i shall finish it one day

FMA Villains Week - Day 7: There’s no Funeral without ‘Fun’.
Let’s finish this wonderful week with some more husbando material, shall we??
The theme inspired me to make a redraw of this wonderful fan art I found made by Shin, so the idea is not mine, I simply redraw it because I liked the idea so much. Thanks to the ones who organized this event, it was great to spread the love for the Villains in FMA!! Looking forward to the next Villains Week. C:


I spent my snow days this week finishing up these two Richonne sets I’d been working on for a while.

-Richonne from episode 7x10 featuring junkyard cat sculpture and Rick’s bloody hand. Not to toot my own horn but I’m so in love with this one 😍😍😍
-Richonne from episode 7x12, day packs and all. I’m pretty happy with these.
-and a bonus Jerry cause i love him so much.

distraction | osh [m]

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

oh sehun. reader-insert. 3,5k words. roommate!au. smut.

—sometimes you really need a distraction from college life, how lucky that sehun needs one, too

“Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later / Are you down to be a distraction, baby?” —Kehlani, Distraction

requested by @sassyunicorns2 for the drabble game (although this one turned out to become a scenario ;;; the song is great btw!)

“I’ll make it quick—” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, supporting your weight on Sehun’s shoulders, “Unconventional sex, no feelings, no obligations. Are you in or not?” you shoot the question quickly, gazing into his lecherously dark eyes. 

“Babe, you could put all sorts of conditions. Right now I need you to take off your clothes and that quickly,” he spoke in between his panting, running his hands up your back, over to your neck to pull you down for another kiss. 

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Ereannie #8: in fancy dress! Maybe this takes place in LAME!verse? Out promoting the group and igniting dating rumors along the way~ 

Shout out to the anons who requested these two:

You guys make my day :) 

friendly reminder that requests are closed at the moment! So please dont go firing into my inbox lol im still trying to finish the ones i have ;__;

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Gakukai no questions. *runs away*

proud bfs ready to take on the world together


Hufflepuff!Joshua x Slytherin!Reader

A/N: For the sake of this story, the season is winter. If it’s not winter wherever you are currently, use your imagination.

