#eloise x rick || dalle tenebre all luce: the seal upon my heart

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vegas. both of our characters wake up married after a drunk night in vegas. (Mafia verse)

What happens in Vegas, leads to intoxicated matrimony.

A disco ball, confetti and an Elvis impersonator—what started out as an elegant night on the town after some business became something to celebrate. After multiple drinks and the insane music near intolerable, the two instead went out on the town, hand in hand. Blue and Birdie, inseparable since day one. It all started as business as usual, until she was spending the night more than coming home. His presence became more intoxicating than the indulgence they shared each night. Long talks, sultry kisses, tangled sheets. An easy existence to fall into behind closed doors, exclusive, for their eyes only. Business as usual again.

Spirits were high, as was the alcohol intake. The city was alive and they felt it too. The city of exuberance and pleasure—what could go wrong? Perhaps it started as a joke, though unsure who exactly started it. Something about Vegas being the eloping capital of the world—alongside its number of divorces. “So, what? Marry today, divorce tomorrow. Marrying you for a day beats…decades with anyone else.” A joke. The two were never quite good at just jokes. The next thing they know they’re hurrying to the chapel, practically making out in the lobby. A business suit and a cocktail dress, there was nothing more spectacular than this.

The vows were written for them, something printed off the internet but it felt like as real if they wrote it themselves. God, she could get lost in those eyes forever. The officiant barely got to the end of “By the power invested in me—“ until Rick had already dipped her over, sealing it all with a kiss. Marriage. No one back home would fucking believe it.

The couple burst through the doors in cheers, El on his back, his hands holding at her legs until they made it back to the car. “Can you believe it, Blue? We’re fucking married.” She murmurs against his lips, words dripping into soft moans, making sure the window between the driver’s side and the back were closed. Sharing another bottle of champagne to celebrate, they retract back his hotel room, crossing the boundary with Rick carrying her bridal style. For the first time that night, Rick makes love to his wife.

Sheets and clothes litter the floor, feathers strewn about. An absolute mess of things but nothing out of the ordinary for these two. The sun beams through the curtains as the circadian rhythm ends and somehow stirs herself awake. El stretches, eyes squinting as a raging war erupts from her head. Something fierce and nauseating. Fuck, how much did they drink?

“Mmm. Rick?” She mutters, reaching over until her fingertips reach his skin, as though molded by her hand. That’s when she sees it. A gold band wrapped around her ring finger and the most elegant gem she’s ever seen. It nearly frightens her, pulling back—as if she wasn’t looking at her hand. “Rick—Blue. Wake up.” El stirs her husband awake and when he finally turns his head with that familiar dreamy gaze she shows her hand and the ring. God, it was beautiful. “I don’t quite remember bonding ourselves to holy matrimony.” One night in Vegas and they fucking elope, when did they become a walking cliche.

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[ AFTER ] our muses initiating another round the morning after their first time (any)

Some smutty and intimate prompts from here @xgoldxnhour

Never sleep with the same person twice. It was a made up rule Rick created from himself to protect his heart from any further pain cause he was convinced he couldn’t take it. After taking over Shane’s business, the only women he let ever touch him were the escorts that accompanied him to events, but the public opinion about him should have always been that his heart was closed and there would never be a real relationship for him again. That no one really was close to him so no one could be used as his weakness. Until he met Eloise.

They tried for so long to escape their chemistry. Avoided each others eyes on events and ran from deeper conversations cause they must have been both aware of their position and how it was impossible to drag the other into it. And here they were. Laying in his bed which was always considered taboo for anyone he got intimate with, but obviously not for her. In fact Rick stopped caring the moment their lips met and it seemed natural to guide her here, to have her laying in his arms the whole night until the warmth of her body must have waken him. He never let anyone stay but with Eloise he didn’t even ask and he simply realized it in this moment that this was different. This was dangerous, for both of them.

Why couldn’t he stop looking at her then? Why was he unable to move away? Instead he rolled over to stare at her. Watched her sleeping until he couldn’t hold back to touch her face again. She was so damn beautiful and for some reason he didn’t want this to end already. When she opened her eyes he just gestured at her to turn around, not able to stand her gaze or the shame of his weakness that came with it, hoping it would save him from what his hands were craving to touch. His arms wrapped around her from behind, thinking he would just hold her until morning before they would part again, but instead of falling asleep his hands kept stroking along her naked skin and couldn’t help to wander between her thighs again.

