#Napoleon x black!oc

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Queenie’s Beehive

Happy Black History Month my Loves!!! Who do yall think this story is based off of?

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Warnings 18+: Seducting Behavior/Dancing.

Pairings: Napoleon Solo x Queenie Covington(Black!OC)

Description: When Solo & Illya’s Leads point them in the direction of a club, Solo turns on his charm to get a word with the infamous Queenie Covington

Word Count: 4.1K

Song: Virgo’s Groove by Beyoncé , It’s A Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World by James Brown

Side Note(s): I changed the time to accommodate the story. I do not own or take credit for any of Beyoncé’s or James’ song ✨ Credit will always be theirs and theirs only 😊

The Beehive

Sacramento, California

February 5th, 1978

19:42 🐝

Napoleon looked down at the small brown business card. On the front in plain honey colored words were the address of the establishment. On the back was a beehive. That was it. Very minimalistic and straight to the point.

‘Interesting marketing strategy.’ Napoleon said as he passed the card over to his partner, Illya.

Illya took a moment to take in the small yet fine work of art. ‘Hmm.’ Before he handed it back.

Once their cab slowly came to a stop by the curb, the two gentlemen thanked their driver and stepped out of the car.

They were immediately met with a beautiful yellow LED lamp screwed into the building; showing across their skeptical glances. The lights were shaped into that of a beehive with tiny twinkling yellow lights, resembling bumble bees.

Beyond those doors, beneath that heavenly designed neon lamp lay the disco highlife of the century.

Awaited by the door were two Gods amongst men. So tall they could touch the roof if they wanted, and muscles that could break bones. To the left and right of them were two separate lines, damn near wrapped around the building that were guarded by red rope.

Illya began to worry.

‘We’ll never get inside.’ He said plainly.

‘Do you not have faith my friend?’ At the flick of his wrist and a twitch of his fingers, the tiny invitation appeared in Napoleon’s fingertips.

‘More magic?’

‘Someone’s gotta like it.’ He smirked and leaned in, ‘Here’s the plan. We go inside, we split up, we listen. Try not to look suspicious please.’

‘Suspicious?’ Illya scoffed, ‘The only person here suspicious here, is you cowboy.’ Pointing at his partner.

Napoleon made a face and looked down at his fit. He was in a plain gray suit with a matching waistcoat, and a white crispy dress shirt and black dress shoes; his usual attire.

‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

Illya on the other hand, sort of fit the bill. With a brown leather jacket with a turtleneck beneath, dark colored slacks and brown dress shoes to match. Oh, and his signature gray beret sat atop his blonde head.

‘You look like you’ve come to work and not to have fun.’ He rolled his eyes at his unwarranted pun.

‘In all technicality—‘

‘Yes, I know now can we go inside please?’

‘Perhaps. Do you remember your alias?’

Illya rolled his eyes as he head fell back, ‘Yes. I am a migrant here for work. You are a Wall Street journalist looking to have a conversation with the legendary Queen of Disco.’

He had a little bitterness in his voice. Napoleon caught on to that fairly quickly.

‘If you’d like, we can always trade places?’

Illya made a face, ‘Trade places? I am afraid that wouldn’t work.’

‘And why not?’

‘Because…’ Illya stuck his hands in his pockets and turned away. ‘you’re too small.’

A scowl curled up on Napoleon’s face at the insult, wanted so dearly to call him a bunch of curse words but he just cleared his throat and followed his partner towards the bouncers.

Once the men stood in front of the bouncer, Napoleon handed him the card.

The bouncer eyed the card closely, turning it back to front then pulled out a skinny pen like contraption. He clicked it on and a purple light shined down on the brown sheet. Revealing a bumble bee and a +1.

His big brown eyes flickered up from the card to Napoleon then over at Illya which he sized skeptically.

‘Who’s this.’

‘Oh? This is a friend of mine. He’s never been to an American club.’

‘Is that right?’ The bouncer said as he clicked off his pen and tucked it in his breast pocket. ‘Well, this is the perfect place to pop that cherry. Enjoy fellas.’

Napoleon carefully took the card and placed it inside of his breast pocket, ‘Thank you.’ And both of the men walked into the club.

As the men walked in, they were blinded by the bright twinkling lights of the many disco balls that hang on the ceiling along with over a dozen strobe lights dancing across the club.

The place was bustling and busy like nothing they’ve ever seen!

Like a Beehive!

Napoleon gently bobbed his head to the music as his crazed blue eyes danced amongst the floor, watching as gorgeous women of all colors and sizes grind and move their hips upon the dance floor.

It appeared that this mission was the least of his worries but, who he was going to be sneaking out of here with. That was until Illya landed a smack against his chest, knocking him out of whatever silly daze he was entrapped in.

‘Ow!’

‘Stay focus, cowboy. We’ve come to do a job.’

‘Yeah but who said we couldn’t have fun?’

‘Not you. You get carried away. Try not to blow our cover.’ Illya added before walking away in his stern manner.

Napoleon rolled his eyes and reached in his pocket to activate his voice recorder. Then he made his way across the bar which wasn’t far from the entrance.

As he walked over to the bar, he gazed at the dancing patrons, greeting everyone who’d passed to see if he could spot this special lady.

When he stopped at the bar, he took notice of the bartender. A woman, standing at great height. Must’ve been those thigh high platform boots. She had her back turned, cleaning out some glasses. This way he could admire her as she did so.

She had a big, beautiful Afro and wore this leather black and yellow striped short dress that hugged and defined her curves. Maybe this was her?

He cleared his throat loudly, ‘Excuse me bartender!’

The woman looked over her shoulder halfway in a startle, before quickly placing the glass and rag down. She spun around to greet him, her Afro bouncing with each movement. She wore big golden hoop earrings that twinkled and shined everytime the lights danced in her direction.

She flashed him this darling smile, with eyes brown as chocolate yet so bright with happiness and warmth. She was to die for!

‘What can I get for ya’ suga?’

Napoleon’s lips parted to speak but he all of a sudden felt shy. Truly unlike him. A burning heat rose to his cheeks, ‘Hi uh—‘ he looked at her chest which revealed her cleavage but her name tag rescued him from staring. ‘Flo… can I have scotch on the rocks please?’

‘You got it baby. Any particular kind?’

He stared up at the gorgeous brown skinned woman, almost disregarding the question— he cleared his throat and blinked hard once he realized he was staring again.

‘No— no,’ he chuckled, ‘Nothing in particular. How about you surprise me.’ He raised a brow, his own warming smile curling on his lips.

The two stared into one another’s eyes before a giggle left her lips, her dimples puncturing into her cheeks much deeper than before. ‘Alright na. You asked for it.’ She pushed off of the counter and started on his drink.

Napoleon smiled softly before he spun around halfway in his stool and began to gaze across the crowd. After a short moment, he spotted his partner standing off by the stage. Illya gave him a gentle nod of his head before Napoleon returned it in acknowledgment.

‘Here’s your drink, sugar.’

He quickly turned around and met the woman with another smile, ‘Thank you. How much do I owe ya?’

‘Nothin. It’s on the house.’

He raised a brow, ‘Is that so?’ That caught him by surprise really. He had been drugged in all different forms before, so taking a free drink always made him skeptical. ‘Am I like your 100th customer?’

‘No. I ain’t ever seen you here before, I wanted to welcome you here. People who wait outside those doors seldom get inside; just having a little shred of hope to even spend a second inside of this place.’

‘Hmm. Must be quite the place.’

‘You don’t think so?’ Flo asked, placing her hands on her hips.

‘Oh! Of course I think so. The women here are stunning.’ He gave her a quick size before straightening up, ‘Look. I refuse to drink this by myself. Lemme at least buy you one too?’

‘And drink on the job?’

‘I’m afraid so.’

A smirk was plastered on Flo’s face as she internally battled with herself.

‘Tik tok, love. I could practically hear the ice cracking.’ He teased, tapping the face of his watch with his index.

Flo inhaled deeply and rolled her eyes, ‘Alright, fine.’ Her southern draw had slightly peaked through, ‘Only cause you’re cute though.’

Napoleon smirked as she turned around where his smirk quickly faltered and he looked over his shoulder once again.

Once she was finished making her drink, she turned to face him and placed her glass down. ‘Alright—‘

‘Oh! One more thing sweetheart, could you pass me a straw?’

‘A straw?’ She raised a brow. ‘You don’t look like the kind of man that drinks his whiskey through a straw.’

‘Well there’s a lot you must learn about me baby.’

‘Alright then. Ask and you shall receive.’

While she was fulfilling her end of this bargain, Napoleon swiftly swapped their glasses before she could turn back around.

‘Here’s your straw. What should we toast to?’ She asked as she lifted up her glass.

‘Actually, I don’t need the straw… I just like to watch you work.’ He smirked as he wrapped her large hand around the glass that just seemed so miniscule in his palm.

Flo giggled rolling her eyes, ‘You flirt with all your bartenders like this?’

‘Oh dear no! I’m a one bartender kind of man. Actually, let’s toast to that. You being the most spectacular and gorgeous bartender that’s ever graced my presence.’

‘I can get down with that sugar.’ The woman winked as the both of them carefully clicked their glasses together.

Napoleon brought his drink to his lips slowly, watching Flo take a big swig out of hers before placing it down on the counter. No side effects hit her immediately… but perhaps they shall later.

As Napoleon embraced the welcoming warmth of his drink, he placed his glass down on the paper towel that she’d handled him. The space between them grew quiet for a second before he looked up at her. ‘What can you tell me about the person who owns this club?’

‘Who? Queenie? Why you wanna know?’

‘I’m a Wall Street Journalist. I’m looking to write an article about her success!’

Flo looked down at her watch and turned around to grab a rag and clean off her countertop. ‘Well, ion know if you can tell but… Queenie got her work cut out for her that’s for sho.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, her husband—‘

There it was. Exactly what he needed to further investigate.

‘Bought this place for her to solidify their marriage. I’ve been her friend for quite some time and never have I ever thought she would marry that grade A dickhead.’ Flo rolled her eyes.

‘Oh dear. What’s he like? How does he treat her?’