  • Finally getting a break after suffering through a vigorous transfiguration lesson the previous day, you are currently roaming around Hogsmeade. The weather is light snowing, icy flakes kissing the exposed skin of your face, the rest of you bundled up warm in layers of sweaters and coats. Stopping in shops, people-watching, and buying a few cauldron cakes from Honeydukes- it was safe to say you’re enjoying yourself.
  • That was until you see a puff of grey and black fur in the distance, and the seven foot tall bear, menacingly looming right behind it.
  • You thought to yourself for a few seconds, “Is the small animal in danger?” and “is this really my problem, though?”.
  • “To hell with it”, you muttered to yourself as you broke into a sprint, straight for the quivering, greyish puff, and the massive bear that seemed to grow larger and larger to closer you got to it.
  • The bear was only a few feet away from the small animal when you got close enough to cast a spell.
  • “Avis!”, you shouted with authority in your voice, your wand aimed directly for the bear.
  • Your voice and your wand pointing at the bear caused the bear to cast it’s attention to you instead of the defenseless animal between you two, but this didn’t last long. Birds flocked from the forest, took note of the direction of your wand, and swooped in, taking turns pecking at the bear furiously.
  • The bear was successfully distracted, roaring and swinging it’s alarmingly large arms at the birds.
  • You took this as your opportunity, making a break for the dark, shaking ball of fur, and scooping it up in your arms. Taking a moment to glance up at the bear, only a couple of steps in front of you, you look up to see what appears to be hundreds of more birds flying your way. Maybe your spell was a little too successful.
  • This was a sign for you to make a break for it, running all the way from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts, darting through halls and plowing down staircases, until you arrived at the Slytherin commons.
  • Taking a moment to breathe after all that physical exertion, you dropped your eyes to the little grey & black ball of fluff cradled in your arms. Upon further inspection, you realize that this creature is either a dog or a wolf, and you’re not sure which one. It looks like a mix of both.
  • Suddenly, Chan and his two mothers, Jun & Minghao, walk in to the commons room, not paying much attention to you. That is until Minghao does a double take in your direction and shouts loud enough for the whole school to hear.
  • Minghao: “IS THAT A DOG???”
  • You now have the attention of all three boys, who hurriedly shuffle over to you and start cooing over the soft pup in your embrace.
  • Chan: “It’s so cute!”
  • Jun: “Hey, I’m more cute”
  • Minghao: “Y/N, if you don’t let me hold it I might actually cry”
  • You: “I know it’s very cute but I want to make sure it’s okay first. When I found it, a bear was about to attack it”
  • Chan: “A bear?? In winter? Shouldn’t it be hibernating?”
  • You: “I don’t know, it didn’t seem like a normal bear. It was malicious even when unprovoked”
  • Jun: “It could have rabies or something”
  • You: “Yeah, I guess it could have”
  • Minghao: “And you did what? Went barreling towards it? By yourself, too! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?!”
  • You: “If I let you hold the dog, will you stop nagging me like you do Chan?”
  • Minghao: “Oh my god yes, please give me him”
  • “It’s actually a girl dog”, you corrected him as you carefully passed him the little ball of floof.
  • After about a minute of straight cooing at the dog, you were about to demand her back, still being worried about her condition, when Minghao placed the dog back in your arms, looking somewhat irritated.
  • You: “Why are you so pissed off?”
  • Minghao: “I’m not pissed off, I’ve been pissed on. I’m going to go take a shower…”
  • Stifling your laughs for until he left the room, you, Jun, and Chan, burst out into hysterics as soon as Minghao closed the door behind him.
  • Jun: “He was so excited about the dog, too!”
  • Chan: “Apparently the dog was a little too excited about him”
  • As Minghao went into one of the communal bathrooms with showers, he heard soft, mid-range singing.
  • Minghao: “Joshua, is that you?”
  • Joshua: “Yeah, why?”, he said, stepping out of one of the showers with a towel around his waist. He looked at Minghao’s mysteriously wet shirt, and asked what happened.
  • Minghao: “Y/N found a dog, and it peed on me. I’m gonna go wash it off”
  • Joshua: “Y/N found a dog?! Can I go see it?”
  • Minghao: “Yeah, knock yourself out. They’re in the Slytherin commons, so make your way to the dungeons”
  • And that’s exactly what Joshua did. After getting dressed, of course, because showing up to the Slytherin commons half naked is an A+ way to guarantee getting yourself hexed by their Prefect, Jihoon. As a prefect himself, Joshua was not about to take that risk.
  • He hurried down to the Slytherin commons and knocked on the door, only to be greeted by the door swinging open in one fluid motion, and Jun’s broad figure leaning against the door frame.
  • Jun: “I normally wouldn’t let a Hufflepuff in the Slytherin commons, but since it’s you Joshua, it’s fine. Come on in”, he said in a hushed tone.
  • Joshua: “Why are you speaking so quie-”
  • Joshua felt a hand slapped against his mouth and took it as a not-so-subtle hint to stop talking.
  • Chan: “You can’t talk too loud, or you’ll wake them up!”
  • Joshua: “Wake who up?”
  • Chan points to the fireplace, where you and the puppy are curled up in a couple of blankets, completely asleep.
  • Chan: “When they rescued the dog from that bear, the dog apparently had been in the snow for a while, freezing cold to the touch. They wanted to make sure the puppy warmed up, but they’re so tired they fell asleep. But aren’t they cute napping together like that?”
  • Joshua is dumbstruck by the overload of info Chan just dumped on him, but all he can think of is how yes, you do look absolutely flawless relaxed in front of the fireplace like that. So entranced by the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breath, and how your eyelashes flutter ever so slightly, resting gently against your cheeks, Joshua doesn’t even notice Chan trying to talk to him.
  • Chan: “Joshua?? You there?”, he says, waving a hand in front of Joshua’s face, tearing his attention from you to Chan.
  • Joshua: “Did you say she rescued the dog?”
  • Chan then went on to repeat himself relay what you had told the Slytherin boys about your encounter with the bear and dog. Half way through, Joshua had to plop himself down in one of the cushy arm chairs, from pure shock. He had a few classes with you before, but never really had the opportunity to really get to know you outside of the classroom. Being shown how strong in character you are, he’s beginning to regret not taking the initiative to become someone you would care about.
  • Just as this thought is running through his head, you stir from your brief slumber, immediately sleepily searching for the dog, and letting out a breath of relief when you spot her snuggled up in your lap, safe and sound.
  • Still somewhat out of it from just waking up, it would be an understatement to say that the last thing you expected to see was Joshua Hong kneeling in front of you with the most heartwarming expression on his face.
  • You also didn’t expect him to talk to you so suddenly, so you didn’t exactly catch whatever he said.
  • You: “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
  • Joshua: “I was just wondering if I could hold her?”
  • You: “Oh! Of course!”, you agree, picking up the now awake and very excited puppy, and handing her to Joshua, trying not to look too obviously flustered when your hands brush his.
  • “Of course Joshua Hong would come all the way to the Slytherin commons to see a dog, he’s the softest guy in the woRLD”, your internal monologue rambles on to itself, making sense of the amiable boy in front of you, looking adoringly at the puppy, while you look adoringly at him.
  • While his attention is on the dog, you scan the room to try and find your Slytherin companions, but they most likely lost interest and left, Chan going to practice quidditch, and Jun going to do… whatever it is that he does. You still weren’t really sure.
  • You had just thought you were getting over your crush on Joshua Hong, when here he shows up, out of the blue, here to make you catch feelings again. At first you find yourself a little irritated at the sudden intrusion into your heart again, the first time being when you had classes with him before, but one look at him with that damn puppy and you know you’re hooked again. You might as well just let it happen.
  • Joshua: “Have you named her yet?”
  • You: “No, I haven’t. What name do you think suits her?”
  • Joshua: “Me? Uh, well…”, he says, and looks at the dog with a charming amount of unnecessary concentration, before he comes to a conclusion.
  • You: “It’s okay if you don’t know any-”
  • Joshua: “Toast”
  • You: “… toast?”
  • Joshua: “I mean… her fur looks like what you get when you burn toast. So I like the name ‘Toast’. But I mean if that’s okay with you, it could be totally stupid and-”
  • Picking up the puppy out of Joshua’s arms, and lifting her up in the air Lion King style, you begin your dramatic speech.
  • You: “And from this day forward, people shall cower in the wake of the mighty beast that’s name rings loud and clear- TOAST!
  • When you finish, there’s an awkward silence for a beat, before Joshua practically falls over, cackling.
  • Joshua: “See!! Toast is perfect! Toast the Great!”
  • You: “There’s just one problem, though. Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs as acceptable pets. It’s only cats, rats, owls, or toads”
  • Joshua: “We could keep her a secret?”
  • You: “But that’s not fair to the other students who might want dogs as pets. What if we rallied together the student body and got everyone to sign a petition to have Hogwarts permit dogs as pets? Then we’d get to keep Toast and other students could have dogs, too”
  • Joshua: “That’s actually a really good plan! How do you want me to help?”
  • You: “Well honestly if you go around with the petition, not a damn person wouldn’t sign it, seeing as everyone loves you”, you quickly retort, only to glance up at Joshua, whose cheeks have shifted to a light pink color, as he blinks at you in surprise.
  • Joshua: “I- Um… thank you. That means a lot coming from you. I’ll get right on drafting the petition!”, he says as he makes a break for the door, only to jog back, pat Toast on the head, and then sprint out of the room.
  • He runs out and you’re just standing there, c o n f u s e d, holding this dog like “I. Fucked. Up”
