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Painful Beauty (Mark x FemReader) FLUFF

Originally posted by nacija

(( gif not mine - ah I love Ethan omg ))

(A/n): lmao so I just decided that this was pretty cute. I was reading through the prompt’s that I reblogged and I got inspired by number 23. I hate you

Summary: Mark, Ethan and Tyler do a video with you where they do your makeup with things they find in the kitchen.

Warnings: If I said there wasn’t any swearing and fluff, I’d be lying.

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“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier, and this is the kitchen face challenge!”

The introduction was cheery as per-usual. From the camera’s view, Ethan and Tyler stood on the right of (Y/n); with Mark speaking on the left.

The four were stationed in Mark’s studio, right in front of a large flat screen T.V that showcased a tranquil forest setting.

“Yayy….” (Y/n) uttered manageably, her enthusiasm forced and dry.

Ethen shared (Y/n)’s look of discomfort from beside her, shifting uncomfortably on his heels and giving the camera a cringy smile.

Ouchh,” Mark laughed along with Tyler before Tyler began to explain.

“So basically,” he took a glance at both you and Ethan “Mark is going to do (Y/n)’s full face and I’m going to do Ethan’s and at the end, who’s ever looks the best?” he drawed out and looked to Mark “Wins??”

“Exactly it Tyler.” Mark confirmed. “SO LET’S DO THIS. CAN WE GET 506,000,000 LIKES FOR HOT SAUCE EYESHADOW?!”

The camera zoomed in on Tyler’s face in silence.

They all laughed and broke apart.

“I’ll go get the tarps, yeah?” Tyler asked

“Yes, thanks Ty. (Y/n), you and Ethen go get your chairs that you will be sitting on,” asked Mark “and I will go get the tools~!” he finished in a manic, silly voice.

“Mark,” (Y/n) sighed and she turned to walk with Ethan “I hope you make me look fucking beautiful!”

❆  ❆  ❆

“Okay so I know you are my boyfriend and I should trust you,” (Y/n) began, leaning back in her chair “but I don’t.” she finished.

“NooOOooOoooOoooo…!” Mark whined “I trust me, so you should too.”

Tyler laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Alright, we each have exactly three minutes.” he said

“Ohh god.” groaned Ethen “(Y/n), let’s survive together, okay?” he held out a hand to said girl.

“Alright. You are my anchor.” she replied, dramatically grabbing his hand.

“CRANK(Y/N) CONFIRMED!” Mark and Tyler both shouted at the same time, causing you all to laugh once again.

“I guess I shouldn’t be saying that, because we are dating,” Mark chuckled “so, Ethen! Stay away from my woman, ya’ little blue bastard!”

Everyone laughed more.

“Okay, one… twothreego!” Tyler said quickly, hastily shoving his phone to the side.

“Oh, oh, okay!” Mark sputtered and looked at all the kitchen condiments below him, on the tarp.

“Way ahead of you.” Tyler stated, shoving some flour onto Ethen’s cheeks. “Beauty!” he said in some accent.

“LORDY, I cAN’T SEE!” Ethen wailed, beginning to paw at his eyes.

“DETAILS, DETAILS!” Tyler laughed loudly.

(Y/n) turned slowly to Mark and mouthed ‘please no’, the camera zoomed in on her face.

“Classic red lips is what I’m up for!” Mark said back, a goof smile on his face.

He took some Red Hot and dabbed a bit on his finger tip, being gentle when spreading it upon the girl’s lips. Tipping some also on her cheeks for extra measure.

“It burns.” she hissed, squinting her eyes.

“Beauty is pain, beauty is pain…” Mark repeated, continuing to scour the tarp. The brunette suddenly turned and winked in the direction of the lens. “That’s why it pains me to look at (Y/n) sometimes, because she is so damn pretty.”

“Awe~” she drawled. The Red Hot covered her actual blush.

“Well it pains me to look at you too Mark,” Ethan snickered “because you are so damn ugly.” and then he groaned again “That and this fucking flour makes it hurt when I open my eyes…”

Everyone laughed along with him.

“How much time we got?” Mark questioned.

