#the-greatest-form-of-flattery

[pahtoosh]

the greatest form of flattery

[image ID: a gif of lloyd hansen smugly saying “right back at ya, sunshine” to a phone. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1300 words

warnings: lloyd picks you up like a lot, play fighting, bad word(hell)

a/n: my first lloyd fic! I truly don’t know what came over me—I’ve never even seen the movie. I just thought this idea was so cute and then I had so many more ideas about the dynamic lloyd would have with his little! lots of play fighting and teasing(and kisses because it’s me🤭)

pairing: lloyd hansen x gn!little!reader

summary: Lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache.

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There was little you could do to bother your Daddy. Lloyd reserved all of his patience and understanding for you. You were his little love, so precious and pure. In his eyes, anything you did came from only the best intentions. He could brag for hours about how he had the best little to ever exist, and he taught you scarcely a thing about manners. You were naturally that sweet.

You were grateful that your needs coincided with what Lloyd could give you. Your rowdy days came out when he had more energy to spare chasing you around the yard. Your quiet days fell when he was exhausted from work and only wanted to cuddle in your home’s library, speaking in hushed tones as you escaped into worlds of fantasy. But there were some days when you sought mischief. You just hoped that your Daddy was in the mood to be silly too.

The day before, you attended a birthday party for one of your little friends. It was rare that Lloyd let you partake in events like this. His protective instincts went into overdrive when you showed him the invitation. Rather than giving in to his desire to hide you away, he fell for your pleading eyes and RSVP’d under the condition that he could come along and keep a close eye on you.

An afternoon of bounce castles, water balloons, and party games left you totally knocked out. You fell asleep in the ball pit, and Lloyd climbed in not long after. He scooped you up, resting your tired head on his shoulder as he carried you to the car. He accepted the gift bag from the party host on the way out, deciding that he could also use it to hold the shoes you had taken off before diving into the ball pit.

Feeling refreshed and awake the next day, you were delighted to see the gift bag on your nightstand accompanied by your morning note from Lloyd. He wrote that the package was from your little friend and that you could open it while you waited for him to finish his meetings. You gave his signature a kiss, then placed the note alongside your collection of every note Lloyd had ever written you. He left your little watch on the nightstand too. It was the same shape as your daddy’s, but customized to fit your wrist, and it displayed a digital clock instead of an analog. The screen also had little icons that lit up during snack or nap time. You carefully put on your watch just like how your daddy taught you.

The gift bag was calling your name now. It was simply made of paper, the cartoon animal design being its only saving grace under the scrutinizing eyes of a little. The tissue paper was mostly squished, but it called to you all the same. You dumped out the contents onto your desk, excited to see what you would play with first.

There were the typical favor bag items: stickers, a bouncy ball, and a tiny plastic soldier with a parachute. The bag also had a few little games and snacks. You separated the candy from the bunch and made a mental note about which ones you wanted to eat after lunch. As for the toys, you started with a sticky hand, promptly losing it to your ceiling. The mini dog-shaped puzzle was simple, yet fun. The underwater ring toss tested the last of your patience, but the ball maze lifted your spirits once more.

There were still a few minutes left until Lloyd finished his meeting and you had already played with all the toys in the bag. Or so you thought. You held the gift bag upside down and shook it one last time, hoping for a magical little toy to distract you during your daddy’s absence. Your wish came true when a fuzzy little thing plopped out. It resembled a caterpillar so much, you half expected it to move. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t a fuzzy little creature. It was a fake mustache!

Just like daddy, you thought. You giggled to yourself imagining Lloyd’s reaction to your new look. You carefully peeled away the paper backing and stood in front of the mirror to place the mustache under your nose. The plastic hair tickled a bit, making you sneeze a couple of times. Once you shook yourself off, you practiced a few poses mimicking Lloyd’s stance. His back was always straight, and he sometimes walked with his hands behind as if he were in a museum, which looked extra silly when he was just heading to the kitchen. He also checked his watch with a certain flair and spoke with his head cocked to the side when he was in a teasing mood.

