#my favourite chocolatier | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

shhtickerbook · 9 months ago

Text

Little Chocolatier

Finally finished my Wonka agere fic!

tw: crying, nightmares, bedwetting, hurt / comfort

also posted this on Ao3

Willy Wonka came tumbling down the laundry chute, a pile of sheets piled over him like a stereotypical ghoul. It had been a very long day selling chocolate around the city, his pouch of sovereigns jingled like an instrument as he walked.

Lugging himself out of the laundry cart, Willy smiled weakly up at his friends who were finishing up for the day. Placing down the pocketful of coins on abacus’ table, who picked up his spectacles from his desk.

“Let me get these counted up for you Mr Wonka, I’d say we’re making more and more money each day”

The man spoke as he counted out his coins, Willy nodding. His head was feeling a little odd, like he hadn’t had the best sleep for a while. His days revolved around chocolate and chocolate only, and of course still trying to catch that little orange man. Willys body ached from running from police all day, and for once it was hard to keep his usual chipper and positive energy. His head just felt a little out of gear.

“You okay Willy?”

Piper was hanging up sheets, but had noticed the slight change in the chocolatiers body language. He quickly jumped in reply, putting on his smile and charm.

“Of course! Just a little fatigued. I better head to bed”

He chirpily replied, before making a quick exit to head up to his room. An early night was what probably he needed, to clear the cobwebs from his mind. It was always strange when he felt like this, like a fog overcame his senses. Things just seemed louder, too bright. He just needed some time to rest. The sight of his room wasn’t exactly warming, the metal framed bed teetering on edge, with a yellowing sheet and thin mattress. It wasn’t pretty, but it was the only home he had right now. At least until he made enough money to open his store. Then he could purchase his own house, with enough room for all his friends to move in.

Humming softly as he got changed into his nightclothes, he watched the rain beginning to drop from the sky and glittering against the oil streetlights. This was the only good part of the room, able to see all the way down to the glowing light of the gallery gourmet.

“One day Mamma….”

A young Willy wonka awoke in a fright, feeling his centre of gravity tilt for a moment before being thrown from his bed. He had been flung to wooden floorboards, swaying back and forth. It was his canal boat home, but there were no lights, and the once comfortable and cosy furniture was decrepit and molding.

There was a huge roar from outside, howling wind and torrential rain pour. Willy tried to get to his feet, stumbling from the imbalance. What had happened, where was his mother?

“Mamma? Where are you?”

He called out, managing to find the shape of the ladder in the dark. It was incredibly difficult to try and ascend it with the boat rocking back and forth. The boy was immediately hit by a spray of water when he opened the hatch. The canal boat was racing down the water, a terrible storm hitting in every direction.

“Mamma!”

Willy sheltered his face with his elbow, a gust of cold wind causing his favourite scarf unravel and be sucked away. Usually they tied the boat up when bad weather came, he couldn’t even recognise where the boat had been blown to. A sudden flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, disorienting him before a gigantic bang threw him back. Thunder and lightning, it was one of the very few things that frightened him. Usually his mother would hold him close when it thundered, humming a soft tune to drown out the bangs. He wanted nothing more than to find her, where in earth had she gone, why had she left him alone?

His threadbare boots skidded against the wet floorboards, the boat bowing up high in the water. Scrambling he attempted to hold on to anything, but it was no use. In one awful weightless sensation, the boy was thrown from the boat and plunged deep into the choppy freezing water.

“Mamma!”

Willy jerked up from bed, clutching at his chest as he began to hyperventilate. His room was filled with darkness, his oil lamp had long burned itself out. But the darkness was quickly replaced with a flash of light from outside, followed by a bang. Flinching violently at the noise, still disoriented from waking up. The dream had felt so real, like he could still feel the cold water he’d been plunged into…

Oh dear.

Frantically he felt around his sheets, sighing out in despair when finding them cold and sopping wet. This was a problem of which that had only happened from time to time, and up until this point it hadn’t occurred whilst he’d been saying at Scrubbits. Willy felt his eyes watering, Mama always helped him when he was young and this happened. It had happened once or twice on the ship, but thankfully there was a very kindly second mate with the same problem who had caught him one evening hunting for sheets.

Sheets… that’s it. He was literally living at Scrubbit and Bleachers, all he had to do was sneak down and wash them, dry and make it back to his room. Although when he stood up and felt the cold breeze through the warped window, all his confidence disappeared and all he wanted to do was curl up and cry. Willy didn’t think he’d ever wanted his mother more in his life, he certainly didn’t want to deal with this.

His head felt fuzzy and strange, vulnerable even. Thankfully a small stuffed creature had been spared from the mess, a floppy knitted bird was strewn against his pillow. Willy picked up the ratty bird, his name was Chester the toucan. Mama had made him when he was a baby, told him stories about where the flocks of birds lived. They even cracked open cocoa beans for food, not the bitter nibs, but the soft sweet flesh surrounding them. Chester was his most loyal companion, so with a deep breath, he tucked the bird under his arm and gathered up the soaked sheets, carefully tiptoeing out of his room.

The creaking floorboards didn’t help his attempt of stealth, but he managed to make his way down the hall and down the stairs. The freezing cold rain and wind felt agonising in just his damp pajamas when he made it outside, the silly man completely forgetting to slip on shoes or any kind of coat on beforehand. The rain was getting torrential, with a deep rumbling in the distance. Willy managing to sprint across the cobblestones to the laundry room just before another bang rang out.

Abacus Crunch was a very light sleeper, so when the thunder and lightning began, he resolved to just sit and read for a while until it had passed. He quite enjoyed this kind of weather, he’d read in a book that the sound of thunder created a kind of “white noise” that helped one relax. And his keen hearing picked up on the sound of somebody getting up, but he thought nothing of it. But then he heard the sound of a door loudly open outside, and couldn’t help but stand up to investigate. His pocket watch read that it was 12:35 in the morning, so nobody should be outside at this time. Mrs Scrubbit and Bleacher had threatened any fool who left the building out of hours with multiple gruesome punishments.

So when he peered through the window to see what looked like Willy Wonka darting into the washhouse, he couldn’t help but be curious. What on earth was Mr Wonka doing at this time of night, and in his pajamas of all things?Too peculiar to ignore, the man stood up and put some sensible clothes on to investigate further.

Willy really wished he had brought some kind of light with him, the inside of the washhouse looked rather unnerving with only the moonlight and flash of thunder illuminating the interior. He felt around the walls until he found a shelf, scrambling until he found the shape of a candle, box of matches not far behind.

It took a few attempts to strike the match, his shivering hands struggling to get the damn candle lit. But on the fourth attempt he got the old stub of candle alight, having to settle with the puny flame to guide him. He couldn’t just throw the soiled sheets in the hamper, someone for sure would find them tomorrow and question. There was no choice but to wash them, dry and redress his bed. A bitterly cold draft swept through the building, his wet pajamas feeling icy against his skin. With his precious candle being snuffed out in one single breeze.

He groaned in defeat, swallowing anxiously. Wondering just how he was going to do this on his own, he wanted to go back to bed but his bed was now wet and ruined. What was even wrong with him right now? Willy Wonka was the most independent, confident person you could know, why was something as silly as a bad dream and thunder making him feel so unsettled. The knitted toucan in his arm was the only thing he could find some comfort in right now, his button eyes glinting in the moonlight. Holding the bird close to his face, it’s very faint chocolate smell still there from years past.

Taking a deep breath he walked in further, trying to find a washtub. Eventually feeling around to find a large wooden vat. As he was about to dump the sheets inside, to his horror he heard the door loudly creaking open, a yellow light appearing from atop the stairs.

In a panic Willy grabbed at his curls, breathing beginning to hitch. Heavy footsteps echoing down the stairs, the possibilities of who it could be racing through his brain, before coming to a horrifying conclusion. Bleacher. If he found him like this he would never ever hear the end of it, he’d be humiliated beyond belief. The terrible man would probably parade his sodden sheets like a flag to everybody, laughing at stupid Willy Wonka bedwetter.

Willy didn’t know what to do, sliding down to the floor behind the washtub. The steps continued down, watching the warm light fill up the room. In a few moments his hiding spot would be for sure revealed.

“Mr Wonka?”

It was a deep voice, but not gravelly and sinister. A gentle baritone rumble, sounding kind. Although feeling relief that it wasn’t Bleacher, the panic still remained of being caught. He stayed silent, hopeful he would leave. But as Abacus walked further, there was no place left to hide, the man turning a corner to see the chocolatier doing his best to stay in the shadows.

“Oh I’m fine- please just go back to bed”

He squeaked out, but his tone only concerned the other man further. Abacus approaching further with his lamp, illuminating the boy in its shine. In the warm light there was no way to hide his predicament, a terrible silence between the two. Abacus had been concerned as to what on earth was going on, but his expression softened when seeing the chocolatier clutching a handful of sheets in his wet pyjamas.