‘He worships the ground she walks on. But it often appears she couldn’t give less than a rats ass about him.’

‘Do you know how they met?’

‘She was singing in some lounge in Texas. That’s where we’re from.’

Napoleon was taking in all these minor details about this woman. He knew she would tell him everything he wanted to know… all she needed was a little motivation.

‘Right. And do you know what her husband does for work?’ He lacked the knowledge of that field, which was why he and Illya were here in the first place.

‘He owns a couple businesses as far as I know… i thought we were talking ‘bout Queenie though?’

Napoleon paused, ‘We are!’ He cleared his throat before taking a sip. He took notice of how she kept looking down at her watch, ‘Y’know the more you look at that thing—‘

‘“The slower time goes.” I know. But since you’re new here… it’s Friday Night.’ Her eyes glanced up at him.

‘Something special about Friday nights?’

Flo looked down at her watch one more time before a huge grin graced her face once more, ‘In fact… they are very special.’

Napoleon’s thick brows tugged into one as his face was written in incomprehensible confusion. Then, every light in the vicinity of the club shut off without warning. A few short squeals floated across the room in dismay.

Startled, Napoleon stood to his feet as he went into panic mode, afraid that he and Illya had been bested. His bright blue eyes fought desperately to adjust in the darkness. But in seconds, a sweet and groovy melody filled the air.

‘Baby, come overrrr.

Baby, come overrrr.

Baby, come over. Come be alone with me tonight.

Beehiiiive!!!’

A woman sang lewdly over the sound of the speakers.

‘Don’t be scared babies. Queen Bee won’t hurt you.’

Napoleon’s eyes had finally adjusted somewhat but he had yet to find Illya.

A big yellow spotlight shined on the stage revealing a band to the left and 3 back up singers who harmonized angelically. Three women with big poofy Afros donned with fresh flowers. They wore something similar to what Flo wore just instead of short dresses, they were flared pants; covered in black and yellow rhinestones.

They shined like stars on that stage.

Napoleon finally spotted Illya who hadn’t even left the spot.

‘All these emotions. It’s washing over me tonight.’

Once the room gained its groove back, Napoleon looked back to see that Flo had disappeared from her post.

He raised his brow in suspicion before he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Illya.

‘I saw you flirting with the bartender.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I was gathering intel.’

‘And?’

‘She knows just as much as we do.’ Napoleon sighed as they both turned to look at the charade.

That was until this huge disco ball began to slowly descend from the ceiling.

The two men's lips parted in disbelief.

Eventually, she was revealed standing on top of this gigantic ball. She had this beautiful smile plastered on her face as she greeted the crowd with alluring harmonizing.

She almost sounded like a siren; gracing the masses with her deathly hymns.

But when he saw her face, there was no way she could be something so sinister and evil. She was… ethereal. An angel in disguise of a woman who could snatch the soul from any man who dared looked in her direction.

Napoleon was stunned.

‘How are we doing tonight my worker bees?’ She grinned as the crowd beneath her cheered with blissful enthusiasm. ‘Yeeeeah!’ She laughed happily as she continued to scan the crowd.

‘That must be—‘

‘Queenie Covington.’ Napoleon felt like he couldn’t breathe. This was fan behavior! She was not what he’d imagined her to be.

Both of the men watched the woman carefully descend from the ball with the help of her security guards. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back like sacred waterfalls. She wore a bedazzled tank top, matching bedazzled light denim shorts and high metallic silver fringed boots.

She shined brighter than any star they’d ever seen.

Baby come over, come be alone with me tonight.

All these emotions,

It’s rushing over me tonight— AH!

Ride it!

‘What is the plan now, cowboy?’ Illya asked.

‘What plan?’ Napoleon retorted.

‘You don’t have a plan.’

‘You think I knew she was doing an open mic tonight?!’ Napoleon huffed as his pink nose flared with aggravation, ‘We’ll figure it out.’

As Queenie began to croon over that melody once again, the flashing lights glowed into this magnificent yellow hue causing her glow light gold. Her eyes were closed as she allowed the music to embrace and be one with her soul. And when her hazel eyes fluttered back open, her eyes cut across the room towards the two men at the bar who seemed to be bickering at one another. Though, that didn’t take her out of her sensual groove.

‘Look after her performance, she may come to the bar to have a drink.’

‘And if she doesn’t?’

Napoleon inhaled deeply, holding it there as he tried to think of something. ‘Then we’ll do what we always do.’

Illya knew that specific plan and a lot of the time it involved them both getting damn near getting caught.

‘Oh no. Not this again.’

‘Not this again? What choice do we have? She’s the only lead that we have on him. We must exhaust all options.’

‘Sure. Whatever.’

Baby you can hit this, don’t be scared.

(Baby you can hit this, don’t be scared.)

It’s only gonna get you high!

Baby come over.

The boys watched in amazement as the woman swayed and rocked her hips as her own hands made love to her own thighs, belly and breasts.

Queenie cut her eyes back at the two gentlemen back at the bar once again; particularly the one in the suit. He surely stuck out like a sore thumb. And most of her folks here were regulars.

That star struck glare in his eyes was also very telling. She always did enjoy seeing men gawk over her. So with a smile and a wink, she began to moan her lyrics.

Don’t you leave. (me)

Don’t you leave.

So use me. (Use me)

Pursue me. (Pursue me)

Kiss me where you bruise me. (Bruise me)

Oooh weee—

Taste me, the fleshy part.

I scream so loud, I curse the stars!!!

Napoleon gulped hard, reaching in the collar of his dress shirt and tugged at it as he felt his temperature rising.

Illya glanced over at Napoleon and smirked as he took in this canon moment. ‘Has Casanova finally met his match?’

Without taking his eyes off of her, Napoleon groaned, ‘Shut up.’

As she adlibed and add those heavenly high and lows, the song had come to a beautiful close.

‘Thank you.’ She grinned happily as the audience blessed her with a healthy applause .

‘Thank you so much everyone for coming. Being able to perform in front of an energetic crowd is always a true blessing. Please, enjoy the rest of your night sugars and stay groovy.’

They gave her one more applause as she brought her hands together in prayer and bowed in their wake. She then swiftly turned around to speak to her back up singers.

Napoleon narrowed his eyes, taking note of the smiling group of women. It was nice to know that she and those that worked with and/or for her got along fairly well. Then, she excused herself and went backstage.

‘Did you enjoy the performance?’

The two gentlemen jumped at the sudden voice, one that was familiar to Napoleon alone. They turned around to see Flo standing there with a knowing smirk on her full lips.

‘Where did you go?’ Napoleon’s head fell to the side.

‘Oh. I help engineer those pretty lights and what have you. Just some techy junk.’ She smirked and glanced over at Illya. ‘Who’s your friend here?’

Well, the story seems to check out. Though, he didn’t know why she needed to be so suspenseful.

‘This is uh—‘

‘Alex—‘ Illya looked over at Napoleon before looking back ahead at the bartender. ‘My name is Alexsander.’

Napoleon looked back at Flo who gave them both a strange glare. ‘Alright, Alex…sander. Could I get you a drink, sweet baby?’

‘No ma’am. I’m actually here for work.’

‘Well I think we may have something open for security… you sure do fit the bill though.’ A smirk curled on her lips as her head fell to the side. She was checking Illya out.

Napoleon raised a brow with a smirk as the two began to converse with one another. It was about time Illya blew off some kind of steam.

‘Flo, hey.’

Napoleon watched her walk up to the bar and pull herself onto the empty seat beside him. Thee Queenie Covington. Their whole mission, sitting not even a whole foot away from him.

“You are not to sleep with Mrs. Covington under any circumstances, Solo.”

Well it was a good thing he didn’t make promises.

‘Give me the usual.’ She added.

When Flo’s and Illya’s conversation came to a close, he and Napoleon leaned into one another.

‘Just start casual conversation. Perhaps she’ll give us everything we need.’

‘Not to worry.’ He pulled away and turned halfway in his seat, ‘Excuse me, Miss. Queenie I am sorry for the intrusion but—‘

‘No autographs right now sugar.’ She said in a hurry as Flo placed her wine glass in front of her.

This is a man’s world! This is a man’s world!

‘I’m sorry Miss. Queenie I’m not here for an autograph. My name is Napoleon and I’m with the Wall Street Journal. I’d like to honor you in our newspaper.’

She had brought her wine up to her full lips and took a long sip. ‘Mmm! Napoleon? Like the little French dude? You don’t strike me as a “Napoleon”.’

‘What do I strike you as then?’

But it wouldn’t be nothing, nothing — without a woman or a girl.

‘Hmm…’ her head fell to the side as her pretty eyes roamed all over his handsome features.

She breathed him in and my what a breath of fresh air he was. The colors and the lights that danced across his face only seem to enhance the shadows and curvature of his jaw, making his face appear more masculine. Then, every once in a while a yellow light would flash over his eyes, causing them to glow like high beams.

‘I don’t know… maybe a “Henry” or a “David”. Definitely not a short little man with a God complex.’ She giggled, her full lips pulled back to reveal that dazzling smile once more.

He chuckled as his head fell in slight embarrassment. He should’ve changed his damn name.

‘You know I’ve heard that before.’

‘I bet you have.’ Queenie smirked as she took another sip from her glass, ‘So, what is it that I need from me, Napoleon?’

‘I just want to ask you a few questions if you have time?’

‘Yeah, I sup—‘

‘Mrs. Covington?!’ A tall lean male came rushing over to the bar, carefully pushing folks out of the way.

Goddammit.

Queenie rolled her eyes and turned around to meet the gentleman’s gaze, ‘Oh dear, what is it now? I’m in the middle of something!’

‘Yes but it’s your husband ma’am.’

‘Oh? Is the fool finally dying? I’m having a meeting.’

Napoleon took notice of how her mood quickly shifted from something light and fun to something else when her husband was brought up.

Her attitude was so fierce and sharp, you could see how it cut and tore through the gentleman’s ego. Napoleon found himself smirking a little.

‘It’s… it’s important ma’am. He demands your presence.’

She stared up at him for a long moment before letting out a deep breath through her nose and shook her head. ‘Fine. Please just— give me a second to finish my drink.’

