#sir x gabi

[nat111love]

Now, answer the damn question.

[90363462]

FOUND ↳ Season 2 ↳Episode One | Missing while Perfect

[godiva-duchess]

Now let’s be fr. I watched the 8th episode of Found and FINALLY saw a glimpse of the promise. This show has a delicious premise but it has not tried to capitalize on it at all. Y’all do not tune into this show for the missing person of the week. You come for the dynamic between Sir and Gabi. That’s the draw and this is the first time since it started that I got chills and felt like we were getting somewhere.

Now… the writing…🤦🏿‍♀️ I’m pretty good at following a story. Even though I feel like there’s a sexual undertone in Sir’s interest in Gabi, I’ve been leaning more toward “father figure” just to be pc, but what was that “tell me you love me” scene? Even though I know what I know, I follow y’all lead. What was that?

[xothemedia]

Found 1x8 | “Missing While Homeless”

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 5: Frost Bite

Day 5: Frost Bite

The cold wind howled outside, a relentless symphony of nature’s fury, rattling the old wooden windows of their isolated cabin, nestled deep within the snowy embrace of the woods. The snow had fallen steadily for hours, transforming the world outside into a picturesque yet desolate landscape, blanketing everything beneath a thick, unyielding layer of pure white. The biting air seeped in through the cracks, sharp and unforgiving, as Gabi stood near the hearth. Even the crackling fire, which danced vigorously, filled with bright orange and yellow flames, seemed to provide only an illusion of warmth—a comforting glow that did little to chase away the chill now settled deeply in her bones.

Gabi stood before the fire, cocooned in a thick, woolen blanket that wrapped around her like a protective layer against the harsh elements. She stared down into the flickering flames, their movements mesmerizing, as they danced and flickered with a life of their own. Though the heat radiated from the hearth, it did little to warm the chill that gnawed at her insides, a cold that felt far more profound than the outside temperature. No, her mind was elsewhere, adrift in a sea of silent contemplation that had been stirring quietly since she and Sir arrived at this cabin for their so-called "retreat." It was not just the solitude of the woods that had her heart racing; it was the tension that crackled in the air between them—a tension that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

“Gabrielle,” came Sir’s voice from behind her, low and commanding. The sound sent a shiver down her spine—not from the cold that surrounded her, but from something deeper, something sweetly dangerous that had been simmering between them for quite some time. She felt she knew what he wanted, and though part of her was afraid, another part—one she stubbornly chose not to acknowledge—was irresistibly drawn to it. Sir had always maintained an air of strictness, his presence both daunting and enthralling.

Beneath the authoritative demeanor lay a core of care that managed to both comfort and confuse her, creating a whirlwind of emotions that left her off-balance. It was a delicate dance of power and tenderness, and she found herself at a crossroads, unsure if she was ready to surrender and relinquish the control she so fiercely clung to.

With her heart pounding, Gabi turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, an involuntary response to the warmth of the fire, contrasting sharply with the icy winds howling outside. She locked eyes with Sir, his gaze piercing and intense, as if searching for something hidden beneath the mask she frequently wore. At that moment, Gabi understood that there would be no hiding from him; he would demand the truth, and when Sir demanded, he did not relent until he had extracted every bit of it from her.

“I’m cold,” Gabi whispered, the words slipping from her lips almost as a plea. But her declaration—simple in essence—encompassed so much more than just the physical sensation of chill.

Sir took a step closer, never breaking eye contact, his posture rigid and authoritative. “You are cold,” he agreed, his voice a silky thread of a threat that tightened around her like a ribbon. “And that is precisely why you will learn your place. There is no warmth here unless I decide you are worthy of it.”

Gabi felt a lump grow in her throat as her heart raced, echoing the mounting tension in the space between them. She sensed the walls of her composure closing in, the air thick with anticipation. The effect Sir had on her was palpable; he made her feel small and utterly vulnerable, as though he could read her very soul. Yet despite the unveiled fragility, there remained a deep, underlying desire—a yearning for him to really see her and to break the chains of the emptiness that shackled her heart.

“Please…” she murmured, the word escaping her lips before she had the chance to reconsider its weight.

Sir’s gaze darkened at her plea, his hand reaching out to graze her chin, his fingers tilting her face upward to meet his intense eyes. “Please, what, Gabrielle?” he asked, his tone deceptively soft, almost velvety. His grip tightened, not enough to inflict pain, but just enough to set her heart racing in a mixture of fear and longing.

The intensity of the moment felt unbearable. Gabi leaned into his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. “Please… warm me up,” she breathed, desperation dripping from her voice thick with longing. “Make me feel something.”

Sir’s lips curled into a smile that possessed no trace of kindness, rather a sinister hint of menace. “You don’t get warmth, Gabrielle. Not unless you earn it.”

The air between them was electric, crackling with undeniable tension as Sir stepped back, taking in her form with an assessing gaze, scanning her as if she were a delicate porcelain doll, easily shatterable. Yes, she was cold in every sense of the word—her body, but more importantly, her soul itself quivered under his scrutinous gaze, waiting for his judgment and what would come next.

Without uttering another word, Sir turned towards the fireplace, methodically stoking the flames, adding more wood to feed the fire that roared back to life. The heat surged once again, slowly spreading through the cabin, creating an agonizing contrast with the penetrating coldness that seemed to have taken root inside her.

