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the-modern-typewriter · 8 months

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Hi! Can you do a villain x villain?

"Is that a wedding ring?" It came out, just the teensiest bit, strangled.

"Last bit of your outfit for tonight. Put it on."

The protagonist stared at the villain for a moment, searching for the trap. It probably wouldn't actually kill them, but with them it was impossible to be entirely sure. The other's expression gave away nothing. They weren't even looking back - more preoccupied with tapping away at something on their phone.

"Uh..."

They got an eyebrow raise in response. A delicate warning.

So, the protagonist padded over to the small black box sitting open on their kitchen table. It was next to the villain. Close enough that they couldn't keep the table between the two of them, at least not without making a thing about it.

The villain smelled like their expensive soap. Spicy. Warm.

The protagonist swallowed, heart stuttering.

"Funny sort of proposal," the protagonist managed. "Even for you."

"No one's threatened by newlyweds. It's the perfect cover."

Right. Of course it wasn't an actual proposal. That would be...well. Probably apocalyptic, but the protagonist's stomach did give a stupid little squeeze at the thought. The bastard no doubt knew.

The ring fit perfectly.

When they glanced at the villain again, the other's gaze was already on them, assessing. It lit the protagonist up, like their every nerve ending was mapped out on some special spectrum that only the other villain could see.

The protagonist exhaled a shaky breath. "You're going to owe me big time for this."

"You'll get your share of the profits. You always do, don't you?"

They had worked together on a number of big jobs over the years. The other villain always had the most insane and most lucrative plans. Brilliant.

The protagonist was pretty sure they'd been in love with the bastard from nearly the moment they met.

The villain held out a hand. A matching ring sparkled in the evening light.

When the protagonist stared at them, helplessly, dumbly, the villain clicked their tongue.

"Oh." The protagonist took the offered hand, and the villain promptly reeled them in, so they stood between the villain's legs. They could feel the heat of them radiating from their skin, they were so close.

The protagonist felt a little dizzy.

"You'll need to be quicker on the upkeep, lover, if we're going to pull this off," the other villain murmured. They squeezed the protagonist's fingers hard enough to hurt. "If anyone suspects anything, we're done for. Breathe."

The protagonist breathed out, slow, steadying.

"And sit," the villain said.

The other chair was on the other side of the table. Did the villain mean -?

Another impatient tongue-click.

The protagonist sat themselves on the villain's lap. They felt hyperaware of every inch of contact between them. "This is - um -"

"Uncomfortable?" The villain's smile was wicked. "You don't want to be my false lover, baby?"

The protagonist gritted their teeth, refusing to give the villain the sadistic delight of seeing them flush. "You're a bit like a cat, is all," the protagonist said. "Never sure, if I touch you, if you're going to be sweet or if you're going to claw my hand off."

"More fun that way," the villain purred.

Well, it certainly kept things interesting. There was probably something wrong with the protagonist.

Still studying them, the villain brought the protagonist's hand up to their lips, pressing a kiss to their knuckles.

The reaction was instant and visceral.

The protagonist closed their eyes. They felt hot and flustered all over.

Why were they so incapable of being cool and intimidating around the one person they wanted to be cool for?

The villain chuckled. "Yeah, I think you're going to do just fine. If you pass out, it won't be terror. Will it, love?"

"That's why you wanted me for this collab? My-" They stopped short of saying feelings for you. Ludicrous thing to admit aloud, even if they both knew. Especially them.

"One of them."

"The other being my sparkling competence, naturally."

"Naturally."

The villain's hands rose, moving to fix the protagonist's tie with one hand. They knotted it just a fraction too tight, even as their movements stayed leisurely. The protagonist could feel it when they swallowed.

The protagonist kept waiting for their body to relax. To not be on edge just sharing the same air space.

It didn't happen.

The villain was smiling. They gave the tie a little tug, so their lips could brush along the protagonist's jaw line.

"Exposure therapy?" the protagonist asked. "So I'm more natural later?"

"Mm." There was a hum of approval in the other villain's voice. It shouldn't have meant as much as it did.

"Am I allowed to touch you?"

"You can always try it and see how sweet I am."

"You're impossible." It came out a huff, but not without affection. Never. They tentatively settled their hands on the other villain's shoulders.

"Of course you can touch me," the villain said. "You're my beloved spouse. We're besotted. Disgustingly affectionate. No one wants to look at us for longer than three seconds before they want to puke rainbows."

"This is your version of puking rainbows?"

The villain gave the tie a sharp tug for that.

The protagonist had to laugh and, with the laugh, some of the tension faded from them. "Don't worry, I'll teach you."

"Will you."

"Mm. You say nice things and call each other by saccharine nicknames."

"Gross."

The protagonist grinned. "Your idea, boss."

The villain was quiet for a beat, settling back in their chair, considering the protagonist again for a beat. Musing.

"We should go," the protagonist said. "We'll be late."

"Late is believable. We're newlyweds. Easily distracted."

The villain was, admittedly, very distracting beneath them. But that was hardly the point.

The villain was still staring.

"You picked the clothes," the protagonist said. "You can't tell me to change."

"I don't want you to change. Not ever."

The protagonist's throat tightened, mouth dry. "There we go," they said softly. "Puking rainbows."

The evening was going to be exquisitely unbearable.

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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I'm so glad you write for WIHIB cause you're my favorite smut writer on here. Could you do a little blurb with Bathin + "we shouldn't be doing this"

Another one I don't see that often, at least not solo content.

Pairing: Bathin x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing to keep quiet, semi-public sex, clit stimulation, fear of getting caught, human!Reader

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: The underrated characters are fun, but I have to use a bit more imagination for ones that don't have as much info.

"You want to fuck here? Against the tree?" He was already walking towards you with an erection that didn't look like could wait for you to find an empty room. "But this your friend's garden isn't it? Won't he be mad?" The hard bark of the tree pressed against your back as he kept approaching.

Bathin's eyes were almost a dark gray color now, even more excited about the fact that the two of you could get caught very easily in here.

"Mad? No, maybe annoyed but serves him right. He's always annoying me." His hands reached under your little skirt and eased your cute panties to the side. "Moons? Oh baby, you wore these just for me hm? Is that why you didn't want me to peak into your bathroom? You humans are so sweet."

"You a lot for me, you take me to all sorts of places, so I wanted to buy something that would match with you." You reached up and rubbed the little crescent moon tattoo under his eye, watching his eyes flutter closed as his hard cock sank into your glistening pussy. "I thought they'd be a nice surprise but… never expected you to surprise me with this."

He didn't stop pushing until your hips were pressed together and his other hand grabbed your thigh, spreading it just a little more so he could roll his hips in a downward and then upward circle that pushed his cock until he bottomed out and you wrapped your legs around him to give him more room. Bathin didn't wait for a signal, he immediately started moving, a guttural moan leaving your lips as he kept looking longingly at your clit. How he wished he could touch it.

His hands trembled with the need. "Let me." You breathed against his lips and kissed him right as your fingers touched the sensitive bundle of nerves. Short, deep thrusts were his response. He couldn't help himself, bottoming out every time he felt your cunt tighten around him again. "You like that?"

"Mhm. Like everything about you. Like how tight you get when you think we're gonna get caught." It excited him so much, doing it in high-risk spots. As if he had a bucket list he had to fill and he wanted to do it with you. "I want to feel you come around my cock. Can you come for me baby?"

Your cunt clenches and unclenches at his words, your cum dripping down Bathin's balls and pulsing cock. "I can if you come inside me this time. You made a complete mess of my bed last time and then teleported away."

"My bad." He chuckled apologetically, "I'll be sure to give you lots of cum to make up for it. Lots more than your cunt can take."

"Please." You started rolling back against him, "Give me your cum Bathin, give me your cock." Kissing him was all you could do to keep somewhat quiet. Too bad because you really wanted to let him know you were enjoying this, despite your earlier protests.

"Who's there?" Stolas's voice cut through your upcoming orgasm like a sword, your eyes briefly seeing him turn around the corner before you heard a mixed string of curses between him and Bathin.

The next few moments were a blur, literally as Bathin's powers activated and he teleported you away. What you thought was a ruined orgasm came back full force when you felt your back hit your bed and him crash on top of you, the impact causing his cock to slide in all the way, the pressure sending over the edge as his hips kept grinding, into yours, his cock releasing his cum inside of you.

You waited for the aftershocks and jolts to subside before you slapped his shoulder, "Hope that was funny cause I'm ready to die right now."

"And I will welcome you into Hell with open arms." At least you knew there was always a place for you to go. And if there wasn't Bathin would find one, and bring you there when ever you wanted. "Ugh, I can feel a chill going down my spine. I think I'm gonna sleep here tonight, don't feel like talking to Stolas right now." You didn't say it right there and then because he was still very much inside you but their friendship was quite adorable.

#what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad x reader #what in hell is bad x you #what in hell is bad smut #bathin #bathin x reader #bathin x you #bathin smut #what in hell is bad bathin #whb bathin #wihib #wihib x reader #wihib x you #wihib smut

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moonydustx · 1 month

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Hello! I just read law proposing to reader and it's so sweet like-- I wanna cty-

Anyway... what happens on their honeymoon? Would they dock at an island for like a week or so? Just so the two newly weds have some time alone? Or they'd keep sailing after the ceremony? Like- I imagine both happening but I wanna know what you think.

Hi dear anon, sorry for the delay in responding, I was sick this week and everything was delayed.

