#your honor they're poly

[maarigolds]

Lucy, Lockwood and George, after everything.

(show edition. I'm not going by book canon for this one, so don't worry about spoilers)

At 21 or 22, Lockwood is the first of them that starts to lose his talent.

Which makes sense, since he's the oldest. At the beginning he refuses to even acknowledge it, but Lucy and George figure out what's happening soon enough. For a while he's just ashamed and angry and sad all the time. Then it gets better: Lucy and George get him trough it. He also calls Kipps, and they talk for hours, both coming out of it feeling almost at peace (Kipps has gone back to school and is talking about wanting to become a teacher. Which Lockwood feels like should surprise him, but actually doesn't). 

Lucy is next. It breaks her heart a little (because of skull and all other type 3s) and it scares her a lot. But then she realizes how soothingly quiet the world can be at times, and lets herself think that maybe she will be alright. 

George is last. And the thing is, even though it saddens him to lose the one thing that connected him to ghosts, mainly he's relieved. He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while, and now that it has, he's ready for whatever may come next.

The jobs get more and more rare as they hear, see and feel less and less. Lockwood knows he could hire new kids to replace them, but in truth he doesn't really want to. Perhaps Lockwood & Co. can be laid to rest at last: after all, they've already achieved more than he ever dreamt. So the next time a client calls, he informs her they've shut down and gives her the name of an up-and-coming independent agency he's heard great things about. He only feels mildly guilty about it. 

Even if they're technically not his employees anymore, George and Lucy stay. They don’t talk about it, but the idea of moving out of Portland row and living lives that aren't intrinsically intertwined feels wrong to all three of them: they're a family, after all, and nothing has to change about that.

Still, they need to make money somehow. So they muse about going far away from London, opening a bakery, living in a small house by the sea. But in the end they stay, both in the city and line of work they're used to. Because they do belong there, it's undeniable. George, of course, goes into ghost research and becomes a leading voice in the field, discovering new ways to help agents all over the country. No one is surprised, but everyone is proud. Lucy one day shows up at Barnes' office to ask him about becoming an inspector. It's the last thing either would have expected, but when he asks her why, she says it feels like the best place to be to help kids like her. To stop people like Jacobs. So he gives her a job. She's determined to change things from the inside. Barnes thinks that if someone could, it's her. And Lockwood... well, it takes a while for him to figure it out. But one evening Lucy comes home talking about a kid left deeply traumatized by a job gone wrong, and suddenly he knows. The next day he calls the bank to open up a pro bono clinic for agents and ex agents in need of psychological treatment. After less than a week they already have their first client. 

Slowly but steadily, it becomes their new normal. 

Lockwood sets up a study in the room on the stairs and works mainly from there. George, on the other hand, works at a lab in the City: he is the first to leave in the morning, but he always comes home soon enough to cook dinner. Lucy keeps slightly more irregular hours, and sometimes her job keeps her away for longer than she'd like. But then again she occasionally gets to come home to the adorable view of the boys fast asleep in front of the tv, so that's good.

One day Flo brings them a stray cat she found while working: they name him Donut and spoil him way too much.

Lucy starts gardening. George grows a magnificent beard (Lockwood is not jealous of it). The fridge breaks down and they have to buy a new one. Airf's son replaces him at the shop. They put up a hammock in the backyard, and spend their vacations piled into it. Mrs Burke from across the street knits them all hats for Christmas. Lockwood adds new framed articles on the walls and new knick-knacks on the bookshelves. 

He's not sure when, but one day 35 Portland Row stops being the home his parents left behind and becomes his home. Their home: his, and Lucy's, and George's (and Donut's. And Kipps' when he comes over for lunch on Sundays. And Flo's when she swings by using her own keys. And Barnes' when he stays for tea after long work days).

So they keep going as they have, day after day, year after year, slowly growing older. Wounds heal and scars fade. The sun shines through the kitchen windows on summer mornings. The smell of persian food fills the air every evening. Old rapiers get dusty in the umbrella stand. There aren't any ghosts between their walls, both real and metaphorical.

Everything is alright.

