#damagedanddelusional

damagedand-delusional || Send a 💊 to find my muse lying on the floor in their room, drugged.

When she’d awoken and found the steaming cup, she’d expected that Sherlock had made one of his teas for her, to help with the cough she’d picked up when they went further north than was normal for the two ships. So, despite the awful, bitter taste, Aiden drank it down. Then, once she was dressed she headed out on deck fora little sword practice.

However, not even an hour later, the fuzzy feeling began, quickly followed by a sudden wave of nausea. Dropping her cutlasses, she stumbled to the railing, leaning heavily on it for support. With most of the crew away spending their share of the recent plunder, there were only a couple left on board. One of them noticed the lookout’s predicament, and hurried over. She though they might have been talking to her, but it was like her ears were stuffed with cotton and it felt like she was floating, rather than standing on deck.

Perhaps due to her lack of immediate response, the crew member, rather than just support her back to the captain’s cabin, simply picked her up. Not quite the best idea, as it only made her head spin even more, though the floaty feeling continued. The smile on her face certainly made it seem like she was enjoying whatever was going on, though the pirate certainly didn’t think it was a good thing.

After setting the brunette on the couch just inside the quarters he ran off. The nausea returned again, and as she rolled in the hopes that lying on her stomach would get rid of the queasiness so she could just enjoy the floating sensation, Aiden ended up on the floor, with no intention of moving anytime soon. Not even when the floorboards vibrated with movement and the muffled sounds of someone speaking came again.

The hand that touched her cheek felt like dozens of little feathers, and the wistful smile returned to her face, if she didn’t think that moving her head would break the blissful feelings flooding through her she’d have followed those fingers. As it was she merely let out a whimper, which seemed to work as the touch returned, though first to her eyelid, pulling it back for some reason, before returning to her cheek.

Eyes shutting again, the smile remained on her face. It was like she was in a dream, floating over everything.

damagedand-delusional || Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy Meme

Pregnancy certainly made her do strange things. A couple days ago she’d eaten nothing but pickles and eggs all day, today it was a blanket fort inside the captains cabin she shared with her husband. When Sherlock entered, he’d find his largest blanket stretched over two chairs, and underneath a pile of cushions where Aiden was currently lying, the largest providing a comfortable support under her lower back.

“Are you just gonna stand there staring or are you gonna join me? Our child’s been kicking up a storm here.” Aiden smiled, not needing to turn over to know the captain was there. A sigh, though not his exasperated one, followed, along with the sounds of boots being pulled off as well as his leather jacket before his warm body slid in next to her, an arm around her swollen stomach to feel where their overactive offspring was moving in her womb. 

“What am I going to do with you, Aiden?”

“Hokulani.” Kalani Hewahewa-Crawford scolds her daughter from the seat across from her. At just fifty-five, the matriarch of the family is an attractive woman with the onset of wrinkles just touching the coffee-cream skin she has passed onto four of her seven daughters. Her hair is as silk black as her daughter’s with very little signs of her age, pulled up in a stylish French Twist. Even her outfit is sleekly stylish. 

“Well it is!”

“It’s hardly bullshit, Hoku. This is important for the family.” Edward Crawford is a big, sturdy man of sixty-two, his wide but still quite fit body in, as ever, an expensive suit. His wife’s hair might be black as night, but his was silver. “We’ve talked about this in length already, and I hate repeating myself. You are the only one of your sisters who is neither married nor engaged. The Holmes Family is just as powerful as our own... if not more so in someways. Our families have been fighting since your great grandfather’s time. That’s nearly one hundred years of bad blood. It’s time for it to end. And why couldn’t you have worn something more appropriate?”

Hokulani, all twenty-years worth of her, slumped in her seat. She was going to snap at her father that at least she was wearing heels, but thought better of it. Of course, those pumps were paired with dark denim jeans that hug the curves of her body lovingly and made their bodyguards sweat a little, much to her father’s annoyance. The white halter top is cropped, lacy, and between its hem and the waistband of her jeans, there is an expanse of smooth tummy on display. The flowy, brightly flowered cardigan does nothing to hide her curves, and she is clearly dressed her age rather than buttoned up like her parents would prefer. 

“If Sherlock Holmes is going to marry me, he’s going to have to accept me for who I am. I’m not destroying myself, not even for family.”

Her parents exchange a look, unsure how they raised such a dramatic daughter. Not that her elder sisters are much better, but somehow they still had gotten married off and the younger ones are working on starting families while the older ones are babies two and three. The rest of the ride is silent, until the car pulls up at the Holmes’s estate. 

“Behave.” Her father reminds her and she bites back the urge to stick her tongue out at him as they are let out of the car. As a sign of trust, her father has only brought along one bodyguard, though their driver is also trained in the ways needed to protect the family. 

Ultimate Ship Meme || damagedand-delusional

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower In various bodies of water sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar Tavern | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Outlander Starters, damagedand-delusional

 “I could always just kill them…”

[ that face. THAT FACE. *cue sherlock groaning from the captain’s cabin* ]