#I wouldn't be surprised if the glass of wine was made of sugar

[readychilledwine]

Hi, I would like to begin by saying that your writing is amazing and I love your works. I would like to make a request. Reader and Eris are friends that secretly crush on each other. The night before Eris' birthday, reader takes him to a fancy restaurant and surprises him with a birthday celebration there. Reader brings Eris to her home and gifts him but he tells her she's his favourite gift and the Reader is shook aghhhhhhhh then you can continue it however you want with fluff or 🔥.

I had a short piece similar to this in my WIPS. With some love, time, and adjustments, I kind of made a middle ground between the two!

Always Been Yours

Summary - After Beron decides to trap you in the Forest House, you are still determined to make Eris's birthday special.

Warning - implied smut towards the end, mentions of Beron controlling reader a little

The moment Eris laid eyes on you at his 5th birthday celebration, he began to believe in love.

At that tender age, he had never seen a female who had the grace and kindness to rival his mother, nor whose laugh made his stomach feel like he was about to throw up at any second. Plus, you were pretty. You were Lady Autumn pretty. And young Eris knew he could make you Lady Autumn.

The feeling was mutual. You found the young lordling charming, funny, and kind of cute for someone who definitely had coodies. The two of you spent the night dancing, consuming too much sugar, and running from the grownups together.

That childhood infatuation turned to teen tensions quickly when you both grew and aged together. Countless stolen moments and glances had the heir absolutely hooked. You were shy, while he was bold, and you hid that crush from him so well. Oftentimes causing the heir to wonder if he was alone in how he felt.

But none of that truly mattered, you were his first love, his only love, and Eris, in an irrational and dangerous decision, made the choice to show you that when you two first become adults. He tracked you down one night after a hard fight with his father, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand, and took you to his chambers. You haven't left them since almost 200 years later.

Marriage to Eris was not easy. Beron was constantly a wedge between you two, causing small fights, pushing buttons you hadn't even known you had until becoming his daughter in law, using you to push buttons Eris prayed wouldn't cause him to try to execute his father before he was truly prepared and ready.

In those chambers, though, your marriage and making chambers, there was no Beron, to war, no duties, no obligations. There was only love, burning passion, and emotional understanding. There was only the two of you.

You stood checking your dress in the mirror one more time. The red velvet clung to every curve, the open neckline would give him a peek of two of his favorite parts of your body, and it hugged your waist so tightly you looked like the hourglass he kept on his office table.  You had curled your long hair, allowing it to fall freely down your exposed back, and accessorized it with the golden leaf shaped hair pins Eris had given you for your 16th birthday.  You looked stunning, you felt stunning. 

You moved to the table for two you had asked the staff to bring in, setting it to perfection as you added the food to the center and opened his favorite bottle of red to allow the wine to aerate. You had the kitchen prepare his favorite. Rabbit stew, fresh baked rolls, apple pecan side salad, and pumpkin pie. 

All of this for his birthday. His 505th birthday, you smiled to yourself. All of this to not only celebrate him, but to celebrate the now 500 years you two have known each other.

You had planned more hoping to take him out to a restaurant in the Night Court and spend a weekend away in the cabin you two shared, but after the run in with Koschei and the mortal queen, Eris wanted to keep you here. Beron may have been a vain male, but he was not stupid. He would not allow harm to come your way in his home for fear it would make him look weak. You adjusted the many presents from yourself and your friends on the separate table, smiling as you stepped back. 

Everything was perfect. Just absolutely perfect.

You lit the candles, setting the ambience in the room, and lowered the fae lights before staring at the clock out of nerves. Right on time, the door handle twisted. "My love, you will not believe who.." Eris trailed off, eyes locking on you before studying the room. "What is this?"

"Happy birthday."

"Y/n, dearest you did not have to do all of this." Eris set the reports down. Looking around the room. He paused, his nose sniffing the air. "You spoil me."

You walked to him, placing your hands on his warm chest. He brought his own warm hands to yours before leaning down to kiss you. "I had the kitchen make your favorites." Eris chuckled as he gave you another gentle kiss. "And there's presents."

He held your hand, pulling you to the table. "Sit," you commanded gently. You took the empty wine glass in front of him, pouring the aged Autumn Court Pinot Noir into the glass and setting it down for him before moving to serve him. 

You had not served Eris a meal since your mating ceremony many years ago. His father typically ensured you two ate with the rest of the family, thus allowing the High Lord control of your food intake. 

Eris was watching you, his eyes beginning to burn into your dress, wondering if you were hiding something pretty for him to bite and rip off underneath. 

Your love language, he quickly learned was gifts and acts of service. His was physical touch and time.

And Gods was he taking his time undressing you with his eyes. You felt your face flushing as you finished setting the food in front of him before serving yourself. "You look delectable, y/n."

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling that flush deepening under his gaze. "Thank you, husband." He smirked. 

Years. Years has passed and he still gave you butterflies. He still made your hands shake and nervous. Years had passed and you still had a crush on your husband.

You two ate with your fingers laced together over the table, small twinned smiles on your faces as you spoke about his day and recent Court gossip. 

He helped you clear the table, summoning servants to take everything but the wine and the pie as you began to move him to the couch in front of where all the presents sat. "Those aren't the gifts I'd like to unwrap right now, dearest," hands found your hips, squeezing them softly. Eris leaned in, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck. 

You sunk into him, sighing as you exposed more of your neck. "But Er, there's so many good ones this year."

He grabbed your chin gently, turning your face and leaning to ensure you two were making eye contact. "My favorite gift has always and will always be you, y/n." He pulled you into him, turning you in his arms as he placed a heated kiss on your lips. "You would not deprived the birthday boy of the gift in the prettiest wrapping, would you, darling?"

You shook your head, "Never."

"Let me show you how much I love you," he kissed your wrist, "how I adore you," a a kiss on your collarbone, "and much I love this pretty little dress." 

The butterflies set in. The butterflies he had given you since you were little. The butterflies stayed as you two kept the romance, crushes, and desire burning so brightly it could have lit every hearth and warmed every home in the realm. 

Eris walked you backwards across the room, kissing you as his hands unlaced the dress, and lifting you as he felt it start to fall. 

"So beautiful. Now, spread your legs like a good girl and give me my favorite birthday treat."

[merakiui]

Meraaaa, if you had to assign a snack/drink to each of your fics, what would you choose for them? (Plsss include the upcoming riddle fic, i want to see what you'll choose for it!)

Ooooo a snack/drink for each fic... :O I'll write it for my twst fics!

