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Investigations of the Heart Ch.5

A Neve X Informant!Reader fanfic

CW: this is a spicy chapter! (And my first attempt at one too so please don’t be too mean🩵) Things include fingering, ice play, restraints, oral, marking, and some light D/S themes

Ch.word count: ~1.3

Total word count: ~7.3

Eager and obedient you begin to carry her back down the hall to her room, neither of you seeming to have the ability to take your mouth off the other. About halfway there one of your hands finds it’s way to the front of her shirt and begins to unbutton it, exposing more of warm silk soft skin for you to greedily taste like a woman who’s been starved her whole life. Nipping around the swell of her chest coaxes another soft moan from Neve as she tightens her legs around your waist and grinds against your stomach. Her hands slip through your hair and grip it tight before pulling your head back to look up and taking a heated kiss that has you leaning against the doorframe for balance. One of her hands slides from your hair and down to push against your chest in an effort to make you keep moving you can’t help but follow, only making it a few steps back before falling onto the bed with her now straddling you with a hungry look in her eyes.

As she shrugs off her shirt you find yourself mesmerized by every shallow curve and inch of smooth skin being bathed in the golden light of the sun. Reaching out you rest your hands on her waist and slowly slide them up along her sides, stopping to cup her breasts and begin to tease their stiff buds dragging a groan out of her as she leans forward to bite at your neck hard enough to mark.

“Mm this body is mine now Trouble,” she sighs and pulls your shirt open to trail more dark marks along your neck, chest, and stomach. “You’re ok with that right? Belonging to me is such a privilege~” You nod, back arching with every proof of ownership she leaves on you until she pauses at the top of your pants. “I need you to use your words baby,” she clarifies and places a kiss on your waist, “especially before I leave you unable to use that pretty mouth of yours to speak.”

“Y-Yes,” it almost comes out of you in a whine, “my body is yours Neve.” She smiles and slowly slides off everything else you had on at once exposing your soaked pussy and kisses just above it to tease you. Her soft lips pressing close to your heat make you shift to try and get her mouth just a little lower.

“That’s a good girl,” she teases and presses you down by your hips, “and don’t worry, I’ll get to that soon enough. But first I’ve got to do one little thing” The devious look that she gives would be worrying were you not too focused grinding on her thigh for relief. Leaning over you she takes both wrists in one hand and pins them above your head before burying her face in your neck to nip and kiss. Her free hand begins to slide up and tease your sensitive breasts, coaxing out another moan as you try and reach to take hold of something. It’s then you feel something cold begin to form around your hands and realize Neve’s frozen them above your head. “There we go, now all you have to do is lay there and look pretty while I enjoy taking you apart~.”

You twist and squirm against your cold restraints to no avail earning only an amused chuckle from the woman now kneeling between your thighs. She eyes your unmarred legs greedily before leaning in to trail hungry marking bites and kisses starting at each knee and following the inside of your thighs as she slowly, finally, pushes two of her fingers in your slick needy folds. You let out breathy moan as she begins to pump those fingers in a smooth slow practiced motion and she teases your sensitive clit with her tongue. Your back arches off the bed and you’d wrap your legs around her head had she not been holding them open with her free hand, it’s been too long since you’ve had anyone down there other than yourself and Neve certainly knew what she was doing.

She begins curling her two fingers inside you and adds a third to stretch you out, making stars dance in your eyes as your thighs begin to shake on their own accord. “Getting so close already?” She asks in that teasing tone of hers, “let’s see if we can’t cool this heat and drag you out longer.” You couldn’t ask how even if you wanted before you feel her pressing a small piece of ice up against your clit. The shock of cold as her fingers go still rips a gasp from your lungs as you try to recoil away only to be held firmly in place by two more blocks of ice now encasing your feet as well. “Shhh relax pet,” she croons and slides her bare chest up along your body to lavish your sensitive nipples in her mouth as her fingers begin to slide along the inside of you once again.