“Thirty seconds.” Tyler replied. He was finishing up added a coco-powder beard to Ethen.

“Ah, balls!” Mark cried and at last minute snatched the vegemite. “Can someone say eyeshadow? Because I sure can.” he chuckled.

“I fucking can’t.” (Y/n) laughed as Mark applied the heavy spread to her eye lids.

“Time!” Tyler called.

Mark and (Y/n) both couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” (Y/n) sighed and didn’t even bother to open her eyes.

“Ya’ love me.” Mark said back, laughed his funny laugh, and leaned down to the girl’s face to give her a kiss.

(Y/n) could feel Mark in front of her and knew what he was looking for, so she gave it to him.

A sweet, Red Hot kiss.

“Oh my god, I hate you!” Mark cries dramatically, laughing quaintly “It. BURNS.”

“Beauty is pain.” the rest of them said in unison, bellowing with laughter.

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(A/n): Ah this one is cute though. I really do like this one, even though it’s pretty short?? Oh well. It’s great.

When your favorite TV show airs in the morning. (or if you just really hate school.)
^ ME

Yagami Kumi Twitter 04/13

11:49 AM (JST)

いやぁ。
Yaah.

卒業なんてのはさ、人生の通り道でしかないんだよね。
You know, graduation is merely another path in life, right?
だから寂しいと思わないし、むしろこれから自分の好きなように過ごせるわけ
That’s why I don’t think of it as lonely. Rather, it’s a way of living your life the way you want
でしょ?
Right?
そんな楽しくなりそうな人生を応援しないわけにいかない。
I don’t want to be someone who doesn’t want to support a fun life like that.
だから寂しいとかより、おめでとうで心はいっぱいかな。
That’s why instead of being sad for her, I want to be satisfied by saying ‘Congrats’.

11:53 AM (JST)

ちなみに私は、名古屋在住だから
By the way, I live in Nagoya, so
卒業以来ゆりあと会えてないし、ゆりあは忙しいから
I won’t be seeing Yuria since she’ll graduate, and because Yuria’s busy
なかなか会えない。
we rarely meet at all.
きっとゆりあが卒業したらもっと会えなくなるだろう。
Surely, if Yuria graduates, we’ll get to meet each other even less.

あの子が卒業して離れていっても
Even if that kid graduates and gets distant

寂しくても
Even if it’s lonely
あの子が幸せで毎日過ごしているのであれば嬉しく
As long as that kid will live her everyday life with happiness, then I’ll gladly
卒業も心からおめでとうと言える。
tell her from the bottom of my heart, 'Congrats on graduating’.

paperjam-bipper  asked:

concept: moana getting super sick. nothing fatal, just something REALLY unpleasant to go through. She knows nothing's gonna happen to her, but unfortunate, out-of-practice-for-1000-years maui does *not* and goes into full-blown Panic Mode over her well-being.

Look, an honest effort at fluff! Fun fact: I wrote this when I was actually suffering a migraine. Probably should’ve gone to sleep, but I hadn’t written yet that day, so this is the result of me shamelessly inflicting my own pain on my favorite characters.

Also, in Moana: Island Life, it’s confirmed canon that Moana sometimes forgets to eat her own breakfast because she’s too busy worrying about her own people. Chill, Curly, they’re not gonna die if you drink a coconut or two.


His first clue is a wince. It’s a little thing, just the smallest movement in the corner of his peripheries, and it’s gone when he glances beside him, but he catches it all the same.

“Something on your mind, Curly?”

“Huh?” Moana responds, all of her earlier eloquence gone, and Maui takes that as a no. Makes sense. Even an orator like Moana has to run dry of clever words sometimes, and after her incredible display of diplomatic navigation inside that fale tele he’s not surprised she’s hit her cap.

“Ah, nothing,” he says, waving an airy hand in her direction. “Anyway, now that’s done, whaddya say to a day on the water, huh?”

Moana’s face lights up, all eagerness and anticipation…and then falls. “I can’t,” she replies quietly. “I have stuff to do.”

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(( Suzie Q is a local Garden Witch, specializing in flowers. Lately, there’s been rumors that the flowers she sells are especially good for use in floral fortune-telling… Regardless of whether those rumors are true, her business has definitely picked up, so she’s doing pretty well for herself.