#def wrote this with a cot3 mindset but it can be read as platonic #still #they're in love your honor #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #poly co #locklyle #georcy #georgewood #cot3 #💙🖤🧡

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Also... Post-canon lovesong... If you even care... "Is Sparrow still with Rebecca?" that part is a choose your own adventure babeeey~

#Posts for like 3 friends maybe #but sure I'll tag it #dndads #lovesong #See regarding Sparrow and Rebecca... #Hm. I've always had mixed/complicated feelings there. #Like I think the love was there (I do ship it I do) but maybe this wasn't meant to be a forever thing #Or in another lifetime it could have been #Or they just needed some change of sorts! #Like heh. You know. Opening up the relationship. #Specifically to let a certain wet cat inside #In the divorce scenario though well I like that for Sparrow period cause I just want to see him choose himself for once? #And. Controversially. I rather like Rebecca and Lark together haha I think they're quite cute frankly. #But open relationship and/or polycule is nice to think about too- #They're both poly but haven't figured it out yet your honor. ESPECIALLY Rebecca. #Or at the very least they would thrive in *some* kind of queer relationship structure your honor #this is my truth ok #sparrow oak garcia #nick foster #nicky freeman #rebecca swallows oak garcia #And I will keep the not so safe for work tags tooo myself

[aoi-kanna]

Let's get wild >////<) dreammare is an attractive ship and in my blog that's not a secret, alas when it comes to preferences this one stole the first place :D

This content was extracted from my blue bird account part 2

Dream and Nightmare by Joku

Killer by rahafwabas

Cross by Jakei95

#aoi-kanna #my art #they're in love your honor #utmv fanfic #utmv fanart #tw relationships #ATOS's fic is for adult public please stay safe #poly relationship

[fluffybirb18]

Sometimes I want to make wholesome content for Helluva Boss idk. Original chat idea from @petitprincess1

#Helluva Boss #striker #moxxie #millie #strixxie #strixlie #they're poly your honor

[mossyinkynebulous]

So, I know don't do sanscest often, but like guys. Is Cult of Dionysus not them. How does the song not fit them

Killer belongs to rahafwabas, Nightmare belongs to Joku, Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios, and Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale.

#mossy art #nightmare sans #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #bad sans #bad sanses #bad sans gang #bad sans poly #your honor #They're gay #and in love #and they were roommates #the last one is too cute #it warms my gay heart #my cold gay heart #also yes #those are mostly pride flags on killer's pins #i refuse to draw him without them #an annoying amount of pins I mean #same with Nightmare and the back window for the tentacles #it's cute and practical in my head #i love them your honor #Spotify

[incorrect-poketagonist-quotes]

Ash: The moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Serena, looking at Ash: Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful? Ash and Serena in unison: *sighs* Calem.

#pokemon #incorrect quotes #incorrect pokemon quotes #shyoltozeroshipping #twopopularboysshipping #amourshipping #they're poly your honor #pokemon anime #anipoke #pokemon xy #calem #ash #serena #satoshi

[lumpy-veev]

Just some teens hanging out!

#lumpyart #brawl stars #brawl stars edgar #brawl stars sandy #brawl stars poco #brawl stars emz #brawl stars colette #brawl stars bibi #teen team #they're poly your honor #and also lost #emz is holding that map upside down #edit: I FORGOT POCO'S FACEPAINT

[jevilplush]

deltarune from the player's perspective is an rpg with bullet hell elements, deltarune from seam's perspective is a dating sim because these 3 kids keep bringing them more weird little boyfriends

#seam my beloved #deltarune #seam/jevil/spamton my beloved ot3 #seam has seven weird little spouses by the end of the game #they're poly your honor #this is 75% a shitpost but

[weird-dirt-creature]

This pattern that has popped up on my wild isopods that I picked up out of the dirt last summer is so cool. It reminds me of gray tabby cats.

#isopods #armadillidium vulgare #bugs #insects #roly poly #crustaceans #terrarium pals #they're just little guys your honor

[herinded]

hi, yes. this is my boyfriend. and this is my best friend who tells people we're a lesbian couple to piss off my boyfriend. they don't like each other but they're also best friends. hope this clears things up!

#couples #best friend #boyfriend #aroace #bisexual #poly? #they're besties your honor #i swear they like each other

[thatgayonejd]

I accidentally made it seem like Nana (Kawii-Chan) and Donna have a gay thing going on. Like, a gay gay thing going on. Zenix rolls up with Aphmau asking where Donna is and Nana purrs for like five seconds before talking about how Donna was just 'helping' her in the back with some supplies and she could go grab her if they'd like to wait.

