#I got the master gardener crown and I'm proud of it

[mystic-blat]

Some old Mii Plaza doodles. Anyone remember back when the 3DS and Mii Plaza was a thing? Yeah... I liked the little minigames. I didn't get a lot of streetpass hits, but I had a lot of playcoins at least, haha.

[grelleswife]

Just thouht of a Finny and Sebastian related thing, imagine Finny after learning a good enough amount of English and staying a few months at the manor makes the connection.. "Wait I'm a KID.. Sebastian is an ADULT.. taking care of ME and Young Master and.... " he tries calling Sebastian Father or Papa and stuff

The first time Finnian calls him “Father,” Sebastian is in the middle of scolding the gardener for his overzealous attempts at weeding the vegetable patch and the ensuing catastrophic loss of that season’s carrots.

“I’m sorry, Father,” the boy sniffles, gazing up at him with wide, plaintive eyes. “I promise I’ll do better next time!”

Thoroughly nonplussed, the demon is momentarily left at a loss for words.

“What did you just call me?” he sputters when the worst of the shock has worn off.

“Well, you look after young master and me, and teach us all sorts of useful things, and tuck us into bed before we go to sleep at night!” chirps Finny. “Like the papas in the storybooks I’m learning how to read! So that makes you our father!”

“It most certainly does not, Finnian!” snaps the butler (perhaps with a bit more heat than the innocent accusation warrants). “In the young master’s case, it would be the height of impertinence for me to assume such a role, and, in yours, I am merely instructing a junior servant in his duties…as befits one hell of a butler.”

He, Sebastian Michaelis, devourer of souls, to whom a century is as a droplet of water dissolving into the sea—a parent?! The notion is absurd.

It happens again over a year later, when an undercover mission requires the butler and gardener to infiltrate a treasonous organization disguised as a grieving widower (his wife tragically lost due to the corruption which festers beneath the Crown’s jewels and ermine) and his adolescent son.

“That’s a fine lad you’ve got there,” a garrulous anarchist smiles as he shakes Sebastian’s hand. “You must be so proud.”

“I am indeed,” the demon replies, his usual suaveness underscored with sincerity.

(Finnian beams, and the chill that enshrouds his wicked heart begins to thaw, like barren earth anticipating the arrival of spring).

“We killed looooots of young master’s enemies, Father! Did I do a good job?” sings the gardener while they exit the premises, now liberally splattered with blood.

Sebastian doesn’t bother correcting him, even though their targets’ demise has rendered this paternal ruse completely unnecessary.

“You did indeed, Finnian.”

Sebastian’s fingers clamp like iron manacles around the assailant’s throat, crushing his windpipe, pulverizing flesh and bone. The man’s body goes limp, and his gun—which, mere seconds before, was about to fire on the gardener at point blank range—falls uselessly to the ground with a heavy, metallic thunk.

The demon’s eyes blaze red, and shadows writhe around his menacing silhouette.

“No one hurts my boy,” he growls, the words rising from deep within his chest. “No. One.”

He contemptuously flings the corpse aside before turning to the blond youth.

“Are you all right?”

“Y-yes…” he answers shakily.

Then, the boy’s form slams into Sebastian’s with enough force to break an ordinary human’s ribcage—but the Phantomhive butler is no mere mortal. So he quietly accepts Finny’s embrace, arms tenderly enfolding him to return the hug.

“I’m sorry, Father…I shouldn’t have let him get that close, I know better…I—I got distracted for a second, and the next thing—“

Sebastian Michaelis does not scold, nor does he refute the title which this child has bestowed upon him.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for, Finny. I’m just glad that you’re safe.”

He holds the boy close, flooded with relief and gratitude and another sentiment that, though not quite ready to name, he can no longer deny.

“Let’s go home.”

