#the old married couple bickering makes my heart happy

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Double the Love | Part Four

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.1k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings, Johnny and Ghost bicker like an old married couple

An argument and a conversation

After the game ends, Gaz and John don't immediately leave.

Instead, we start watching a comedy action series about an American SWAT team. Listening to them laugh and point out all of the inaccuracies brings a smile to my face and it stays there until my cheeks ache.

By the end of the third episode, darkness is settling outside the windows. Gaz hits the stop button before the fourth one can start, slowly rising up from his seat on the floor with a loud yawn.

"I should probably get going," he says, stooping down to collect his empty cans. "Need to stock up on my beauty sleep before the big day next week." There's a pause as he stretches, purposefully knocking into the side of John's head with his elbow. "Still coming with us, Ghost?"

I look up, brow furrowing as Ghost shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Johnny looks up too, equally confused.

"I dunno," he growls, eyes finding Johnny's. There's no small amount of guilt there. "Depends if you're happy with me going. Don't want to leave you here on your own when you're injured."

Wow okay. I cringe internally. He's gone from not being too keen on me to completely ignoring my existence in the space of a single day. And just when I though that - maybe - we were starting to make some headway. That has to be some sort of record.

Maybe it was stupid of me to think that we could be friends.

Johnny tilts his head. "What big day?"

"We're flying back to Russia to try and find some intel on the group that ambushed us," John supplies, shooting me a look. It's more than clear that this isn't information I should be privy to. It makes me wonder just how many rules and laws he's breaking by letting me be in the room for this conversation. "We won't be gone long. It should only take a few days."

"And, like I said," Ghost continues dryly, "I don't even know if I'm going yet."

"Well it's not like I'd be on my own. Tali is here." An edge creeps into Johnny's tone as he adds, "But it'd be nice to be told about things. I mean, it's not like I'm yer boyfriend or anything."

Now it's Ghost's turn to cringe. "It wasn't like that. I just forgot to mention it."

"Oh, ye forgot-" Johnny's voice is drenched in bitter sarcasm.

The previously light-hearted atmosphere in the room dies. All of the comfortable banter and humour that filled the apartment earlier is gone, giving way to awkward glances and stony silence. John rubs his hands along the lengths of his thighs, gaze flickering from me to Gaz - the aforementioned soldier not looking the least bit phased by the unfolding domestic. Instead, he takes a slow walk into the kitchen, depositing his empties into the recycling bin.

"I think you should go." Johnny's tone is full of certainty, and one look at his face shows me as much. His jaw is set; his usually happy eyes steely and full of something colder than I've seen from him before.

Ghost's mouth quivers before settling into a deep frown. "Johnny-"

"I think we should get going," John says softly, cutting off whatever else Ghost was about to say. He hooks a thumb in Gaz's direction. "Come on. I'll drive you home."

As Gaz walks back to the front door, putting his trainers on at a leisurely pace, Johnny excuses himself to the bathroom. Ghost remains on the sofa, his head in his hands as his back rises and falls with his quicker-than-usual breaths.

John surveys the unfolding scene with watchful eyes before turning to me, pulling me into another bearhug, and leaning into my ear to say, "Are you sure you're going to be okay with them? I don't want them causing you any hassle with their bickering."

I lean up onto my tiptoes to reciprocate the gesture. "I'll be fine, John. Send Marcella my love and stay safe, okay? When you come back, we're having that dinner you keep banging on about."

John chuckles as he pulls away, a broad smile on his face. "I will, and I will. You take care of yourself too, Tali. I'll message you whenever I can."

I exchange a brief goodbye with Gaz - him promising that I'll see him again very soon, and me giving him my phone number to arrange another movie night - before I'm alone in the apartment with the bickering lovers once again. Though, it doesn't stay that way for long. After about ten minutes, Ghost stands up. He whips around the apartment, grabbing his coat, his balaclava, and his shoes, then mumbling something about going for a walk. I'm still clearing up the bowls when I hear the front door open then slam shut.

"Has he gone out?" Johnny's voice rings out from the hallway just seconds later.

"Yeah."

"Okay." He walks out from the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the bathroom, coming to stand with me in the kitchen. "I'm sorry ye had to see that. Ghost and me... sometimes we argue. A lot."

I shrug. "Don't worry about it. As long as you don't start screaming at each other, it's all good."

Johnny nods, leaning back against the counters. "Do ye need a hand tidying up?"

Before I can tell him to leave it, Johnny's standing right next to me, drying the dishes that I'm just starting to wash. We're elbow-to-elbow in front of the sink. Every once and a while, his arm brushes against mine, sending tingles down my spine.

Even though I know I shouldn't, I catch myself sneaking glances at him while we do the dishes. I can see more details up close; a small pearlescent scar across the top of the bridge of his nose, a tiny fleck of scar tissue under one bright blue eye, a cluster of freckles along one side of his jaw. There's no denying that he's a beautiful man, even with the tiny imperfections scattered across his skin - which has regained it's colour since we first met.

And I know that I shouldn't keep looking, but I can't help it.

We work in comfortable silence until the dishes are done. It's been about half an hour since Ghost left but neither of us mention that as we take up our usual positions in the living room.

"Want to watch a movie?" Johnny asks, his voice soft and hopeful in that heart-melting way of his.

"Only if you pick something."

"Rom-com?"

I nod in confirmation. "Rom-com."

We're about twenty minutes into the movie when Johnny catches my attention. Silently, he motions to the stretch of sofa beside him, tilting his head to one side. The question is implied: come sit with me. I hop up from the armchair and sink down next to him, leaving a gap between us in case he isn't comfortable with physical contact.

"Mind if I lie down?" Johnny's words are a gentle hum over the montage happening on the screen.

There's a tightness in my chest at the way he looks at me, and I try my best to ignore it. "Sure. Go for it."

He lays down, placing his head in my lap. It instantly reminds me of the way he lies down with Ghost when they watch TV.

After a minute, I let my hand tangle in the longer hair of his mohawk, toying with the strands. He lets out a sound that's as close to a purr that I've ever heard a human make; a low rumbling sound that emanates from deep within his chest. I can feel the warmth of his skin as he nuzzles his cheek against my thigh, the prickle of his stubble biting at my skin through the fabric of my linen pants.

"This okay?" he asks in the same low, soft tone.

My breath catches in my throat. Even though I know he's in a relationship with Ghost - I know - a traitorous part of me still asks one damned question. What if?

"Tali?"

"Yeah." Even over that one, simple word, my voice quivers.

Johnny doesn't seem to notice. "If I fall asleep, wake me up. Okay?"

I don't reply. Not verbally. Instead, I just card my fingers through his hair, running my nails along his scalp as he melts even deeper into my lap.

I wake up when the front door opens. The TV is still playing; filling the apartment with a soft, constant ebb of noise. The remote is next to my free hand, the other still tangled in Johnny's hair. Consciousness returns to me in bits and pieces, but I don't fully remember the hour directly before I fell asleep until Ghost is standing right in front of me.

His face is covered by his hood and the black balaclava as he towers over me, eyes trained on Johnny, who is still sleeping peacefully with his head in my lap.

I half expect Ghost to shout at me; to accuse me of something or tell me to get away from his boyfriend. Instead, he drops down onto the couch cushion beside me - the side of the sofa not occupied by Johnny's legs - and drapes his arm along the back behind me.

When he finally speaks, it's to say, "Is he still mad at me?"

I shake my head. "I don't think so." My fingers continue to draw patterns on the shaved section of Johnny's head, twirling swirls and simple patterns in it. "We didn't really talk about what happened. We watched a movie then fell asleep."

Ghost grunts. "Johnny isn't like me. He's a good man; he trusts people with his whole heart. He's quick to let people in."

A moment passes and, just when I think he's done talking, he adds, "If I leave for Russia with John and Gaz, will you take care of him for me? Please." He taps me on the shoulder and my gaze lifts from Johnny's face to his. His expression is serious, readable even with the mask; his hazel eyes dark and full of emotion. "I won't be able to focus unless I know he's safe and being taken care of. And I... I think I can trust you, Tali."

I don't know Ghost; I don't know him at all. But he seems like a man who very rarely says those words.

"You're a friend of Price's and - quite frankly - Johnny could kill you if you tried shit," he elaborates, negating some of the sentiment from that previous statement.

I choke out a laugh so abruptly that I immediately check to see if I've woken Johnny up. He's still sound asleep. "I don't doubt it." My gaze returns to Ghost's face, and I make an effort to hold his gaze as I say, "But I would never try anything with Johnny. He's like the human equivalent of a Golden Retriever, and I actually like having him around. I like having both of you around."

Ghost's eyes soften at the edges. All of a sudden, there's a bashfulness to him that I haven't seen before. Hell, I don't think anyone other than Johnny has. "Really? Even though I'm a right prick to you sometimes?"

I let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, I guess. You know, I see some of myself in you. Being scared to trust others; distancing yourself from people so you can't get left behind." Ghost's eyes darken even more and he shifts almost imperceptibly, moving closer to me until his side is pressed against mine. "I understand it more than you think. But I also do agree that you could be a little friendlier with me sometimes. Maybe even tell me your actual name instead of keeping me at arm's length with your callsign."

He nods slowly. "Not my name; not yet, anyway. I'll be nicer though." There's a beat of silence as Johnny stirs. Again, he doesn't wake up. "So, who hurt you? And am I allowed to hunt them down?"

He says it so deadpan that I whole-heartedly believe he would given the chance.

"No names necessary. My parents are dead. They were killed in a car accident when I was young. And then my brother died last year." It physically pains me to voice that last part aloud. It runs over a raised, sore part of me, rubbing against raw nerves.

"I... fuck, I'm so sorry, Tali. I had no idea." Ghost's voice is rough, the usual gravel tinged with regret.

I frown. "It's not like you could've. John knows, but we don't talk about it. I... I don't really like talking about it."

He hums. "Understandable." There's a long pause, filled by the low hum of the TV. "I'm the last one left from my family too."

I don't ask him to elaborate, and he doesn't. We just sit in the moment and let it pass.

With Johnny's head in my lap as he sleeps soundly, and the warmth of Ghost's body against my side, for once, I don't feel so alone.

a/n: hey guys! from here on out, I'm going to try and post once a week at the least unless something in my personal life means I can't university is starting up again next week so I'm going to try my best :) - hope to see you all next week for part five, lapetitelapin :)

[tillichan]

𓇼 ⋆.˚ Your life in Love and Deepspace for @frostfall-matches ⋆.˚ 𓇼

I thought Sea God could go anywhere. Not this Sea God.

You were born in Whalefall City, Lemuria. Along with your excellent archery skills, you were quick and flexible, and so Elder Amund made you a guardian of Sea God. Oh, how wrong he had been! Sea God, Rafayel, and you had a lot in common, being a natural troublemakers and rulebreakers, not to mention that you not only didn't stop Rafayel from attempts to escape from Lemuria, but also helped him. Eventually, Amund was forced to appoint a guardians for you and Rafayel. Not that it's stopped you two though. Spending a lot of time together, you slowly started developing feelings for each other. It was painfully obvious to others, but somehow you two didn't realize it, bickering and playfully flirting with each other like an old married couple.

Rafayel: The Heart of Sea God, my Heart, do you want it? You: No. Rafayel: Huh? What do you mean no? You don't know what you're rejecting! And while you two are bickering, Algae and Konche: Ah, we wouldn't live to see them married.

Of course, Elder Amund was against your relationships, he was sure that you were distracting Rafayel from his duties of Sea God. He had to look for a follower to save Lemuria, instead of dreaming about escape with you. But time passed, and the follower never showed up. The Flame of Lemuria slowly faded away. So you and Rafayel decided to journey to find another way to save Lemuria. Of course, Elder Amund went with you to your disappointment. But even this grumpy elder can't stop you two from excitement, you finally were able to travel and see the world beyond Lemuria.

Rafayel: Would it bother you terribly if we left Elder Amund behind? You: I was about to say the same thing.

On the way, you met a lot of new people, and not only people. You visited the Tower of Thorns and helped the Foreseer to go out of Astra's control. And in return, he predicted that the road ahead will not be easy, but you will finally find happiness. After that you helped a young prince to escape from parental control and released the dragon. The last one was totally by accident. Well, the world nearly ended, but it is so little, right? Even though, you and Rafayel have helped many people, and not only people too, you didn't find the way to save Lemuria. The Flame went out, Lemuria was plunged into darkness, Lemurians fall into a deep sleep. Unfortunately, you and Rafayel too. You grew close during your journey, realizing your feelings and confessing. You promised each other to meet again in your next life, while falling into a deep sleep.

Linkon City

Being a Deepspace Hunter isn't an easy task, but you were happy to get this job. At least, it'll help you to solve the puzzle about your extraordinary Evol, about the strange birthmark on your chest and about the mermaids. You from childhood were obsessed with mermaids and stories about Lemurians, because one day you fell of the boat and were saved by mermaid, merman, to be exact. Of course, no one believed you. Honestly, it was hard to try to remember what happened that day. You remembered just the same birthmark on the chest of merman and his soft voice.

