of earshot and then the laughter erupted from her mouth.

Duncan then moved his interest to the shoes, his head rising towards her pink dress clad body, pushing himself a bit behind her back, making her feel what was going on in his pants.

-I buy you the two pairs if we can go home, right now- he proposed, he must have gotten excited for whooping her bitchy friend ass.

And well… she felt the same.

-… only if we then go out and get you a jacket for that thing with the Underwoods… she kept the joke, making him raise by his tie.

He just shook her head, happy for that joyful glint in her eyes.

-See…- she turned around confused, facing him -… communication is the key-.

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When you get kidnapped

((I’m getting unusually hooked on Sherlock feels and I need H E L P))

SHERLOCK HOLMES

If Sherlock somehow got a S/O, it’s because he saw something in you, something sparkling, like a combination of intelligence, charisma and empathy that he doesn’t even realise caught his attention in the first place, but it definitely did.

He didn’t even realise it until John told him one day and he felt like all reality shattered around him -

He is a high functioning sociopath, he couldn’t POSSIBLY be having romantic feelings for another human being...Right?

But he did, and it took a hella long time (and persuasion) to admit it, but finally he did, and asked you out.

After this important step, the other even more important ones followed, which involved accepting that he, SHERLOCK HOLMES, actually had a relationship, and even more, he LOVED it more than he could have imagined.

All the hugs, the little touches, the cuddles, the casual talks, the emotions, the warmth...

All these things and even more made him feel like he was in touch with reality, and despite feeling vulnerable, he felt alive.

Not like when he is chasing after Moriarty or other intriguing cases that only he would be able to solve, but in ways exponentially more calming and soothing.

He was finally able to relax, smile and be content with sitting next to the person he calls his Significant Other.

However, all this came to an end and it was like the whole world crumbled down on him, when he got a crypted message saying that you were kidnapped and he only has 72 hours to save you before you’ll be publicly executed.

Sherlock went insane with rage hearing that and without a second thought he dragged John out of the house and went to Mycroft and Greg because NOBODY in this life is going to harm the only person who showed him empathy.

He is going to make sure you are rescued, safe and sound and at home as soon as possible.

He won’t bother with even one blink of sleep, being too stressed and drinking way too much black coffee - He would forget to stay hydrated and eat, so much that everyone around him will get worried for his health and try to help, but would get rejected anyways because Sherlock is Sherlock.

Hell, he would even go back on drugs and heavy nicotine just to get rid of the stress because it is absolutely killing him - Knowing that you are in danger would make it very difficult for him to concentrate and think objectively or access his mind palace.

And exactly because Sherlock is Sherlock, he’d have her rescued in 2 days tops, but his aggressiveness would show off very clearly, beating the kidnapper until he falls on the ground, unconscious, then calming down, taking deep breaths, and running to your side, hugging you tightly to his chest, whispering reassuring words in your ear - Words that seemed to be more of a way to reassure himself that you are okay, but worked either ways.

He would carry you home bridal style and won’t let anyone get close to you for a long time, especially not when you’re still under shock and fear.

He would be very attentive with you - Like breakfast in bed, tea, hot chocolate, books near you at all times, playing the violin whenever you looked stressed, asking Mycroft for extra security around the house and around you, just in case something like this happens again

And of course, he’d get more protective, not wanting anything like that to happen ever again, especially if Moriarty happens to be in the picture during those times

He knows you are his weakness, but bloody hell, love isn’t an advantage, but it feels very good nonetheless.

James “Jim” Moriarty

Jim getting an S/O? Well that's gonna be interesting. 

I can imagine you met at a Karaoke pub or something because DAMN this boy L O V E S his 80s and 90s songs more than he loves  (almost) anything else in this world. 

If he goes to a pub to have fun one night and one of his fave songs is gonna play, you bet he'll go right to the mic and sing his heart out. 

Please, at any time, go right to the stage and have a passionate duet with him because no matter how you sing, he will melt.

He will take an interest in you, your love for cool stuff that he’s also into, then your charisma, your sense of humour and of course, your intellect.

