polka dot jacket

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine that being the silly boys they are, they just didn’t tell Rosie to call Sherlock ‘papa’? And time pases, and just they don’t. They evelope, they stay together, they start a really healthy -finally- relationship and Rosie gets bigger under their care but they just don’t tell Rosie that Sherlock is her dad too (1/16)

(because he does everything John does, even a bit more like doing her piggy tails perfectly -with those blue hair bands with tiny ballons pressed on them and yellow bee hair clips “she doesn’t need to combine them, she’s perfect even when she got your fashion sense”- and knowing which stories are her favorites one when she is two “come on, John, she stays 2 point 42 seconds longer up with you read to her that silly story about pigglets and the animal that blows their houses and not that one about the girl and the shoe! That’s quite smart actually, well done my dearest Watson”-). 

John is just scared that if he ask Sherlock to take this task, he’ll flee away and John just can’t live without him (no when he knows that Sherlock’s toes are twice as long than his or the warmth he feels in his chest when he catchs him wearing his sweaters when he’s sick “just because they’re warm”. John never tells him that he saw all of Sherlock’s sweaters in the back of the bottom drawer since John pointed this out). So no, he doesn’t. 

Sherlock doesn’t ask because he’s scared too. He’s lived alone and barely survived. He can’t live without John and Rosie (no when he knows that John uses this chamomile cream for his callused hands when he thinks that Sherlock can’t see him and make fun of him -he never sees, he smells but choose to never point this out. Sherlock guesses that must be some old child trauma, maybe his father, telling him not to be a “girl”- or how much honey Rosie needs in her tea when her throat is a bit hoarse). So no, he doesn’t ask. 

The three of them live in 221B, happily, I gotta say. Until Rosie is four and they can’t shut her off her pairs, so they inscribe her in this daycare near their house after Sherlock checked every single one of the kid’s parents. It’s easier than they think to tell her and it’s a bit more difficult for them, quieter definitely. But it is needed. They believe so. They both say “bye” to her (her favorite pink with yellow flowers dress, warm black leggings, shiny white shoes, cream sweater, and her favorite hairstyle), alongside with another parents crying. Sherlock doesn’t have time to deduce them until they see their -yes, their- baby -not so much little now- girl dissapear in a sea of kids, her yellow polka dot jacket and bees’ backpack into her new classroom.

Rosie never saw so many kids together in her life! I mean, her dad and Sherlock took her to the park almost everyday but they just never left her to her own devices. It was scary but a good scary -specially because Sherlock told her that they would come after her and fear not and there was also this girl, Amanda, a tan and all smiles girl, kept talking to her about her cats and her moms-. She knew that there were all kinds of families but never talked about it with a kid like her. Almost everyone had a dad and a mom, but Amanda had two moms and seemed a little confused about her dad and Sherlock. When she explained her day to day schedule (“do they hold each other’s hands?” “duh, of course they do!” “and they kiss each other?” “of course! Specially when Sherlock eats” “then you have two dads! That must be cool but I’ve to moms so I can tell you that having two moms is awesome–!”) there was no “Sherlock”, she must have looked so silly! Maybe so silly that it must be the reason why Sherlock looked at her funny sometimes -like that time he catched her trying to see how his violin worked or when she played doctor with her dad’s robe-, probably he wanted her to dedutce? Which one was the word?

Rosie was a Smart girl and in no time decided Sherlock’s new name, so when the class was over, with a little bit of help, she got all of her colors back in her tiny Hello Kitty case (she hoped her drawing was cool enough to get a place in the refrigerator) and her clothes while Mrs. Kleint explained them what they were going to do tomorrow. With the new drawing in her hand, she screamt as high and she could “PAPAAAAAAAAAAA” when she saw them standing in the middle -Sherlock height always helped- in her happy way, running with her chubby legs. John felt relieved, she missed him as much as he missed her but even when he opened his arms, he saw how she hugged Sherlock’s legs tight. 

Later that night, after long conversations and dinner, Rosie’s new drawing was the only thing in their refrigerator: Sherlock, John, Rosie and the ducks they fed on Saturdays with the tiny shaky scribble on top (help from Mrs. Kleint): -papa, dad, Rosie-. (16/16) Fin.

WOW!  That was so long and beautiful!  I signed online and was like “omg I have like seventeen asks, what did I do?  But it turned out it was only this lovely thing!  Thank you so much!!!  It’s precious!  <3

Masks || Part 1

So picture an Akuma that steals people’s vital energy to gain their powers.  
Kinda like Timebreaker except it’s like an overworked business man who’s just so TIRED and STRESSED OUT. Any way, with most people they just faint but then he touches Ladybug and Chat and they are like 

“Hum… I’m okay?” Chat blinks. 

“Yeah, me too”. 

Until they start to detransform a minute later, in the middle of the fight.

Cue: panic. 

It’s late at night and both run to the nearest hiding place, rushing into a dark alley as sparkles run around them. Pressed against each other in the dark, not daring to go out, they can feel each other close but they can’t see each other. Their kwamis quickly explain that the energy was taken from them rather than the kids, so now they are exhausted and can’t help them transform. They try feeding them but it’s still not enough. Eventually, they suggest the kwamis go out and find more food while they figure things out. Reluctantly, Tikki and Plagg go.

“So, My Lady… now what?” Adrien asks, his voice just a cadence softer than when he’s in uniform. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” Marinette replies, voice high pitched.

Marinette and Adrien are pressed against each other in the darkness, to afraid to step out and risk their identities.  Screams and destruction can be heard far away. 

“We have to do something,” Marinette whispers, her fingers clenching slightly around Adrien’s shirt. 

He tries hard not to focus on that. 

“Like what? Without our powers, it’s not like we can do much.”

“We have to,” Marinette insists. “Tikki said I was still Ladybug, even without my powers…”

“I’m not saying you are not… But you could get hurt like this. Besides, there’s the secret identity thing, Bugaboo…” 

She looks around, spots a Miraculous Ladybug giftshop. 

“That’s it! Chat, close your eyes.” 

“What?!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“With my life” 

“Then, close your eyes. I’ll run to the store. Wait a minute and come in.” 

“Uh, okay,” Adrien mumbles, half nervous, half excited.

When he follows into the store the lights are off. “Ladybug?” 

“I’m here!” He hears her in the darkness.


Then minutes later, she turns the lights back on. Chat is wearing black pants, a bright green hoodie with cat ears on the hood and a black leather jacket on top. And, of course, a black mask that doesn’t quite fit his face the one the magical one does. 

She wears bright red pants, a black shirt with a Ladybug logo and a red polka-dotted leather jacket on top. A mask too, of course. 

They smile at each other, nervously. “Okay, I think this will do,” she decides, walking up to him. 

She brings a hand up to his face and every muscle in his body tenses. Slowly, her fingers dig inside the hood and mess with his hair until it looks almost right: almost like Chat. 

“Much better,” she miles softly, the heat of her touch lingering between the strands of blond hair. 

He clears his throat. “So…”

“Yeah,” she steps back. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They run out to the street and look around. The akuma sounds quite far away. The rooftops are empty and tempting as ever, but it takes them a second to realize that won’t do. 

“So, I guess we run,” he sighs. 

“I hope Tikki and, uh, Plagg have luck recharging,” she mumbles under her breath as she starts running down the Paris streets. 

It’s gonna be a long night.