“Ohh”

Abacus breathed out sympathetically, watching as the Willy Wonkas face crumpled before he looked away with tears in his eyes. A huge lump had formed in his throat, everything felt like it was closing in on him. He couldn’t help but hold onto the silly little bird for security as he felt tears fill his eyes.

“Oh dear boy, it’s quite alright”

Abacus placed the lamp on a table before approaching, his heartstrings being pulled at the sight of the poor boy. He looked so very vulnerable and afraid.

“I’m so sorry”

Wonka admitted quietly, feeling so ashamed. But the kind tone of the older gentleman was weakening his defences. Unable to hold back a small sob, as his body folded in on itself. Abacus was certainly shocked by the reaction, having never seen the man so emotional. Of course he had every reason to feel embarrassed, but it wasn’t something Abacus hadn’t seen before being both a father and grandfather.

“There’s nothing to apologise for, it happens to the best of us”

He spoke gently, putting an arm around the chocolatier. It was the straw the broke the camels back for Willy, the comforting voice and affection only making him think of his mother. More tears bubbling over as he couldn’t hold it back anymore. The fuzzy feeling in his head felt even stronger, all he wanted was to be held and to be secure.

Abacus knew that this situation was probably very embarrassing for him, but this kind of breakdown made him think that there was more going on in his head than the accident.

He felt Willy Wonkas knees buckle underneath him, so he held him up before guiding the pair over to a bench. It was clear he needed to get whatever this was out of his system, the mathematician holding an arm over his frame and allowing him to whimper into his shoulder. Although feeling so very embarrassed, Willy couldn’t help but cling to the man, especially when another crack of lightning rung out.

“Ah I see, I gather you’re not a fan of fulgur tempestas”

Abacus had begun to rub small circles into his back, remembering how his Sons were very comforted by the simple gesture. Willy looked up in mild confusion between his tears, not understanding what word was said. Perhaps it was made up, like he usually did when he couldn’t find a rhyme for something. Abacus just chuckled softly.

“Lightning, you’re afraid of it?”

Willy just hunched up a little and quickly nodded with his head turned away, it was a very silly thing to feel so afraid of. It was odd to see Willy Wonka seeming so.. small? Even with his tall lanky frame it felt as if he was holding a scared little boy.

“Now, it’s quite late and getting very chilly. How about we get you more comfortable? You’re shivering”

He patted him on the back, but Willy just looked down anxiously at the sheets still clutched in his hands.

“No need to worry about those, I’ll take them personally and get them cleaned. Nobody has to know”

Standing up, he pulled the damp sheets from his grasp before carefully folding them and placing them in an old washtub behind his desk. Sighing sympathetically at the boys forlorn expression, but gave a small smile when seeing a little creature tucked away under an arm.

“Is that your companion?”

He gestured at the knitted toy, Willy blushing at first and trying to hide it. But Abacus sounded nice about him, not like he was going to poke fun. Hesitantly he presented the bird, his bean filled head sloping to the left. Abacus chuckled as he saw it clearly, it was a very charming little toy.

“Chester.”

Willy spoke extremely quietly, chin to his chest selfconsciously.

“Hm? What was that?”

He leant in closer, holding a hand to his ear.

“Chester, his name”

His voice was so very small, not his usual confident chirpy tone. Yet again Abacus felt his heartstrings being pulled upon, the fatherly instincts in him taking over when he heard that little voice.

“That’s a very good name.”

For the first time that night Abacus caught a small smile from the boy, but it disappeared when a low rumble from outside growled ominously. He held the bird close to him again for comfort, which was a very sweet sight. It truly was as if Willy Wonka had transformed into a small child, his entire body language and demeanour seemed different. Abacus took a step further and bent down a little to his sitting level, holding out his large hand.

“How about we head back to your room and I help you get sorted, you’ll catch your death in those wet things”

His tearstained face looked up, not seeming quite sure. A part of him wanted to stand up straight and assure he was completely alright, he could take care of himself. But when he saw the kind expression on the older man, all he yearned for was his comfort and security. So he accepted the offer, holding onto his hand tight as he stood up.

Abacus couldn’t hold back the sympathetic smile as he guided the boy out of the washhouse, the desperate grip in his grasp reminded him so of his son many years ago. When they made it back outside, he handed Wonka the oil lamp whilst he pulled out his umbrella.

“Now, only a quick walk back inside, could you carry the lamp for me?”

The pair briskly walked through the rain to their accommodation, Willy holding on for dear life throughout the thunder. He’d been so afraid of being caught, but right now he couldn’t feel more grateful to be with in the man’s protection. His head was feeling at its fuzziest. Thankfully it only took a few seconds, Abacus folding up the umbrella once they had made it back inside. Willy had his hands full with the oil lamp and knitted toy, Abacus taking the oil lamp back from his grasp.

“Well done, thank you.”

The simple praise made Wonka glow inside, feeling genuinely proud of such a simple simple task. As quietly as they both could, they ascended the creaking stairs together until they came into Willy’s room. Once they entered the room, Abacus immediately noticed the stain across the mattress. The sight of it making Willys face burn red in embarrassment, but the older man was completely unbothered.

“Alright then, have you got a spare nightclothes?”

Abacus turned as he rubbed his hands together, Willy just standing there with a shrug. He hadn’t brought many clothes with him here, just his signature velvet outfit, a few shirts and only one pair of pyjamas. The other man just sighed in amusement, especially when noting the large amount of chocolate related instruments and inventions in comparison to how little clothes he owned.

“Well, you sit there and I’ll be back in just a moment”

Obediently he sat down on the stool, feeling a little worried about him leaving even if for a few moments. Sqomething about him taking control made him feel wonderfully secure. After Mamma died he had nobody to care for him, no one to tell him what to do. It strangely felt quite good for somebody else to take control. When Abacus returned, it looked to be a large pinstriped sheet in his hands.

“Now this will likely be a bit large on you, but it’ll have to do for now.”

He unfurled the fabric, revealing a white and pale blue pinstripe nightgown. One that would certainly go past Wonkas feet, but the gesture was very touching. Everything abacus was doing for him right now was just.. so kind? Why was he doing this for him? Once again his face screwed up, softly crying as fat tears spilled over.

“Ahh”

Abacus placed the gown on his lap before kneeling to the ground. (With some difficulty with his aching joints) Pulling out a cotton handkerchief from his pocket before dabbing at his cheeks.

“You’re feeling right out of sorts aren’t you?”

The chocolatier just nodded tearfully, allowing his hot teary face be mopped up so carefully. Abacus even getting him a glass of cold water, even if it tasted rather metallic from the Scrubbit plumbing.

“Now I’ll sponge your mattress out, then we can just turn it over for tonight.”

His deep voice narrated, making it his responsibility to make sure the boy could sleep comfortably tonight. Meanwhile Willy changed from the damp clothes into the large nightgown. It smelled softly of lavender soap, much nicer than the usual musty odour of his old pyjamas. Although It came far past his feet, even trailing down like a brides train. When abacus turned from the now turned over and fresh bed, he couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the sight of him.

“Certainly is rather big on you, but it will have to do for tonight.”

He spoke with a smile, guiding a hand on his shoulder towards the bed. He had stripped it and replaced it with fresh smelling sheets. Just before hopping into bed, Willy turned to his case on the desk. It was busy at work pumping out chocolates, but his goal was to turn a little golden handle a few times. It wound for a few moments before a series of notes began to play, a music box tune. A familiar song that always brought him comfort, the exact one his mother would hum under her breath.

“It’s getting late Mr Wonka, perhaps it’s time for you to get settled in bed”

Giving a tap on his shoulder, Willy turned to see his kind expression, holding open the blanket. With a nod he followed, climbing into the now clean and dry bed. For the first time since his mamma was around, he found himself being tucked into the bed. For a moment Abacus wondered what he was doing, bearing in mind that Mr Wonka was indeed a young adult. But there was something about his behaviour right now that didn’t seem usual.

Willy stretched out in bed, pulling the knitted toucan out with his beak poking over the blanket. When Abacus went to leave up though, Willy sat right up in bed with a concerned expression. Upon seeing the reaction to the idea of his departure, Abacus paused for a moment.

“How about I stay for a little while?”

His body relaxed at the statement. Willy didn’t quite know why, but he really really did not want to be away from Abacus right now. Pulling up a stool next to the bed, he noted how Willy began to settle at his presence. Thinking for a moment, he asked the question that had been brewing in his mind for the past hour.

“Im not saying this to offend- Willy, but would you say that you sometimes have a little trouble.. staying grown?”

The question startled Willy at first, trying to process what Abacus had just asked him. He thought for a little while, so much so that Abacus could practically hear the cogs turning round and round in his head. That fuzzy feeling in his head, how sometimes everything around him felt so overwhelming. The overstimulating sensation of feeling so vulnerable. He pulled both his knees up to his chin, finding himself chewing on his thumbnail.

“Maybe..”