"So we meet again, my beloved one. Hurry and grow up, I'll look forward to our next meeting"

You wanted to meet this merman again. For some reason you felt deep connection with water, with myth about Lemuria, with this merman. As soon as you became a deepspace hunter, you began investigating into Lemuria, especially archaeological excavations. Your investigation led you to mysterious artist, Rafayel.

Evol: Water | Weapon: Water Bow

Your Evol allows you to summon a water bow and to shoot water arrows. Evol of water isn't a rare type, but somehow you've really deep connection with water and inhabitants of the sea depths, like you're actually one of them. It makes you very powerful Deepspace Hunter, you are able to kill any Wanderer by your water arrows.

Relationships

Rafayel is deeply in love with you. You're his beloved bride, his partner in crime, his other half, his soulmate, his everything. It doesn't matter who he'll become in his future life, be it Sea God, a little fish or a game character, he'll find the way to be with you. This life, next life and the life after, forever. It took time for you two to become a couple again though. It didn't help that you unlike Rafayel had no memories about your past life. Before you learned the truth, you and Rafayel survived so much. You two investigated the case of archaeological excavations of Lemuria and then punished the people who ran experiments on Lemurians. Of course, it was not without your usual bickering. Your memories came back through one of Rafayel's paintings. It was also the day you confessed to each other again. So you found out that your birthmark isn't actually a birthmark, it's a mark of Sea God, which means that your heart belongs to him. And he has the same mark, which means that he's yours. You two are the most noisy, teasing and annoying couple in this World. Poor Thomas goes crazy with your antics. This is not surprising or shocking to him if you two do something strange like cosplaying, Of course, for the important cause (no). painting together some weird pictures and ask him to exhibit it, because why not, doing thrill-seeking activities and spending the lazy days, sometimes weeks after. Even though, you're a headache, Thomas thinks that you're a match made in heaven. The day of your wedding is the Day of revival of Lemuria. You held a ceremony on Jewel Reef.

I promise to give you my heart. I promise to offer all of my faith for you. This is my promise to you.

During the wedding vows, something strange happened. Rafayel's eyes changed, like he was possessed by something, powers of Sea God came back to him through your vows. The Flame of Lemuria fire again, because you, his wife, his the most devoted follower are with him. The Flame will burn as long as you're together.

Sylus interested in you, because you were the one who released him and gave him name. You were bold enough to escape alive from the dragon, being sure that your Sea God protects you. Huh, what nonsense? Remembering his past life, Sylus watches you. Sometimes you notice a weird crow, following you everywhere, or a scary surrealistic eye that looks more like a hallucination. The more he learns about you, the more he wishes to approach you. His interest goes beyond the interest in a person, he likes you. But unfortunately your Sea God protects you like actually. He will not allow this. He sics his seagulls on the crow and curtain the windows before the eye shows up.

Xavier is your neighbor, your colleague, your friend and the one who actually knows about your past life. You two met at work in UNICORNS and got along quickly, because Xavier already knew you, he didn't mind to approach you first. You and Xavier share the same hobbies, for example reading manga or playing videogames. Being a big foodies, you two like to try something new, especially after missions. Xavier never discussed your past life with you, he is truly grateful for your help though. He just doesn't want to look strange in your eyes. He isn't sure that would you believe it if he said that you're a lover of Sea God and he, Xavier, is a prince from another planet. But maybe, one day, he will talk to you about it.

Zayne is your doctor. You two met in the hospital, because you were concerned about your birthmark. It was very large, not to mention that no one in your family has the same birthmark. You have only friendly relations. Sometimes Zayne treats you to sweets and latte, especially if he knows that you had a really difficult mission. Zayne barely remembers his past life and your first meeting. Only occasionally, fragmentary memories resurface unexpectedly in his dreams.

Zayne is sleeping, it's very cold and lonely here. "Is he alive?" "Who knows..." Who is here? How they got here? "Hey you, poke him to see if he's alive" "Poke him by yourself!" "No, you do!" "No, you!" Ah, these two are so noisy.

Zayne usually wakes up with a nostalgic smile after this dream, trying to realize where did he hear the woman's voice from his dream.

Lemurians are worshipping you like a God. You're a wife of their God, so they are not so far from the truth. Algae and Konche are especially happy to see you and Rafayel together. You always got along well, Algae and Konche were our friends in Whalefall City. Unlike them, Elder Amund disapproves of you, but who is going to ask for his approval, right? You and Rafayel enjoy teasing Elder Amund, his reactions are always so funny.

Thomas is someone like brother or mentor figure for you. Even though you and Rafayel often bring problems to him, Tomas loves you and supports your relationships. He's the one who looks for you two every time your brave team goes in search of adventure. And getting lost of course, because it's you. Tomas is like reliable brother who can come to the rescue.

[litrumi]

Dumb DayNap Thoughts #8

*Bit of a long one. Crafty is feeling quite glum, so Dogday volunteered himself and Catnap to put on a puppet show to cheer her up! (For some reason, this was the song I was listening to the entire time)*

Dogday, explaining everything to Catnap: I'll be the knight puppet. And... you can be the princess puppet!

Catnap, blinking unamused: ...I'm the princess?

Dogday, just trying to be cooperative: Er... I mean, it doesn't really matter to me, you know.

Crafty, meekly observing as the only audience member: U- Um... You two don't really need to go through this much trouble for me...

Dogday, obliging to Crafty: Nonsense! Just sit back and relax! Enjoy the heart-warming story!

Dogday, smiling at Catnap: Here. I'll be the princess then! Just follow the script, okay? Ahem...

Dogday, narrating: The knight sets off on his grand journey to rescue the beautiful princess!

Catnap, lingering on the idea of being 'rescued,' suddenly changing his mind: Wait... I want to be the princess then.

Dogday, internally sighing, but being patient: Catnap... Please, just pick a puppet so we can start.

Catnap, childishly: Don't rush me!

Catnap, thinking about it seriously: Hm... Which will be the most fulfilling and satisfactory role for me...?

Dogday, reminding him: ...Try not to forget that we're doing this for Crafty.

Dogday, thinking about the cat's ulterior motives: Either way, we're gonna kiss at the end, so-

Catnap, embarrassed: I- In front of Crafty?! How bold have you gotten?! That's indecent!

Dogday, clearing up the confusion spontaneously: Not "we" us! I meant with the puppets! Geez...

Catnap, thinking about it some more:

Catnap, slightly offended: Wait... why NOT "us"?

Dogday, getting a little irritated by this point: Which is it...?! Are you mad about kissing or not kissing?!

Catnap, quietly brooding, but still passive-aggressively: ...Doesn't matter to me.

Dogday, seeing through his lies: It so does! Ugh... Just stop getting jealous of some silly puppets...

Catnap, defensively: Who's getting jealous?!

Dogday, shouting: You! Seriously?! Why are you so jealous of some inanimate objects?!

Catnap, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms: Oh, you're one to talk...

Dogday, his face is now bright red, steaming: W- What does that mean?!

The two continue to bicker like an old married couple. Crafty is still sitting quietly the entire time. But she begins to smile as she listens to them, forgetting the weary thoughts that were bringing her down. Unintentionally, they were doing a great job with distracting her busy mind. And she really appreciated that.

She won't ever forget this.

(Bonus)

Dogday had no other choice but to play two roles, the knight and the princess puppet. Catnap was saddled with the monster puppet.

Dogday, dramatically as the knight puppet: Don't worry, my galaxy! I will smite this monster and rescue you!

Catnap, half-heartedly, as the monster puppet: It's either you or me.

Dogday, also dramatically as the princess puppet: Oh, my brave knight! I cannot wait to run away with you and get married!

Catnap, getting jealous of the plot:

The cat then very quickly makes the monster eat the princess puppet before anyone can register what even happened.

Dogday:

Dogday, upset: Wait! What're you doing?! This is supposed to have a happy ending!

Catnap, trying to hide his bitterness and not succeeding at all: Then let the knight and monster fall in love if you want a happy ending so badly...

Dogday, flustered: Stop being ridiculous! This is just pretend! Pretend, I tell you!

Crafty, silently watching and feeling awkward, like some kind of third wheel:

Now she REALLY won't ever forget this...

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[fatuismooches]

HAHXHDHSHS FRAGILE!READER GAME PLAY HUT WHEN SHE THROWS A PUFFTORRE IT EXPLODES INTO CONFETTI 😭😭 (it was dottore's idea, you were very upset at this!!!)

ALSO JXHDKFHDKEHKCDHI 💥💥💥💥💥 THE THE.. IDEA I GOT... WHAT IFFFF dottore n fragile!reader are 2 characters as 1 unit? Like Clara n Svarog in HSR... Dottore is main dps while ur doing healing on one skill, which is using the Pufftorres/Foxttores JDHDKHDKEE IDK I JUST THINK IT'S SOOO CUTE n one idle is just them being silly together.... Hfjdekgrke dottore holding reader's cheek and reader gigglinh before he huffs and turns cuz u gotta fight and all!!! If reader gets hit n hp goes below like what, 40%? 50%? Immediately switches to dottore n he gets buffs cuz no body hurts his beloved and gets away with it!!! 😡😡😡 reader having favoritism with characters... Fatui and dottore almost getting huge number healing while others get almost none (esp the archons 💀) :33

ALSO VISIONLESS CHARACTERS!!! I need that too... Dottore with a vision is SOOO off putting

Also my voice lines. I'm OBSESSED... maybe... in game interactions when in battle together??? 💥💥💥💥💥💥I can't.... Officially my Roman Empire 💔😭

IM GOING INSANEEEE RAHHHH THIS IS SO FLIPPING CUTE I CANT- Not the confetti!! The poor Puffttores didn't consent to this!! 😭 BUT BEWJDE IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY... imagine you have a Treasure Hoarder or someone cowering in fear because you're playing around with the Puffttores in your hands menacingly... and you throw it at them ready to end the guy but!! Instead both of you are freaked out by the confetti floating everywhere! Dottore gets a very passionate rant from you later that day >:((

But like. Let's not forget about how many other possibilities there are. FRAGILE READER TEASER. It is mostly scenes of them and Zandik during the Akademiya. Except, current fragile reader is there in the background, forlornly watching their former self and Zandik's memories. With every new scene, fragile reader walks behind them, their gaze growing sadder and sadder the whole time, but they do not say a word. Until, it gets to a point where their former self starts to fade away, and in a panic they run after themselves, only to be met with nothingness. They have to accept that they'll no longer ever go back to their old self. (Kind of like Raiden's teaser)

DEMO. I imagine it's kind of like Furina's in a way. Because fragile reader's demo is all in their head/a dream. It begins deceptively happy at first, bright sunlight, joyful music, and smiles. They are finally doing the things they wanted, traveling to other nations, doing things that any normal person would do. Showing Foxttore the world too. The segments are there as well, bickering as usual while fragile reader looks on happily, interrupting them and pulling them to see all the sights the world has to offer. There are no worries, nothing bad happening at all... which makes it all the more unsettling. And at the end- fragile reader wakes up with a start, in complete and utter darkness. For it was all a dream.

COLLECTED MISCELLANY. Dainsleif introducing you, but surprise surprise! Dottore takes over instead to describe his beloved!! EBWDIEWB him explaining all of the silly moves you do with Foxttore and Puffttores... 😭 all with a straight tone. You guys are so married couple 😭

AND YESSSS BRO IM LOVING THEM BEING A 2 IN 1.... do NOT separate them!! In reality... Dottore doesn't really need your support skills (he's incredibly strong after all) but!! He doesn't have the heart when you're so excited to finally be near him... :( AND OH MY GOSH A SHARED IDLE WITH BOTH OF THEM... also consider: Dottore playfully ignoring reader by looking at his notes and clipboard... and you get all pouty until you snatch it out of his hands and he chuckles... ugh so many possibilities...

Immediately getting swapped out when you get too hurt 🥺 i was thinking that happens when you're about to take a killing hit but!! That's more accurate because he'd never let it reach that point! OKAY BUT ALSO REAL. I always thought it'd be cool if certain characters got special buffs based on their in-game relationship with others (like members of the Qixing, or the Knights, Lyney and Lynette etc) We love fragile reader doting on their fellow Fatuis and shitting on the Archons!! They can stay on life support for all you care!!

AND THE BATTLE INTERACTIONS- okay hear me out. For the 2 in 1 character, you get two different ultimates depending on who your active character is. If it's fragile reader, it starts with Dottore ready to do the job for you, but you valiantly put your arm out in front of him, because you wanna protect him!! He watches on with amusement as you assault the screen with tons of Puffttores :3 (they're unlimited) If Dottore is the one on the field, before he brutally annihilates the enemies, you give him a little kiss for good luck and jump around in the background cheering him on totally ignoring how those guys are completely dead!! :3

Okay and your death voice line too - "Zandik... save me..." <3

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Sick day

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. Today was you three's day off and now this crazy headache was ruining the fun.

After your painkillers were deemed useless the boys decided yo treat you even more like a princess. You were already their everything but today it was even worse.

"Gonna have to stay in all day and I cam't even continue my game because of this freaking headache.." you whined dramatically, rolling onto your back with a loud sigh.