You whimper and feel the building of pressure getting too much to hold in as she picks up her pace and rubs the melting ice into the inside of your thigh in slow circles. Nipping and sucking your boobs hungrily as she grinds against the hand inside you like it was her strap and orders you, “Go on, come apart for me~”

Unable and unwilling to defy her, you let go. Shaking thighs tensing as you cry out and tighten on her still pumping fingers, riding out the crashing waves of your climax. “Suuuch a good girl,” she whispers in reassurance with maybe a bit of awe in her voice, “you did so good for me baby.” She slowly pulls out of you and cleans her fingers one by one, savoring your sweet pussy juices like they were even better than the finest wine. “I shouldn’t get to indulge in this just on my own,” she smirks before leaning down and kissing you, the taste of yourself lingering on her tongue as you devour each other’s mouths. She lets out a satisfied hum as she pulls away, a line of spit or maybe cum trailing thinly between you for a moment. Straddling your stomach she reaches over and releases the ice holding you in place and letting you go limp underneath her as she then shifts to your side and pulls you into her arms.

“Everything ok Trouble? Feeling good?” She asks quietly, stroking your hair and holding you close. You manage a nod and weak little whimper of receding bliss before burying your face in her chest and sighing contentedly. “Mmm I’m glad you seem to have had as good a time as I did,” she continues and plans a soft kiss on the top of your head, “take your time coming back to me Trouble, no need to push that kind mind of yours and strain your gorgeous body. You looked so good coming apart on me, I’d give the world up on a job if that’s what it takes to see again.” She couldn’t see the blush covering your face at her kind yet heated words, you’d probably do the same for a repeat of the last 24 hours if not more.

You try to answer but the exertion catching up with you is too much still, words fail and it's all you can do to get a giddy contented hum out and try to burrow further into her like a needy puppy. “Aww you're so cute,” she laughs and pets you, “just relax now and let things come back on their own. And don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere until you’re ready.” You nod again in understanding and try to slowly restart your body and mind to a functional level, the pressure of her body against yours and mind touches becoming an anchor for you to slowly work off of.

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Investigations of the Heart Ch.4

A Nevexinformant!reader slow burn fanfic

Chapter Word count: ~1.5k

Total count: ~5,980

The sun filtering through the curtains stirs you from a deep dreamless slumber. Groaning sleepily you shift away from the warm rays between the most comfortable sheets you’ve ever felt in your life. It’s strange though, you don’t remember ever having silk sheets let alone a bed this plush. Then it all hits you like last night's runaway cart; memories of your date with Neve, the chase through the city, drinking two bottles of wine between the two of you, the taste of Neve’s mouth on your own with her in your lap, and the mother of all headaches to prove none of it was a dream. A louder groan of pain escapes past your lips as you try to open your eyes and prop yourself up on your elbows. It’s a little fuzzy and way too bright nut you can just make Neve’s blurry figure out in the doorway with what might be a mug and a cup but you aren’t quite sure. She walks over and kneels down next to the bed before speaking softly with the most kindness and care you’ve heard in a while. 

“Morning Trouble, figured you’d feel pretty rough this morning so I brought you some water and a couple meds to help ease the hangover. Take your time getting up ok? There’s no need to push yourself, you’re more than welcome in my room and neither of us have any plans today to rush off to.” She sets the glass on the end table next to you along with the meds before heading back towards the door, “If you need anything I’ll just be down the hall to the right in my study ok?”

You give a small nod of understanding and she turns the corner out of sight, the sound of her prosthetic fading down the hall as you close your eyes and begin to try gathering your scattered thoughts. After taking a moment to still your head you take another to still your fluttering heart. Not only did she come to check on you at the first couple sounds, and bring you water with some pain killers, And offer further care should you need anything, but she let you sleep in her room! You normally have a tendency to spread out in your sleep and she didn’t seem like somebody who’d been prodded or hit with an errant limb in the middle of the night so she probably slept elsewhere. You have to make this up to her somehow, especially if things continued after that kiss only for you to go and steal her bed for yourself.