Zenix is so fucking dense that he doesn't really say anything but Aphmau knows. Aphmau knows.

Donna and Nana may or may not have an on again off again relationship that widens when Logan is introduced. And then widens again with Dante later on. They are poly babes, and no, you can't change my mind. Nana needs love, goddamit. Let her have her idiot Human boyfriend(Dante) and her Werewolf boyfriend (Logan) and her Orc girlfriend (Donna).

I know it's not usually what people do, but Dante and Nicole honestly arnt... Compatible in my eyes? Dante is a little to reckless, childish- and it seems like they only got together to have some fun, expecially since Nicole doesn't even tell him she had his child.

Nana and Date are a little more compatible- they matched- Dante truely really loved Nana, and so that's why I connected Dante and Nana. Nana and Donna connected because honestly they were a little flirty in the C.A.R? Not much, just small jokes, and I thought it'd be cute to put them together anyways, and then Logan came along because Logan's married to Donna in the C.A.R.

Later on when Logan and Nana gets kidnapped by the werewolves (Logan because he's a rival werewolf and Nana because she's a Meif'wa) Donna is completely beside herself. I mean, her Husband and Wife just got fucking yoinked and she was the only one to escape due to Nana and her quick thinking. She begs to go along with Aphmau, but Aph gets Boldof to watch her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid while she goes back to save Logan and Nana.

So ya! They are polyamorous, your honor, and no, I will not change my mind.

#they're gay your honor #aphmau #zenix mcd #kawii-chan mcd #Donna mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #they're poly your honor #i made them gay by accident but it works out so well #she knows #minecraft diaries

[mattskitchen67]

for years i’ve heard rumblings of XC2 love-triangles and ship wars, but now that i’ve finished the game i’m just confused how any of that can exist when the Rex/Pyra/Nia triple attack (a.k.a. greatest shit i’ve ever seen) exists.

#they're clearly poly your honor #i adore them #other video games are too weak to provide this quality of content #xenoblade chronicles 2 #xc2 spoilers

[bxttxrflybxddie]

I took leo to the theatre on emily's bday and caught her and sandy on a date lol

#they're girlfriends your honor #once you date emily you enter a poly relationship w sandy too #stardew valley #sdv #emily #sandy #stardew valley gameplay

[alexcaninnit]

Get This Right

I wanna make you swoon, darlin, I wanna rock you with my righteous romance!

These are my MHA ocs, Ranan and Hunter. Ask more about them if you want :D

#go white boy go #get this right #mha oc art #oc artwork #oc ship #original characters #my oc #i love them so much #they're both so gay literally all their time spent together is staring at other pretty people and talking about other pretty people #and then sometimes they make out #they're fluffy villains your honor #just little gays being cute and poly and gay #could talk for hours about these two #sketch

[sprout-fics]

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Six: The Offer)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Courting rituals, No NSFW

Masterlist

The 141 starts becoming very protective of you following the incident on mission

They were friendly with you before, happy to assist when you looked like you needed it, trying to get to know you better and grow closer

This. This is different

There's hardly a few hours at a time that you find yourself without the company of one of these men

It's typically Soap or Gaz, who have more time on their hands due to their rank, who are more outgoing than their alpha partners.

They bump shoulders with you, rub their scent onto you, grin and offer friendly jabs and drag you into training or rec time with them.

They're tactile, as if they want to leave as much a trace on you as they can

Price and Ghost aren't shy either. They have less reasons to find their way to you, so they invent them instead

Price asks for your consultation on a particular set of intel, and you spend hours in his office poring over reports, brow scrunched and feeling his eyes on you, weighing down heavy on your shoulders until a hand settles there instead, and he softly offers a "Well done."

Ghost finds his own excuse, decides the recruits under his supervision need a workshop in your particular skill set. He leans in the corner during your demonstration, arms crossed, eyes heavy, making you stumble more than once under his stare. The recruits seem to not notice, too focused on the deathly presence of the lieutenant as opposed to your stammering

It's nice, more than nice. You like the friendship and easiness between you three, enjoy the comfort of touch without it being soured by the unwarranted possessiveness of an errant alpha trying to stake their claim on you without your permission

It all culminates in you being summoned to Price’s office on a sunny Monday morning, with him pushing a manila envelope to you across his wood desk

New marching orders, and as you skim over them you see the familiar stamp emblazoned on the bottom of the letter

“We’re keeping you.” The captain declares succinctly. 