Oh boy, if he hears you making super dark jokes, he’ll have the biggest grin on his face and will try to see just how far your jokes/puns will go (Hopefully very dark)

He will ask you out in a very clichee way, with great classic rock songs playing in the background.

Maybe at a vintage pub or some outdoors cinema ‘cause it’s super romantic and lovely and he lives for having fun.

He’d take you EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE with him - From then on you’re his Queen and he’s going to make sure you and everyone else knows it

All his associates know better than to say anything about you, or there will be hell to pay.

“Somehow”, even life at work/University got an infinite times better and it looked like everywhere you went, flowers bloomed, butterflies flew around and life was wonderful, just like a Queen Deserves.

But you’re not just any Queen - 

You are HIS Queen.

And if anyone dared disrespect his Queen, the whole city would burn.

And that’s exactly what happened when he came home, expecting to see pancakes, maple syrup, popcorn and Lord of the Rings prepared in the bedroom, as you talked before, for a perfect evening of relaxation and fun, but instead found your apartment a mess.

It was pretty obvious to Moriarty who dared kidnap you, of course, competition, a petty underground mobster who thought he could bait him to get what he wants.

Of course, that won’t work for Moriarty because he would die before letting anyone foil his plans, which means that he literally burnt and skinned alive anyone who went in his path of rescuing you.

As soon as he got to the place where you were taken, he made sure to make a very grant and dramatic entrance, worthy of remembering - Lots of explosions, screams, fire and him being a King.

If the kidnapper even dared touch a hair on your head, he would wreak havoc and torture him to death no joke, but first of all, he’d make sure you are alright and get you home, preparing the perfect evening at home, just as you dreamt to do before getting kidnapped.

After that, he’d pamper you even more than before, but he’d ask if you’d want to move in with him, because his home is more secure, and when you need to leave the house, you will be assured that security guards will always be there to save the day.

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft, the “Ice man” Holmes, the one known to Sherlock and his friends as the “British Government” , is also a human being and has his own elegant and fancy hobbies.

And one of them is exactly the way he met his S/O, despite not even realising it at first, or rather said, not wanting to believe that he fell in love so easily.

Whenever he has enough free time to take a break from being such an important person, he goes to the same small vintage cafe where the smell of aromatic tea and cake fills the air and the sound of classical music helps him relax.

There were never too many people there so he never felt cramped or uncomfortable, but one day he went there and he found only his reserved table empty, only to quickly find out from the waitress that there was a holiday and it was only natural for there to be more people than usual.

Sighing, he went to his usual seat by the window and waited for the tea to get brewed, only to hear the door bell clink again, and a gorgeous woman in a beautiful dress entered the cafe, rather shy and unsure, looking rather lost like a meerkat, then went to the waitress, asking if there were any empty seats.

Feeling bad for you, since you were a regular there, much like Mycroft, so the waitress humbly asked him if he was okay with you staying there, and he agreed with no second thought.

Feeling shy and awkward, you softly give your thanks to the man in front of you, promising that you won’t bother him, then took out your book, “Pride and Prejudice” and started reading from where you left it.

Unknown to you, Mycroft’s eyes were on you as soon as you took out your book because, despite not wanting everyone to know it, he loved such books.

As you kept reading, the gentle rays of Sun lit up your face like you were a Goddess and Mycroft found himself enchanted by your presence, until the waitress came and brought you two the tea and cake you ordered and the funny coincidence was that you both ordered the same type of cake.

Smiling at each other, you started conversing lightly about casual topics that went deeper with each “accidental date” you two kept having each time you kept buming into each other at the cafe, but let’s face it, from Mycroft it was never accidental.

It took a lot from him to ask you out, but after many dates that involved casual walks through the parks, library dates, cafe dates, opera dates and so on, he just couldn’t not do that because....

Because you are special.

And he would threaten everyone with his umbrella sword if they dared come close to you, with evil intent.

Of course, he is a gentleman and he doesn’t get jealous easily.

On the other hand, when he first showed off his Umbrella sword, you got super excited and asked him to show you how to fence, because you wanted to be a fencing princess - A lady with many tricks up her frilly sleeves.

Unfortunately, no amount of fencing classes or sword umbrellas could save you from being kidnapped during your walk through the park, when you were about to meet Mycroft.