✧ fairy-tale felicity (upcoming Riddle fic) - cinnamon apples

✧ the most dangerous game - takoyaki, but rather than octopus there is a surprise inside. (is it made with eel or other ingredients you wouldn't normally put in takoyaki? the only way to find out is to try some hehe. <3)

✧ death row undertow - this is just a snack for jade leech and jade leech only but,,,,, raw human meat

✧ 365 - trail mix, but the best parts have been picked out and so all you're left with are the nuts :(

✧ monops's reflection - dark chocolate sea salt caramels

✧ havfruens forelskelse - cream pan

✧ long-distance love - monster energy

✧ his blueberry eyes (anagapesis in paradise) - blueberries

✧ simply business - trey clover's famous strawberry tarts

✧ contractual codependency - konpeito

✧ flightless in the corporate sea - espresso

✧ eden - the forbidden fruit

✧ crow & goat in courtship - red wine

✧ boyfriend - black forest gâteau

✧ love me not - strawberry milk or lemon bars (I couldn't decide. >_<)

✧ sea glass - coconut

✧ 100% - earl grey tea

✧ never-ending noctuary; love forevermore - chamomile tea

✧ 11:11 — sugar dew sewn anew - salt (tears) and iron (blood),,, not a snack at all, but more so flavors of the fic.

[bantinglikewilliam]

My first Banting dinner! Pepperoni, leftover palak, three little rusk like crackers, claret, sparkling water, and other food tbd, probably gyro slices. Tea not pictured because I chugged it, Constant Comment is lit.

So I made several mistakes and had several victories today.

Mistakes:

- Reorganizing kitchen so no way to cook right now, and I did not sleep well, so when I got hungry I also got lazy. I had a few ounces of butter, a protein shake and half a small bag of keto almond crackers like I would normally do keto. By 8pm I had a stomachache, a mild headache, and burps. It was almost 12 hours in between meals which I think was a big mistake because I was active and moving about for hours. I don't do well if I don't sleep more than 6 hours and don't eat during the day. Breakouts, colds, all kinds of mildly annoying things happen. Since eating my symptoms have improved greatly, but after eating everything on the plate except the salmon and most of the two beverages I'm still feeling bloated and will have more baking soda water apres diner.

- Forgot salmon was forbidden. I didn't have a problem not eating it though- this was a different brand of smoked salmon than I usually buy and it smelled and tasted like ointment, so I only had a small bite. I'm gonna take it back, it's that bad, I wouldn't even give it to my dog as a treat.

- Thought I had berries in the fridge, but they were moldy.

Victories:

- I had never heard of Claret, and so imagine my surprise when I found it at Walmart. I read up on it and was prepared to buy Bordeaux or Merlot or Cabernet Sauvignon, but Francis Coppola made it easy! It's smooth and very good, not too sweet or acidic.

- Walmart had Claret, and I found a rustic style Italian bread without any added sugar, but they did not have melba toast or anything like it. I wanted my crackers though, so I bought one of those meat and cheese to-go snack packs. They were very, very dry, but a little garlicky, and I felt like a rebel. In fact, I think I'm going to determine exactly how much one ounce of bread is, toast it up, and munch on it while I continue to sip my first glass of claret and enjoy some gyro meat. The wine is surprisingly filling, but I'm definitely still hungry!

[cherrykindness]

let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

[spikesbimbo]

Silver spoon

Pairing: ukai Ikkei x f!reader

Tags: made this a Mafia au just so he would have a reason to have a gun, nurse!reader, actual age agp, gilf, gun play, gun fucking (?), idk giving his gun sum sloppy toppy, oral sex, creampie

Summary: how to be a beneficiary 

wc: 3.5k

@keishinslove , come get ur mans, ; ), @fawn-daydreams thanks so much for the pic! @dreamsandabyss

18 + Minors dni

“Look, someone has to have it...” he spoke into the phone, leaning back as you did with him. The feeling of his warm body against yours putting you to sleep, resting your head on his chest as you curled up into him. 

His smirk widened as he ran his hand down your sides, enjoying your company as you grew more comfortable in his lap, the feeling of cold hard metal touching your skin as you adjusted yourself on his legs, seeing it peek from below his waistband, handle hanging out of his belt reminded you of what he was, breaking you out of your daydream.

Looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest and neck, pulling away from his stroking his scuff and fingers untangling themselves from his golden chain. Getting off his thighs seeing as this call was going to last long, legs growing numb, jestering with your hands that you were going to the kitchen, responding with a subtle nod as he watched you leave.

Hearing his voice get sterner, sending chills down your spine as his tone changed completely. “Send guards up there to get him…. and hold him until they arrive.” Seeing that he got confirmation, as his head tilted back, a sigh escaping lips as he rubbed his eyes. Eyebrows furrowing, not knowing if you should have left him there alone, just putting it in the back of your head that you left some time for him to cool down.

Walking down the staircase headed towards the kitchen, almost still getting lost in this villa as you remember him telling the first time you came here ‘it was down the staircase and to the left’. Stopping to look at the big picture of him hung up on the wall followed by many others, looking like a victorian portrait encased in the glass frames made you realize how big of a name they really were, generations following you down the hall as you continued moving down the steps.

Finally seeing the walls of windows and the bar you felt relieved, walking up to the fridge and opening it, seeing every drink but water. Grabbing some type of lemonade as you leaned against the marble counter while you took a sip, tasting the unknown alcohol in it as it hit the back of your throat, quickly coughing while smacking your chest a few times to calm it down. Tears filling your eyes as you shakily set the glass down.

“Sorry about that. Should've probably just drank it all yesterday.” 

You turned your blurry eyes to see his grandson, an almost spitting image of him when he was younger, noticing him handing you some water that you wanted in the first place.

“What a surprise...” you choked out, lifting the bottle to your mouth, throat finally feeling some ease.

The two of you had an almost sibling-like relationship, starting from the moment he met you after you patched his friend up in an alleyway, not even questing or caring why, moving on with your day like nothing happened.

Guessing you were on your way home from work, seeing you in scrubs, and after running into you again he swore it was fate. Persuading you to join them as you easily said yes, knowing you wouldn't say no the salary and the ‘benefits’ that came along with it, just wanting to finally relax with your student loans paid off.

But the last thing he would've expected after all of this, was you, with his grandad. Essentially getting yourself stuck in this kind of life, knowing that you'd never be able to leave as soon as they found out you were 'with’ him. But you obviously had a smart head on you, letting you do whatever your heart wanted as he supported you. Grabbing another drink from the bar, this time knowing it was alcohol as you two joked around for a minute.

A smile appearing on your face when you heard steps walking towards you, seeing ikkei appear from the corner of the hallway as keishin turned his head and guessed right, looking at you already skip over to him like a puppy following its owner.