When she’s not having her market time monopolized by a certain (egregiously persistent) Electric Witch, anyway… 💖 ))

Moments. Chapter 11: Temptation

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)

WARNING: This chapter as you can see in the name, deals with temptation, meaning that Sana will doubt her limits for a moment. I can promise you (even if this is a spoiler to the chapter) that nothing will happen between them because I respect Sana’s limits so much and I would never write something against those limits but I thought that she, as any girl in her situation, could doubt it for a moment but then choose not to act on those thoughts. I’ve written this with all my respect and I seriously hope that this doesn’t upset anyone in anyway. If you don’t want to read this chapter I’ll totally understand it. And I’m really really sorry if this upsets anyone. 

Also, this is set around two years after they get together.


Chapter 11: Temptation

She looked at her watch anticipating the moment. He was always the one giving her surprises but this time it was her turn.

Sana had finished classes earlier than expected and since her university was pretty close to Yousef’s work she had decided to give him a surprise and ask him to go to have lunch together, he was finishing in a few minutes anyway so he would be free soon.

She entered the kindergarten and looked around trying to find him. She spotted him in the back of the room circled by kids. She approached him but stopped behind two girls, one blonde and one brunette, who seemed about her age. They were standing there, a few meters from Yousef, and they were totally checking him out.

“How can he be so hot?” the blonde told her friend

“I know!! He’s so attractive”

“And the way he’s with kids? Like my little sister is always talking about him”

“Mine too! She’s always saying that her teacher Yousef is the best, and I mean I don’t blame her” the brunette said

“I love when my mom asks me to come and pick Emmelie from here because I mean, look at him” the blonde girl squealed

“Listen, I don’t even wait for my mom to ask me to come, I’m always offering to pick up Lea” the brunette chuckled

“Huh, I’m going to start to do that too”

“Have you ever talked to him, though?”

Ah, not really, like only “hi” and “have a good day” things like that. But he’s always so polite and cute and well, hot!”

“Same with me. Do you think he has a girlfriend?”

“I really hope not”

“Are you going to ask him out or something?”

“I might…he drives me crazy!”

Sana couldn’t bear to hear those things anymore. It was time she showed those girls who she was. She walked past them shoving the blonde’s shoulder slightly.

“Yousef” she called him with a lovely voice

He looked up and Sana could swear that his smiled lit up the room. He said something to the kids and started to walk towards her.

“What are you doing here?”

He leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek. Sana took the chance and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him catching him off guard. It wasn’t like Yousef was going to say no to a hug from Sana so he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. She pulled apart after a moment resting her hands on his chest.

“I ended early and wanted to give you a surprise.” She said kissing his cheek “Want to have lunch together?”

“Uh, yes of course!” he said grinning

“Great!!” she said giving him another kiss on his other cheek

“Wow, what’s with you today?” he asked chuckling

“What? Can’t I be happy to see my boyfriend?” she said emphasizing the last word.

“Of course you can, babe” he said kissing her forehead “Okay, I’m out in ten minutes. Can you wait here?”

She nodded with a huge smile.

“See you in a bit boyfriend” she almost yelled.

She then turned around to look at the girls with a smug smile. The girls looked at her with a disgusted face, took their sisters hands and left the building without a word.

“Sana?” she heard Yousef calling

She turned around biting her lip, he was supposed to have gone.

“Did you scared those girls off?” he asked raising his eyebrow at her

“No” she frowned

“Wait a minute, is that why you were acting like that? You were trying to what? Mark your territory?”

“No”

He titled his head and glared at her

“They were calling you hot!” she whined

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life. Sana Bakkoush is jealous” he said laughing

“No. I’m not jealous, I’m…protective”

“Sure you are” he chuckled “Okay Miss protective, I’m going to get my things and I’ll be back in a minute try not to kill any girl while I’m gone”

She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms on her chest. She wasn’t jealous but those girls need to know not to mess with her boyfriend.