“I don’t sleep with women twice.” he had told her last night to make sure she would understand that this couldn’t get any further. She seemed to accept it, at least that’s what he thought when she told him she knew, but maybe she was just sooner aware of the fact that this was different even before he brought her here and broke his first rule that night.

It was the way she melted into his touch. The way her body withered when his fingertips traveled down to her core that made him whimper into her ear. He hated that he wanted her so much in this moment. That he wanted her over and over again that alone the thought of someone else having her crushed him. Rick despised the truth of this and how he felt when she gave into it instead of stopping him. Shouldn’t one of them be the reasonable one here? It doesn’t count he told himself since it still was in the middle of the night and the sun didn’t rise yet. It’s still the same day, still the same night. It would just count as another round and nothing more, wouldn’t it?

God he wished it was true but when she mentioned his rules in a whisper, Rick got scared by his own blunt reaction. “Fuck the rules. Just this one time.” There it went his perfect construct of rules to protect himself. It flew out of the window in the second he grabbed her face to kiss her so roughly while entering her. It was gone like the wind just like his resolutions. Fading into the slowly upcoming sunlight just like her moans when he fucked her so slowly, so deeply that it should have been clear he had lost his fight with her. Eloise could bring him down from that moment on, but Rick decided that he would rather go down with her than ever let her go again. He just didn’t know it yet.

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Rüya&Levent 

The Protector so2 ep7

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one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task  (  paperwork,  reading,  watching a movie etc.  ). (Any)

MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥 from here

While sitting on his desk working on the papers for the new alliance, Eloise had come in to join him, at first just to give him company. Soon company wasn’t all she was satisfied with and started sliding her hands along his shoulders from behind, trying to seduce Rick who just gave her some slight kisses on her neck in return but not losing his focus until she had enough. She clearly came here with a goal and he couldn’t deny that she caught his full attention as she blocked his sight by resting herself against the desk. “I want you. Now.” she said and just earned a soft decline for her offer, knowing that his guests would arrive soon. But this woman wasn’t good in taking a no. She knew pretty well that the new group coming over today would bring some girls cause they more than once offered Rick a company at night before he met Eloise. In the past it had been part of a deal, while now it didn’t even matter to him anymore. For El in return it apparently did matter. She wanted to make a point and started fiddling with Ricks pants what made him look at her in confusion.

“El, you can’t just…”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do.” she just murmured back and freed his still soft cock to work on it with her skilled hands.

“Baby, I… John will come here soon, I can’t…” But before he could finish his sentence she already hushed him down and whispered naughty promises in his ear.

“I’m so wet right now baby. Just let me sit on you, please.”

“Goldie…” her name was merely a whisper as she pulled up the skirt from her dress and sank her spread legs on top of him, his hand immediately digging into her thigh as he felt her warm walls tightening around his cock.

“For fucks sake…what are you doing to me?” he weakly mumbled and arched his head back as her core slowly widened around his manhood.

“Just… let me sit here…” she whispered again, her skirt falling back over their laps to cover their doing behind his big desk. With one arm wrapped around his neck, she slipped her hand over his papers and kissed his temple, while her hips kept slowly moving on top of him. “Can you still focus like that? Or am I distracting you?”

The question was unnecessary, but still Rick couldn’t hide that the pleasure inside of his body was making his hands lightly tremble at first. To calm himself he had to grab a cigarette, keeping her on top of him and settling in the new position.

Soon after she sat down his guests arrived, not giving a shit about how El clung to his neck. The only ones seeming slightly off were the girls who watched El with jealous glares while Rick couldn’t even remember their faces. Did he fuck with one of them? All of them? He didn’t know and he also didn’t care cause everything he needed was right here on his lap. As John handed him his contract, Rick had to smirk and gestured with his head to his table. “Just throw it. I can’t… I don’t wanna move.” In fact he couldn’t unless he wanted to reveal what they were doing, even if he suspected at least a few of them knowing already.

The signature was given soon and as they asked Rick if he wanted to keep more of the girls he just scoffed and looked up at Els face, stroking with his hand along her cheek. “I have everything I need, thank you.” With these words he sank on Els lips while his hand blindly waved to send them off which made Daryl step in to lead them out. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ricks hands grabbed Els waist to make her sit on him properly so she could finish what she started. It was a fast fuck cause the arousal had been so high already that it didn’t take much for any of them to reach their high. It was beautiful how she rode him in his office, how she looked down at him even if he controlled the rhythm now. It didn’t matter they were louder than usual cause this was his home and El? She was his chosen lady.