You feel the heat of a blush returning and quickly down the water and meds to hopefully cool off at least a little internally. Sitting up with your back leaning against the headboard you let out a sigh, “Spirits girl, what are we gonna do for this angel of a woman you’ve gotten us entangled with? Clearly the detective gig pays pretty well so even if the tips are good for a solid week she doesn’t need the coin as thanks, that and there’s not enough money in the realms to equate the worth of last night’s adventure.” Then an idea hits, it works as both a show of gratitude and something you want to do for both of your safety. You stumble a bit getting to your feet and have to brace yourself on the bed post as the room spins at a nauseating angle. Closing your eyes and taking a couple slow breaths the room and your stomach eventually begin to settle down enough for you to function so long as you don’t go whipping your head around. 

Your post drunken work night habits kick in and without thinking you lace up your pants that’re at the end of the bed and throw on the nearest shirt, it’s a loose fitting buttoned shirt with a deep V leading down to your sternum to give off a view you can’t help but admire in the nearby wall mirror for a moment. The scent of Neve’s perfume drifts up into your senses as you adjust the shirt’s collar and you can’t help but let out a happy little hum. You think for a second that you accidentally nabbed one of her shirts but you figure with how close the two of you got last night that some just clung to you, after all she probably has like a hamper or something for her clothes and wouldn’t have left a shirt on the floor by your pants. Heading down the hall you peer into her study to find her leaning over a cluttered table she uses as a desk, one hand is still grasping the mug as the other sifts through an arrangement of newspapers in front of her. 

Knocking lightly on the doorframe you startle her away from the pages with an almost spill of the dark coffee in her mug. She looks up and raises her brow in questioning appreciation, “If I knew you’d look that good in my clothes I would’ve laid out an entire outfit for you. Or did you just want the shirt from last night’s escapades specifically?” She grins teasingly as her eyes linger on the view of your chest nearly falling out of her shirt’s open upper half. Blushing you quickly tug it a little closer to try and somewhat hide your ample chest but only manage to make it worse but squishing them together. 

“I-I’m so sorry!” You Splutter as you turn bright red, “I was moving without thinking and didn’t realize the shirt was yours and tried to look less like I was showing off but made it worse and and I can go change of course I didn’t mean to look like we did anything last night or if we did that it meant anything unless you wanted it to and…”

In your spiraling thoughts and flustered rambling you don’t notice Neve set down her drink and stride over with a kind yet slightly bemused look about her. She cups your chin in her hand and gently brushes a thumb across your lips to quiet you down. Your mind stills at her touch, the warm pad of her thumb pressing against your mouth acting as silent instruction that she’s talking now and you’re going to be good and listen to every word. 

 “Shhh it’s alright, you’re alright, everything’s ok,” she half whispers in a low soothing tone, “Regardless of meaning to or not I’m in no way bothered by you wearing my shirt, if anything I’d say it’s a good look on you.” The little compliment from her sends a small buzz of pride through you and brings a smile out to press into her touch, all you can really think of in this moment is Neve and doing whatever she asks of you next. “Now I’m gonna let you speak but just focus on one thing to start with ok Trouble?” She slowly removes her hand from your face and you have to suppress a whine at the sudden loss of her warmth.

“Ok. Alright. Just one thing to start with,” you mutter to yourself. Looking into Neve’s rich brown eyes and find nothing but kindness and patience looking back in contrast to the anxious and flustered look you assume resides in you. “So, uhm, I don’t remember much or really anything after we got up off the couch last night,” you pause to collect your next words with determination, “Did we…continue anything? Like after that point? Next thing I can remember is waking up in your bed earlier today.”

“We didn’t,” she chuckles and steps a bit closer, her perfume filling your head again. “You were slurring about me being too far gone to consent and that was so sweet of you. I had just dropped my shirt with my back turned to you sitting on the bed and by the time I turned around you’d already fallen asleep.” You blush in embarrassment which only seems to amuse her more as she presses in closer, her warm breath ghosting along your neck making your heart rate pick up and your arms act on their own and wrap around her waist.