"I'm sure you'll feel good enough tonight to play some more." Lip came walking towards you and set a fresh pot of tea and an empty mug on the coffee table. "Now quit whining and drink something, yeah? You're probably starting your period soon, you always get these headaches before it."

Meanwhile, Carmy laughed to himself at how easily Lip shut you up. Taking some mental notes since he still always folded easily when it came to you. "Treating her like a princess, huh?"

"What. Princess is just a fancy word for a spoiled brat, which she is. ..which is also our fault for spoiling her so much." They both looked over at you. Sitting there in their clothes, blowing the steam off your hut mug of fresh brewed tea. You hadn't lifted a single finger today. The painkillers were brought to you in bed by Lip. Carmy made you a smoothie to get your strenght up and brewed you a pot of tea without you having to ask for any of it.

After a moment Lip returned to the couch with a large mug of coffee and sat down next to you. He snatched the TV remote and controller off the side table, reaching rudely past you in doing so and booted up your game. "Hey!" You protested until he opened a new save slot on the title screen. "You can't play, so you'll have to live with watching me fail at playing."

"What? You hate this game." You point at the TV to make a point. "You say it's unfair and it sucks because it has no difficulty settings and you 'die way too easily'" you air quote that last bit to recall his earlier statement on your new game when you were playing the week before.

"I know, baby. But I know how badly you want to stare at the pretty goth twink puppet kill other, less pretty evil puppets." His mocking tone was hard to miss.

Carmen walked past behind the couch and ducked down to kiss both of you on the cheek in passing by. "Alright, I'll be making a grocery run if you two are gonna be bickering like an old married couple." With his bag slung over his shoulder he grabbed his keys from the bowl and headed out the door. "See you in a bit, Bear!" You waved bye and made kissy noises as he closed the door behind him.

Carmen couldn't get the smile off his face.his two partners being idiots did that to him. You three were happy, in love and things were good. He felt good.

His quick grocery trip turned into a larger run, getting the freshest ingredients from local markets and stopping by the herbs shop to get some more tea blends for you. He knew your favorite store bought flavors and worked with the seller to mix up a few different bags for you to try.

On his way back he stopped at the local smoke shop and picked up some of the expensive brand cigarettes Lip loved to smoke but only got on special occasions because they're so pricey.

Carmen's love language has always been acts of service, and usually came together with gift giving as soon as he learned his partners' interests. And now with his bags full of items for dinner and his little surprise gifts he made his way back home.

"Oh motherfucker. I clearly dodged that!"

"You clearly didn't. He hit you on that last swing, else you wouldn't be dead now."

Lip's cursing and your arguments could be heard through the front door, having that fond smile creep back on Carmy's face as he walked back into the apartment.

"Hey babe, how was shopping?" "Welcome back, Bear!" The joined welcomes warmed his heart as he walked up to them and kiss them both, "Brought you something." ans hands them their gifts.

"What's the occasion? We got something to celebrate?" Lip was truly curious as to why he was given these cigarettes. "You never got them when we first started dating."

"Carmy, these teas smell amazing. Did you mix these yourself? That's your writing on the labels." You held a bag to your nose and breathed in the blend of red fruits. "Yeah. I know how much you love your fruit teas, so I went to that herb place to check out their stuff. Thought you'd like some personal blends."

You lifted your arm to catch his head as he leaned on the backrest and pull him into a loving kiss. "Thanks, Carmy."

When you pulled apart Lip took the oportunity to grab hold of him too and repeat the affectionate kisses. "Yeah, thanks, Bear."

Carmen took off to the kitchen to prepare soup and some sides for dinner while Lip kept you occupied with his failed attempts of playing your game again.

Dinner was set up beautifully on the kitchen island. Three sets of beautifully plated sides next to bowls of steaming soup, stuffed to the brim with veggies and meat.

Every little detail about this dinner was praised by you and Lip, thanking Carmy with every first bite of every bit of food on the table. You shared details of your couch hanging time, video game frustrations and shopping trip until every last bite of food was gone.

You and Lip insisted on cleaning up so Carmy could relax, but he kept swooping in to carefully clean his expensive knives that he disn't allow anyone else to use. Apologising constantly and immediately making excuses to help clean afterwards.

By the time you were done cleaning and standing in each others' way the sun had set and you found yourselves moving back to the couch. You draped yourself over the boys' laps to watch a movie of their choosing.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: Who knows what game Lip is playing?

[moonmaiden1996]

Love your posts about Sanji. 😊❤️ He's my favorite besides Law. Who do you think of the op women would match him best? Is there any girl who could make Sanji truly fall in love (not just flirting) and make him happy ? I mean he had the biggest crush of the show on Violet (but it was mainly because of her looks). 🤔

Would love to read your thoughts on this topic. ❤️🥰

Okay I have some thoughts...

1. Nami

Sanji’s devotion to Nami is practically a running gag at this point. He’s always swooning over her, ready to risk life and limb for her happiness, but let’s be honest—Nami doesn’t exactly return the vibe. Sure, she appreciates him as a cook and a crewmate, but their dynamic feels more like teasing siblings than future soulmates. As the crew grows closer, this is probably heading toward solid best-friend territory.

Compatibility: 6/10

Marriage Potential: 4/10 — Nami’s way too independent, and Sanji might be too busy fainting over her beauty to make it work.

2. Robin

Robin and Sanji have this understated thing going on that’s actually kind of sweet. She’s calm and mysterious, and he’s loud and over-the-top, so they balance each other out in an interesting way. Robin actually seems to appreciate his chivalry without teasing him too much, which is rare. That said, her reserved personality might clash with Sanji’s dramatic energy in the long run.

Compatibility: 7/10

Marriage Potential: 6/10 — There’s mutual respect, but their personalities might not fully click romantically.

3. Violet

Sanji’s time with Violet in Dressrosa was like a romantic drama cranked up to 11. She’s one of the few women who actually reciprocated his feelings, and their moments together were intense and heartfelt. But let’s be real—it was all kind of rushed. It felt more like a “passionate fling” than a relationship with serious staying power.

Compatibility: 8/10

Marriage Potential: 7/10 — They had something good going, but it needed way more time to grow into something solid.

4. Vivi

Now here’s a dark horse candidate. Vivi’s kind and caring nature would fit so well with Sanji’s chivalrous side. They didn’t have a ton of time together, but what we saw was super wholesome. Vivi’s all about helping others, and Sanji’s protective instincts would pair perfectly with that. Plus, just imagine Sanji cooking for her in the Alabasta palace—adorable, right?

Compatibility: 9/10

Marriage Potential: 8/10 — This one’s got some serious potential if they ever spent more time together.

5. Pudding

Ah, Pudding. This one’s a rollercoaster. Their relationship started as a nightmare—manipulation, betrayal, the works—but it grew into something really emotional and genuine. Pudding ended up falling hard for Sanji, and he treated her with the same kindness he always shows. But let’s not forget: their connection comes with a lot of baggage, and that kind of weight might be tough to carry in the long run.

Compatibility: 8/10

Marriage Potential: 8/10 — They had real feelings, but the trauma of it all might make things complicated.

6. Zoro (For Fun!)

Okay, this one’s just for laughs, but let’s be honest—Sanji and Zoro’s love-hate bromance is legendary. They’re always bickering like an old married couple, but deep down, they respect the hell out of each other. As funny as it is to imagine them as a pair, they’d probably drive each other nuts if it were real.

Compatibility: 5/10 — Because opposites attract, right?

Marriage Potential: 3/10 — Zoro’s only true loves are booze and his swords.

Final Thoughts

Sanji’s love life is all over the place, but that’s part of what makes it fun to think about. Vivi feels like the best fit overall—her kind heart and strong sense of duty would balance out Sanji’s fiery passion. Pudding’s feelings for him were real, but their history might be a bit too heavy to build a happy future on.

Honestly, though, I i think there is someone better out there for Sanji. Can't wait to see who Oda comes up with next

What do you think? Or ask your own questions loving the Sanji asks. Any character welcome 🥰

[smytherines]

Tumblr won't let me post this from my drafts, but @uhhhitsme this is me responding to what you wrote yesterday!

I think that's right though. This is a long distance relationship. They live an ocean apart, they only get to see each other when their countries deem it necessary to work together. They have to have their entire relationship in secret because it is illegal. And probably treason because they work for two different countries. It is super turbo illegal.

I mean, long distance couples who don't have all those additional issues, who can call or video chat or whatever every day if they choose to, who have support networks there for them to lean on, (who aren't gay spies in the 1950s), most of the time they still don't make it because the distance is just too much to overcome. But Curt and Owen made it work. Even if it was messy and they were both assholes and nothing about it was rational. They made it work.

We don't know how long Curt and Owen were together before the fall, but I'm guessing it was at least a couple of years? They work incredibly well together, they're bantering and giving these goofy lovesick grins to each other (they make me sick)

Even when they bicker it feels like an old married couple. And it has to be that way for the show to make sense. We get less than ten minutes to establish their relationship, and this little section of the show is what gives the staircase scene true dramatic weight. Because there is so much fucking chemistry in that first ten minutes, such a sense of intimacy between them, that when Curt says "the feelings we had" the audience is already there. We don't need to be convinced (especially queer viewers who clocked this shit right away) because yeah of course these two were together.

They were able to keep this thing going off of maybe a couple of days together every few months? Days where they were mostly risking their lives and killing people and getting shot/stabbed/tortured and then hooking up in a hotel room or safe house or whatever.

One thing I think about a lot is if they were able to be that close to each other, function that well together, be so fucking familiar and warm with each other with just those little scraps of time together, I can't even imagine what they'd be like if they actually had time to just be together. Time to learn to be in a relationship. There's a line from Black Box that goes like "a real relationship- the kind of thing with a permanent address," and that's what Curt and Owen never got to have, and its the kind of thing you have to learn, you have to practice.

That's tough though, because I also think Curt's inherent restlessness would make it very difficult for him to settle down into a comfortable quiet life away from everything. I think he's the kind of guy who theoretically wants the comfort and happiness of a happy little domestic situation, wants to be loved and wanted, but it would be torture for him to have to stay in the same place for very long. At least as a younger man. He wants the idea of it. He wants it emotionally, but couldn't handle it practically. What he truly wants is for he and Owen to eternally live out their glory days together as the world's greatest spies- constant adrenaline and pressure and excitement.

This is pure headcanon, but I picture Owen as the kind of guy who has never wanted any of that. Home is where he keeps his shit in between missions. He doesn't want a happy little domestic life, he wants to do the job he's good at until he dies. Until he meets Curt. Then he starts wanting all sorts of things he knows he can never have. He wants to keep Curt safe, wants to know that they'll be able to see each other whenever they want, they'd have control of their own lives instead of being controlled by their agencies. He wants to stop having to work so hard and think so much and constantly constantly plan for the worst.

So it's difficult to say, but in my heart I do think that if they had more time, both in the pre-fall relationship and, y'know, Curt not putting a bullet in Owen's head, I think they could have figured it out. I think if they were able to sustain the feelings they had for so long on so little actual contact, then it would be difficult and painful and even more messy than before, but eventually they could move on to something better.

I think they loved each other enough to try, but after everything they had each been through in their four years apart, after the ways they had hurt each other and broken each other's trust, they just... couldn't see that in the moment. Which is pretty tragic to me.

[kazoo-world]

I’ve been in this fandom since March 2022. If you’re like me, you’ve read a good chunk of the fanfic that’s been published, and you have a hard time finding new stuff that’s to your taste. In honour of this, here is my rec list of the fics you definitely want to read but may not have come across!