The male in all black bowed his head and took a step back to give the woman privacy.

‘Mrs. Covington…’

‘Dear heavens, Mr. Napoleon I am so very sorry. You’ve come all this way to meet me and I have to leave.’ She sighed once again before knocking back the rest of her wine. She was gonna need it dealing with that god forsaken man.

As frustrated as Napoleon was, he couldn’t step out of character so he just gave her a gentle smile.

‘No need to apologize, Mrs. Covington. Perhaps another day? Are you free tomorrow afternoon?’

‘I should be. Maybe we can have brunch. Since this is my screw up, on me.’

‘Nooo, no ma’am. I won’t have it, it’s just a minor inconvenience—‘

‘Are you telling me no?’

The woman stared at him with eyes that searched his soul. Digging in every nook and cranny to figure out who he was.

And to her surprise, he didn’t buckle or break. He wasn’t like most men it appeared. His gaze remained on hers.

‘I’m telling you not to treat me. I don’t think it’s fair.’

‘Hmm.’ She hummed softly as she smirked and stood from her seat. ‘Alright. Meet me here tomorrow at 11:45am. Don’t be late.’

‘You lack faith in me Mrs. Covington.’

Queenie raised her brow and began to walk away, her slightly swaying hips making a statement. Then she paused and turned halfway to meet his gaze once again.

‘Oh and Sugar?’ She called out over the swelling of the music.

But it wouldn’t be nothing— nothing!! Without a woman or a girl.

He blinked and lifted his chin in response to her voice.

‘Call me Queenie.’

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sweet Desserts and Sweeter Kisses

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie and Leon entertain Gaby and Illya.

Warnings: p-in-v sex, creampie, fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

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Cover Art by me

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“Leon! It’s been six months. You are now legally obligated to introduce me to your friends.” Bobbie moves around the kitchen, checking on various dishes on the stove and in the oven.

“Gaby is beside herself to meet you,” Leon acknowledges from his post, leaning in the doorway to the quaint kitchenette.

“Well, see? Gaby is excited, so why aren’t you?” She challenges, pulling out a baking dish from the oven and setting it on the counter.

“It’s not Gaby that I’m worried about. She’s a sweetheart once you get past the tough exterior. But Illya? Tough is all he knows. I can’t exactly blame him,” he says, looking over to where Bobbie picked her head up and looked at him for more information. “And I can’t exactly tell you why that is. Sorry, love.”

“Right, right. Need-to-know basis. But not to worry; I’ve got a secret weapon for Illya. I made a dish specifically for him. And if I know anything, it’s the way to a man’s heart, and that is through his stomach. So, even though this is nerve-wracking as all get out, I think he’s going to at least tolerate it,” she huffs, balling up a dishtowel before tossing it on the counter.

Napoleon walks up behind Bobbie and wraps his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pulls her into him. “You know, I am so proud of you for putting all this together for my friends. You’ve done so much to make everything perfect, and I think you deserve a little treat of your own.”

“What are you-” Bobbie starts, only to be cut off by the shock of Napoleon’s hand smoothing down her sweater-covered breast and further down over her corduroy knee-length skirt. When it disappears under the fabric, she squirms. “Leon, they’re gonna be here any minute!”

“Well then, I’d better make this fast,” he whispers. Walking backward, Napoleon rests his hips against the counter behind him. Holding Bobbie against himself with one hand across her middle and one in her panties, he continues toying with her swelling clit until her legs buckle. “There she is, so close already.”

“Leon…please,” she trails off, her wringing hands at her sides. She knows if she reaches for his hand, he will stop. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up into his face and witnesses how much he truly enjoys having this power over her. That doesn’t stop her from pleading with her big brown eyes.

“Oh, you know exactly what that look does to me,” he growls, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. His hand that was around her middle comes up to cradle her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stands on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Napoleon turns them around to face the counter, pulling Bobbie’s skirt up and her panties down. “That kiss of yours is going to be the death of me.”

He has his pants unzipped, his cock pulled out, and inside of her in record time. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not that it mattered. His main goal is to get her off so her mind clears. He moves his hips back before slamming them back in, and she is already putty in his hands.

Within minutes, he has Bobbie on the brink of her orgasm. He’s holding her there, his hands on her hips, as he maintains a punishing pace. With every thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge, only to catch her before she can fall. Only when he’s ready will he allow her to come crashing down.

Judging by the footfalls and the sound of the front door of the apartment building closing, he doesn’t have much time. Luckily, he knows how to play her body. His right hand finds her puffy clit while his left hand migrates to her throat. 

Whispering into her ear, “Come for me, pretty girl. Let go and show me you can follow directions like I know you can.”

As if by a magical spell, her walls clamped down around him. He had every intention of fucking her through her orgasm; he really did. But the grip her pussy had on his cock was enough to send him right over the horizon with her. His hips are still as he empties inside her, all while still managing to hold up both of their bodies.

Extricating himself from her hold, Napoleon squats down to pull Bobbie’s underwear back up her legs and rights her skirt again before fixing his clothing.

“I am going to be thinking about my cum leaking out of you all night long,” he sighs, kissing her forehead when she turns around to face him.

Just as she opens her mouth, three sharp knocks sound on the door to her apartment. They fuss over each other for a moment, making sure it doesn’t look like they were just having sex. Once done, they go to the door to greet their guests.

Bobbie swings the door open, greeting the couple in her apartment. “Gaby, Illya. I’m Roberta, but you can call me Bobbie. So nice to finally meet you. I was starting to believe you might be a figment of Leon’s imagination.” She takes their coats, and Napoleon gets drinks ready for them.

“I hope Leon’s imagination flattered me, at least,” Gaby laughs, sipping her dirty martini and winking at Napoleon.

“I only told her the good stuff,” Napoleon replies, bringing a Sazerac to Bobbie and a Manhattan for Illya.

Illya nods to Napoleon, smiles at Bobbie, and remains silent.

Bobbie ushers everyone to the dining table before she starts to bring out dish after dish of foods that are almost too beautiful to eat. Leaving dessert as a surprise, she comes back to the table, and everyone starts to serve themselves. As the first bites are taken, compliments are given to the chef.

“Bobbie, this is delectable,” Gaby hums, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Darling, you have outdone yourself,” Napoleon praises.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you like everything. I’ll be honest, I was nervous that I was going to burn something or undercook something. I was a wreck,” Bobbie giggles, looking over the faces of her boyfriend and her guests. “Eat up; I have a treat for dessert, and I hope you all like it.”

Illya eats in relative silence, not one emotion gracing his face. Bobbie has been secretly staring at him for most of dinner. When the meal is complete, Gaby volunteers to clear the plates away, and the women retreat to the kitchen. While they are out of earshot, Napoleon turns on the record player, and the smooth sounds of Peggy Lee’s Fever fill the air. 

“Peril, what game are you playing at?” Napoleon cuts to the chase, motioning for Illya to sit on the couch with him.

“It’s been a long time since I had dinner with a civilian. My social skills may not be the best. If I don’t say anything, I won’t accidentally-”

“Have a good time?” Napoleon supplies, cutting off Illya.

Illya rolls his eyes. “I’m not afraid to have a good time. I'm worried about getting close to new people. I don’t know how to be a civilian. I’m an agent,” he says, crossing his arms.

“She’s not going to say anything, so I will. You’re on the verge of being rude. So, do yourself a favor and speak to my lovely before she thinks you don’t like her; that’s if she doesn’t already think that,” Napoleon huffs, tilting his head at Illya.

The girls come out of the kitchen with dessert already plated with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. Gaby places two plates on the coffee table while Bobbie serves Napoleon and Illya. Noticing the look of surprise on Illya’s face, Bobbie thinks the worst.

“Is there something wrong?” she supposes.

“Not at all. I haven’t had sharlotka since I was a little boy. My mother used to let me help make it for special occasions,” he marvels, taking a bite and closing his eyes before nodding and saying, “This is perfect. So was dinner. I apologize for my earlier silence; please don’t think I am dissatisfied with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I figured you would be the hard sell. Luckily, I had the idea for the sharlotka and knew if anything, you’d at least be impressed by me,” Bobbie jokes, taking a bite of the dish. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding. That is going in the recipe book, for sure.”

“I’ll have to get that recipe from you. I think you’ve made Illya’s new favorite,” Gaby chuckles, smiling at her husband when a blush creeps up on his face.

When dessert is done, the couples talk for a while over coffee before Illya notices Gaby nuzzling into his side and suggests that they end the night’s fun. By this time, Napoleon is already a pillow for Bobbie as she leans into him from her spot on the couch.

Napoleon picks up Bobbie’s head from his lap, depositing it on the couch after he gets up, not wanting to wake her up just yet. He walks Gaby and Illya to the door, saying goodbye on behalf of himself and Bobbie and promising to tell her that they enjoyed themselves.

Closing the door behind them, he walks over to the couch, where a tired Bobbie is now hanging halfway off the couch. He knows today was a struggle for her; planning an entire dinner and entertaining is no short order. He is so proud of her, not just for today but in general. He thinks the world of her, and nothing could change his mind.

Picking up her limp body from the couch, he takes her into the bedroom and lays her down. He removes her shoes and his own before climbing into bed next to her. He laughs when she cuddles into him and wraps an arm and leg around him possessively. He plants a kiss on her forehead and is met with a mumble from Bobbie.

“What was that, little one?” He presses, cradling her sleepy face in his hand, unsure of what he heard.

“I said I love you, Leon,” she confesses, ducking her head and looking up at him.

Napoleon breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss Bobbie, only to stop at the last second before their lips touch. Looking into her eyes, he says, “I love you too, Bobbie.”

Bobbie melts in his arms. She knows how Napoleon dotes on her and spoils her. But this love confession of his means the world to her. She also knows that she has loved him for some time now, but the timing was never right to tell him. 

Until tonight, this moment could not happen. Napoleon knew that if she didn’t get along with his fellow agents, it would be quite tricky. But watching her win over Gaby so easily and Illya so charmingly cements in his mind that she is worth every ounce of his love.

