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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @freddiefredfive, @verysmolnerd, @writingkitten

Warnings: smut, threesome, blowjob, swearing, good guy/bad guy routine, talk of a hit

AN: Thank you to @illiana-mystery for fixing up the picture of Marcus. This should be fun to write. Story under the cut.

How I ended up in this situation was beyond me. I hadn't done anything to anyone. At least not that I knew of. Armand paced the room as he made a few calls, glancing at me every few seconds. Whatever was being said on the other end wasn't what he wanted to hear. I bit my lip and played with the hem of my shirt. Armand's hand on my arm made me jump.

"Sorry." He smiled softly at me. "There has been no sign of the man that you described. Perhaps he left?" I shook my head.

"Armand, you saw the note with your own eyes. Why would someone send that to me if they were just going to disappear?" I pleaded. Armand nodded and reached for my hand. I held onto it like a life line. "Mon cher, je suis terrifé." I looked over at him, tears threatening to spill over. Armand leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"Je sais. Je sais." he whispered. I leaned against him as the past week's events and feelings caught up to me. "I won't let anything happen to you. They are putting you into protection. I volunteered. We're going out to Three Pines. Completely off the radar. If this guy wants to come for you, we'll be prepared." I pulled back to look at him.

"Will it be safe Armand?" My stomach churned at the thought of putting any of the villagers in danger.

"We aren't going to stay in the village. There's a little cabin we can use." He seemed to read my mind. "Nous serons en sécurité. Je promets." I nodded and wiped my eyes.

"When do we leave?" I asked, standing up and looking through the two way mirror on the far way. I couldn't see anything except Armand's reflection but it was reassuring that it was there.

"We can leave now." Armand looked at his phone one last time before walking over to where I was. He put a hand on my back and led me out of the room. "We are taking an unmarked car with an escort. We won't be stopping at either of our houses." I looked over my shoulder at him. "There will be clothes and food there for the two of us. Enough for a few days. One of the detail will go out if we need anything else. The illusion will be a couples' retreat." I blushed but nodded. "Maybe we can finally have that talk we've been meaning to." He whispered as he helped me into my coat. Turning around to collect my gloves from him, I nodded. The look of hope in his eyes didn't escape my notice nor the way that his hand was on my back the first chance he got.

We found the car we were supposed to be in and I climbed in after Armand. He looked a little nervous to find he wasn't driving us but quickly squeezed my hand to dispel any concerns. With a tight smile, Armand gave the go ahead to start the drive out to the idealistic village just outside Montreal. The ride was silent aside from the faint French mutterings of Armand. Periodically, I would tear my gaze away from the window to look at him questioningly. When he caught me, Armand would give me a smile and a shake of the head before squeezing my hand again. It was nightfall by the time we reached the cabin and I was ready to climb into bed. Armand helped me climb out of the car and into the cabin. Standing in the center of the living room, I waited while the security detail checked the cabin and Armand set about checking for the necessities.

"Nous sommes bien." He assured me. I nodded at him as he wrapped me up in a hug. I didn't realize I was shaking until he repeated his earlier statement. Relaxing against him, I felt him nod as the other officers let him know it was all clear. "We should get to bed. It's been..." I nodded, knowing what he was going to say.

"D'accord." I agreed as I made my way to the bedroom. "Uh Armand?" I called as I heard him moving about the kitchen.

"Oui?" He called back. When I didn't reply, he made his way to where I was standing. "Oh. Merde." I looked over at Armand and watched as he seemed to go through the five stages of grief in one moment. "Doesn't matter. I'll sleep on the floor." My eyes widened as he turned to go back to the kitchen.

"Armand!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm. "I can't let you do that." He stared at me as I took in the room again. "Look. The bed is big enough. We can share it." Armand nodded slowly and I laughed. "I'm sure Armand. Besides," I moved a little closer to him. "I think having you closer would make me feel safer." He raised an eyebrow at me but I shook my head. "I'm serious. It's not a line. I would feel safer." I squeezed his arm to make my point and Armand nodded, patting my hand.