✨My Gentlebeard/Blackbonnet Fic Rec List✨

Smutty (E)

Short (<4k)

The Good Plan by TheMewsAtTen: Stede treats Ed to some devoted stress relief, including hair brushing. A good cozy read. (4k)

Only You by gayasstheythem: Stede plunders a fancy blindfold in a raid and the sex is kinky but also really wholesome. Lots of tears and laughter and healing. (3.9k)

Mid length (4-8k)

Are You Lonesome Tonight? by RoughWinds: Ed and Stede have some kinky married roleplay sex where Stede plays a neglected housewife and Ed plays the next door neighbor that stepped up. They are achingly in love. (6.5k)

Smoke Signals by Spicy_Soldiers: Ed seduces Stede with some sensual cigar smoking. The imagery is so sexy and vivid that it’s almost dreamlike. (4.7k)

Won’t Rush It Along by camerasparring: Ed and Stede have marathon sex to figure out just how many times Stede’s magic dick can go. Very hot and silly. (6.9k (nice))

Of Oils & Jealousy by @kipli: Stede starts a line of scented olive oils (as he would) and the two of them go to the Republic of Pirates in search of a seller. They meet a pirate that’s a little too happy to meet Stede; Stede is blissfully ignorant of the man’s advances. Insanity ensues—including wild possessive sex. (4.7k)

Friendly Competition (Blackbeard Always Wins) by @cufeilidh: Stede and Ed disagree on who’s turn it is to service top and make the decision with a sex game. This fic makes me laugh every time because it’s so on brand. (4.9k)

sunflowers in the kitchen by dardreamcrash: Ed and Stede pretend to bicker like a married couple in a home goods store and then they go home and fuck nasty about it. Totally absurd and extremely cute, classic over the top in character insanity. (7k)

Long (>8k)

It Was Yellow and Pink by Bazzle: Ed confides that he misses when things were easier and simpler between them, so Stede stages a roleplay to fulfill his desire. Sweetest most healing sex ever (warning tho: undernegotiated kink). (14.9k)

A Sunday Kind of Love by WellSussed: Stede keeps trying to propose but Ed’s busy work schedule gets in the way; when their time tables finally align, Stede spoils Ed with a New Year’s to remember. Another one that makes my heart explode. (8.8k)

Spicy and Swearful

The Kissing Game by veeagainst: Set after s2ep5, Ed comes up with a kissing game as a way to take things slow with Stede. It works until it doesn’t, complete with lots of pining. (8k, M)

Other Delicacies and Delights by reddiegays: Stede and Ed spice up their married life by flirting across the bar they co-own. (1.3k, T)

Continue to Continue to Pretend by skeletonsandroundabouts: reunion fic written pre s2, but in tune with s2 tone. Stede stumbles upon a sulking Ed in a bar and they pretend not to know each other. Stede is a bombastic menace who thinks the ruse is working, but Ed is also a dumbass. Makes me laugh out loud every time I read it, and the character voices are perfect. (4.8k, T)

Fluff

Permanent Ink by insidethevoid: Ed is the cool distinctly tattooed step dad. Hijinks ensure when Alma wants to be cool like him. (5.2k, G)

Thy, Sweet, Love Remembered by @kazoo-world: Ed and Stede promise to always go to sleep together. It’s always the perfect remedy for the day’s frustrations. Look, yes, I wrote this and I’m biased, but every time I read it I can’t stop thinking about how mind blowingly cute it is. (1.1k, T)

Modern AU Meetcutes

Our Tesco Means Death by shipmates: Stede gets a job at Tesco after leaving his old life and notices and is noticed by his kind and smoking manager, Ed. Reading about Stede trying very hard to impress Ed by shoplifting makes me laugh rambunctiously. (21k, G)

the happiest place on earth is here (with you) by @medievill: Stede and Ed strike up a whirlwind romance at Disney World with Ed showing Stede around his usual haunts. Equal parts heart-wrenching and heartwarming. (33k, M)

Unlocked by @festiveferret: Newly divorced Stede accidentally breaks into rockstar Ed’s apartment thinking it’s his own. They fall in love as they hang out together. Ed has two beautiful and perfect guard cats and Stede is perfectly in character levels of insane. (15.5k, T)

[roamingtigress]

The Merry Misadventures of Hosea and The Mustached Idiot

Chapter One -

The Matthews Mattress

I feel the warmth of the morning sun on my face, and a heavy feeling blanketing, weighting down my form. I sigh. There's some 6'1 tall idiot with a mustache and a silly soul patch lying on top of me, wrapping a strong arm around me, the other draped off the bed. There was a pair of long legs sprawled out over the edge of the bed, which was only made for one, but Mustached Idiot here -- all 185 pounds of him -- decided that was only a suggestion.

But he's MY Mustached Idiot. Brilliant and stupid and frustrating and a pain in the ass all at the same time; Dutch can read the direction from the sky, but can't or won't follow a line on a map, but someone has to look after him. And we love each other, oh so much, bickering and all like the old couple that we are. Some fellow, Reverend Joe Swanson, got us married. And ol' Dutch isn't half bad to look at, either. When he shuts up, he can say a lot with his face when it isn't in a book, or doing some odd job that I get myself into now and then with him. Sometimes Arthur, and sometimes John with some convincing comes along (John always fights with Dutch over the issue of direction and Dutch is convinced he's heading in the right direction and that John simply can't be correct because that's not what the moon is telling him). Occasionally Sadie and Sean come along on our bounty missions or even on just a trail ride, and there's always some sort of chaos that erupts; a bounty usually dies, and a wild animal completely redirects us off course, particularly wolves; I don't know what it is, but the wolves come out of the woodwork when that man is out and about.

On that subject of books, Dutch and I have a nightly routine where we would get a book and read a chapter of it before bedtime . . . Something we've been doing since we first dated all those years ago. Sometimes we don't get sleep well into the night because sometimes we stop and end up discussing whatever is happening in the chapter.

"Dutch, I need to breathe -- "

I hear some clanking around. A somewhat, heavyset, tall fellow (even taller than the human blanket on top of me), well dressed considering his occupation working with tanning fluids, with a grey beard, half talking to himself about someone named Maggie Fike, half talking to me because he heard my sigh. The gentleman, none other than J.B Cripps. We agreed on a business deal with him; for a campsite that he'd move around here and there, we could have a good steady cash flow involving the sale of furs, feathers and hides. Cripps is . . . An interesting fellow with some strange stories to tell. One involved him being an acrobat in Portugal. Another involved a failed bank job in Tennessee with someone named Phil the Crab and Limpy Pete. Cripps doesn't care much for dogs, though. Poor Matilda! What a lovely Labrador she is, with her shiny black coat, always happy nature. She does her best.

The coffee he was brewing smelled good though and the smell of bacon and eggs was wafting in the air. The food came from the stockyard in Valentine in some high-risk, high-reward job that actually worked according to, er, plan. The pigs that he killed in the middle of the night were located right behind the police station; whom he also collects bounties for. What he hadn't used were sold to the butcher who took the remains without question. Nobody said that Dutch isn't a complex character. I accompanied him because adult supervision is required from time to time, and I needed to get a cold drink for a change.

Dutch still hasn't stirred too much from his sleep and he's making some sort of odd sound of contentment; something of a mew, something of a growl. He has a stupid crooked smile on his face as he uses my chest as a pillow and I don't have the heart to wake him; he looks at once ridiculous and gorgeous. I gently petted his cheek, a little rough from a day's missed shave. We went on a long-distance delivery from Cumberland Forest to Blackwater, and when he came home he had only a few hours of rest before the stockyard raid, giving him very little time for a shave, which is more than just a quick chore, it was a venture. He normally slept in his Union suit but the business of slaughtering pigs in rain-soaked slop is a messy business and he hadn't wanted to come to bed smelling like muck and shit, so he stripped himself down after a quick dip in the river, and put on some pants he used for some chores; nothing he'd wear out into town, but did its job. Sleeping in the nude is something he's also not above doing, but it was a bit nippy for that tonight and as he's gotten older the cold is something we've both grown more intolerant to.

I want to breathe and feel circulation in my body again, but . . . I still don't have the heart to wake him just yet. I want to just admire him for a moment longer. I traced a finger around that wonderful Roman nose of his, and after he let his arm slip off of me, which helped me move a bit, and then move my finger along the shape his mustache and that soulpatch. I run a hand through his lovely hair of his up a bit. I've long been a fan of how his hair looks in the morning before he puts on the pomade. Satisfied with my work, I slid my hand over a shoulder and down his back, which had been aching a bit after that long delivery run. Judy is a lovely Suffolk Punch mare -- under the saddle -- but a bitch in the hitch and will take the bit and run with it, and his poor back was suffering from it. I lean in and kiss his forehead, and just lightly, work a light massage into his lower back. There was a particularly nasty knot there and I worked on it with gradually firming touch. I felt the muscle twitching underneath my touch and then, subside.

I hear Cripps moving about still, doing odd jobs. Matilda barked at something, and Dynformer, that fine Thoroughbred stallion, snorted, and pawed at the dirt, eager to get the day started. Usually, he would be going out for a ride about now but someone decided to sleep in (or rather sleep on).

"I don't want to interrupt anythin', but breakfast is ready. I'll keep it warm over the fire."

It was a nice bonus to work with someone who had been accepting us as a couple; we didn't need to hide away when we camp; sure we could sneak out, and we still do for fun, but, that wasn't needed. You can say what you want to say about Cripps, but he even set up a nice little area for us a candle on a table for a romantic night setup by the cauldron, though we normally had our place at the bonfire. It was a nice thought and we have been there for reading while Cripps popped out in town.

My stomach nagged me. Breakfast did smell good. But I still had this Mustached Idiot on top of me. What am I to do?

Dutch's stupid smile widened as I traced my hand through his touseled hair again, and let a finger slip along his soft jawline; my other wasn't free just yet. Dutch was manipulating me in his sleep, just by being adorable. As I thought of a plan, I absentmindedly moved my hand down to his sensitive ribs. I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I was petting him like I do with Matilda and I felt him squirm under my touch, a happy sigh escaping from him. He was slowly waking; it was masterful manipulation, or so he likely thought, just so that he lay on me longer. But this wasn't my first rodeo and I had a trick up my sleeve, and my smirk that I had since I woke up, widened.

"Mmf!" Dutch squeaks out, initially trying to muffle it but it snuck out when I slipped a finger just under the hem of his pants, finding that sweet spot on his right hip, and he squirms. God, I love that waist of his, strangely serpentine, with a certain feminine quality to it. And I know it's one of his soft spots, particularly the right hip.

"Waking up are we, babygirl?" I grin, and then sigh again as he simply turns over onto me like I'm a fucking mattress. What did I get myself into?

Dutch let out a low whimpering growl, his head tilted back. Purring, he was fucking purring! "Mrr . . . " That stupid smile just grew.

"I know you're awake, Duchess."

I caught the glimpse of an eye fluttering open as I snaked a hand towards his belly, another sensitive spot. My other hand is rested over his heart and I feel him lightly placing his hand over mine, and then taking it, lightly, so lightly just kissing it. It was a silent 'I love you'; a nice little morning routine before whatever lays ahead for us for that day.

"How long have you been awake?" I tap that nose of his.

I refuse to touch him again until I get an answer, but that sonofabitch arches his back and presses his midriff into my hands, and I dance them away again. He pouts and gives me puppy dog eyes as he flops back down on me again, but those eyes are smiling. I do love seeing this playful side of him; it reminds me of the old days so much. And with that, I feel younger.

"Oh . . . About an hour." The twinkle in his eyes showed in his voice.

I give him a slap on the belly; there's a tiny bit of a thud, and he lets out this wheezy chortle. There's a chance we'll likely get in finer shape (there's a tinge of softness on both in both of us old dads but looking pretty damn good, mind) soon enough with all that we've signed up for.

"You shit -- "

Dutch just laughs, placing a hand over my other hand that's over his heart, he gives it a light squeeze. A sort of squeeze that he'd do to pacify me whenever I got upset in a silent plea to not be angry; he knows I'm not upset, but he plays the part, and I play along.

"You was pettin' me, 'sea -- " He answers coyly, and repositioned himself slightly; no, not for my comfort, but so that he can kiss me on the neck as he does to get out of trouble, even in our arguments when he wants to get back on my good graces.

Dutch got one over me! The boy needs to be put in his place! "You -- " I break from my stern expression though and I just laugh, lightly tickling him; as per usual he tries not to laugh and tries to stay stoic, but, it sneaks out. I take delight in that laugh, feeling him squirming under my touch. I slow my fingers down to a gentle stroke and then, with my free hand, I hold him tight, and I bury my face into that lovely, tousled hair.

"I think I love you . . ." Dutch murmured as he moves up into my touch, and in return, he kisses me, touching me, wherever he can. I realize I'm not helping my situation and only encouraging him.

"I think I love you too, you know . . . " I smile. And that smartass side of his sneaks out.

"Someone's got to."

I kiss that idiot, and for that moment, I don't want him to get up. We'll eventually get up and have our breakfast; Matilda is getting a little needy, but for just a few or more minutes, he'll remain in my arms.

"You got me that time, but there will be another."

[csphire]

Meet Anna

Legal Name: Anna Smith

Nickname / Aliases: My Sweet, My Dear or Button (Astarion), Cuzzyl, Sweetums or Oury (Dammon), Cuddlebug, Oury and Kitten (Karlach), Dear Heart, My Lady and Pixie (Wyll)

Background: Artisan (Jeweler/Enchanter)

Age: Unknown estimated around 30s?

Pronouns: She / Her / They

Race/Subrace: High Half-Elf

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Deities: It's complicated. Tymora, she prays to the most followed by extending respects to Jergal, Lathander, Ilmater, Loviatar, and Corellon Larethian too.

Class / Subclass: Warlock (Archfey) / Cleric (Tymora Light Domain)

Instruments of Choice: Humming? Flute?

(She's not really musically inclined.)

Weapons of Choice: Shortbow, Crossbows, Hand Crossbows, Daggers, Staves, Mace, Trident and Shield

Love Interest(s): (She's Polyamorous Semi-Closed)

No randos on a whim, only good friends, basically. She's all about full discloure if she wants to pursue someone new. But she's at a place where she feels rather settled and happy in the polycule she's a part of now. Spouses and lovers are listed in chronological order.