“W-Well I’m not drunkenly falling asleep now and you seem in condition to consent,” you slowly start giving yourself over to your need for her and find your flirt again. “That looks like your second mug of the morning so maybe it’s time to take a break from your current case and relax a moment.” 

“And where would you suggest we do that?” she smirks and slowly presses you back against the door, placing a long soft kiss against your neck and drawing the inside of her leg up along yours making heat pool in your belly. You sigh into her and run your hands down her back, ass, and thighs to hook behind her knees, lifting her up as she wraps her legs around your hips.

“Got a spot in mind, Miss Gallus?” You ask between kisses along her deliciously soft collar bone, “or would you like me to clear some space off your desk?”

She moans and pushes her hands through your hair. “Take me back to the bed,” she orders breathlessly, “Now~”

✨end of chapter 4✨

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Happy Pride! Here’s what everyone does during it🩵

Karlach:

• Karlach goes all out on celebrations and festivals for the entire month. Back to back packed weekends filled with shows, parades, and any gathering she hears about. Of course dragging you along the entire time with the biggest grin on her face

• Her outfits can barely be considered actual clothes whenever you two are at an event. Cut off a quarter down her thighs shorts, a rainbow bikini top, and painted pride flags on each cheek (one is general pride the other is Bi)

• If you thought she was outwardly affectionate before it’s cranked up to 11 now. Always hugging you and picking you up, drowning you in compliments and declarations of love/affection, even when you’re trying to walk somewhere or just simply go out to dinner she’ll wrap her tail around the closest part of you she can with a little hum of satisfaction that she still gets to touch you

• Despite her overall jovial mood through the month she will absolutely fight any protestor that comes to spoil the day for people. Normally it’s just arguing and intimidating them but once one hurls an insult or gods forbid an actual object anywhere near you she flies into her trademark barbarian rage and all but kills the attacker in the name of “self defense”

Aria:

• Aria doesn’t go out to different events during pride but instead sets up a different pride event every weekend in her club for people to enjoy. Always the first one being more “family friendly” and set before normal opening hours while the last weekend is usually some level of explicit. Her favorite was when it was celebrating the connections between the queer and kink community so she could show you off as her pet

• Her show of pride is a little subtle at times. Usually changing the colors or her outfit to match her pansexual pride colors. Though if you take her out to an event that she’ll go further and temporarily paint her crest in the colors and use a cloak in the progressive pride design

• Her affectionate side does show a bit more in public during the month. She always has you around when she goes out but now she’s more showing you off almost. Rather than just staying near you she’s always holding you somehow; be it your hand in hers, or an arm around your waist, or even carrying you home after you had too many drinks trying to keep up with her

• Aria whenever asked about you will answer how proud she is of her brave little starlight. “Regardless of family, her people back home, or my enemies she’s never once showed regret for being herself as a human loving an alien or one woman loving another. For that I’ll always be proud and thankful to have such a brave individual at my side”

Neve:

• During June Neve hangs a lesbian flag alongside her year round progressive one she keeps in her office as well as keeps little flags for every identity in a flower vase on her desk

• She always attends her local parade and festival with you, holding onto you like you might disappear and raising your hands high as you walk through the city with everyone. These two events are the only times in the year she’ll put any non-life threatening cases on hold and just enjoy the whole day with you.

• Neve is fiercely protective of baby gays when you’re walking around and there are protestors. Always stepping between them and squaring up with her fists because “they aren’t worth the magic use”. This coupled with her being seen as a hero in the city by all but the Venatori usually gets them to back off if not just leave

• If you’re checking something out at a booth and somebody asks her what she’s doing there she’ll give them two reasons. The first one that she leads with is supporting the people of the city be they masc, femme, gay, ace, nonbinary, or anything else. Then she walks over and wraps her arms around you to pull you into a deep kiss before smirking to the person that asked, “and the second reason is my lovely partner here~”

Moira:

• Moira doesn’t really like being around big crowds so she doesn’t usually join you for bigger events but if you find a smaller event close by she’s happy to join in the celebrations, especially if it’s a festival with booths she can get little accessories to take home or get as a gift for you to remember the day.