For me, there are two versions: the ones they would continue to navigate immediately after the ceremony, but I also think mainly that their friends would never let the honeymoon go unnoticed. I also like to think that even after the wedding was over, Law would take short days to spend just with his S/O, locked in the room enjoying each other's presence.

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The proposal - the honeymoon (part 3)

Part 1 - Part 2

warnings: brief allusion to sex, but nothing explicit or detailed.

The archipelago filled the horizon more and more as Polar Tang approached. From afar you could see a huge park and what looked like the beach packed with people. You weren't yet used to the idea that came from the minds of Shachi and Penguin - which you soon discovered involved Nami, Robin, Ikkaku. The strong breeze ruffled the layers of the sundress you were wearing, it was also strange not to be wearing a crew jumpsuit.

"The bags are packed." Law's voice took your attention away from the destination you were arriving at.

"I mean, the suitcase. The only one." you grumbled. "What did they do?"

"I'm curious too." Law turned you back to contemplate the sea on the deck and taking advantage of the fact that you were alone, he placed quick kisses on your shoulder.

"Look on the bright side." You grabbed his chin, stroking the little beard that was there. "At least we'll have a few days just for the two of us."

"Ah, finally." He let his head fall under your shoulder, making you laugh openly.

The wedding had been incredible, including the banquet. You just didn't expect the amount of sake to be too much, even if you had ten Zoros as friends. As the night went on, you, Law and practically everyone else had more alcohol than they should have in their blood. The two of you left the party amidst whistles and jokes about the wedding night, but when you reached the room you barely had the strength to take off your dress, just as Law remained with his suit and tie turned in a funny way.

After that, you dealt with all the mess that a wedding can bring and finished restocking the Polar Tang before heading on your way. Combined with all the tiredness and accumulated responsibilities, you and Law still hadn't had the wedding night you'd dreamed of - not even 10 minutes of honeymoon.

"We're here!" you both heard Bepo scream and soon went to disembark from Polar Tang.

While you carried your small bag, Law dragged a not so big suitcase that carried some of the two of your clothes.

"Here are the keys and the address, there's a little map there." Ikkaku placed them both in your hands. "We left you a schedule and also some clothes."

"This is amazing guys."

"So, I'll see you in a week." Law asked and everyone immediately agreed. "Bepo is in charge. Any problems, and I mean any problems, just get in touch."

After a quick goodbye, the two of you headed towards the aforementioned address. Even though he wasn't much for public displays of affection, especially close to strangers, Law took your hand as you dodged fruit baskets and running children. The town fair looked lovely and you hoped you would have some time to explore it at your leisure.

"It seems to be here." the two of you stopped in front of a small wooden door. Law took the lead and opened it, taking the key from your hand.

It was a small but cozy house. As far as he could see, there was a small kitchen full of plants, a sofa and a den den mushi that transmitted video. A shelf with books and more flowers. In the distance you could also see two closed doors, which must have been the room where you were going to stay.

"I hope you like it. The fridge has some things ready and we left some things in the wardrobe too." his attention turned to Law, who had found a small note on the table. "What do you say we see what they got up to?"

"Sounds perfect to me." you took the lead and opened the fridge. Your bag was already thrown somewhere on the table, just as you could see that Law had already gotten rid of his bag.

Inside the fridge you found some alcoholic drinks, some fruit and a huge jar of chocolates that were your favorites. Further down you could see some bottles of wine too.

"Well, that's a great start." you put one in your mouth and approached Law, wanting to put a piece on his lips.

"I prefer this one." He took your lips in a quick kiss. You could complain, but it was undeniable that the sweet chocolate seemed much tastier when it was wrapped around his lips. "Delicious."

"Come on, we have a room to explore." you took his hand heading towards the closed doors.

"Indeed, we do" the malice in his words didn't go unnoticed and as much as you could feel your cheeks blushing, you also wanted to finally enjoy some time alone.

Behind the doors was a huge room. A dark, shaggy rug on the floor and a huge bed that could easily fit the two of you and leave room left. The window on the opposite side of the bed offered a beautiful view of the island, and you could even see the sea with your eyes.

"Wow, it's so beautiful." you laughed as you saw Law throw himself onto the bed and his body sink. "You look comfortable my love."

"Not only does it look good, it's actually good. Did you find anything out there?" he asked as soon as he saw you standing in front of the rustic and large closet that was at the other end of the room.

"I'm about to find out."

You opened the two wardrobe doors, finding some dresses that looked comfortable, hanging along with some other pieces. On the other side, some flowery t-shirts made of the same light fabric were piled up for Law. You also saw flip-flops, sunscreen, and some cosmetics.

"Just some clothes, some things… Wait." you bent down, grabbing a small black box from underneath what would be your side of the wardrobe.

Your surprise didn't go unnoticed by Law, who quietly got up and stood behind you, who didn't notice the movement. Inside the black box were several tiny panties - which most appreciate just threads and jewelry sewn together - some things that looked like lubricants, handcuffs and various other sex toys.

"Now that's interesting." Law's low voice whispered in your ear, making you shiver. One of his hands attached itself to your waist, while the other went to the box.

"I'm going to find out which one of them did this." you replied, feeling your body burn with shyness. However, the way you felt Law pull your body against his indicated what plans he had in mind.

"Leave that for later." his lips went down to your neck, while one of his hands reached into the small box. "I bet you'd look even hotter in this one." he held up a small white piece and handed it to you. His hand then went back to the box and grabbed the pair of handcuffs.

"What do you want to do?" your hands found his hat and slid down to where the dark strands of his hair appeared.

"Now that we're married, you're stuck with me." Again, his lips descended dangerously on the back of your neck. "I think it's time to make this more literal."

That morning ended exactly the same way as the evening of the same day and many other moments throughout the week. You still hadn't realized how much being confined inside a submarine could take away certain freedoms from both of you. The two of you woke up tangled up, soon after you were on the beach; You would go back to your room and decide to continue the activity with a view of the sea, then choose one of the small shops for dinner. Kitchen, living room, sofa, bathroom. You would make a point of thanking whoever had chosen the house.

The moon lit up the room and no matter how much sleep was present, you couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because of the small sadness that occupied your heart when you knew that it was the last night you would spend there and that the next day you would leave, maybe it was the noise of music coming from outside, but it was probably an uncomfortable noise coming from the kitchen.

As you watched Law, you could see that he was far away in the dream world. His tattooed back was lit by the moon and the only thing stopping him from being completely naked was a sheet over him. You stood up and put on panties - normal this time - and a black shirt that had been on your husband's body for a few hours ago.

You looked in every corner of the kitchen and found nothing, nothing that could be making such a mess at that hour. When you reached the sofa you then realized. A tiny black ball of fur, huddled next to one of the rugs, caught your attention.

"Oh no." You picked up what was supposed to be a small black cat kitten, on one of its paws there were some thorns. "Let me help you."

You first tried hard to remove the thorns, but were unsuccessful as the cat complained every time you touched the injured area. Soon after, you tried to find the litter he belonged to, but there was no sign of a cat around the house. Only one solution ran through his mind. You left the cat on the sofa and went in search of Law, you just didn't expect to find him already leaving the room.

"Everything is fine?" he asked, still drowsy, trying to understand your disappearance from the bed.

"We need to talk."

"Now?" he looked indignant, still yawning.

"I want to have a baby." As soon as the words left his mouth, Law's color seemed to leave him along with the sleep he seemed to be feeling. His mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for words. "No, not that. A baby, a kitten. He's alone, he's hurt and I don't know what to do."

"Okay… I understand" he accepted almost automatically, still stuck in his first conception of what a baby would be. "I just wouldn't go around informing anyone like that."

"I'm just a little anxious, help me, love, please." You pouted making the task almost irresistible for him. "I don't know what else to do."

"Let me see him." Law followed you to the couch and saw the little ball of fur bundled up. "Hey man, you don't look good."

"I tried to take it away, I tried to give it food, but he won't let me touch his paw."

"Wait for me in the room, maybe you don't like seeing it." Law asked and even though you were reluctant, you nodded and walked away from the two.

It took more minutes than you expected and you had probably already walked around the entire room more than ten times when Law opened the door, bringing the small cat and a small pot in your hands.

"Someone was hungry." He sat down and placed the kitten on the floor, next to the pot that looked like some crushed fruit.

"Thank you my love." you hug him, placing countless kisses on Law's head. "We need to buy food for him."

"Is he really going with us?" Law turned up, finding an expression that made it clear that the decision had already been made. "What will it be called?"

"I'll let you choose. But think carefully first." Law untangled your arms from him, just so he could place you sitting on his legs.

"Thank you my dear."

"For letting you choose the name?"

"Not only that, but for choosing me." He still held you close, as if he was afraid you were going to disappear. "For choosing to love me and of course, for growing our family."

-- Extra 01

"So, did you like the gifts?" Ikkaku took your arm and pulled you away from the others. The boys seemed more entertained by the little cat than by your return.

"Was you?!"

"It was and I hope you brought everything back because the owner of the house is a nice old lady, she doesn't need to know about these things."

"Well, I brought the toys and a single panty." you replied, the victorious smile was clear on your lips.

"One? Just one? Did you miss all the others?"

"I didn't lose them, they're just no longer usable." you responded as naturally as possible, laughing as you saw the meaning of the words reach your friend. "Actually two, the first one I think Law wanted to keep as a souvenir."

"Oh God, no, I won't think about that." She left apparently traumatized and leaving you laughing about the situation.