Of course, if you ask him, he’s loved her since their first kiss. If he’s honest with himself, he still feels butterflies when her lips touch his.

Chapter 5 (TBD)

A/N: This story is far from over. OMG, I missed my babies so much.

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[theodaione-incorrect-quotes]

Lucia Moriarty: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

Vincent & Francis Phantomhive: You’re doing great, sweetie.

#rule of neutrality #harry potter #harry potter oc #lucia moriarty #vincent phantomhive #francis midford #but she's not married yet #harry potter x black butler #moriarty is technically the 'napoleon of crime'

[roleplayfinder]

I am over the age of 18. I am seeking other roleplay that are over 18 year old as well.

MxM roleplay. No feminine clothing or features. No furry

oc and characters will be over 18 years old.

No group roleplay or group chat.

The character listed below i can roleplay as.

Tear of the kingdom

Link

Tauro

Metal gear Solid

Solid Snake

7sin

Bann

Final fantasy

Tidus

Cloud Strife

Zack fair

Spy x Family

Loid Forger

Full metal Alchemist

Roy Mustang

Aot

Eren yeager season 4 appearance

Reiner Braun

Demon Slayer

Uzui Tengen

Jujutsu kaisen

Toji Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Fire Emblem

Male Byleth

Ike

Ryoma Sakamoto

Full Service

Kovit Chaiyarit

Rald Schwartz

Dc

Red Hood

Marvel

Miguel O'Hara

Fate

Arash

Achilles

Caster Gilgamesh

Napoleon

Beowulf

Emiya Archer

Persona

Akihiko Sanada

Ren Amamiya

Ryuji Sakamoto

Yu Narukami

Pokemon

Spark

Brawly

Shin Megumi Tensei

Jeng Yun Tsai

Code vain

Louis

Yakumo

Kingdom hearts 3

Riku

Voltron

Takahashi Shirogane

Genshin Impact

Alhaitham

Wriothesley

Childe

Resident evil

Chris Redfield RE5 appearance

Leon Kennedy Re4 remake appearance

Carlos Re3 remake appearance

I am seeking someone to roleplay as the character listed below here. with my male oc only.

Touken ranbu

A Uchigatana Touken

DC

Nightwing

Marvel

Captain America

DBZ

Son Goku

Goku Black

Adult Trunks

Below here are fandom ship that i want to roleplay.

Kingdom heart

Riku x Sora

Fire emblem three houses

Dimitri, Claude or Sylvain with Male Byleth

Chrom x Male Robin

Jinx

Joo jaekyung x kim dan

Resident evil

Chris Redfield x Leon Kennedy

Attack on titan

Eren yeager x Levi Ackerman

Persona 3

Minato Arisato x Akihiko Sanada

Smash bro

Ike, Little Mac, Link, Chris Redfield, x Solid snake

basic plot for male oc x male oc

Police pull over

Doctor

New Neighbors x bored Husband

Teacher x college students

Coach x jock

Father best friend

Best friend father

Plumber

Gardener

Carpenter

Pool Cleaner

Hitchhiker

Summon demon x bored husband

.

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[cometforever]

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[emjayewrites]

25 Days of Cavill Writing Challenge

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! *cues Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas”*

In celebration of the holiday festivities, we are going to have 25 Days of Cavill! Now you can write for any holiday in December (i.e. Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, etc.). To participate in this challenge, here are the rules: 

1. Romantic character opposite of Cavill must be either Black or POC/WOC (i.e. biracial as long as mixed with a POC/African-American, Asian, Latina/Latinx, Hispanic, African American, Caribbean, Pacific Islander, Native American, African, etc.)

2. Must involve Henry Cavill or one of his many characters. 

3. Must be either a oneshot, drabble, or headcanon. 

4. Must be holiday-themed

5. If NSFW or NON-CON, please add a warning at the top. 

6. Please no minor x adult relationships

How to tag for the challenge: 

Ex. 

Name of oneshot, drabble, headcanon: Holiday Shopping With Henry

Characters/Persons involved: Henry Cavill x Asian Female Reader

Challenge: 25 DAYS OF CAVILL by @emjayewrites

Warnings: fluffy, smut, etc. 

A/N: Use this for a brief summary and link to your personal masterlist if you have one. 

REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN AND TO TAG ME SO I CAN REBLOG AND LINK IT TO MY BLOG. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

#25 days of cavill challenge #henry cavill fanfiction #sherlock holmes #geralt of rivia #clark kent #nomis #napoleon solo #the man from u.n.c.l.e. #superman #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x black reader #henry cavill x woc reader #henry cavill x woc oc

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[write-a-bad-romance]

Conversation Over (Isaac x Mozart Modern AU)

Characters: Isaac Newton and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart from Ikemen Vampire, some OCs

Pairings: Isaac x Mozart

Rating: T 

This is a companion piece to Stolen Batteries. Also available on Ao3.

Take out your heart and let it sit in the freezer.

Wolf lifted his head from the crook of his arm and stared into the darkness of his apartment.

Well, if it weren’t for the sunlight filtering in from the window. Reluctantly, the young composer rose from his chair to close the curtains.

Wolf hated the city lights. To him, they were nothing but noise when contrasted against the dark, unpolluted skies of the countryside.

“This is the best condition for stargazing.” The young man in front of him beamed as he set up the telescope.

That was another reason why Wolf kept the curtains shut throughout the entire night.

His surroundings were silent, save for the distant noise of traffic down below. Begrudgingly, Wolf admitted that his father had a point in pushing him this far. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have received enough commission to rent this high-rise apartment, with all its perks.

“Must be great having included housekeeping and laundry,” a voice called from the bathroom. “You can doss around on weekends and catch some sleep.”

Wolf returned to his desk and took a swig of cold, bitter coffee. Drowsily, he reached for his iPhone and unlocked it. It was 8 a.m. And there were three missed calls from Antonio.

That geezer. Immediately, Wolf pressed ‘call’ and barked to the other man. “What business do you have calling me this early?”

“Wolf! Good to know you’re already up and running!” Antonio greeted him cheerfully with his trademark raspy voice. “Get to the studio. There’s some trouble with the lyrics for the final track in the soundtrack.” 

“Lyrics? You think I’m a pop singer or something?”

“You- argh! We haven’t got time!” Antonio yelled. “Come on, Wolf. Help me out here!”

The white-haired youth sat down and stared at the hardwood floor in thought. He wasn’t in the mood to hear the old man rave, but taking a break from composing and seeing what his colleagues were up to seemed like a savory idea.

Better than wallowing alone in this empty apartment, at least.

“Alright. Give me an hour.” He sighed.

Wolf stared into blank space as Antonio and Cerise, the producer, went back-and-forth with the two girls over some lyrics sheet. Compared to Cerise’s composed tone, Antonio’s rankling voice was an irritant to his ears.

“Look, I understand you feel the need to do some experimentation with this piece,” the dark-skinned woman spoke coolly to the fuming man. “But you gotta at least listen to what the girls want. This is their song, after all.”

“You, you don’t get it!” Antonio yapped. “Don’t you want to produce something more than uninspired bops that the billboards churn every month or so?”

“If we’re talking about direction, then we need to go back to the lyrics and the impression you wanted to make,” Cerise turned to Bo-ram, one of the singers. “What did you have in mind while writing this?”

“Well,” Bo-ram shuffled through the notes and pointed at one of the papers. “It’s not made for any particular scene or anything. We just thought it’d fit these two characters…”

Wolf leaned back in his seat and gazed at the ceiling, propriety be damned. It wasn’t as if they acknowledged him or anything.

“You’re kinda quiet today, Wolf. Something the matter?” Cerise suddenly called to him with a hint of concern.

The young composer returned his attention to the bickering group, who were now gawking at him in silence.

“Eh, don’t mind him.” Antonio waved. “He’s gotten his panties in a twist since last week.”

You were the one who called me here, dummkopf. “Watch it.”

Although, had it really been only over a week?

Wolf dismissed the thought, “Let’s get to the recording booth, then. I want to hear what it sounds like." 

Wolf closed his eyes as he listened through the entire song.

While it wasn’t something that he’d composed (mainstream pop wasn’t exactly his cup of tea), but he had to admit that it was easy on the ears and that the vocals were indeed powerful. While he didn’t have much faith in the girls at first, they’d really outdone themselves this time.

"What’s the problem then?” He turned to Cerise and Antonio.

“The problem,” Cerise flashed a dry smirk. “Is that this guy here wants to add another rap on top of that existing rap.”

“You don’t understand!” The other man screeched. “I’m doing this for Bo-ram’s favor. I mean, the way she raps!”

You know jack about rap. Wolf wanted to say. Neither do I, to be honest.

While he did show some interest in rap once in a while, he never really took the plunge. Wherever his heart led, his brain would follow. There was simply not enough room for rap on top of his piling lists of concerns, both musical and not.

But Antonio was right. There was something in the way Bo-ram fired her words. He had to be sure.

“Let me hear that rap one more time,” Wolf instructed. “Without music.”

Bo-Ram did as she was told, under the strict man’s scrutinizing gaze. But even that wasn’t enough. “Again, with music.” He demanded.

Wolf listened intently to every word Bo-ram fired. It wasn’t just her (admittedly, brilliant) play of words and rhythm, but there was also her intensity with which she uttered her lines. He never once pictured anybody conveying such raw energy through meticulously crafted strings of words.

“What was the idea behind the song, again?” He asked Cerise pointedly.

“Oh, it’s about the game’s main character separating with his first girlfriend and some leftover  feelings.”

Leftover feelings.

Clearly, the rapper knew how to speak from the character’s point of view. She was his mouthpiece —or was that the other way around?

To him, she was rapping all her intent and emotion to a phantom —someone who wasn’t part of the audience. He supposed that he and the rapper had a lot in common. Even the most amateur of listeners could pick up all his emotions in every stroke, every note that flowed through his fingers. 

The audience was aware of his desires, but for whom?

They could build an image from bits of emotion they managed to gather, but never the entire portrait. The song is a fragment of stories, painting disjointed scenes of strife and peace without telling the tale in its entirety.

Wolf picked up his pen and set it on the paper. He rarely ever put his emotions into words, but for some reason, just this once, he wanted to try.