Greeting you while he let you cling onto him, arms wrapped around his as he lifted his hand saying hello to his grandson. All his attention on your pretty little smile as his thumb traced your cheek, bringing up your hand to his lips, placing his lips on it gently as you were acting like you've never been touched before, giggling shyly into his arm as he chuckled out.

Keishin gagging at the sight before him, “Why don't you just retire already,” not wanting to see this cringy shit anymore, but deep down just wanting him to be safe and content, never seeing him smile this hard in his life. Knowing he's never felt this way before, his ex wife being set up by an arranged marriage, she wasn't bad but he definitely didn't love her along with her complaining, but luckily a quick swipe of his card shut her up, finally divorcing after all theses years.

“My dad isn't still too young to take over, you know?”  

“No.” he stated, stepping outside to light his cigar, resting his back against the wall as he took a puff. “Great men are taught, not born.” He uttered out, choking on the smoke as he brought it back up to his lips. He was dependable, not regretting having his son at a young age, but swearing to never push this life on his son and grandson until he was gone.

“Yeah, he's stubborn.” keishin uttered under his breath, running his hands through his hair as he grabbed his drink and keys, walking towards the door while waving a quick goodbye to you.

“How the hell is someone younger than me gonna be my step grandma, can’t get someone your own age to date you?” he chuckled out in awe. But at the end of the day he was on your side, family was family, defending you like your own personal bodyguard. Hearing something along the lines of “She’s some old man’s sugar baby.” almost daily until he ‘took care of it’ a few months ago.

“You're just mad, that an old man like me gets more than you.” ikkei laughed, coughing out the rest of the smoke while coming up behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist already pulling you back to his office as you gladly let him.

“Ok, shitty old man.” keshin replied, closing the door behind him. He knew it wasn't because of the money or the power, because there were many other men on his level trying to win your attention. Thinking there must be something going on in your head to be with him, and there was.

Love.

The first man to ever make you feel some type of way, to make you blush. Was it practical, no. Putting it to the back of your head that he would be long gone by the time you were even close to his age.

But the way he made you feel so light and free around him after only being here for a while. Looking into your eyes as you fixed him up, making you genuinely laugh as he didn't want you to stress over him, surprising him that you were just naturally calm.

You two fell for each other quickly, not even lasting a week before you two fucked. Hearts appearing in your eyes around him; not caring about having your own family, just becoming part of his as he always kept his promises. 

“You wanna go out later.” he said loosely wrapping his hand around your waist, pulling you back into his lap. “m’sorry i haven't had time for you lately.” Looking up at his gray hair, eyes moving down to his body still this toned after all these years, aging like the finest wine.

“No.” you mumbled out, fingers running down his chest, getting caught up in his chain again. “Just wanna…..stay with you.” A shy smirk appearing on your face as the words left your lips.

Leaning into your shoulder, lips touching your neck as he whispered into your ear, scruff tickling your jaw as you let out a slight smile.“Stay with me, hmm? And what does that entail...?” 

Already getting off his thighs, standing in front of him as you ran your hands up your body, his joining you as he wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him, chin resting on your stomach while his hands gently rested on your hips. “No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have.” he said, hands lingering on you.

He had no shame in admitting it, his words plaguing your head, “I always tell the truth, no matter how hard it is.” Looking up to your flustered face, no one could ever make you feel as loved and appreciated as him.

“Ok old man.” you giggled out, taking your time stripping in front of him. Resting your hand on his shoulder for support as you slowly slid your skirt down, hugging your ass just right as you felt his soft, intense gaze never once leaving you. Eyeing you up as you fumbled with your buttons, hands meeting yours taking it off for you, being bare as the day you were born.

“You getting on your knees pretty girl?”

Nodding while letting out a quiet, shy “yeah” at the words that left his mouth. Lowering yourself onto the ground, trying to replace your timidness that only came around him. Hands resting on his knees working their way up his thighs, his stress already disappearing as your fingers played with his zipper, eyes locking with yours as you pulled it down.

The nervousness leaving you as his warm hand rested on your cheek, whimpering in need as your gaze fell on the hard cold metal that was standing before his cock. Resting on his abdomen, cunt growing wetter at the thought of the previous events, wanting it in your mouth, fucked down your throat.

Reading your mind, already loosening his pants enough to set it free. Pointer finger resting on the side as he parted your lips, immediately giving way. Tongue sticking out lewdly, spit and drool already falling off the tip of it, his other hand angling it down toward your mouth. “You trust me, don’t you Baby?”

Moaning out another muffled “yeah” at the weight of the barrel resting on your tongue, pushing it deeper down your mouth, the whines getting caught at the back of your throat. Body growing tingly, cunt leaking onto the floor as he gently bobbed your head head back and forth until you got the hang of it.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck... your sweet little mouth taking it all.” Whimpering at his words, eyes fluttering open at him, meeting his gaze as your vision grew blurry. Hands reaching for his cock, working there way up his thighs until you felt his bulge, groaning at the touch. Wanting to make him feel as good as you.

Letting your spit make a mess on his fingers as he slowly pushed the glock farther down until you choked on the muzzle. Pulling it out at the lewd sound of your wet gasp, catching your breath, looking at your lashes still wet, lips covered in drool. Dragging the spit covered barrel down, sliding between your tits pressing it against your nipples, shivering at the cold feeling. 

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?”

Nodding quickly, letting out a strained “mhmm” as you moved your fingers around the base of his cock. Adjusting himself as he stroked it a few times before letting you take control. A moan leaving his mouth as you tilted your head to kiss his tip, parting your lips without his help as you flicked your tongue against it, your shiny lips making a mess already.

“Fuck angel, such a good girl. Open up that little mouth more for me sweetheart.” His hand came behind your neck, the firm grip leaving your mouth open as he pulled himself out, admiring the sight below him as the praise made you listen to his silent command. Soft wet smacks from him slapping the head of his cock against your tongue, looking so lewd, like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

“… goddamn baby. Fuck…”

His scratchy voice letting out another moan as he leaned back onto the headrest of the couch. Your trembling hands gripping onto his thighs, nails leaving imprints as he continued to abuse your throat. The office was quiet besides the filthy wet sounds of you choking around him.

Opening your lids and gazing up at him, pupils so wide and eyes so red. Looking the prettiest you could, so needy and compliant, letting him use your throat as he pleased. “That’s it, angel… oh, fuck…m’gonna-”

Tears freely down your cheeks as you gagged, little strings of saliva dripping from your chin, body on fire as his thrusts got rougher, fucking up into your mouth as his hands gripped tighter around your neck holding you in place.

Sealing your lips around him, sucking in more as his hips stalled, grabbing your head with both of his hands. And with a long groan, music to your ears, shoving your face all the way down into his crotch, balls resting on your chin as you felt him release in your mouth, so hot and thick. Doing as you were told, always wanting to be his good girl, someone he could always rely on, someone he could always use when needed.