"Alright. Give me a few minutes. I just want to see what there is to eat here." I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. I sat on the counter while he ran an inventory of what we had been stocked with. Nodding to himself, he helped me down and followed me back to the bedroom. "Would you like to shower?" Armand asked, pulling out what must have been normal sleepwear for him. I shook my head and dug through a different dresser looking for a shirt and pajama pants. Armand nodded and headed into the bathroom. I found pajama pants and changed into those before digging back in to find a shirt. There was a quiet knock and I saw Armand's arm sticking out from the door to the bathroom. He held the shirt he had been wearing under his dress shirt. Smiling to myself, I took it.

"Merci." I called to him. There was a hum and then the shower turned on. Climbing into the bed, I looked around the room to see if there were any easy entry points. The only one I could see was the window but it would be on Armand's side. As much as I hated it, it meant that Armand would know the second someone tried to get in. Nerves bit into my mind and I got up to double check the door. I grabbed the poker from the fireplace and carefully made my way to the door just as Armand was coming out of the bathroom. "Just checking the door." I muttered. He nodded and checked his phone one last time.

I made my way through the living area to the door. Checking it, I froze. It was unlocked. A small crash made me jump and turn around. Standing in the hallway was a man with his gun drawn. It was pointed at me.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled, hoping Armand would hear me. The man in front of me slowly crept forward and I stood frozen to the spot. "ARMAND! J'ai bensoin d'aide! MAINTENANT!" I heard a gun click and hoped that it was Armand's and not the man in front of me. My grip on the fire poker slipped and I nearly dropped it. Armand appeared behind the man and I nearly sagged in relief when he pressed his gun against the man's head.

"Drop it. Now." Taking a deep breath, I watched as the man lowered his gun. This time I did sag in relief as Armand was able to grab the gun. "Pas toi, (Y/N). Gardez le poker en l'air." I nodded and readjusted my grip on the weapon I was holding.

"You two make a good team." The man said. He leered at me as Armand handcuffed him. He was pushed into a chair and Armand stood above him.

"What's your name?" He growled. The man just laughed at him.

"What? No phone call? Or do I have to ask for my lawyer in order to do that?" Armand looked like he was going to slap the man.

"Les menottes Armand." I reminded him quietly. Armand looked at me. I was chewing on my lip, keeping my distance from the man in the chair. Armand sighed and nodded.

"Your name." He ground out, returning his attention to the man in the chair.

"Marcus." He responded, eyeing the two of us curiously. "The people I work for want them dead." Marcus nodded at me. "Something about crossing the wrong people. I'm not really sure. I don't ask questions about my mark." Armand threw a glance at me and nodded.

"So you admit you were trying to kill (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Marcus nodded and shrugged as best he could.

"Easy money honestly. I didn't expect you to put up much of a fight though." The last part was directed at me and I hid behind Armand a little more. "What did you do anyway? Pretty little thing like you. Involved with the chief inspector. Wouldn't expect someone to take a hit out on you." Armand reached behind him and put a hand on my hip. "Doesn't matter. Someone else will come once they realize I was caught." I stared at the back of Armand's head and took a step closer to him. "Or..." Marcus trailed off, staring just over Armand's shoulder.

"Or?" He prompted. Armand squeezed my hip and I took another step closer to him. Marcus laughed and shook his head. "Or?"

"How about the three of us have a little fun?" Marcus caught my eye and smiled at me. "Seems like the two of you have something going on already. You let me in on it and I let you walk. Go back to who hired me and say I completed the job. You get to stay out here, hiding away but alive." Armand stiffened and glanced at me over his shoulder. "The other option is I shoot both of you and make it look like an accident. Or maybe something that happened on purpose." I could see Armand's shoulders tense up and wished I could do something about it. I tightened my grip on the poker as Marcus's words sunk in.

"I agree." I stepped out from behind Armand and made eye contact with Marcus. "But I want assurance that we can walk after this. And that Armand can go back to the force." Marcus shook his head.

"Like I said. Seems like you two have something going on. I'm not the only one who knows that. The people that sent me already know that the two of you came up here together. That little detail outside is dead. If you two don't come out, they will never know the difference between you being dead or alive. And once I get back and give them word, you can live out here the rest of your days." I looked over at Armand. In my mind, a lifetime with him didn't sound like that bad an idea. But this wasn't just about me.

"(Y/N), es-tu sûr?" Armand kept an eye on Marcus but turned towards me. There was something shining in his eyes that I couldn't put a name to. "Nous devrions rester ici mais..."

