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(Request) (Fluff) Don Flamenco with S/O who’s introverted and not good at relationships

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Now That's How You Beat A Downa! - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Murder and violence.. someeeewhat descriptive wording of the said violence.

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: ehh idk, after said violence gets fluffy after

Word Count: 2,117

"Lovely day for it miss!"

"You look lovely today miss!"

You felt yourself blush from the random compliments you got from citizens around town as you walked down the street. Everyone there loved telling each other compliments. You weren't one of those people, when really you hated them. Not because you were a downer, goodness no. You just got flustered easily and didn't know how to take compliments too well.

You see, you has always been a shy women since you were a small pea, and that got some people suspicious because of it. Even the bobbies thought something was up. Of course you explained to the best of your ability that you were definitely not a downer, and never will be.

You were quite a gentle woman and never yelled at anyone, even if you were defending anyone. You thought discussing the problem is better then yelling at each other. Your parents taught you that from a young age.

You worked at a retirement home in Maiden Home. You always got along with older folk anyway, so why not get a job involved around it? Even if the job didn't pay well you still enjoyed the job very much. The con of it all was some of the old ladies would tease you from time to time, making you flustered and you would start stuttering like mad. They didn't mean no harm and you knew that too well. They were just having their fun.

Speaking of Maiden Home you were currently heading to Maiden Home to work. You lived in Wellington Wells, so you needed to walk to work which you didn't mind at all. Exercise is important after all! You hummed as you walked through the streets, smiling and saying "lovely day for it!" to people that walked past you. You were all fine and dandy until you felt someone sneak behind you and grab your arm harshly, putting something sharp against your neck. You screamed in fear and people around you gasped at the scene.

"Nobody move!" The stranger announced to the small crowd- "Or else this youngling gets to be beheaded!" The stranger shouted out, gripping your arm with his mostly likely disgusting nails. Whilst you hiss in pain you could see the crowd frantically panicking like any other citizen would do.

"Downa! Someone get the police!"

"HELP! HELP! THAT POOR DEARY IS IN GRAVE DANGA! SOME ONE CALL THE CONSTABLES!"

Most of the panicked citizens ran away in fear, leaving you with mostly no help whatsoever. Seeing this didn't make you reassured you wouldn't survive this situation. God you wished you could take more joy right about now... No dammit there's no time to worry about that. You just couldn't stand here and do nothing you'd be dead in the next matter of seconds!

In the moment you thought over what you could do to escape the downers grasp. Your best bet right now was to kick him right in the baby maker. All you needed was a distraction to make this work. To your luck though you heard blown whistles come from the right of you. You sigh in relief seeing the bobbies arrive.

"Ya downa bastard let the lass go or else!" One of the shorter bobbies threatened the downer with his baton in hand.

The older downer rolled his eyes not really caring for the bobbies threat, cackling mentally. "Not until you let the gates open for the rest of us. We want our freedom back!"

The group of bobbies didn't give two fucks about what the downer had to say and ignored his "deal". It didn't mean fuck all to the blokes. All they cared about was how to help get the filthy downer off of you without him hurting you in anyway. They thought over their options carefully, but they had to be fast. Luckily for you they helped your plan into action.

Bingo. A distraction.

With the newfound bravery you smirk ever wider

lifting your leg to kick the man's baby maker, making him cry out in pain and drop the knife he held you hostage with. You go to pick it up while he gasp in pain, running toward the man to kick him down while he's weak, aimed the knife into his forehead without thinking with all your strength. The man scream in agony trying to push you off but you only continued to stab his head that was gushing of blood and brain tissue

The bobbies lowered their batons and stared in shock of what you just did seeing the massacre that just occurred. You stop after a bit breathing heavily throwing the knife to the side standing up kicking the dead bastard that laid before you.

You took a moment to pause to look at the scene below you. You felt... almost thrilled? You thought anyone would after killing a downer, but it wasn't even for that reason. A new sense of blood thirst it felt like. Whatever it was you felt wrong in every way possible, and now your whole dress and mask were ruined by blood and brain matter.