Since you were extremely punctual, and if something happened, you’d call in advance to explain the situation, the elder Holmes started worrying when you didn’t arrive and wouldn’t pick up your phone either.

He kept pacing around until he received a phone from his subordinates who informed him that you got kidnapped and the evil man asked for a huge Government favour and a pretty significant ransom.

He was livid with rage, but as usual, he wouldn’t show it.

Instead, he called his younger brother to help him solve the case and find where the kidnapped was hidden so he could rescue you faster and make sure you weren’t harmed in any way.

He’d make your safety his top priority, letting Sherlock and the rest deal with the kidnapper before he would ensure he never sees daylight again, but until then, you must relax and get tend to.

If you were hurt, he’d bring the best doctors at his home to make sure you’re okay.

If you were okay, he’d make sure to stay and reassure you for a long time, taking a mini-break from work, watching movies, walking through parks and listening to music with you, just so you’ll regain some trust in the world around you.

When you’re feeling better, he will of course have to return to his busy and hectic life style, but would try to keep you around his office more often, instead of staying home alone - Because let’s face it, his office is like a gorgeous old school library - And the security would be SO much tighter.

There is nobody in this world who would dare touch Mycroft’s S/O, because they will get obliterated before they could even think about using such a pure and angelic being as a bait to get him to do something against the Government and so on.

He treasures you to infinity and beyond and wants you to know that, even though he doesn’t say it too often, but he’s a man of actions, not words, and so, you never feel neglected.

[camerynjones12-blog]

The Halftime Show Controversy

So many celebrities have refused to participate in the NFL’s famous Super Bowl Halftime show due to the racial protest started by the San Francisco 49ers former quarterback, Colin Kaepernick. In an attempt to protest racism and police brutality, Kaepernick began taking a knee during the national anthem which is played before every football game. Many consider this act disrespectful to the nation and all those risking their lives to defend it, while others are showing full support for Kaepernick and his protest. Many famous artists who support Kaepernick have refused to participate in the halftime show until the NFL changes its policy of requiring its athletes to stand for the national anthem. The famous quarterback has not been signed to an NFL team since, but many celebrities are still on his side, showing their support by refusing to perform at the Super Bowl or do business of any kind with the NFL. But just refusing to do the halftime show may not be the best way to handle the whole situation.

1.      Cady Lang’s 2019 article in Time Magazine “Here’s What To Know About The Controversy Of The 2019 Super Bowl Halftime Show”

Kaepernick took a knee during the national anthem to peacefully protest racism and brutality of police officers against people of color. It was and is still not fair that so many people have been assaulted or brutally killed by police officers simply because they are of a different color. Many people agreed with his point of view and joined him in taking a knee, not willing to show support for a nation who seemed to show so much discrimination towards its own people.After making such a daring move, many people began to admire him for his so-called courage or bravery. This got the attention of Nike, a multimillion-dollar company, who later decided to support Kaepernick and even make him the new face of their company. Many fans, players and celebrities believe that they should have the right to kneel to the flag because it is a right of expression, and we, as Americans, are free to express ourselves in any way that we please. The NFL, however has a policy that requires everyone attending the event to stand for the national anthem, regardless of what they think is right or wrong. Because of this policy, several artists refused to perform at the halftime show or show support to the NFL until they change that particular rule, claiming that it violates their right of expression.            While so many citizens agree with Kaepernick, many find it disrespectful and impertinent to the country and those who risk their lives every day to defend its people. It’s not ethical to shame an entire nation because there have been cases of racism and assaults towards colored people (lets not forget that this happens all over the world). These cases are not acceptable, of course, and it is honorable of Kaepernick to want to put a stop to it, but it might not be the right way to take a stand.  People do have freedom of expression and should use it but should choose to do so in a way that does not shame the entire country. Many people agree that Kaepernick is protesting for an important reason but may not be doing it in the right way. 