As you checked your little watch, you realized that Lloyd’s meeting would finish soon. You ran towards his office, avoiding the edges of the hallway’s carpet runner because it had a habit of tripping you. Lloyd was closing the door behind him as you barreled towards his form.

“Hey there, honey. What’s got you running like crazy, huh?” He kissed the top of your head and patted you on the back. He hadn’t noticed the mustache yet because you ran with your head tilted downwards for extra speed and hugged his legs instead of jumping into his arms.

“Missed you, Daddy,��� you said, your voice muffled by his slacks.

“Aw, how sweet. Come up here, baby. Do you want some kisses?” He lifted you up, doing a double take when he saw your new accessory.

“Is that-“ Lloyd cut off his own sentence as he burst into laughter. He hugged you close and gave you a few kisses in between his chuckles.

You beamed. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Lloyd nodded, pursing his lips to contain his laughter.

“Now I look like you!”

“Hey now, Daddy’s mustache looks nothing like that,” he defended.

“Does so!” You wiggled out of his arms and struck one of the poses you had practiced. “If you wanna make an omelet-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you.” Lloyd lifted you up and blew a raspberry on your stomach, making you squeal.

“Da- aahh! That tickles!”

“Shame,” he teased, continuing his attack.

You tousled in Lloyd’s arms until he had to readjust his grip. Using this moment of weakness, you poked his ribs, making him fall dramatically to the floor with you in his arms. He laid there breathless for a moment and was about to sit up before you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

“I got you.”

“Hell yeah you did, baby.” Lloyd took a breath. “Pinned your Daddy down. Good job, sweetie.” He patted your thigh, wondering if he’d taught you that move during your self defense lessons or if you’d learned it somewhere else. His train of thought was interrupted but a scratchy feeling on his cheek, followed by a soft pucker.

“Did you just give Daddy a kiss?”

“Uh huh!” You did it again on his other cheek. This time, Lloyd couldn’t hide the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is that how it feels when Daddy kisses you? All scratchy from the mustache?”

“Um.” You touched your mustache as you thought, looking somewhat like a cartoon villain. “Yeah, a little scratchy.”

Lloyd held your free hand in his. “Is it too scratchy? Do you want Daddy to shave off his mustache?”

You shook your head, clinging desperately to him. “No! I love Daddy’s mustache!”

“You do?” he asked.

“Uh huh! Makes Daddy handsome and makes Daddy kisses special!” You demonstrated by pointing to your forehead.

Lloyd sat up and tentatively placed a kiss where you directed, repeating the motion when you wiggled happily.

“See?”

“Okay, honey. Daddy’ll keep his mustache, and you can keep yours too. In a box. Save it for Halloween.”

[home-of-renn]

Summary:

Ever since the day they'd made their shocking debut, Chat Noir has remained a controversial figure. The people of Paris don't treat them the same, and maybe that’s something she should be grateful for.

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Envy: the desire to attain the qualities, possessions or luck possessed by another

Jealousy: a desire to attain the qualities, possessions or luck possessed by another, stemming from insecurity, hostility, bitterness and resentment.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Paris Citizens (Miraculous Ladybug), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: Retrospective, Character Study, They're SOULMATES your honour, the joys of wielding the powers of destruction, Pre-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, obvious favouritism, misguided envy, its not the same as jealousy!, Pre-Relationship, they're just kids someone give them a break, unintended effects of wielding a miraculous, Sort Of, Using a Miraculous Has Side Effects (Miraculous Ladybug), Kinda but not really, tabloids and controversy, 

[much-brighter-ink]

Sorry I'm kinda spam liking/ reblogging from you rn---

No worries, I don’t mind at all!! welcome back to the hellsite :)

[brotherslayer]

Debating whether medlleu is

"My girl is mad at me, I hope I die" or if Medraut would secretly want to see his bby brother pissed at him.