With his face buried into her collar to moan against her skin, she rode off her own orgasm combined with his and soon her head was falling to his shoulder so he could hold her in his arms for a while until they calmed their breathing again. She really kept what she promised and Rick knew in this moment that there would never ever be a woman like her again. Taking what she needed. Leading him to places he had never been before. He loved her for many things, but most and for all it was her determination that impressed him and left an unforgettable feeling of adoration for her that would never fade again.

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Ship Tag dump

//just leaving this here to have an overview over my tags cause they always disappear. If you have ideas for tags for our muses or want a ship tag, let me know ❤️

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“New Years Kiss” (police or mafia)

Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve from here

“You came.” Rick said as El suddenly stepped through his living room to reach the back of his garden where he watched his girls celebrating in the pool while the security stood nearby. His hands were still in the pockets of his pants, this time without his gloves since he didn’t expect to touch anyone, the suit he was wearing a classic black with a black tie on a white shirt. El was looking gorgeous as ever but he couldn’t deny that this golden dress she was wearing was probably the most gorgeous piece of fabric he had ever seen on her.

“Of course I did.” she replied and stepped through the open glass door to take his now offered hand.

“And just in time.” Rick added in a whisper while kissing her cheeks to welcome her. It was nearly midnight and the last years he had spent always the same way: standing here at his pool watching the only people he allowed to be around having the fun he couldn’t have, not alone but never with a real company. Since whatever El and him had was a rumor but nothing certain to the girls who lived here, he didn’t expect her to change her mind and really come, since she didn’t seem really impressed as he last time explained to her what he would do New Years. For her it must have been awkward to hear that the man who was famous to be a womanizer and never alone was the loneliest boy alive on this day even while being surrounded by people. He didn’t even have to put it like that for her to say “that sounds sad” and that let him think she would probably be rather anywhere else than here, but here she was.

Even the girls in the pool now turnt their faces to watch them. Some with giggles and smiles while others probably threw daggers in their mind for seeing their savior like that, but Rick didn’t care. He had warned Eloise about them being here, that this was the only day in the year where they were allowed to use the pool while he was there - cause he secretly sought for company. And still she had decided to come and hold onto his hand even as he handed her a glass of champagne.

With a quiet smile they clinked their glasses and Rick looked up to wait for the firework, but as soon as the first lights appeared and caught Els attention, he couldn’t help but look at her since it was so damn beautiful how the fireworks reflected in her eyes. “Happy new year.” he muttered, stunned by her whole appearance while she just happily replied “Happy new year Rick” and sent him a short glare, but before she could look back at the colorful sky above them, Rick cupped her cheeks with both of his hands and closed his lips on hers.

For him it was more than the thousandth kiss, it was a statement right in front of everyone even the ones who followed him since years already and knew he had never done this before. New Years was reserved for his chosen family, not for him. And now in this moment it felt like he could be finally selfish cause El was worth it. Clinging to the glass of champagne she placed her free hand flatly against his chest during the kiss and just let herself sink into this moment of pure affection. This wasn’t a game anymore, even she should know it now and Rick knew it in the moment he pulled away and looked at her like the little school boy he used to be once. Yeah, this was real. And sometimes he wondered if he was really ready to quit calling this a game indeed when it always threatened to burst his heart. He had to be, right? For her he had to be.

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“dance with me?” (Mafia)

Sacred romantic moments from here

“I’ll always dance with you. For the rest of our pitiful lives.” They both had to chuckle about his choice of words but as soon as he took her hands and pulled her close in his arms, everything around them silenced, just the slow jazz in the back playing while their bodies started to slowly dance on Ricks little stage. Usually he always played piano for her here or they sat on the edge talking about their days or watching his girls, but this time it was different. This time she was asking for the dance which was, to be fair, pretty uncommon for a woman in their business or in this position, but that didn’t change that he loved her even more for it.

Even the stares of his girls sitting on the couches and at the bar didn’t seem to bother her and maybe all of this was just her way of showing them who Rick really belonged to when they couldn’t say it openly. The girls knew they couldn’t ask him for a dance, not a slow dance like this when he was sober and hold his partner close like this. They also knew that El and him were partners and probably more since they weren’t actually very silent in their nights together, but an intimate gesture like this would make them understand, would make them see and the proud smile on Els face that made her bury her head in his neck made it obvious he was definitely right here.