Spouses:

Astarion (Star & You): Their relationship is a rocky one. Both of them have some serious baggage from past trauma. Their respective experiences both help understand one another's more prickly moods and defensive moments. But it sometimes causes problems between them too as they can rub each other raw. Since Anna is a survivor of domestic abuse by her first lover over a decade ago "bite night" and the idea of Astarion feeding off of her is not something she thinks is sexy or enjoys. The first time she permitted it because he said he needed it. Second time again she was trying to figure out if she could tolerate continuing to help keep him in that way. But afterwards she found the courage to admit it deep down bothered her. They settled upon a compromise of sorts. She has no issue with him literally licking her wounds and taking advantage of other opportunities to enjoy her blood that naturally occur. True they bicker like an old married couple often but do love one another greatly. She gifts him sketches and drawings of him and he often gifts her all kinds of treats to indulge her sweet tooth.

Dammon (Sunshine & Hun): Is the one she cuddles with and is the most fiercely protective over, which is warranted given he's only got 8 hp. She does her best to not have favorites and love all her spouses equally but... Dammon she gets along and has the most in common with compared to all the others. They rarely argue and at most lightly tease one another. It's never been bumpy with him only smooth sailing since they realized and acted on their feelings for one another. Their flirting is more honest and sincere. They are very gentle with one another. Both artisans, after the defeat of the Elder brain, they end up spending the most time at home together working side by side while the others all work outside of the home. He with his weapons and armor and her creating and enchanting jewelry as well as some of his stock. Although Dammon can get distracted in a project he's usually the first if not the second to notice if something is bothering her that she's in denial of or is trying to shrug off. Also out of all of her spouses, he's the one who knows how to get her to calm down and check her temper the quickest. Astarion, much to his vexation, still doesn't know how Dammon does this.

Karlach (Beautiful & Wifey): These two can wind one another up and get rather excitable and loud quick. Together they can turn into absolute cussing goofballs much to Dammon, Wyll, and Astarion's woe but usual delight. Even though she's out most of the day when she comes home Karlach has a knack for making up for it and brightening up any evening. I think the only things she and Anna only really quarrel about now are Karlach being a touch messy and Anna "getting too much of a stick up her ass." Do they help one another with their hair, yes. Hair and horn care they all help one another with, it's a bonding thing for all of them. Right behind Dammon, Karlach usually ends up with most cuddles from Anna than anyone.

Lovers:

Wyll (Handsome & Honey): Wyll is honestly more Karlach's main spouse than Anna's or the others. Karlach and he share a deep bond after all the trials they faced in Avernus together. Although Anna and him don't spend much time together they get along well, flirt, and cuddle with one another when they can. Anna has two left feet but with Karlach and Wyll's help, she's getting better at dancing. With Astarion and Karlach, Wyll is often away from home. The trio are deeply engaged in the politics of the city and trying to help manage it. Often this leaves Anna and him only able to write some rather romantic and risqué letters to one another.

Halsin & Shadowheart: We all know Halsin likes to roam and he's not one for the city. So his visits are rare but delightful all the same. It's usually Astarion and Anna who pounce him first to give him a big warm welcome to the city together.

With Shadowheart, she visits a little more often than Halsin does. But usually, Halsin will join her. They're sorta an item as after everything has settled down in Baldur's Gate Shadowheart and her parents decide to follow Halsin to the former shadowcursed lands and work to continue to heal them. Rolan: To put it simply Dammon and her usually do their best to team up to help prevent the wizard from working too hard. All three of them share a business and personal relationship. Both Dammon and Anna sell a majority of their work to Rolan to help keep Sorcerous Sundries stocked with quality enchanted goods. He's in the running to become a fourth spouse for Anna and Dammon.

Please note: that the sex in this polycule is not as wild or as frequent as one thinks. It's more swapping bedmates on occasion than anything. Wyll and Karlach tend to sleep together. Anna and Dammon tend to pair up too when it comes to resting and having sex. Astarion likes to split his time between his spouses and will occasionally go off to visit Sebastian. Shadowheart and Halsin again visit rarely and are warmly welcomed by most. Threesomes and foursomes might happen once every few months. Orgies, more than four participants, are never really planned and might only occur once a year if that.

Did she really screw the Dream Guardian? Technically... um yes. I did not save it, but it still counts according to Steam. Best Friends: Gale, Lae'zel, Jaheira, Alfira and Lakrissa. Personality: Anna can cuss and be blunt as a sailor and get just as loud and excitable as Karlach, but most of the time she's demure and prefers to keep a low profile about strangers. She seems to be kind, polite, and a quiet type of person. One you'd least expect to draw in close, slip a blade into one's ribs, and twist with perfectly calm and collected look. Although she was usually her companion's defacto leader most who met them were unable to tell who was in charge until she stepped forward and started the talking. The kind of intimidation she pulls is all in the eyes and calm actions rather than size or muscles. She rarely uses that method and prefers deception and more charismatic approaches. If there is a problem she tends to grin, bear it, and will try to tackle it herself. Her greatest flaw? She's an expert in bottling up some of her emotions. She struggles with vulnerability and asking for help. But it's something she's working on with the help of her spouses and friends. It also sometimes takes her a while to process her feelings. If she gets upset, angry, or frustrated, she tends to retreat when overwhelmed to sort or cry them out. However, she rarely now spurns any of her spouses or friends who follow to offer comfort or a sympathetic ear to help her resolve an internal or external turmoil.

Bio: There are around two versions of Anna actually. One born on Toril and just your average half-elf artisan warlock. The other is a former human from Earth who woke up in a pod, realized she wasn't in her bed or human anymore, had a tiny freak out but proceeded to suck it up and use her meta knowledge of the game to keep herself and her companions alive. A whole MGIT (Modern Girl In Toril) because I'm a sucker for that troupe and I want to have fun.

Now Earth Anna is a little admittedly self insert-ish. I can't afford to travel and I'm currently not well enough for it so... vacationing in my fan fics. Some things about Anna are based on me and others are not depending on the fic.

Simply put both start off being an artisan warlock half-elf with some emotional baggage that pales in comparison to Astarion's. But it’s enough to help them understand one another better than those who have not been so deeply hurt and controlled.

Before she was abducted Toril Anna was a jeweler in Baldur’s Gate who years earlier secured a pact with an archfey of the Seelie court. Her last name is a pretty common one for humans. Although her human father came from a long line of blacksmiths for decades he served as a Flaming Fist. Anna learned her trade of jewelry-making from her elven mother. What's become of them both is unknown at this time. Anna hopes they fled the city to relatives in Neverwinter.

Her Patron: The assumption they’re from the Seelie court is based on some in-game dialogue we can get when trying to get into the circus. Between you and me I lowkey loath how a Tav or Durge’s patron is barely acknowledged, and we get crumbs of information about them, absolute crumbs.

Toril Anna entered into a pact shortly after fleeing an abusive lover. It was not the best of plans, to just leave him and Baldur’s Gate as fast as possible for another city where she could start over but she feared for her life. How she met her patron one could say was a whole lucky meet-cute story. She literally stumbled over them and profusely apologized. Charmed by her sweet nature, good manners and also finding out why she was in such a hurry, the fey extended to her a bargain to give her power and also taught her how to give her goods a stronger enchantment with a small cost. Now all of Anna’s enchantments always turn out to have a tiny bit of chaos to them but nothing her customers will ever notice… usually.

Unlike Wyll, Anna and her patron have a mostly respectful, sometimes chaotic, very protective, and loving relationship. But it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Anna is well aware fey can be fickle, easily offended, and therefore dangerous. For starters, she suspects her patron is behind her abusive lover’s untimely and grisly demise. Something she found out years later after her patron coaxed her into returning to Baldur’s Gate with assurances that with her new powers, she would not need to leave and she could disappear easily enough in the large city.

Currently, her patron on occasion only asks her to do some odd and seemingly harmless things to set off a little chaos in the world. What seems like a few setups for pranks or displacing a stone from a circle of them in some forest. Some of these things lead to disastrous results but nothing fatal for anyone… usually. Her patron loves chaos like most fey and was tickled pink when she stole the Blood of Lathander mace. Anna is also obligated to help other fey in need from the Seelie court like the pixie in the lamp. Killing fey from the Unseelie court such as hags and redcaps also delights her patron as well.

Thanks for reading this far and bear in mind this is a work in progress. I may or may not edit this a bit more in the future.

[shipcestuous-two]

Tfw you're at work and this old man and woman come in, bickering affectionately the entire time you're helping them. We were making small talk as they were wrapping up. They keep making references to decades ago, so I'm like, oh, an old married couple! I ask how long they've been together, and she goes, "Since he was born. ...He's my brother." We all laugh it off, but it always warms my heart to see siblings who are so close, even when they're probably 70+

jfkajkfjda

So cute!!!

Shipping totally aside, this makes me so happy. I just love siblings as friends/close, especially the later along they are in life.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Love Don't Cost a Thing (19x09)

Ughh... Teddy and Owen are the worst.

Cons:

The thing is, I like drama. I like melodrama. I also like realistic depictions of marital troubles, that's fine. But there's something just oppressively, overwhelmingly negative and exhausting about Owen and Teddy. Especially since we've got the Maggie and Winston drama, then all the shit going on with Simone and Lucas and her boyfriend back in town. There's just too much of everyone being unhappy and in distress and Owen and Teddy take the cake for being the most annoying about it. Grey's has famously funny and enjoyable dinner party episodes, but this one was just insufferable to watch, as Ben and Bailey are forced to witness Owen and Teddy's constant bickering over the Chief of Trauma position.

And not only do we see them snipping about work stuff, we then we see Ben and Bailey snipping about work/family stuff too. Like: leave them out of this! Can't we have one married couple who I don't want to strangle? Ben was the worst for saying he resented Bailey for going back to work! Like, dude, how dare you!

Also, I get that love triangle drama is an inevitability on this show, but Trey just... doesn't have much interesting going on, he seems like a total asshole, with the way he talked about Simone's friends, and putting her on the spot by re-proposing like that. Jeez. Steer clear.

(Obligatory note that I don't like Link/Jo as a romance thing and I wish they'd cut it out. But they're not going to. Sigh.)

Pros:

I still really like our newer resident characters. I like the vibes of them all in the house, eager to throw a party. I like the various relationship vibes, even though some of it might become insufferable before too long.

On the romance front, setting aside all the clusterfucks and drama, we get to check in with Amelia and Kai who seem happy and cute: I love the FaceTime calls, the two of them joking around and eager to be together. Then there's Helm and Yasuda, who seem to have vibes. Would not be mad about that. And Schmitt, one of my favorites... I'm happy for him getting some action! Although I do still wish we'd gotten some sort of more definitive end for Nico and him? Maybe he'll come back and cause more drama at a later point. Who can say. The best part was seeing Helm and Mika dance it out with Lucas: bringing back old traditions! Making me emotional!

In the hospital, we see Blue getting worked up about a young couple who are going to be plunged into serious medical debts due to the wife's cancer. He suggests they get a divorce as that could open them up to more benefits and won't saddle the husband with the debts. The couple have an emotional divorce ceremony in the hospital. I like how Blue was introduced to us as cold and practical and now we see how much he's been through and all the different aspects of his past that have led him here. I also liked that Jules was there for him, and Maggie was sympathetic but still stern about him crossing a boundary with patients.

Link and Jo's subplot felt a little out of left pocket, but I enjoyed them spending time together as friends, and wish Jo wasn't having heart eyes about it all. It was pretty cute, watching Link and Scout hang out with Jo while they delivered a baby. A nice, uncomplicated medical situation where nothing horrible happened to anybody. Poor Link is being targeted by the community for his involvement in his patient's death last week, the beloved football player, and Teddy is having to field questions about what happened, so that seems like it'll continue to haunt us...

And I'll stop there. I know I didn't go into a ton of detail, but suffice to say I'm hanging in there, I'm willing to see where certain things are going, and I'm annoyed about pretty much every relationship currently on the show. Helm and Mika, fall in love and give me something to root for please...

7/10

[pulisicsgirl]

I’m so glad its seeming like it isn’t taking long for Ellie to settle into a new routine 🥺 It breaks my heart that she’s affected by all of this, but I’m happy they were able to take steps to make things as normal for her as possible!!!!

The jersey with “Daddy” printed on the back and Mason’s number 🥺 Absolutely stop it right now or I’ll SOB

Also this is such a small detail, and I don’t know if you even did it on purpose, but I love that y/n almost always crouches down to their level when she talks to Ellie or, in this age, Summer 🥹 I just think that’s such a sweet little thing you’ve added in

You’re kiddinggggggggg the way my jaw dropped when I read that Mae had cheated on Mason 🫢 And with Ellie in the house?!?!?! I’m absolutely appalled

But the fact that Mason really tried his best to just move past it, for his little girl 🥺🥺

“And it won’t matter to her that he has a kid cause if she’s the right one she will love Ellie as if she was her own, you know?” So…. you might say… a bit like… you’re doing now??? 🤭 OH STOP IT, IT LITERALLY SAYS THE SAME THING IN THE NEXT LINE

And Ellie crawling in her lap and just curling into her had me like 🥹😭

Their little interaction after the game had my tummy doing all kinds of flips 🤭 I can already feel the tension starting to bubble up

The little back touch in the kitchen????? it’s my kryptonite

Mason secretly just wanting to be babied a little bit 🥹🥹 I love him sooooo

“In my head it’s always been me saying that to you, but I don’t mind reversed roles every once in a while” SHUT UP RIGHT NOWWWWW 😵‍💫😅

But also I love them bickering and teasing each other like an old married couple 🥰

Also getting to run my hands over his back is THE dream of all dreams

Ughhhh him getting more and more touchy with her????? It’s gonna drive me NUTS 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and her being one of his favourite girls?!?!?!?! I would fold for this man SO fast

The fact that she didn’t even want to take the day off from helping take care of little Ellie 🥺

“And every single one of these thoughts revolved around you.” I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

I hated how he was so worried about her leaving though 🥺 Like obviously this whole situation is really weighing on him, understandably, and now that one [reason has just up and left him, he must be feeling like anyone could at any time 🥺 But I’m glad he had Jaz to talk him down a bit

Ooooooooh ending on a bit of a cliffhanger 🙈🙈 I can’t to see how this story continues to develop!!! You’re amazing, Carlotta!!! 🫶

Author's note: Welcome back! It's crazy, but it's been one week already since I posted chapter I. Let me just say that there's plenty more to come. Enjoy

As always, feedback is very much appreciated. And now, enjoy! 🩷

After two weeks, everything was still a little messy and chaotic, but that was to be expected. Ellie was fine though, she started to settle properly and although she still preferred to be close to either Mason or you, her initial clinginess had died down a little as well. She was back to being that happy girl you knew.