  • When Toast reaches up and licks your cheek and you’re like “You know what. It’s fine. I don’t need that beautiful, caring boy. I only need twenty seven dogs”, and on that note, you go up to your dorms, make a lil doggo bed out of blankets and pillows, plop Toast into the pile of bedding, and then crawl into your own bed. You fall asleep wanting to Die of Embarrassment™, but also feeling strangely motivated on your mission to allow dogs as pets. It definitely had everything to do with cute dogs, and not one particular cute Hufflepuff boy.
  • The next morning, you sit down at the Slytherin table at your usual spot between Jun and Minghao, which Chan liked to cleverly call the “China Line Sandwich” he’s the only one other than Wonwoo that found this funny at all
  • You felt a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see a sheepish looking Joshua, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, and the other clutching a mostly blank paper.
  • Joshua: “I’m sorry for running out like that yesterday, but here, I finished the draft our petition!”, he apologizes, handing you the scroll. After looking through it, you’re amazed by the amount of detail and hard work he put into this.
  • You: “Joshua, this is flawless. We could start passing this around today!”
  • Your excitement is short lived, however, as the petition is snatched out of your hands by the one, the only, Choi Seungcheol.
  • Seungcheol: “Y/N, what kind of tricks are you up t- WAIT IS THIS ABOUT DOGS”, he shouts after skimming to parchment he abruptly acquired.
  • Joshua: “It’s a petition for Hogwarts to permit dogs as pets”
  • Seungcheol: “Oh my god, can I sign it? Wait I don’t have a pen or anything… HEY MINGYU!”, he yells across the room to the Gryffindor table, where you see Mingyu get startled and choke on whatever he was eating. After his coughing fit, Mingyu takes a sip of water and calls back to Seungcheol.
  • Mingyu: “wHAT DO YOU WANT?”
  • Seungcheol: “DO YOU HAVE A PEN?”
  • Mingyu: “YEAH, HERE”, he says, and chucks a pen across the dining hall, only to completely miss and whack an unsuspecting Jeonghan in the face, who jumped back so hard he fell out of his seat.
  • Seungcheol: “Oops, sorry babe”, he mumbles his apologies to Jeonghan, patting him on the head, and walking away with the pen.
  • Jeonghan: “You couldn’t helped me up or anything?”
  • After Seungcheol accidentally makes this giant scene about signing your petition, other people’s interests are sparked and more and more people from all houses come to sign it. By the time you leave breakfast, you already have seventy-three signatures.
  • You: “Woah, I can’t believe people are this willing to help…”
  • Joshua: “I believe it. Who would say no to puppies? Also why don’t you take the petition to your classes to see if we can get more signatures. If we keep it up at this rate, we’ll have enough to bring to the headmaster by the end of the day!”
  • You:  “Here, I think you should bring the petition with you. We’ll get double the signatures if you’re the one asking people to sign”
  • Joshua: “??? And why is that?”
  • You: “I mean, collectively as a student body, no one wants to see Joshua Hong upset. It heartbreaking, really. You’re a really likable person, I can’t think of a single person who would say no to you”
  • Joshua: “Wonwoo. Wonwoo would say no to me. Something along the lines of ‘all those dogs will just scare away my cat’, as if his cat doesn’t already run from him in the first place”
  • You: “Yeah, yeah, but you know I’m right. Just take the petition, I’m sure you’ll do great”, you decide, handing Joshua the parchment and Mingyu’s pen that neither of you were inclined to give back
  • You went through the rest of your day as normal, except for telling people that if they run into Joshua, they should sign the petition. It wasn’t until your third class of the day, History of Magic, that someone called you out.
  • Minghao: “You’ve been telling everyone about Joshua for the past hour, what’s your deal with him?”
  • You: “Oh, well we started a petition together which hopefully will allow-”
  • Minghao: “You started a petition together? Together? You could’ve just said you started a petition, but you thought it was important to associate you two together? Maybe ‘together’ is what you really want, Y/N…”
  • You: “No, wait… I just, I didn’t mean it like-”
  • Minghao: “I’m personally supportive of this relationship. We could use a little positive energy around the Slytherin kids. And you can never have too many Slytherin & Hufflepuff couples”
  • Understanding that Minghao is not about to let this go any time soon, you decide to just admit to him your feelings for Joshua, and hope Minghao wouldn’t do anything too invasive to “help” escalate your relationship with Joshua.
  • Minghao: “I’m not gonna do anything about it, but I’ve seen you practically trip over yourself just to glance at him in the halls. You’re not subtle at all”
  • You: “Oh shut up, at least I’m capable of feelings, unlike some of us”
  • Minghao: “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Y/N? Y/N!”, he calls out for you as you weave your way out of the class, the Professor having just dismissed everyone.
  • To your surprise, as soon as you turn the corner, you see Joshua just standing there. He gets up on his tiptoes and looks over the mess of students pouring out of the classroom, until he sees you. And oh boy, when he sees you, his face lights up, his entire posture perks up, and he looks so happy. You freeze, your heart beating alarmingly faster and harder than you’d like to admit.
  • He makes his way through the crowd over to you, and shoves two scrolls into your hands- one being the petition from this morning, full of signatures, and the other being a significantly longer scroll, almost as tall as you, also completely full of signatures.
  • Joshua: “I guess people really like dogs, huh?”, he says, trying to suppress all his overflowing excitement.
  • You: “Joshua this is amazing! You’re the only one that could’ve managed this, thank you!”, you thank him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight for a brief moment, before letting go and marching down the hall, leaving a flustered Joshua in your wake.
  • Joshua: “I… ah, um…”
  • You: “Come on, Joshua! We have to present this to the headmaster. For Toast!”, you say, stopping your brisk walk to turn around to face him. He looked like he was in deep thought, and you weren’t sure why. It was like he didn’t even hear you.
  • You slowly make your way back over to where you came from, and stop only when you’re directly in front of him.
  • You: “Are you okay?”, you ask cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then kinda wishing you didn’t, because oh my god you can feel his muscles through his frEAkING shiRT
  • His eyes drop down to meet yours, the alarm apparent in his expression, before muttering something about ‘being fine’ and ‘not wanting to get into it right now’, to which your subconscious was like “alright bro, but like- the petition. Toast needs us”. Before you could say any of that out loud though, Joshua places his hand over your hand that’s been hovering on his shoulder, brings them down to his side, and laces his fingers with yours.
  • Joshua: “C'mon, the headmaster’s office is this way”, he says, leading you in that direction, and acting like this a normal fucking thing and you know this is nOT noRMAL for you two at all because your heart is beating out of your chest, and for once in your life, you have no idea what the heck to say.
  • The walk to the headmaster’s office was silent, but a comfortable silence. That’s one of the things you appreciate about Joshua- how he has the ability to make the people around him comfortable without even trying.
  • He lets go of your hand to knock on the intimidatingly large, oak door, only to place his hand on the small of your back comfortingly, leading you inside when the door slowly creaks open.
  • After you pitch your idea to the headmaster and provide a solid argument along with the hundreds of signatures on hour petitions, the headmaster HAS to agree. And that’s exactly what happened.  
  • You and Joshua walk out of the headmaster’s office, trying to remain professional until out of sight of the headmaster. Then the two of you explode into a fit of happy giggles.
  • You: “Did you see how far his eyebrows raised when I started talking about dogs?”
  • Joshua: “I thought they were gonna fly away, oh my gosh”
  • You: “But really, I didn’t know you liked dogs enough to go through all this work”
  • Joshua: “I don’t like dogs enough to do this, I like you more than enough, though”
  • You: “…hUH?!?”
  • Joshua: “oH wOW that just kind of slipped out, um you can pretend I never said that, I mean I don’t want to make it awkw-”
  • He was interrupted by you crashing your lips onto his. At first he didn’t respond at all, but after a moment his hands found their way to your hips as he melted into the kiss.
  • You pulled away, making eye contact with him, and smiling so hard your cheeks started cramping.
  • Joshua: “Does this mean, you’d maybe want to date me?”
  • You: “I mean, if Toast likes you, who am I to say no”
  • Joshua: “Wait shouldn’t we check on Toast, it’s been like five hours and what if she’s not okAY, don’t we need to let her outside to use the bathroom???”
  • You: “oh hell, you’re right. Let’s go!”
  • The two of you dashed to the Slytherin commons, hoping that she hadn’t had an accident on anything important. What you were met with, you were both surprised and unsurprised.
  • Minghao was in a rocking chair by the fireplace, drinking a glass of water, with Toast curled up in a ball on his lap.
  • Minghao: “Can I be her godfather? Pretty please?”
  • You: “Uhh I mean are you okay with that?”, you asked Joshua.
  • Joshua: “I don’t see how that’d be a problem. Since we’re dating, I’d probably be Toast’s dad anyway”
  • Minghao: “YOU WHAT”, he yelled, surging forward and spitting out the sip of water he’d taken right before Joshua mentioned the word ‘dating’.
  • Meanwhile, Toast came bounding up to the two of you, hopping up to get your attention. You both kneel down to pet her, showering her with love.
  • Minghao: “Are you two going to just ignore me”
  • Joshua: “Toast is more important, sorry”
  • Minghao: “What kind of a dumb name is ‘Toast’, anyway?”
  • Minghao: “…yes please”
  • A couple of days later, the headmaster announced that dogs were to be allowed as pets at Hogwarts. From then on, you saw more and more of your peers with cute puppies, walking around the courtyard and halls.
  • In the end, you were happy that you made the split second decision to save that dog, because if you hadn’t, you might’ve missed the opportunity to become someone special to one of the sweetest boys you know.
  • Also you got a puPPY like heLL yES.
One Hell Of A Baby Daddy (Sebastian x Reader)