She wanted to show him off. She wanted to make a point and even if this was something he would have never allowed in the past, in this moment it felt right. Destiny. Faith. However you might call it. These two were made for each other and since Rick was home here and considered all of the people around as family, he maybe didn’t have to hide anymore. Not here. Not with her.

“You’re pretty brave, Miss le Roux. Making amends like this in my home. In front of them. I must admit you impress me more and more.”

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maybe one day

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[traces fingers over scars, sitting in the firelight, watching the flames jump and bend to the music of the wind] (mafia)

Soft sentence starters from here

Rick didn’t dare to speak. He never did when she looked at him that way and spoiled him with these soft gestures that threatened to melt his heart once and for all. Every word could be too much, too wrong, too misunderstood and he wouldn’t dare risking to ruin what they had built.

Eloise wasn’t the first woman looking at him with loving eyes, he knew that much. But she was the only one he adored to see it from. Whenever it was one of his girls or one of the escorts these kinda looks were a red flag, a signal for him to leave or make them go cause he couldn’t return it. But Els looks? Yeah, they still hurt like fucking knives cutting into his skin cause he felt too fragile, too weak to deserve it, but this pain was bittersweet caused by her, like every of the little pains they shared in the sheets. These pains were sweet, he even craved for them whenever she was gone and he knew that if he would cry for her, then it wouldn’t even feel wrong anymore.

The feeling of unworthiness of being with her still didn’t leave and with every time she caressed his scars he wondered if she was just pitying him. If he was still as beautiful and strong to her when he was exposed like this compared to the heated moments in the dark. Now he felt more naked than during sex even if a blanket was covering their hips, cause her focus was just on these scars shining even more like a warning sign under the fire. Rick usually despised these kinda moments for what they exposed and also for how they made him feel, cause control was the last thing he had right now when he usually needed it so much. And El? She wouldn’t back off. She was just smiling at him unshakably, as if nothing could destroy the picture of him she painted in her mind. God how much he loved her for this, for making him still feel like a king when he once felt like a fool.

Before he could even react to her gesture, he noticed how little goosebumps built on her arms cause the light of the fire left nothing unseen, even if he couldn’t feel it through his gloves. He wondered if she would be as careful with his hands, but he probably knew the answer already even if he never dared to ask. It must have been the wind coming through the open doors of the balcony which made her freeze since they danced out there before, so without a word he wrapped the fluffy fur blanket above their heads to hide her in a self made cave before pulling her closer on his chest. “You’re freezing princess. Let me warm you.” And just like that he didn’t only escape the wind, but saved himself the embarrassment of exposure since he still had to get used to be treated this gently. Now it was time to take care of her again, the role he always felt safest and most confident in and her following giggle revealed that she probably didn’t mind. Not at all, even if her hands always found their way back to his scars and probably healed them with every touch until the last one faded, even in the light of a fire.

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❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜ (mafia)

Subtle smut sentences from here

As every night after a mission his first way led Rick to the back exit of his common quarters for the girls. Of course he could take the main entrance, but somehow he never did cause his first priority was always checking on the ones he gave shelter to and since a few weeks there was another reason why he chose the secret entrance: the hope to see Birdie sitting there. She had been taking care of his girls for a while and due to their private relationship intensifying more and more, it wasn’t unusual for her to be the first one at his home, waiting for him like the loyal girl she was. It was absolutely beautiful to have this comfort of someone waiting, someone expecting him with a smile. Even if his girls used to do the same, it wasn’t with the same feeling when he looked at them compared to his golden girl. She was stunning, astonishing and just irresistible no matter how exhausted he was from the day. And the same went for tonight.

As soon as he walked through the door and inhaled the common smell of the mahogany candles lit in the room, his eyes wandered along all of them and stopped at the beautiful face of El, who sat on his stage with her long legs crossed and her delicate hands holding onto the edge. Like in a trance he walked towards her, not realizing that the girls were taking off his jacket and weapon belt and the briefcase filled with money. He couldn’t care less anyways cause all that mattered in this moment was reuniting with her. Smelling her hair and feeling her skin as if it was the last time.