 -x-

“You have to come more often to the kindergarten, especially if there are girls there. You were really lovely with me” Yousef said a few hours later as they cuddled on Sana’s couch

“It wasn’t because of the girls” she said patting him on the chest.

He had his arm around her shoulder and she was resting her head on his chest.

“Sure”

“Seriously. Do you think I don’t want to be…you know…touchy…with you? ‘Cause I do, I just choose not to”

“That’s not what I meant” he said squeezing her shoulder

She didn’t say anything and looked at the floor

“Hey, look at me” he said

She looked up with her head still on his chest.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant”

She nodded but kept looking at him. She took a moment to just focus on every inch of his face. She swallowed really hard, trying to keep her mind straight but him being so close wasn’t making it easy. She knew she should be backing off but instead she found herself pulling herself up leaning a little closer.

“Sana, what…”

He said but she wasn’t listening she was focusing on his lips, his beautiful lips. She moved a little closer, only a few inches were keeping them apart now.

“Sana” he warned her

She looked from his lips to his eyes and saw a mix of lust and concern which seemed contradictory but made total sense to her. She bit her lip and looked at his once more.

Then suddenly she shook her head, she couldn’t do it. She backed off abruptly and sat on the other side of the couch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t, I just can’t” she said as she covered her face with her hands

“Sana, it’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry” he tried to calm her but she was already freaking out.

“I can’t, I can’t” she kept saying, tears rolling down her face and wetting her hands.

“Hey, hey, Sana” he stood up and walked to her, crouching in front of her. “Sana…”

He took her hands gently and pulled them away from her face.

“Sana, it’s okay”

“It’s…it’s not that I don’t want to kiss you…but I can’t…I made a promise to myself and I want to stick to it, I’m sorry…” she said between sobs

“Stop apologizing. I know your boundaries and I respect them, you know that. I’m not here for that stuff”

“But we’ve been dating for two years now and you…you will want to…and I won’t…and you will get tired of me. You will. You will find another girl who…who can give you what you want…like the girls from today”

“Wait. Is that what this is about? Those girls?”

“No, it’s not that…but it reminded me of this…”

“Sana I will never get tired of you okay? You are what I want, no one else”

“You don’t know that”

“Okay, that’s it. Come here” he said standing up and holding her hand.

She let him get her on her feet and guide her around her house till they reached the bathroom. Yousef opened the door, turned the light on and placed Sana in front of the mirror, him standing right behind her.

“Look at that mirror and tell me what you see” he said

“I see a girl who is a mess” she said sniffling.

“Okay, you want to know what I see?” he said looking at her eyes on the mirror. “I see the girl I love, I see the love of my life, I see my soulmate, I see the only girl I’ve ever wanted and the only girl I’ll ever want, I see the only person who can give me what I want and what I need and you want to know what that is? It’s her heart.” He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to look at him “I don’t want anything else from you Sana, only your love, only your time, only your smile. That’s it. I will never, ever, get tired of you. I love you, just the way you are, with your limits, with your boundaries, with your faith, with your thoughts because that’s what makes you the girl you are, the girl I fell in love with and I wouldn’t change that girl for anything. So please, don’t ever think again that you’re not enough for me, because you’re everything to me. Understood?”

She looked at him still taken aback from what he had said and nodded.

“Good. Come here” he said pulling her into a hug

“You didn’t need to get that dramatic, this is not a Nicholas Sparks book” she mumbled against his chest

“Says the girl who’s crying” he chuckled.

He pulled away and wiped the tears from her face.

“I love you” he said looking at her tenderly

“I love you” she repeated.

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Prompts:

“ Hey! I would really like to see some jealous Sana who marks her territory, like a girl starts flirting with Yousef and Sana, who’s relatively shy about their relationship, acts on it and says or does something… I don’t know if I’m explaining myself, sorry but English is not my first language. Hope you decide to write it!”