You forgot the bobbies were even with you in the first place til you hear this coming toward you. You had this feeling in your mind that you were in trouble, but how could you be when this was how things were here? Turning around you quickly tried to come up with an explanation to what you just done.

"A-Alright Constables I-I'm-" You stuttered out in fear, lifting your hands up. "I'm never like this- I don't know-"

"Blimey! Now that's how you beat a downa lady!" One of the bobbies exclaimed approaching you. It was the shorter Bobby. He seemed too thrilled to see the blood massacre to your liking. Noticing the downers body he crouched down to look at the downers now destroyed forehead. "Whoa you'd need a lot of strength to do that... impressive." He points out like he was complementing you.

You didn't know how to take it to be honest.

"That was brilliant! Roight in the head there good job we can take it from here!" Another bobby complemented on your "fine" work patting your shoulder with a wild grin. All you do is laugh sheepishly, stepping away from the bobbies.

"Thank you thank you my good sir's, but I must head home now take care!" You tried laughing it off and walk off but you bump into one of the taller bobbies chest by accidental.

"Sorry there missy you alroight?" The kind Constable asked.

You turn around quickly and all you see was the uniform of the Constable. Backing up you could already tell he was half your height just by looking at the attractive Constable, a somewhat familiar Constable that had such an lovely voice too. You swore you met this Constable before, but you couldn't remember his name.

The Constable notices the remaining blood on your clothes. He knew he couldn't do much to clean it expect your mask, so he bent down on his knee.

"Sorry if this seems off putting, but you got some... blood on ya mask still. Ya mind if I wipe it at least some of it off?" He asks kindly pulling out a cloth.

What a kind gesture from a man such as himself. He probably had better things to do then this but here he was being ever so kind so how could you deny the gesture from one of the men that technically help you save your life? With hesitancy you allow him;

"O-Of course Constable! I have a few hours left till I got to go to work anyways." You explain, reassuring the officer of the law. "And it's... kind of hard for me to see anyway, so thank you."

The Constable chuckles from your response,  starting to wipe your mask. "Of course."

He tried as hard as he could to clean it, but a simple rag wouldn't do much. As long as you could see that'd be enough for you to get home safely in his mind. Whilst wiping down the blood off your mask he looked past you to see the downers body being carried by one of his colleague. You saw him cringe a bit from this.

"Jesus, you... really killed him real good aye?" The Constable joked with you to ease your nerves, but you decide not to respond. He could tell him joking about it wasn't going to help so he moved onto something else.

"So tell me miss."

You turn your gaze into his blu- wait. They were brown. Interesting. His eyes were bloody brown. How rare to see something like that on a Constable. Brown was a much gentle kinder colour then the regular piercing blue eyes of the majority of the Constables had.

"I'm surprised you pulled that off. From afar it looked like the downa had a tight grip on ya."

You rubbed your arm shyly with a chuckle "Well Constable, I saw an opportunity to strick when he got distracted by you and your lads. Simple enough."

He hummed at your answer, nodding. "That makes sense. You're one tough cookie when ya can be shy bee."

You feel your cheeks start to flush from the silly nickname brushing it off like you didn't hear it.

"What is your name anyways? You seem familiar to me. I just can't quite remember..." The Constable asks curiously tilting his head. He sounded genuine.

"It's Y/N, my good sir, and thank you." You introduce yourself with a smile.

The Constable seemed to perk up hearing your name. He smiled before removing the rag off your mask. It seemed like in no time at all at least half the blood was cleaned off to his surprise. "Y/N... oh that's right now I remember. You work at Maiden Home yea?"

"That's indeed right Constable, but I'm curious as to how you guessed?" You ask him teasingly, and he seems to get a little defensive.

"I ain't no stalker miss I promise. I just overhead the old ladies talking about ya, is all, and from some of the lads too. They all say you're really kind and of course they're right about that." He says quickly in his defensive, feeling flustered, but all you do is roll your eyes at him.

"You really think my first thought was that you were a stalker? Oh please." Your attitude turned sarcastic seeing his reaction. It was almost too cute not to mess with him- "Word can get around sometimes, but I didn't know such good things were being said about me how charming!"