"Nous serions vivants." I finished. Armand nodded. I smiled at him. "Je suis sûr. C'est ce que je veux Armand." Armand nodded in agreement and set about taking the handcuffs off Marcus.

“Ground rules. We go one at a time.” Armand’s voice shook as he talked, leading me back to the bedroom. “(Y/N) is in control the whole time. Whatever they say goes. They say stop, you stop.” I pulled my pajama pants off and laid down on the bed. Marcus and Armand were staring at each other, engaged in some sort of pissing contest where they sized each other up.

“Armand, you first.” My voice shook as I pointedly held my hand out to him. Armand nodded and shed his clothes as he closed the short distance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marcus do the same before settling into the chair by the fireplace. “Make it easy.” I whispered at him as he hovered over me. Nodding, Armand leaned down to kiss me. It was the first one that held meaning and promise.

“I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life here with you by the way.” He whispered as he pulled away. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around him. Armand's hand drifted down until he was able to push past the waistband on my underwear. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed how turned on I was. Groaning, I arched up into him. His stomach brushed against mine at the movement and I let out a shuddering gasp. Armand kissed along my neck and jaw before pulling his hand away. I whined before he pulled my underwear down. "Es-tu prêt?" I looked down to realize that he had also pulled his own off. My eyes widened at the sight of him but I nodded anyway.

"Oui Armand." I gave him verbal consent. Armand took himself in hand and gently started to push in. I met his gaze as he stilled for a moment before continuing to enter me. When he bottomed out, I was as full as I had ever been. Armand leaned down and gave me a kiss.

"ça va mon amour?" he murmured. I nodded and tilted my hips up. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, Armand slowly pulled out before slamming his hips into mine. I cried out and tightened my grip around him. Armand set the pace, making sure that I would reach my end quickly. "The quicker we finish, the quicker he finishes." He muttered above me. My chuckle broke off into a moan as Armand lifted my hips up, hitting new spots that made me see stars. "Then we can do this as many times as you want." I moaned in approval as Armand smiled down at me. Tilting my head, I locked eyes with Marcus. He was stroking himself to the sight before him and my mind short circuited. Marcus smirked at me before getting up quickly.

"Move." He shoved Armand's arm. Armand stilled and stared at him.

"One at a time. We agreed." Armand growled. Marcus laughed.

"Fuck that." He said as he grabbed my arms and forced Armand and me to turn so my head was hanging off the bed. My eyes widened when I came face to face with his dick. "Sucking is as good as fucking. So get to work." Marcus tapped my cheek and settled into position. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and let him push in. I gagged as he started to thrust but quickly adjusted.

As Marcus found his own independent rhythm, I moaned as Armand returned to his. Marcus hummed above me and I started to slowly lick along his length. It was long before I felt him twitch in my mouth. I hummed as Armand picked up his speed. I gave up all hope of continuing to blow Marcus and just settled for moaning around his length. My scream was muffled as I came. Marcus moaned above me and Armand pressed kisses along my chest. Both men came at the same time with a grunt. Swallowing down what Marcus had, I hummed contently as they pulled out. Armand was quick to check me over and make sure I was alright. Marcus picked up his jacket and drapped it over my shoulders as Armand went to find a heavier blanket.

"Maybe I’ll come back up here for that.” He said with a wink. “Little something else too. What do you say?” I nodded numbly and watched as he left the room. There were hushed voices in the hallway before Armand came back in with the blanket.

“he’s gone.” Armand mumbled as he threw the jacket to the ground before wrapping me up. “I’m sorry.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, Armand settled in next to me. I curled against him for the warmth.

“I guess we don’t need to have that talk anymore huh?” I teased as I tilted his head towards me. Armand chuckled before shaking his head.

“no. I guess we don’t.” He whispered before pressing his lips firmly to mine.

Translations:

Mon cher, je suis terrifé. - my dear, i'm terrified. Je sais - I know Nous serons en sécurité. Je promets - We will be safe. I promise. Nous sommes bien - we are good D'accord - ok Oui -yes Merde - shit Merci - thank you J'ai besoin d'aide - I need help Maintenant -now Pas toi - not you Gardez le poker en l'air. -keep the poker in the air Les menottes - the handcuffs es-tu sûr - are you sure? nous devrions rester ici mais - we would have to stay here but nous serions vivants - we would be alive Je suis sûr. C'est ce que je veux - I'm sure. This is what I want. es-tu prêt?- are you ready? ça va mon amour? - are you okay my love?