--Extra 02

You had already done your tasks in the command room, updated your medicine stock and it was almost lunch time. As you approached your room, you knew that Law wouldn't be that busy at this time and it would be a great time to have lunch together. You just didn't expect to find him holding the cat on the table, the small black cat resting on both paws, as if the feline were a toy fighting with two other action figures.

"And the warrior Sora took down the…" Law - and the cat - noticed your present. "I was just.. Sora and I were just having fun." He tried to find a justification, making you laugh even more.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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wait damn it i dont think i was anon making that request so HIYA AGAIN 💀💀 (basically this is just restating my request)

foaming at the mouth for peter quill (per usual) so this is a peter req! so maybe smthn abt reader stealing his shirt/s like hes trying to find one and hes like okay where did all my shirts go and then he sees reader all comfy in his shirt and he just MELTS 🥰

Hopefully you can do this soon, ur like famous so u have like 1000 requests LMAO have a great rest of your week/end!

-🪐

hii again🪐!! and dw you were anon for that request😭😭 this is so stinking cute! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 have a great rest of you week too<3 also wanna know something funny? I have 2 of his tshirts, he left them at mine ;)

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Peter Quill x f reader

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warnings || none just fluff

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There are many great attributes about Quill, and sometimes there are too many to list. But one thing in particular, is his style. Despite his knack for good music and food, there's just something about his clothes that often made you gawk.

Over the years, Peter has acquired quite the collection of fun and funky t-shirts, most of them bought on various planets as souvenirs after a mission or even as little gifts from you.

Quill has so many tops that he couldn't possibly have use for every single one, so more often than not, you'd find yourself riffling through his drawers to steal one or five of his t-shirts. His clothes always smell so comforting and homely that you couldn't stop yourself from stealing, even if you wanted to. Your favourite shirts of his are from his slightly chubbier days. They'd feel so soft and comfortable against your skin that you'd often wear them day and night. The bigger the top, the more loved it felt. But you weren't being picky because you loved literally anything he wore. He could wear a trash bag, and as long as it smelt like him, you'd wear that trash bag too.

So today, like any other day, instead of picking your clothes from your side of the closet, you scrounge over to his side, flicking through the hangers to see what you want to wear. 'Happening' upon his grey, long sleeve with white writing, you quickly remove his other t-shirt you were wearing, flinging it across the room into the dirty pile before dressing yourself. Slipping on a pair of joggers, you make your way to the living room, plopping yourself down on the sofa, and wrapping a fluffy blanket over you.

A few short minutes later, Peter is standing in the doorway with a towel draped over his lower half, tiny beads of water covering his chest. "Ahem," he says quietly, a sly smirk on his lips. "Uh- why can't I find any of my clothes?" he asks, sounding like he already knew the answer.

"Maybe they're in the dirty pile," you playfully lie with a deadpan expression, avoiding his gaze. "We haven't done any laundry in a little while. I'm sure there's stuff in there,"

"Hm, okay, right. But the thing is, I was sorta planning on wearing this one top today," sheepishly smiling, ruffling through his wet curls. "Don't suppose you've seen a grey long-sleeve?"

"Nope, haven't seen it," you coyly grin, bringing the blanket to your neck, covering the evidence.

"Yeah?" he hums, making his way over to you. "You sure you haven't seen it?"

"Nope," you repeat, shaking your head.

"So if I just..." he says slowly, reaching for the blanket.

You copy him, reaching for his towel, playful eyes as you threaten to tug the fabric down. He looks down at you and shrugs. Grinning. "Do it. I don't care,"

"Okay, alright, fine. I'm wearing it," you cave, ripping away the blanket. "I couldn't help it," you bribe, sweet eyes dancing up at him.

"How long you been stealing my clothes?" he asks, his tone full of warmth, chuckling.

"Not long," you lie. "But I really can't help it, okay, Pete? It's a problem. I can't stop myself," you say playfully, brushing over your arms as if to show your comfort. "See?"

He stares down at you, his eyes full of admiration. "Yeah? That why I have no clothes left?"

"You have tonnes of clothes. You have so many you didn't even realise they were missing," you say impishly, eyebrows quirking. "They just smell like you," you shrug, a sweet smile on your lips. "You're not mad?"

Shaking his head. "Nah, they look better on you anyway," he grins. "But, have you seen that dark blue one? The one with uh-- the um, light blue circle smile face thing?"

"Maybe... sorry. I wore that the other week," you playfully frown. "But it's clean," you bribe. "I washed it right after. It should be in that pile over there," Pointing.

"Mhmm," he says with squinted eyes and a grin.

He returns half-dressed with the t-shirt in hand, swinging it as he makes his way back to you. "I wanna wear that one," pointing to you. "I wanna smell you," he says quietly, practically inaudible.

"What?" you grin, only hearing fragments.

"I wanna smell you, now give it," he repeats loud enough for you to hear, his fingers grabbing towards you. "I’m getting cold— look my nipples could cut glass, hurry,"

"But it smells like you,"

He boyishly grins as if he's thought of an idea. He puts on the blue top, rubbing over the fabric as if to transfer his scent before removing it and handing it to you. "Better?"

Sitting up with a smile, you undress from the top, putting on the new one as Peter did the same. He plops down beside you, draping his arm over your shoulder. "You do look cute in my clothes," he grins, kissing your temple.

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞!!

It started as an innocent game, he had teased her on multiple occasions whenever they were out, and while she was able to keep her composure around their family members and mutual friends, the same cannot be said with him - he had brushed off the first attempt, only as time went on, things seemed to get worse and worse, from being out at clubs together to dining with either his parents, his friends and everyone in between, it only seemed to further instill in him that perhaps what he did wasn't so nice now that he was on the receiving end of it.

He was in physical pain, yes he was in physical pain and she loved every single minute of it - the pair were dining with her parents when he felt her slender hand directly comes contact with his hardened bulge causing his chest to tighten, he'd tired his best to remain as composed as he can only that didn't seem to work, as she tightened her pressure over his cock causing his breath to deepen, he leans closer and whispers, " Stop it "

She offers him a sweet smile, then returns back into conversation with her mother while she continued to caress his bulge, all the while he barely listened to anything her father said, and as the night went on his resolve was weakening up until, the chair squeaked before he stood up and said. " Merci for tonight, but I think we're going to cut it short, we have an early day tomorrow "

He didn't even stick around to bid them goodbye, he leads her out the house and on towards his car, the drive was silent and tense - with him gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turn white, once they'd gotten back to their home, he storms out of the car, walking towards her door, he pulls her out of the car before walking up to the front door, he unlocks the door and says. " Get in "

She walks into the house, he shuts the door before he turns to her, his eyes darken as he says. " Get in the room, strip entirely and wait for me until I come in "

" Kylian " She whispers, her eyes showcasing the desire coursing through her veins.

" Go on! " He retorts with a sharp tone.

She nods quickly, nearly sprinting towards the bedroom while he took his time, grabbing a glass of water to down it before walking towards their bedroom, finding her laying on top of the bed, entirely bare for him. " You think you're so funny aren't you? "

She blinks softly, " it was just a game " she whispers.

" No it's not " He shakes his head, " Now, roll over and show me that ass of yours, up in the air "

She complies, just as he undresses himself then he walks over and stands at the edge of the bed, his hand caresses the soft skin before he sharply struck both of her cheeks inciting a loud moan from her.

" Such a slut " He tuts, striking her ass once again. " Making me feel in pain, in front of your parents like that " he shakes his head, striking her again.

" I'm sorry " She whines, letting out a soft moan when she felt an even sharper sting followed by his finger plunging in and out of her pussy. " Fuck "

" No, you're not allowed to enjoy it " He said, " turn around "

She turns around to face him, he hooks his finger under chin and she looks at him.

" Open your mouth " He said with a slow and authoritative tone.

She parts her lips and in the blink of an eye, he spits inside of her mouth.

" Swallow it " He whispered, grinning when he noticed her swallowing it. " Good girl, now spread your legs "

She complies, lying on her back and spreading her legs while he lowered his boxers to free his cock, a spec of precum leaks and he uses to stroke himself a few times before he said, " Do you deserve this cock? "

She nods eagerly, " Please "

" I don't know " He shakes his head, " You embarrassed me earlier, and all those times earlier "

She pouts, " I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again "

He tuts, " I'm still not convinced, you're going to have to try harder "

She sits up on her knees, her eyes wide and doe eyed while her lips puckered out. " I'm sorry my love, I promise I will do anything you want and I won't pull those tricks again, please " she nuzzled her face in his neck. " Please fuck me "

He smirks, " In that case, lay down now and spread those legs "

She beams and complies, folding her legs over as he situated himself over her, leisurely easing his way into her walls, both of them sighing softly, " Fuck baby " he moans, " so warm "

" Oh my god " She whines, " So good "

He dips his head in, capturing her lips in a soft and deep kiss while he begins to thrust in and out of her walls, he wraps his arm around her waist while his other rests over her neck, their lips moving against each other in a harmonious rhythm until he felt her walls squeeze his cock causing him to groan, " Please " she whines.

" Are you going to cum baby? " He cooed, pecking her lips.

" Please " She moans. " Please let me cum "

" You'll keep your promise? " He whispers.

She nods quickly causing him to laugh, " Please, I promise I'll do anything "

He groans, " Good girl, such a good girl, cum for me baby "

They chase their highs together, and Kylian collapses next to her. " I hope you know that I'll take full advantage of that promise "

" I know you will " She smiles.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfiction #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe smut

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crushedsweets · 2 months

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Jdjejfjsjd can we know more about ninajack????? Pleasssseeee sucker????

I GOT YOU. i organized it by concept rambles, then if i were to write a 'getting together' one-shot thing.