K, so I let my friends (*cough* @chictheatre *cough*) read this and they told me I should totally post it, so, here it is.

For all you Black Butler fans out there ;)

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For the first time in almost a millenia, Sebastian Michaelis felt an emotion he thought died with his human self.


Genuine, hand trembling, panic.

And the fact that he was actually panicking caused him to panic even more. 

Sebastian Michaelis never panicked. 

He was one hell of a butler. 

One hell of a lover, the sleeping maiden beside him held the proof, every bare patch of skine marked with his passionate affection from the night before. 

And becouse of that said passion, they now had one hell of a problem.

Instead of two heart beats, there were three.

Faint, undeveloped, but a heartbeat none the less.

Never in his entire existence did Sebastian think he would ever be in this situation.

The echoes of his laughter to Ciel’s reaction when Lizzie declared her pregnancy now seem very far away as Sebastian was shoved into his masters shoes.

“Ahh …”

Sebastian now understood completely why Ciel had fallen down the stairs at the sudden announcement.

He didn’t think he could stand at the moment either.

The thing that made his situation completely diffrent was Ciel’s wife didn’t have an older brother who hated his guts and forbid there relationship in the first place.

Sebastian glanced at the demoness beside him, her curves and hips silhouetted by the soft morning rays that escaped through the gap in the heavy drapes.

_______ Faustus.

Sebastian had always scoffed at the rumors and tales of the allure of a demoness, but when confronted with the female of his species, any will power he had was then booted out the door.

So very unprofessional of a butler to side with instinct rather than logic, but coming across a demoness was like finding a needle in a hay stack.

Wooing her hadn’t been an easy task either. Practically impossible.

Besides the fact that she was the sister of that vile abomination, Sebastian had never delt with a woman who could beat him at his own game.

To be frank, she had completely owned him and he was, as the kids say these days, ‘whipped’.

Underneath all the chaos and panic that was going on, Sebastian felt something he thought had also been lost.

The feeling was almost … Breathtaking.

Were demons even allowed to feel this way?

“Are you quite finished spazzing yet?“ 

A woman’s voice had never sounded so silky to Sebastian’s ears. 

"My dear, I do not spaz.”

She let out a very unlady like snort.

Sebastian’s heart fluttered with a tender warmth. Not even the birds could have competed with that.

With an indescribable need to feel her warmth, Sebastian slipped an arm underneath her hip and pulled her to him. 

Her body spooning against his, fitting perfectly. Like the hundreds of silvers spoons he had to polish.

She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied hum as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“If it’s Claude your worried about, don’t worry. I’ll protect you from my big bad brother." 

The humor in her voice didn’t fail to reach his ears, and neither did the slight tremble when she said his name.

That tremble struck a cord.

A protective surge unlike he had ever felt before burned through his veins and his grip on her tightened.

The next few weeks, perhaps months, would most likely be hell.

Claude would sense the child’s presence immediately, and promptly come down to the Phantomhive Manor to try to kill him. 

Sebastian was certain that Claude wouldn’t touch her or the child, a demon baby was far too precious and rare to destroy, but she would no doubt face his wrath.

Like hell he would let her go though that.

If Claude wanted to even so much as glare at her, he would have to go through him.

It amazed him how readily he was to defend this unborn creature when a few moments ago it almost sent him into hysteria. 

It made him feel a little guilty that he would strip it away from Ciel one day.

But only a little bit.

With this child, and a soon-to-be enraged older brother, perhaps finishing his contract as swiftly as possible would be best.

Soft, lush lips pressed against his cheek, snapping him back to reality.

Finding his tongue somewhere in his chaotic state of mind, "Do not worry about a thing, my love. I shall take care of everything.” The kiss was returned, a soft peck on her lips.

“Hmm, will you now.”

“But of course. If there’s one thing a butler knows, it’s responsibility. And we both know, I am simply one hell of a b-”


"Ba . . by… Daddy …" 

Her laughter at his bewildered face was heard clear down the hall. 

Mind you, it’s an incredibly long hall.

Sebastian had never heard anything so ridiculous.

One hell of a babydaddy?


It was so like her to take a perfectly  kickass catchphrase and soil it.

Only she would come up with something like that … And … now, would be the only one allowed to hear it.

Perhaps the phrase was not so … barbaric.  Perhaps he was, even warming up to the idea.

Sebastian swore under his breath that if the phrase was muttered from anyone’s lips besides hers or his own, the Phantomhive Manor would suddenly decrease in staff.

"Indeed.” Her giggle was intoxicating as his nose nuzzled behind her ear, an extremely ticklish place, “I am one hell of a babydaddy.”

About Time

Originally posted by mykingkilii

Request: N/A
Words: 2,834

Adopted Durin/Elf! Reader x Legolas
Gimli tells the reader’s adoptive brothers, Kili and Fili, that Legolas and the reader are still dancing around their feelings for each other.

AN/N: Kili and Tauriel’s daughter’s name is Welsh and is pronounced: eye-LON-wee.

“Please tell me you’re joking Gimli?” Kili asked and looked at his brother Fili, the newly coronated King Under the Mountain, they shared an incredulous look.
“On my axe! They’ve done naught but dance around each other, light-footed as they are.” Gimli swore and held his hand up as he did so as to solidify his point.

“Uncle!” Kili shouted, age had not dulled his wild, childish nature, “Have you heard this?”
“The whole mountain heard it, Kili be quiet.” Thorin grumbled and rubbed his beard. He was sat beside Fili as his nephew’s adviser, he was getting on in years and wanted to make sure that Fili was confidant running the Kingdom before he joined the Halls of Mahal so he had retired from his role and had Fili crowned.
The source of Kili’s exasperation was learning from Gimli that you and Legolas were still sidestepping your feelings for one another – after all these years!