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goodoldcharley · 1 year

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Chapter 11 (rated m)

Her hand shot forward long before her mind had even made the final decision, cold fingers falling into his open palm. Even though she knew that what she was about to do was utterly selfish, egoistical even and completely wrong, she could not stop herself. At least once, she needed to know what it might feel like to be cared for, to be loved by this man…

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writingsofhubris · 1 year

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Oh the boy's a slag, the best you've ever had

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1554 Tags: male reader, Bisexuality, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Anal Sex Fandom: Three Pines (TV) Ship: Armand Gamache/Reine-Marie Gamache/Reader Disc: Armand held no qualms about his wife bringing someone into bed with her. If, that was, he was able to partake in the spoils of her efforts as well.

Her hips shifted over your mouth, situated over your open lips, her sigh softly fallen from her lips. She’d gotten you at just the right height for your bodies to be comfortable, no strained or awkward angles. Her soft sigh echoed itself as your tongue delved into her folds. It was only her soft sounds that you needed to relax, letting your mouth focus nothing more than on the taste and feel of her. It wasn’t anything more than a soft whisper, a gentle plea at first. She just wanted something to spark, something to make her move.

Her hands were firm on your chest. Reine-Marie let her hips chase the sensations that you brought forth from her. Every shift, every soft breath fueled you. Reine-Marie didn’t hold back, either. The sounds of her pleasure rang out through the walls of the bedroom, echoed back to your ears. The sounds and actions echoed each other, gentle grinds down onto your tongue in the same moment you would thrust into her, a stroke she more than guessed, she had to have known. It was thrilling to take her off guard, that gentle gasp of pleasure, that delicate cry making you twitch.

Reine-Marie only claimed to hate it when your arms would wrap around her thighs, her pussy pinned to your lips, her hips pulled down to your mouth. She always begged for more, her thumbs pinched your nipples to the sides of her hands, sparking more pleasure in the second of pain. Her tightening around your tongue always was welcome, always was inspiring to continue, to reach as far into her as you can, and then find yourself sucking on her clit again. Every form of pleasure, every way to taste Reine-marie was forefront on your mind. Her cries of need only pushed you further, more deliciously into her pleasure.

“S’il vous plaît, s’il vous plaît!" Her hips pushed harder against your jaw, and you could feel how tense she was, how much she wanted to come on your lips, even as you held her firm. “Plus Vite!” Your arms forced her thighs up to shift just slightly, placing her clit just at your lips, suctioned hard on the bundle of nerves. Her hands turned into claws for just a moment, pressing half crescents into your skin, before she let her body sag forward, her hands relaxing, and taking the brunt of her weight. Your lips sealed just once more, before your tongue laved wetly over Reine-Marie’s folds, soothing and coaxing her through the rush.

Her breathing had almost returned to normal when your lips once again sealed over her clit, your tongue pressed quick passes over the still sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hands left your chest, and found home on the headboard, a sudden cry of oversensitivity left her lips. It was almost musical.

Your lips pulled away to allow her the moments to relax, before your teeth nipped the inside of her thigh. Your lips pulled from her skin, only to offer a whispered tease.

“On remet le couvert ?” Her laugh was full of air, as lofty as she surely felt above you. Her breath rasped just slightly, but her hips lowered right back over your mouth, your lips took over between her legs again.

When Armand walked into the room, you weren’t entirely aware of his heavy footsteps, his gait into the area only surrounded with Reine-Marie and you. It was his hands on your thighs, warm and exploring, searching out the sensitive spots he knew to push and massage to open you to him.

“Am I not to be invited to the festivities?” You wouldn’t allow Armand’s hot hands, tracing over your thighs and the base of your cock, to distract you from Reine-Marie. Armand was always a temptation, knowing just where to stroke at this point, what areas drove you to distraction. You were determined to focus just on Reine-Marie, not allowing Armand to take control of you both. His hand was delectable on your cock, and he strained your ability to follow through on your claims. Reine-Marie above you, and Armand slipped between your legs, you were already in heaven.