The Constable sighs in relief now standing up, nodding. "You're a real cheeky one Y/N, but due to my line of work I must continue from here; but not without returning you home safe and sound first with the news of downas running about today." He presents his arm to you leaning forward. "I don't think I can handle seeing you in harms way again ma'am, and I really don't want you to go to work looking like bloody marry all day. Since I know people will freak out seeing your clothes all drenched I know a safer route to get ya back home."

You were shocked at such an offer. It was an offer you didn't want to refuse as you felt safe and comfortable with this particular Constable. You reach an arm out to wrap your hand around his arm with a chuckle.

"I'll gladly take your offer Constable thank you so much, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to ma'am. It's my job to protect the citizens of this fine city after all." The Constable states as you two began to walk toward the back of the city. It would be a bit before this egging question got the best of you, but you just had to ask.

"This might sound a bit intruding, but you also look familiar to me as well, and I'd like to know the Constable that helped with my mask. What's ya name Constable?" You ask in a genuine way, you didn't want to seem rude after all.

The Constable then stopped to look down at you with a cheeky smile. "It's Constable Tommy ma'am."

You couldn't help but smile wider from his smile. It was ever so charming as you two began walking again. "Constable Tommy... a lovely name for a man in service."

You couldn't tell, but the Constable began to flush under his mask from your lovely complement, looking away from this unannounced feeling in his heart.

"Righto ma'am, righto..."

Mixture Of Headcanons - Maxime Le Mal

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Sexual headcanons below NSFW cut

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: SFW and NSFW

Word Count: 737

A/N: As I'm writing this, I feel a tad embarrassed and confused that somehow a badly written French cockroach villian man pulled me out of my 2-3 year writer's block. Wtf-

Anywaysss, onto the regular headcanons and some relationship headcanons, a mixture of things.... for this whimpy whiney shit (I say this lovingly.)

[Headcanons and some ramblings in the tags contain some spoilers. If you haven't watched DM4 yet feel free to swipe by this]

SFW

• Mans will not shut the fuck up about himself, how great he is and how everyone else fucking sucks and he's perfect in every way. VERY sassy, self absorbed, snobby, has anger problems (obvious), and secretly clingy. He thinks he's the shit. You'll just have to... "indulge him" by listening to every small thing he got bothered by that day. Every little thing can set him off. Cannot let grudges go.

• Obviously his thing is that he talks with his hands... a lot. It's one of many ways to tell what type of mood he's in at that moment. Frantic, heavy hand movements, and fingers twitching? He mad. Quick bursts of movement, doing quick little claps and finger tapping? For sure in a good mood.

• Maxime cannot hide his emotions, like at all. One of his weaknesses. He's VERY animated with his body language and voice.

• Many people will not agree with this one, so bare with me. From my own observation he has many traits and behaviours of someone who has a undiagnosed narcissistic disorder, or some other type of undiagnosed personality disorder. [This is just a headcanon of mine please don't jump me- 😭]

• By his fascination and obsession with bugs, I wouldn't be surprised if he was autistic or ADHD... or not, idk. He kinda act like me fr.

• I can imagine when he was still partly cockroach he wore gloves due to increased sensitivity, before the transformation he only wore them as a fashion choice. After AVL de-transformed him, they couldn't reverse everything. What was left was the antennas, some of his strength, and the heightened sensitivity - even afterward he still continues to wear gloves to prevent himself from overwhelming his senses.

• Seen many people theorise that Maxime feels phantom pain often and a great need to spread his non-existent wings and extra limbs after the de-transformation. It makes a lot of sense... It's quite interesting, as sad as it is...

• Fixing, fiddling, and tinkering with anything is one his ways to calm down, also could be considered a type of stim. Uses his cane for the same purpose. Maxime has to fiddle with something in his hands or he'll get absolutely fidgety and agitated with the extra amount of energy he has built up. Often wants someone to be by him as he tinkers and talks away.