"Give me a second. I think I can come up with something.”

In the quiet of the next room over, Wolf stared at the blank sheet, his trembling hands capping and uncapping his pen.

Leftover feelings were not something he dealt with often since separations, throughout his history, were clean and impersonal, in his own words.

He had so far lived up to his reputation as an ice king, cold. So why? 

It never mattered to him who pulled the trigger and left the other to bleed. Wolf wasn’t always harsh. His upbringing compelled him to apologize when he needed to (with a straight face, of course), and leave. The sooner, the better.

He always made sure there were no pieces left to pick.

So why? He twirled the pen between his fingers. Why? Why? Why?

He loathed the feeling of waking up to an empty apartment. He wished for the physicist to step out of his door again, his hair all ruffled and eyes surrounded by dark circles after pulling another all-nighter. 

How ugly he looked as he sat on the table, scowling at his coffee mug and muttering about accidentally deleting parts of his thesis draft or complaining about his nagging supervisor.

In that window of time, when the other man let his guard down and showed his humanity was when Wolf felt most normal.  

It was painful seeing him stumble along imaginary walls that he erected himself. So much so that the rare (turned not-so-rare) moments when he coaxed his little hedgehog with soothing whispers was rewarding in its own.

Those eyes the color of cherry-blossom (not him, it was one of Napoleon’s girlfriends pointing it out) always looked like they were on the verge of tears. But they beamed even brighter than a supernova the moment he launched into one of his rants about the position of stars and the latest astronomical findings.

He once thought they looked like glass, but really they were a mirror. A mirror he painfully admitted wanted to see himself reflected on. Always.

He knew full well he didn’t deserve any of that.

Wolf was never new to spouting blunt nonsense— to harming people. It was a necessary evil for him to get by amid deadlines and obligations from his father in Vienna. It was his power and weakness. 

Whatever good he had with any of his previous partners, Wolf always knew there would be a point where they’d have to part. That was that. By the time he even uttered farewell, there were none of these leftover feelings that Cerise and Bo-ram talked about.

There was always a goodbye , and despite what people think of him, a sorry .  The latter was often devoid of weight, to be honest.

And yet the heaviest one was the one he couldn’t say out loud.

It’s never them, it’s me. Wolf scratched the pen over and over until it left behind a yarn of angry black lines. It’s not you, it’s me.

For the first time in his solitary excuse of a life, he felt pain over a wound he knew for sure he had inflicted on someone else. 

Sighing, he picked up the pen and began to scribble the lyrics— no, words he meant to say.

Isaac, I…

“I don’t think that part needed any rap. Keep it that way.”

“Eh, are you sure? The girls love it, Cerise loves it and so do I! What — ”

“I’m sure. The song is good enough as it is. Tell that to the girls.”

Some words are best kept to yourself.

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do flowers exist at night? -chapter three

Chapter Three: Don’t Lose Your Head

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC

Chapter Summary: With rumors still flying around, things have yet to get any easier for Annie. Coupling that with her terrifying illusions, it’s easy to see why it is difficult for her to not fall apart underneath everything.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual harassment, Billy is the literal worst still, horror

A/N: I’ve never tried to write anything scary before so I hope that aspect of this chapter really shows! If you like this story, please let me know! Also, if you’re looking for an earlier part you can find that here. In other news, I had to publish a bit later due to technical difficulties so please send your love!

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“Another book already?” Steve asked as Annie got in his car.

She shrugged, “Yeah… I only had a little over a hundred pages left so I kinda went for it.”

“I think that’s gonna take you a bit more time to get through,” he said, glancing over at her as he pulled out of her driveway.

“It’d also take a bit more effort for some asshole to rip it apart.”

“Ah, you got me there.”

Annie laughed a bit, “It’s whatever. I’ve been meaning to read this for a while now. Like, my dad’s this big, fancy literature professor. He said War and Peace was the biggest waste of time and space, so I’m gonna see if he’s right or if he’s full of shit as usual.”

“So you’re reading out of spite?” he asked, furrowing his brows, “Is he gonna say anything?”

She fidgeted with the corner of the hardcover book, “Well, I’m not sure he’s ever gonna know. He kinda stayed in New York. I haven’t seen him in… almost a month I think.”

“Oh.”

Annie shrugged, “It’s not a huge deal, my mom and I are figuring it out.”

The rest of the car ride was filled with a rather awkward silence. Maybe if she hadn’t said anything about her family, the remainder of the ride would have been better. At the same time, there were more awkward things she could have easily brought up, but didn’t.

Soon enough, Steve pulled into a parking spot at the school. Annie thanked him before getting out and going off to the school. Maybe it was abrupt, but she didn’t think Steve wanted to talk to her too much.

Not that she took that too personally, he had plenty of issues of his own. Then again, so did she. That was evidenced by the lack of makeup on her face and the clothes she wore. After all, flipping up overalls was impossible. With a flannel and shirt on top of all that, she was sure she would be fine today. Maybe all the rumors stopped overnight and there was something else going on.

However, as Annie walked, she could hear the whispers still. Just like yesterday. She carefully dodged a couple guys in the hall as she went to her locker. If she just laid low, it would blow over. It had to blow over at some point. Then she saw her locker.

"PROPERTY OF MISTRESS ANNETTE HARDWICK, A COCKSUCKING SLUT" was scrawled sloppily on the locker. Her eyes widened and immediately she rushed up to it, trying to rub it off with the sleeve of her flannel. When none of the black sharpie came off onto her dark green sleeves, she clenched the grip on her book. This simply wasn't happening.

A part of her wanted to curl up and cry right then. Everyone was staring and she could feel the eyes boring into her back. She bit the inside of her cheek to the point it almost drew blood.

"I don't think that's gonna come out, real shame," said a voice belonging to Billy Hargrove.

Annie crossed her arms, "Go fuck yourself."

"Shouldn't you be doing that for me?" he asked, leaning in close.

She swallowed hard and backed up before turning and walking off. It had to have been him. The way he looked at her made her wish she could have turned invisible. Why hadn't she said something? There had to have been some biting remark she could have given, but nothing came out. Soon enough, she found herself sitting under a stairwell.

A moment later, Steve ducked under. It was clear he was more cramped in the space than Annie was.

He crouched down next to her, "Hey, Annie, I'm so, so sorry-"

"It's not your fault," she said, staring at the white linoleum.

Steve sighed, "But isn't it? Look, I can try and help you paint over it or something or request another locker. I just... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to do any of that. I'll just get through today and maybe everyone can find someone else to poke fun at over the weekend," she replied.

"Hey, just take the help, okay? And maybe I can rip that Hargrove guy a new one for your trouble."

She let out a small laugh, "I'd love to see that, but I can take care of myself."

"I'll do it, can't have some asshole picking on my friend," he said right before the bell rang, "But seriously, are you sure you can hack it today? I can take you home or something and I can try to clear everything up."

Annie nodded, moving to get up, "I can take it, okay?"

At least, that was what she thought as she went to biology. It was just a few hours and then she was free for a whole weekend. Surely she could get through the knots in her stomach for the day.

Nothing let up, though. A few notes asking her if King Steve could still "get it" was the tipping point for her. Maybe no one touched her today, but the notes managed to hold the exact same sentiment. It made her want to run and wash her face despite the fact nothing was on it.

Having decided to then blow off the remainder of the day, she slipped a note into Steve's locker so he knew she went home. Maybe he cared, maybe he didn't. She wasn't really sure. That didn't stop her from shoving her headphones from her Walkman on and turning up the music all the way as she left the school.

The walk home was rather uneventful, and before she knew it she was right back in her house. A part of her was tempted to reach over to the phone and call up her mom. Except, she was probably doing important work at the conference she was at and Annie stopped herself. Although, this felt like the sort of emergency her mom said to warn her about.

Then again, so did the illusions she kept seeing. They only seemed to get worse with every passing day. It wasn't like she could tell anyone, though. Had she told someone like Steve or a teacher, she would be written off as crazy.

Maybe that was it, she was just going crazy from the loneliness. When her mom got back, it would all be fine. Sure, she had Erik, but he hardly counted as a conversationalist. She dropped her backpack and flopped on the couch with a sigh. A whole day left in front of her and nothing to do for it. It wasn't long before Annie got to her bag and dug through for her copy of War and Peace.

There wasn't much else for her to do other than to get lost in the story of a few Russian families going through trials and tribulations as Napoleon threatened to invade their country in the backdrop. So she found herself getting wrapped up in the beginning of the story. Though, with how comfortable she was in the position she was laying in, she soon drifted off with the book in her hands.

How long she had slept for was beyond her. It felt like something was moving on top of her. She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see it was her cat, sprawled across her stomach. Instead there were all kinds of slimy creatures crawling on her. They almost looked like slugs but they had hind legs. For a moment, all Annie could do was stare. Then she realized they were all over her arms and her hands and legs and on her face.

The slime was all over her hands and she felt one on her mouth. She was quick to try and slap it off only to realize the whole living room was covered with the same creatures.

"This isn't real. This isn't real. This can't be happening," she repeated, her voice cracking before she started screaming.

Her screams echoed throughout the house and it felt like her throat was being scratched raw. Annie shut her eyes tightly, wishing they would just go as she screamed. And just like that, nothing. When her eyes opened, there was nothing on her. Instead there was a rapid knocking at the front door and the sound of it opening.

On instinct, she grabbed her book and hurled it at the tall figure that rushed into the room. There was a sound of the novel colliding with someone and then hitting the floor. Upon realizing who ran in, Annie put her hands over her mouth.

"Ope!" Steve exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder that had gotten hit, “What the hell was that for?”

Annie got up from the couch and rushed over to him, "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't realize it was you. I mean, you kinda broke into my house."

"Um yeah 'cause you were screaming bloody murder," he said before looking at her, "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Annie asked, knowing she wasn't covered in the slime she had to have imagined.

He pointed at her nose, "You're bleeding."

"Oh... shit, I'll um... be right back," she replied before going to the bathroom.

