#yeah they could replicate tea but there’s something about handmade

[theshadowrealmitself]

Thinking about a human who likes to grow plants and make tea from them, completely handmade, suddenly getting an influx of Vulcan customers wanting to experience nonreplicated tea from their home after Vulcan was destroyed

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello! Can I request male reader but gn! Is fine!! With barbatos, like barbatos get a day off and the reader just spoil him with love and affection please 🥺 thank you have a nice day!

Like before, I do try to keep it gender neutral but will suggest to the reader being male or female or atleast AFAB/AFAM - I'm a dude myself so I always get excited when I see male self insert media

Thank you for requesting as always and I'm so glad the barbatos fans are finding my content enjoyable!

A special day off

Barbie:

Are you free today? Lord Diavolo has given me a day off

You:

You're welcome for that!

Of course I'm free!

Barbie:

I should of known it wasn't just his insistence

Barbie:

let us meet at the garden, I have prepared a picnic

You:

It's your day off!

Let me manage it!

Barbie:

As you wish, you'll be in charge of the day when we meet

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You dusted off your sides, for no reason other than being nervous. You wanted to surprise him but it was hard to surprise someone who could see the future and different timelines. Hopefully, you'll be able to throw him off as you switched up your usual get up and gifts.

Barbatos was finally having a day off and you were going to spoil him as much as you could!

He noticed you making your way over, waving as you finally met him at the picnic set up.

"You look stunning, is that a new outfit?"

He gestured for you to spin with a single finger. You lightly chuckled as you did as he asked; trying to make sure he could see the details on your attire.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you." You said, sitting down on the blanket.

"You're so amusing, I appreciate your efforts."

You wanted to huff; you weren't trying to be amusing but you have done many impulsive and silly things before to surprise him. It's like a game to you and he found it entertaining. All you wanted was to make him happy so you couldn't complain too much.

"I also brought extra food! But I'm sure you planned efficiently already."

"I tried to not take everything as you wanted to handle the day."

You grinned, revealing what was inside your basket. There were metal bottles filled with tea; handmade labels on them so you wouldn't get confused. Home made macarons which you replicated the recipe of his favourite brand. You brought little bits and bops for him to have aswell.

He marveled at the sight, slowly pulling out whatever caught his fancy and investigated it.

"I want to spoil you today, i hope you like it."

"you're company is already more than enough, I definitely feel spoiled." He says, sniffing the hot tea with a proud smile.

"I haven't even done everything yet!"

He raised his brow, unsure how you could possibly do anything more. He was an all knowing being but even he couldn't fathom what else you had in store.

"oh? What else could you possibly-"

You pulled out your home made baked treats, adjusting your sitting position. "come, lay your head on my lap."

He froze for a moment. Eyes trialing down to your lap before nodding. A soft blush on his cheeks as he awkwardly lowered himself onto your lap, his cheek squished against your thigh.

"open wide~"

You popped a macaron out of its casing, hovering it near his face.

"You don't have to do that." He mused, placing his hand on the sweet treat.

"i said I wanted to spoil you, please Barbatos, i won't do anything if you're uncomfortable with it, I just want to show you some affection."

He thought for a moment; a small smile growing on his face before nodding. Closing his eyes as he adjusted himself.

"You may proceed."

You laughed, placing the macaron by his lips and let him eat at his pace. You used your other than to run your fingers through his hair, twirling the extended part of it. He hummed as he let himself relax; enjoying the attention.

"oh you have a bit of filling-" Barbatos moved to wipe it but you had other plans, leaning down and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"oh-!" His fingers brushed where you kissed, staring to the distance. "I'm quite liking this special treatment, may I ask you something?"

"of course, what do you need?"

"I'm sure I don't need it but I definitely want it, can you kiss me again?"

You didn't say anything, just bending back down and was surprised when he met you half way. You cradled his face and peppered it with kisses. Slipping in words of praise as you gushed about how amazing he is and how hard he works. Giving his cheeks extra attention with quick passionate pecks.

His face was almost completely red; a wobbly smile on his face as he sighed happily. Kissing your hand as he closed his eyes.

"thank you, I wish for us to do this again."

[hydemeincradle]

I Don’t Play Fair - Oliver/Alice

Word Count: 1286

Notes: Oliver is good at getting revenge - hehehe

(And yes, it’s adult Oliver)

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“This is really it?”

“Yeah.”

“But… It’s so small.”

“If you get any closer, it’s going to go off in your face dummy, move back.” I froze as Oliver’s hands grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards until his chest pressed against me. Leaning down to my ear I heard him continue, “unless you are planning to build another for me. That would be fun to watch. Is helping me not punishment enough?”

A strangled form of mmhmm rattled around in my mouth as I tried to form a coherent sentence, however Oliver grabbed the device and moved across the workshop while I was left standing around trying to catch my thoughts. I hated it when he did that to me – no – I hated what it did to me. His teasing left me a blushing mess which I desperately tried and failed to hide. I didn’t even know if he realised, he hadn’t said anything, at least.

“How are you going to remember which piece it’s in?”

I took a deep breath and stepped closer as Oliver sliced up the double layered carrot cake I’d spent the past day making. Each portion was cut accurately into portions and he set one slice aside.