• Has a fine taste in fashion (maybe not the giant ahs green coat he has.. but it find it cute.) The outfit he has at the end of the movie though? GAWDDDDDD where do I ever start? BLUEEE IS HIS COLOURRR. (Alsoooo I 100% believe his outfit was inspired by Balthazar Bratt, btw-)

NSFW below the cut! Don't read if it makes you uncomfy.

NSFW

• Soooo his voice... he's well aware people find accents a turn on, so uses it to his advantage when he sees fit ...And on his partner especially (let's just pretend Valentina isn't in the picture). Often when he wants their attention he slows his speech, making sure to drag out every word he says as he flirts with them, letting his French accent go on full force - seeing if he can get any reaction of them. As he does he impulsively switched between English and French. If his partner don't know a single bit of French.... Just for fun he'd speak so many dirty words to them in French, often leaving them confused trying to figure out what he just said to them. If they do speak French like he does, it's fair game. If he doesn't get a reaction out of his partner, he'll keep being persistent til they do, the man does NOT give up easy. (Being mean and teasing his partner is 100% his love language.)

(If his partner have a voice kink, and Maxime finds out, good luck never having a moment of silence ever again-)

• Maxime's kisses are so divine. IT'S not because he's french and that's the stereotype... But he certainly does live up to it. How he kisses his partner can determine how he's feeling in that moment, either wanting attention and love from them... or more, his kisses leaving them a gasp every time. There's never a dull moment, especially when he dips them out of nowhere to give them the best french kisses... Also best be careful, he bites. ;)

• I can see him being the type of man to not rush things, but make it so painfully saken slow for his partner til they break and can't stand it. He loves to be in control, and controlling when his partner can have what they desperately need for some sort of release... He thrives off of it. Torturing them and watching his partner squirm and beg is one of his greatest pleasures.

(If his partner "wrestles with him" and wins, which most of the time unlikely... Maxime's all theirs, their in control now. His partner can do whatever to him.... But careful, he likes to fight back.)

• Will make his partner suffer by making them watch him please himself, knowing how much his partner needs him and want to please him as they watch, struggling to stay put. He just smirks and chuckles the whole time, his accent tickling his partner's ears, adding even more to the torture and pleasure they'd feel later on.

• With how expressive he is, he does not hide it at all in the bedroom. From groans, moans, growls, whines - this man does everything. He feels no shame showing his partner how much they affect him. The look of amusement that covers his partner's features hearing him being so loud gets him even more turned on.

• Is very grabby. By the end of it his partner will be covered in scratches, bruises, hickies, and bite marks. Maxime is surprisingly stronger than he looks, easily pinning his partner down with his skinny frame. Can grip too hard sometimes. When this man gets horny.. HE'S horny.

• Maxime's antennas are extremely sensitive... According to him in DM4. I can imagine them being an extremely sensitive erectile zone if rubbed just right. Depending on his mood it can either go both ways - a wholesome cuddle session with his partner... Or they'll be in either of each other's lair for the rest of the day not leaving the bedroom.... His partner is in for an aggressive, loving ride. I can imagine his antennas twitching more too.

• Maxime is thicker than most. Has an average length just enough to be comfortable with, but his girth will definitely take some getting used to at first. It starts curved upward from the middle, has many veins and textures for his partner to experience.

• Is a very cleanzy man, trims himself quite nicely just enough to have lovely peach fuzz.

• If his eye twitches when he's angry..... Imagine it twitching as he gets close, ahahahah...

• Again, WILL NOT, shut up. Not a single moment will there ever be a silent moment. Talks SOO much shit, so much filth it can honestly get overwhelming with how much he is saying as he pounds into his partner. He's such a little shit as he does this. He knows exactly what to say to get them squirming, whimpering and their blood pumping.

• It's hard to understand him half the time - his English words getting mixed with his native tongue French. In the heat of the moment it's incredible to see, seeing him get so into the intimate moment between his partner that his words get all jumbled up because of them~

A/N: I have so many more ideas and theories for this french fella. I may or may not write more.... If the people demand for it... 👀👉👈 (Hold me accountable plz I'd hate to go into an writer's block again-) I'm pretty rusty from writing atm I'll probably rewrite this a bit later.

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