“You okay?” He asked, stroking your cheek as dizzily shook your head up and down. Reaching his hand forward, tipping your jaw upward to see you better. Cunt throbbing as his eyes met yours, clenching and releasing around nothing while he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips. 

“Words, sweetheart.” His voice was soft and stern, ordering you around gently as you did you best to choke it out.

“y-yes”

“Let me see.” Parting your lips, with his ring covered finger, mouth opening to show him that his cum was still there. Smiling as he let go, muttering out “good girl.”, mouth closing as he let you swallow, the salty taste making you wince under your breath while he pet the side of your face down to your neck. 

“You sure angel? ….You know i don't like lying.” he said, resting his hand on your cunt, fingers dipping in shallowly as you almost went limp in his hold, Knees locking just in time, so focused on keeping your composure that you didn't see him smirking at your state. His finger curling inside you, as you tried to hold back your whimper, body unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hand.

Finally snapping, trying to be on your best behavior best you couldn't help it anymore, knowing what he was doing to you. “Please,” you whined out. “Want you to fuck me like you always do, want you to fuck me so good.” No shame left in your body as you started taking action, nails clawing into his bicep, your eyes half lidded trying to hold back the tears forming.

Letting out a whine muttered by your teeth sinking into your lips when his hand pulls away, lingering there not for long as he easily hikes your leg up over his waist, aligning his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing it over your folds, teasing you, wanting to make his sweet angel beg. 

“i-ikkei, please” you lead, gripping his arms, as pushed into you slowly. Cooing at you for being so patient with him. Head dropping onto his shoulder as a broken noise escaped your lips, legs tightening around his waist, clenching around him.

Pushing the rest of himself inside you, hissing as you swallow him up in your warmth. “Fuck sweetheart, you always… feel so, -fuck, so goddamn good,”

“Relax baby,” he groaned out, head thrown back. “Little cunt’s so tight, gonna get my will instead of my kids if you keep it up.” Your smile barely forming before it gets cut off, moaning at the painful feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Such a... fuck, such a good little girl for me,” He praises, hot breath on your neck as you clench even tighter at his words, the feeling of bhim so deep inside of you, nudging your cervix making your head spin. “So pretty,  I'd do anything for you, you know that?”

“m’close.” you whimpered. His love confessions making you lose your mind completely, nails digging into his chest, slightly groaning at the sting.. “Please, p-please please,” you begged through a sob, tears swelling up in your eyes. Placing his lips on yours before you can gasp out begs anymore. Trying to whimper out his name before he fucks you roughly with a thrust that hits your g spot, making you cum all over him, sticky wetness enclosing the both of you as it dripped down his balls and onto the sofa. 

“There you go baby,” he muttered against your lips, but you’re too far gone to even pay attention. Working his cock inside of you, gently pushing up into your cunt as your shaking body twitches in his hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head from your orgasm, still trying to come down from your high. “You know I always got you.”

He pulls out of you slowly when you have calmed down but you weren’t done. “w-wanna make you cum.” your croaky voice pouted out.

“Hm? You already did sweetheart.” Shaky legs positioning yourself on top of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. “no...want you to cum in me.”

Watching as you spread open you cunt, placing his tip on your entrance. Looking down at him with a heavy lust in your eyes, not wasting any time sliding back into you. “You’re so greedy.” He says into your ear, a roughness to his voice. Back arching as his arm wraps around your waist, leaning back to give him a view of himself bottoming out in you. The feeling of the fullness already has you cumming again. “...So fucking perfect.” 

Rubbing your clit with his fingers as his lips attached to your nipple, locking you in his hold, your body trembling from the overstimulation. Cock repeatedly ramming into your g spot as your cunt is being lovingly abused. “Fuck” He mutters out, words getting trapped into your skin, fingers pinching your swollen clit, letting out a loud sob as tears break free. 

“Fuck baby, I’m close.” He said, breath growing sporadic as his hips start stuttering. Chasing after his high, fingers slapping your clit as you squealed.

“C-, cum in me, please. You gotta, p-please!” You cry out, pushing him over the edge. Breaking free of your tits, mouth letting out deep groans as he is spilling his load into you, coming for the third around him. Body freezing up, seeing black and stars, walls clamping around him even tighter, wanting to milk him dry for everything he's got. 

Not even realizing that he's holding you into him, balls resting on you cunt as he's still inside of you, knowing you'd throw a fit if he pulled out. Body slump and tired as he presses a light kiss on the top of your head, large hands soothing your body as they worked their way up and down your back.

“I-, I love you,” you choked out, resting your head into his shoulder. His heart softening as he kissed your lips softly, sighing as he leaned back with you in his arms. Gently humming to ease you into sleep, not caring how he was gonna take care of this later. ”I love you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear, looking around his office full of money and countless items worth millions, but none made his heart race like you could, not even close.

“...I love you, more than you'll ever know.” 

[nikethestatue]

25 Days of Elriel Solstice!

As a personal Writing Challenge, I will be writing these fun prompts for the next 25 days. 

I am setting all of these pieces (which I will try to keep on a short-ish side) in my 3 Elriel worlds:

La Dolce Vita - Modern AU 

Of Fawns and Shadows - Canon, present 

The Heirs of Shadows - Canon, future (post Of Fawns and Shadows)

Day I 

(3366 words/Fluff)

Ice Skating (Modern AU/set in the world of La Dolce Vita)

Elain was sitting behind the marble counter of her flower and bakery, watching the snowflakes drift and swirl behind the floor to ceiling windows. It was 4:15 in the afternoon and she was readying for the evening rush. It was a busy season, with endless holiday parties, all of which needed gorgeous flowers and cakes and pastries. So she spent day in and day out at the shop, waking at 5 am to come here and start making cookies and buns, then it was on to flower shipments and sorting, and then more baking, pastries and cakes and special orders.

She drummed her fingers on the counter, thinking that it’s probably time for a manicure and…

No, there would be no rest.

Desirable, but impossible.

She recalled last year--it was pandemonium, especially when the time came for Christmas. However, last year, she only owned the flower shop, and she was single to boot. So very single.

Cassian, or rather Nesta, threatened Gray, ordering him to leave her alone following the disastrous Thanksgiving dinner. Graysen tried to act tough, taunting Nesta and asking whether she was going to send her ‘beefy boyfriend’ after him for an ‘ass whooping’. Nesta reminded Gray that she didn't need Cass to fight her battles and that she was perfectly capable of delivering the said ‘whooping’ herself. Cassian laughed and kissed her hand gallantly and said ‘my queen’. And Elain, eyes puffy and sticky from tears, cheeks burning from being called a ‘teasing cunt’, heart broken, yet also light with relief--she smiled at the pair of them, and secretly wished for what they had. She couldn't stop the envy in her chest, couldn't stop wanting the same bond that they possessed. Her envy wasn’t dark or venomous, but rather desperate and probably a little pathetic.