• Normally she keeps her laptop for the home lab and work lab separate as she doesn’t really like sharing lots of personal info with her coworkers but during the month she’ll bring her preferred laptop with her to work. It’s covered in stickers among which are her three pride flags; her trans pride flag, Demi-sexual pride, and pan.

• She tries to be quiet about it and act like she doesn’t know where it came from but at the start of every pride month she stays up to her usually ungodly morning time but not in the lab. Instead she takes the time to bake an entire rainbow cake frosted to look like the progressive pride flag. She’ll only share it with you even if her coworkers or your friends visit through the month.

• The only change she makes to her appearance is a pretty noticeable one, on the first she uses her vast knowledge of bio-manipulation to change her hair to have a thick streak of rainbow and keeps it pristine until the end of the month when she changes it back to her usual ginger color. It surprises her coworkers every year despite the regularity of her doing it the same time for the past few years

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Investigations of the Heart Ch. 3

A Neve X Informant!reader slow burn

Word count: 1.5k

You stare a moment slackjawed, Neve raises her brow waiting for an answer as you force yourself back into motion. Picking your jaw up off the floor you clear your throat before nodding and heading inside after her. She closes the door behind you and clicks the locks into place before striding over into her kitchen area. 

"Care to share a couple more drinks with me, Trouble. My last client was a bit of a noble mage and gifted me a pretty nice wine bottle as a tip for a job well done.”

"Sounds like I'd be an idiot to refuse," you smile and join her by the marble countertop. You made it sound like the reason was the wine's quality but in truth the chase and adrenaline had killed all but the dregs of your buzz and if you are going to see this right through like you want you're gonna probably need that liquid courage. She pours you both a tall glass before taking the bottle to her white and gold leather couch and sets them on the table in front of it so she can fall back with a soft sigh of relief. You take up a seat on the other end and sip the rich red slowly, the smooth wine easily going down and reawakening that warm fuzziness at the very cage of your senses.

The two of you relax contentedly in silence for a moment before she asks, “So? What’s got you so quiet? Is my place that bad you’re at a loss for words?” You almost spit out your last sip of wine, eyes widening as you gulp it down. 

“Are you joking? This place is beautiful! If anything it’s said beauty that’s leaving me speechless,” you say as you attempt to recover your composure and pouring both of your third glasses. You aren't sure if it's the wine giving you your former bartender courage back or the aftermath of being chased through the city putting things in perspective but you soon follow up your remarks on her home.

"Even then it's still second in beauty to you miss  Gallus," you smile as it's her turn to almost spill her drink in surprise with what you think may be a slight hint of pink crossing her features.

"My looks top that which makes you speechless? Then how come you find it so easy to flirt?" She asks teasingly and shifts closer on the couch, her long slender legs stretching out behind her to where she formerly sat.

  "Well it's a beauty that surpasses the awe and loss for words to the need to compliment if not worship” you explain with a wink, “I'd say you need a fan club out us dragons may count as one already plus your many adoring fans in thy city." As you reply your gaze drifts back along her legs your traitorous brain begins to imagine those probably toned legs wrapped in silk soft skin resting on your shoulders and pulling you closer into-

You throw back your glass, focusing on not spilling the wine as you down it to get your head off those thoughts. She’s the infamous and amazing Neve Gallus after all, she wouldn’t be into a less than known Shadow Dragon informant like yourself. Right? These drinks are probably just a thanks for the help and otherwise enjoyable night or something like that. 