2.  Lauren Weigle’s 2019 article on Heavy. “Maroon 5 Controversy For Super Bowl Halftime 2019”

Maroon 5 was told by several people to drop out of the halftime show. There was even a petition going around that needed 150,000 signatures (but only got up to 115,000) to force the band out of the halftime show. Adam Levine, the lead singer, does in fact support LGBT rights, causing people to think that if he could support that without any problem then he should have no problem not doing the halftime show to support Kaepernick and his cause. The band said they could support Kaepernick’s claims and beliefs but still perform at the halftime show. Travis Scott would also perform along with Maroon 5, and he even made a 500,000 dollar donation to a group called Big Brothers and Big Sisters of America to show his support to the cause.Many people seem to think that refusing to do business with the NFL is the only way to take a stand against racism and get their point out there. To them, dropping out of the halftime show seems like the most ideal way to support Kaepernick’s stand against racism, but is it really necessary to go to such extremes? After all, it’s nothing more than a performance meant to entertain the fans while the players take a break from the game, which is why the band stayed quiet about the entire situation and had no intention of sending a message of any kind. The donation made by Scott was not disrespectful to our nation, the troops that defend us, or the NFL, and it was an excellent way to show people that they could still show support without having to go as far as cancelling the show.

3. Drew Nantais’s 2019 article on SportingNews.com “Why is Maroon 5 performing at Super Bowl 53?

Explaining the 2019 halftime show controversy.”Since the Super Bowl was being held in Atlanta, people wanted performers who sang rap, hip hop, and R&B, which is why Travis Scott and Big Boi were invited to perform alongside Maroon 5, but both artists were facing pressure to decline the offer. Other artists such as Rihanna and Cardi B were invited to sing as well but both rejected the invitation as a way to support Kaepernick.For them it’s all about the message it sends, but what many of these celebrities don’t realize is that there are other ways to protest other that refusing to perform. Travis Scott gained fame and recognition for his performance at the show but still showed support to the cause by the donation that he made. These other singers simply refused to perform, not realizing that they really only losing publicity for themselves, not realizing that they weren’t the NFL’s only options for the halftime show.

4.   Lauren Weigle’s 2019 article on heavy.com “Adam Levine’s Super Bowl 2019 Controversy and Drama”  

PJ Morton, the pianist, said that he believes that there are a lot of people who are in support of Kaepernick but to do not protest in the same way that he does. Although they agree with him, they simply do their jobs and maintain the peace, just as Maroon 5 did, putting the controversy aside and focusing on the performance that they agreed to do. Since the band did not turn down the offer, a petition was sent around to get Maroon 5 to drop out of the halftime show. It stated that because several artists that have been featured in some of Maroon 5’s songs, such as Cardi B, Rihanna, and Kendrick Lamar- who all support Kaepernick- have turned down the offer, Maroon 5 should do the same. Adam Levine said that the band was expecting all the controversy and did not want to focus on the drama of it, but instead, focus on the show itself. Levine said that he wanted the show to “honor people of color and those who feel that their voices are not heard.” The band even declined the invitation to participate in the press conference that is traditionally done before the show- the press conference where the only questions that would be asked were about the whole Kaepernick drama.            With this action, Maroon 5 sends a message that there are other ways to protest or show support. Choosing whether or not to perform at the Superbowl or not shouldn’t have to determine what you stand for. The band is not the only people that act in this way; there are actually many players, fans, coaches, and several others that are in full support of Kaepernick but find other quiet, more peaceful ways to protest, still showing respect for the nation and those who risk their lives to defend it.

5. Megan O’brien’s 2019 article on boston.com “The Maroon 4 Halftime Show Controversy Explained”

The controversy got more serious when Maroon 5 cancelled the press conference without giving a reason. All the NFL said about it was “the artists will let their show do the talking”.The band’s lead singer Adam Levine did not have much to say about the whole controversy. He remained rather quiet about the entire situation, and that’s when Kaepernick’s lawyer stepped in, making an appearance on Good Morning America. “If you’re going to cross this ideological or intellectual picket line, then own it,” he said. “And Adam Levine certainly isn’t owning it.”            This led many people to believe that Levine was a coward, scared to make a stand and face the media. But to Levine, he just wanted people to enjoy the show, regardless of the controversy surrounding it. He wanted to show people that there are other more effective ways to protest, and refusing to perform at the Super Bowl Halftime show was not one of them.     The controversy continues to grow, and more people are beginning to protest, but the NFL doesn’t seem to be giving in. Nobody knows how long this disagreement will go on or how to put an end to it since everyone has their different points of views on the topic.