Her phone dinged.

How’s my flower girl?

She smiled, looking down at the text, and quickly typed,

Full of sugar and spice and all things nice.

Yum! I wouldn't mind some of that sugar myself. Just a taste. And that would be it.

It’s never just a taste with you.

She reminded him, grinning to herself with delight and happiness.

You wound me, young Anrcheron! But you can’t blame me for finding you so delectable and sweet that I can never get enough.

You are sweet to tease, she typed quickly, feeling her cheek warm up with a blush.

There was a pause and then the door opened and a couple stomped in, laughing and brushing snowflakes off their heads and arms.

They bought half a dozen eclairs, four Mont Blanc and four meringue Merveilleux. The Merveilleux were Elain’s specialty--a French, (by way of Belgium), pastry, made of two meringues sandwiched with whipped cream, rolled in more cream and then dusted with chocolate shavings. No one really made these classic pastries in NYC, but it was Azriel’s all-time favourite treat, and she’d never take it off her menu. Besides, being the business woman that she was, her return on investment was incredible with these! Six bucks for a pastry which cost less than fifty cents to make.

Elain also managed to sell a small, but expensive bouquet of flowers to the man, so overall, it was a very productive ten minutes.

When she glanced at her phone again, she saw another message.

I am sweet to tease. That’s why I am surprising you tonight. I know you are tired and would just want a nice bath and a glass of wine,

Yes, she would want both of those things. He knew her too well.

But I am picking you up and we are going to have some fun.

After a thirteen-hour day Elain didn’t necessarily yearn for fun, but she didn't want to refuse him.

Because it was Azriel.

And whatever Azriel did was always magical. He was magical. Her life was pure magic, because of him.

Whatever Elain Archeron desired in her life, Azriel offered it to her--provided her with joy and with love that was indescribable. Love that was as passionate as it was beautiful, as tender as it was savage. A love that was her own.

 “My beautiful Elain,” Azriel greeted her with a smile, sizing her up. She wore a tweed pant suit, a fitted wool jacket, and a big scarf. “Are you ready?”

“I am, whatever I am supposed to be ready for,” she took his arm and they walked to the idling car.

It was brisk outside, the air cold and crisp, with that snowy lightness that was particular to this chilly weather, the frost bringing a certain stillness to the city. Those who did not need to be outside stayed in, and as the car moved down the streets, it was quiet and icy around. Elain looked out the window.

She always enjoyed the solitude, the lack of people, because it felt like the world belonged only to her and to Azriel. NYC was a special place for the two of them and they had many of their own favourite spots and corners, but she recognized none of them, as he drove slowly, his fingers finding hers, squeezing gently.

“I like your suit,” he noted, giving her a quick side glance.

She looked down and smiled, “Yes? You were so mysterious about what I should wear, that’s all that came to mind…that’s all I had hanging in the closet.”

“It’s perfect,” he assured her, biting his lower lip. “Very perfect indeed.”

“You are full of secrets.”

A smile quirked his lips, “Always.”

Every time they passed a familiar restaurant or a gallery, Elain expected him to slow down, but he didn’t. He was also unusually quiet, even for him.

At last, he pulled to a curb and parked the car.

She furrowed her brow, looking around, “Where are we?”

With his usual concern, he tied her scarf tighter around her neck and then pulled a hat over her head.

“Alright dad,” she laughed, as he bundled her up.

“I am not your dad. I am your daddy,” he winked, and she burst out laughing, almost doubling over and soliciting a chuckle from him.

“Are we going to play, daddy?” she murmured innocently, threading her arm through his and following him along.

“Oh, we’ll play, baby,” he assured her, and as they rounded the corner, he made a wide sweep with his arm and said, “here we are!”

It was a small, quaint park, with a fountain in the middle, where the space around it was now turned into an ice rink, where dozens of people skated with various degrees of success.

“That’s where we were heading,” explained Azriel with a grin.

“You want me to skate?” she exclaimed. “I can’t!”

“You were just going on and on about how you skated with your sisters when you were little, so why not now?”

“That was a million years ago!”

“Even I am not that old,” he chuckled, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her after himself.

They went and rented their ice skates, while Elain was complaining,

“I am going to break something! It will be your fault.”

“It usually is,” he accepted calmly, as he put his skates on. “Mind you, don’t look at me for guidance. I am not much of a skater.”

“Oh, wonderful,” she was shaking her head.

Holding onto each other, they made their way to the ice and after stepping on it, promptly fell. Elain got up first, and then she gave Azriel her hand and helped him get up. And that’s how it went for the next few rounds--them falling and stumbling, but Elain managing to rise first, and then helping Azriel. Even when she was in the groove and succeeded in skating on her own, even if slowly, whenever Azriel fell, which was often, she made her way to him and lifted him up.

“You love me,” he noted after yet another tumble. Elain threaded her arms under his and pulled him up, but he was too heavy, and she slipped and landed on her butt on the ice. Azriel crawled to her, and cupped her cold, pink face between his hands.

“I love you,” he murmured, looking into her dark brown eyes. They sparkled with happiness. Her thick honey-golden tresses curled over her shoulders, escaping from under the knit hat that she was wearing. Elain reached towards him, as he pulled her face closer and kissed her deeply.

“They taught me never to leave a fallen man on the field,” she whispered against his lips, smiling.

“And I am the fallen man,” he concluded. “You have the heart of a Seal. An Illyrian warrior.”

“I do love you too,” she kissed him back. “You are a fallen man, whom I love. My Ilyrian warrior. But one who better be getting a little more capable at skating, or I will leave you on your own.”

“Alright, I will try,” he promised. “It’s hard to be perfect and successful in everything!”

“Perfect?” she laughed. “Hardly!”

Someone skating by hissed at them and told them to get a room and that this wasn’t the place.

“Tough crowd,” smiled Azriel, shaking his head. Elain laughed. She was enjoying herself, even if she was spending more time on her ass, as opposed to upright. The music selection was nice and the night was clear and pure, and all the buildings around them were lit up for a maximum effect. They knew how to make things look beautiful around here.

At last, Azriel stood up and then took her in his arms and they finally skated together, cautiously, and without fanfare, but relatively smoothly. It was the first time he and Elain danced together, and there was something warm and intimate in how her head lay on his shoulder, and how her warm breath bathed his neck. He could hardly feel her breasts through all their clothes, even though they were pressed closely to his chest, but it still felt wonderful, how her hips undulated against his, and how her small bottom felt beneath his palm when he cupped it.