But whichever one it is, I know it's

"Me and my girl don't argue, she hits me with a brick and I walk it off like a man"

♡

definitely "me and my brother don't argue, he stabs me 27 times in the chest and I walk it off like a man"

[dyingcornerpixel]

Hell yeah

[clearbun]

You are the greed mutual. I trust every through that you have about greed. You are yhe most greed to have ever greeded.

Greeb 👍

(Also ron delite, which is great bc he's easily in my top 5 ace attorney characters)

THE GREATEST HONOURS.......... all a man could want in life <3

[vladdyissues]

https://(at)tumblr(com) vladdyissues 711334649598820352/wll6mvt8jtvs

@Vlad to his obsession with Danny

Yes, yes

[amysstarlesslife]

something about the lumiat and how the master wants to be the doctor SO BAD !

[gothamcity-official]

For Halloween, do not wear a domino mask, cowl, or helmet if you are dressing up as one of our vigilantes. This is both common courtesy and for your safety so you do not get mistaken for one if there is an emergency. 

We also advise those dressing as the more benevolent rogues to make sure that you do not look exactly like them. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but we do not need a repeat of Nightwing punching a civilian because he thought they were Harley Quinn.

[softonshanks]

Hi!

Your fic about Sanji was amazing, which is why I’m here with another request 😊

How do you think Zoro and Sanji (separately) would change and behave in a relationship? 💖

Hey, thank you so so much! Sorry if this one took time, I thought it through! Hope you like it (: Zoro

Zoro is notoriously independent, and getting into a relationship doesn’t change that overnight. At first, he struggles with understanding the subtle nuances of being with someone—he’s used to relying on himself and chasing his goal of becoming the world’s greatest swordsman. But, slowly, he starts to realize that having someone who truly cares for him doesn’t weaken him; it actually strengthens his resolve.

He won’t be the type to express his feelings through long, romantic speeches. Instead, Zoro shows his love through quiet acts of devotion. He sharpens his partner’s blades if they’re a swordsman too, or he makes sure they always have food when they’re training or recovering from a fight. He won’t say much, but the way he instinctively moves to protect them in battle speaks louder than words ever could. He’ll also try harder to stay awake when they’re together—something that’s not easy for him, considering his nap habits.

Zoro doesn’t change in the flashy sense, but he becomes more aware of his surroundings. He’s always been protective of his crew, but now he’s fiercely protective of his partner, though he trusts them to fight their own battles. He still gets lost constantly, but now he finds himself checking over his shoulder to make sure they’re nearby. If they’re separated, he feels an unfamiliar twinge of discomfort until they’re reunited. His pride may prevent him from admitting it outright, but he values their presence more than he lets on.

In private moments, Zoro’s surprisingly tender. He’ll lie back with them in the crow’s nest or under the stars, his hands resting behind his head, and let them curl up against him. It’s quiet, but the silence between them feels natural, not forced. He’s not one for excessive physical affection, but sometimes he’ll run his fingers through their hair when he thinks they’re asleep. When they’re truly alone, he might even rest his head on their shoulder or let them lean on his chest, murmuring something gruff like, "Don’t get used to this," though they both know he doesn’t mean it.

Though Zoro’s heart remains focused on his dream, he learns that loving someone doesn’t distract him from his goals—it gives him one more reason to achieve them. He fights harder because now there’s someone he wants to protect, someone who makes the idea of surviving the next battle even more important.

Sanji

When Sanji enters a relationship, it deepens his already ingrained sense of devotion and care, but it also introduces new facets to his character.

In the early stages, Sanji will go above and beyond to make his partner feel special. He’ll pull out all the stops with grand gestures: candlelit dinners on the ship's deck, flowers arranged in intricate patterns, and love letters that might rival any romantic poet's. His cooking will reach new heights as he constantly experiments to create dishes that his partner will adore. Every meal becomes an expression of his affection.

