#emberly talks

One Piece

Series

The Curious Courtship of Buggy the Clown (LA!Buggy x F!Reader)

Other

LA!Buggy headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

Dad Bod Buggy (Buggy x F!Reader)

Godemiché (Buggy x F!Reader) [NSFW]

The Unskinny Bop (Buggy x F!Reader) [NSFW]

Star Wars

Series

Catch Us If You Can (Cad Bane x F!Reader) [includes Dad Bane stuff!]

Filled With Things to Say (Tech x F!Reader)

Oneshots

My Echo, My Shadow, and Me (TBB!Echo x F!Reader) [on AO3]

Fighting Dirty (Cad Bane x Fennec Shand) [on AO3]

Just a Gigolo (TBoBF!Cad Bane x F!Reader) [on AO3]

Other

ABCs of Sex: Cad Bane (F!Reader)

Trope Ask Game: Echo, Crosshair, Cad Bane

Trope Ask Game: Bossk, Embo, Cad Bane

NSFW Prompt Request: Cad Bane

Fluffy Prompt Request: Cad Bane

Random Headcanons: Cad Bane; Obi-Wan Kenobi

General Tags

#emberly writes

#emberly arts

Fake date: Cad Bane

Getting paid the big bucks to be the bodyguard of a pretty lady for a week? He gets to shoot any goons that threaten you? And he gets to pretend to be your husband and flirt with you and make you squirm to make things look natural? Easiest fucking job he's ever been offered. Where's he sign?

You're so red that he thinks you might blow a blood vessel. "There's, uh, only one bed."

He doesn't fight the toothy grin that creeps onto his face. "S'only natural dat de happy couple sleeps together, darlin'," he says.

You squirm in your seat and turn even redder. It's hilarious. "I-- Yes, but--"

He slides his hand across the table, laying his fingers on your own. You jump and try to jerk away, but he tightens his grip.

"Easy," he purrs. "Keepin' ya safe means keepin' up appearances." He releases you and leans back. "I want de window side. I like havin' de sunrise come up on me in de mornin'."

Slow burn: Embo

Look man, you can't tell me that properly romancing a Kyuzo wouldn't take a while. And that after thirty chapters of interspecies shenanigans, it finally comes to a head and the readers r e j o i c e.

He pulls you closer, resting his hands on your waist. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes drifting closed. Your heart flutters.

You'd spent all week rehearsing the phrase. Kyuzo doesn't come naturally to anyone, and even though the droid said you had gotten it down, you were still nervous. You didn't want to accidentally call his mother a whore, after all.

「 I love you,」 you whisper in Kyuzo.

His breath hitches and his grip on you tightens. His eyes open, glowing orange in the dim light. He releases your waist and his hands come up to caress your face.

The silence is broken by a croaky voice. "...Ee..." he says, slowly. "...lava... yewtu."

It takes you a moment to realize it's coming from Embo himself. "Pardon?"

He swallows. "Ee lava yewtu," he says again, faster.

You repeat the phrase in your head. Ee lava yewtu... Ee lav you too... Ee luv you too...

I love you too.

Enemies to lovers: Bossk

MOUTH IS ALIVE WITH JUICES LIKE WINE AND I'M HUNGRY LIKE THE WOOOLF--

*ahem*

More like prey to pack member, if you catch my drift. Is he supposed to kill you? Sure. But you hate Cradossk. And he hates Cradossk. And you're both after the same target. And the enemy of his enemy is his friend, sooooo...

You stand above the Wookiee, your boot on his chest, blaster aimed at his face. Blood soaks your clothes, your face, even your teeth, curled into a pearly white snarl. It steams in the cool dawn air, coming off your body in smoky tendrils that glow in the light of the rising sun.

You are not Trandoshan. You know nothing of the Scorekeeper. But in this moment, you are the very reflection of Her. Of Her power. Of Her brutality. She smiles upon you for reasons Bossk can't fathom.

But if She smiles upon you, perhaps it is a message that he should do the same.

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Suddenly, he's falling. He lands on his ass with a thud, and before he realizes what's happening, you've grabbed his collar and jerked him into a kiss that nearly fries his circuits.

Slow burn: Crosshair

Melting the asshole exterior to get to the Tootsie Roll center? Yes please! We ain't even accidentally brushing fingertips when we both reach for the gun 'til chapter 45, baby. And his dramatic "don't you die on me" love confession when you're at death's door? Expect no less than six 15,000-word chapters of angsting until it's finally addressed.

The silence between you isn't the comfortable silence that it usually is. It's heavy. Laden. Expectant. Like the air before a Kaminoan thunderstorm.

You break it first, slicing through it like a lightning bolt. "So are we going to talk about it, or are we just going to forget it happened?"

He'd prayed to whatever deity would listen that you'd have been too far gone to remember what he'd said. Just one more bit of bad luck for him. "Just forget it," he says.

He stands up, but you grab his sleeve. Your expression is hard, but your eyes are soft. "Crosshair," you whisper, "I don't want to forget it."

His heart ties itself in a knot.

Enemies to lovers: Cad Bane

*gestures broadly at 'Catch Us If You Can'*

But seriously, this is a natural progression. Falling in love with the mark is such a classic trope. Or even "I despise you but we have to work together or we're both boned" that turns into mutual respect and then and then fuck buddies and then✨something more✨.

"I oughta belt you in the mouth," you spit.

Bane barks a hoarse laugh. "Well? What's stoppin' ya?"

You stare at him for a long, hard moment. You raise your hand, and he's able to brace for the blow that's coming. But it doesn't. You grab his collar and jerk him forwards, slamming your mouth into his.

Well. Not what he expected. But better than getting slapped.

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