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Hydrangea

To read earlier chapters in this, go to my master list here

Warning: cursing and Smut!!! nsfw

Chapter 5

I ran through the house calling out for Max, but there was no happy little yip. No tip tapping of tiny nails on the hard floors. I checked each room, opening every door and closet, looking under every bed, but came up empty handed. I went outside shouting his name, in tears at this point. Every possible situation ran through my head. Wild animals, crazy eyes kidnappers, children, there was no telling! Realistically, He must of escaped when the cleaning people came. I decided to go on a hunt for him, when I heard the garden gate creak open. I looked over to find my beautiful bestie Bill walking towards me with a proud smile, carrying my little Max. Max began to wiggle like mad when he saw me, so Bill placed him down, and he raced over to me.

“Max!!! Oh my God! Where did you find him?” I squealed as I got down on the ground to celebrate reuniting with him.

“The neighbors down the way, found him earlier. They just swung by to ask if I knew where he lived and I did of course. No biggie!”

“I was having a freaking full on panic attack. Oh my gosh I am so happy! You’re a lifesaver!” I stood up and wrapped him in a tight embrace. I went to pull away, but he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“Mind if I stick around? It’s a little overwhelming over there.”

“Mi casa is su casa motherfucker! You can help me put stuff away.” I said as I pulled out of his arms, and headed towards the house.

“You’ve been looking for the dog all this time?”

I stuck my tongue out at Bill and ran in the house, with Max dancing at my heels. I went over to the radio and tuned it to some upbeat poppy music and I danced as I put things away. Bill sauntered into the kitchen with an amused look on his face.

“Do you dance?” I asked him holding out my hand.

“Not well.”

I was so happy I found Max! I was in the best mood and just wanted to dance and be happy. I wasn’t feeling awkward or shy around him, so I shimmied my way over to Bill swaying my hips as I took both his hands. I twirled around, catching both hands again putting my back to him. He was just chuckling, shaking his head. I knew I actually had pretty good rhythm, he just didn’t feel comfortable enough yet.

“I think I need a few shots before I embarrass myself,” he said.

I released his hands and skipped over to the items I needed to take to my room. There was quite a bit, but luckily Bill was right there to help. I never had to even ask. He took the majority of the items, while I just carried the toilet paper.

“What should I wear tonight?” I asked him since I wasn’t sure how casual I could get away with.

“Can I choose your outfit?”

“Seriously? Sure. Are you trying to make me love you? Because if you get me a cupcake, my heart is yours.” I turned to look at him but her appeared serious.

“Is that all it takes?” Bill asked mockingly.

“It’s cuz I’m easy, I’m easy like Sunday morning,” I sang out. “ oh, I gotta call my Auntie. You can look through the few clothes I have here if you like for a few ok?”

Bill nodded and I ran back in the kitchen to grab the phone. I dialed her number and was disappointed to get the machine but I left a message:

Auntie I’m not dead! Im so sorry if you thought so. I took my little dog and we went to the Summer house before anyone could hurt me. Been hanging with the Skarsgards and I’d love to see you! Kisses. Love you! Miss you! This is Lauren just in case that’s not obvious. Bye

Hopefully she’d call back before the party. I was curious what Bill was doing, so I quietly crept back to my room and found him comparing clothing with the cutest concentration look on his face. It still shocked me that this was what that knobby kneed, skinny little dork turned into. He for sure had an awkward phase, that I saw end, and the beginning of a dreamboat emerged but even then, I never dreamed he’d be this hot, not at this level.

“It’s rude to stare.” He said without turning around.

“I was just wondering if you wanted a Washington apple drink? I make pretty good ones.”

“That’d be great actually, thank you. By the time you’re back, I’ll have an outfit.”

I rushed to the bar and combined the ingredients into a shaker, pouring it over ice in two snifter glasses. There was still enough for another drink, but I just decided to down it. I didn’t want to get wasted, but I needed some liquid courage for what I was about to do.

I walked back in the room and found bill sitting on the bed, lost in thought. I walked up in front of him and I handed him his drink. He smelled it cautiously, took a sip and smiled. “Very tasty, I like it!”

“Was there ever a doubt?”

“You’re going to be the best dressed bitch there! Is there Crown in this?”

I trailed my hand down the length of his arm, watching carefully as his breath hitched at my touch. He looked up into my eyes, and I bit my lip, internally debating if I was really going to do this.