“Blanc’s piece will be the one with the extra swirl of icing on top.”

Oliver had carefully replicated the icing decorations I’d spent ages on to cover a fake slice of cake, and filled it with the little explosive device of his own invention. He’d said it would splatter the cake in Blanc’s face and no more, but despite his reassurance I was still worried. Placing the fake slice with care, he handed the plate towards me.

“Here you go, now make sure you place that slice closest to him while I make tea.”

I grumbled, “yeah, yeah. I know the plan. But that’s it right? After this you aren’t roping me into anything else?”

Oliver smirked and he had a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Not that I have planned.”

“Wait,” I said starting to panic. “You promised this was it.”

“Do a good job and I’ll accept it as payment,” he said with a chuckle.

I couldn’t help but sigh, wishing I’d never got myself into this mess in the first place. But Blanc’s comment had been too funny. Even now it was hard to keep a straight face remembering it. That was the whole reason I was here helping Oliver out in his workshop. He wanted payback. I’d ended up agreeing to help as I had felt a little bad.

It’d taken me all day to finish off the cake, especially without anyone disturbing me in the Black Army kitchen, while Oliver had been planning and creating the device. It had been fun watching him work at least, his hands were careful and precise.

Outside, night had fallen, replaced by twinkling magic crystal lights. For a brief moment I wondered if Blanc would mind having cake this late… but then he rarely turned down a slice of his favourite.

“Oh what is this I smell?” Blanc smiled as he wandered out from the living room with a book in his hand. “Where have you been hiding such a wonderful cake? We must have some.”

“I’ll make some tea,” Oliver said hurrying off to the kitchen.

“I made it today,” I said trying my best to deflect Blanc’s question. “Would you like a slice?”

“Always, my dear. How can I say no to a handmade cake by a lovely lady?” Blanc settled down into a chair, stopping only to pass me a few small plates he often kept around for cake.

Phew. He seemed to be buying it. I didn’t need any slip ups now, or Oliver would find something else to get me involved in. I could feel his eyes on me as he returned from the kitchen with a steaming pot of tea and nearly dropped the slice of cake I’d plated for Blanc.

“Here you go—oh!”

Before I could stop it, the cake slid off and landed with a dull thump on the table; my heart hammered in my throat as I expected something to happen, but it was fine. Phew.

“How clumsy can you get?” Oliver snapped.

“It’s fine, don’t worry Oliver.” Blanc leant across with his fork, trying to scoop up the cake. “I’ll just use my fork and—”

Boom. Though it wasn’t quite a boom sound, more like a crack then a splat. I’d closed my eyes quick, and opened them to find Oliver with the biggest smile I’d ever seen.

“Oliver,” I hissed, though my words drowned out by his laughing.

I stood, covered in cake, with Blanc also covered in cake, shocked and somewhat surprised Oliver could laugh as much as he was. Despite it all, I felt myself smile, it was good to see him like this for a change.

“I take it this is your doing, Oliver? Did you have to go and ruin the whole cake?” Blanc said letting out a deep sigh.

Wait.

That wasn’t the whole cake. Oliver had taken a slice out… and left it in his workshop. With a devilish smirk I hurried off back to get the last slice.

“Wait,” Oliver called after me. “You better not break anything.” I kept running as Oliver followed, glancing around his workshop for the one slice amongst all his tools and inventions. “Hold on, I have breakable things in—ugh.”

I grinned as the cake landed against his chest, though had really hoped to get his face. This time I was the one laughing, even as the door clicked shut and Oliver stood close.

“It’s only fair.” I said between giggles.

“Fair?” Oliver asked with a smirk. He reached out and ran his long finger down my cheek, before wiping away a small chunk of cake off and then eating it.

I watched him carefully, my heart racing wildly again. What was he doing? Oliver leant in so close I could smell a faint trace of sweat mixed with the sweetness of the cake. His grey eyes twinkled with mischief and then I knew for sure I was in trouble.

“I don’t play fair,” he whispered. Grabbing my ribbon, he pulled me closer and I felt his lips brush my skin. “I shouldn’t let this cake go to waste.”

“Oli—oh.”

I couldn’t help but reach out and grip hold his shirt as Oliver’s tongue rolled up my neck, stopping only for the cake with little nibbles at my skin. Every little movement sent a shiver down my spine and a deep flush spread across my cheeks. As he travelled up my neck, his gentle bites became greedy, and his teeth sent both pleasure and pain through me. Now only inches from my mouth I opened it by instinct, stopping the hard bite against my lower lip. It was all I could do to keep the soft moans from escaping.

However, Oliver pulled away, still with a teasing smirk gracing his lips.

Wait.

What?

What just happened and…

“Where are you going?” I was surprised how needy I sounded, a new desire wanting to escape. He was going the wrong way. I wanted him to stay here.

“Well thanks to my rascal of an assistant, I need to change this shirt.”

As Oliver left me there pouting, I huffed. I didn’t have a clue where to begin thinking about what just happened. I glanced in one of Oliver’s mirrors to see my blushing face staring back and…

Oh no. No. No. No.

I rushed closer to take a good look at my neck only to find a very obvious mark starting to darken.

“Oliver,” I hissed.