A SORT OF BACKGROUND/GENERAL CONCEPT..

nina has a crush on everyone. usually its veryyy short and fleeting and she realizes it was moreso admiration and appreciation rather than romance, but its like she's hardwired for romantic love. even when she's "with" jeff (she calls him her boyfriend/fiancé but neither are very loyal), she's crushing like crazy

so, when she's introduced to Jack through Clocky.. he's tall, mysterious, has a nice voice, polite, freaky. SHE'S CRUSHING HARD. REALLY FUCKING HARD. like running off with clocky squealing and spinning and going 'I THINK IM IN LOOOVEEE HE'S SOOO FINEEEE' and clockys like no. you are not. please.

nina would start asking clocky/toby "ohh we should visit jack today i bet he's lonely lets go see him" and they see right through her shit. clockys more likely to be like 'i do not want you bothering him, i dont think he can take it' since she'd be aware of the whole... falling in love with jenny only to be horribly betrayed fiasco.... and even if she loves nina, she doesn't trust her not to hurt people. but toby is more likely to think its funny as fuck and bring nina along.

another big point is. nina's appearance matters a lot to her. she used it all her life to get what she wanted - ranging from when she was little and using doe-eyes to beg her dad for toys, to being a sexy, fun chick at the bar getting drinks from randos... but jack can't see her. he has thermavision and echolocation, so he gets the gist of her appearance, but it'd really mess with her. she doesn't think theres anything about her to love, other than her appearance and what she can give. but he really thinks she has a sweet voice, at least

A CURRENT STORY/ONE-SHOT CONCEPT

it would be after she officially breaks things off with jeff. jeff stabs her in the stomach, liu drags her to jack, and jack tends to her wounds.

they'd require her to stay with jack for a few days, just during her recovery.

nina's depressed, understandably, after the whole ordeal. jack gives him her room so she can actually lay down, and he sleeps on the couch. she never leaves his room, is always in there moping and crying and trying to contact jeff - but he's blocked her on literally everything, so..

it'd start by jack bringing nina meals. breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he'd bring her something and insist she eats. some days she would, some days she'd cry and beg him to leave and take it with him. he'll leave it alone for a while. "this isnt my problem" or whatever, but... she wont heal properly if she's not eating. so jack would eventually try collecting her, pulling her out by the hand and quietly asking her to come eat dinner with him. he'd insist it's for him, that he's been lonely, something like that - a little bit of manipulation, but it works. it gets her to eat.

he'd do it more often, and she'd think she's doing a good thing. he'd start bringing her out to cook with him, all that.

maybe one day while theyre cooking together, nina would be in such a good mood after a long time of moping, and he'd just comment on how nice her laugh is. and immediately she's like oh. woah. ok.

maybe that night, just like he asks her to eat with him so he's not lonely, she'd ask him to come lay with her so she's not lonely. then jack finally gets his fucking bed back. and nina, i guess....

bonus points cuz she'd be wearing his clothes. BIG AS FUCK ON HER. theyre so cute

#ninajack #hcs #creeped #nina the killer #eyeless jack

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piracytheorist · 5 months

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Episode 33 reaction!

*incoherent screaming*

WHY DID THEY MAKE THIS CUTE. WHY DOES IT WORK. I LOVE IT.

Yor talks about how they'll just put them in that inflatable boat and then go to the other ship, but would that really work with the amount of assassins on board? All they'd need to do would be fire with a sniper while the trio were boarding.

Anyway. Caught by the smell, after all. And indeed Yor doesn't seem to have a scent that super-smeller Turtleneck Guy can pick up. Interesting!

I love how Anya didn't even have to negotiate this. She wasn't even direct about it.

Also, it looks like Anya got a little more comfortable hearing a myriad of passionate thoughts around her? Like, remember episode three, where she passed out from the amount of thoughts around her. Here she didn't seem bothered at all and thought she could "look around" for Yor's thoughts. Is that a sign that she's getting stronger and gaining more control of her power?

I love how Yor saw the two guys standing by the hallway and went like "These are probably assassins" and they were indeed assassins.

Okay. This spread is hilarious, with all the different expressions side by side, and I'm glad I had the manga in a physical copy and could see it in all its glory XD

It was so sweet, how Olka tried to calm down Gram 🥺 the voice actress did such a great work there!

They actually fit three full chapters and one short chapter in one episode, and it still didn't feel rushed, what the hell! Like they took their time showing everything. This is amazing.

I love how Gram got excited over jumping around in Yor's arms XD

The sniper got an order to kill the baby too, if possible! The fuck!

Setting a fight between assassins - which includes a lot of shooting - amidst a firework show is brilliant. The plain guests had no idea what was happening just a few meters away from them.

AND YOR GOT HURT!

The difference between their reactions at the other dodging was hilarious. The sniper went like "She dodged that???!?!" and Yor was like "Aw shucks, he dodged it."

Then. Yor. Fucking. DESTROYED. A DAGGER WITH HER BARE FINGERNAILS. What the actual fuck! (I accidentally typo-ed "bear fingernails" there but was it actually incorrect? This woman is a beast!)

And Gram is still having fun! Fireworks? Time to cry. People trying to kill them? Laughing his heart out :D

My god! The assassins coming out, and Yor doing her tricks with her stilettos before preparing her stance? The animators really understand the assignment!

Some good quick action there, McMahon coming to their help and I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED WHEN ZEB GOT HIT.

Like they were actually falling and I was like. Please tell me he wore a bulletproof vest. Please tell me he won't die. PLEASE DON'T DIE ;_;

So yeah. I was so relieved to see he had a vest. And it's also funny that they took a humorous tone with that. A bit of an emotional whiplash was expected there XD

There's so much good animation there I can't even begin to comment on it. I'll have to gif a lot tomorrow :D Probably :D

Anyway. THEY MESSED WITH THE WRONG BITCH

Glorious.

McMahon cleaning up! Both preparing to fuck shit up!

I love how Yor apologized for using a guy's dead body as a shield from bullets. Kindness over all!

And then Loid wondering why Anya is still so excited after a long show of fireworks. He would lose his mind as a modern parent whose child could listen to Baby Shark a million times in a row.

A literal bloodshow ensues! Yor killing guy after guy and McMahon cleaning up after her!

Meanwhile, Anya and Loid enjoy the fireworks, and the office dudes win a fortune. Wins all around!

Though shit! The mace guy broke one of Yor's stilettos! Sacrilege!

They didn't pull back. With the soft song accompanying the action, we then get a hilarious (!!) montage of Yor taking out the assassins one by one and HOW DO THEY DO THAT. How is the humor in this show so effective I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Like, Endo's writing is funny in and of itself, but then the anime manages to pick up from that and use make it over the top! I love it.

Turtleneck guy thinks he's in the position to judge Yor??? Shut up my dude.

So McMahon is a pretty traditional dude, huh. Interesting. And did Turtleneck Guy really go like, "No, YOU will be eaten by sharks!" Like was that the best you could do XD

But then! Things get deeply serious! McMahon isn't dead, is he? O_O (don't answer)

Oh my god there's so much more I can barely comment! The katana guy being over the top! Yor worrying over breaking Loid and Anya's hearts! BECAUSE SHE'LL DIE. The haircut moment XD

But then Yor had her moment of wondering and then got her ass kicked and shit.

It is not clear in the anime, but it looks like in the manga Yor ripped the earring off her earlobe to stop Turtleneck Guy from moving on.

It's kind of tragic, how the Briar siblings ended up. Yor got into a dangerous, soul-eating job to protect Yuri's carefree life, and Yuri, seeing the sacrifices she made for him, did the same for her. They're so desperate to protect each other from the evils of the world, because they're all they have...

But now she's got even more of a motive...

So what if I cry? What if I dissolve into a puddle of tears and feels? So what? T_T

WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND. BECAUSE HE DOES UNDERSTAND. IT'S THE VERY SAME THING HE DOES.

One last moment of logic that yes, she did rip her earlobe.

And now I continue screaming. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#thoughts for the extra part will come later cause!! fuck!!#Spy x Family #sxf reaction

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my-soupy-brain · 3 months

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I’m a simple woman. I just wanna wear Ted’s clothes

Same. They'd be so cozy to wear too. And warm! I feel like his clothes would always be warm. Ted would find it sexy and cute too. You just know it. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Cute + cozy + a little sexy

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You were stirring your cake batter and dancing around your kitchen with socks and one of Ted's AFC Richmond sweaters.

Your hair was a little messy, but you were loving this chilly winter night with your heat on, making cake by yourself.

Ted was away at a match, just in London but still. He said he'd be by later if it wasn't too late, but you assured him not to worry about it if he was tired.

So, dancing around your flat in Ted's sweater, singing to the music from your record player, and making cake was the next best thing.

But when the knock came on your door, and you saw a tired, but smiling, Ted Lasso on the other side, you could've jumped for joy.

"C'mon in, honey!" you said, ushering him inside from the chill air. He smiled wide and happy as he took in your socked feet and the sweater hanging down to the middle of your thighs.

When you return to the kitchen to pour your batter, Ted's long, warm arms come around your waist.

"Whatcha makin', sugar?" Ted says lowly against your ear, his lips tickling with a kiss on your neck.

"Cake. Chocolate cake, actually," you reply, a shiver down your spine from his intimate touch.

"Yeah? Smells good..."