Despite his over-the-top romanticism, Sanji’s behavior becomes even more attentive and protective. He’s always been chivalrous, but now he’s even more vigilant. He keeps an eye out for their safety in combat, sometimes even prioritizing their well-being over his own. His protective nature becomes apparent not just in battle but in everyday moments—whether it’s ensuring they’re comfortable in a rough sea or defending them from any form of insult or danger.

Sanji’s relentless charm and flirtation with others will soften considerably. While he still appreciates the beauty of women, his attention and flattery will be reserved for his partner. He may still cook for the crew and be a gentleman, but his flirtatious remarks will have an affectionate, teasing edge when directed at his loved one.

He’ll also struggle with balancing his desire to protect with respecting his partner’s independence. At times, his overprotectiveness might come off as smothering, but he’ll be learning to navigate this, respecting their space while still being ready to support them in any way he can.

Sanji’s cooking becomes an act of love, and he often creates special dishes that hold personal significance, from a meal that reminds him of their first date to a recipe that reflects something they shared together. When he’s feeling unsure or overwhelmed, he’ll retreat into the kitchen, using cooking as a way to process his feelings and reaffirm his commitment to them.

In quiet moments, away from the bustling ship and the crew’s antics, Sanji reveals a more vulnerable side. He’ll let his guard down, showing them the man behind the perfect image—the one who dreams of a peaceful life with them, where they can enjoy simple pleasures together. He might not always be articulate about his feelings, but his actions will speak volumes: the way he holds their hand, the way he listens intently to their stories, and the way he lights up when they’re around.

Ultimately, Sanji’s relationship brings out his deepest qualities—his loyalty, his nurturing nature, and his romantic heart. He’s driven by the desire to make them happy, and this only intensifies his passion for his dreams and his role within the crew. Loving someone makes him more grounded, but it also makes him more determined to build a future where he can share his life and love with them, all while continuing to support and cherish his friends and his culinary aspirations.

[nookisms]

One of my favorite things is when people think @thatsbelievable posts are from real old timey newspapers. Buddy that's "the greatest form of flattery is imitation" right there. I don't think anyone was writing about the quiet gorillas commiting muffled acts of violence in 1897.

[finniestoncrane]

Since I'm being Riddler this year for Halloween it made me think uhhhhh how would the Riddlers react to reader wearing their outfit? Also love your writing btw Finnie :>💚

Wearing Their Outfit

Riddler Headcanons AH thank you lil bug!! and a happy halloween everyone but especially everyone who is dressing up as the riddler in one capacity or another 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive stuff, nothing explicit i don't... think

arkham

regardless of which outfit you steal from him, the suit, the sweater vest, or the ratty vest and shirt combo he's gonna be annoyed. quite annoyed actually

you're sullying them! you don't deserve to wear them! what if people mistake you for him? he can't have that kind of damage to his reputation

so you better remove them, right now. and he doesn't care if you're then left naked and embarrassed, that's your problem. and it'll serve nice as an apology to him to get to see you in that state

zero year

he gets what you were going for, imitation is after all the greatest form of flattery and he can't deny that he deserves all the compliments in the world

but this is the wrwong way to please him, because here you are putting on more clothes, when he would rather you remove all clothes

the hat, however... that can stay on actually. you might have to hold on to it though, because he can't guarantee he'll be gentle with you

unburied

one of the very few times he has ever felt genuine adoration for you outside of his dry, sarcastic way of showing affection was when you borrowed his sweater

the one barbara gave him to wear, stained with his blood, torn and ripped and damaged, but a comfort item for him

and to see you all cosy and wrapped up in it, he can't help but consider that you might even be cuter than he is. but only just!

btas

that hat suits you but his shirt is a little big. doesn't matter though, because for first time in his life he's confused! he doesn't really know what to do

first of all, it seems to strange that something can be cute and sexy at the same time? you can't make his heart skip a beat and his cock hard at the same time, surely?