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For @feanorianweek 2018 / Day 1 + Maedhros

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A carefully planned day in the forest was all Fingon needed to win over Maedhros’s doubts and hesitation. 

 Some fluffy first kiss Russingon (1.5k, Teen and Up Audience, No warnings)

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“What if somebody comes across us?” Maedhros asked, scanning his surroundings carefully as his melodious voice filled the quiet glade. They had often come to this tranquil spot before, after having found it one day by simple accident whilst riding back to Tirion in heavy rain.

“What of it, then?” replied Fingon with a breathtaking smile, indulgent, lovely, yet still a mischievous edge to it. “All I see is two cousins lying in the grass, enjoying a lovely day off of their duties.”

‘Enjoying a lovely cousin is what you mean.’ Maedhros almost snorted.

Fingon continued unimpressed, propping himself up on the elbow and watching Maedhros closely with a smile. “Surely, no harm could come from doing such a thing?”

“Surely not.” Maedhros hated the way his voice faltered. He wished to sound playful and happy, perhaps even flirty. Instead, he sounded like a complete fool. “But maybe from the way you look at me?”

Fingon played coy. “Oh,” he said in feigned surprised, in a way that made Maedhros envy him all the more for his nonchalance, “Please tell me, dearest Maitimo, how exactly do I look at you?” 

Maedhros felt blood rush to his cheeks as Fingon climbed over him until, judging from the look, he sat quite comfortably astride of him. “As if you are up to something.”

Their position was quite compromising and far from innocent.

Fingon shook his head, sending the golden braids flying wildly around him. “Me? How dare you to accuse innocent, little me, of such a thing?”

This time, Maedhros did snort. “Because I know you, dearest Findekáno.”

Arms akimbo, Fingon gave him a pouting look.

“I genuinely doubt that.” He leaned forward, golden braids tumbling across Maedhros’s face, and their lips met for the briefest of moments.

Chaste.

Intense.

It set Maedhros’s entire body ablaze. Beneath Fingon, he shivered from the sensation, his body reacting in a way it absolutely should not.  

“See?” said Fingon, smiling and extremely satisfied with the reaction that the kiss had provoked. “You do not know everything about me.”

I should have never known.

Robbed of his breath, trembling from head to toe, Maedhros searched for words, but found none.

Fingon’s hand wandered from Maedhros’s side to his cheek, brushing against it lightly as he went on. “For example…”

From there, Fingon’s fingers dipped lower towards Maedhros’s lips, which he traced carefully but with unfazed steadiness.

“Finno…” Maedhros breathed.

All of a sudden, Fingon had become deadly serious. “Maitimo, just stop it. I am tired to see those ‘what ifs’ floating through your eyes whenever you are with me of late. Stop torturing yourself and damn it, stop denying your feelings for me.” A brief pause followed, in which Fingon rocked backward, much to Maedhros’s horror, “I clearly feel them … there.”

It would have been a lie had Maedhros said that he had not often imagined this scenario late at night, when his body shook like a leaf in the wind from his own touch, leaving him aching and needy for Fingon even after climax. It was always immediately followed by guilt. He shouldn’t be thinking about Fingon, his cousin, in such a disrespectful manner. In the end, the the guilt would mingle with excitement, and he was left confused.

“Love is a risk, Maitimo,” his mother had once told him, but surely she had not meant such – desire? “It always is, perhaps has to be? But then, if you never dare to take it, you’ll always lose.”

Hands now placed on each of Maedhros’s shoulders, Fingon went on. “There is nobody around, I promise. They are all occupied elsewhere, I’ve carefully investigated our brothers’ and sister’s plans for today.”

There was no point in denial; there was no point in denying Fingon anything, a fact his cousin loved to take advantage.

Almost tentatively, Maedhros raised his hands to Fingon’s waist, which immediately lit up Fingon’s eyes lit up. “Are you telling me that you planned this?”

Chewing his lower lip, Fingon replied, “I might have.”

For the first time, something akin to insecurity danced across Fingon’s face.