Back before the mountain had been reclaimed by the line of Durin, when they had lived in the Blue Mountains, Dis had found you as a young elfling, starving and injured after saving Fili from being kidnapped. She’d carried Fili and your almost weightless form home, despite being pregnant with Kili at the time, knowing that her husband may not agree with taking you in and Thorin would despise you.
Dáin may be less agreeable then Thorin but neither could hold a candle to Dis when her mind was set, she refused to leave you to fend for yourself after you had saved her son just because of your heritage, so Fili gained a sister before a brother and Dis and her husband a new child. It would be twenty years before Thorin would refer to you as Daughter of Dis but eventually, when your adoptive father died, he stopped seeing you as an elf but instead simply as his niece.

You’d met Legolas when the Company had been taken prisoner outside Mirkwood and the pair of you had been smitten since. Elves, like dwarves, loved once and they loved hard. He’d rushed to save you from Orcs when you were in a barrel rushing down the river towards Laketown, he’d helped you fight off Orcs in Laketown so that Tauriel could save your brother’s life and he’d helped you save both your brothers and your Uncle from certain death against Azog and Bolg.

After the battle had been won and the lands of Men, Dwarf and Elves started to put themselves together Legolas had asked you to go with him, as his friend and companion, to journey across Middle Earth and help stop the evil brewing in the shadows of the landscape. You’d joined him without hesitation, Thorin had spewed some comments under the influence of his Dragon Sickness that you were not ready to forgive and you already knew, even if you wouldn’t admit it, that you would go with Legolas anywhere.
So, you’d said goodbye to your family and assured your Mother and Brother’s that you still loved your Uncle Thorin and that one day you would return. You’d managed a few visits here and there but it wasn’t until after the War of Ring sixty years later that you’d finally returned back to the mountain with Gimli and Legolas, after visiting Legolas’ father in Mirkwood.

Gimli, as much as he loved you and respected you as the Prince’s sister, was sick of being stuck in the middle of you and the Elf Prince prancing around your feelings for one another so he told your younger brother Kili, knowing that he’d find a way to interfere.
Kili turned his attention to his wife as she came into the  throne room with their daughter but Tauriel had heard every word with her Elf hearing and held her and up to stop Kili repeating himself.

“They have been busy with the fellowship and fighting a war and before that there was Smaug and the battle against Azog and his army. Do not force the issue with them, you know your sister will not apricate you prying.” Tauriel reminded them. Kili and Tauriel’s daughter squirmed free from her mother’s arms and ran straight to her Great Uncle Thorin who pulled her onto his lap.

“Hello Eilonwy, how is my gem today?” Thorin asked the little girl in his lap, she was the apple of his eye and reminded him of you when you were just an Elfling. Eilonwy had her father’s thick, dark hair, which her Grandmother Dis often braided, and the Durin eyes but her mother’s smooth skin and pointed ears.
“Is Auntie back? Adad said that Auntie was back!” Eilonwy grinned up at Thorin who gave Kili a level look for ruining the surprise.
“I forget that she’s got her mother’s hearing.” Kili mumbled to Fili who laughed at his brother’s misery.
“She’s back but she’s getting ready for the party tonight, don’t you think you should get ready?” Thorin asked her and Eilonwy nodded, stood on his knees and with no warning leapt from Thorin’s lap straight into Kili’s arms.
Fili tried to hide a smirk, his niece was reckless like her father and would surely give them all a heart attack one day!
“Shall we tell Amad? About Y/N and Princey?” Kili asked.
Thorin snorted, “Not if you want him to survive, your mother would be furious to know that they’ve not made the courtship official.”
“I think we’re at that stage.” Gimli mumbled.

“I don’t know if I will ever get used to peace again. I think I’m too used to war now.” You confessed to Legolas as he helped to lace up the back of your dress, his nimble fingers brushing against your bare back. Once he’d finished he pulled your hair away from once shoulder, slid his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“With the trouble your family makes, I’m sure you’ll be kept busy.” He mumbled to you and gently kissed under your ear.

You swallowed hard and leaned back into his arms, your relationship was Legolas was not an easy one to describe. When you were alone, he was always like this, his arms around you, his lips against your cheeks whispering sweet things to you. If he saw you with another man, he could be violently jealous if he picked up anything other than platonic intentions from them. And you could honestly say that you loved him more than anything but the pair of you had never made it official.
You’d hidden behind wars, the fellowship and the mask of duty to the task but now all of that had melted away it was hard to find the words to express what you wanted to each other.

Legolas feared by whispering his intent that he would lose the intimacy that you’d already gained, that you’d both be forced down the rigid structure of marriage rituals. He had seen the carnage of the argument between his father and Thorin when trying to make arrangements for Kili and Tauriel’s wedding.

You turned in his arms and moved your hands up to rest them on his chest, he held your gaze for a moment until you could feel yourself blushing.
“You’re as beautiful as starlight, and more beautiful now then the morning of the Dawnless Day.” His words where whispered against your lips and you sighed happily as they washed over you. The Dawnless Day before the War of the Ring was the one time that you and Legolas had let the pretence of companionship fall away and you’d taken each other to bed. You cheeks heated at the memory of the whispers of love as you’d made love to each other.

Seeing your blush, Legolas’ lip twitched and one hand left your waist to come to your cheek, “Why do we continue like Elflings?”
You shook your head and offered him a smile, “Fear of peace? We’ve both only known war and adventure for so long.”
I think you could be my greatest adventure.” He whispered to you and as he leaned down to kiss you, you were interrupted by a bang at the door. He pulled away from you and you sighed at the loss of contact but smiled as you opened the door, only Dwalin could knock on a door like that.

You opened the door and sure enough Dwalin was stood there dressed in his finery, his expression softened, “Well I must’ve the wrong door, the Y/N I’m lookin’ for never looked so grown up.”
You leaned down to hug him, “There’s a compliment in there somewhere, I’m sure.”
He held you as close he could because the height difference, “You look beautiful.”

When he finally let you go, you quickly elbowed Legolas in the side as he came to stand beside you so he’d say nothing of the mighty Dwarf warrior wiping his eye, Legolas had been there when you’d told Dwalin of the fate of Balin, Ori and Oin. Only a few days had passed and Dwalin was still quite raw over the news of his brother.
Dwalin recovered himself and pointed at Legolas, “Were you in there unattended with this elf?”
You rolled your eyes at him, “We’ve fought in many wars and battles together.”
Dwalin held his belt, “Your point being?”
“That I’ve seen her decapitate without a second thought and have no wish to be on the receiving end of her axe.” Legolas answered for you and you nudged his arm playfully in response.
Dwalin nodded, he’d taught you how to wield an axe himself, “Good answer, now come. The Fellowship are waiting for their entrance.”

When Kili had heard that his sister and the Elf Prince were late in attendance, he had half heartedly hoped that you’d appear dishevelled and he wouldn’t have to worry about your love life any more. Not that it was his issue to deal with anyway but Fili was King now, Kili himself was married and settled down and he wanted to make sure that you were happy and he knew that Legolas was what made you happy.
Oh Mahal, was that Dis, Gimli, Thorin and Thranduil stood in the corner with their heads together? Thranduil had to bend at the waist to be able to join the secret conversation but that was definitely them conspiring away. The Fellowship made their entrance and the dwarves were happy to note how Legolas slipped his arm through yours and pulled you close to his side as you walked.