You swipe a dollop on your finger and lean your hand back for him to taste. His lips wrap around the fingertip and lick it off and he hums at the flavor. A long exhale from you is followed by a giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"I...should have known doing that was gonna do something to me," you joke, blushing hard, Ted's hands dancing down your hips and over the curve of your ass, where he runs his fingertips under the sweater a bit more.

"Yeah? What'd it do?" he asks, peppering kisses to your neck again.

"Well..."

"Mmm?"

Ted's hands run under the sweater more, over your stomach, to the curve of your breasts, and your head falls back against his shoulder.

"I think I have an idea," he murmurs, pulling you from the counter and turning you in his arms before he plops you up on the counter.

Your arms go around his neck and your lips press gently against his. His kisses are so sweet and warm, but his hands traveling your body lead you to want more.

"I should...get this cake...in the oven..." you say between kisses, Ted laughing, his face relaxed, hair soft over his forehead from a long day.

"Cake and then bed," Ted answers playfully. "And then we'll eat the the cake IN the bed."

"I like how you think, coach."

Ted wraps your legs around him as he shuffles the two of you off to your bedroom.

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Short n' sweet but oh so cute and a lil spicy for this drab Wednesday, yes? Hope it was a fun read, friends. And thank you for the prompt! Excuse me while I go make cake and daydream about this.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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cain-speaks · 9 months

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🍭 ��𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙃 🍭 || Macaque x Reader Oneshot

» sweet tooth (cavetown) « 0:45 ─〇───── 4:07

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ This is a oneshot. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader uses she/her and is a cat demon, so she has cat-like features/behaviors! ➤ Described the clothes but tried to keep it simple/vague so ppl could add more details if they'd like! ➤ BRO THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SORRY. I kinda lost the plot a few times I think,, and I got super into the shadow story,, hope this is good!! Also sorry if I switched tenses at some point, it happens rip. Also also if the kiss scene is bad I'm so sorry, I'm awkward asf LMAO. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, a little bit of angst, referenced toxicity, and referenced murder. ➤ Word count: 3,494

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❝ A sweet tooth for you, I'm wide awake .❞

Your tail vibrates excitedly as the timer goes off, alerting you that the mango pudding is done chilling. Grinning widely, you almost run to your fridge, throwing open the door and crouching to pull the cool dessert out. You take a deep whiff as you wander back to the counter, shutting the fridge door with a bump of your hip. It smells heavily, and an experimental shake of the pan leads you to believe the sweet treat has successfully set.

You set down the mango pudding and turn to the dishes, rinsing them in the sink and leaving them in the basin to be thoroughly cleaned later. As you scratch a particularly stubborn splash of dried pudding from the whisk, you look over at your oven, squinting to read the numbers displayed.

5:47.

"Oh, cow-milk," you hiss under your breath, finishing up with the whisk and nearly tossing it into the basin.

I'm going to be late! you fret as you pull off your apron, throwing it upon the counter as you rush to your bedroom to pull on your outfit: a simple white turtleneck under a soft long-sleeve and high-waisted plaid pants, complemented with long socks and short, buckled heels. Once you finish with your outfit and additional accessories, you grab a basket on your way out of your room and quickly fill it with cutlery, cubed mangoes, sugar, and of course, the pudding.

You pause for a second, ears flicking about as you try to make sure you haven't forgotten anything. Your time is cut short as another alarm sings on your phone, titled Get The Fudge to Mac's!

You squeak, shoving your phone into your pocket and spinning on your heel as you race out of your home, narrowly keeping the basket from slapping against your side.

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You're fairly certain the only reason Macaque doesn't snap at you slamming the dojo doors is because he heard you coming.

He's curled up on his couch, a hefty book in his lap—probably about something medicinal or floral if you had to guess. Your eyes flicker to his face, scowling as you see his signature smirk, golden-brown eyes scanning your hunched-over figure in amusement.

"Look what the cat dragged in," purrs the demon.

"You—hah—think you're soooo funny," you grit out, shuffling to the couch with a glare.

"When have I ever been wrong?" Macaque asks.

The monkey slaps his tail across your face before you can recite the "a" portion of your alphabetized list.

"How come you're so late today?" he teases. "Normally you're here before I am."

You roll your eyes and give a half-hearted bite to the demon's tail, barely grazing the fur, but he pulls it away with a narrowed gaze anyway. You give him a dramatically sweet face, fluttering your lashes as you set your basket on the table.

You make a lazy gesture at it. "I made something for us."

"Oh?" Macaque asks, cocking an eyebrow. "How romantic, starlight."

For a split second, you consider letting your embarrassment at the implication get to you. But then you decide if Macaque wants to be a little evil, you may as well join him.

"Only the best for you, moonflower," you coo back, revelling in the way the black-furred monkey's face heats up around his spiked mask. You immediately laugh at his blush, far more elated at your ability to fluster the stoic demon than you think is normal, adoring the way his ears wiggle as though trying to hide his face.

"Laugh it up, kitty," he grumbles, reaching out for the basket.

You lunge forward and smack his hand before his claw tips so much as brush the handles. "Nu-uh! That's for after dinner, loser."

Macaque frowns and squints at you, shaking his hand and blowing on it in classic dramatic theater kid fashion. "What are you, five?"

"Out of five~!" You sing-song, scooping up the basket as you jump to your feet. "Now get cooking, Macaroni."

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When Macaque announces the food's almost done, you decide to raid his wardrobe for pajamas.

You zoom up the stairs before he can say a word, but to your surprise, he doesn't make so much as a sigh as your thundering footsteps fade into his room.

It's weird. Normally Macaque always whines about you snagging his clothes, complaining about the pastry stains or endless amounts of cat hair that ends up on them—which is a small price to pay when you're constantly making him yummy treats! But tonight he's oddly quiet.

Come to think of it... he's been acting off for a while.

You noticed it last month. Your time spent with the monkey had turned more physical—training, teaching you how to make certain foods, dancing, cuddling. And amongst his standard sarcasm and snark, he was complimenting you a lot more, too. You'd even started finding little trinkets around your house! So unless some other purple-coded weirdo was breaking into your house to leave you jewelry and pretty flowers, it had to be Macaque.

But on the other hand, Macaque seemed to be... distancing himself. A canceled plan here and there, an excuse to leave the room every now and then, a strange new sense of secrecy within the demon, as though he was guarding something from you. As if he was afraid of you coming too close all over again.

It was so confusing. If you allowed yourself to consider that the demon had fallen for you of all people, what were you supposed to make of his behavior? That he hated the idea of loving you so much that he was deciding between making a game of it or completely pushing you away?

The thought strikes you right in the chest, your bottom lip falling victim to your sharp teeth.

Just recently you'd come to terms with just how much you really like the monkey—how much you love the sound of his voice and the way he drags you into trouble and his devotedness to you as a friend. It'd been an earth-shattering realization, really, one that left you tossing and turning in bed and damn near ripping your fur out.

How could you be blamed? Macaque was hardened like stone in the aftermath of his past, resulting in a closed-off and apathetic creature, a lone wolf in spite of his nature. It'd taken so, so much time and patience to get to where you two were now, laughing and poking fun at each other in his dojo, his safespace.

The last thing you want is to lose everything because your silly heart loves tragedies.

"Starlight!" Macaque's sharp call comes from downstairs, making you jump. "The hell are you doing? I said dinner's done!"

"Ack—I'm coming, just a minute!"

You quickly throw on a loose shirt and shorts, struggling a bit with the hole for your tail before finally settling the limb and bounding out of the room. Immediately, an aroma of deliciousness hits your nose. You almost stumble down the stairs due to the distraction, righting yourself with an embarrassed flush (boy, are you glad Macaque didn't see that) and carefully making your way into the kitchen.

Your eyes widen at what you see. A large bowl of chǎofàn sits at the table, neighbored by a plate of tángcù lǐjǐ and another of xiǎolóngbāo. The scent is divine, and you would call the meal a gift from Buddha if it weren't for the smirking demon leaning against the counter.

"Like what you see?" he asks cockily, tail sweeping against the ground in a lazy sway.

"No way you just made all of this!" you exclaim, grinning.

"Maybe I'm just that good," replies the black-furred monkey with a wink, fetching two plates and some silverware out of various cupboards and drawers.

"Not that good," you snort, fetching your basket from the fridge. "Come on, what's the trick this time, moonflower?"

The demon falls strangely silent at your question. You raise an eyebrow at his back, waiting for a response. Finally, in an uncharacteristically small voice, Macaque says, "I've been preparing."

There's more to it. There's definitely more to it, but you won't push.

You set the basket down on the floor and take the plate held out to you, happily filling it up before moving to your seat. Macaque joins you on the opposite side, silent save for the short scraping sound of silverware against glass. The uncomfortable silence threatens to spoil your appetite, and you spend a few quiet minutes praying that the demon across from you will say something.

"Is it good?"

Thank Buddha, you think, immediately put at ease to hear his voice.

"Duh," you say, swallowing another forkful of delicious food. "Your cooking is some of the best I've ever had."

"Oh really?" Macaque leans forward on his elbows, hands laced under his chin, and you feel your face warm ever-so-slightly. "Then where do I rank, starlight?"

"Top ten at least," you tease, reaching for more chǎofàn. Macaque unlaces a hand to pick up the bowl and pass it to you.

"At least," he chuckles. "Well, eat up. I have a play to put on."

"A play?" You repeat, cheeks round with rice.

Macaque nods. "Yes." Quickly, he adds, "for you."

You very nearly make a quip about the romance of dinner and a show, but seeing his tail tense and thud against the floor makes you reconsider.

Instead, you smile. "I'll be there."

