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is there any marvey fics that has a scene of harvey coming home and saying "daddy's home!" 🤭

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heyyy, working on something with AFAB enby!Mike (they/he/she) and wanted to share! And of course there's Marvey; Gabriel, you should've been allowed to kiss your male co-star at least once on the mouth ❤️

warning for insecure!Mike at the end AND mild sexual content (dom/sub undertones bc it's Harvey + Mike y'all)

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Mike and Harvey have a great relationship. They've been together for over eight years, moved in after just a few months, and have been married for five, which coincidentally is the same amount of time Mike's had the X gender identification mark on both his ID and passport.

Which isn't a coincidence at all. The second Mike got the documents in the mail, Harvey took them to their favorite cozy spot—great burger place with crisp thin onion rings, that plays "actual good jazz" (Harvey's words)—and waited till desert to slide the ring box across the table; careful of the greasy napkins in its way.

"Mike Ross," he said, in that soft tone they were accustomed to behind closed doors, where Harvey allowed himself to be vulnerable, silly, agonizingly sappy—just for Mike. "Would you do me the greatest honor of becoming my spouse?"

Mike knew it was coming. They talked about it, often, but wanted to wait till the law caught up with Mike's actual gender. Then it did. And Mike still found themselves staring dumbly at Harvey Specter. The best closer in New York City, the most stubborn man he's ever met, the most infuriating jackass she's ever had to deal with—the man Mike will spend the rest of their life with.

They stared. Then stared some more. 

Harvey held on, patiently.

Finally, their super hyperactive brain found something to say. "I thought you were supposed to get on one knee, old man."

To which Harvey sighed, "In these dirty floors?" 

But before Mike could tease him further, this impossible man got up from his chair, stepped around the table, and got exactly on one knee. Opened the box to reveal a golden band with one single small jewel. Simple. Beautiful. Sensible. Just to Mike's taste.

"I'll ask again," Harvey said, flashing that closer smile. "Mike Ross, will you do this old man a favor and marry him, before both his knees give out and you'll have to help him up the floor?"

They laughed, almost hysterical; happy.

"Fuck, Harvey," Mike murmured, overwhelmed all of the sudden. "Yeah, I'll marry you."

"Good," Harvey said, simply. Yet his eyes shone under the ugly fluorescent lights. "Now give me your finger, hon. Let's do it before people start clapping."

Mike smiled to himself. Watched as Harvey delicately slid the ring onto his finger, sucked in a breath as those gorgeous lips bent down to kiss the diamond. 

(Thank God they were in public, because otherwise he would've had Harvey right there, on that dirty floor among the scattered fries. It would've been a good time, don't get him wrong. But Mike is still quite possessive of Harvey. He wouldn't have wanted anyone to listen in as this beautiful man came apart beneath him, rough voice turning into a whine, hands gripping Mike's waist, just as Harvey pushed further inside and filled him up.)

"Can you imagine the horror?" Mike said, after gathering his wits about him. "Harvey Specter, actually showing emotions in public!"

Harvey grunted, lifting himself at his own pace. "More like, Harvey Specter suffers the humiliation of having to ask their betrothed to give them a hand while he stands up."

"Betrothed?"

"Do you prefer fiancé?"

Mike shook his head. "Nah. Let's go old fashioned. Makes me feel like I'm in Bridgerton."

"Lemme guess," Harvey said, getting back to his seat. "I'm the old rake who is swayed by the young man who is pure of heart."

They snorted. "No, you'd be the rich old dude I seduce to get my own land and title and use, to my own discretion, whenever I want."

Harvey threw him a look; and Mike wrapped their ankle around his. 

"Of course," the older man said, amused. "I'm clearly the victim here."

"The ol' ball and chain."

"There are worse fates. I could've died alone. I could've married Louis." He waits a few seconds before adding, "See, it's funny because I love you and adore you and I just asked you to marry me."

Harvey Specter. The guy who says the most romantic things in the guise of a joke. 