The party went smoothly for a few hours, you danced with every member of the Company and the fellowship before sitting with you mother to relax for moment and watch as Eilonwy got everyone to let her stand on their feet so that she could dance with them and it encouraged a bit of a dance off between Frodo, Thranduil, and Thorin, all spinning the little girl to compete for her affection.
But when Thranduil stepped to one side to speak to Legolas and Thorin went to speak to a visiting dwarf from the Iron Hills, your little niece rushed over to you and dragged you onto the dance floor.

Kili took his opportunity to rush over to his Mother and interrogate her, “Amad, what were you talking about with Thorin, Gimli and the Elf King?”
She tutted at his tone and gently fixed his hair, “We were just discussing how best to encourage Y/N and the good prince Legolas into formalising their courtship.”
Kili paled, “What have you done?”
Dis softly slapped his hand, “I have done nothing. But the others, well they may be up to no good. The dwarf that Thorin is speaking to has expressed an interest in courting your sister despite her Elven heritage. Thranduil is warning Legolas that the dwarf is going to make such a proposition. But I think Thorin may have given him some bad advice on how to woo your sister.”
Kili gave her a confused look and Dis finished her explanation, “Don’t worry Son, he’s so vile that he’s practically a troll. Let the Elf beat him.”

You spun Eilonwy around the dance hall, you twirled and dipped and giggled together as you danced around. When Tauriel came to speak to the pair of you, you couldn’t help but lock eyes with Legolas over her shoulder. He was talking to him father but his body was rigid, his fists clenched to his sides. You tilted your head and raised a brow to him, a silent question, asking what had troubled him so.
He stalked over to you and you spared a glance at his father who looked smug as he watched his son approach you. You focused back on Legolas, he’d nearly crossed the hall towards you now, his eyes still burning into you, your cheeks flushed under gaze and you wanted nothing more than for him to take you into his arms and kiss you. For you both to finally get over your childish  fears and worries and let everyone know that you belong to each other. His words taunted you I think you could be my greatest adventure.

Later when your family would ask you to retell the story of that night, you had to tell them that honestly it happened so fast that you could not weave a good tale from the event. An arm slipped around your hips and before you could even note that the Dwarf with his arm around your hips wasn’t one of your friends or family, Legolas had, with all the gentleness of the breeze, moved you away from the dwarf and behind himself.
Then he hit the dwarf square on the nose and knocked him out.
You gasped at the sight, quickly checking that Eilonwy wasn’t near the sight, but didn’t have time to think about much else before Legolas pulled you into his arms and kissed you in front of the entire celebration. You kissed him back earnestly, pulling back only when interrupted by a bellowing shout.

“About time!” Gimli was the one who’d bellowed.
Legolas righted you both but kept you held to his chest as you caught sight of the entire hall celebrating. Aragon had clamped a celebratory hand on Gimli’s shoulder, the hobbits were jumping up and down, Dis had both of her seated sons in a headlock and most shockingly Thorin and Thranduil clinked glasses in celebration of their achievement.

“I would have thought that it would have been met with more resistance.” Legolas mumbled to you as you tried to make yourself disappear into his chest.
“Well lad, we’ve had long enough to get used to the idea.” Bofur laughed and stepped over the unconscious dwarf to clap Legolas on the back.
“We’ve not tried to plan the wedding yet, you know our families will be difficult.” You mumbled to him but leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“I’ve been to war with you before.” Legolas teased you and kissed you softly again as Gimli made his way over to you both.

“Okay, alright, break it up! Don’t me regret getting involved.” Gimli snapped and puffed out his chest when you leaned down to kiss his cheek in a thank you.
“You will stand beside me, won’t you?” Legolas asked his and put his hand on the Dwarf’s shoulder, “As my best man? I would have no other.”

Not trusting his voice, Gimli nodded and yanked Legolas’ tunic to pull the Elf down to his height and gave him a headbutt. You giggled behind your hand, even though Legolas and Gimli had defied their blood and become best friends and Legolas would understand the gesture, you felt for his poor head. No doubt he would get a headache from his warrior friend.
Legolas was given no reprieve as Eilonwy ran up, climbed up Gimli’s back and also headbutted Legolas. Even though she barely weighed as much as an axe and was only a half dwarf, Legolas gripped his head and swooned at from her ‘mighty’ blow as you swooped her up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses.
“Adad says, when are you going to give me cousins?” She asked you and your face flushed again.
“Kili!” You shouted and put your niece down to go and hunt down her father.

Legolas shook his head and stood back to his full height, he caught his father’s eye and put his hand to his chest and dipped his head in respect and thanks for accepting his courtship. He’d been so scared that things would change if you and he made things official but he was relieved that they had changed for the better

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The free class had been on a Thursday and Rosie had spent the entirety of dinner that night explaining to John what they had done in class.  She even then gave him demonstrations as she still had her outfit on.  Sherlock could not get her to change out of it but decided the enthusiasm was good.

She was sad when she had to get ready for bed but Sherlock had promised her they could practise everyday until Tuesday’s class which they did.  They usually ended up practising while John was at work because he had a busy schedule the next few weeks because one of the doctors was still off on maternity leave. Sherlock didn’t mind though, he loved taking Rosie to her classes and watch her progression. She concentrated diligently and was usually the first in the class to master the moves they were taught and then she would help Evan and the other girls who didn’t quite get it.

The first two weeks of class were pretty much the same, the third week they began to expand their moves.

This time they were made to stand in a straight line while they learned the first and second position with their feet.  In first position their heels are almost together as if kissing and in second they’re a step apart.  The teacher then when on to teach them the arm positions for positions one through five.

The next lesson they learned was the plié.  She chose a volunteer from the class and brought her up front, her name was Vanessa.  First she had Vanessa stand in the first position and then bend her knees while keeping her heels flat on the ground and making a ‘diamond shape’.  The second position for the plié was the same, but instead of making a ‘diamond shape’ this time you made a ‘house shape’.  The teacher went around and individually helped each of her students with the instruction and they all seemed to pick it up fairly quickly.

The next position she taught them was the posse.  This is where you bring your one foot up to the leg and where you connect your toe to your knee, making sure the knee is facing out to execute the move properly.  This move took a little longer to master because of the balance issues.  She gave them each homework or practicing this move until they could do it without wobbling too much.

Now that more than half the class was over, the teacher decided they had enough time for one more move. “Alright class to wrap things up before cool down, we are going to learn one more move, the echape sote.”