The monkey snorts. "Better be. If you stand me up for rice and chicken, I'll never make it again."

You fake an angry grumble. "Don't you have to go prepare, smart guy?"

He blinks. Once. Twice.

"Oh," he says, simply at first. Then his eyes widen. "Oh, yes! I have to—there are things I have to—I'm going now." Macaque cuts his rambling short and just barely avoids sprinting out of the kitchen like his tail is on fire.

"Don't—" you cringe at the sound of something falling, followed by a quiet yelp. "—hurt yourself on the way out..."

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

You sit amongst soft blankets and pillows, tails curled around your knees as you wait for the play to start. The light of Macaque's lantern bathes the dojo in a violet hue, shadows dancing with the sway of the lantern as Macaque gets into position. The monkey's innate shadow powers and connection to the lantern make it easy to manipulate it and the dark for his purposes, so part of you is confused that Macaque settles himself so far away from you. You reason that maybe the demon's just feeling extra dramatic for this story.

Or maybe this is it, you think.

Even if you don't know what that means.

"Welcome viewer, to a shadow play the likes of which have never been seen."

You smile at the signature opening line, a soft purr rumbling in your throat as you listen closely, ears perked in Macaque's direction.

"Here we follow another tale about the tragic Warrior." Macaque's voice reverberates around you, and you watch as a simplified silhouette of hi—ahem, "the warrior" manifests from the shadows. "Though this story is unlike the others—for instead of our Warrior bearing yet another arduous chapter of life, perhaps he has found his happy end.

"Everyone knows the tale of how the Sun came to betray the Moon. But what very few have to come to learn is that it was the moon that brought on such a tragedy. You see, many centuries ago, the Moon could only see their dark side—blemished, indecipherable, and lacking in light. So often the moon thought of their dark side and wept, believing that if it was all they saw, it was all anyone could see. And then the Moon realized something. They were the Sun's only companion, their only friend, so surely, surely, the Sun would give their light to them.

"And at first, the Sun did everything they could to show the Moon just how bright they could be. The Sun taught the Moon everything they knew, and the Moon took that knowledge and taught it to others, becoming a beloved warrior. And when the Moon became the Warrior, they changed the Sun into a Hero—a well-shaped, perfect vessel of holiness and goodness.

"The Sun allowed for this because they loved the Warrior, so they locked themselves within the Hero. And while the Warrior loved the Hero very much, they were so blinded by the love of their light that they didn't see what they were doing to their beloved Sun.

"Years passed and the Warrior had taken almost every bit of sunlight. Only their heart and a small sliver remained, which the Sun branded on to the Hero's golden cudgel and hid beneath stone so the Warrior could not find it. This angered the Warrior, who still could not see what they'd done to the Sun, for they were so hidden within the Hero. He said, "my hero! Why do you hide your light from me? Is it not mine, too? Have I not helped you shine?"

"The Hero replied, "I hide nothing from you, my Warrior, certainly not our light. I simply have no more to give you."

"The Warrior was displeased, and this displeasure, coupled with the dimming Sun, poisoned their light until nothing remained but a thin halo around the two of them.

"This terrified the Warrior—to see that they were so close to becoming the Moon again, so close to being consumed by their dark side, that they demanded the Hero give them their heart. Only this time, the Hero refused.

""You are not a hero," spat the Warrior. "And you are no longer a warrior," whispered the Hero. The Warrior was so angry, so enraged, that they attempted to swallow the Sun itself. They peeled away the Hero's stone body to reveal the blazing heart beneath, fully intent to rob them of every last bit of light they had, even if it meant they'd never shine again.

"The Sun broke free of the Hero's perfect body, and, using the light on the golden cudgel, banished the Warrior to a place of no light. No stars. No song. Only darkness.

"A place where the Warrior and the Moon would blend in perfectly."

While you've never heard the story portrayed this way, you find it heartbreakingly easy to tell he's talking about his death and descent into Diyu. You fiddle with your hands, pressing on the paw pads as you stare, watching the Warrior turn into wisps as a glowing mass of shadows (the Sun?) forms into a tendril and strikes them.

It's almost too much to watch, your brain caught up in what preceded Macaque's death. Is this why he's been so nervous? It would make sense—the version of the tale makes him vulnerable to say the least, and it's oozing with painful, regretful honesty. Macaque may not be a liar, but the truth has never been easy for him.

The scene changes, shifting in a quick montage.

"For centuries, the Warrior rotted in their anger and sorrow. So angry were they that they allowed themselves to be hung from strings like a simple puppet, used as a weapon to harm undeserving victims."

Flashes of burned and otherwise destroyed villages wrap around the dojo, all with a chained Macaque hovering above, eyes burning. The last image you recognize as the Monkie Kid and his group. A shadowy tendril wraps around the kid's limbs, attached to him in a similar way to Macaque's chains. Your stomach twists.

"Even when the Warrior finally forgoed their wrath and reconciled with the Sun, they still could not find it in them to shine. They'd ruined the Moon many years ago, and now the Warrior was ruined, too.

"...or so they thought. One day, the Warrior came across a maiden. She was gentle and wild, comforting and unapologetic, unwavering and bold. She was a river, a storm, a mountain who stood unblinking before the weight of the Warrior's darkness.

"The Warrior thought they were doomed to break her, as they so often did to strong things. But then the Maiden produced a mooncake from her robes, split it in half, and said, "Would you share this treat with me, O' weary Warrior?""

A feminine silhouette appears before the Warrior, dressed in a flowing hanfu and flowers. Most interestingly, the Maiden has tufted ears and a long, fluffy tail just like—

Your face erupts in a shocked blush as understanding dawns on you. The first time you met Macaque, you'd been out selling mooncakes. It'd been a good day, and by the end you had a single treat left, which you fully intended to scarf down while watching the sun set. But then you'd seen Macaque, leaning against a bridge and watching the reflection of the sun in the river, and he just looked so sad, you thought a mooncake would add a little brightness to his face.

A pity cake it might have been, but you think it was one of the best pity cakes you've ever had.

"The Warrior took the Maiden's gift. Together, the two ate at their cakes until they were naught but crumbs and the sun had long set. Before they parted, the Maiden smiled at the Warrior.

"And the Warrior glowed.

"The Warrior glowed so bright that moonlight shown through the cracks in their skin, that stars came down to twinkle in their fur and they could hear the sweetest dreams whispering in their ears, and all they said was "Mooncake Maiden" over and over again, for the Warrior had finally found someone to glow for, not because of."

You almost bust out laughing, a mix of adoration, shock, and amusement bubbling in your chest. "Mooncake Maiden", huh? Maybe you should start a business.

"For weeks, the Warrior and the Maiden continued to meet. The Warrior continued to glow, feeling more and more like the great warrior they once were. They even began to think of themselves as the moon again, not as an imperfect surface, but as a new vast and complicated world, one they wanted to explore by the side of the Maiden. All they had to do was ask her."

The shadows merge into a single ball, gliding towards you and settling before you. The ball reforms, revealing Macaque kneeling in front of you, your hands held gently in his. But what really catches your eye is his glamor—or lack thereof. His six ears, the reason for his namesake, unfurl from his head like flower petals, glowing shades of blue, pink, and purple that illuminate both of your faces. His fangs elongate past his bottom lip and a white halo of fur surrounds his face, shimmering in the gentle light.

His eye, blind though it may be, is milky and spotted like the bright side of the moon and you can't help but think it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

"And now to discover how this story ends," he says softly.

"Macaque—" you begin, only to fall silent when he squeezes your hands.

"I know I'm not a hero," Macaque says. "I think I might always be a little evil—a trickster, a bit of a thief, a bully every now and then; a shadow of something good. But you make me feel... real. Like I can be something more, something people can love and adore without getting hurt, and I haven't felt that in a long, long time, starlight."

You blink, feeling something wet tease the corner of your eyes. Your heart thumps in your chest, tail unfurling from your knees and reaching out. Macaque meets it halfway and they curl around each other like ribbons.

"I love you," whispers the Six-Eared Macaque. Louder, he says it again, and you shiver when he says your name. "I love you, and if you'll have me, I'll be yours for eternity."

Your mouth feels dry, your body nearly numb with—what, shock? Excitement? Happiness? Exhaustion because you're feeling all the things? Probably.

But still, your heart swells at the confession and your hands slip from his to cradle his face and you say, "I love you too, Macaque."

Macaque grins, eyes shining wetly. His hands go to your cheeks, thumbs brushing under your eyes. His ears flap against your hands for a second, and then he whispers, "can I kiss you?"

Your heart nearly explodes. But you give nothing away as you utter a soft, "yes."

You're not quite sure what to expect when his lips meet yours. Fireworks, or maybe like a puzzle piece is shifting into place. You think you can safely say you feel neither, but you do feel both of your growing smiles, until you're pulling away to laugh and Macaque follows suit.

When your giggles die down, you pet the demon's ears again. "You wanna have dessert now?"

The black-furred monkey huffs, leaning into your touch. "In a minute," he murmurs, and then he's bringing you back to his lips.

❝ I like you—say it back .❞

#cain speaks #[ 🧨 ]#cain writes #[ 🩸 ]#lmk liu er mihou #lmk six eared macaque #six eared macaque x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x y/n #monkie kid #monkie kid x reader #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n

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bruciemilf · 10 months

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You're right, Miguel should be a girl dad. So I raise you this.

Miguel watching Gabriella's memories like usual and shedding a tear. A mop of short hair appears in his peripheral and a steady hand offers him a tissue.