“Welcome to the 141 Taskforce.”

You look up at him, elated, confused, a little concerned

Price seems to read your thoughts

“This has nothing to do with your designation, sergeant.” He offers. “Or with your…involvement with your comrades. You earned this of your own accord. Congratulations.”

You don’t know what to say. Emotion chokes your throat. Warmth threatens your eyes. You never thought you’d make it this far, never once thought you’d achieve such an honor, especially not after the disaster of your designation being revealed in the field

Your hands shake as you hold the file, and you think for a moment you should place it back down, slide it back and gently refuse

But…

“Thank you, sir.” You manage tightly, and Price nods, pleased

“Join us for drinks tonight.” He tells you, and you can only nod in agreement before he dismisses you

You show up a little late to the party that evening, a fashionable arrival for the guest of honor. You wear something a little nicer than your combat fatigues, opt for something more akin to a date night as you slide into the pub

The team is happy to see you, and you duck your eyes bashfully as Gaz fails to not stare, as Soap lets out a low wolf whistle at your appearance

“You look lovely.” Price tells you smoothly, pulling out your chair like a gentleman as you shyly take your seat

They toast in your honor, glasses clinking and easy conversation flowing as you relax into their company

Yet the question you’ve yet to speak weighs heavy between you and the rest of the group, and after your second drink you finally set down your glass, swallow and web your fingers together, regarding all of them

“So…does this mean…” You try, failing to find the words

They look at each other, and the silence beats asymmetrically in your heart

It’s Price who speaks then

“You’re part of our pack.” He offers softly in reassurance, finally turning from Simon to you. “That won’t change as long as you’re with us.”

You nod, a little absent, lips parting as you try to inquire to the rest, failing to find the words

It’s Soap who seems to read your mind, clears his throat and offers

“We…danea want to force you into anythin’ you don’t want, hen.” He tells you. “We’re…fond of ye.”

“But that’s not the reason I’m here.” You manage

“No. You earned your rank here.” Price declares abruptly. “Even if we weren’t…involved with you, you would still be here. Understood?”

You nod again, staring down into your palms before releasing a breath that sinks your shoulders

“And…” You try at last, after what seems like an hour of silence

“If I was interested in you all too?”

Gaz splutters on his drink, and when Soap’s hand claps his back it makes it only worse as he coughs. You’re all distracted by the tumult, and when Gaz catches his breath he offers a watery little smile in fond apology

The four men before you exchange another long look, sharing a conversation you aren’t privy to

“We do this properly.” Price states, leaning back in his chair with a little sigh. “Court you, prove yourselves. Show you we’re dependable, that we could be good mates.”

You look up then, taking turns to gaze at each man in turn

“All of you?” You ask a little hesitantly, and Gaz shrugs

“We’re mates, we’re all equal. This is no exception.”

You flush hard at that, face warming unexpectedly at the mention of the word that has lingered in the back of your mind since that disastrous and fateful mission where they saved your life. Mates.

“You can say no.” Ghost hedges, the first words he’s spoken all evening. You turn to him, feel his unblinking stare rest upon your own. 

You consider him for a long time, let the silence stretch thin between you all 

Before you at last speak the words that will change everything.

“...Yes.”

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[ghouljams]

The Android!Ghost au you’ve talked about is giving « the guy is actually more of a heavily modified human (probably against his will too) than a complete android » and I’m living for this kind of stuff. Please, let’s keep talking about it.

:3c Ghost in the Shell(1995)-core

You've always been more at home with androids than with regular people. They're not as loud, they don't ask prodding questions, you know exactly where you stand with them. They don't care that you'd rather be in your workshop than... wherever normal people go when they're bored. You work on one of the heavy mechs during your lunch break. The bot hands tools up to you while you sit on its shoulder, its huge fingers delicately holding your rivet gun as you try to avoid breaking out the welding machine. It's not looking good.

"It's really stuck on here XG-9," You tell the mech, listening to the click of its cameras as they adjust to the new information.

"I can wait until yearly maintenance, this issue is not impeding my primary motor functions."