Abacus put an arm around the boy, who leant into his shoulder. Perhaps this was simply an outlet that he needed, from what he knew about the chocolatier he had to raise himself after his mother died. He also vaguely remembered from reading from an old psychology textbook that this kind of behaviour could be a result of trauma too. A kind of mental regression response.

“Well i don’t see any problem here, it’s okay to need some extra help and support at times.”

Abacus felt an overwhelming urge to take care of this little boy, especially when seeing the way he held onto the little knitted bird. If this was what he required, he was happy to oblige if he needed him. Then he had a thought, remembering what he was doing before all of this.

“Would you like it if I read you a story? I was in the middle of re-reading an old favourite of mine earlier.”

Willy perked up a little, he couldn’t read books very well. Even with Noodles current teachings, he had vague memories of his mother reading to him, so he nodded furiously. With a smile, Abacus rose up from the stool to return to his room, finding the discarded book lying face down on his desk.

Willy was still tucked beneath the covers, waiting in anticipation. With the book tucked under his arm, Abacus took his place on the stool beside.

“Now this is a very good story, it’s called the Wizard of Oz”

So Abacus began to read the story aloud, Willy taking his place by leaning into his shoulder. Feeling the rumble of the man’s chest as his deep baritone voice narrated the book. At first he tried to follow the words with his voice, like how Noodle taught him so. But it became too muddled for him to follow, all the letters seeming to dance around. Instead he focused on the small inked in illustrations, tracing them gently with his fingertip. He paid attention to the story though for as long as he could, but he couldn’t feel his eyelids drooping. He hadn’t even gotten to the second chapter when he could feel himself drifting off, but he felt a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in quite a while.

Once the chocolatier was well and truly out of the count, Abacus gently closed the book as to not awaken him. Not before tucking the sheet around his sleeping frame, the boys thumb discreetly tucked away in his mouth. With a smile he crept away, deciding to leave the oil lamp to burn itself out Incase he awoke.

“Goodnight dear Wonka.”

#agere fic #agere fanfic #little! wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka agere #fandom agere #fandom agere art #agere art #age regression #age regressor #age dreaming #agere blog #agere community #safe agere #agere little #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace

137 notes · View notes

webwizkid · 11 months ago

Text

｢天才ショコラティエとテレビ依存症の子｣ (The Genius Chocolatier and the TV Addict), a short catcf fangame by webwizkid (me), featuring Mike and Wonka since theyre my two favourite characters

#not real btw. just a concept #mike teavee #willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf #catcf 2005 #fanart #my art

130 notes · View notes

unnamednarrator · 21 days ago

Note

💜 for everlark!

me to me: keep it brief

the ghost of victor hugo: *possesses me*

context for this: modern au, college au, best friends to lovers, surprise kiss/impulsive kiss. enjoy!!!

If anyone but Peeta had suggested this, I would’ve run full speed in the other direction. But for some reason, and it’s always been like this, if he proposes something odd, it intrigues me.

So that’s how I ended up cross-legged on the floor in front of Peeta’s coffee table, blindfolded as he hands me bite-sized pieces of new recipes he’s been testing.

‘Be right back,’ he says and I can hear him shifting noisily as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.

I take a sip of water to cleanse my palette. So far, my favourite has been his “new spin” on a pain au chocolat. I don’t know much about the pastry but it was the most chocolaty so I was happy.

Peeta comes back and I hear the sound of bread being torn off. A moment later, the smell hits my nose. I know this one. It’s my favourite. I don’t need to taste test these. He knows I love them.

For the first time since putting the blindfold on, I hook my thumb on one end and draw it up so I can see Peeta with one eye. He’s already watching me, hands frozen on the half destroyed cheese bun. I offer him a small smile and his shoulders sag down as he returns it. I tug the blindfold the rest of the way off and drop it on the coffee table. Then I scoot closer to Peeta until our knees are touching. He doesn’t move a muscle. Doesn’t even blink. Slowly, I lift my hands, inch by inch, until they’re resting on his cheeks and lean in closer to him until the distance between us is truly a technicality. Then, with an almost imperceptible tilt of his chin, his lips brush against mine. The tiny point of contact sends a bolt of electricity through every cell of my body.

And it becomes the start of a full-on thunderstorm.

wrote this whilst waiting for my dinner to finish lmao. excuse any typos. thanks for sending in this prompt @bbrooklynbabe 🧡💚

from this ask game !

#ask game #ask answered #everlark #everlark fanfiction #my writing

11 notes · View notes

sanguine-salvation · 5 days ago

Text

get to know me meme

do you make your bed? Kind of halfway, lmao. I'll do the whole fancy deal when the sheets are freshly washed though. I used to work at a hotel so it's just reflex now.

favourite number? 24!

job? I work at a chocolatier!

if you could go back to school, would you? Assuming this is college and not just "I would like to relive my horrible teenage years" then hell yea. I would love to further my education, probably take some art classes, and I would love to study library and information science!

can you parallel park? NOPE.

do you think aliens are real? I mean, depending on definition, I wouldn't be surprised? There's probably some weird ass lil amoebas somewhere. My thing is don't rule it out, but never count on it, either.

can you drive a manual car? NOPEROONI.

what's your guilty pleasure? Jokes on you, I feel no guilt in my pleasures. (But probably sleeping in and wearing my jammies all day.)

tattoos? I don't have any but I WANT SOME SO BAD. My first one is going to be Spyro the Dragon because I promised 7 year old Draig that I would.

favourite colour? Green~

do you like puzzles? I fuckin LOVE puzzles. Any kind of puzzle, I am on it.

any phobias? Not really? Nothing really notable anyway.

favourite childhood sport? I actually did do a sport when I was really little, I was a softball gremlin.

do you talk to yourself? Yes, all the time.

Tagged by || @violetgleams (thank youuuu) Tagging || whoever wants to! tag me back so I can see! YES THIS MEANS YOU, EVEN IF YOU THINK IT DOESN'T.

#pass it on || dash games #;ooc || knives away

9 notes · View notes

imnotavamp1r3 · 11 months ago

Text

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

♡ Cute & Underrated Sanrio Characters! ♡

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Bonbon Ribbon

Bonbon Ribbon is a pink bunny who made her first appearance in her show Bonbon Ribbon in 2013. She wears several bows: a big one on her head and a few smaller ones in various other places. She loves to dance and sing, and she wants to be a fashion designer. She is so adorable and I would really love to have some merchandise of hers!

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆��☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Cathy

Cathy is a bunny who was created in 1973, making her older than Hello Kitty. She also resembles Hello Kitty very closely. She was unfortunately discontinued in 2011 after a 2010 lawsuit in which Mercis Media sued Sanrio for the character's resemblance to Miffy. I really love her design which makes me really sad about her discontinuation and I think she would have been so much more popular had she not been discontinued.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Cocoa & Vanilla

Cocoa and Vanilla are two mice who are brother and sister, with Cocoa being the older brother and Vanilla being the younger sister. They were introduced in 2012 through the show Sugarbunnies. They are apprentice chocolatiers who want to one day build a chocolate castle. Since the Sugarbunnies are getting more popular, I hope they get more recognition because I find them both really cute, especially Vanilla.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Amy

Amy Berry is a white dog from Hello Kitty & Friends: Let's Learn Together who was first introduced in 2017. She's a recurring character on the show. She has a brother named Eric and is friends with Kitty and Mimmy. She reminds me a lot of the coquette aesthetic and I love her simplistic design.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Button Nose

Button Nose is a young human girl from the show Button Nose, a show that follows her as she discovers that she comes from a royal family. She was introduced back in 1978. She makes strawberry jam and likes cookies. She lives in a strawberry-shaped house which Sanrio actually built a store resembling it in Tokyo in 1983 that was open for 28 years before closing in 2011.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Roonroonlulu

Roonroonlulu is a pink bunny from the Bonbon Ribbon universe. She loves candy and is the best dancer in the Lilybonbons dance team. Her design really caught my eye because of her violet legwarmers. I just thought they were such a cute addition to her design. She also wears a heart pendant and a bow.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Milkeemimi

Milkeemimi is a pink bunny from the Bonbon Ribbon universe. She wears two bows: a big one on her head and a smaller one on her wrist. My favourite features of hers are the polka dots on her ears and the hearts on her cheeks. She's supposed to be the smallest of the Lilybonbons and she looks up to Bonbon Ribbon as a big sister, which I thought was really cute.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 The Strawberry King

Strawberry King is a human character who was introduced in 1975. He rules over the Strawberry Kingdom and is known as a benevolent and kind ruler. I thought the big strawberry on his head made him look so cute and funny, so I couldn't resist putting him on this list. Aside from the Little Twin Stars, I feel like all of Sanrio's human characters are really underrated which is really unfortunate because of cute characters like the Strawberry King.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Mama

Mama is a bunny character who is My Melody and Rhythm's mom. There are multiple Sanrio characters named Mama, but I thought she was the cutest since My Melody is my favourite Sanrio character. She looks just like My Melody but in an apron and bonnet which I find so cute.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

🎀 Teddy The Teddy

I honestly don't know much about this character. I just thought his design and name were cute. Sanrio's website describes him as a spoiled bear who's always playing in his room. There wasn't much I could find about him so if you know more about this character, but he's so adorable and I want more content with him.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

That's it, byeeeee!! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

#sanrio #hello kitty #kawaii #cutecore #cutegore #emo #girlblogging #sanrio characters #bonbonribbon #my melody #girlblog #hello kitty and friends #baby pink #scenemo

14 notes · View notes

darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year ago

Text

The Dream - Chapter Nineteen.