He accepts it, thanking Lyla-

But the wrist doesn't have chic holographic-soft fur. It's black-clad lean muscle wrapped in sleek combat tape.

He sees Cass there with tissues, blankets and every other comfort item she could think of. (No, he doesn't have a heart attack. Yes, he did, Lyla would snicker.)

Cass did ballet instead of soccer, but she remembers the pure joy she felt everytime she saw Bruce in the crowd and dry-pressed the flowers of every bouquet he gave her.

She sees Miguel cheering for Gabriella's match, and she knows that this man, for all his flaws, was undeniably a good loving father.

She says as much to Miguel. He doesn't believe it, but he doesn't find himself denying it as vehemently as he usually would.

I know it in my heart the batkids and the spiderlings would still include Gabby in everything. They'd be so sweet about it.

Cass asks what her favorite practice song was so she can do her ballet routine to it. Dick sends memes to the group chat that no one laughs at, " Gabby would never do this to me" "She'd find this so funny you HAVE to do it" " You're lucky she's not here, she'd kick your ass"

Like. The emotions growing inside me at Bruce and Miles painting her together after Miguel confesses he's starting to forget her face? My heart. My SOUL.

#spiderverse x batfamily #bruce wayne #batfamily #miguel o'hara #cassandra cain #gabriella o’hara #atsv #text

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blorbocedes · 6 months

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Age difference marriage for your choice of hornstappen or nico/mika please!!!!!

When Mika proposes, it's with the latest 2010 Mercedes sportscar model. Nico jumps into his arms, and then immediately reaches for the key. It's better than any ring, he tells himself.

"Did you know I used to have posters of him on my wall when I was a boy?" Nico wiggles his brows to the strangers at the Ibiza party lounge. Nico knows why Mika wants to get married in the party capital with no one else in their distinguished motorsports circle around. He's embarrassed. 42 year old, second marriage, pretty young thing on his arm. It all screams midlife crisis.

Well, Nico doesn't need to make it easy for him.

"Mouse." Mika's voice is warning, hand on his shoulder. Nico immediately turns to Mika, smiling, and crawling on his lap.

"What, it's true," Nico toys with Mika's collar. Mika's blonde hair falls over his eyes, hiding the carefully botox'd crows feet when he frowns. "You remember."

Mika's hand rests on Nico's hip. "Don't be trouble." Nico grinds down on him.

The strangers now look away from their public display, embarrassed, and Nico takes it as a win.

A GP2 crash shattered Nico's motorsports dreams, and he kept his word to his father, did 3 years at Imperial, graduated with flying colours with an engineering internship at Williams waiting with his name on it. Nico opted to instead chase after rallying and endurance races, cheering for Mika and waiting for him. It wasn't even hard, after Nico decided his favourite Finn was his white whale. Slipping into the hotel sauna where they were alone, and not wearing much. Mika objected weakly, the flimsy excuse for his conscience, and gave in anyway.

Nico grew up like a little prince so it's hard to spoil him. Mika does, anyway. A short fling of a childhood infatuation turns into something akin to whirlwind romance, it's dangerous and fun and a little bit taboo, and Mika leaves his wife for him.

Nico knows his father would disapprove. Mika knows it too, even as Nico shows up beside him more often than not. But it's nice, Mika's a large, protective figure behind him and always has a sweet name for him: mouse, pigeon, pet, darling, something in Finnish Nico can't quite decipher.

When they're in bed together, Nico can think of how neither of them are going to F1. Yes, Mika's technically on 'sabbatical' but everyone knows. The slight swell of his gut gives it away, but it's okay Nico will be fit enough for both of them, breaking up his croissant so it's harder to notice he hasn't touched it and feeding Mika. He likes that Mika has that touch of vanity of him, that keeps dyeing his hair blonder and is susceptible to the Monaco lifestyle of keeping everything looking young, tight, tucked in procedurally. It makes Mika not the dashing hero from his childhood dreams, humanizes him. And when Mika calls Nico beautiful, it is both a fact and tinged with envy.

"Pigeon, we have to go to the F1 paddock this weekend." Mika tucks Nico's long lock of hair behind his ear.

"Why?" It's technically their honeymoon.

"Mercedes are trying to get Lewis. Hamilton-Schumacher lineup. Ron called me to convince him to stay."

Lewis... Lewis Hamilton, 2008 world champion. The wonder rookie. Nico knew him once upon a time, when they both promised they'd make it to Formula 1 together, childish promises of becoming World Champion. Only Lewis kept up his end of the bargain. The thought of seeing him again makes Nico feel funny, like he wants to hide away. Nico hasn't even gone to Monaco in years.

At the British Grand Prix, Mika Hakkinen enters the McLaren garage with relative fanfare of a Formula 1 World Champion. Nico stays out of the cameras, doesn't have to field any interviews -- people generally don't know him without his dad around. The smell of the rubber and engine fuels and screams of thousands of fans, it's all reminiscent of his childhood. Nico idly thumbs the car keychain in his pocket, waiting for Mika.

"Nico? No way, is that you, man?"

#mika/nico #so you fucked your childhood hero that your dad wouldn't approve of and now you're in a serious adult relationship in your early 20's #I looooooove complicated relationships #f1 rpf #my fics #mika's sugarbaby nico is my strongest headcanon

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing and I adore anything really you write, especially your villains! So once more, could you please write about a cunning villain. Like anything that just showcases your writing abt cunning villains:)) The one that people wouldn't want to meet or even look at for more than a second. Unhinged. Dangerous. Clever and all-smirks and grins?? And a hero unsettled by them..... I would really love that!! Thank you!!💗 Please take care of yourself always! PS: also, I've been fangirling over your TGK for so long now!! can't wait to get my hands on it soon<33

"What..." The hero swallowed, eyeing the holding cell through the one way glass. Watching the villain sitting inside the cell, examining the handcuff on their wrist like it was somehow entertaining. "How did you catch them?"

"We didn't. They just turned up, requested a meeting with you."

"Right." The hero felt a bit dizzy at that. "And the handcuffs?"

"They offered," the detective shuddered, "to put us at ease."

There was nothing ease-inducing about that. Putting the standard handcuff on the villain's wrist felt about as effective as putting a ribbon and a little bowtie around a dragon's neck and calling that a leash. If anything, the very offer was mocking. Poor baby detective. Would a handcuff make you feel better?

The hero shuddered too and the two of them exchanged a glance.

"I'd say you don't have to go in and talk to them..." the detective said.

The hero sighed. "But I do."

"Please. Thank you. Have mercy and get that monstrosity off my hands?" The detective tried for a smile, but it fell rather short.

None of them took their eyes off the villain for a second.

The hero wasn't sure they trusted themselves to come up with a suitable response, so they simply nodded and made their way into the holding cell.

"Ah." The villain smirked at the sight of them, eyes going bright. "My favourite hero."

"It's rude to play favourites."

"Would you rather be my least favourite?"

"No."

"Then turn the camera off, clear out the observatory and take a seat, gorgeous."

The hero swallowed. Their mouth went dry. "Is there are a point asking why you don't want any witnesses?"

"No. But if you're a fan of foreplay we could pretend you're not going to do as I ask for like ten minutes or so." The villain's head tilted. "I could say pretty please, if it pleases you."

The hero went and turned the camera off. It was better than watching the villain convincingly beg, and then spending all night desperately trying to think who they'd stolen the lines off. They returned with an unsettled knot in their stomach and took a seat, playing at casual.

"So. What's this about?"

"I thought it would be funny to finally kill you in the middle of a police precinct."

The hero resisted the urge to twitch. "No, you didn't."

The villain grinned at them. "No, I didn't. But kudos for not swooning on the spot. I'm told I'm very swoonworthy."

"...That's one word for it."

"So precious. So diplomatic."

"That's why I'm your favourite."

The villain laughed, shaking their head. The next time they looked at the hero, they had gone perfectly serious, all business. "I'm here on a courtesy call, more than anything else," the villain said. "That detective of yours has insulted me. Got me down as someone of interest in the Kingfisher case. As if I'd be involved in something so utterly plebeian."

"They stole £1.5 million."

"And their methods were crass and lacking flair." The villain's voice turned sweet. "Or perhaps you think I did it too? Maybe you think I just need the money that badly?"

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it. It wasn't worth debating. Duly noted that the villain already had far too much money if they were scoffing at the criminal methodology.

"Right..." the hero said, instead. "And you want me to, what, put in a good word for you with the department? Solve the case?"

"I want you to get your detective to give me a public, sincere apology. I don't really care if you solve the case or not, just stopping use my name in vain before I decide the whole thing is my problem. I assume," the villain leaned in across the table, "that you don't want me to make it my problem."

No. Given the way that the villain tended to handle their problems, it would not go down remotely well for the detective.

It struck the hero then, that the villain wasn't mocking them. For them. at least, this truly was a courtesy call. It wasn't like the villain was against making something like this their problem and dealing out their particular brand of justice as they saw fit. They'd done it before when other villains were stupid enough to tread into their territory. But the detective was the hero's people, and so...

"Thank you," the hero said. "I'll - um. I'll deal with it."

"I thought you might prefer that." The villain snapped the cuff like it was nothing and stood.

The hero bolted to their feet.

The villain raised their brow, amused. "Was there something else we needed to discuss, love?"

The hero hesitated, fingers curling on the edge of the table. "Is this really all you were here for?"

"You doubt me?" The villain's voice was a purr.

"No. Opposite of doubt. You're rarely playing a single game at a time."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Perhaps you'd like to search me before I go?" The villain spread their arms and took a step closer.