“This is a lovely surprise,” murmured Elain into his ear, and kissed his cheek.

“I try.”

“You always do and you always succeed.”

“Or you have low expectations,” he joked.

“My expectations are what they are, but you seem to meet them with ease. For a man with little experience in courting…”

“I enjoy courting you and now I can put all my effort into it.”

“I like it. But what do I do for you?”

“It’s not your obligation to do anything for me. Your presence is enough. I love you.  Hopefully, one day we’ll become a family, and that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? My love for you is my love for you, and the desire to build something between the two of us that will lead to something bigger…”

“What’s bigger?”

Azriel shrugged.

“Who knows? I just want us to be together.”

As they glided over the smooth ice, Azriel’s palm slipped down to her belly and he stroked it.

The temperature dropped and at last, Azriel proposed that they go get something to eat and warm up. Elain liked ice skating, but she was growing cold and she didn’t mind seeking some warmth.

They changed back into their boots, and walked among the stately buildings, as Elain was scouting for restaurants, since she wasn’t familiar with the neighbourhood, until she pointed at one and said “let’s go there!”

It was a simple and elegant space; the main room had large bay windows overlooking the street and earthenware tiles on the walls in cream, grey, and blue. The décor was sparse; the linen pressed and the silver and crystal on the tables sparkled. There were people inside, but it was not full. Azriel looked around and asked for a private room or table. The host looked at the two of them, smiled and took them upstairs. There, the upper dining room was practically empty, and it also revealed a wonderful secret--a gigantic window, which overlooked the entire Midtown. Glittering with millions of lights, the magnificent buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, and the host was pleased with the reaction that the view solicited from his guests. He did well, he thought, for the pretty girl gasped when she saw the window. He invited them to sit down at the table right in front of the window. It was all the entertainment that was needed for the night, but in addition, music came from the lower part of the restaurant, and created an even more wonderful ambiance.

“Good find,” approved Azriel, when they settled in and he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his cuffs. Elain nodded, and whispered, “I feel like I am underdressed.”

He waved his hand and said, “You always look lovely.”

“Well, thank you, but I can't trust you because you always say nice things and give compliments.”

Azriel laughed, “I think you can still trust me. I am just polite, that’s all. But I don’t flatter, if there is nothing good to say.”

“My darling, you are an interesting man indeed,” she concurred with a nod.

When the waiter came, Azriel said, “the lady and I will have champagne.”

“What are we celebrating?” she wondered.

“There is always something to celebrate. But not killing each other on the ice rink comes to mind,” he laughed.

“Yes! To that, we should drink!”

Azriel ordered a huge spread of delicacies--raw chopped tuna, which was, as he recently found out, Elain’s favourite food, cold lobster with hot butter, oysters, and crab salad. And that was just the beginning.

“Good Lord, pace yourself,” she chuckled, but he shook his head stubbornly and said, “Firstly, I am hungry. Secondly, I feel like feeding you good foods.”

Once their initial hunger was satiated and the effervescence of the wine hit them with its tingling sensation, Elain leaned back in her chair and sighed with delight, glancing at the mesmerizing view in front of them.

“I have such a strangely different life now...it’s like my third life.”

“Is your third life the best life?” he asked, chewing on his lobster, looking at her.

“Oh, by far.”

“Well, then my work here is done,” he smiled, while Elain reached out and stroked his face.

“You’ve given me everything,” she murmured and then brought his hand to her lips and kissed it.

“About giving, I am not sure, but you are free to take anything of mine. Whatever you desire, it will be yours. But you are such a strange girl, for you want nothing…”

“Not nothing,” she contradicted him. “I want you, very much. That’s all I really want, if I am being honest. Everything else, I feel, will come along.”

“And I am the easiest thing for you to have.”

“I want to live here and watch the shadows of this beautiful city descend upon its buildings and bridges, the light just fading, and the water in all the canals sparkling...that is my favourite time of day. Dusk. And what is more beautiful than this witching hour here? And you, next to me, a towering figure in a fine suit, but the sleeves rolled up haphazardly, so I can see your arms...What else can I ever want?” she shrugged.

Azriel thought and figured that if that's what she needed and that’s where her happiness lay, then who was he to argue? She was a strange girl, and he already knew that, and that’s what he loved.

“I feel,” she murmured, sipping her champagne, “like I’ve been walking and walking…All my life I’ve been walking…And finally, I am here. With you.”

“You came for me.”

Suddenly, Azriel rose from his chair, and then slid on one knee in front of her.

“Elain, my love, you are everything to me. You are the blood of my blood, and my heart beats with insatiable love for you. Everything is good in my life when you are next to me and I think that you should be next to me for the rest of my days. I want to ask you to marry me, so that we are bound forever. So, with this,” and he pulled out a white box, “please accept my proposal.”

Elain cupped his face in her palms and glanced outside the window momentarily.

She was going to be Azriel’s wife. His wife. His partner. His friend for life. And she thanked all the golds silently. With Azriel, she was going to watch the fading lights of dusk forever.

“Yes,” she responded simply.

She didn’t screech or cry out or laugh hysterically. She just said ‘yes’, and that yes was all that Azriel needed.

She leaned towards him, her thumb brushing his cheek and then pressed her lips to his. He kissed her tenderly, and deeply, and by the time they separated her face was wet with tears. He brushed them off with his fingers and smiled happily.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she answered, wiping her eyes.

“But why are you crying? You just agreed to marry me and now you are crying? That’s encouraging!”

She burst out laughing and then drew him into her arms, and he kneeled in front of her and put his head on her chest, where she held it lovingly, squeezed within his embrace. Her heart was beating loudly and evenly under his cheek.

Azriel was kneeling in front of her. In love.

“Don’t cry, all right?” he requested.

“Just a little bit,” she smiled. “I think that I am entitled, today.”

“Are these happy tears, I hope?”

“The happiest tears!”

“Well,” he looked up at her, “maybe instead of crying, you’d care to take a look at what’s in this box. You might like it.”

“I am sure that I will love it,” she took the box and opened it, revealing an absolutely astonishing diamond and sapphire ring. It was so overwhelmed with diamonds of every size and shape that when she picked it up, it felt heavy in her hand.

Azriel took it from her and put it on her finger. She was shaking her head, whispering, “why are you so extravagant?!”

“It’s fun!” he exclaimed with a grin. “Truly. Who else do I have to spoil? And how often do I get to do it?”

“Oh, my Lord,” muttered Elain in awe, as she turned and twisted her hand. The ring, with all its strands and designs simply glared in the flickering lights, like a chunk of purest ice on her finger. The craftsmanship was so intricate and exquisite that she could truthfully say that she’d never seen anything like this before. In it, she saw hers and his initials woven into the ancient runes of the Illyrian military incantations, spells of love and sexuality etched in the ancient language, and so many other things that she’d need to decipher later.