Woah... So this chapter got away from me a little in the word count, a nice, long update to finish the week off with for you all, besties! Thank you so much to my usual little group who so tirelessly comment and reblog, you are beautiful people. Big love :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 3,852

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh man, I got the whole team assembled here!” Angel exclaimed, a week on from Keri’s visit to him, arriving in Provo to have four girls all run at him. “How y’all doing?” He greeted Rachel, Frankie and Jaime with a kiss, reserving the hugest one for Keri, looking up to notice a middle-aged man eyeing the scene with curiosity. “Yeah, dude. All four of ‘em. All mine. I’m fucking exhausted!”

He had them in hysterics, the man just shaking his head as he laughed and carried on, Angel and his little female entourage leaving the airport, all ready to drive right on up to the slopes for a day of snowboarding. He’d managed to get an early Friday morning flight, so they arrived at just gone 8am, everywhere still pretty quiet.

“Easy with those,” Keri advised, Angel diving right into a bag of his favourite chocolates, all the misshapes from the store that the staff got for less than half price. “That’s my last bag now I’ve left.”

“Oh, you actually did it?” he exclaimed through a mouthful of dark chocolate covered cinder toffee, referring to the fact Keri had revealed she was strongly considering quitting her part-time job at the chocolatier. “I thought you were only contemplating it last week.”

“I was,” she hummed, tying her boots on a little tighter, Angel wrapping up the chocolates again and placing them back into the front of her car. “But it made sense with all the work I have on, especially since wanting to keep my weekends free to see you means I’d have to indefinitely swap all my shifts to weeknight ones. Plus, I’d have been leaving anyway in just over a month when I finish up at college.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. And hey, if you need anything, cash wise? I gotchu, mamas,” he vouched, closing the car door and kissing her forehead.

“Angel, I don’t want to mooch off of you, it’s fine,” she protested lightly, although she did think it very sweet of him to offer.

“I will!” Rachel called after overhearing. “I’ll mooch!”

“Oh, you will, huh?” Angel laughed. “And what do I get in return huh, red?”

She smiled sultrily, beginning to undo her jacket, Angel’s eyebrows rising as she grabbed either side, about to reveal her cleavage before swiftly shutting it again. “Nah, not today!”

“Rachel, you have no commitment!” Frankie shouted, striding around and quickly checking her surroundings for other people before unzipping her jacket, grabbing her sweater, and promptly flashing Angel.

“Woah, pierced nipple titties, and it ain’t even 9am yet. Happy Friday to me!” he laughed, Frankie grinning as she adjusted her clothes again, the three girls shrieking with laughter at her antics.

“And you have no shame!” Jaime cried, shaking her head.

“Doesn’t matter!” Frankie chirped. “I’m gay, it doesn’t count!”

“Yeah, but I ain’t,” Angel grinned, snapping his teeth at her. Keri was in hysterics, even more so when Frankie held out her hand towards him.

“Bitch better have my money!”

He fished around in his pocket, pulling out a one-dollar bill. “You got change for that?”

She was aghast. “You sir, are rude! I’m so tripping you up for that.”

He shrugged, giving her a playful shove on his way past, heading over to the hire shop. “Y’all gotta catch me first.” She ran at him, jumping up onto his back, Angel hauling her up properly and continuing, carrying her into the shop with him, Keri beaming as she locked her car. She utterly adored how well he got along with her friends. She witnessed it all the more after four hours of snowboard hurtling, stopping for a few drinks at the bar.

“It’s gon’ hurt like fuck, Rach,” Angel warned, Rachel showing him the design she’d drawn for a tattoo she was planning, clusters of flowers with bumblebees and butterflies all around. “As soon as it hits your spine, trust me, y’all feel like screaming. I did.”

“Which one was worst for you?” Jaime began, who apart from Angel was the only other tattooed person at the table. “Spine or elbow?”

He snorted, shuddering. “I’d take spine over elbow a thousand times over. Elbow is straight devil bullshit.”

“Right, because it goes over that little nerve between the bones...” she began, her eyes widening as she pointed to her Shiva tattoo that extended over the entire area.

“And you feel like death would be better, right?” he interrupted with, Jaime in heavy agreement. “I fucking suck at getting tattooed, makes me miserable. That’s why none of mine really connect. I wanted full sleeves, but fuck that. Forearms and chest were the only ones that didn’t really bother me.”

“Right?” he confirmed, turning back to Rachel. “You found anyone to do that for you yet? Because if not, one of our guys in the club does fuckin’ badass colour stuff. Hang on, lemme find some of his work.” Grabbing his phone, he looked through to find Hank’s tattoo Instagram, leaning to kiss Keri as he did, resting his hand her leg so she didn’t feel left out of the conversation, being a person without tattoos and also no plans to have any. “Here.”

Rachel scrolled for all of ten seconds. “Okay, what’s his hourly rate?”

“Two hundred, but I could probably swing you a little discount. Just know that getting tattooed with a bunch of outlaws loitering ain’t gonna be the best first experience, though. If you cry, you’ll likely get razzed for it. Hank’s great, though. He’ll be patient with you regardless, he’s a kind dude.”

Keri snorted softly. “Someone’ll need to put a gag on Coco.” How well she knew him after only spending a short time in his company. “Perhaps not solely in the interests of keeping him quiet either.” Oh yes. She truly did.

Her statement had Angel laughing immediately. “Yeah, mamas. Can’t say he wouldn’t enjoy that, though. Mind you, if there’s anyone we gotta tie down, it’ll be Gilly. That man and redheads.” He let out a long, low whistle, turning to Rachel, who was nothing but curious in expression. Keri noticed, taking out her phone and flicking through her camera roll of all the pictures she’d taken during her stay in Santo Padre, handing it over to her friend. “That’s him.”

The noise that came from her mouth as she took Keri’s phone had Frankie snorting into her beer, blowing foam all over herself. “Is he a hottie, Rach?” she teased, the whole table entertained at the way her face continued to contort.

“Hnnghmmmhmmmlahmng.”

“I think that means she wants to bang him,” Keri whispered.

“Yeah I got that, dulce,” Angel replied, turning to kiss her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “So, you’re likely getting more than tattoo needles stuck in you when you come down, then?”

“Yes,” she finally confirmed, after a few more unintelligible noises. “Oh, that man could go to town on my lady junk for as long as he fucking wanted to. Turn me inside out and back again, I don’t care. Damn.”

Angel was in mild hysterics, grasping Rachel’s hand and giving it an emphatic squeeze and soft thump against the table. “I think somebody gon’ be damned popular with the big guy.” He then told her that he’d work something out with Hank for her tattoo during the time she’d be in Santo Padre, since earlier that week Keri had mentioned that she and her friends planned to head down there once their final semester was over, asking if he minded having an extra couple of houseguests.

Speaking of a woman being turned inside out and back again, that was exactly his plan a few hours later, once he’d checked into the hotel a block away from Frankie’s apartment. He’d politely refused hers and Jaime’s offer of staying with them, on account of the fact that, as he’d stated, ‘I’ve missed my girl, and I don’t plan on showing her that quietly.’ He didn’t, either.

“You missed me, my pretty little honey?” he panted, plunging into her from behind, the bed shaking, Keri reaching to grip the headboard as she cried out. “Yeah, you missed that big dick, huh?”

A blaze of nirvana burned through her as he assailed her soaking walls with long, hard strokes, his hand pounding off her butt, the sting prickling her skin. “Oh fuck, I really did. Harder, baby. Please, fucking ruin me.” she panted. He didn’t need to be asked twice, the surge in him like a live wire, the sound of their flesh smacking together filling the air, Keri wailing, his hand weaving through her hair and slowly tugging until he had her head pulled back, grinning at how she thrived on it.

“Yeah, my lil’ baby likes it when I’m rough, don’t she?” And god, how she did. How she thrived on the rapid delivery of his cock as it cut through the soaking squeeze of her hot cunt, pleasure throbbing through her as she shattered around him, like the ice upon a frozen lake cracking, her nerves in utter symphony as he slowed a little, tongue swiping a long lick up her spine.

She took that moment of calm within the storm of their sex to pull away from him, a smouldering look making his insides burn as she turned to him, her mouth pressing kisses against his sweaty chest. “Get on your back.”