Sure enough, there was a bit of blood coming from her nose. She grabbed a couple squares of toilet paper to clean it. For some reason it wasn't bleeding anymore. She mentally cursed herself, sure that Steve was going to want to know what happened.

Annie walked back out, "Sorry about that... kinda had a bad dream or something. Um what's up?"

"Or something... are you sure you're not gonna tell me what's got you freaked out enough to hurl the biggest book I've ever seen right at me?" he asked, still rubbing at his shoulder, “You’ve got a good arm.”

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter, like I said, it’s just a bad dream. What do you need?"

"Well, I didn't tear Hargrove a new one, that's for sure," he muttered, sitting on the love seat, "I know I've kinda asked a lot from you already, but... I need to get Nancy back."

Annie raised her brows, "Ah... hey, do you want some tea or something?"

"Um sure," he said, "Look, I already heard she's running around with Jonathan. I love her too much to just let her go like that, and they guys won’t stop giving me shit for it."

She nodded, listening as she put water in the kettle and put it over a burner, "Well, for all you know it's not what you think. I mean, look at us. Speaking of us, what the hell was with the mistress shit on my locker?"

"Oh that... they think they're being clever. You know, King Steve, they call Nancy a princess, that stuff."

"So I’m the Anne Boleyn to your Henry VIII... Christ that's fucked up," she murmured before shaking her head, "Anyways, do you know what you wanna do?"

He sighed, "I'm probably gonna just do the usual: flowers, an apology, the works. If that doesn't work, I don't know what will."

"Hold up, why do you have to apologize?" she asked, grabbing a couple mugs and finding some chamomile tea.

Steve shrugged, messing with the zipper of his grey bomber jacket, "I don't know, 'cause I called her bullshit while I was sober? It doesn't matter. You've just been really helpful so far, and I know it's a lot, but I just want you to help me out a bit here."

There was a long pause as Annie thought about it. If Nancy really didn't love Steve, wouldn't that just hurt him more when she rejected him? Or even worse, what if she just got back with him despite not having feelings for Steve? No, she didn't know the guy super well, but he had already been so kind to her. All the same, Annie had a good feeling that Steve was going to do this with or without her help.

She sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, "Alright, fine. I'll help you out with all this."

"You're the best!" Steve replied, grinning, "You know, I think this might just work. She really likes red roses, they're her favorite, actually."

A little while later, they were both sitting in the living room, drinking tea. Granted, Steve probably didn't need it, but she would have felt awkward trying to calm down by drinking tea while Steve just sat there. Besides, there was no reason to rush going anywhere since he came over around lunchtime. If they jumped the gun, who knew where Nancy would have been. Though, what really seemed to grind Steve's gears was that Nancy ditched with Jonathan. Something that had to have been a point of contention in the past. Not that she had any idea.

It wasn't her place to ask. She figured that Steve would talk and open up about things when he felt it was a good time. Asking pressing questions wasn't going to do her any good.

"So... are we gonna talk about your… um... episode?" Steve asked, breaking the silence.

Annie swallowed some of her tea, "What about it? I had a nightmare."

"You threw a book at me. If you had a nightmare that seemed real... that's not good," he said, running a hand through his hair, "Look, I uh... if you need to talk to someone, I kinda get it."

She arched a brow, "How could you get it?"

"Uh... it's not important. Just, you've already done a lot for me, you can talk to me, okay?"

"It's um... so it's this recurring nightmare," she started, staring at her almost empty mug, "I'm in the house and the power kicks off and then things get weird. Like, one time there were vines everywhere and it was all cold and slimy. It looked like it was snowing. And um... well, the one I just woke up from I was covered in these slugs? But they weren't slugs, they had legs and they were crawling all over me and um... yeah."

Steve set his cup on the table, "Annie... are these things actually just you in your sleep?"

"Uh... um yeah, of course," she lied, "I'm probably just stressed being alone all the time."

He sighed, licking his lips, "You're absolutely sure? You're not seeing this stuff while you're awake?"

"Well... no... but um, but what if I did?" she asked, starting to grip her mug tightly.

How did he know she was seeing things? This had to be some elaborate prank. Or maybe the house really was haunted. That stupid kid could have been right.

Steve frowned, "Then we need to get you the hell out of here. Your cat too."

She blinked and sat back in her chair a moment, "What do you mean? Why?"

"I can't tell you... not right here, we gotta get you out. Come on, you can stay over at my place, my parents are never home. You can have the guest room, I'll help you get some stuff," he said, already standing up.

Whatever it was that was going on, Annie had absolutely no idea. All she knew was that Steve seemed to have an air of tension and fear that she hadn't seen before. A part of her wanted to call his bluff and say that he was just screwing around in some super technical and sadistic prank. However, as they rushed to get her things together, she started to realize he was being serious. Which made everything she had dealt with the last few days all the more worrying. If she wasn't hallucinating, then what was going on?

What were those things that crawled all over her? She wanted to ask Steve, but he was busy helping get her cat so they could get out faster. Before she could comprehend any part of what was happening, they were in Steve's BMW. Erik meowed periodically as Steve sped off.

He sighed, obviously trying to not appear more freaked out than he was, "Look, I... I don’t know if I can explain all this to you without getting us both killed... fuck I thought we figured this out already."

"What're you even talking about? I'm playing along with all this, but I really need you to explain everything," she said, clutching her fidgety cat close to her chest.

Steve shook his head, soon pulling up to his house, "We don't have much time for that. Come on, let's get your stuff inside."

"Um... are we gonna still try and get you back with Nancy?"

"What? No, we don't have time for that!" he exclaimed, getting out of the car, "Wait, she might know what to do, actually."

Annie rolled her eyes, "Then get the damn flowers, apologize, get back in her good graces or whatever, and try to figure out what the hell's going on!"

"Will you chill out? I'm trying to put all this together!" Steve exclaimed, "Sorry... I know this is probably really stressful for you."

She huffed, setting a dufflebag and then Erik down before shrugging off her backpack, "You know, it might be the tiniest bit less stressful for me if you would tell me what the ever-living fuck is going on! I tell you I'm seeing stuff that’s apparently real and you tell me to get out of my house without telling me why! Now are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Fine, fine, you're right. I just don't know how to explain it quickly. But all you need to know is there's another dimension and there's people-eating monsters in it and your house was flip-flopping back and forth for whatever reason… at least, I think that’s what you were talking about. That's really dangerous, but we'll figure it out," he said, going to put a hand on her shoulder, "And um... you can't tell anyone else otherwise the government's gonna kill you and your parents and your cat and anyone else you care about."

Annie stepped back, crossing her arms, "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're joking. That doesn't even make any sense! Do you realize how little sense that makes?"

"I know... but if you didn't believe me then why did you let me do this?"

"Um... I... fine, maybe there's something to all this. Let's get the fucking flowers."

Perhaps Steve had a point, she did kind of believe him. Mainly because it was the only explanation, albeit convoluted, to all the things happening in her house that didn't make her seem crazy. He seemed concerned enough for her and for himself for saying all the things he had. They made a quick stop at the grocery store so Steve could pick up the roses. After that, Steve pulled up to what she assumed was Nancy's house.

She gave him a small, assuring smile, "You've got this. Make up with your girlfriend and we'll go from there."

"Yeah. I can do this," he said, getting out of the car and closing the door behind him.

Now Annie was rooting for him more than she originally had. Mainly out of hope that Steve was right in assuming Nancy would know what to do. However, as she watched, she watched their plan grind to a halt thanks to some kid.

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Sei Shonagon Analysis

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Max HP: 12,965 Max ATK: 12,218 (11,607 Effective ATK) Star Absorption: 153 Star Generation: 8% NP Charge ATK: 0.57% NP Charge DEF: 3% Death Rate: 36%

QQAAB Quick = 4 hits, Arts = 3 hits, Buster = 2 hits, Extra = 5 hits NP Charge per Card: Quick = 2.28%, Arts: 1.71%, Extra = 2.85%

Song of the Poet B Increases party's attack for 3 turns. (10-20%) Charges party's NP gauge by 10% every turn for 3 turns. Recovers party's HP every turn for 3 turns. (500-1000) Cooldown: 8 -> 6 turns

Afusaka no Seki A Grants self Evasion for 3 attacks, 3 turns. Increases own critical attack for 3 attacks, 3 turns. (20-30%) Cooldown: 8 -> 6 turns

Starry Skies B Increases own Quick performance for 3 turns. (20-30%) Charges own NP gauge. (10-20%) Gains 10 critical stars. Cooldown: 8 -> 6 turns.

Magic Resistance C: Increases own debuff resistance by 15%.

Independent Action (Self-Centered) A: Increases own critical star absorption of Quick Cards by 10%.

Snow atop Mount Xianglu A: Increases own critical damage of Quick Cards by 10%.

One Vehicle Teaching B Increases own Charm debuff resistance by 100%.

Emotional Engine - Full Drive Quick 4 hits Increases own damage against enemies with Neutral (Lawful/Chaos axis) Alignments by 50% for 1 turn. Increases own damage against Shadow Servant enemies by 50% for 1 turn. Increases own damage against enemies with Man Attributes for 1 turn. (50-100%, OC) Deals damage to all enemies. (600%-1000%, NP Level)

Primary Role: DPS, Farmer Secondary Role: Crit DPS, DPS support

Sei Shonagon is a weird Servant to analyze. Starting at her bases, she has fairly decent ATK and HP, although neither are exactly amazing, especially with the 0.95x ATK modifier that comes with the Archer-class. Her NP generation is...at best, mediocre. Her Arts card comes out at the best, but her Quick and especially her Extra are quite mediocre. Her AQA chain will generate about 30% of her NP gauge and about 11 stars on average, while her AQQ chain will generate 25% and 19 stars. It's not really great, but her star generation is at least okay to compensate, with her QAQ chain generating about 20 crit stars. Her AQQ chain will always be better in comparison, but she can at least generate some stars. Part of the problem lies in her passives, with don't boost her Quick card performance and try to do it in a circular way.

Her first skill, Song of the Poet, is by far her most powerful skill. Being a Charisma variant that also provides a decent NP and HP regen for the entire party is really quite good and boosts the party's consistency by a lot. Like most regen skills, its not at useful if you need an immediate boost, but for longer fights regen is quite good. It also boosts her NP consistency, which helps given her mediocre NP generation.