“Take off your blanket,” Sir commanded firmly, his back still turned toward her as he tended to the flames.

Gabi hesitated, torn between comfort and the weight of his authority looming over her like a storm cloud. The fire was warming, a bastion against the cold, but so too was Sir’s command. She felt the heavy weight of expectation pressing down on her shoulders, demanding her compliance. With a resigned sigh, she finally obeyed, sliding the thick blanket from her shoulders, allowing it to fall unceremoniously to the floor in a heap at her feet.

As the chilling air caressed her exposed skin, a delightful shiver raced through her—vulnerable and laid bare, yet she dared not utter a sound. She stood there, completely exposed, awaiting Sir’s appraisal. Her chest tightened in anticipation, and her hands curled slightly, fighting to maintain some semblance of control in a world where everything seemed to spin beyond her grasp.

Sir turned to face her, his eyes narrowing as he studied her intently, a careful, calculating gaze that dissected her every nuance. “Good girl. Now, get on your knees.”

Gabi’s breath hitched, an involuntary reaction as she dropped to her knees on the hard wooden floor, feeling the unforgiving surface against her skin. Though the fire burned brightly, the coldness inside her seemed insurmountable —an encompassing chill that no external warmth could remedy. She was utterly exposed, stripped of all defenses, laid bare for Sir to see, and it was precisely what he desired.

“Beg,” Sir commanded, his tone shifting to one that was cold and distant, as if he were awaiting a performance—an exhibition to prove her worthiness of the warmth he so generously controlled.

The command sliced through the air, sharp and unforgiving. Gabi’s heart thundered within her chest as she knelt before him, trembling—not from fear of the cold floor beneath her, but from the weight of his expectation bearing down like a heavy fog.

“Please, Sir…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling words that quaked on her lips. “Please warm me up. I need you.”

For the briefest moment, Sir’s expression softened, a flicker of something almost affectionate shimmering in his eyes. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by the familiar determination, steely and resolute. He stepped closer, cupping her face in his warm yet commanding hand, lifting her chin to meet his unwavering gaze once more .

“You’ve earned it,” he said quietly. “But remember, Gabrielle, there is only warmth when I give it.”

And with that, he leaned in and kissed her, slow and deliberate, filling her with the heat she so desperately craved, but also reminding her—she was his, always.

Notes:

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this story, feel free to leave a comment or share your thoughts. I’m always open to taking requests for any ship or prompt, so don’t hesitate to reach out with your ideas. I love creating more dark, twisted, and romantic tales for you all!

Day 5: Frost Bite - AL__17 - Found (TV 2023) [Archive of Our Own]

[jess-bradford]

i love this for her. make him suffer!

[yearof776]

Really great interview where Mark Paul gives Sir's POV, how he plays the character, and how Sir views Gabi.

[shadowcatgirl09]

Last week must have been wild for me cuz I completely forgot to watch Found. Anyway I just watched the episode; all I can say is what the f***?? I can't describe what I just experienced here. It definitely feels like Sir does not see Gabi like his daughter anymore. They truly have this really really confusing behind chemistry going on.

You can't have lines like we belong together we're partners tell me you love me and still be like oh this is not sexual in the slightest. It sure as hell ain't platonic or familial either. But I can't even get mad because they were the whole reason I got into the show in the first place. It's just leaving me with a headache because of all the confusion. I wasn't expecting him to hate Lacey though.

Also are they trying to start something between Zeke and Lacey? I honestly wouldn't care either way but man it is going to be awkward in their office if any of them become involved. Though I do like that Lacey and Dhan both see Zeke's place as a safe space.

I didn't see the promo but apparently Lacey is going to confront Gabi and I need to see how this plays out. It's been a long time coming.

[cyarsk5230]

FOUND ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode Nine | Missing while Scamming

[importantbluebirdpoetry]

ago

Now, answer the damn question.

[weirdworldproblems]

He was literally left not knowing if she was alright. What did u expect him to do. That MF is crazy in the best way and I love it.

[nat111love]

FOUND ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode Four | Missing while a pawn

[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

Are you watching Found? The dark romance girlies on social media are eating but I’m not really in that camp because the entire premise gives me the ick lol. But Shanola Hampton is beautiful and I’m gay so I continue to watch.

I am and have finished ALL of it. I get why the dark romance fans are into it. I will say that's its interesting to see a Black woman as the center of the of the show and the object of desire. There are moments when I don't get the hyper refined feeling I want from Sir/Mark, but overall the show is so good and Shanola does a great job!

I hope we really see more range from both of them. The mask she wears to work to hide not only the pain of her past but also her secret and, of course, more uptight rigid hyper elite yet puritanical feels from Mark!

I might rewatch it was so much fun!

[godiva-duchess]

At this point, I believe Gabi is an unreliable narrator. She lived the horror but because she was in it, she’s not a reliable source of what happened. Sir, is… he seems like all the things she says he is, but there’s so much that goes unsaid. And because this man spend months conditioning her, she can’t even decipher his lies from the truth. I don’t know what to make of it.

[odysseylenoirwrites]

NBC Sir Fic

I write dark romance but NOT really dark, but the Sir character from Found is really intriguing.

So, would anyone be interested in reading a Sir x black reader fic?

The plot will not include being kidnapped as a teen girl.. that's too much for me.

[elleisabish]

REVIEW OF Found !!

She's so funny and does a good, in depth recap of each episode.