you're supposed to be in bed already

shogo-kun  asked:

If you're still doing the number thing, then... 14 - Chubbydorf ('cause I'm a slut)

14-Overgrown (I suppose I’ll go Zelgan here since I already got some Chubbydorf going on in my Zelgan fics :P)

Ganondorf’s eyes trained on Zelda, his grip tight on the book in his hand as she made her way towards him. During their younger days, it had been customary for the both of them to sit by the warmth of the fireplace in the evening reading over documents and sometimes books before retiring to bed. Of course, in their senior years they still retained the same habit, though nowadays the Queen now made herself comfortable on his lap as opposed to her own chaise. Tonight was no different as she settled herself against his chest, her back pressed against his stomach as she unfurled the scroll in her hand.

“I suppose we should just burn your chair in lieu of firewood since you apparently don’t need it anymore,” the Gerudo said, irritation lacing his tone. Zelda just chuckled as she pressed herself tighter against him, the soft flesh around his belly making for a very cozy human beanbag. Ganondorf had finally come to terms with his body, carrying his extra weight rather proudly in fact. It was a sign that he had been successful in this lifetime, he had explained to her. Despite being comfortable with himself, however, it did irk him just a bit that Zelda like to remind him just how soft he had gone by snuggling against him in this manner every evening.

“Don’t be silly Ganondorf,” Zelda said offhandedly as her eyes scanned over the document before her. “I might need that chair when the grandchildren decided to use your overgrown belly to snuggle against instead. They certainly do when you tell them your stories.” She chuckled as she patted his stomach affectionately, earning herself a frown from the Gerudo. Shaking his head, he opened his book and continued to read where he had left off.

“Oh well, I tried,” Ganondorf said with a shrug as the Queen returned to reading her scroll. There were worse things out there than being this family’s human pillow, he surmised. A small smirk laced his lips; never in any lifetime, being the fierce Demon King that knew only battle and war, would he have thought that he would come to accept being cuddled in this manner every day. He decided this odd little fact was yet another marker of his immense success in this lifetime.

  • Sherlock: *angrily scowling at John*
  • John: *shifts uncomfortably; turns away from laptop to look at Sherlock* What?
  • Sherlock: You know bloody well 'what'!
  • John: ...
  • John: Do I?
  • Sherlock: Yes!
  • John: *giggles* Oh, you walked in on Molly having a shower in the bathroom this morning, didn't you?
  • Sherlock: *sarcastic* Ah, how good of you to remember! If I hadn't been out all night...*folds arms childishly* Isn't there some sort of unwritten law men have to follow?
  • John: *amused* You think I brought her home?
  • Sherlock: *pouts* Obviously.
  • John: So what if I brought her home. We're both single-
  • Sherlock: *mutters* No right. You can't date her.
  • John: Wha-
  • Sherlock: Did either of you even consider how I might feel?
  • John: Not really.
  • Sherlock: *breathes deeply* Bart's, my one other sanctuary...and now I'll be forced to watch my best friend drool all over my-
  • John: *intrigued* Your?
  • Sherlock: *calms down* Regular...friend.
  • John: *rolls eyes* Bullshit. Why can't you just tell her how you feel?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* She's your girlfriend.
  • John: You don't remember, do you?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • John: Before you buggered off to do God knows what, you ordered Molly to bring you some feet at 11:00pm. In the pouring rain. At least one of us is a gentleman.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Oh.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: And she came?
  • John: *nods* I gave her your bed for the night.
  • Sherlock: *guilty* I have a lot of apologising to do.
  • John: Yeah you do.
  • Sherlock: *gets up to leave*
  • John: Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: Mmm?
  • John: *confused* By code, did you mean the one where you're not supposed to go for your mate's girlfriend or someone they're interested in?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* What are you talking about, John?
  • John: *jaw drops* Is there something already going on-
  • Sherlock: *chuckling* 'Bringing some feet'. Honestly *shakes head; still chuckling* Goodbye John *leaves the flat*
  • John: ...
  • John: ...
  • John: What just happened?