Her second skill is pretty similar to Protection from Arrows, except its Evasion is a little shorter than PfA and it provides an okay crit damage bonus rather than a mostly pointless Defense buff. The problem with this lies in the Evasion having a turn limit associated with it, meaning that it cannot be as easily spammed as PfA since the Evasion will wear off. This being said, this skill can be used in much the same way, giving Sei Shonagon a good survival option. The 30% critical damage boost is small and honestly isn't always worth prioritizing over the Evasion, but it can be good if you can guarantee the stars.

Her third skill is a combination steroid and consistency booster. All three of the effects are good, although a little underpowered. The best part of this skill is the 3-turn Quick performance buff. The NP charge and star boost aren't exactly big by any means, but they do their job well enough. Like many skills of this type, the hang-up is that it can be difficult to get the most use out of all of its effects at once, and usually one of the effects ends up not performing.

Her NP is an AoE Quick, but despite what might be some eagerness, she's not a good looper. Her NP only scores 4 hits per enemy meaning she doesn't end up getting good NP generation off of it. This being said, her NP is what allows her to function as a DPS, having effective damage against both Neutral [X] alignment and Man attribute enemies. She even gets an additional bonus against Shadow Servants, which also makes her a good farmer since she can do a lot more damage against 3rd wave Shadow Servants. All of these buffs are special attack buffs as well, meaning she'll carry them for the rest of the turn. This NP is what allows Shonagon to fit well into her farming and DPS roles, but it does literally nothing else except that. Her NQQ chain will all of her skills will refund a fair amount of NP, about 32% and will generate 38 crit stars, which definitely isn't bad.

Supports: Scathach-Skadi is obviously the biggest one, since she synergizes well with Sei. Sei cannot loop with just double Skadi alone though, because of her very poor NP gain, so Skadi mostly will just boost her ceiling. Aside from that, Sei Shonagon doesn't really have anything too interesting going on to really single out any extraordinary supports. She'll work well with any Servant who boosts her damage or consistency.

CEs: Sei generally likes having starting NP CEs, and she can easily use the 50% Starting NP CEs thanks to her NP regen and NP charge. Anything that boosts her NP damage or ATK is generally beneficial, along with Quick performance. The Black Grail is also a notable CE thanks to Sei's 1st skill giving HP Regen, and enough that at Level 10, she won't take any lasting damage from its demerit, while it provides a massive boost to her damage dealing.

Pros: -All of Sei's skills have good effects -Good survivability option that's a PfA lite -NP and multiple steroids allows Sei to potentially deal a lot of damage in a single turn

Cons: -Very mediocre NP generation means she's very burst heavy -Steroids are pretty small when not in combination -Her damage falls off when her NP damage buffs are not in play, big time -Faces a lot of competition for her slot among other AoE Archers

Overall, Sei has a pretty high ceiling and a very unique niche as a both a DPS servant and a farming Servant who is very good for wave 3 clears. Niche is the word that best describes Sei however; she's difficult to use if you aren't hunting any of her special damage targets, and the competition she faces from other AoE Archers, such as Gilgamesh, Atalante, Napoleon etc is intense. This will generally lead to her being overlooked if you aren't using her for her specific strengths, since she's less generally useful than most of her competition. But what she does bring is unique, especially for an Archer, and she carves herself a spot in F/GO none the less.

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Who wants some Napoleon Solo action? 🥰🍯

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Talk, Just Hold Me Closer

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.5K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie allows Leon in, and Leon tests the waters with a little experiment.

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink - not DDlg(I think), pet names (Daddy, little one, angel), male!Dom/female!sub, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, humiliation/degradation (slut is used lovingly), spit kink, non-barrier contraception, unprotected p-in-v sex, fluffy pillow talk

A/N: I'm a bit nervous to post this chapter, but this was my plan all along...to get kinky. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

Leon spins and holds Bobbie up against her bedroom door. Her fingers are tangled in his now messy curls and his hands are exploring underneath her skirt. Their kissing is a mix of lips, tongues, and teeth. Leon swallows her little moans, pressing himself into her embrace. He just doesn’t feel close enough. He wants to be inside her so badly.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against hers, and the whine she lets out is too precious. He chuckles lowly and places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Easy there, Sweetness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just thinking,” He starts to grind his stiffening erection into her clothed core, “Thinking whether I wanna try something with you.”

“I wanna try it.” Her impulsivity got the better of her.

“How about some roleplay? You’re gonna be my little one,” He caresses her cheek, “And I’ll be Daddy. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She says, biting her lip and focusing her pleading eyes on him.

Using one arm to hold Bobbie, Leon uses the other to unbutton his pants and slowly and carefully pull the zipper down. She reaches down to stroke his uncut length, marveling at how warm and thick his dick is. For a moment, she wonders if she will be able to accommodate his girth. 

That thought quickly is out of her mind as she feels him working his hand inside her panties. One finger and then two are sliding into her tight heat. They both continue to play with each other until their breathing picks up. 

Leon turns them around and deposits Bobbie onto the bed, climbing in after her. “As much as I would love to fuck into you while standing, I need to make sure I don’t pass out from the pleasure of sliding into your pretty pussy for the first time, little one.” 

Pulling off her panties, he slides between her legs and lets his cock lay heavy on her mound. Leaning forward on one arm at the side of her head, he grips the base of his cock and teases the head through her folds. 

“Do we need protection? I would love to feel you, skin on skin.”

“I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you too, Daddy.”

At her mewling, he slides in slow and true. He sits inside her for a moment allowing her to get used to the stretch and himself to calm his heightened state of arousal.

He maintains eye contact with her and she whines, moving her hips to try and get friction. He has a smirk on his face as he watches her fuck herself shallowly on his dick.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little one.”

The answering whimper sent shivers down his spine. He then helped her fold in half, holding her there, their hips flush against one another.

Still, he only would grind his pelvis into her, not moving in and out yet. That evil smirk on his face as he stares her down, obviously waiting for something. Raising his eyebrows, his face turns into one of expectation.

“Um…please?” Her hands clutch at his biceps as he looks down at her.

“Please…,” Leon adjusted his hips to pull out slightly then freezes, “What’s my name, little one?”

“Daddy! Please fuck me, Daddy!” The whimpers soon turn to sobs as tears fall down her face with the shock of his first thrust.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” He begins an even pace, leaning down to kiss away her tears and praise her, “Fuck. So fucking tight and hot around me.” 

Changing his angle slightly, he began massaging her inner bundle of nerves. Noticing how her sobs were getting louder and her breathing was becoming erratic, he doubled down on his assault on her pussy.

“I want you to play with your clit, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock. Stop fighting it, stop thinking. Daddy will do all the thinking for you. Don’t worry that empty little head.” 

Bobbie’s hand sped up on her clit and soon enough, her walls were fluttering around Leon’s length. Her sugary sweet moans were music to his ears as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me. Doing just what you’re told. Perfect little angel,” Moving to sit on his heels, he let his hands roam over her body. Rubbing her belly, pinching and teasing her nipples, his hand continued to rise up her body, “May Daddy wrap his hand around your throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’s nodding and reaching for his hand to put it on her neck.

“Look who’s eager to be Daddy’s little slut. Is there anything you won’t do for Daddy?”

“Anything for Daddy,” Her dreamy voice left her mouth as he tightened his hand.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’ll take anything that Daddy gives you right?” He releases his grip and she breathes in deeply.

“Yes, Daddy,” Catching her breath, she looks up at him with soft umber eyes.

“Open your mouth, little one.” He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits it into her awaiting mouth, “That’s my good girl, swallowing it down. Daddy is so close, little one. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up?” She made sure to poke out her bottom lip in a pout that went straight to his dick.

“Oh, little one, I would love to fill you up with my cum. Are you ready for me?”

All she can do is nod as he fucks into her. She feels him continually burying himself inside her so deeply. His pulsing cock empties inside her while he latches onto her mouth in a feverish kiss. His warm, heavy load shot into waiting walls.

She swallows the grunts and groans he unleashes. She moves her ankles off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. Pushing back some wet curls from his forehead, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. She tightened her thighs against his waist when she felt him trying to pull out.

“Sweetness,” His voice drawls a bit, and his eyes are fluttering open, “As much as I love being inside you, I am so sensitive right now. Let me pull out and I’ll fuck you again later.”

She unhooks her legs from around him, letting him escape her clutches. As his semi-hard cock slips free, he watches as his spend leaks from her swollen cunt. Stuffing himself back into his slacks, he lays down next to her and pulls her close.

“So, that was interesting. I like to roleplay, it would seem.” She lays an arm around his middle, giving him a good squeeze.

“You take orders very well. Like a natural submissive,” The arm around her cuddles back in return, “Have you ever experimented with submission?”

“Never. But I’m interested in it. Is it just during sex or is it all of the time?” The curiosity in her voice excited him.

“Well, that depends. We could do it just during sex, we could expand it to 24/7 Dominant and submissive roles, or we could just do it a couple of times a week. Whatever works for us,” He lays a kiss on the top of her head, “But I did really enjoy hearing you call me Daddy.”

“I liked it when you called me little one, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little one,” He tips her head up to kiss her forehead, “We can talk about it after a nap. I think we both deserve a little reset, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m tired. Can we still cuddle?” 

“Of course, we can cuddle, little one. Come and get comfy with Daddy.”

She pulls the comforter over them and wraps herself around him. “Kisses?”

“Always, sweet one.” He licks at her lips as she leans in, licking into her mouth as she opens up for him. He is truly addicted to her kiss. 

And now, he was ready to be addicted to a few other parts of her. From her curiosity to her natural submission, Leon was smitten with Bobbie. He’s only known her for a handful of days and he was already starting to think about taking her on as a sub. Instead of worrying about the future, he just decides to take a nap with a pretty girl.

Chapter 4

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Take Care of Business by Nina Simone. I love Nina and this is the second time she’s inspired some Napoleon fiction.