The first week of taking care of Mason’s little daughter by yourself was nearly over and whilst you’d been a bit worried about how Ellie might take it all, everything had been going great.

Ellie had been more than well-behaved, a little sunshine really. Obviously, she was a little sad every time her daddy had to leave in the morning, but as the days had passed and Mason had come back every afternoon, the little one was more relaxed now and she seemed to enjoy the time she got to spend with you.

And today would be the little one’s first time in the stadium. You actually hadn’t known it would be her first game until Mason had told you this morning, that Mae had never really bothered to come and see him play, claiming that she just didn’t enjoy watching them play, so she’d barely been to Old Trafford and then when Ellie came along, it would’ve been – in Mae’s words – too much of a faff.

When you’d told Mason you’d come to cheer him on with Ellie, his eyes had lit up and the bright smile on his face had told you everything about what it meant to him.

“C’mon Ellie, we’ve got to leave now or we’ll be late.”, you called, the kids home shirt with daddy and number 7 printed in bold letters on the back, in your hands and it wasn’t long before the little girl came bouncing down the hallway, an excited smile on her face.

“Daddyyyy!”

“Yeah, we’re going to see daddy.”, you smiled as she all but crashed into your arms. “Want to put your shirt on?”

“Yessss!”

About 40 minutes later, you were embraced in a bearhug by none other than Jaz. “Oh, I missed you, y/n.”

With you by his side him as mental support, Mason had called his parents on the day all hell had broken lose and given them a brief rundown of what had happened. Debbie had immediately offered to come to Manchester, but after he’d been able to reassure her that he wanted to try it with your help first, she’d agreed.

Jaz however had insisted on coming up this weekend. Mason had just rolled his eyes at her, but you knew that she only meant well and just wanted to make sure that her little brother and his daughter were okay and taken care of.

“I missed you too.”, you hummed, before crouching down to the little girl by her side. “And you, too, Sums. You’re all grown up already, wow.”

Summer grinned brightly after kissing your cheek. Mason's niece definitely came second in the ranking of the cutest children, just behind Ellie.

“You girls wanna walk together?”, you asked setting Ellie down. She looked a little hesitant with all the people around, but when you tightly grabbed her small hand in yours and smiled down at her, she nodded.

Jaz had grabbed one of Summer’s hands herself, whilst the two girls in their Mount shirts walked in between the two of you, swinging their intertwined hands as they were talking amongst themselves, and it wasn’t long until you were inside the family lounge.

Ellie had warmed up to the situation and was more than comfortable running around with Summer and playing with the other kids, but you still kept a close eye on her.

“I’d never expected anything like this to happen.”, Jaz sighed suddenly. “I’d always put her down as a responsible person, you know? It’s just…you are friends with her right? Did she erm…say anything?”

“No, I…Mae and I haven’t been friends anymore since their break-up, to be honest. I don’t know what he told you about why he ended things, but it was basically the same reason I ended my friendship with her.”

Mason had never told you whether or not his family knew that Mae had cheated on him three weeks before he’d broken up with her. He hadn’t been supposed to be home that early but a power cut at Carrington had forced them to end the session a little earlier and he’d actually been happy about it, thinking he could go home and warm himself up with a little family cuddle after kicking a ball around in the cold for too long, but when he’d arrived Mae was busy warming herself up with a guy Mason had never seen before.

They’d been going at it in the living room, moaning and screaming as if they’d been alone although their little girl Ellie had been upstairs, crying for her mum.

It had broken Mason’s heart and he’d been furious, but for Ellie’s sake, he’d been willing to try and forgive Mae. You knew he’d tried; he’d really tried and he’d wanted to make it work, but then one evening, he’d knocked at your door, eyes filled with tears and he’d confessed that every time he looked at Mae, he saw the way she’d been moaning for that other guy.

“Oh, I…I didn’t know that. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. It was one of those situations where you just have to choose and well…there was only ever one answer to the question Mason or Mae.”, you smiled, watching Jaz’ expression soften and a smile taking over her features. “He’s my best friend, Jaz and I would’ve never encouraged him to go on a date with her if I hadn’t thought it would work out. When they told me they were expecting little Ellie, I was over the moon for them. They’d talked about getting married and…god I was so sad for him.”

Jaz nodded. “It sounds silly, but for Mase it’s not easy to find someone who’s serious about him. And now with a kid it’s even more difficult.”, she mumbled, running her hand through her hair.

She really looked worried, and you’d love to reassure her, but there wasn’t much you could say. Mason hadn’t been looking for anybody before and now with Ellie living with him, he certainly wouldn’t be any time soon either.

You knew him. He was all focused on his career whilst enjoying his single life every now and then, whilst a serious relationship hadn’t crossed his mind for a while. And you couldn’t blame him for that. After having been cheated on a year ago, you hadn’t expected him to dive head first into something new and whilst you had never been necessarily thrilled about the girls he’d taken home, you’d understood and never interfered. Unless he’d called you and begged you to scare one off when she hadn’t gotten the message.

“I know, it’s never really easy, but the right one for him will come. And it won’t matter to her that he has a kid cause if she’s the right one she will love Ellie as if she was her own, you know?”

Jaz chuckled and nodded, thinking about how you’d basically just perfectly described yourself, but she kept her mouth shut. She’d always thought that you and her brother would be perfect for each other, but as it wasn’t any of her business she’d never said anything.

“On another note, y/n, thank you so much for stepping up and being there for him and Ellie. In times like this it’s even worse for us that he’s so far away and we can’t just come by and help, but knowing you’re here makes it a lot easier. We all appreciate it so much; you have no idea.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Like I said he’s my best friend and I love Ellie, of course I offer my help, Jaz.”, you smiled, when small hands patting your leg interrupted your conversation. “Hello there, my little munchkin.”, you cooed, lifting little Ellie into your lap. She immediately snuggled into your chest and grabbed your hand to play with your fingers.

The two of you kept talking for a little longer, but it wasn’t long until you were eventually outside and looking all over the pitch.

The game itself went pretty well. United won comfortably and the goal Mason had scored had made the four of you cheer loudly in the box. Ellie had been jumping up and down on your legs, repeating the words daddy and goal over and over again until you’d eventually got her settled in your lap again.

“Daddy will be here any second now.”, you reassured Ellie who was getting a little antsy in your hold. You could tell that she started to miss him properly as she hadn’t seen him since yesterday evening. “And then he’s all yours. You’ll get aaaaall the cuddles in the world, and kisses and hugs and maybe if you ask nicely, he’ll get you some ice cream too.”

You tickled her side with your free hand, trying to cheer her up a little as you didn’t want Mason to worry about her and thankfully, he showed up rather quickly. He’d trapped his washbag under his arm, but once he’d reached you, it was quickly abandoned on the table next to you before he took Ellie from you.

“Daddy!”

“Hi baby.” A bright smile took over his face, dimples carving into his cheeks as he nuzzled his nose against his daughter’s. The little girl giggled and tried to hide in her dad’s neck, but he simply followed her, targeting her little button nose for a little longer before smooching her cheek and letting her lean her head against his shoulder. 

“Hello to you too.” Your heart warmed when Mason directed his pretty smile at yours. With his free arm wrapping around your waist, he pulled you into him for a hug.

“Hi Mase. Congrats on your goal, I’m proud of you.”, you smiled, squeezing him a little before you left a kiss on his stubbly cheek. Mason, who wasn’t good at accepting compliments, blushed at your words. “C’mon go say hi to the other two. Summer is dying to see her favourite uncle, and we all want to leave rather soon. I promised them I’d cook for us before heading home so you can unpack and spend some time with Jaz and the tiny devils.”

When you pulled away from him, to push him towards Jaz and Summer, who had her eyes already set on your best friend, Mason gently grabbed you by your elbow, his brown eyes locking on yours. “You sure you don’t mind? You’ve spent all week at mine and haven’t had time for yourself, y/n.”

“Stop worrying, Mase.”, you smiled softly. “I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing. I have tomorrow all to myself in case you remember.”, you laughed, squeezing his hand reassuringly and although Mason didn’t look convinced, he let you push him towards his sister and niece.

-

An hour later, you were all back at Mason’s. Jaz had occupied the living room, playing with Summer and Ellie, whilst your best friend was upstairs, sorting his stuff in his bedroom. After coming back, you’d quickly changed into sweatpants and a matching hoodie and were now working away in the kitchen.

On the way home you’d decided on making spag bol. Not only, because it was a quick and easy meal but also because the kids loved it as much as Mason did. You were about to finish the sauce, when the latter trailed into the kitchen.

“Have you seen Ellie’s pink bottle by chance?”, he asked and as he brushed past you, his hand softly caressed the small of your back. “She’s refusing to use any other.”

“Yeah, it’s up there, I think.”, you nodded towards one of the upper cabinets. “I cleaned it this morning. I think she- Mase!”

A shocked gasp left your mouth as in the moment Mason reached up to grab the bottle, his shirt lifted and revealed a rather large bruise forming on his lower back. Without thinking, you stepped closer to him and pulled the fabric up even further.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You voice was laced with worry as you carefully inspected his bruised skin with the very tips of your fingers, trying not to hurt him.

“It’s from training.”, he shrugged, trying to play it off although it did hurt like a little bitch. “Fell awkwardly on Rasmus’ leg. It’s nothing though, they checked it.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”, you sighed, knowing it probably wasn’t too bad, but you hated when Mason was hurt and you couldn’t do much to help him. “I think I have this gel in my bag, you know, the one they gave me when I injured my shoulder. Let me get that real quick.”

With a pat to his shoulder, you dashed out of the kitchen.

Shaking his head with a fond smile on his lips, Mason chuckled quietly. There was no need for you to go all doctor on him as the medical department at Carrington had stocked him up on gels and whatever would help with the healing process, but he would never tell you that. He liked your caring side way too much for that and whilst he’d never admit it, he also wanted to feel your soft hands on his skin again.

With rosy cheeks, he was startled out of his thoughts when you came back into the kitchen. “Got it. Bend over for me, will you?”

“In my head it’s always been me saying that to you, but I don’t mind reversed roles every once in a while.”, he laughed. Partly to tease you, but mainly to get his head back straight.

“Mason.”, you laughed as you pinched his side in feigned outrage. You knew he was just joking, but your face still turned a deep shade of red.

“Can you blame me? You provided me with the opportunity, don’t blame me for- Ouch! Stop pinching me.”

“Behave then.”, you laughed. “And now stop moving otherwise it really will hurt.”

With one hand, you pushed his shirt up his back and as your gaze once again fell on the colourful bruise, a deep sigh escaped your lips. It didn’t look good at all. Carefully, to avoid causing him more pain, you applied a thin layer of the gel all over his affected skin, apologising ever so often when his tiny hisses and groans could be heard in the kitchen.

Mason’s eyes had fallen shut the moment your warm hands had touched his back and the longer you kept going the more difficult it became to hide the shivers rolling up his spine. Your gentle touch was relaxing, and it was way too early when you squeezed his sides and told him you were done.

 “You really need to take care of yourself, Mase.”, you told him, gaze lingering on the way the muscles danced under his skin as he straightened up again.

“I promise you, I will.” Mason pressed his lips softly to your forehead in an attempt to reassure you once he’d turned around. “Thank you, y/n.”

You would’ve loved to keep him around, but Ellie calling for him had him pulling away from you. He grabbed the bottle, filled it with water and padded back into the living room, leaving you and your thoughts alone in the kitchen.

It hadn't even been a whole week, but Ellie and you had become very attuned to one another. She trusted you and liked being around you, she was happy and always up to whatever you proposed, whilst you’d figured out quickly which things she liked and preferred to do.

Juggling the job and the little one had turned out to be surprisingly easy too. Mason had set up an office for you on the same floor as Ellie’s bedroom so you could keep an eye on her without having to be with her all the time and she had the chance to come see you whenever she wanted or needed to.