“For luck and glory,” he traced his finger over a diamond-encrusted writing.

“And this?” she whispered, awed, pointing at strange blue stones that dotted the ring here and there. Not a sapphire. Not an amethyst.

He hummed, and finally offered, “These stones…they are native to Illyria. When one became a warrior, they earned these…based on their strength, and some say “Killing Power’.’

“Killing Power?” Elain chuckled. “Well, that sounds romantic.”

He smiled, and took her hand in his, “They are special. To me…To Cass…That’s all we have of our culture. They were passed down from generation to generation,”

Elain’s eyes turned misty, and she gasped, “and you…you gave this to me? It’s,”

“It’s deserving,” he interrupted her. “You deserve it. I have seven…My grandfather, he kept them and would often show them to us. Turned out that he felt that I was the only one grandson that he felt was worthy of them, so he gave them to me, before I went to foster care. So here they are…Maybe one day, I can give them to our sons.”

“I’d like that,” she agreed. “I’d like that very much, Az.”

Azriel looked down at the lovely woman in front of him and all he felt was joy. His future wife. His Illyrian mate.

[gemstone-roses]

Hannibal x Female Curvy reader.

Note: this was requested by a lovley nonnie who requested some characteristics and reader description be included, reader is female,curvy, Italian, opera singer, likes leopard print and Princess dresses,corsets, is a medium. Also note I've never seen beauty and the beast so I'm sorry for any inaccuracies. A few Italian pet names (apologies if I got any translations wrong).

Warnings: mentions of past child abuse, murder, drugging, kidnapping, being tied up, alcohol, swearing, dark thoughts, wanting to kill someone, jealousy.

Hannibal Lecter had an extensive and handpicked guest list for his dinner parties. You were on every single one.

In fact, some of his guests had only promised their prescense if you were to be there too.

You were quite a breathtaking sight. Your leopard print party dress highligting your beautiful curves and breasts. People wouldn't approach you, you would approach them, and only then would they be confident in speaking with you.

You could converse in several languages, Italian being your mother tongue, and people were enamoured with the way you conversed.

Hannibals guests complimented his divine cooking, but he couldn't take all the credit, you were also, a very competent cook, and had assisted him in preparing his menu many times.

You were thankful for the praise, but it didn't cancel out the feeling of anger building inside you.

You heard many comments "where did he find such a woman" "she's cold that one is" "sugar baby" "I bet she wouldn't know where to begin in his library". "he's just her sugar daddy he doesn't even like her I bet"

You came off as cold yes, on purpose, you were afraid of getting hurt. You didn't let anybody in. Ever.

Also, trying to quiet your dark thoughts took quite the effort.

People speculated about your relationship with hannibal, and he would just smile and say "I've known y/n for years"

He'd met you at the opera.

Well actually, he had gone to see you perform at the opera. And he was instantly taken by you.

He stopped by your dressing room after, complementing your stunning performance.

"I'm Dr Hannibal Lecter" he introduced.

"I know, I've read your work, doctor, I'm impressed" you smiled.

"Ah, it's not often I meet a fan of my work, especially when I am a fan of them"

"I said I was impressed by your work doctor lecter, not that I was a fan" you talked back.

Hannibal was taken aback by your retort, but he soon realised that you had quite the personality.

And he just loved you more for it.

The first time you two went out to dinner, hannibal was struck again by your beauty, wearing a beautiful dress

The two of you conversed for hours over a delicious meal, however you commented you could make something much better and invited hannibal over to your house for dinner.

Hannibal was impressed by your cooking, which was an achievement in itself to impress a man such as him with your cooking skills.

Hannibal chose his inner circle with great care, and it was someone in that circle that had told him about you.

About how if hannibal had anyone in his life who had passed then you could contact them.

You had made contact with misha for him. Hopefully giving the man some comfort and closure regarding his little sister.

And that is how the two of you became friends. It wasn't easy, breaking down the walls you had built up to protect yourself, so hannibal began thinking of other ways he could get you to warm up to him more.

Hannibal was a clever man, and he did his research on you, he knew you had some demons you buried deep.

It made choosing his next victim much easier

He'd do this for you, he thought.

Killing the man who had hurt you when you were a child was the biggest driving force you had to keep going.

You'd thought about it daily, for so long, and to finally end the horrible disgusting man who had abused you gave you a small slice of satisfaction.

So when you found out someone had beat you to it, you were not at all pleased. In fact you'd sworn that you would track down the person who'd done it and tell them just exactly what they had took from you.

Hannibal was struggling to contain his jealousy, watching men swoon over you, stare at your body with hungry eyes, only wanting one thing, he'd treat you like a goddess compared to these men. And if you weren't going to notice his efforts on your own then you'd just need a bit of guidance.

After a party, you liked to wind down surrounded by your books, mainly psychological ones, getting lost in the pages, the ins and outs of the mind, fascinating. You were so caught up in your book you didn't hear the front door opening, and by the time you felt the sharp scratch on the back of your neck, you were already dizzy. You felt strong arms catch you as you fell into darkness.

You awoke on a surprisingly soft surface, bound, but not uncomfortable.

Hannibal wasn't a total monster.

When you took in your surroundings your confusion quickly turned to anger when you saw hannibal standing in front of you.

"What the fuck do you think your doing? Did you kidnap me?!!" you fumed. Trying to struggle out of the rope.

"You are going to hurt yourself" he said calmly.

"Untie me right now!" you yelled.

"Are you going to behave?" he bent down to level with your face

"You cannot, just kidnap people, especially me?! I thought me and you were friends" you spat at him.

Hannibal just hummed and stood up and left the room.

You continued to yell curse words in many languages and call him questionable things as you strained against your bonds.

Hannibal was simply, ignoring you.

And after you had calmed down, he came back.

"Have you quiet finished my love" he tilted your chin, softly.

You looked your captor in the eye, a strange sense washing over you, furrowing your brows, your voice was soft.

"You-

"You, your him aren't you?, the chesapeake ripper?"

"Indeed" he confirmed, he stood to get up

"Wait!" you called

Hannibal stopped, a mild suprised look on his face.

"It was you, you killed him didn't you?" even surprising yourself, you weren't angry.

"Did you do that, for me?" you whispered.

"I couldn't stand the thought of a man who had hurt such a divine being such as you so much walking around freely, I made sure he suffered y/n, for you."

Your heart soared at the information, hannibal had killed, for you.

"Hannibal, I -

"Darling you do not need to say anything, I would do anything to protect you"

You smiled at the man, a genuine smile.