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Fits Your Sin

Oct 5th: Swallowing || Gun Play || Collaring

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Napoleon x Indiliam (OC)

Dedicated to: @alloveroliver

Additional tags: Yaoi

*Indiliam is my OC and the male presenting form of the sin Greed

**My first kinktober work! It's hella short, but enjoy

He was so close.

Loud moans and groans filled his room as Napoleon glanced down at the boy currently working on his cock.

Indiliam glanced for but a moment at the soldier, glanced upward with those enormous golden doe eyes.

Those eyes that constantly looked around for something shiny or pretty to nab, those eyes that had sparkled at being given a gift, now focused solely on the task bestowed upon him.

Delicate, small hands that had eagerly snatched the collar that Leon had offered him to keep, hands fit for the pickpocket he was, hands that were now preoccupied, stroking with whatever he couldn't fit in his mouth at an inhuman speed.

Napoleon grabbed a fistful of deep black hair as Indiliam's tongue ran over a particularly sensitive spot.

"Indi!" he cried.

"Don't worry~" Indiliam cooed, the assurance muffled by the throbbing and twitching cock in his throat, "I'll swallow everything~"

Hearing this, Leon tensed, feeling himself release a thick stream of white into his lover's mouth.

As promised, Indiliam swallowed every last drop, missing not even the tiniest pin prick of cum. Napoleon chuckled lightly at the feat.

"I'm impressed, mon amour. That was quite a lot!"

Indiliam giggled, before standing up.

"Well, if I couldn't take it all, then I wouldn't be a very good Greed, would I?" he joked. Napoleon gave an airy laugh in reply, growing tired from the previous events.

"I suppose so."

There was a silence as the demon cuddled next to the soldier. Then the latter asked:

"How do you like the collar?"

Indi beamed, "I love it! Though, I admit, putting a collar on someone whose true form is a demonic crow-rat hybrid seems a little odd."

Napoleon tapped the gold buckle on the dark green leather, "True, but it's color fits your sin, no? Does dark green not represent greed?"

The demon burst into laughter, "Oh is THAT why it's green?! Hahaha! I just thought you thought it was sexy!"

Napoleon chuckled, "Well, perhaps that was another reason, mon amour."

"You're a goof, Nappie. Oh, and before you sleep, sweetheart-" Indiliam pulled out a small vial of deep pink fluid, "Lust gave this to me for tonight. The night's still young. And before you ask, I do know what this is."

Napoleon gave him an amused yet bewildered look.

"My, don't tell me you want more?" he asked.

"Whaaaat?" Indi playfully whined as he popped the cap off the vial, dabbing some on his lips before sweetly kissing the Frenchman.

"Is it greedy of me to want a round two~?"

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Tagged by: @thelittlesthatling you're pretty chill, man. I appreciate you

On to the tag!!

Name/Alias: I mean, I'm not gonna throw out my real name because I don't feel like it. But One of my nicknames is Eliza, and another one is Andrew so take your pick.

Birthday: December 29th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Height: I don't actually know, to be completely honest

Hobbies: Singing, being goofy, writing stories, reading, role-playing, learning about weird stuff and studying criminals, learning about superheroes. I'm a nerd.

Favorite Color: Black, Red, Green, Blue, Purple

Favorite Book: Probably Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

Last Song I heard: Do It Now Remember It Later by Sleeping With Sirens

Last Film I watched: X-Men: Dark Phoenix

Inspriatoon for Muses: My main muse is probably my own imagination. My main character was created on a whim, inspired by my imagination, loosely off Magnus Bane, Andy Black, and a few other things mixed together.

Dream Job: Author. I love writing.

Meaning Behind URL: Andrew Constantine is my main character, he's the main character in the books I want to write and someone I've fallen in love with because hes just so fun.... I could explain more about the OC if anyone wants that But I doubt people do so....

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Day 13: I want all of you | Issac Newton

★ Ikemen Vampire Fanfic ★ Issac Newton X OC Note: NSFW  Prompt List 

I eyed Napoleon as he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. My fists turned white as I clenched them. I sipped on my dom pérignon. This was only my first glass and yet I was drunk with jealousy. It tasted like blood. My fingers brushed my lower lip and I looked at the crimson that stained my finger tips. I hadn’t realised that I was biting my lips this hard.

He pressed his lips to her ear, whispering and she giggled. I felt fury flare within me. My fangs elongate and I felt my venom on my tongue. What the fuck did Napoleon think he was doing?

My feet started moving before I could register it. I felt a strong arm grab my shoulder. I turned, snarling. Arthur withdrew his hand from my shoulder as quickly as he had grabbed it.

“Issac. Don’t.”

I glared at him.

“Look!” I was livid. “How do you expect me to calm down in a situation like this?”

Arthur looked over my shoulder and broke into a chuckle.

“Arthur,” I warned.

“Issac. Calm down. It’s nothing. You know it’s all an act.”

I groaned in exasperation.

“I know it’s all an act but I just can’t...”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, expecting me to continue.

“Nothing,” I say softly.

I patted Arthur on the shoulder.

“I’m going back to my room. Have fun, Arthur.”

Before he could say anything, I exited the ballroom.

- 

I opened the door roughly and slammed it shut. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I fell face first onto the bed and tried to calm the storm in my heart. I turned over, lying on my back. I ran my hand through my hair and her face came into my mind once again. Her, blushing when he had snaked his arm around her waist. Her, giggling as he whispered into her ear. Her, eyes wide and cheeks crimson when I first told her that I loved her. Her, covering her face as I hovered over her naked body during our first night together. Her...

I hear the door knob rattle. I ignore it. Probably Arthur. When I heard a key being inserted in, I sat up promptly. Who the?

“Hey!” I call out as the door unlocked and opened. 

“I want to be alon-” I stop and my eyes widened slightly. 

“Vicki,” I breathed.

She stepped towards me slowly, never taking her eyes off me. I did the same. How could I? She was beautiful in her black, lace night gown. 

When she finally came right in front of me, I looked away.

“Why did you leave the party? The council will be expecting Napoleon’s wife by his side.”

She lifted my chin up to meet her gaze.

“I am nobody’s wife but yours. I saw that my husband was upset and I had to make sure he was okay.”

I looked down with a small smile, hiding my face with my fringe. 

“I only love you, Issac. Nobody else. Don’t you trust me?” There was a hint of sadness in her voice. She sounded hurt.

I looked up immediately and cupped her cheek. I wiped the single tear that had stained her cheek. 

“No, please don’t cry,” I say, pulling her into my arms and on my lap. “I’m sorry, baby. Of course I trust you. I just...”

She leaned into my chest and inhaled shakily. 

“I just couldn’t stand the way he was looking at you and how you seemed to be okay with it. I know you love me but sometimes i’m so afraid of losing you because I’m me and you’re you. You’re perfect.”

She sighed and kissed my chest.

“I’m only perfect because I have you. You make me complete. Can’t you see that? I love you. I love you so much.”

Hearing her say that sent a jolt down my spine. I pressed my nose down into her hair and breathed in her scent. It was intoxicating. I began trailing kisses down her hair to her neck. She moaned softly. I gently lifted her from my lap and placed her down on the bed. 

She stared at me, with her lips parted and her eyes wide, lit with lust. I inhaled sharply. The things she did to me. 

I pulled the lace dress off her shoulders. It stopped just before her cleavage and I frowned.

“This is in the way,” I say, ripping the delicate fabric off her skin, allowing her breasts to spring free. 

She giggled.

“I liked that dress!” She whined.

I pressed my lips to her ear.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

Before she could retort, I crushed my lips to hers, making her gasp. I wrapped my arms around her, willing her to come closer, even closer than she already was. It was never enough. I slowly pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting our now swollen lips. I kneeled on the bed and took off my shirt and pants. Her eyes roamed my entire body, clouded with lust. 

“I’m not going to take this slow. I want it rough. I need this. I need you. I want all of you. Do you understand?” I growled. 

She nodded and I smirked.

“Good.”

My fingers brushed against her core. She was dripping wet. Excellent. I wanted to fuck her right now.

I held my member, positioning it so that the tip was pressed against her entrance. I teased her, rubbing the tip against her core. She moaned and her legs twitched.

“Issac... Please I-”

I didn’t give her a chance to finish before I slammed into her. I gritted my teeth as I felt her tighten around me. Fuck. She yelped in pleasure.

I started moving, pounding into her. She tried to control her mewls of pleasure and I pounded harder.

“No. Don’t hold it in. Let me hear. Let everyone know you’re mine,” I growl, as I pressed my lips to her neck. I traced her neck with my fangs and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. I bit at her neck lightly, ensuring that it wouldn’t hurt her too much. I resisted the urge to suck her blood. 

“I’m close, Issac!” She screamed.

I nodded. I was close too.

“Come for me.” I say, as I pounded harder, faster. Our beads of sweat were mixed together as I pressed my chest against hers. 

When I felt her core constrict, I came undone as did she. My hot semen shot inside her and I had to clutch the sheets. Her orgasm rocked her as hard, her nails digging into my back. I pulled out of her slowly and kissed her forehead. She smiled and wrapped her arms around me. I sank my nose down her hair and inhaled. My sweet, sweet wife.

“I love you, Issac. I’ll never pretend to be someone’s wife ever again. Even if it’s for something important.”

I kissed her hair. 

“I love you too.”

My eyes began to droop. The day’s activities had tired me out completely. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt her shake my arm.

“Issac.”

I opened an eye.

“Hmm?”

“Do you know why I was giggling at what Napoleon said?”

I suddenly felt very awake and my heart thumped against my chest. Shit. Do I want to know? 

“What did he say?”

She giggled into my chest.

“He said, that once, when you stayed awake all night to write your book, Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy, you were so tired that when you came down for breakfast, you thought the dining table was your bed. You then stripped down to your underwear and fell asleep like that in front of everyone.”

My eyes widened in shock and I swear I’ve never seen her laugh louder than now. I climbed on top of her and pined her down. 

“I was tired but i’m fully awake now. Who’s fault do you think it is?”

She stuck out her lower lip.

“Napoleon’s?” She said, her lips trembling as she tried to control her laughter. 

I growl and took her lips.

“Your punishment starts now.”

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