"Well with an endorsement like that how can I hope to argue?" She chuckles as she sips her glass casually in an attempt to hide her growing blush from you. Soon enough the two of you finish off the fancy bottle and you can almost feel your thoughts starting to slosh around your skull. Neve looks at the now empty wine bottle with a cute little look of disappointment and you start to think this is as good a time as any to start your goodbyes and thank her for the lovely night even if you agree it’s disappointing the wine’s all gone. As you begin to drag yourself to your feet her look shifts to you as she asks with barely hidden hope in her voice. “Oh! While you’re up would you mind grabbing us the other bottle I keep on top of the ice box? Please?”

You smile through a sigh, steadying your slight sway on the couch and nodding. “Who am I to deny a request from such a beautiful woman like yourself? But first if you could point me towards the bathroom I’d be quite grateful.” She giggles and points you towards a room just inside the hallway leading out of the room. “Thanks,” you smile and close the door behind you before splashing water over your heated face. Trying to reign in your racing and stumbling mind you can’t help but think back to the look she gave you when asking for the other bottle. You’re wine soaked imagination decides to be unhelpful and tries to figure out what she’d look and sound like asking for more of of you instead. Her kiss swollen lips breathlessly begging for more between whines and breathy moans as you pump your strap into her relentlessly. Reaching into your pants you can feel the growing wet spot between your legs and whisper a groan of need and frustration.

“Get it together girl,” you mutter to yourself, “Even if she’s somehow that into you both of us will probably be too tipsy to fully consent to anything like that after we’re done with the next bottle. Now come on, she gave you a task to do and it’s not hiding in here.” Drying the water from your hands and face you feel a sharp pain around the left side of your head.Looking ot the right for a better view you see a long shallow scar trailing along your jaw, you realize it was from when that thief fell in pain while holding a knife to you in the alley. In hindsight maybe trying to kick his knee out wasn’t your best idea for escape. Finishing up at the sink you adjust your pants back and take one last look in the mirror before reassuring yourself, “We’ve got this.”

You exit the bathroom and make your way towards the ice box with measured steps, your hand lightly resting on counter tops and tables to help your fading balance. Grabbing the bottle and the accompanying cork screw to open it, you return to the living area and take up a spot on the couch next to Neve rather than on the end. You pop the cork with ease and fill the glasses carefully though the scent of wine mixing with the sea air still clinging to Neve is making focusing on anything a little more difficult than normal. 

Before either of you realize much time has passed the second bottle is already half empty and your mind is as foggy as you think it’s ever been in a while.You shift your gaze from the bottle on the table to Neve who’s staring at you with a mix of what you think is worry and a touch of confusion. “What happened to your pretty face?” She asks as she tilts your chin up and to the side to get a better look at your new scar. 

“Oh nothin too bad, jus the knife that guy held ta me nicked me when he went down. I’m fine I promise,” You assure her with a slight slur in your words that didn’t seem to sway her worry. 

“It’s bleeding a littl from the drink, it thins your blood,” she leans up and presses a soft kiss to the cut. It was a very brief sting followed by the soft wet warmth of her lips that had any logical part left in your head shutting down. You turn back to face her and bring a hand up to caress her face, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into your touch with a low happy sigh. Leaning in you touch your forehead to hers and mirror the little sounds of comfort she emits.

“Guess I’ll have to be the one to take the next step too,” she giggles. You’re confused for a monet and start to pull back to look at her but then her hand wraps behind your neck and she pulls you down into a deep kiss. You can’t help but let out a pleased groan as she shifts to straddle your lap and push her tongue in to meet yours. She tasted of the last sip of wine, mint, and bliss as you explored each other, your hands wrapping around her waist and hold her pressed as close to you as you could as you trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck making her moan and grind into your thigh. Your vision swims as the last of you glass fully absorbs into your sluggish system, a low whine sneaking out past your lips as she shifts off you and extends a hand to you.

 “C’mon Trouble,” she takes your hand and guides you up next to her, “I know a far comfier place to continue than the couch.”