Rick mumbled soft thank you’s to the girls who stopped following him shortly before he reached her and he didn’t even realize that every last one of them had their eyes on the secret couple, that obviously wasn’t as much in the dark as he wanted to believe. Some of the looks were probably filled with jealousy but others looked at them in admiration cause it was impossible to overlook the way they smiled around each other. His usual rough gestures turnt into something soft, nearly fragile as his gloved hands closed around her face to get lost in her beauty. For a while he just hold her like this, her eyes closing as their foreheads pressed against each other to inhale the others scent.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” she suddenly whispered and broke the silence between them which caused a gentle smile on his lips.

“And you were everything I looked forward to come home to. I’m glad you’re here.” Rick replied with a kiss to her forehead and felt both of her hands raising to close around his wrists.

“Are you hurt?” Birdie asked with that big eyes that could have been from a deer in the spotlight, but he just shook his head before taking both of her hands to make her jump from the stage.

“But I’ll let you check if I’m saying the truth.” he promised with a devious grin before turning to his men to gesture at his stuff the girls placed on the big armchair. “Bring my stuff to my quarters. I’m exhausted and go to bed. Say goodnight to Birdie, girls. She has some business to attend to.”

“Business?” Eloise repeated quietly with a chuckle and let the girls wave them goodbye, more or less politely.

Without further words Rick led her to his quarters, but her head rested on his shoulder as they walked and chuckled like stupid teenagers probably would while her hands hold onto him as tight as they could.

The door to his bedroom opened and immediately closed behind them since he shut it with a kick back to pull her into his arms, their lips colliding into a hard but desperate kiss that got only interrupted by short moans of desire. “Undress me. Check if I said the truth.” he whimpered as he took her hands and leaned the back of his head against the door.

“What if you lied to me?” she asked with a cheeky grin and only made him nuzzle against her nose in return.

“Then I’ll let you be on top.” And this answer was enough for her to go on, impatiently checking his skin for any marks with longing kisses along every inch of him.

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✩ (any!)

Send ‘✩’ for the following from here

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

El, Rick tries to never raise his voice towards a woman especially after Lori


Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

El only threatens to end their secret relationship in twd sometimes cause she can’t stand the secrecy


Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Rick would walk away a few times in twd, assassin and mafia verse but only because he can’t control his emotions and is too scared to raise his voice so he rather leaves but comes back


Who trashes the house?

Rick


Do either of them get physical?

No besides desperately throwing hands against Ricks chest


How often do they argue/disagree?

Rarely


Who is the first to apologise?

Rick

Sex:

Who is on top?

They switch (if rick allows)


Who is on the bottom?

They switch


Who has the strangest desires?

Nothing besides strange craving through her pregnancy and Ricks milkshakes randomly at night


Any kinks?

The other is their kink


Who’s dominant in bed?

Rick mostly


Is head ever in the equation?

Yes


If so, who is better at performing it?

Rick because he barely allows El to go on her knees for him so he has more practice


Ever had sex in public?

Yes


Who moans the most?

El because Rick loves it


Who leaves the most marks?

Rick


Who screams the loudest?

El


Who is the more experienced of the two?

Rick


Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Both


Rough or soft?

Both


How long do they usually last?

Rick can come easily a few times unless their first round was very long. But all in all they can both last for hours or just let out the steam within minutes


Is protection used?

Barely


Does it ever get boring?

No


Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? 

Bathrooms on parties and everything in nature in twd verse or in his common rooms in mafia or in college like libraries or church or school in police verse

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

Yes


If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

Differs from verse to verse. Sometimes they have 2, sometimes up to 5 or even more they LOVE kids


Who is the favorite parent?

Depends on the child


Who is the authoritative parent?

Rick (but he struggles being that with the girls)


Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

Rick


Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?

Rick because he can eat it himself then


Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

Both


Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

Both


Who changes the diapers?

Both


Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

Both


Who spends the most time with the children?

El


Who packs their lunch boxes?

El


Who gives their children ‘the talk’?

Both but Rick struggles doing it with the girls


Who cleans up after the kids?

El and in police verse rick


Who worries the most?

Rick


Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Rick

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?

Both


Who is the little spoon?

El


Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Rick


Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?  

Rick


How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Too long


Who gives the most kisses?

Rick


What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Just sharing nice food and cuddle or spending time with the kids


Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

Couch and bed and in twd verse in nature


Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? 

El


How often do they get time to themselves?

They don’t want time for themselves

Sleeping:

Who snores?