He smirked, lifting his chin. “Oh, you gonna make me, mamacita?” A hand clasped at his neck a second later, Keri fixing him with stare of smoky allure, licking her lip, a seductive sweep that had his nerves bouncing.

“I am,” she purred, pushing until he moved, climbing astride him. “That’s it. Mmm, down boy.” Fire shot through him, the sensuality of the moment, his groan all grit and salt as she sank down on him, her tongue dragging a hot lick over his nipple, closing in a soft bite.

In their dreams, she’d once told him that she enjoyed that he brought out the bad girl in her. The live action version of that was utterly mind-blowing, Angel never being particularly yielding to anyone else, yet thriving when Keri did it to him, quite happily letting her pin him down by his neck, her fingers gently squeezing as she rode the hell out of his cock.

What felt even greater was knowing that she now felt comfortable enough with him to be that person in reality, which if he was honest, was probably the bigger turn on for him. Only just, though, being pinned there as she rode him, sparks skittering up his spine as he felt himself wind tighter, the coil snapping within him as he came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum before she collapsed down on top of him.

“Fuck...” he panted, stroking her back as she laid kisses against his neck. “Can we do that all over again before we gotta think about going out?”

Looking down at him, she planted a soft kiss upon his lips, moaning softly at the feel of his cock still twitching inside of her. “Oh, we’d better be. I think I want a little nap, but after that I’m going to take a shower, one I don’t plan on being alone for.”

An hour of sleep, an early room service dinner and twenty minutes of very hot fun in the shower later and Angel was sitting on the bed, watching Keri finish getting ready. Frankie and Jaime were having a small party, so of course they were heading there rather than going out alone.

Keri was coating her eyelashes in a second coat of mascara when she caught him staring out of the corner of her eye. “What?”

“Nothing,” he smiled, “I just love you, is all. I know it’s only been a month, but you’re so fucking incredible, and you make me really happy, querida.”

Her heart thrummed with the buzz such words evoked. “And I love you, too. We began so unbelievably, and I know it’s only early days, but we have so much to look forward to, don’t we? I can’t wait.” Her smile lit up her entire face, finishing putting her makeup on before dressing in a simple ensemble of a grey cropped top, a long black skirt and black boots, putting in her large hoop earrings and pulling on her jacket before they left.

“Oh, just to warn you, Aaron will be there tonight,” she told him as they left the hotel, Angel taking her hand in his.

“I don’t care,” he shrugged, noting her mildly affronted facial expression and adjusting his attitude a little. “Look, what I mean is that if he don’t like me, then it’s his problem. I ain’t gonna be frosty with him, but if he doesn’t like me then he’s entitled not to, and I’m not gonna change his mind.”

As it turned out, Aaron was the one to answer the door to them, greeting Keri with his usual warmth and banter, Angel receiving a nod of acknowledgement, but nothing more. Ash, however, made up for it.

“My dude!” he yelled from across the apartment, jumping the coffee table and arriving to give him a big hug. “Keri, I’m stealing your man!”

Angel turned to give her a quick kiss before Ash engaged him in conversation, Aaron pushing his glasses up his nose with a sour look on his face. Of course, she noticed.

“Hey.” Grabbing his forearms gently, she steered him to face her. “Look, he knows you don’t like him, and he even said he won’t try to change your mind, but he has no issue with you. Please, for me, will you just try to get along with him? I get that you think he’s a dangerous guy, and if I’m honest with myself then yes, I have to admit that he is. He’s into things I don’t necessarily condone, but that’s not every facet of him. Do you really think the others would like him as much if he was really just as bad to the bone as you sum him up to be?”

He looked uncomfortable to have been approached so directly about it, Aaron often not particularly enjoying when his own tactics were turned back on him. He had a habit of being the one who domineered the conversation. “I can’t be fake, Keri. Listen, I’ll be cordial with your boyfriend, but I still stand firm on the fact I don’t think he’s good for you. I can’t help but worry that something bad will happen to you because of you being with him.”

She sighed, nodding as she released the gentle grip on his arms. “Alright.” Cordial was all she could hope for, fixing a smile back on her face as she greeted Sam and Meredith, two of Frankie and Jaime’s friends who the latter knew from work, pouring herself a drink and chattering with them for a while before moving around to be social, eventually sliding into place back at her boyfriend’s side.

They flitted to and from one another for the rest of the night, Frankie stealing him halfway through to go and buy weed with her (‘the guy scares me, I want some literal muscle with me!’ as she worded it) before she, Angel and Jaime went out onto the fire escape to smoke it, where the party had spilled over, a few other of the younger tenants from the apartments out being social, bringing their own beers out, people blending and getting to know one another.

Not everyone was quite so magnanimous, though.

“Who’s that guy in the kitchen getting into Jaime’s gin?” Keri asked, watching a guy literally upending the bottle into his mouth. She didn’t recognise him, and certainly even if he was a friend, basic etiquette dictated that you do not knock back someone else’s booze, of which he’d pulled from a cupboard, no less, drinking as if it was water. It was her Sakurao, a Japanese gin which she tended to keep back just for her and Frankie on account of the price tag.

“I dunno, K,” Ash mused, scratching his hair as he wobbled slightly. “I haven’t ever seen him before.”

She frowned, walking into the kitchen, Ash following. “Hey, excuse me? That’s Jaime’s gin, and it costs a fortune. Did she say you could have some?”

The guy paused, scoffing. “Who the fuck is Jaime?”

“Erm, you’re in her apartment,” Keri revealed, gesturing around herself. “Come on, dude. This isn’t cool.” Reaching for the bottle, she pulled it away from him, locating the lid and screwing it back on.

“Hey!” he suddenly bellowed, making her jump. “Who the fuck are you, goddamned alcohol police? Hand it over!”

She gaped at him. “Are you seriously talking to me like this in my best friend’s home? Get out here!” Being that it was like a second home to her, she felt bolstered by that fact, and that she knew she was in the right. What she hadn’t taken into consideration though, was just how drunk the guy was. A guy she didn’t know at all. A guy who, unlike her own friends, likely wouldn’t have taken her gentle reprimanding well; because he didn’t.

His hand shot out, shoving her in the face, snatching the bottle back and grabbing her jaw. “You fucking come near me again and I’ll smack you down, little girl!”

“Hey!” she heard from behind her, Rachel steaming in out of nowhere. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

He snorted with entertainment, reaching out and shoving Keri again, Rachel catching her, putting herself between him and her tiny friend. “I do what I like.”

She was aghast at his audacity. “No, you fucking don’t! You have no right to touch any woman like that, do you understand?” she cried, just about to move and yell for Angel when Ash, who’d been distracted by someone pulling him into conversation, acted for her. Pushing through the doors, he let out a piecing whistle. “Angel! Come up here, bro. We got a situation.” He then turned to the guy, grinning smugly. “You’re in fucking trouble now, man.”

Angel was with them quickly, moving straight to Keri as soon as he saw her looking a little wide eyed, cuddled against Rachel. His eyes darkened. “What the fuck happened?”

Rachel pointed to where the guy and his friends were leaving, trying to exit out of the kitchen door and back onto the fire escape. “Guy in the Chicago Bulls jersey just shoved Keri around.”

The look on his face turned from dark to completely thunderous in a nanosecond. “Hold these.” Sliding his rings off of both hands, he gave them to Rachel, Keri reaching to try and stop him. “No, no. Nobody puts a fucking hand on you.” Storming back out, he saw the guys hadn’t gotten far, Angel reaching and hauling him back by the neck of his identifying jersey, getting right up in his face.

“Hey, what’s your problem, man?” the guy spat, gesturing wide with his arms.

“You, putting a hand on my girl. That’s my problem.”

He received a slight sneer, the guy opening his mouth before promptly and without pause, Angel punched him in it. The silence of the people who had stopped to watch it unfold was rippled by a chorus of ‘oooh’ at witnessing the guy slump against the wall, Angel laying into him, throwing another three flesh splitting, bone fracturing punches before grabbing hold of him.

A hand fastened around his wrist, another grasping his jeans, before the guy who thought he could do whatever he wanted discovered that there were certain repercussions to such; like being thrown over the fire escape and dangled there by an irate outlaw.

A deathly hush fell over the small crowd.

“What the fuck, man? Let me go!” the guy yelled, his legs flailing, trying not to look four floors down at the ground.

Angel snorted, glaring down at him. “You fucking touch my girl again and I will. Do not try me. You think this is angry? Bitch you ain’t even seen angry yet.” He then loosened his grip, just a fraction, enough to scare the shit out of him.

Immediately, the target of his rage screamed. “Please, please I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Ain’t me you gotta apologise to,” Angel began. “Keri? Come here, baby.” She moved past Rachel and Ash, arriving at his side, quivering a little. Nobody had ever defended her like that before, and it was an adrenaline-stirring sight. Angel truly did not play when it came to someone he loved. “Now tell her you’re sorry for putting your fucking hands on her.”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry I shoved you. I take it back, I do. Please, please don’t let your guy drop me!”