✨end of chapter 3✨

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Investigations of the Heart Chapter 2

A NevexInofrmant!Reader Slow burn fic word count ~1.2k

You race through the quiet city streets only a couple steps behind Neve, weaving through alleys and knocking over anything you can reach in the hope of slowing down your pursuers. An arrow whizzes by your head as Neve pulls you down a side street, a second later and they’d have stuck you in the shoulder. Stumbling at the sudden shift in momentum from her redirection you reach out and haul yourself back to your feet on an empty merchant stall. The awning comes down from your weight being on it too much but you manage to get ahead of it and keep running alongside Neve.

The two of you soon find yourselves running among cramped pathways filled with late night cargo shipments being loaded on and off carts. Going up an inclined pathway you spot a cart stopped on chalks facing down towards you. Swinging low you grab the rope connecting the blocks and pull it free letting the cart roll back down on its own and crash, spilling the crates and chests it was carrying all over the place. There’s a shout of frustration followed by the sound of wood splintering in what you hope was one of the men falling among the debris but you don’t risk slowing down by looking back to check. The two of you turn down a couple more alleys in hope of losing your delayed tails before ending in one that ends in a high wall with a ladder you can climb up. 

“Ladies first,” she gestures for you to head up the ladder ahead of her, “I’ll be right behind you after I take a turn slowing them down so don’t worry too much about me making some heroic sacrifice.” She then turns back down the alley without waiting for your response and pulls her wand from it’s holster on her hip and aims it at the ground in front of her. The air temperature drops as you begin scrambling up the tall metal ladder, frost spreading on the lower rungs under you feet making it a little slicker and slowing you down a touch. For a moment your worried she’ll get carried away and the frost will freeze the moisture on your hands to the ladder but you then hear her starting up behind you and you realize how stupid that worry was. 

You reach the top after a moment and quickly turn around to offer her a helping hand up onto the landing which she accepts gladly, she’s lighter than you expect and the strength you put into pulling her up sends you sprawling onto your back with her using you as a landing pad. “You alright detective?” You ask with concern and embarrassment as you realize when she landed she went face first into the exposed cleavage your low cut shirt gives you to earn extra tips at the bar. You quickly slide out from under her to hide a blush and peer back down the ladder at the three men trying to stand on a patch of ice she’d left behind.

“Oh I’m just fine,” she smirks and stands to dust herself off, “quite the comfortable landing all things considered.”

“Good, glad at least one of us had a softer landing than the cobblestones,” you joke and start walking back toward the ladder. “Think you flash freeze the top of this thing? I may have an idea that’ll give a cleanish getaway from these relentless tails of ours.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” she cocks a brow at you, “but dare I ask what your plan is?” She begins while she waits for your answer, the ground frosting over quickly as the metal anchor plates start to shift and groan with the sharp change.

“Just some light property damage,” you reply with a shrug and a smirk, “Nothing unfamiliar to you and your exploits.” You wait a moment longer until you hear the pins of the anchors creak and kick at each with the hard plating in your boot’s heel. The thin metal pins snap at the impacts and the ladder falls forward, crashing down onto the thieves below with a loud clang and barks of pain.

“Well that should buy us enough space to make a worry free getaway for at least tonight,” your turn with a smile to find Neve’s heating gaze drifting up along your figure with what looks like a mix of admiration and a flirty interest. Nervously you run a hand through your hair and clear your throat to snap her back to the semi-important situation at hand. “S-So where to next on this lovely tour of the city’s finest alleys? Know any we can observe and bust a real drug deal or mugging or something like that?” You jokingly ask her.It earns you a small laugh as she takes you by the wrist and starts leading you out and back onto the streets.

“Some place quiet, safe, and vengeful thief free to catch out breath,” she offers to you in response, “it isn’t known to many though and I’d very much like it to stay that way. You got that little miss informant?” She looks back at you with that knowing smile again and waits for your confirmation.A nod is all you can manage as your thoughts race trying to figure out what secret spot she’s offering to take you. Maybe a secret little hideout or forgotten Shadow Dragon safe house? Your thoughts are interrupted as a mischievous glint enters your eyes and she almost whispers her next words in that low husky tone, “Good girl.”