"I will untie you now, and we will have dinner" he stated

His hands were soft as he undid the ropes, rubbing your wrists for you as they fell to the floor.

He excused himself for a moment, returning with a hanger covered in a black sheet.

"For you tesero mio" he handed it to you.

Unzipping it you found the most divine princess dress you'd ever seen.

You gasped at his thoughtfulness.

"You may change up in the bathroom, and then, we shall eat" he smiled.

The dress highlighted your curves and chest perfectly, you honestly, felt like belle.

You sat down at the table, hannibal pulled out your chair for you, he raised his wine glass towards you.

"Are you content, amore mio?" you found yourself flustered at the name.

"I am" you sighed.

"Tomorrow, you can explore my library, and I'm sure you will find many books to satisfy you" he smiled.

You were excited to finally get chance to be in there, and also, excited at your relationship with hannibal. You raised your wine glass.

"To us"

"To us" he agreed.

[twosroos]

a teaser..?

I've been plotting this one for weeks baby,, TURN IT UP!!

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Now, most people didn’t think of the word ‘revenge’ when they thought of the Navy’s annual awards ceremony.

But, you did. Taking from your callsign of 'dare devil', clear as day. The weeks leading up to the Navy gala (which was a glorified awards ceremony) had been filled with drinking, realizing how shitty Andrew was as a boyfriend, talking to your sister for hours on the phone, and running unnecessary amounts. You were in better shape than you'd been in years, and maybe running to the point of overexertion every day was extremely unhealthy, but you didn't care. On top of your workouts, this really made your muscles show, and you liked the way it looked in your strappy dress

The dress code for the ball was simple, your dress whites (with the pants or skirt) or a white evening gown. You had chosen the latter, as most of the women you know usually did. The dress you chose was perfect in your eyes, a spaghetti strap square neckline complimented the dresses skin tight corset-boned top that flared out into a straight-lined skirt with a considerably high slit. You paired the dress with a diamond stud necklace, drop-down diamond earrings, and sparkling heels.

(And, of course, the red lipstick you had dug out of the bottom of your makeup bag.)

You looked like a movie star as you entered the ball, your newly manicured hands clutching your small white purse as you found your way to your table. Admiral Bates had told you that you'd be seated with your original squadron, most likely between Halo and Harvard, and you just hoped somehow you could squeeze in some sort of awkward conversation. Despite trying to keep a neutral look, your eyes anxiously scan for any sign of Andrew. He was Navy too, though not a pilot, and you were lucky bot your deployments had been to Fightertown around the same time. But now, knowing he was possibly here, you felt like the most unlucky person in America.

Well, excluding the girl who just spilled wine on someone's dress whites on the other side of the room.

You hear a low whistle and turn your head to see none other than Jake Seresin grinning at you. He looks just as cocky as you remember him, a glass of something dark swirling in his hand, his Navy ring shining in the low light. Your thumb absentmindedly comes to tap against your matching one. The same year and everything. From age eighteen to now, Jake Seresin had been nothing more than a royal pain in the ass, a thorn in your side, hot coals under your feet.

You wanted nothing to do with him.

"What do you want, bags?" You sneer, tilting your head with a disgusted look on your face. Internally, you know you're being cold because your heart is still aching, and his flirts might just end up with his lips on your collarbones if you're not careful. It wouldn't be the first time you'd both been in that position.

Jake gives you a sleazy grin, not easily deterred by your assertiveness, he speaks in a deep thick southern drawl, "Nothing much. Just surprised your little helicopter boyfriend let you out of the house looking as gorgeous as you do. He always hogged the view for himself."

"Andrew and I are split since he was sleeping around with civvies," You scoff, setting your bag on the seat of the chair with your nametag on it, "and besides, who says the view is for you? I thought we'd agreed after Top Gun that whatever we'd had was stamped out like cold ashes."

"I don't let go of things that easy, sugar." He grins at you, taking a long sip of your drink, and your flat neutral gaze certainly isn't making him feel anything other than awkward.

[cheesecakesteve]

My Lovely Liar ch.2

Janus nearly jumped out of surprise at  Roman's comment. 'I trust you.'

That played in his mind for a minute before realizing he left Roman in the quiet.

"Okay, hand me your mug." Roman slowly handed over his mug. His mind was focused on Janus's hands as it was handed to him.

Janus gave a quick half smile before over correcting himself and going back to the stoned, cold look on his face. He was sure Roman didn't notice, but unbeknownst to him Roman had.

Roman responded to Janus's unusual kindness by giving him a thankful nod and a smile back.

Janus stood up and headed toward the kitchen. "You may start the movie over if you want."

Roman awkwardly shifted in his seat, realizing that his foot was asleep. "You sure?" He paused. "I know how it ends it's okay if we continue watching it from where you are. Janus gave a slight chuckle. One Roman had never heard. Roman wouldn't admit to himself that he thought it was cute.

"I'm gonna be up for a while, start it over Roman." Roman responded with a quick "Okaaayy."  And proceeded to grab the remote and start the movie over.

Janus carefully brought the water in the pot to a boil, allowed it to cool, added tea leaves to the mug and filled it a little more than half way with the water, allowing the tea to steep.

"Would you like any milk?" Janus called out to Roman, of who was engrossed in the movie.

Roman replied with a quick, "Yes please, and some sugar as well!" Roman was just as surprised as Janus at how polite he was being. Usually the only times that they communicate is when criticizing or bickering at each other.

So, for Janus, it was a nice change of pace. Roman can be calm and collected if he wanted to be.

Carefully Janus fished out the tea leaves, added a splash of milk and three teaspoons of sugar.

As Janus was putting the milk back, he noticed a large bottle of wine in the back. He picked it up and examined it. Red wine, with the tag slightly worn off, but the alcohol percentage was very clear, 14%. Janus swift fully picked up the wine bottle and called out to Roman as he began to fix himself a glass. "Roman, would you like some wine?"

When Roman didn't answer, Janus looked over at the couch to see Roman mouthing along to the lines in the movie. Janus smiled. If Roman wasn't so annoying it'd almost be cute.

He looked over at the clock and it read '2AM'. Janus sighed and figured he wasn't gonna sleep at all tonight. He poured a second glass of wine just in case Roman wanted some, and carefully grabbed the mug as well. He placed both the mug and the wine glass next to an unaware Roman. "I made you some wine as well if you'd like to partake." Roman jumped a little bit and when he realized it was Janus he tensed up, a tiny bit embarrassed. Roman didn't completely trust the other side, but still didn't want to be rude so with a slight nod he mouthed 'thanks', and continued to watch the film.

Janus walked back into the kitchen to grab his glass, but not before pouring a little bit extra in it. He needed to get drunk if he had to deal with Roman tonight.

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