"You're right," they said, leaning over the table; greasy napkins be damned. "There are definitely worse fates besides marrying a pain in the ass like you, babe."

Harvey smiled and Mike just had to kiss him. Which they did. A sweet gentle peck, which would've turned breathless if Harvey hadn't taken control of the situation and brought Mike to heel, with one hand around their neck, gently pushing them back.

"Good pup," Mike heard Harvey whisper just for their ears. 

God, that voice was like strong scotch on the rocks. Like a fresh clean shave. Sharp cologne applied on warm skin. An innocent enough laugh, followed by wandering hands. 

Or maybe that was just Harvey Specter being Harvey Specter; and Mike Ross loved Harvey Specter.

"C'mon, let's finish desert," Harvey said, in his own teasing way. "I have a feeling somebody is gonna come up our table to congratulate us soon."

"The embarrassment!"

Mike stole from Harvey's side of the chocolate soufflé just to be a bitch. But his fiancé didn't seem to mind that at all. They ate with a quickness though, because now they were both bothered—by the engagement, they told themselves, but really, they were always bothered by each other's presence—and they had to rush home to take care of it. The two paid their bill (with Harvey's card). Got in the car (Harvey's hand always on Mike's thigh). Made out on the elevator up their floor. Then proceeded to fuck on every surface of their apartment: the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom… Funny enough, all they did in their bed was sleep through the whole morning.

They have a great relationship. 

Sometimes, though, Mike Ross-Specter can't help but think they're taking advantage.

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good morning! bike messenger mike is ruining me

they had a crazy bathroom hookup right after

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Katrina + not being much of a hugger

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There isn’t enough content about Mike and Katrina tbh and like do I have to be the one to  write them as the underappreciated brotp they are like am I alone or what

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quick sketch of my headcanon where mike always had piercings but just didn't wear jewelry at work

I promise I'll get better at drawing harvey 😭

(btw this is a wip of a bigger mike/marvey fanart that I'm doing yayyy)

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Love that mike and harvey are just two corporate lawyers but are more similar to medeival knights more than anything else. loyalty as a romantic concept is something so special to me

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i hate cheating storylines so bad like why is this needed 😑

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Someone in this fandom really needs to just bite the bullet and write a fugitives AU where Harvey gets so desprate to get Mike out of prison that, rather than busting him out to take him to go see Rachel, he kidnaps him and puts him on a plane.

It's not even that Ooc- they sent Shelia to Argentina with no issues whatsoever. You cannot tell me that Harvey didn't consider doing this from the start- he has a history of ignoring what people want if it means protecting them.

Also- Mike should have been way more upset about the whole "Drugging and kidnapping thing" than he was. Even if it was just to see his girlfriend, Harvey was batshit insane for doing this, and I refuse to believe that if he'd thought there was no other way to convince Mike, he wouldn't have just taken drastic measures and let Mike hate him for it. He wouldn't be completely okay with it either- he doesn't look too happy about violating Mike's autonomy in the first place- but it's a choice he can live with if it means that Mike stays alive.

Bonus points if there is at least one scene where Mike tries to hit Harvey and Harvey ends up pulling him into a hold to calm him down and it just Mike ends up crying in his arms for a few hours while Harvey rocks him and murmers apologizes and sweet nothings.

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donna texting jessica like 'mike in harvey's house' and jessica being like 'fork found in kitchen'

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mike ross and his other sugar daddy (?)

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Why does Harvey Spector look at Mike Ross like a long lost lover?

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They should've just made marvey canon and be done with it... They should've made them canon in season 6 tbh, it's the perfect timing. Both of their LIs are fucking insane and go nowhere in the long run, i mean Rachel is batshit insane and toxic, Paula is careless and manipulative and Harvey and Donna should've just stayed friends...

They're perfect with each other, they're both insane about each other and they're loyal to each other, they have great chemistry and they do great work keeping each other stable!

Oh what if they lost the homophobic viewers! That's even better! You could make so much drama for them anyway! I hate it, i hate it so much