She began by starting in first position with both arms and feet and then you jump out to second position with arms and feet to finish.  This caused the room of toddlers to giggle and it was by far their favourite move of the day.  They practised this move several times before doing cool down stretches and being released to their parents.

“Remember children,” the teacher called after them, “to keep practising.  You are all doing a wonderful job and in two weeks we shall start some new moves that I think you will all like.”

All the children chattered and clapped and Rosie went over to Evan and told him he did a good job today and that she’d see him next week.  Evan’s mum commented to Sherlock about how polite and encouraging Rosie was and that if it hadn’t been for Rosie, Evan wouldn’t have come back and Sherlock stated she had that effect on people.  Evan’s mum almost asked Sherlock for coffee until she noticed the wedding band on his finger and was relieved she noticed before making a fool of herself.  Sherlock seemed to sense it and just smiled it away and told her he’d see her and Evan at class next week.

This time John had beat Rosie and Sherlock home from class and he was in the kitchen making tea when they walked through the door.  “Daddy! You’re home!”

She ran out and grabbed his hand and drug him to his chair and made him sit. Sherlock clicked the kettle off and also joined them in the front room in his chair.  Rosie took her coat off and laid it on the coffee table and turned back to her parents.

“Look at what I learned today.”

She began with the first and second positions and moved into the plié, then the posse and then echape sote. And John grinned from ear to ear.  “I don’t know, you soon may be giving your papa a run for his money.” He winked at her.

She looked at him quizzically but continued talking about her class, “I helped Evan and some of the other girls with some moves and the teacher said we are all doing good practising on our own and in two weeks we get to learn some new moves.”

John reached across and took Sherlock’s hand and squeezed it, “this was such a good idea.  I can’t wait until Marci comes back from leave so I can go along to a class.”

Rosie shrieked, “Daddy, that would be wonderful, I can’t wait!   How soon does she come back?”

“Two weeks sweetheart.”

“That’s just in time for you to see the new moves we’ll be learning!”  Rosie squealed as she bounced up and down on her feet.

“Why don’t you go put some play clothes on and we’ll call out for takeaway tonight to celebrate?” John asked her.

She frowned, “But I love my ballet outfit.”

“I know you do sweetheart, but we don;t want to get it stained,” he said scooping her up and tickling her belly.  She giggled and agreed as long as they could have Thai.

They all agree and John let her down so she could run up to her room to change.

As soon as she was out of sight,John walked over to Sherlock and pulled him into a kiss.  “Let me guess, you’re the proudest parent there.”

“Absolutely John. You should see her, She lights up the room and everyone follows her lead but it doesn’t go to her head.  She takes after you in that respect.”

“I can’t wait to see her in two weeks.” He leaned in and kissed Sherlock again.

When they broke, John chuckled, “I better go call our order in.”

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I’ve had stuff to say, but I feel like it is trapped in my brain right now. I’m having a rough couple of days and I am so incredibly tired and miserable that I can barely function. I have so many half-written essays, some fully written ones that I can’t deem finished for some reason, and so many thoughts rattling in my brain just dying to come out. But I’m afraid that will all have to wait until I am feeling better. I promise I won’t disappear for another year though. That really didn’t work for me. 

In other news, my dad got his wheelie walker today. I shall try to get a photo of him scooting around in it soon. Thank you all once again for your help. Also, you replied with some of the sweetest birthday messages for the FrogMom. That meant a lot to both of us. 

I’m going to rest and try to turn this slump around. I will see you all soon. 

Aaron Hotchner / Angels and Demons

fI wish you would write a fic where reader and Hotch are secretly dating and they’re on a date when the team gets called in and they show up at the same time, all dressed up, and the rest of the team immediately gets suspicious and starts poking fun at them.

And so you asked, and so you shall receive! I got instantly inspired by this request and I needed to do it ASAP, so here it the product of it! I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by profiler-in-training

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Princess Tutu: Ahiru + TV Tropes


Team Fortress 2. Spy’s Dying Wish

Spy: So what’s YOUR dying wish?

Sniper: That… I shall take to my grave.♪

Been working on this for a week and finally finished it with my usual crappy panelling and backgrounds. Anyways, tribute to the video that sealed my fate to the TF2 fandom then later gave me papa!Spy feels.(`∀´)♥

Scout’s the only one who has NO IDEA who his father is. Yes, the Team knows.

The Stranger Came In A Boat (Part Eight)

Reader x Hvitserk

TSCIAB Masterlist

You sat up groggily and stretched. The bed was empty but the smell of fresh food hit you and you glanced across the cabin to the table. A bowl of food sat steaming on the table and you smiled to yourself as you realised the cabin was empty and the food had been made for you.

Once you’d eaten you found yourself walking the same way you had the day before. The distinct sound of metal tacking together drew you to where the Ragnarssons’ were practising. You smiled as you watched Ivar and Hvitserk fight together.

Even with Hvitserk trying his hardest Ivar still managed to keep up and even won. You weren’t surprised. Ivar and Hvitserk looked over at the edge of the clearing as you applauded, a smile breaking out across Hvitserk’s face as he saw you. “Your wife is pleased with my victory.” Ivar declared and smiled at you as you picked up one of the axes strewn around.

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nick’s similarities to malfoy pretty much end at his hair colour

Love and Loss

AN: Who wants some Sense and Sensibility Sherlolly fluff?

A gentle breeze drifted across the lawn, tugging the tall grass back and forth. Molly breathed in deeply of the fresh spring air and savored the hint of honeysuckle clinging to the wind.

She closed her eyes and let the deep baritone of Captain Holmes’ wash over her as he read from his book. She had not the heart to tell him she had lost the story some time ago, but instead had been entranced by his voice and fallen into her thoughts.

The past few months had opened her eyes to the harshness of the world. And the beauty of the people who lived in it. Following her father’s death, she had steadily declined into a deep depression until her body became wracked with illness. The town doctor had declared her upon death’s door and it was only Captain Holmes’ insistence upon having his friend, Doctor Watson, do what that “quack of a physician” could not do, that she was healed and recovering.

How Captain Holmes has become her champion, she did not know. He had been a figure in the peripheral of her life, stopping by on various occasions to consult with her mortician father or with her, when Papa became too ill to work. Since then, he was a regular visitor to their home. She knew not what he was about, he spoke very little to her, but she felt his eyes upon her constantly. A shadow in every room.

Following her illness, he had never strayed from this cottage in the country where Doctor Watson and his wife resided, having insisted upon Molly’s convalescing in their guest room. Which would become a nursery not long after Molly had returned to the city, if Mary’s increasing size was any indication. Every day, Captain Holmes accompanied Molly on her walk to the market. On their return trip, he insisted on carrying the basket while Molly plucked a bouquet of wildflowers for Mary. They talked about anything from science to literature to death. And sometimes they spoke not a word, but enjoyed the company of each other in silence. In the afternoons, he would often be found making a right mess of the kitchen doing the most outrageous experiments on food, tobacco, and even animal flesh. On the better days when she was not exhausted following their walk, Molly would sit beside him and watch, offering suggestions and reveling in his ideas.