well, if anyone can, it's you. but that begs the question: what does he do next? smoosh your cheeks together? or... bend you over and clap the other set of cheeks?

dano

he'd lose his god damn mind, regardless of what you have underneath that coat, because his imagination is already running wild

just think how delightful it would be to peel back that mask while he was inside of you, revealing your face in pure ecstacy

even better if you were splattered in the blood of his enemies, but hey he's not going to be picky. the jacket and the boots are plenty

twojar

oh fuck yeah, because here's the thing about that outfit: the shirt isn't unbuttoned, it just doesn't have buttons

which means if you're wearing it he's getting a solid look at your chest, always a positive for him because getting to see any part of your body makes his day

but it proves a bit distracting for him while he's working on his overthrow of joker, so contrary to his desires, you might need to cover up

gotham

can we stay with sweet eddie? season 1 eddie? losing his mind over walking in on you in one of the labs wearing his lab coat, some rubber gloves, and his spare glasses?

the blushing, the flustered stuttering as he tries to ask what you're doing, knowing full well exactly what your intentions are but still finding it hard to believe

because how could this possibly be real? since this is exactly the same thing he dreamed about the ight before. and the night before that. and the night before that. and the night...

[theoneofwhomisblue]

Wunkicry is the greatest form of flattery

[realjrwiquotes]

day 157

Gillion: I try putting it [a mirror] in my mouth. Grizzly: Your what.

Riptide #68 Part 2: The Greatest Form of Flattery submmitted by @starsinoursystem

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Lifelines Intertwined

Chapter 2

Valkyrie x Reader

Summary: Sword fighting that leads to intriguing conversation.

Word count: 1.2k

Soulmates, Slow burn, Fluff, Angst.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling <3

Masterlist | This Series Masterlist | AO3

Let The Flames Begin

After a couple of days of The King making sure you’re adjusting well to New Asgard, she offers to train with you as a bonding activity. The reality is that she wants to test your abilities, she has grown a liking towards you and you get along together, but all that means nothing if your skill in the battlefield isn’t up to her standards.

She takes you to an open field behind the palace and hands you a weapon. You haven't had a lot of experience with swords, but you must admit, you've always been kinda drawn to them.

Feeling a little out of your element, you take a defensive approach, fending off her attacks, hoping to find an opening to retaliate.

"Are you a sword fighter?" she asks, as you dodge a strike to your shoulder.

"Not really."

"You're quite good." You’re too focused on not getting hit to catch the impressed tone of her voice.  

"Thank you, and here I thought you were going easy on me."

"I would never insult you like that." This time, you hear her clear enough for her words to make you blush, but you quickly shake them off before taking a swing at her neck, which she only barely evades by leaning her body backwards, "Where'd you learn that move?" she pants, repositioning to start again.

"Uh, I've trained with the Widows a lot, although they're more of the knives and daggers kind."

She resumes the combat, "Daggers are fun, they're like tiny swords."

"Yeah, they hurt just as bad," you snark.

"Aw, are you in pain right now?"

"Of course I am, I’m an average human!"

She is really trying to push you to your limit now that she is satisfied with your performance, "You are anything but average," your heart skips a beat at her flattery, "you’re slightly shorter," she counters.

You scoff in disbelief at her taunting, "Oh sorry, I forgot my ten inch boots," you bite back as you attack her legs.

"I need them to seem more commanding."

"If you wanted to be taller, why not wear a crown?"

"Because crowns are stupid, if you must wear a crown to let people know you're The King, you're not doing your job right," she objects, "authority is not about clothing, it's about how you handle yourself."

You use your free hand to wave your cape as a distraction, "Then why did you put me in such a silly outfit?"

She almost falls for it, "It helps with presence."

"How come you don't have to wear one?"