Maedhros shook his head but laughed. “You are the worst.”

The heat Maedhros already felt, despite the coolness of the air around them, seemed to burst and spread across his entire body as Fingon’s hand cupped his face with both hands. “Fine, fine. Better the worst than an idiotic fool.”

Maedhros dropped his gaze from Fingon’s eyes to his lips, partly open, but nevertheless smiling in such a sensual way that Maedhros’s breath hitched. In his head, Fingon’s silvery voice from his dreams echoed, saying a million things the same voice had said to him in many dreams and with every word, with every smile, Maedhros’s defenses fell.

Maedhros could hear his heart drumming against his chest and his blood rush through his veins in a frenzy; it was madness and it was a temptation. This was everything he had ever wanted, though he had been reluctant to admit it, even to himself.

Yet again, Fingon’s voice cut through Maedhros’s hazy mind and in comparison to his smile, all else seemed pale and hollow. “Alright, then. If you won’t make your thoughts shut up, surely you do not mind if I do?”

It was the sort of question Fingon asked that was more a brief warning before a reckless action followed.

Perhaps it was selfish not to reject Fingon, given that there still was time, and perhaps it was wrong and unjust. This and a hundred other thoughts raced through Maedhros’s mind, but he didn’t give in to them. They didn’t matter. He wanted Fingon, had perhaps always wanted him, in the same way that Fingon now wanted him. Maedhros looked down to where he still held Fingon’s body loosely, to where his cousin’s tunic raised just slightly, so that some skin was revealed.

Fingon’s eyelids fluttered. “Yes, please,” Fingon whispered as Maedhros’s hands slipped beneath Fingon’s tunic. He could feel Fingon’s warm breath ghost against his lips, brushing against them like the softest breeze of summer.

Maedhros allowed his hands to wander a little bit further as Fingon kissed him again, this time for real and with far more confident than before. Nevertheless, it began chastely, Fingon’s lips gently moving against his, soft and smooth as Fingon caressed Maedhros’s cheek. Trying to remember what he had seen on the few occasions couples openly kissed on Tirion’s streets, Maedhros closed eyes tightly and mimicked Fingon’s exquisite motions.

Even then, stupid as it was, Maedhros wondered where exactly Fingon had gained such knowledge, and as he thought of it, flares of jealousy sparked. But was nonsense, Maedhros knew. He would not allow such thoughts to ruin the most precious of moments.

Carefully Maedhros ran his hands up and down of the small of Fingon’s back, delighting in the goose-flesh that arose wherever his fingers went. Often had he touched Fingon’s skin before, but never had it felt so smooth and sensual against his own, never so hot to the touch. Fingon’s breath hitched in his throat, followed by a tiny whimper and at first Maedhros thought he had done something wrong, only to realize shortly after that Fingon, in fact, was quite vocal in his desire.

It was a sound, so chaste and yet, at the same time, so sensual that Maedhros knew it would haunt his nights from that day on.

Their foreheads pressed together as their lips parted, breath ragged and somehow it seemed as if Fingon was equally incapable of understanding what just had happened; that after years of mutual denial, their identical fantasies had come to life.

Fingon’s face lit up once more when their eyes met. ‘Perhaps he expected to see rejection,’ Maedhros thought, returning his cousin’s smile with strange confidence. ‘Or perhaps worse.’

“Was it as good as your fantasies?” Fingon asked, lips still wet.

Maedhros eyes went wide. “How would you know?”

Then Fingon laughed. “I was just guessing, but thank you for the confirmation.”

“Damn you.” Maedhros gave a breathless chuckle at Fingon’s cunning and reversed their position, taking Fingon by surprise. Now it was his body covering Fingon’s smaller one, which actually felt quite wonderful.

“Oh.” The gasp escaped Fingon. “Part of your fantasies, too?”

“Just shut up, will you?” This time, it was Maedhros who took the initiative and covered Fingon’s lips with his own, threading his hands through the golden braids.

In the hour of the mingling, they still lay on the mossy ground, arms and legs entangled as lips met lips, now swollen and rosy from desire too long held back.

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A huge thanks to @rose-of-the-bright-sea  who beta read this story for me