The hero managed to avoid taking a step back. Just. Their gaze raked over the villain - wondering if they were going to regret this. Probably. They stepped closer, face aflame as they began to pat the villain down. They weren't entirely sure what they were looking for but...

Several weapons, a detonator and a variety of other things ended up on the table. Along with...

"Did you just bug the entire precinct with your little robots while you were here?"

"I mean." The villain shrugged, entirely unabashed, eyes gleaming. "You did keep me waiting. I got bored."

"Maybe text me next time instead of unexpectedly turning up here."

"Give me your number then."

...The hero had not thought that through to the obvious and terrifying confusion.

The villain smirked at whatever look of utter panic they saw on the hero's face.

"It's okay if your brain has gone blank," they said, oh so kindly. They fished a pen off the table and snatched up the hero's wrist. "Here's mine."

The hero's hand twitched in the villain's hold, entirely too aware of everything they could do with skin-on-skin contact. A neat row of numbers with a little heart at the end soon emerged.

"Remember," the villain murmured, pressing their lips to the hero's ear. "Public apology. Today. Let's not have anything like this happen again, hm?"

It was only two year's later, on an entirely unrelated case, that the hero found proof that actually the villain had stole the £1.5 million all along. And the hero was the fool who had turned in another villain instead, neatly and oh so subtly framed.

They dropped their head into their hands and groaned.

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing #story #story snippet #writing snippet #short fiction #heroes #villains #creative writing

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xxsycamore · 2 months

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❝ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ❞

╰┈➤ What's so special about a leap day?

Napoleon Bonaparte/MC; Arthur Conan Doyle • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Fluff and Humor; Leap Day; Lovers' Quarrel; Engagement Proposal; Traditions • wordcount: 1,600 • masterlist

a/n: This fic was born out of the stupid idea "hey it would be so fun and unique to have a napo fic written and posted on a leap day", so here it is, a 5*/SSR rarity napo fic. It was supposed to be short and funny but I'm emotional now........

It's a particularly tranquil afternoon; a day like any other with nothing at all special about it - at least that's how it seems.

MC swings her legs back in forth in thought, seated on top of the kitchen counter as she listens to the ambience of Napoleon drying the pile of washed dishes for her. He insisted! He's sweet like that. But she'll be needing more help with the trouble inside her head, so she voices it out...

"Hey, Napoleon?"

"Hmm?"

"Shouldn't we be doing something more special today?"

"...?"

Napoleon settles down another glass and pauses before he can produce more of those squicky glass sounds.

"Am I forgetting something about today?"

"...Nothing much, it's just... today is February 29th!"

"..."

Napoleon takes another glass to wipe, after all.

He also snrks, which is worse than the squeaking noises, but doesn't dismiss the conversation altogether just yet.

"So you want to do something more special today because it's a leap day?"

"I was thinking, if we do anything outstanding today, it would be extra worth remembering because we'll only get to celebrate the anniversary of it every four years!"

"People born today would like to differ."

"Napoleon!"

"Okay Nunuche, I got you. So? Any ideas?"

"I was going to ask... what would you usually do back in the day on February 29th? Like when you were the emperor?"

...

"Haha!!"

"W-what so funny about it..."

"I like how colorful you imagine those days to be. I'm sorry to disappoint but it was just another day for me."

"Oh."

Noticing MC's frown, Napoleon drops his casual aura at once and instead adopts a very serious look on his face, pausing his activity as to emphasize what he says next.

"I see now. This day must hold some kind of importance for you - either because of the place you come from or the time you come from. I didn't mean to joke about it."

"Oh? No there's nothing like that, I just thought it was cool."

...

"Bhahaha!!! Hahahah!"

"Okay I'm really starting to get mad at you now!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just- you're the cutest."

"...Let's just get done with those dishes already so we can plan our day!"

***

"It's also called Bachelor's Day. I know about this legend from my parents and I made the mistake of sharing it with a pretty bird once, four years ago. Bad idea. Now I'll have to hide in the mansion all day."

Arthur throws a look at the outside world from behind the curtain, either in yearning for his precious social life, or perhaps in fear that he'll see a woman stalking him from there. Napoleon lets out a small cough because his curiosity is eating him up. Not about Arthur's inner turmoils but about that intriguing Irish legend he's talking about.

Arthur turns his attention back to the pair and his eyes light up in mischief. When he first spotted them making their way downstairs and gave them a casual greeting, he had no idea they'd ask him for ideas as to how to spend the day... Seems like things can still get interesting.

"So, about that. You might want to listen carefully, MC."

MC's eyes dart to Napoleon for a second, and they're marked with confusion just like hers. She nods and lets Arthur talk.

"According to the legend, St. Brigid struck a deal with St. Patrick to balance the roles of men and women and gave the latter a day to propose to their partner instead of the other way around. Meaning that you get to propose to Napoleon today."

Eyes widening in shock, MC takes a step back as she waves her hands in the air in refusal.

"Wait, what?? I-I'm- I'm not doing that! It's so sudden and this is supposed to be a special moment and-"

"I thought you find the day quite special, Nunuche."

"Could it be... that you don't want to propose to Naps? Tsk, I didn't expect that, MC."

"No- NO! You're both getting it wrong!"

Switching between looking at Napoleon and Arthur and then at Napoleon again, MC hates to see the sadness in her lover's jade gaze, not able to tell if he's faking it or not. If it was the other way around- maybe she too would get upset, even if it all started as a joke, even then-

"Aww, but you two lovebirds haven't heard the rest of it yet! Napoleon has every right to refuse even if you, MC, actually decide to propose to him. But if he does so, he'll have to buy you twelve pairs of gloves. So you can cover your embarrassingly ring-less hands for the duration of the year."

"Twelve??!!"

This time it's Napoleon's turn to exclaim in disbelief.

Which in turn makes MC gasp.

"What are you sounding so scared for?? Are you planning to refuse my proposal? Napoleon? Napoleon???"

"...And you see, that's why I have to hide in here today. Ever since the word spread among my circles, I've been buried in engagement proposals. The little vixens are surely after the gloves, they know me better than to expect a positive answer!"

Arthur muses mostly to himself, rubbing the tip of his shoe in the carpet. The couple is way too focused on their little lovers' quarrel to pay him attention, and he's neither too amused in spicing up their love life, nor too worried about them. They'll figure it out for sure.

"Alright then, back to writing it is. It's an awful day to hole up inside, you two go ahead and use it to its best extent. Don't worry about me."

***

Arthur was right. In fact, making up after that quarrel doesn't even happen, because it isn't even necessary. Or so it seems.

The rest of the available residents have no interesting ideas for Napoleon and MC, as some of them are straight-up perplexed as to why it even matters. Luckily for MC, Napoleon takes all the credit for the strange idea, receiving the weird looks as a result. Some others, however, like Vincent and Sebastian, are supportive and even try to come up with something, like trying a new hobby or doing an activity they've been putting off.

In the end, the day rolls to its end with no great adventures to remember, but not without fun either. Basking in the afternoon light of day longer than the previous, MC and Napoleon take a seat on the mansion's rooftop to watch the sunset. They're both a little too quiet.

Napoleon begins first.

"You have all the right to be mad at me... but... I gotta say it again. I'd never refuse any proposal from you. A proper one, a spontaneous one - well-prepared or clumsy, on a regular day or on a special one. It's you who matters, it's because it's you that I don't care for anything else in the world. I want to be- no, I already am yours, Nunuche."

MC looks at Napoleon with wide eyes, taking in every word. Her lower lip begins to tremble as if she's about to cry, and she turns away from Napoleon.

"Nunuche? Are you alright-"

It's in the very last second that Napoleon notices she's actually reaching inside her pocket, and suddenly in front of him is-

"Stop trying to get ahead of me, didn't you listen to how the legend goes? Ahem... Napoleon, will you be mine?"

It's a... paper ring. Pieced together as if in a rush, Napoleon's mind is quickly getting occupied with the question of how she managed to do this in the short period of time they weren't together today - they were basically stuck together like glue. But that's just part of the reason why he's so speechless right now.

"I would have done this way sooner but I just had no idea what to make a ring out of! See, that's why I had such a problem with that tradition! Ugh, if only bottles in this age came with the little plastic ring-"

"Whatever that means."

"Napoleon-"

Before he can say anything stupid again, Napoleon dedicates to making it as proper as he can, breathing in and taking hold of MC's hand, bringing it over his heart. It's something he's already done before, and he already gets why MC is so mad about the lack of preparation.

"I'll be repeating myself here but... I'm already yours."

The hand placed on Napoleon's chest trembles a little as it clings to the fabric, and soon MC turns it into an embrace, burying her face into his shoulder. Napoleon can hear her sobbing, and tries to make her smile, even if the tears are for sure ones of happiness.

"I'm sorry but, no new gloves for you."

It works, of course it does. She wouldn't be proposing to him if such stupid jokes weren't doing it for her - in fact, she's probably prepared to hear them for the rest of her life.

"By the way, you have the chance to do the funniest thing and propose to Arthur."

And it works again.

"Wouldn't you be jealous though?"

"...Yes, I would be."

MC rests her head on Napoleon's shoulder as they watch the scenery; even if she's actually watching the paper ring standing proudly on Napoleon's finger, from the corner of her vision. They're back to being silent, but the serene calmness in the air is evident this time. MC is the first to break it.

"...It's a sunset like any other."

"I can't wait to see it again with you in four years."

a/n: Arthur's parents have an Irish background so I imagined that's how he knows about the tradition! It was fun researching this when trying to think of a plot for the fic...

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