Angel looked to her. “Satisfied?”

She nodded, stepping back. “Yeah, that’s good enough for me.”

Hauling him back up over the fire escape, Angel dumped him unceremoniously upon the black iron, the guy standing up and gathering himself. “You got five seconds to move, or you meet my fists again. Get your bitch ass outta here.” The warning was heeded, the three guys making a speedy exit, passing a glaring Frankie by, who then came hurtling up the steps to throw her arms around Angel.

“You’re the fucking best!” Taking his face in her hands, she planted a huge kiss on his lips, pulling away and crinkling her nose. “Nope. Thankful, but definitely gay.” Everyone cracked up at that, her usual comedy cutting the lingering tension from the air as people all around told Angel how awesome he was for handling the situation like that. Well, the ones who weren’t scared stiff after witnessing him dangle someone off a fire escape.

One of those who was appreciative came in an unlikely source, Aaron approaching, standing square in front of him. Angel wondered for a moment, just what kind of response his fairly extreme actions would get from a guy who already had admitted to not liking him for being a violent outlaw, looking down to see a hand extended to him.

“You look out for Keri like that, and you and I don’t have a problem any longer. I see she’s gonna be just fine with you. Wanna go get a beer?”

Angel smiled, shaking his hand before clasping his shoulder. “Yeah, c’mon, bro.”

Inside, Keri breathed a huge sigh of relief, Angel turning to kiss her and Aaron checking she was alright after her ordeal before they entered the kitchen, fetching a few beers from the ice-filled sink and beginning to talk.

Frankie put her arm around her, nodding towards the guys. “Who knew all it took for Aaron to be cool with Angel was to see something as small and simple as someone being thrown over a fire escape?”

Her light sarcasm had Keri in stitches, leaning into her as she sipped her drink. Yes, he was definitely becoming at home in her world, and nothing could please her more.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

30 notes · View notes

fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

Text

secret Santa present for: @iambutmortal (my message for you is at the end 💚) @acotargiftexchange, thank you for this great event!!

..............................................................................................

pairing: Elain x Lucien word count: 10k words info: canon-compliant, post ACOSF type: a little bit of angst, a fine amount of smut, overall fluff summary: Lucien and Elain are finally putting everything aside and listen to their hearts one Solstice Evening. But obviously that does not work without some misunderstanding that creates a bit of angst and unease. And since our favourite male with fire in his blood is involved there is also a fine amount of smut in this story.

Her whole body covered in a thin layer of flour and with her fingers kneading the chocolaty dough in front of her, Elain stood in the kitchen of the Riverside House. Absently, her fingers danced over the dough, her eyes were trained on outside, watching the scenery.

What was Elain watching? The snowflakes dancing around in the air? The oh so powerful High Lord of the Night currently sitting in snow, roaring with laughter?

No, Elain’s sole focus was on her mate. Her mate who swirled the tiny heir to the Night Court around, throwing Nyx into the air, catching him again. His small wings flapped behind his back every time he was up in the air. They laughed loudly, Nyx giggling uncontrollably when he once again landed in his uncle’s arms.

Colour bloomed in Elain’s cheeks when she caught herself grinning at the scenery she was watching. Her heart swelled, beating against her rib cage. She had to admit that her ovaries did some tiny, happy flips at the sight of Lucien and how he acted with his nephew. It was truly a sight for sore eyes. And not to start about the fiery male himself.

Lucien, he looked stunning with his hair the colour of fire, his jacket a forest green, his tall and muscular body standing in the middle of the endless white.

The dough long forgotten, Elain turned her back to the window, leaned against the counter, crossed her arms over her chest and bit down on her lip. What could she do that that night would turn out differently than every time before? How should she approach him? How would he react after years of ignorance?

Those cookies she was making were specifically for her mate. She had it all planned out, had been daydreaming about it already many times in the past days. Nuala, Cerridwen and herself had made the plan with the cookies that were then in the making. The plan and everything that came after it sounded so damn good in Elain’s mind she simply had to smile again when thinking about it.

Elain would offer her mate the cookies. Lucien would accept them. She would apologise then for the past years and Lucien would accept that apology as well. And then there were two ways, Elain had imagined, about how that conversation could continue.

Firstly, they would talk, that she would apologise again, Lucien would bring her to his chest, hug her, hold her, comfort her. He would tell that it is fine and that he wanted to accept the bond with her.

Second option would be a little bit…spicier. Oh gods! The things she had already imagined when it came to Lucien… Elain knew that she could never let anyone know. Not even Nuala and Cerridwen, her best friends.

The second option would be that he would kiss her —first softly then more passionately. Lucien would sit her on the counter, both would loose their clothes, he would taste her —Grayson had never done that but she imagined Lucien to be a male who liked doing that sort of things. Elain he would softly whisper with his beautiful, deep voice, his head between her thighs. Elain squeezed her thighs together at that thought, giggling sheepishly. Lucien would then take her on the counter, then they would go over to the table. Elain.

Maybe he would turn her around, so that her front was facing the table. Elain. She obviously had no idea how that worked, had only ever read about that in one of Nesta’s books, but she was sure Lucien had experience in that matter. He would move—

"Elain!" Someone was snapping their fingers in front of the Archeron sister’s face. Shrieking slightly, Elain blinked her eyes open, not even remembering when she had closed them.

"Are you trying to burn down the whole house, sweetie?" It was the tall Illyrian general who stood in front of her. One hand held a tray of burnt cookies the other was braced on his hip while he examined Elain. Amusement laced his features and he raised a brow. He definitely knew that Elain had been daydreaming and Cassian for sure also knew about who she had been dreaming. Good thing was that he did not know the…dirty things she had been thinking about. Gods! A hole in the ground should open if he knew.

"Daydreaming huh? Don’t worry the male of your dreams will soon come inside. Nyx wanted to build another fortress though so it can take a little while before they actually get inside."

Elain’s lips parted, she wanted to protest or at least say something, but nothing left her mouth. She forced a smile to her lips and nodded.

Cassian’s features turned soft, sincere and honest. He placed the tray on the counter and inhaled deeply. "Lucien is a good male, Elain. He likes you, this is very obvious. Don’t make it so hard for him, sweetie, he does not deserve that.”

Elain had to giggle at that and buried her hot face in her hands. "How can you read me so well, general?"

Cassian laughed at that. He leaned forward and kissed his sister-in-law’s cheek, before making a spin on his heels and heading for the living room.

On the threshold he paused and looked at Elain over his shoulder. "I am your sister’s mate. You are quite similar in many ways. And apart from that, I have also known you for quite a while. You get that look on your face when you think about Lucien.”

The tall Illyrian flashed Elain a toothy grin and winked before disappearing into the living room, leaving Elain alone with her tray of burnt cookies and the dough for Lucien’s cookies that still had to be done. Gods!

Enough with the daydreaming, a lot had to be done then. Elain also still had to make the cream for the cookies so that they would truly be perfect for her mate.

Stress kicked in the moment she finished her thought. But also anticipation, excitement and euphoria. Happily giggling and clapping her hands once, Elain turned back to the counter and went back to work on her dough.

That day, that Solstice would change everything, Elain knew it. That day —maybe night— would be the start of something new. Of something great!

✧ ✧ ✧

"You can have one. Take the chocolate one with the cream, they are the best." Elain’s voice was cheery, yet soft and calm. The emissary hadn’t heard her enter his gaze solely focused on his mate’s freshly baked goods.

With colour blooming high on his defined and tanned cheeks Lucien turned around, his hands simultaneously moving into the pockets of his pants. Anticipation bubbled inside of him – he hadn't seen Elain in such a long time, had been yearning to hear her voice again. And there it was, her soft and mellifluous voice, one of the most beautiful sounds in the entire world.

Elain’s heart pounded in her chest when her mate turned around. He looked so handsome, his style simply magnificent.

Lucien had dressed up even more for Solstice, a green suit jacket perfectly fitted for him paired with dark brown breeches and polished boots of the same colour. His hair was neatly combed back, fixed with a leather strap. He was a male of stunning, cruel beauty and—

Elain was totally staring. Colour and heat filled her from her cleavage up to the top of her head, a soft laugh slipping through her lips.

Lucien forgot how to breath when his eyes locked with Elain's. There she stood, Elain Archeron, the king slayer, the most beautiful female in Prythian, his mate.

She was dressed in the most stunning forest green dress, her long hair falling in soft waves over one shoulder, her fawn eyes lighting up when their gazes met. It still felt odd to think about Elain in such a way, had he once thought of Jesminda to be the most beautiful female in the world. But there was no comparison to Elain—her presence alone could light up the darkest night.

And maybe Lucien had just imagined it, but there had been that spark in her eyes. A spark full of anticipation, of hope and admiration.

The corner of Lucien’s mouth tipped up when he bowed his head and parted those beautiful lips that Elain often found herself gazing at.