None unless they are sick


If both do, who snores the loudest?

El


Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

Share


If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

They always cuddle even if they didn’t plan it


Who talks in their sleep?

El and rick in half sleep (he spills all the truths he holds back usually)


What do they wear to bed?

El just a shirt of him and he boxers and shirt


Are either of your muses insomniacs?

Mostly rick but in twd and assassin verse both of them struggle


Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

In assassin and mafia verse yes


Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

One big wrap


Who wakes up with bed hair?

Both but rick loves her messy hair


Who wakes up first?

In police and twd verse him other verses her


Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Rick


What is their favourite sleeping position?

Her in his arms either from behind or against his chest


Who hogs the sheets?

El


Do they set an alarm each night?

No


Can a television be found in their bedroom?

In assassin and mafia verse yes


Who has nightmares?

Both


Who has ridiculous dreams?

Rick sometimes in farm or police verse


Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? 

El


Who makes the bed? 

El


What time is bed time? 

Late at night besides in police verse


Any routines/rituals before bed?

Cuddling, talking, sex, in assassin verse he reads to her


Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? 

Rick

Work:

Who is the busiest?

Rick


Who rakes in the highest income?

Rick


Are any of your muses unemployed?

Later in assassin verse both are cause they have enough money and besides that el stops working when they get children and in twd verse there’s no real job


Who takes the most sick days?

None of them


Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Rick because el holds him back for another round


Who sucks up to their boss?

None


What are their jobs?

Depends on verse


Who stresses the most?

Rick


Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

In assassin verse he hates his job besides that no they love their jobs


Are your muses financially stable? 

Yes (maybe in farm verse she struggles?)

Home:

Who does the washing?

Both


Who takes out the trash?

Rick


Who does the ironing?

El


Who does the cooking?

El


Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Rick


Who is messier? 

Rick


Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Their kids


Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Rick


Who forgets to flush the toilet?

None


Who is the prankster around the house?

Rick


Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Rick


Who mows the lawn?

Rick


Who answers the telephone?

El (rick hates telephones and he has enough calls on work)


Who does the vacuuming?

El


Who does the groceries?

Both


Who takes the longest to shower?

They take long when they share the shower


Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

El

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?

No


How many cars do they own?

Mostly 2 and often these are pick up trucks for Rick or a motorcycle in assassin verse and El probably has a van or just a big car for the children


Do they own their home or do they rent?

Depends on verse but mostly they own a home


Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

Countryside


Do they live in the city or in the country? 

Depends on verse but mostly country


Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Rick hates the city in assassin verse but usually they like where they are as long as its together


What’s their song?

Just a little lovin’ - Shelby Lynne (and so many more depending on verse)


What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Miss each other, text, call and rick sometimes writes about her or letters to her


Where did they first meet?

Depends on verse, police - neighborhood, twd - terminus, mafia - in his mansion, assassin - in the streets, farm - her shop


How did they first meet?

Depends on verse, police - in the neighborhood to play, twd - he saves her from terminus, mafia - she comes to take care of his girls, assassin - he kills her ex, farm - he gets something at her shop


Who spends the most money when out shopping?

El besides it’s mafia verse, he shops a lot there (antiques and watches and jewelry) and in assassin verse he spends a lot on fashion too


Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Rick but only in mafia verse


Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Both


Any mental issues?

PTSD for both of them in some verses and rick is very sensitive to sounds, smells and people in assassin verse


Who’s terrified of bugs?

No one but rick thinks they are disgusting


Who kills the spiders around the house?

Both but more rick


Their favourite place?

In each other’s arms


Who pays the bills?

Rick but in mafia verse and assassin verse she takes care of the paper work


Do they have any fears for their future?

To lose each other yes or that one could hurt the other


Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

El would cook a dinner but Rick would always invite her for fancy dinners so she doesn’t have to cook


Who uses up all of the hot water? 

El when she takes a bath but rick doesn’t mind and just joins her


Who’s the tallest?

Rick


Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

El in police verse in other verses it’s more him


Who wanders around in their underwear?

El


Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Rick


What do they tease each other about?

About so much. The bed hair, the mess rick makes, how grumpy he is in the morning, how much he spends on clothing in some verses…


Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

There’s no cringe they adore the others style I just imagine El sometimes laughs about Ricks style in farm verse cause at the beginning he still wears the nice big city guy clothes which are definitely not appropriate for farming so she has to help him with it


Do they have mutual friends?