You loved it. Not just the time with Ellie though, but also the time you got to spend with Mason. Of course, the two of you had spent time together before too, but with him being incredibly busy and having to share the time between rather lots of people, it had been nowhere near as much as right now.

In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d cooked and had dinner together and now that you got to see him this often, you realised you hadn’t cherished the time before enough.

Deep in thoughts, you didn’t notice Mason coming back into the kitchen, so you nearly jumped out of your skin the moment he brushed up right behind you, hands settling on your hips.

The way he was so touchy with you made you a little shy and you had to remind yourself that it was just Mason and there was no reason to get all blushy.

“I forgot to ask what you’re making.”, he mumbled, his chin propped up on your shoulder to catch a glimpse of what was in the pots right in front of you. “Is it spag bol?”

You could literally hear his childlike excitement when he’d made sense of all the ingredients and when you nodded, he wiggled his head happily before pecking your cheek quickly. “Looks and smells amazing, love.”

And because he was as cheeky as they come, he didn’t miss the opportunity to try and dip his finger into the sauce, but you knew him well enough to anticipate his next move, so before he could actually burn himself, you pushed his hand away.

“It’s hot Mase.”, you giggled at the pout you could spot from the corner of your eye. “Don’t you have anything to do? Places to be? Anything?”

Mason just laughed at your attempt to shoo him away and nodded. “I’ll see what my other favourite girls are doing then.”, he told you. Squeezing your waist, he dropped a kiss to the top of your head before leaving you on your own; your flushed cheeks from the way he’d referred to you as his favourite girl going entirely unnoticed by him.

You quickly finished the spaghetti before calling everyone to come sit down. Unsurprisingly, Ellie and Summer were the first to beg for Jaz and Mason to put them into their seats and the moment you filled their plates with pasta and Bolognese, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

“Pagetti!”, Summer screeched, nearly jumping out of her seat the moment Jaz reached for her plate to cut the pasta in smaller bits.

You looked up from filling the remaining plates when Mason’s sweet voice had you looking up. “Is that yummy, Ellie?”, he asked, watching the way his daughter dipped her finger into the sauce on her plate, whilst Mason cut the spaghetti and when the little one hummed and nodded in agreement, he looked up to you with a soft smile.

You blushed, but smiled back at him before focusing on putting pasta onto your plate as well and sitting down opposite of him and Ellie.

*

The next day was your so-called day off. After the game the day before, Mason – and the rest of his team obviously – had been given the day off. You’d protested a little when he had told you that you should take the day for yourself to recover from the week, but in the end he’d got his way.

After finishing some chores, all you’d been doing was lounging on the sofa and making your way through several Netflix films and series. You’d even ordered yourself some food as the laziness had been too strong and now that you were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, eyes growing a little heavy, you realised that you’d actually needed this day off.

Not that you hadn’t enjoyed spending time with Ellie and in the evenings with Mason too, but until you’d laid down a couple of hours ago, you hadn’t noticed just how exhausted you actually were.

Whilst you were enjoying the quiet time all by yourself, Mason and Jaz had taken the kids for a little walk. The two girls were walking in front, giggling away and trying to find some pretty flowers to pick, whilst Mason was indulged in his thoughts.

And every single one of these thoughts revolved around you.

In the last two weeks, you had always been by his side. When he’d gone to training? You’d been there. When he’d come home from training? You’d been there. After his game? You’d been there. You’d become a reassuring constant and while he actually really liked it, he couldn’t help but feel like he was becoming too dependent on you.

“Penny for your thoughts?”, Jaz asked, already suspecting something was up and when her brother released a deep sigh, it was proof enough for her.

“This is gonna make me sound insane.”, he huffed, kicking a pebble to the side of the path, but deep down he knew that his sister would never judge him. Maybe give him a bit of a talking to, but not more. “y/n is really amazing, you know? With Ellie obviously, but also in the way she supports me. Like when I get back home, she’s done all these things like cooking and tidying up already, so I get to spend time with my trouble on two legs.”

Mason kicked another pebble when he gave himself a moment to figure out how to voice his worries.

“It’s been just two weeks and I already feel like I can’t do anything without her. Not because she wouldn’t let me, but because it’s normal that she’s there and part of our lives and it’s just…what if I get too dependent on her? Until Ellie can go to nursery it’ll take a while and…I don’t know it’s just worrying me. Like even today it feels weird that y/n isn’t here, you know?”  

Jaz just smiled, her heart filled with warmth because she knew that despite the worries plaguing him right now, he had you, the most wonderful best friend anyone could ever ask for, by his side. She knew, no matter what, he’d always find you having his back and fighting his corner.

“That’s okay, Mase.”, she began, touching his arm in reassurance. “y/n has been there since all normality disappeared from your everyday life. Of course, it feels like you could never do it on your own because, let's face it, it would be incredibly stressful, but deep down you know that if you had to, you could manage without her. Just with a lot more sacrifices.”

“I know, it’s just that…it’s difficult to explain but…what if I depend too much on her? Like she has her own life and stuff going on and all she does right now is taking care of Ellie and me and…what if…what if she…erm…”

“What if she leaves, you mean?”, Jaz asked softly.

“Yes.” His voice was quiet and a little shaky, hesitant in confessing his deepest fear and her heart broke for her little brother. The whole situation had obviously taken a toll on him and on top of that he was worrying his best friend could leave him.

“I understand that, Mase.”, she sighed. “But if you ask me, you don't have to worry about that. She's your best friend and yes, maybe she didn't realise the extent of it when she offered to help, but I can't imagine her just running away. I've seen how she deals with Ellie, how she cares and how much she loves her.”, Jaz squeezed her little brother’s arm a little. “But of course, I can't promise you anything. Don’t you have another day off tomorrow? You should talk to her, you know? Be honest with her, tell her about your worries and then you can go from there together, okay?”

Mason gave it a little thought, unsure if he could actually be that honest with you and tell you how terrified he truly was, but he knew he had to. For Ellie’s sake.

“You’re probably right. Thanks Jaz.”

“That’s okay.”, she smiled. “And if you don’t want it to continue like this you know that you have us, and we’ll step up. Mum and Dad already said they’d move to Manchester until Ellie can go to nursery, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Thank you. Honestly, thank you, Jaz.”

Mason pulled his sister into a tight hug and the realisation that no matter what would happen, he had all of his family by his side was reassuring enough to find the bravery to send you a quick text.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened your chat, chuckling quietly as his gaze fell on the name he’d saved you under. You were a happy person; a smile was almost all the time grazing your lips and lighting up your beautiful face, but above all, you giggling was his favourite sound in the world.

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idk much about fontaine, though I did see the trailer but for now I'm just like. Vibing.

I kinda want tighnari if I'm honest he's cute and also having another dendro would be good (I have Yao Yao and collei, cause abyss,

I pulled characters I wanted sort of by luck without really aiming at it like when I first started playing and pulled bei dou and ningguang on accident, because I didn't know how primogems worked and saved up a decent amount (that was so gay of them actually to show up together lmao). I pulled for tohma because hes my boy and for now I am very happy with what I have (got razor in that same time which I didn't expect but am very happy about cause he uses a two-handed weapon and also electro which is my fave element and is also a wolfboy)

So yeah. I don't actually know, I might try for alhaitham when he shows up again and kaveh (cause yeah I'm one of those people. I am not immune to bickering old married couple vibes), but it's far away for now and idk. I'll see how the wind blows or whatever the saying is

I rambled on huh. so yeah. also thank you for the offer of help I might take you up on it sometime later. I am in eu but our timezones are still pretty different and I'm currently starting a three day shift so I'll be out like a light when it's evening for me and somewhere in the day for you, so yeah. we'll see. Thank you though again it's very sweet of you!!!

❤💛

same!! trying very hard to avoid leaks, but for now i'm vibing with neuvillette. i don't know what his deal if, if he's gonna be good, if i'll even be able to use him, but rn i have my heart set on him.

maybe it has to do with fyodor from bsd being his english va. Whooo knows

wishing as a newbie is a lot of fun because when you don't have a really good understanding of the system, you just pull for fun. even standard's great fun in the beginning

i have kaveh and alhaitham, and if i ever get a solid electro character that isn't a bow user (i can only handle one bow user per team... Charged attacks characters are not my favorite, but i will learn properly for tighnari), they'd be able to make a good team. in my head anyway

alhaitham is a very fun to play, so if you have the primos i'd definitely recommend him. and if your cousin gets her yae miko, that's 50% of a g-d tier team right there. kaveh was SO tough to get, i think i got him after like 70 pulls on the baizhu banner where he was featured 😭 a good investment tho because i had him as a main from that day till the day i pulled kazuha. through sheer force of will, anyone can be a good main

and of course, any time! work that changes your entire schedule is awful, just had my own two 5am starts, but i hope you made it through your shifts!

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Jealous, Love? | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

Jealous, Love? | Sherlock x Fem!Reader [Rated 18+]

| a smut fic

| 3772 words

| RATED 18+. PWP; porn with some plot. light BDSM, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking

| NOTE: HELLO! this one's a sherlock smut one. and it's long like sherlock's 🍆! i loved writing this and yeah i hope you do too. AS WARNING AS I ALWAYS DO; this is a smut fic, so if it's not for u and if u shouldn't be reading this, please stay away. comments, hearts, REBLOGS are greatly appreciated! actual content after the 'keep reding' cut!

“Honestly, if you two want people to stop suspecting you’re a gay couple, you need to stop bickering like an old married couple. You’re definitely worse than Mrs. Turner’s tenants.” your voice echoed through the living room of 221B. You plopped down the worn sofa and the two men finally stopped their heated discussion.

“I’m not gay, Y/N. I don’t know about him though.” John joked and hugged you briefly before offering you a cuppa.

“Oh, I know you’re not gay, John. And I’m definitely not so sure about Sherlock.” you winked at the curly-haired man and in response, he rolled his eyes at you, deeming it useless to reply to your remark with a sarcastic one. Sherlock turned away, focusing back on the case files scattered on the table. John served tea and you settled on one of the chairs, making yourself comfortable.

You took a sip of tea before asking what’s the latest case about. Sherlock was all too happy to indulge you. The suspect was a rich and grimy criminal, holding multiple suspicions of theft and sexual assault charges. The case was plain as day, Sherlock managed to crack it within a day, but he took the case nonetheless, he couldn’t pass up the challenge. Now, the criminal was smart to outrun the authorities, he was never caught. Sherlock emphasized he was a ‘filthy bastard’. You snickered at his label.

“So, what’s the problem?” you asked. John sighed as Sherlock suggested the blogger should break it to her.

“He wants you to be the bait.” John sighed heavily and you know he’s against that plan. You and John were fond of each other, treated each other as siblings, and this is him being protective of you.

“Bait?” you reiterated just so you could clear it out what it entails. Sherlock sat in font of you and crossed his legs.

“I need you to seduce him, get a confession out of him.” Sherlock said as if it was the most normal thing to say. You looked at him and squinted your eyes at him.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this. We’ll come up with a better plan, Sherlock’s idea is totally rubbish—” John said but you cut him off.

“I’ll do it.” you said with a smirk. Sherlock raised his eyebrow at you, obviously annoyed and you know the very reason why. He doesn’t want you to agree.

“What? Y/N, it’s not safe. This is just Sherlock’s idea of a sick joke…” John trailed off, and you shrugged.

“Why not? It’ll help you solve this case quicker; you can stamp a big ‘SOLVED’ on the case folder. Besides, it could be fun, just like those spy films we watch? You know, like Charlie’s Angels?” you giggled. Suddenly, Sherlock stood up, buttoned up his jacket and started to pace around the room.

“Here’s his schedule. Let’s work out your moves.” Sherlock said and grabbed another folder, tossing it on the coffee table in front of you. The two of you started to discuss the specifics, then John excused himself, saying his farewell as he needs to pick up Rosie from the daycare. When John was finally out of the door, Sherlock abruptly closed the folder, blocking your view from the criminal’s schedule.

“I know what you’re doing.” he said, his voice tough and commanding. You know that voice so well.

“Do you, Sherlock?” you leaned forward.

“I do. And I’m telling you, it’s not going to end well. Especially for you.���

“Then why suggest it in the first place? Oh my god, are you actually concerned for me?” you smirked at him and he scowled.

“Again, my idea of a sick joke. Didn’t know you’d take the challenge. And no, I’m not. If I’m actually concerned for you, I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place.” he said, his voice fading as he went towards the window.

“You’re spinning in circles here, Sherlock. What do you really want me to do?” you stepped closer to him, invading his space. He turned and looked at you, taking a moment to just breathe in your sight; hair shining against the morning light, bright and challenging eyes, and soft pink lips.

He doesn’t want you to do it. He can’t bear to watch you galivant around and do nasty things with that slimy bastard. He doesn’t want to see you with another man, because you, you’re all his. He’s the only one who should touch you and bring you to heaven and back, and you feel all the same.

Your relationship with him was not conventional. But who cares about that, it’s the 21st century already. Sex. That’s it. The two of you enjoy copious amount of sex. Behind close doors, of course. What the two of you have is a secret. As time moved on, you developed fondness and maybe a little bit of sentiment for him. And him, just the same. He’ll deny it for all he wants, of course, but he feels something for you, something more than just what the two of you have. He’ll never say it out loud, but you can feel it in his secret touches and stolen kisses.