Their days culminated in a quiet solitude, reading together as they were doing today. But come dinnertime, he would gather his accoutrements and bid her a polite goodbye before making his way back to his parents’ estate, not far from the cottage.

Every day, Molly found it more difficult to bid him farewell.

She opened her eyes and looked over at him. He had discarded his hat and the late-afternoon sun cast golden-red hues on his black curls which hung over his forehead. His eyes were an overhanging blue-green and darted across the page as he read. He cut a dashing figure in his tailored suit and she wondered if he could ever be found without the favored ascot tied around his neck.

So lost in her perusal of him, she did not notice he had stopped speaking until he closed the book with a snap.

“Are you finished so soon?” She asked.

He smiled softly and tapped one long finger atop the book. “Any longer and your cousin Mary would have my head for not letting you rest.”

Molly nodded, knowing he was right, but disappointed all the same. “What time shall we expect you tomorrow?”

His eyes dimmed. “I fear this is to be my last day here,” he replied sadly, a wry smile on his lips. “I have been away from London for too long and I fear it has been falling apart without me.”

He was leaving? Tears filled her eyes and she looked away, turning her gaze out onto the rolling farmlands. She barely managed to speak past the sudden obstruction in her throat. “I shall miss your company, but I trust you will have a safe journey back home.”

Suddenly, his hand covered hers and she looked down in surprise, then up at him. He had moved closer and she could see every fleck of gold in his eyes. Propriety told her to remove her hand, to create distance between them. But she remained still.

“Miss Hooper…Molly,” he spoke quietly and hearing her Christian name in his deep, resonating voice sent her heart into an absolute skitter. “Home is a place I no longer consider London. And I cannot bear to leave you without coming to an understanding.”

Molly swallowed and licked her lips. “U-understanding?”

His thumb brushed over her palm and she shivered at the intensity in his eyes. “Surely you must know that I have loved you from the moment I met you that day in your father’s mortuary. Your beauty distracted me, but your heart and mind…they have enchanted me. And as I have come to know you better, you have taken my heart piece by piece until it is now wholly yours.” He looked down for a moment and then back up, hesitant hope in his eyes. “Please, tell me now if I love without hope for its return, for I cannot bear this uncertainty one moment longer.”

Her heart beat wildly and she was stunned into silence for so long he began to pull away in dejection. Quickly, she held fast to his hand and brought it up to her lips, placing a reverent kiss upon its back, her eyes never leaving his. “I don’t believe I truly knew my heart until this very moment.” She reached out and placed her palm against his cheek. “And it loudly proclaims that it belongs to you. Wholly and completely.”

He turned his face and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Then I shall return to London with the hope of you joining me there. As my wife,” he added hopefully, a crooked smile on his face.

Molly smiled softly. “I would love nothing more.”

Goblin Queen: Shall we dance?
Williams: 😳
Since Sarah’s last name is Williams we will just call him that. 😊

I had some old Copic markers from when I was a kid and thought I’d give them a whirl. I’m so happy with how this turned out. Thank you to all the people that reblogged and liked my sketch of this from before. ❤️
Media: Copic Markers, Sakura inking pens,colored pencils, metallic paint pens, and SketchPro app.

Art by: ivie-is-sketching again

anonymous asked:

A horrible pick up line. Can you use this: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? You're hot and making me sweaty.

With a loud groan, Obito tosses his flak jacket and then his shirt and collapses on the couch, trying to pretend he isn’t quite as tired as he is. 

That’s it, he decides firmly. No more training with Gai. No matter how much Rin goads him. 

Humming judgmentally, Kakashi leans over him, one eyebrow lifted. He casts a long look over Obito’s bare chest, down his legs, and then back up. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” he asks airily. 

Obito narrows his eye. He’s known Kakashi way too long not to believe there’s a punchline coming. 

And, indeed, Kakashi is just barely hiding the fact that he’s giggling, and only then because he’s wearing a mask. It’s all in the eyes, and Obito learned to rad him a long time ago, the bastard. “Because,” he finishes grandly, “you’re making me hot and sweaty.”

Obito groans, loud and pointed, and shoves a pillow into his face. 

hyzzzan  asked:

Heeey ~ Could you do a hc MC x Seven where MC is a hacker too? She could be from the other agency or a high level agent from Seven's agency, but they keep it secret. I wanna know how he would react to her abilities and how they come together on the lasts days. Describe some scenes if possible. How I'm not disturbing you or asking to much. Thank you 😘

Hmmmm~ I like you, great minds think alike. I was actually working on a one shot of this, but I’m not really ready for it yet, so this will be a fun lil treat before I finish and start my one shot of a hacker MC. so shall we do this? I really hope you like this.

Hacker!MC x Seven

  • It was pretty strange when he did a background check on you
  • A majority of it was crossed out or
  • He had a very hard time trying to crack this
  • “Just who is she???”
  • He would try to pry anything he can from the chatrooms
  • “So MC…by any chance have you done anything illegal?”
  • Always got turned on him
  • “Have YOU done anything illegal Seven?”
  • “hehehe…um…”
  • 707 left the chatroom
  • He was getting nowhere
  • but you?
  • you found out more about him that he would like
  • “So seven…I’m seeing here that you’ve gotten a ticket from driving while eating from 3 bags of honey budda chips at the same time”
  • “How did you get that information!?!”
  • hehehehehe
  • but alas
  • god seven eventually found out
  • You were a pro high class free lance hacker
  • And his hero
  • “You’re THEE MC?!”
  • “Ya”
  • kisses the ground that you walk on
  • At the apartment
  • he knew full well you could take care of yourself
  • but he couldn’t miss the chance to meet THEE MC
  • “MC You’re in danger I’ll be right there!”
  • “But seven you know I-”
  • “Shh…I’m going to save you”
  • Taking one of his babies and barges into the apartment
  • “MC! I’m here to!…Save…you?”
  • You were typing away on your laptop while Saeran was already gone
  • “Hey seven, what’s up?”
  • Was in total awe
  • Would watch you work
  • trying to learn new ways to become a better hacker
  • you would probably finish his work for him cause he cute
  • Later on when it comes to the time of saving Saeran from mint eye
  • you would work together
  • you two were the
  • Named by seven of course
  • even later in life he would still use that
  • everyone would be so done with Seven and you
  • because of all the hacker puns that you two would throw at each other
  • oh and can’t forget all the secrets you would blab about the other RFA members
  • “Oh Yoosung~ I didn’t know you looked at that in your free time~”
  • “Zen…I think you need help, Really didn’t wanna know about that”
  • “We’ll spare you baehee”
  • “Jumin did you really look up how many brushes is the healthy amount to brush your cat?”
  • But yeah
  • you two might as well take over the world with your powers

master list of my headcanons