I don’t know who needs this or not (*cough cough* @therealroach141)but here’s some Roach x OC drabble:
Sherlock who is the big spoon, who has nightmares of too-tight chains, bruises and gashes littering her flesh from too many beatings and not enough time to heal, mumbling prayers and pleas for someone to either free her or kill her, whichever ended her suffering faster.
Sherlock who wakes up not bloody and in chains, but healed and laying in bed, her back pressed against her man’s.
Sherlock who reminds herself that the terrible things that happened to her were in the past, repeating it in her head like a mantra as she rolled over to face her man’s back.
Sherlock who could already feel her mind settling down as she wrapped her arms around the sleeping man beside her and tucking her nose into his shoulder.
Sherlock whose heart stuttered when the man she had wrapped herself around leaned into her embrace and rolled his head backwards onto her shoulder, allowing her to rest her head against his neck.
Sherlock who had to use every ounce of willpower not to cry when her man took her hand in his and brought it his lips, leaving them pressed together as he slept.
Sherlock who would remember pressing her lips to his shoulder before falling back asleep.
Gary Sanderson who is the little spoon, who on really bad nights will dream of bleeding and dying on the forest floor, the last thing he feels before jerking awake being the freezing cold of the ground on his back and burn of the fire crawling towards him.
Gary who opens his eyes to the feeling of the cool night air kissing his face, and a pair of arms holding him close to a warm body behind him.
Gary who carefully rolls over onto his other side, not wanting to disturb the sleeping woman beside him, taking a moment to admire her beauty in the dark.
Gary who gently pushes his woman onto her back before laying himself between her legs, one hand snaking behind her shoulders to cradle her head and neck, while the other supports the arch of her back, and his face pressing as deep into her cleavage as physically possible.
Gary who closes his eyes and lets himself feel rather than see his woman’s cotton-clad legs press against either side of his waist and her hands tucking his head beneath her collarbone.
Gary whose heart was aching at the sound of her sleepily assuring, “You are safe, bug. You are loved.”
Gary who fought against his tears as he let himself go back to sleep, knowing his tiny woman would keep the rest of monsters away.
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