“ Hey I don’t know if this is something you could write in your multichapter or it’d be better on its own but could you maybe write about Sana going to Yousef’s place of work (the kindergarten) and seeing that a lot of women are gushing about him so she takes the matter into her hands to shut those women up (because she’s “just a bit” jealous…”

“I really want a prompt of yousana almost kissing/sex. I know u don’t want to write it, and I understand cuz I’m in the same place as Sana!! But just ignoring it is unrealistic, I often WANT to do stuff but CHOOSE not to. So I think a prompt of yousef or sana maybe getting a bit carried away and then remembering would be really great and relatable! I just mean, I want to see some lust!! You know? We shy, “ no sex before marriage” girls feel those burning feelings too we just don’t act on them.” 

This is it

I hope you’ve liked it and again I really really hope that this isn’t disrespectful in anyway because I promise that wasn’t my intention

Thanks for reading!!

Circumstance (Part 2)

Rowaelin daughter x Feysand son 

Here’s Part 2! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback already. Keep it coming!

Tagging a few people who have been helping me: @readinggiraffe @rhysand-and-rowan @autumn03 @destiny14444 (If you want to be tagged in future parts, let me know!)

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Cadewyn is amazed by the beauty of Terrasen. The towering mountains, crystal clear lakes, and enormous, flourishing pine trees that surround the capital city of Orynth is completely breathtaking. As he follows the Captain of the Guard, Aedion, around the palace grounds, he is struck by how different it is from the Night Court.

In Velaris, his parents do not own a large castle, or a huge plot of land. There is Aunt Elain’s garden, but Cade is sure she would love to see the one in Terrasen thrice the size of her own. Only in the last few years has Cade been able to venture down to the Court of Nightmares, and the difference between the two capitals is practically palpable.

Terrasen is fresh, new, and clean, with smiles passed between everyone and a calm atmosphere. The palace, which Cade has learned was built only in the last couple decades, is pristine, though old fashioned, and though it is enormous, has an incredibly homey feel to it. Hewn City is dark, extravagant, and the tension that is constantly floating in the air gives him a headache whenever he visits. The architecture is old and, though it is kept very clean, feels dirty.  

Quickly, and without much effort, Cade finds himself at ease in the company of the captain as they stroll along the edge of the forest and make polite conversation. Aedion only looks a few years older than Cade, but the boy knows better. The captain may not have pointed ears or elongated teeth, but Cade can recognize the smell of fae blood in him.

They have been walking a few minutes in silence, just admiring their surroundings, when Cade finally works up the courage to ask. “So, how old are you?” He wonders, trying to be nonchalant about it so as not to seem rude.

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#707 Klefki

On top of posting day 5′s daily pokemon, I’m also going to post day 6 (on time for once hahaha)! The key shapes were definitely harder than the actual body of the Klefki, but I think it appreciates having some keys of its own.

Let’s Dance!.. or, Try

To boost popularity for your own group, C.I.E.L, your entertainment company decides that you’ll do a special stage with Lai Guanlin of Wanna One. It’s decided that you’ll be performing Troublemaker– the only catch? Guanlin isn’t exactly the world’s best dancer.

  • not really romance, tho the ending could be lowkey interpreted as such?
  • gg idol! reader

You pulled your hair back into a ponytail, drumming your fingers against your thigh nervously. You were currently standing in the YMC Entertainment company lobby, waiting for Lai Guanlin to return from a CF shoot that Wanna One had attended.

Your own group, C.I.E.L., had experienced immense success as rookies. You’d dominated the music charts, your debut single “Sky” staying in the top 10 for months on top of months. To boost your group’s popularity, you’d agreed to do a special stage with Lai Guanlin of Wanna One. Your companies had decided on a cover of Troublemaker, and today, you’d be recording the song and running through the first choreography practice, and that meant that you’d be meeting Lai Guanlin.

“You okay?” one of your managers, who had accompanied you to the entertainment building, asked you, sensing your nervousness.

You smiled, nodding, “I’ll be fine. I’m just worried that he’ll have a bad first impression.”

Right as you said that, the door to the room swung open, and Lai Guanlin and his own manager entered. You scrambled to your feet, immediately greeting them and bowing, Guanlin doing the same. You sat there awkwardly as the two managers talked, working the final parts of the plan out. Realizing that you and Guanlin were just sitting there awkwardly, they excused you to one of the practice rooms so that you could start going over choreography.

“So, you’re a rapper in your group?” You asked, doing your best to start conversation. Gualin nodded.

