Cruella: Come On, No One Thinks Jasper And I Are A Thing.

Cruella: Come on, no one thinks Jasper and I are a thing.

Horace: Raise your hand if you thought Cruella and Jasper were shagging.

*Everyone else raise their hands*

Cruella: Put your hand down, Jasper.

(Source: @incorrect-ritchieverse )

Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. 🗡️🔥

Oops! Wrong franchise.

Lucio being an absolute sweetheart! 💓🥺

Hello, this is my first time requesting. May I pretty please have a Lucio (Arcana) imagine where the reader has a nightmare and he and his doggies try and comfort her. (Or them, if you prefer to write gender neutral stories, that's okay. 🙂)

Thank you in advance.

hey anon, I had so much fluffy feeling writing this and it just warmed me up. I hope you like it! lov ya!

Nightmare Qualms // Lucio x reader

༻Lucio༺

You shot up from your bed shaking and with tears running down your face, desperately trying to intake air. Everything seemed a blur around you, the only thing you could focus on was the replay of the nightmare you had and your heart beating a mile a minute. You felt a wet tongue lap at your cheek, licking up the stray tears and a paw swatting at you for attention, Mercedes and Melchior were sitting directly in front of you concerned. It took you a couple seconds to realize that they must have sensed your distress and jumped onto the bed, smiling to yourself as you thought about how much you must have meant to them.

Mercedes clambered over to you and curled up on your lap, licking your hand and leaning into it. Melchior woke Lucio up with a small bark and paw to the face, heading back over to you as his master scrambled around to see who so rudely woke him up. “What?! Who dares wake-” He stopped when he saw both Borzoi wrapped tightly around his princess, who seemed like she had just been crying. Quickly scootching over towards you, taking you in his arms and laying you against his chest, letting the dogs reposition so they could still cuddle with you. “My darling, what’s wrong?” You told him about your nightmare and he cooed at you, whispering soft affirmation about how nothing could hurt you as long as he was there.

Theatrically describing how he would single-handedly fight off all of your inner demons, one by one slaying them all off so that you could sleep soundly. Humming (albeit somewhat badly) a tune from a song you often sang to yourself when you were in the best mood and softly speaking everything he loved about you. Lucio saw the flutter of your eyes and slow of your breathing, getting comfortable and keeping you in his arms. He kissed your head once more, “Sleep well, my love. I’ll be here to fight them off always.”

I'm pretty proud of this gif I made today! Feel free to use it as you please. 😁

Mister Holmes, you can sedu-I mean deduce me anytime. 🔥💓🥵🌡️

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write me a Sherlock (Moriarty the Patriot) x Female reader story? That is if requests are open. If not that's totally fine.

I have two ideas you can choose from perhaps the two of them meeting at a library/bookstore or she needs help with a case, whichever one you'd like or is easier for you to write.

Thank you in advance. :)

Hey! Don't worry, requests are always open! The real question is how long it takes for me to get to them (sorry about that!)

Enjoy!

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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Meet Cute with Sherlock (YuuMori)

Cheesy as it is, you two met at a small library.

It was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. It obviously hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in quite a few years. The owner was almost rude when he spoke to customers. But the books made it all worth it.

The books ranged in subject type, but generally, they were research and study books. It didn't matter what you were looking for, they had a research paper on it.

How long you can store human eyes in the ice box? They have it.

The effects psychosomatic therapy has on rabid hamsters? You can bet they have that one too.

So you were surprised when this quiet, odd little bookstore became chaos.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT HAVE THE LATEST TEXT ON HUMAN DECOMPOSITION?!" His voice was booming. You could hear it from the other side of the store.

The owner raised his hands nonchalantly, "It's been checked out. Better luck next time."

The man screaming took a deep breath, "It was released this morning. How did someone check it out already?!"

You had been making your way towards him, and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned to face you, and you were struck with the most icy blue eyes you've seen in your life, "Yes?"

You looked down, almost afraid to meet his intense gaze, "I checked it out for my thesis paper. But it's due in a few weeks. If you need it now, then you can have it."

He cocked an eyebrow, "A thesis paper? That involves human decomposition?" His face lit up, "Tell me more!"

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He was an odd fellow. You soon learned that he was a detective, that went by the name Sherlock. And though he could be odd, and his social skills were lacking, he seemed quite kind once you got to know him.

You two soon saw each other a lot at that shop. He was fascinated by crime and science, where you had taken quite an interest yourself.

Soon your two's relationship went from acquaintances to friends. He'd visit your flat, and you'd visit his. You met his flatmate and landlady, as well as some may professor he seemed to enjoy playful banter with.

Crimson eyes widened when he saw you, flickering between you and Sherlock.

"Ah! You must be Y/N, Sherlock's girlfriend, yes?" He shook your hand with a smile.

You blushed, looking over to Holmes and Watson on the other side of the room. Holmes had gone quite wide eyed as well.

"Nothing like that, really," You waved it off, "we're friends!"

The professor cocked an eyebrow, "That's certainly not the impression I had gotten! Pardon me for that. The way he speaks about you - I would have sworn you two were romantically involved."

It was then that Sherlock barged in between you two, not so subtley pushing him towards the door.

"Well, look at the time Liam! It's nearly 4 pm! You should go run and catch your train back to Durham!"

William continued his serene, almost knowing smile, "My train doesn't leave til 6. Surely I could stay longer-"

The door was slammed in his face, and you could soon hear him retreating down the stairs, chuckling.

At some point, Watson had retreated back to his room as well, leaving you alone in the living room with Holmes.

"'Lock?" You were suppressing giggles, "What was that?"

He had gone red faced, stuttering out a few barely understandable sentences. His attention was anywhere besides your face.

So he didn't even notice you had gotten closer to him until he felt a kiss on his cheek.

"I feel for you too, you big dork."