You were mostly successful at keeping your attention on Reine-Marie. It wasn’t until Armand’s fingers, somehow slicked with lube, slipped to your asshole that you stuttered, that you let a moan fall from your lips into her clit. But her sharp moan only encouraged your sounds. Your lips sealed around her clit again as you allowed a deeper moan, just as Armand found your prostate. You sucked that much harder, arms tightened around her thighs again, and the rest of your body tensed against the sudden pleasure.

“You, ha, find what you were searching for?” You had to assume by her unexpected cry that Armand had leant forward, lips sealed over her nipple as he sucked. Her cry wasn’t elegant, only a cry of pleasure as you both felt your hands around the reaches of her thighs, age pocketed flesh soft against your fingers.

Her hands were replaced by Armand’s on your chest, which led you to believe that her arms had wrapped around his head, pulling him into her. The sounds of Armand’s kisses against her chest only added to the slick sounds in the room.

Reine-Marie could control you both by a simple laugh, if she so desired. You both would fall over for her, if it meant you were allowed her smile, for just a moment. By the way she was directing you both, she had to know that fact, too.

Armand took the moment to thrust into you, his thick cock thrusted into you harder than you thought it would. Need flushed through all three of you, and your body squirmed under them. Reine-Marie leant forward slightly, balanced on your chest again. You could hear her and Armand breathing heavily, trying to find their pleasure through you. Reine-Marie’s lips were on Armand, her gasps fell again in moments that her lips pulled from his chest.

Armand’s noisy breath took you out of your near hypnotism of pleasing Reine-Marie, allowing her thrusts hard against your jaw, just to find that bit of pleasure she needed. His moan and her hand wrapping around your shaft just made you thrust into her grip, trying for more pleasure, more friction. Between Armand’s hands on your hips, leverage to pull you back onto his dick with, or Reine-Marie’s hand, pleasure pulled with each shift of her hand over your cock, you found pleasure in each twitch, unsure which way your hips wanted to shift into.

It was then you felt fingers against your chin. The thickness proved them to be Armand’s, slipping to play with Reine-Marie’s clit. Your tongue quested into her, letting your shared work bring her to the edge again, fluid gushing over your chin. She was divine on your tongue as her hips slowly stopped. She knew to pull her hips a few inches from your lips, forcing you just to feel the thrusts from Armand. Your gasps were just as noisy, allowing nothing to take your focus from Armand inside you, and Reine-Marie’s hand on you. Fingers that had just been between his wife’s legs slipped into your mouth. You cleaned each digit for what you were worth, sucking hard on each finger, calluses massaged with your tongue.

Armand let his hips shift just slightly, finding your prostate and making you cum quickly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to keep Armand deep inside you. He managed only a couple more thrusts before he sighed, cumming inside you with his own moans.

Reine-Marie was the first one to move, body moved from over your face to against your side. Your arms folded around her without hesitation, tugging her body flush against your side. Her soft skin rubbed against you, and her hand was questing on your chest, lines of fire burnt into each pass of her fingers.

“Armand, mon ceour,” Reine-Marie spoke up, just as he was pulling out of you. “Would you be willing to take up getting us rags?” His hands slipped once more over your legs.

“I’ll be but a moment.” He leant down, and kissed the inside of your knee, looking up at you through the action. His thumb brushed over the spot, the pressure of his lips rubbed into your skin. You allowed the silence to spread until you heard his steps disappear far enough.

"You have it made," you whispered to Reine-Marie.

"How is that?" You kissed the skin above her ear, threads of dark silver hair pressed against your lips.

"Armand goes to pick up after us, and you get to be held until he returns."

"And you don't have it so?"

"The feeling of holding you is unparalleled." Armand timed his entrance perfectly, sitting on the side of Reine-Marie. You watched as Armand spread open her legs, a guiding pressure that she fell so easily to. His hand was gentle, but through. Her sighs spoke of how expert he was on his wife’s body. Her curls pressed against your neck, curling into your arms. With another rag, Armand slipped his hand between your legs, cleaning you as he had his wife. Gentle, but through, ensuring you were cleaned in just the spots needing it the most.

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verysmolnerd · 13 days

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You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

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