“I rap, but I can also sing a little—I’m not great,” he replied, opening the door to the practice room, “you’re a vocal?”

“Actually,” you smiled sheepishly, “I’m a dancer, my company had to teach me how to sing.”

“You sang on the demo, though,” Guanlin shrugged, “I thought you sounded good.”

“Ah, really?” you smiled, bowing in thanks, “Thank you.”

After the two of you got warmed up, you started the rehearsals. You two had learned your parts of the dance separately, but then had to put it together. Admittedly, it was a bit awkward, especially the chorus, when you two were back to back. Mutually, you agreed that he wouldn’t be putting his hand on your ass, which you’d bluntly stated before the run-through began. All in all, Guanlin had the parts of the dance down, it just wasn’t very sharp.

In fact, you soon realized that Guanlin wasn’t a very good dancer at all—as the practices progressed, you’d had to show him his own dance parts, teaching him how to stay on rhythm and get his moves to be more precise. By the end of your practicing, you could have sworn that you could dance to both parts of the dance, due to how much you’d had to help Guanlin.

On the day of the show, you arrived with the other members of C.I.E.L., nerves a wreck for the actual stage. After performing your title song with the girls, you were whisked back to completely change your hairstyle, makeup and outfit. Guanlin, who was performing his title songs with Wanna One, only had to change jackets, and his group performed later.

As Guanlin joined you, you smiled nervously at him, walking out onto the stage where your mark was. Dressed in the flowy black t-shirt dress and heels, you felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest as you looked out into the audience, seeing blinking LED signs for the various groups, including C.I.E.L.

As the whistle of the opening started, Guanlin began his part, and you prayed that his actions were as good as they had been in the final days of practice. As the countdown in the song began, the crowd chanted along, waving their lightsticks along to the legendary song.

You slowly lost the nerves you had been feeling, singing along to the song as Guanlin danced around you. As you got to the chorus of the dance, where you were back-to-back, the crowd exploded in screams, watching as you tilted your head back slightly, Guanlin tracing his lips just barely above your arm.

The song seemed to end as quickly as it started, and the two of you were ushered off the stage.

“We did it!” You grinned widely, high-fiving Guanlin, who smiled back, his gums showing.

“Woah, our Guanlin is growing up!” Yoon Jisung, another member of Wanna One, chuckled, and you bowed quickly.

Soon, all the groups were herded onto the stage for the final, and Wanna One won (say that five times fast), sparking a shower of confetti as they sang their song again.

As you were heading back to the dressing rooms with your own group, you heard Guanlin call your name.

“(y/n), you should give me you katalk,” Guanlin said, holding his phone out, “my hyungs are getting a bit tired of helping with my dance.” You laughed, accepting his phone and punching your ID in.

“There you go!” You said with a smile, “Hopefully we’ll meet during our next promotions!”

“I’ll text you,” Guanlin called, running off to go join his hyungs. You watched in amusement as his bandmembers greeted him, patting him on the back.

“I see you, girl,” one of your members teased, nudging you in the side. You just smiled, looking down as your phone buzzed with a notification

lai guanlin:

so, a rap cover next?


ngl it was SO weird to write this, since i already wrote one guanlin fic where the reader is an idol and she dances troublemaker, only it’s with a different guy and guanlin gets jealous

idk it was just trippy for me

mizjoely  asked:

17: You didn’t have to marry me, you know (for Sherlolly of course, thanks!)

This is actually three separate requests: mizjoely, an anon, and biroba.  What can I say, they all just blended together.  And yes, Paramount, I would consider optioning this, so please, send me piles of free money.

“You didn’t have to marry me, you know”/ “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”/ “Your brother told me all about it.”/ “Put your hands where I can see them.”/ “I’m soaked.”

“You didn’t have to marry me, you know,” Molly said, twisting her new ring.  She wasn’t sure, but she thought her finger was beginning to turn green.

“When in Rome…” Sherlock replied, flipping open his sunglasses one-handed and slipping them on, steering Molly toward the chapel doors with his arm around her shoulders.  "We’ll have it annulled before we leave.  Or get a divorce, or whatever it is people do.“

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