"Lady Elain," he greeted, his voice a deep rumble through the room. The richness of it reverberated through Elain and made the hair on her body rise—it had been such a long time since she a had heard his voice.

"You look…beautiful tonight, my lady," Lucien breathed and watched his mate’s cheeks turn even a shade darker. Marvelous, he had wanted to say, breathtaking, stunning, magnificent. But he had chosen beautiful, not wanting his compliment to be too straightforward.

You too, Elain wanted to say but she didn’t. Why didn’t she? She had no idea. The words just died in her throat, her nervousness about his presence —about her mate’s presence— being too much for her to form a coherent thought and—

"A cookie. Have one, Lucien.”

Lucien breathed a soft laugh and dipped his chin. "Thank you, I think I'll have one later," the emissary said with a smile on his lips.

"Feel free to have one now!" Elain pushed. She wanted him to taste them. Those cookies had specifically been baked them for him, the cream topping was made of whipped cream with cinnamon and sunflower seeds. She thought it was perfect for her mate. It was his present!

"Later. I am not hungry now, my lady." Lucien smiled again, his heart rapidly beating against his rib cage. He could not accept them now. Not like that. Not with what it would mean…

Elain’s smile faltered, her eye brows creasing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "Of course,” the Archeron sister mumbled and dipped her chin.

“There is still something…some things…something concerning the food in the dining room I have to do. I have to do—prepare, I mean,” she hastily brought out and waved at Lucien, spinning around on her heels, momentarily nearly colliding with the doorframe before heading out of the room.

Why did her throat feel so dry all of a sudden? It burned and she—

Why hadn’t Lucien accepted her cookies? Why didn’t he want one? Why did he—

Was he finally tired of her constantly shutting him out? Pushing him away? Being ignorant towards him.

She would understand it. Honestly it would make so much sense if he no longer wanted to trail after her. He obviously had to be tired of her ignorance… Of course lately it had got better. Elain had sought his company more often, but had never really made that much conversation with him. It had always stayed with how the other one was doing and what they were about to do. It was just…the mating bond made everything so complicated. Elain often found herself to be so terribly nervous around Lucien, she could not even think straight.

A bolt pierced through Lucien's heart when Elain had stormed out of the room. But accepting those cookies would mean accepting food from his mate which would mean sealing the bond. He wanted nothing more than that, the bond —of course— but Elain did not, or at least had not made a sign that she did. He could not force her into that like that. Elain had probably no idea what she had suggested and what it would mean. He had wanted to explain it, but Elain had already left. He would talk to her later. Maybe there would be a chance for just the two of them to talk?

Lucien had noticed that Elain had changed a bit around him. Other than hiding and shying away he had noticed that she had sometimes sought his company in the past months. But they hadn’t really talked. Shy glances, sheepish smiles, polite nods and some small talk had been the most of communicating they had done.

Maybe things would change a little bit that night? Maybe things would finally go into a different direction that night? The longest night of the year.

When Lucien walked into the family dining room moments later he was already highly expected by —who would have guessed— one of his newly found friends, the Lord General of the Night Court armies, Cassian. Clapping his hand on the table and then waving Lucien over, Cass hollered, “Come here, you clever fox. Saved that seat for you.”

Lucien had to admit that out of all the people present, safe for Elain, he liked Cassian the most. He had become his friend quite easily, they shared a lot of interests and always found something to talk about. That was, Lucien thought, quite a relief. Since having befriended Cassian, coming to the Night Court had become less awkward, now he had someone else to talk to when Feyre did not have time.

Happy and excited chatter filled the room while food got handed out. Lucien was rather hesitant with scooping foot onto his plate so Cassian took it into his hand to fill the emissary‘s plate with enough food.

Everyone was enjoying the different dishes, praising the cooks —Nuala, Cerridwen and Elain— and engaging in talks about everything and anything.

“I was thinking about going to the continent for a while,” Lucien said and drew Cassian’s attention to him.

“The continent?” Cass asked with raised brows and Lucien bowed his head.

“Why? Why now? Why at all? The continent is fucking far away?!” Cassian exclaimed and a crease on his forehead appeared.

Lucien shrugged one shoulder and scooped up a spoonful of potatoes, but then placed it down again.

“She likes you. So if it is just because of Elain, then don't do it. It would be foolish. Actually you two are foolish. Well, blind fools is what you are.” The Illyrian general had to chortle when he finished his sentence. Lucien didn’t really feel like laughing, what Cassian had said already occupying his mind. Elain liked him. He had had an inkling that she started to feel more comfortable around him, but Cassian…Cassian probably had more insight being mated to Elain’s older sister. Lucien’s chest warmed when a small smile tugged on his lips and a kernel of hope bloomed in his chest.

It vanished just a second later.

The emissary lifted his gaze, his food mostly untouched on his plate, and looked over to where Elain sat. She was already looking at him, her eyes sad, her demeanour somber. Lucien swallowed thickly when Elain quickly averted her gaze. She looked at Mor, then at Azriel and lastly at Feyre, forcing a smile to her lips. It was her sister’s birthday, she had to try to act happy at least.

Lucien saw that Elain’s smile did not reach her eyes and he hated that he apperently was the reason for her sadness. He had always been the reason for her discomfort but now…now she was sad because of him. That hurt even more.

She should have just given him a chance to explain and not immediately run off.

“Elain,” Lucien said, his mouth acting quicker than his brain. The female’s gaze snapped to him, her fawn eyes wide open while she parted her lips.

Feyre stopped mid-sentence, focusing on Lucien and what he was about to say. Lucien hated that. Hated that everyone always seemed so very invested in their relationship. Yes, Elain was Feyre’s sister, but it was Elain’s damn life and she did not always need surveillance from her older sister.

“Could you pass me the salt please?”

A crease appeared on Elain’s forehead, but quickly her hand reached forward and without a word being spoken she handed Lucien the salt. Then without giving Lucien another glance she turned back to Mor. One could cut the tension with a knife, it somehow uncomfortable for everyone present. Nesta cleared her throat, it being obvious on her face that she searched for something she could say to interrupt the excruciating silence.

“Jurian,” she croaked and cleared her throat again. “Jurian, how is our once-human, once eye-ball-in-a-ring doing?”

Her question drew a small chuckle from Cassian, both his and his mate’s gaze moving to the Night Court emissary.

Lucien wiped his hands clean on his napkin and lifted his gaze. “Fine. He and Vassa are—” Constantly doing it on every surface and not only once had the Autumn Court male walked in on them.

Lucien would obviously not say that, but—

It was then that Nyx started making grabby hands at his favourite uncle. “Lulu. Lu. Lu. Lulu,” the tiny Illyrian boy blabbered, tears already filling his eyes. Feyre acted quickly, standing, scooping her little boy up and handing him to Lucien who already welcomed him with a big grin and open arms. “Hey, you tiny bat. Missed me already, huh?”

Nyx seemed content about sitting down on his uncle’s lap, giggling happily and grabbing his favourite dragon toy that Azriel handed him.

“Lulu,” Nyx giggled, poking his chest and then fully focused on the toy in his hands.

Lucien’s hand brushed over the little boy’s head before he turned his attention back to Cassian.

“Where were we? Ah, right Vassa and Jurian. They are very close now. Engaged actually,” Lucien said with a small smile on his lips. It must have either been little Nyx, the name Vassa from Lucien’s lips or the word engaged that drew Elain’s attention to their conversation and she glimpsed at her mate over the edge of her glass. She did not drink though, she watched and listened. And gods, if Lucien interacting with his little nephew wasn’t the most adorable thing in this entire world she did not know what would be. And his smile. Lucien’s smile always knocked the breath from her lungs. Elain knew that it could light up the darkest night, even the Hewn City and…her life.

The glass still tipped to her lips, her eyes on her mate, she continued to listen. Ugh, Elain thought, did Lucien have to talk so much about Vassa, the beautiful and stunning human queen?

“The firebird has our former general quite wrapped around her finger, huh?” Cassian chuckled.

“Absolutely, he is so enamoured by her.” Are you enamoured…by me? Elain thought. Could people say the same about them?

“Are you inhaling your drink, girl?”

Elain choked on a breath that made her blow air into her drink. The liquid went over the edge the class in one sweep, onto the table and even up into Elain’s face.

“Shit,” the middle Archeron sister cursed under her breath. Had she just cursed? Gods, had his always so formal and well-mannered mate just cursed?

Lucien couldn’t avoid the tiny, happy grin that spread over his face, neither could his heart which made a happy, little leap. Elain looked adorable, flecks of red now covering her face.

Nyx giggle loudly and pointed his tiny index finger at his aunt. “El, El!” he cackled.

Lucien tried to calm him, his thumb swiping over the little boy’s cheek. Her cheeks turning a deep crimson red, Elain lifted her gaze. Lucien was already looking at her, his eyes soft and warm, not mocking her that she had just spilt the wine all over the table and even on her. He smiled and Elain…Elain returned it before pushing her chair back and getting up. “I’ll get cleaned up,” she said, hastily running out of the room.