You roll your eyes, bots always say that. You know well enough that just because something isn't hurting now, doesn't mean it won't hurt later. Or, impede function later. You have to correct yourself on that. The mech technically doesn't feel anything, its diagnostic picked up a blip and it asked you to fix it. You scratch your head with a sigh and grab the offered hand to swing down.

Ghost is standing there waiting for you when you land. You take a step back, just a hair too close to the android for your own comfort. He cocks his head to the side. You're struck again by how quiet he is. Not just in the silent manner he regards you, but the silence with which his body functions. Androids aren't loud, not unless they're malfunctioning, but you can hear them. It's, well, ghostly. You wonder if that's how he got the nickname.

"What's wrong with 9?" He asks, there's no concern in his voice, why would there be?

"One of his casings is tight, it's compressing a motor," You report, glancing up at the mech. It's busy setting your tools back into their casings, giant hands careful with your pieces.

"His?" Ghost questions, and you hear his cameras click, dialing in to observe you. It's not a secret on base that you have a tendency to personify even the trash-droids. You don't rise to the bait. Ghost turns his attention to the mech instead. "You good 9?"

"Functioning within parameters Lieutenant," The mech chirps. Ghost nods and looks back at you.

"He's fine."

You sigh and go to gather your tools, grab a bite of your sandwich. You assume the lieutenant needs something fixed or he wouldn't be here. Lieutenant. That's unusual. Not unheard of, but definitely rare. Rare enough you don't think you've ever met an android that has the honor of a rank. Not one still in commission at least. You stare at him over your bread, inspecting him for any twitch in her servos.

He's beautiful machinery. Everything about him moves and flows as naturally as flesh and blood should. You've been thinking about what to use for his musculature since you last worked on him. Looked like some sort of aluminum poly... kev-spring... God you don't know, you're grasping at straws. Irreplaceable that's what it is.

"What d'you need?" You ask between bites. Gotta be something, androids don't come looking for you for no reason. They're not curious, they don't wonder how you're doing. They certainly don't stop to watch you work. Curiosity is a human emotion.

"Back plates need to be realigned, you didn't put them back right." He tells you. You nearly choke on your sandwich, thumping your chest and coughing as he stares down at you.

"Excuse me?" You cough in disbelief. Never in all your years as a mechanic have you been accused of such a thing. You glower at Ghost and set your food down. You twirl your finger to have him turn around, he does without complaint, stripping his zip-up off as he does. You don't know why he needs a jacket, not like he gets cold, but you suppose it helps him blend in. Although if he wanted to blend in he could've opted for a more human face plate.

You push his tee up, fingers skimming his synthetic skin, checking the black plated spine for misaligned pieces. Everything feels in order. You grab one of your micro screwdrivers and tap the tiny flat-head against the seams of his spine, testing for gaps. You push his shirt up higher, lean closer to get a better view. This would really be easier if he was sitting- no, laying down. His chest expands and contracts with false breaths, your working theory is exhaust release, but under your hand it feels like life.

You press the button at the top of his spine, watch the plates disengage and pop up. Starting at the bottom you push each one, manually, back into place. There's a small click that lets you know the plate is engaged, and his T5 doesn't click.

You grumble to yourself, and grab your glasses from your tool set along with a pair of needle nose pliers. It's an easy fix, a little fiddly, but you manage to manually hook the latch into place. You make a mental note to order a spare part. The rest of his spine lays down easily, neat clicks that you monitor more closely now that you've had to fix one. When you reach the top you make sure to press the plate on either side of his spine firmly into place before locking up the whole thing. There's a soft hiss, and a release of steam between the panels when you engage the lock.

Ghost rolls his shoulders with a soft groan as you drop his shirt back into place. "Fuck that feels good," He sighs, his modulator sighs. You frown, replacing your tools. It shouldn't feel like anything.

"Yeah?" You ask, human curiosity getting the better of you.

"Like gettin' my back cracked," Ghost hums, he twists at his waist like he's stretching out his muscles. Beautiful machinery, that looks and acts like a beautiful man. You think you understand why he wouldn't want a human face, he'd attract too much attention.

"Glad I could help," You look away from him, back to your tools, "I'll order a new part, should fix the misalignment permanently." You'll keep this fix off the books for now. It's too strange- Ghost is too strange. He almost feels human, but he can't be you've seen his mechanics. He can't be.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #android!ghost #mechanic!reader #cyberpunk au #this is like sex to me #repairs on an android can actually be so personal