Даррен очень напоминает мне моего папу в молодости


Grand Duchess Xenia Alexandrovna of Russia, 1903 by Olga
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Ея Императорское Высочество Великая Княгиня Ксенiя Александровна (Боярыня временъ Царя Алексѣя Михаиловича)


“It would be my pleasure.”


One second he was pacing around their home, the next a weight presses against his back, a shiver running down his spine as the words are spoken.  Slowly he turns to Lucifer, swallowing thickly before he complies and carefully gets on his knees before his brother.  How he’d get up later was beyond him, but for now his gaze focuses on Lucifer’s, tilting his head slightly in question.

He hadn’t really thought about it before he’d pressed up against Castiel, blame it on lust but once he’d gotten Cas onto his knees and those big blue eyes were looking up at him curiously Lucifers lust filled ones softened a bit, a hand going into dark brown hair to card softly, “Fuck, baby. Daddy needs your mouth right now, okay? Could you open up for me sweet heart?”


“Either or both can be arranged. My parties are intended to please all.”

AU where Hannibal is a business tycoon, and Will a business columnist. Both seemingly hating each other’s guts, but secretly crushing on one another. In a ritzy, elitist party thrown by Hannibal, a humble Will looks out of place and lost. And Hannibal comes to the rescue.


SO MARRIED it hurts every fibre of my being. Also, canonically, Watson has been trying on clothes in front of Sherlock, and Sherlock has been sharing (stealing) clothes with (from) Watson. (Probably even getting more than a feel and a whiff). And, how Sherlock lets go ‘cause staring into those beautiful eyes makes him weak. And that lil smile of Watson’s. So beautiful *cries*.