“You're a damn tease," he grumbled at me.

I giggled as I rubbed my leg against his and removed my dress in one fell swoop, standing before him in only my underwear. He eyed me up and down, but didn’t reach out, so I walked around the bed, looking at the clothes he had selected for me to wear. I felt my face getting hot by the embarrassment of getting practically naked, with no reaction. It was really only a mere moment, but it felt far, far longer than that. Finally, he got up and walked around, spinning me around to face him, and gently pushing me to sit, before he carefully spread my legs and settled in between them.

“Bill..."

A contemplative look settled on his face, and i squirmed a bit. It was a bit unnerving sitting in my underwear, while he was fully clothed, shamelessly looking over my body.

I huffed, and he snapped his eyes to mine with an arrogant smirk. Cocky bastard.

He regarded me once more and it took all my self control to sit there confidently like this wasn’t a big deal. It was. Every crazy insecurity in my brain was screaming. I started to think about all the beautiful celebrities he sees naked, and models, and suddenly felt silly, but I was just as curious, as I was aroused what he was going to do. Maybe he’d pick up the clothes and dress me, but he was gonna do something, and I was here for it. I Never have had a man look at me as if i was a problem to figure out.

He looks into my eyes and bites that damn swollen lip of his. “I’ve wanted you for my entire life. You’re my dream girl. Now you’re in front of me and I’m actually nervous. I never get nervous.” He chuckled.

“That’s actually really sweet Bill. Show me what you dreamed to do”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

His Hands settled on my hips, gently tugging me forward slightly, he leans over me, warm breath over my neck as he presses his lips to mine passionately. It’s as though someone has ignited a match under him and his kisses grow more and more desperate and needy in no time at all, turning us into panting, moaning messes. I feel His hand slide up my body, cupping my breast as his thumb rolls over my nipple. I clench at the comforter as his mouth trails downwards, teasing me with soft bites across my torso.

“Oh, fuck..." I whimper.

It seems to amuse him to see me try to keep my composure, in spite of the death grip on the comforter and my toes curling. I hated that he was being so patient and controlled as he played with my body, as we both caught our breaths. Mumbles of 'tease' and 'mean' accidentally slipped out of my mouth.

He pulled himself up, causing me to whine, as he hovered over me sporting a smirk on his face. "I'm mean now am I?"

"Don't play dumb Bill, you know what you’re doing."

He lowered himself down pressing his body against me, so I can feel his excitement against my thigh, making the reality of what was happening very well... real. It didn’t seem wrong tho.

“Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear. Fucking seriously? I was so turned on and wanted to touch him so bad, but I played along and watched him longingly as he slowly undressed, pausing to neatly fold his clothes into a pile. There was no need for rope, or anything to bind me. When he said not to move, i knew I better not dare move. He had a confident undertone I suspected liked being the boss. My breathy moans filled the air as he took his time, before settling his mouth on my chest, teasing and playing with my nipples, till finally my voice was full of desperation.

He migrated downwards, mouth moving south, before grasping beneath my knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders.

It took every ounce of my self control to hold still, to not grab him by his thick hair, and grind against his face when I felt his tongue slide between my folds, flicking over my clit. He had a heavenly mouth and a wicked tongue, And I loved that, but it was terrible now when it seemed like his goal wasn't to make me cum, but make me beg. His Tongue continued to ravage my clit, and i felt him slide a finger inside, and then a second, bending his fingers crooked and quickly finding the spot that made my whole body start to shake.

“Bill you fucking tease, I want you.” I mosned impatiently.

He laughed lowly but he didn't stop. The movement of his fingers was slow, and he sucked gently at my clit, tongue flicking against it, over and over again. He wanted me to slowly burn, until i was nearly mad with my arousal. I was moaning freely now, pleasure mounting steadily, but it wasn't enough to push me over the edge, it was just enough to keep me there teetering.

I wanted to touch him, wanted to push my sex against his face and make him, make me cum.