They don’t have many friends but they share them


Who crushed first? 

Depends on verse, mostly el but in mafia and police verse definitely him


Any alcohol or substance related problems?

In assassin or mafia verse it could happen for him but other than that not really


Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

Rick coming from a meeting in the underground in mafia verse or from a job in assassin verse


Who swears the most?

Rick

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“ i've never loved anyone the way i love you. “

Reassurance starters from here

“Is that so?” Rick replied with his tips still dancing along her pretty face laying next to him, only the soft lights in the back reflecting on her perfect features. God she looked like a painting. Like true art that had become real and now laid in front of him. Sometimes he wondered if he lost his mind, if she was a hallucination when she smiled at him in this irresistible way. Many women tried to win his heart, tried to make him lose his mind for them but Eloise was the only one who just needed to smile and made him doubt his sanity. Damn he was lost in her and no matter how much he wanted to tell her she was silly, that she lost her mind to fall for him, the one who was called heartless and cold, he couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, fantasize about her being his wife in a life that couldn’t be his own. Or could it?

He should be able to make it happen, should be able to make it real for them the little dream of starting new somewhere where no one knew them. He could, but he just didn’t know if he was ready.

But right now in this moment she made him weak, made him sink his head back to the pillow to chuckle. God she made him so soft. He adored her.

“You’re crazy, you know that right?” he said with the sweetest smile looking up to her while his fingers twirled around a strain of her hair because he just couldn’t let go. “You silly woman. Fuck, you’ll be the Death of me.” And still it would be probably the sweetest death of all if he could just keep looking at her like this. Like in this moment.

“Fuck, Just for saying that I’d want to fuck you again. But I know that you either had very bad comparisons which would be my luck, or you’re just… the most lunatic person I ever met. But… whatever it is: I take it. I take everything that comes out of your pretty mouth, Miss Le Roux.” And with those words he tightened the grip of her hair to pull her down just to kiss her passionately while reaching over to his nightstand blindly. Usually it would distract him when she rolled on top of him, when her naked and perfect body sank on him but this time he needed more than just kisses to give her something in return when his words wouldn’t work and therefore he pressed something cold against her chest, right above her heart until she pulled away to look down to his palm on her. “What…?”

“You know I can’t… I can’t say it as beautiful as you. But… this… this tells you what words can’t say.” Slowly he opened his palm and her eyes spotted the big heart shaped sapphire on a necklace that he got from his last alliance. “My heart. Wear it. For me.”

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“Do you want to feel the baby kick?”

Pregnancy starters from here

Careful, nearly frightened he nodded before he dared to crawl closer, his hand reaching out for her bump while he swallowed hard which felt like razor blades sinking into his throat.

“It’s okay, Rick. Trust me.” El said in her most beautiful voice, a voice he missed during the days she spent in this one room because he told her to, eaten by fear.

To help him she grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly waiting for the next move while Ricks blue eyes still focused on her skin, not daring to look in her eyes which could be full of disbelief about his helplessness. She knew by now he lost Lori to childbirth, but still she thought he must’ve gone through all of this before and should feel more comfortable than her, but somehow everything seemed more scary than comforting to him and therefore she needed to stay calm, as she always did even during that mess. She knew him strong, but with her he was allowed to be weak sometimes.

“Ah, I felt it!” Rick suddenly called out, his eyes widened and staring at her in full surprise while El kept holding onto his hand to keep him on her stomach a while longer.

“See? That’s a strong girl. Must come from the father, don’t you think? You’re doing good, just keep your hand there. Let her feel your warmth, that you’re there. She needs that.” And El probably needed it the same way but Rick was still stunned under the amazement of feeling this, of feeling life under the skin of the person he loved the most while being scared to death at the same time to lose her cause of exactly this life he was feeling here. How should he process that? The fear, the pride, the guilt, the sadness… all came at the same moment as he rested his head gently against her belly and closed his eyes to squint away the tears that wanted to come. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose any of them. Not ever again or next time he would die with them, he knew it.

“I… I can feel her.” he mumbled and buried his face more against her as she felt the tears running between their skins. Still she didn’t say anything, instead she just hold onto his hand harder, keeping it closer on her stomach so he wouldn’t dare to pull away.

“Keep feeling it. Us. We will always be yours Rick. We won’t leave you. I promise you. And now… tell Kiara how excited you are to meet her, will you?”

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