"This King does paperwork." She emphasizes her sentence by pushing you onto the ground and pointing her sword to your chest.

You can’t help the smile that forms on your face, "I need a break." Valkyrie helps you up, and you both go get some water.

"Let’s change the subject, who's your favorite Avenger?"

You side eye her, "Really?"

"Yes, really." She would hate to admit it, but you definitely did a number on her surpassing even her greatest expectations.

"I mean, it's gotta be Danvers."

"Hmm, I agree."

"I thought you were gonna say Thor."

She chuckles, "Have you met the guy?"

"Haven’t had the pleasure."

"That’s why," she scrunches up her nose, "have you met any of the new recruits?"

"Not all of them, I met Kamala, she's very sweet."

"Isn’t she adorable?" you both sit on the ground to rest, "You know Bishop? She's got a pretty face on herself."

Your brows furl, "I didn't think archers were your type."

"I didn't say she was my type," she smirks as she chugs a water bottle.

You can’t help but pry, "Then, what is your type?"

She looks you in the eye as she swallows the last drops, "Sword fighters."

You go again for a few more rounds, and when you’re done, she congratulates you on your good work, dismissing you for the day.

You go to your quarters to take a shower and rest up. You weren’t aware you could do all that with a sword, and you can’t help but feel that Valkyrie had something to do with it. It all felt so natural, like you were meant to wield a sword your whole life.

Valkyrie goes back to her office to continue working, feeling beyond impressed with you. She had purposefully given you a sword to see how you would fend knowing it wasn’t your weapon of choice, but after your session, she is beginning to think Carol lied to her about that.

It’s been a little over a week since your arrival to New Asgard and you've been mostly running errands for The King. It's certainly the easiest job you've had to do since you joined S.H.I.E.L.D., but also the most boring. You spend most of your time sitting in Valkyrie's office watching her work.

You’ve been doing a good job of staying in your lane and sitting still, but today that seems nearly impossible for you. You feel your brain running a thousand miles per minute causing you to fidget and continuously bounce your leg at incredible speeds.

About halfway through the workday, you cannot take it anymore, so you stand up and wander around The King’s office for the very first time. You look around at all the decorations laid so carefully around the room, but refrain from getting too close to Valkyrie’s desk so as to not disturb her work. Instead, you walk to the wall lined with a collection of weapons on display.

"Are these all yours?" you ask without looking away from the wall.

Valkyrie quickly glances at you before going back to her desk, "Of course."

Your eyes land on the centerpiece of it all, and you gasp in disbelief, "Is that the Dragonfang?"

"Indeed."

"May I?"

She smirks, finally putting her work to the side, "Knock yourself out." You grab the sword carefully and give it a few swings feeling all the power within it.

"What do you need so many weapons for when you have this one?"

"I like to switch things up from time to time," she shrugs. It is only now that she realizes what’s going on, "Princess," she begins, "I know that the work you've been doing here has been less than amusing, and I’m glad because that means my people are safe. However, I can't really let you go yet as the threat hasn't been cleared." Leave it to The King to apologize for your job being boring.

"That's alright, King, I’m still getting paid the same," you reassure her as you place the Dragonfang back on the wall.

She turns her chair to face you directly and crosses her legs, "You’re getting paid?"

You freeze in place, "Was I not supposed to say that?"

"I thought you were here because you liked me."

Relief washes over you as you realize she is just teasing you, "Of course I like you, I would have already left if I didn’t."   "Is there anything you've left behind to be here?" she pries, looking at you intently, and making you tense up again.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have family? Loved ones?"

"Not really, I’m quite the lone wolf, my life's too messy," you explain, retreating into yourself lightly.

"So, no partner?"

"No partner." It's not like you don't want one, but with a soulmark like yours, they've not been exactly easy to find.

Chapter 3

[shkika]

YOU

I LOVE HER TBH EYES

whn you are an artist the greatest form of flattery is someone peering into the deeper meaning of your art