You let out a small squeak at the praise as she laughs and pulls you along. “What a cute noise you can make there Trouble,” she teases as you try to fight down the heat growing in both your cheeks and the bottom of your belly, “and here I was thinking you were gonna keep that mask of all snark up the rest of the night.”

 Fighting to regain control of yourself you shake your head clear, “well we all have our weaknesses detective, I’ll just have to find yours to even the field now.” She soons leads you into a modest apartment building and up the several flights of stairs to the top floor. “Do I get to know where we are now? The suspense is going to kill me before the goons from earlier can catch up and do it themselves.”

“Well I can’t have that now can I?” she laughs and pulls out a key that opens the well cared for dark wood door into a neat and elegant penthouse. “Well then Trouble, welcome to what passes for my home, office, and sometimes secret base if you ask those that believe I’m more vigilante than friendly private eye.”

You stand there slack jawed, you don't normally get invited back to your dates house on a first date. You especially don't get that invite if it was cut short by a dangerous chase through the city, but then again Neve was anything but an average person so you shouldn't expect an average date. If this was actually counted as a date to her too and she didn't see that classification of your night as more a joke due to circumstances.

"Well?" she steps in and looks back at you expectantly, "you coming in or what?"

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I’m tired as hell from overtime so here’s some sleeping hcs as I dream of bed

Karlach:

Karlach sleeps like a bear; big, warm, heavy, and almost impossible to wake up once she’s out. She’ll grab you by the waist and pull you in as soon as you get into bed next to her with a low moan of comfort. In the mornings she’s the type to laze about and wait for you to come around on your own, smiling softly as you open your eyes and focus in on her before planting a kiss on your forehead with a quiet “good morning love”

Neve:

Neve is quiet and still when she sleeps once she finds a comfortable spot, it’s usually on her side and pressing her back against you but if your having a rough night or a bad dream she’ll turn around and pull you forward into her arms to stroke your hair. She’s normally up bright and early, easing out of bed quietly so as not to wake you and heading to the kitchen to start on breakfast that always smells good enough to wake you up with a growling stomach.

Moira:

Sleeping with Moira is like sharing a bed with a corpse, she’s cold and sprawled out like a rag doll with little to no care for your space whatsoever. Even on the nights she’s feeling affectionate she’ll just wrap an arm around your shoulders and bring you in to use her chest as a pillow before flopping it back across the bed again, letting the smooth steady beat of her heart give you a calming constant to focus on and drift into sleep. She’s never up first as she’s rarely in bed at a “reasonable” time and usually is out until noon or just before, shambling out of your shared room and completely nonverbal until she gets to the coffee you set out for her a minute ago when you heard the telltale groan of the sun waking her up.

Aria:

Aria’s habits can differ depending on what she was up to that day, if she had spent the day with you and didn’t really visit her club much she’ll slide into bed whenever your ready but stay up with reports her underlings sent in. Sitting up against the headboard with a glass of wine next to her she’ll have your head in her lap and idly pet your hair as she works until she can’t keep her eyes open and slides down to sleep intertwined with you. If it was a working day in her throne booth she won’t be home until the small hours of the morning most likely after you’ve fallen asleep. She’ll sometimes change into something comfy but if it was particularly stressful for one reason or another she’ll just shed everything and join you in nothing but her soft purple skin. If you aren’t on your back already she’ll gently shift you to be before straddling your hips and laying down to fall asleep on your chest like a cat where she’ll stay and make you wait until she’s ready to get up and out of bed regardless of any plans you had for your morning.

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🅞🅜🅔🅖🅐 Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (dev. BioWare) 

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"Fine. First, purify the tadpole, then a little lunch."

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Confession: I'd let Neve put on cigarettes on my face

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A few scratches here and there, maybe a gash she sustained during the retaking of Omega. The least Aria could do was help patch her up...

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💜The magnificent Moira💜

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welcome to your first day on the job 360° pano experiment, inspired by @vrylium, GBTQ

Music: Gorky Records — 80 Norm Vrode

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