“I don’t want you to do it, but you should. I’m saying I’m not going to like it.” he finally said, then brushed a stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You gave him a small smile and traced the lapel of his jacket, before placing your hand on his chest. He cupped your jaw and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly.

When the kiss broke, you looked up at him and said, “I’m not going to like it either, but the things we do for the greater good, right?” In reply, he gave you a small nod before kissing your temple. He walked away and offered you tea. It was going to be fun, indeed.

As weeks progressed, the plan did too. You’ve successfully managed to ‘seduce’ Vincent, the slimy and filthy bastard who preys on women and steals paintings for fun. How did the police not manage to capture the man, you have no idea. Maybe Sherlock was right after all, they were right out idiots.

You began to spend more time with Vincent. Almost every night you were out with him, dancing in some club or having dinner at hotels. But nothing happened of course, that’s just it. You’ve always turned down his advances, promising to save it on the night of the ball. Sherlock on the other hand, was playing pleased with your progress. You were actually helping the case; he’ll give you that. But then, deep inside, he wasn’t at all happy to hear your stories about dinner dates and club hopping. His imagination would run wild and it drove him up the wall. He silently hoped it would all be over.

Ah yes, the Mayfair Charity Ball. It wasn’t listed on his schedule as it was an all-of-a-sudden invitation. You agreed to be his date and busied yourself on that afternoon to pamper yourself. By seven in the evening, you were dressed to the nines, wearing a deep red gown, black heels, and flawless makeup. You walked around the crowded room; your hand loosely tucked on your partner’s arm. Sherlock wasn’t aware of the event, and how wrong of you to think of that when you spotted his mop of curly hair in the corner of the dancefloor.

You sticked with Vincent for the majority of the night, dodging his drinks and winking at him whenever he suggested that the two of you will have all night to romp in the sheets. Internally, you gagged whenever he said something about that. The band started the song and the dance commenced. You and Vincent swayed around. He was drunk, and it’s an understatement. As the third song came to its crescendo, Vincent said something that finally closed the case.

“I’ll tell you something, darling. All they’re saying were true. Women are just playthings for me. When I’m done with them, I give them reasons to leave, I hurt them. But it’s all fine now, innit? They can’t catch me. And you, my darling, you’re different. I’m not going to hurt you; I want to keep you.” he said, the last words falling from his lips, you smirked.

Across the room, Sherlock spotted the two of you and his anger was starting to bubble. You, being you, provoked him. You leaned in closer to Vincent and whispered something in his ear. Your eyes locked gaze with Sherlock before you kissed Vincent’s jaw, leaving a red kiss mark. Sherlock watched the scene and closed his fist. He glared at you, keeping his gaze on you. The song finally ended, you and Vincent broke apart. You excused yourself and went towards the ladies’ room. It was surprisingly empty. You quickly did your business but before you could leave, Sherlock closed the door and locked it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said and leaned against the door.

“That’s just acting, Sherlock. You should know that.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Really? Not letting me know about this ball is also acting? You’re a rubbish actor, Y/N.”

“Oh my god, Sherlock. Are you jealous?” you said, faux surprised.

“I’m not jealous, Y/N.”

“Oh! You so are!” you pointed at him. Sherlock caught your wrist and spun you around, pinning you against the bathroom door. All of a sudden, you could feel him everywhere. His gentle but firm grasp on your wrist, his cologne, his breath against your ear, and the growing tightness in his slacks against your thigh.

“Why would I be jealous, Y/N? I know I’m the only one who could touch you like this.” he whispered in your ear. You closed your eyes and you could feel his hand travel down your gown. He hitched up the hem of your gown up to your thigh and his hand left a burning blaze across your skin. He found your lace underwear and pushed it aside, then taking you by surprise, he slipped his middle finger inside you. Slowly and surely, he massaged your walls while you contained your whimpers.

“I’m the only one who could make you scream, love.” he growled in your ear, before biting your earlobe. The sensation made you grip on his bicep, your grip almost too desperate.

With only his middle finger fucking you, you can’t help yourself feel the familiar build-up of your orgasm. His voice wasn’t helping too. He was relentless. Sherlock wanted to take you to the edge, but just right at the edge. At that point where you’ll beg him to fuck you so hard that the secret that you two had would be revealed. The neighbors would find out that the two of you were fucking after all, and how did they find out? You screamed down the flat with Sherlock’s name. That’s what he wanted.

As you approach your orgasm, Sherlock abruptly stopped his ministrations. He pulled out his finger out of you and tugged your underwear down your legs. You tried to draw him close, hungry for friction, but he pulled away. He stuffed your underwear in his pocket, and sucked off his middle finger. Right then and there, you would’ve come so hard and so blindingly fast. But you stood frozen against the door, panting and wanting for more. Expecting for a kiss, he leaned in your ear instead and whispered, “See you at home, love.” One last wink, he went outside and closed the door.

With a triumphant smirk painted on his lips, Sherlock coolly walked around the party before settling to stand in a corner to contact Lestrade. With the arrangements of the arrest made, before the commotion could start, he left. Sherlock left the event. His coat collar turned up and his scarf wound around his pale neck. The walk was long enough so he could process his thoughts, especially his feelings for you.

To say he is confused is an understatement. You. You made him feel unexplainable things, and not only chemicals felt during arousal and attraction. You caused a riot between his mind and his heart and he was getting tired of it. For once, he decided he’ll give into what he really wants.

He wants you. Just you.

He wants to see you smile, feel and hear your laugh. And he wants to be the sole cause of that. He wants you, anytime and anywhere. He wants to see you and feel you before he drifts of to sleep, and he wants you to be the very first face he sees in the morning.

He wants you, big time.

And seeing you with another man made him angry. It also made him feel helpless, like his gut was being sucker punched repeatedly. With this, he wants to put a stop on your rendezvous, finally hold your hand and call you his.

It was around midnight when you arrived at 221 Baker Street. You quietly trudged up the stairs, hoping the detective would be asleep. But there he was in the living room, standing immaculate in his suit, his bowtie untied and hanging loosely on his neck. As if he was waiting for you.

“What was that all about, Sherlock?” you hissed at him, seething in anger and pent-up arousal.

“I just wanted to remind you, Y/N.” he replied, turning to face you. The light from the fireplace highlighting his features.

“Remind me what exactly, Sherlock? That I’m yours? You think all that sex we had equates to a relationship of sorts, Sherlock? Fuck, no. You know what, I’m done.” you put up your hands, in gesture of defense. You too, you were tired of screwing and fooling around. You want to stop this ridiculous game you two were playing.

“And I’m done too, Y/N. Let’s stop this bullshit.” he said, his voice piercing through you. He rarely cursed, so you know he’s serious. You misunderstand and so, with a sharp inhale, you backed against the wall, looking for the door handle to make your leave. He stopped you, pacing to your spot and gently grasping your wrist.

“Let’s do this properly this time, Y/N. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.” he gazed at you, gauging your response. You watched each other’s pupils blow in desire and hear each other’s breath hitch. Sherlock took in the speed of your pulse; he could feel your heartbeat thrum in his fingers. And you could hear his heartbeat, pounding loudly, almost as if it is trying to break out of his ribcage.

You made the first move, answering him with a searing kiss. He responded in the same passion, cupping your jaw while you wrapped your hands around his arms. The two of you stumbled further into the hallway, the kiss getting more and more heated in every stumbling step. Sherlock guided you into his room, closing the door shut with his foot. He caught your bottom lip, sucked it before breaking the kiss for a breather.

“I want you. So much.” he whispered against your lips, then planting his forehead against yours.

“And you have me, Holmes. Ever since you fucked the living daylights out of me.” you giggled. He gifted you his throaty chuckle and connected his lips with yours.

You managed to chuck of his jacket, it landed on the floor. Soon followed his tight white shirt. The two of you ended on the bed with him above you. Hands feeling and breathings hard and fast. Sherlock can’t decide if he should fuck you in your pretty dress, he loved feeling the material on your skin and his. But he chose to tug off the straps of your gown, he found that little tie the bound the dress to your body and in one swift hand movement, you were naked lying on his bed, save for your heels. Suddenly, his pants got too uncomfortable.

Feeling incredibly sexy under his gaze, you started to touch yourself. You bit your lip and traced light circles on your sensitive flesh. It was such a sight and Sherlock couldn’t take it anymore. Finally free of any clothes, Sherlock fished out his discarded bowtie and held it up. He raised his eyebrow at you in silent confirmation and you nodded. He crawled up to your body, leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach. He massaged your breasts, pinching and twisting your peaked nipples. He took one into his mouth and you arched your back, your hands holding on to the sheets and onto his hair.

Sherlock let out a groan, your hands on his head caused a shiver to run down his spine. He wanted more and so he switched to your other breast, treating it with the same affection. Then he sat up and grabbed his bowtie. You offered your wrists and he made a quick work of binding your hands together. He helped you to a more comfortable position, you gripped the sheets above your head, anticipating for more.

Sherlock never wanted this moment to end, he wanted this scene of you and him painted and framed, posted on the walls of your room in his Mind Palace. He slowly lowered himself to you, body to body for a second. He held your hips and positioned it against his. You wrapped legs around his waist, then you felt him. He teased you at first and moans escaped yours and his lips.

Sherlock guided his cock inside your cunt and groaned in relief. You were so warm, so tight and so wet, and it was all for him. For a moment it made his head spin. He pulled back and he could feel your heels dig touch his ass. It was painfully delicious. He pushed himself inside you, deeper this time and your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, that’s so deep.” you gasped. He kissed you and braced himself on the bed so he could properly time and angle his thrusts. One hand on the bed, one hand on your hips, Sherlock began to make love to you.

With your hands tied, all you could do was watch him, moan and curse, and clench your muscles around him. You gazed at his flexing muscles and his face etched in pleasure. His jaw slack and nostrils flaring, breathing heavy, and his hair falling and curling on his forehead. Sometimes he would kiss you and let out a sharp ‘fuck’ every time he felt you contract around him so tight. Such vision to behold. He angled your hips, bringing your legs on his shoulders and that sent him deeper into you. This time, he varied his thrusts, instead of thrusting in and out of you, he moved his hips up and down and that hit the spot, every time. You writhed in pleasure and soon, Sherlock brought out your first orgasm out of you.

You screamed as you felt your sudden orgasm flow through your body, ecstasy coursing through you. Sherlock slowed his thrusts and let you ride out your high. Panting and sweating, Sherlock watched you while he brought your legs from his shoulders. Planting kisses on your legs and finally removed your high heels. Then he untied his bowtie from your wrists, placing a kiss on your hand. As you caught your breath, you also caught the mischievous glint in his eyes. He wasn’t done with you.

“Got your breath back?” he asked, and kissed the pulse point on your neck.

“I think so.” you grinned at him and stole a kiss.

“Good, ‘cause I want to try something.” he replied and helped you into a kneeling position. He directed you to kneel on a certain side of the bed, that side that faced his closet, that side that faced the mirror. There you could see yourself, and looked beautifully fucked.

He positioned himself behind you and sat back on his haunches. He pumped his dick a few times before he let you sink into him. A different position, a different angle. This time, you know you’ll come just after a few seconds. He was buried into you balls-deep and you feel him poke that spot.

The two of you moved in synchrony; you lifting your hips and sitting back down on his length, and him thrusting up to meet you. With your hands free to roam, you brought your arm and linked it on his neck, making you arch your back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet like this.” Sherlock gasped in your ear. He let his hands wander too. You saw in the mirror how his graceful hands mapped your body, caressing your skin. One hand gripped your hips, guiding your thrusts, while his other hand stayed on your belly. He pressed on that spot where his cock is and you felt gloriously full. You shrieked in surprise.

“You feel that love? That’s me, deep inside you.” he said. Pressing into that spot once more.

“Oh god, Sherlock. I’m coming!” you cried.

“Come on, love. Come for me. Let’s come together.” he whispered harshly. He double timed and gave more force into his thrust. Every time he entered you and slid through your walls, you moaned.

“Now! Y/N, come with me!” he grunted and you finally felt warm liquid coat your walls. You came just in time, squeezing his cum out of his cock into your cunt. You felt every twitch of his cock and Sherlock felt every spasm. He held you against his body, steadying you. Helping you not fall into the bed and become a trembling mess. He traced your shoulder with kisses as you ran your hands on his thighs, helping each other to calm down.

“What just happened?” you giggled.

“I believe we just had the ‘we’re now a couple’ type of sex.” he chuckled.

“Oh, Sherlock, you’re such a romantic.” you laughed, and held up his hand to place a kiss on his knuckle.

“Only for you, love.” he said, his sweet baritone voice vibrated through him and you. He placed a kiss on your temple and hummed.

Against your back, you could feel his heartbeat and his slick skin. And never, never in your life, you felt safer and more loved than in his arms, in his presence. You smiled to yourself at the thought. Sherlock sharply drew in a breath, released it, and smiled. You saw his smile in the mirror. The two of you looked so well fucked but all the same happy, and finally free from restrained love.

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