[I’ve been talking about my 3D modeling project to several of you, and I think some have wanted to see it. So here it is, my baby, my crossbow.]

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Archangel - Two Steps From Hell

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What I Have to Give [James&Zach] 

teenageconsultant:

James listened carefully to Zach’s explanation. Internally, he was frustrated that he had forgotten yet another simple memory or thing, but he knew that there was no way to really prevent this from happening. The lost memories were lost, and only realized as lost when he tried to remember them. Not much you could do to prevent things that weren’t even there. He picked up a game piece and rolled it gently in his hand as Zach prepared the tea, exhaling lightly.

“We don’t have to play.” Zach interjected into the silence. He knew that it was frustrating for James to not remember how to do so many things. “We can do something else. I could read to you.” He smiled. He’d been reading James’ current reading list a few chapters a night when if strained his eyes too much and always ended with a fairy tale of some kind.

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All That Glitters 

soontobedoctorwatson:

He tried not to sob, but a few slipped past and made him sound a bit like a frog, but only one tear slid down his cheek as he tried to process every word Zach was saying. He wanted to treasure each and every one of them, and lock them up for him to take out and hold close.

“-es… y-yes.. a h-hundred times over, yes.”

Sliding off the bed, and pulling Zach close, and crashing their mouths together briefly, he murmured, “I’d rather kiss you to get you to shut up though.. a nicer result, I think. You’re cornier than I am, Zachary Davis and that’s saying something.” He cupped his lover… now fiance’s neck in both hands, sealing their lips together in a soft kiss, much gentler than the previous one.

Zach grinned as John dropped to the floor and yanked him close. He hummed softly and wrapped his arms around John’s waist, holding him close. “‘m poetic, not corny.” He groused before kissing his lover—his fiance—once more. The second kiss was longer, but still Zach pulled back. He popped open the box again and pulled the ring out and intertwined the fingers of his free hand with just the tips of John’s left. He lifted the hand to his mouth and kissed each knuckle before slipping his fingers to his wrist and sliding the ring onto his finger. 

All That Glitters 

soontobedoctorwatson:

Blinking in confusion at his odd combination of reactions, he followed Zach’s directions and sat at the edge of the bed. Something to go with one of our collars? It’s not my birthday or any other holiday.. what would he have gotten me?

And then Zach knelt on the ground, holding the box before him, and his heart stopped. He forgot how to breathe for a good thirty or so seconds.

No.. he.. he’s really..? John took in one slow, shuddering breath, both terrified he was right and that he was possibly wrong.

“Y-yes, love?”

“I… adore ye. An’ when I say I love ye, I really mean:” He took John’s left hand and stroked over his knuckles with his thumb reassuringly. “Yer the one I waited fer all my life. Ye have brought me more peace an’ steadiness than I’ve ever thought possible, an’ the days since we met have been th’best days of my life. Yer bright smile, yer deep convictions, yer passion and compassion, yer laughter, yer sense of adventure, yer intelligence, yer wisdom, yer courage, and yer kindness enrich me in every moment I spend with you.” He took a slow breath. He wasn’t sure where all this was coming from but he knew he meant it.

He looked down and opened the box, revealing a band of titanium, the inner stripe the color of John’s collar and the outer the color of Zach’s. “With this band, symbolic of how we belong t’each other, I offer ye my history, with its pride an’ its regret; my future, walking with you wherever we go; this present moment, which explodes with more joy than a moment should be able to hold.” He chewed on his bottom lip for only a second, taking advantage of John’s speechlessness. ”All of my joy an’ fear, my brokenness an’ my courage, my success an’ failure, my humor an’ despair, my loneliness an’ my connectedness.”

In return, I want yer laughter. I want yer seriousness. I want yer tears; happy an’ sad. I want yer sickness so I can make it health, I want yer ignorance so I can make it knowledge. I want yer support so I can give it back. I want yer generosity so I can be generous too. I want yer days an’ yer nights. Fer all this, I promise ye nothin’ less than the rest of my life. You are my closest friend, and I give ye m’self. This is what I mean when I tell you that I love you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “John Hamish Watson, please tell me t’kindly shut up an’ marry me.”

Adventures in Russia [Irene&Zach] 

the-woman-irene:

Her cat cracks on his abdomen before he can finish nodding, smoothly followed by her soft, cool hand. She brushes her fingers over the blooming welts and smirks. “I do like the way you mark - it’s really such a pity that we have to cover most of them.” She all-but pouted, swinging the whip between her hands. “I’d enjoy painting you red and purple from head to toe - have you ever had a truly black bruise, love?” She arched an eyebrow, inclining her head in a signal that he was permitted to speak.

Zach jerks slightly and shudders under Irene’s hand. She is right, he does mark easily. “I have, Miss Adler.” He replies when she allows him to speak. “My shoulder.” His eyes dart over to the thick scar on his right shoulder. It had been one of the first stories he’d told her when they first met.

All That Glitters 

soontobedoctorwatson:

Something about that small clunk from earlier nagged at him though, and through the growing haze of lust he pulled minutely away. “I want it… so much.. but I wanted to ask you something first.” He turned back toward the place where he had heard the noise, and he spotted the edge of a small box. “What’s that?” 

Zach pulled back when John mentioned a question, but kept his hands down the back of his pants. He turned to look at where the younger man gestured and he gawked at the box. Oh, not good. He had been keeping the box on him at all times so John wouldn’t find it until he was ready but it seemed like Fate enjoyed making him squirm.

He slipped his hands out of John’s jeans and gently pushed on his shoulders until John sat on the edge of the bed. Zach padded over to the box and picked it up, his heart leaping to his throat. “It’s… something I got for you.” He answered before turning back to John and looking the younger man over slowly. Just meeting his eyes made his chest feel tight. How… how could he have ever thought “Not good”? He knelt before John and smiled up at him. “John…”

[I always want hugs (I hope you mean ooc, but Zach would accept hugs too). Please, feel free to talk any time. Anon or not <3 I love hearing from people. It makes me smile and feel loved :D]

Flashback: Smoking on the Roof [Sherlock&Zach] 

whatsitneedatitlefor:

Sherlock saw him moving toward the cafeteria and sighed. He uncrossed his arms and waved him off. “Go eat. ‘m gunna go…I don’t know. Do something else. Enjoy yer meal.” He didn’t allow Zach to reply, to catch him, anything - he just left with a jerk of his blazer to straighten the collar and a swish as the door closed behind him.

“Thanks!” Zach called out after him, albeit awkwardly. He hurried back into the cafeteria to his lunch. Sherlock’s plate had remained untouched, but his was covered in a pile of salt and pepper. He sighed and pushed it away, taking Sherlock’s. He’d only get one meal after all. He wished he’d heard whispers about him instead of everyone badmouthing him at full cafeteria volume. A few bites in he dumped both trays, took his bag, and left. 

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How I feel right now: 

notapsychopathholmes:

[kisses back up his neck, catching Zach’s lips with his once more]

[rolls his hips against the older man’s with a soft groan, nipping at his full lower lip]

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