“Bill, please," I moaned, urgently, “Please, I need..." I needed him to make me cum, needed him to kiss me and fuck me. “I need you," i squeaked.

Bill growled and increased the pace of his fingers, while he increased the pressure of his tongue against my clit. My fingers curled, nails digging into my palms moaning, feeling my release hurtling towards me. I gave a loud cry as I came, eyes fluttering closed as Bill rode the wave, till the last drop of my orgasm was done.

I laid there blissfully, eyes still closed, until I felt him pull away from me, causing an instant panic and fear of him not wanting anything from me. I took a moment to steady my breathing, and stopped myself from leaping up seeming too needy. I told myself to play it cool as I slowly opened my eyes, to find him gazing down at me, raising his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"God, you're so fucking hot." I felt stupid as soon as I said it, but I still felt spaced out, brain unable to come up with something more complex or romantic this soon after an orgasm.

He laughed a little and a genuine smile stretched across his face. I loved his smile. I couldn’t help but look up at him and smile like a fool.

“Come here, I have a secret to tell you.” I said mischeviously.

He leaned down over me, resting his weight on his elbows as he buried his hands in my hair, and kissed me. This was what I wanted. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and a thrill ran up my spine when I heard him moan quietly. I managed to pull back, just barely.

"Can I touch you?" I asked, gazing deep in his eyes.

There was fleeting panic on his face, but it quickly disappeared and he nodded.

I ran my fingers through his hair. He shuddered slightly, and my free hand reached down between our bodies, wrapping around the length of his cock. I watched his face as i stroked slowly, seeing his eyes darken as he made soft moans and gentle grunts. He was so beautiful.

"I want you, Bill, please?” I whimpered and the way he made me feel when I saw he wanted me too, is indescribable. Carefully settling his weight on one arm, he positioned himself at my entrance, pressing his lips into mine, as his hips pressed forward slowly. It was amazing feeling him completely inside, and both of us took a moment to adjust deepening our kiss.

Taking hold of my hand, Bill intertwined his fingers with mine, pinning it to the bed as he thrust into me, each thrust harder than the last. Shameless moans and heavy breathing filled the room, and i felt pressure on my hand as he squeezed it, almost in unison to his thrusts.

I was shocked to find myself quickly approaching another orgasm, but something about the urgency and harshness in his movements, and his lean body pressed against mine, combined with his scent and sounds he made was driving me insane. His name was now all I could say, over and over, till I arched my back, and screamed as i came a second time.

Bill’s own release followed shortly, my name whispered on his exhale, as he maintained the most intense eye contact I’ve ever experienced.

A comfortable silence filled the room, as I closed my eyes And he pressed his forehead against mine, catching his breath, still thrusting slowly as I rode out the last waves. I tilted my head to give him a brief kiss, and he opened his big green eyes. He smiled softly at me, and it made my heart flutter knowing that smile was just for me. I caused it.

“Wanna shower and head over to the party?” He asked.

“Everyone’s going to be able to tell we did this. I have a terrible poker face.”

“Nah, they won’t be able to tell till I get everyone’s attention and announce ‘excuse me everyone, but I finally fucked Lauren’” he teased. At least I hoped he was.

“You’re so bad.”

“Honestly my mother would probably start to plan our wedding.”

“Shut up.”

“Seriously! You should hear her talk about you! She adores you.”

“Bill I will 100% marry you to make your mother mine and won’t feel guilty at all. Seriously though, don’t tell anyone.”

“Why? Are you ashamed of me?”

“No Bill. After that performance and this face, no bitch has ever been ashamed of you. Just it’s none of their business.”

“Have you met them?”

He slowly pulled out of me, pulling me up to stand, and kissing me over and over as he lead the way to the shower. He turned on the water, and lead me inside, letting me stand in the water. I switched with him, watching the soap run off his body and the way he had to bend down a little bit to get his hair wet. He caught me looking and switched

“I feel like it’s you and me against the world again,” he beamed down at me.

I smiled and nodded, but then I turned into the water so he couldn’t tell that some of the water was coming from my eyes.