Elain only returned some time later when everyone had already sat down in the family living room for present giving. Nyx still wouldn’t let go of his favourite uncle and so the fiery male sat on the floor with the Night Court’s heir on his lap. And Elain, she sat down on the couch close to them.

“First one!” Mor cheered happily, jumped up and brought her present over to Rhysand. And so it continued, presents were handed out. Lucien was helping Nyx unpack a present from Nesta, Elain watching them, grinning.

Only Cassian’s low rumble of laughter made her turn. She looked away, leaning back onto the couch and crossed her arms over her chest.

Every present had been handed out at some point later, chatter and laughter started once again and—

Lucien hadn‘t brought her one?

Elain acted like she did not noticed or mind. She smiled between her sister, acting all cheery and joyful. Inside of her, her heart crumbled.

Lucien was still sitting on the floor talking to Mor while both of them played with Nyx. He hadn‘t brought her a present. But honestly it made so much sense—why should he bring her one?

Elain had never gifted him anything. Why should he continue to gift her something?

That year Elain actually had a gift for him —the cookies— but Lucien didn‘t want them. It was all so—

“Elain?“

The female in question snapped her head to the side, eyes full of hope and with anticipation bubbling inside of her, she looked at her mate.

“I think Amren has overlooked your present. It is still—“ Lucien wiggled his arm free from Nyx‘s hold and pointed to the back of the couch, “there somewhere.“

Nodding frantically, Elain grinned at her mate and jumped to her feet. She made a bee-line for the other side of the couch, the deep rumble of her mate following her. Her toes once again curled—ugh, his voice…

Amren had probably not overlooked her present but had rather not been able to lift it and ignored it on purpose. Because, gods, Elain‘s present was huge.

She spun around, searching Lucien‘s gaze across the room. He was already looking at her, eyes glowing brightly. Lucien placed Nyx down, making him sit next to Mor and got up. He strolled over to his mate who already started tugging on a ribbon.

“That is for me?“ Elain gasped. She no longer would hide her excitement.

“Yes,“ Lucien smiled, “It is not much, but I hope you like it.“

The wrapping gone, four pots, flowerpots, of different sizes and decorated with the most beautiful designs ELain had ever seen where revealed to them. Elain lifted one out of the box and grinned from on ear to the other.

“Stunning,“ she breathed. “Thank you so much. How? Where?“

“A friend of mine from the Dawn Court made them. A tinkerer,“ the emissary explained and smiled. His chest exploded with euphoria—Elain was grinning and she loved the present.

It was just when Elain wanted to say that her present had actually been the self-made baked goods, that Rhysand clinked a fork against his glass.

“Feyre, Nyx and I are leaving for the cabin. We will enjoy some family time there,” he said. Azriel had already retired to his room some minutes ago, or wherever he snuck off to lately. Amren and Varian had soon followed suit and Mor and Emerie were also on the verge of leaving for Mor’s apartment.

Cassian, Nesta, Elain and Lucien walked out onto the balcony to say goodbye to High Lord and Lady and their son. The departure was quick and so was Cassian and Nesta’s announcement of also heading upstairs.

The four of them entered the living room together, Cass and Nesta pivoting towards the staircase immediately.

“You do as you wish, little fox. A room is prepared for you, but I assume you rather stay down here a little longer.” Cassian winked at Lucien over his shoulder before scooping Nesta up in his arms and carrying her outside, disappearing.

Elain stood by the fireplace, fumbling with the hems of her dress, her gaze jumping between the pile of wrapping papers and her mate.

Once again the breath got knocked from Lucien’s lungs – a halo of light from the fireplace surrounded Elain's figure, her skin glowing, her eyes shining. His heart skipped a beat when a small smile spread over her face and she parted her lips. “Seems like we are the only ones left,” Elain whispered when she met her mate’s gaze.

Lucien shoved his hands into his pockets, moving closer to Elain. He smiled. “Seems like we are.”

“Tonight was…nice,” Elain breathed, her cheeks heating up. Her trembling fingers toyed with a ruffles of her dress. She had sat down on the couch.

“Yes, it was. Nyx is adorable, isn’t he?” Lucien walked up to his mate, getting closer to her before sitting down as well.

“I—“ “Why did-“ “You first!” “You—“

Both had to giggle at that. Lucien cleared his throat and dipped his chin. “You first, Elain.”

“Why did you eat none of my food tonight? The cookies…they were my Solstice gift. Specifically made for you.”

A small crack appeared in Lucien’s heart, his lips forming a pout. “Elain, I—”

“Is it because of my behaviour in the past years?”

Lucien just had to get closer, to touch her, to convince her that that was not at all it. The fiery male moved closer to her and tugged a loose strand of hair behind Elain’s pointy ear, his eyes not for once leaving his mate’s.

"When a female offers the male food it means they accept the bond, Elain. I couldn’t let this happen without you knowing it. I had to tell you first, I could not just eat and tell you afterwards," Lucien explained, nothing but sincerity in his voice.

“Oh, so thoughtful,” Elain whispered, almost getting lost in her mate’s eyes. Her heart was pounding in her throat, her chest warming at Lucien’s kindness, his thoughtfulness.

"But do you want it? Do you want to accept it?"

Elain could hear it —feel it, how Lucien’s heart sped up, skipping one or the other beat.

"Your food?" he sheepishly asked when colour once again filled his tanned cheek. He truly was the most beautiful male in this world, Elain thought to herself and smiled.

"The bond," she said and although her hands felt shaky, her voice came out strong and steady. "The mating bond with me."

Lucien smiled and for a moment looked past Elain at the opposite wall. The fireplace casted a soft, red-ish light over the walls of the living room. It reminded Lucien of the Autumn Court, but before he could let himself think further about it he looked back at his mate. "Take a guess," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Elain let a breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding in escape and swallowed thickly. Her eyes of brown met one of russet and one of metal, locking. She felt her lower lip tremble when she parted her mouth.

"I would hope so. But—" She cut herself off, swallowing again. "But after all my ignorance towards you, towards this bond, I would understand it if you said no."

The words hurt, cutting into her heart and making tears burn behind her eyes.

It was Lucien who fully closed the distance between them. He leaned downwards, softly brushing his lips over Elain’s forehead. He placed his hands on her shoulders, fingers slightly curling around her soft neck, their eyes locking once again.

"One thing that has to be completely clear for you, Elain, is that not once have I blamed you for your…ignorance. It hurt me of course, but I was never angry. I understood you, still do. I couldn’t believe the whole bond myself and you—you haven’t even been fae," Lucien said, "It must have been so hard for you."

His arms wrapped around his mate’s shoulders, bringing her in for a hug that Elain gladly welcomed, her own arms curling around her mate’s broad torso. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder, marvelling into his beguiling scent—herbs, rich and lush spices, his smell so woodsy, earthy and musky. It was perfect.

Their desire stretched out, making it impossible to breath when they left their embrace. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes, they were inhaling the same air, their hands still touching, heat from one body merging with the other’s.

Lucien drew in a deep breath, eyes scanning his beautiful mate’s face. Elain gave his hands a tiny squeeze, pulling Lucien just an inch closer. The Autumn Court male leaned into his mate, drawing in her scent of honey and jasmine. He smiled to himself, their noses nearly touching, lips only mere inches apart.

"Allow me to kiss you, Elain Archeron," Lucien asked when Elain’s eyes fluttered shut.

"Please," she answered with a breathy voice and was the one to close the distance between their mouths.

The first connection of their lips wasn’t just a brush, wasn’t just a peck, it was a kiss filled with love and understanding and the promise of something more. Something deeper. The kiss carried along the promise of a future together, a mating bond stronger than anything and mutual acceptance and appreciation.

It started soft and gentle, Lucien’s tongue carefully easing Elain’s lips apart, tasting her mouth, exploring. The Archeron sister sighed into the kiss, marvelling into the warmth of her mate, his scent, the feel of his body under her hands. Her hands that slowly, almost teasingly, stroked up his chest before coming to a rest on his shoulders. It was Elain who deepened the kiss, sliding forward on the couch and onto her mate’s lap. She needed more of his touch, she needed to be closer, she needed…Lucien.

Pulling her closer my her hips, Lucien placed one hand on Elain’s neck, his thumb stroking over her jaw. Breathless, he pulled back, his forehead resting against Elain’s, his hot breath tickling her skin.

"You are…" Lucien breathed. Through heavy-lidded eyes he glimpsed at his mate who wore an expectant look, her fawn eyes glowing brightly.

"I am?" Elain whispered. She leaned forward and nipped on the emissary’s lower lip.

"Magnificent," Lucien grinned. "Absolutely magnificent. Breathtaking and stunning. I should have told you that before."

"Why didn’t you? Didn’t think of you to be the shy kind of type,” Elain teased, wiggling her hips slightly. And gods, Lucien loved the feel of it. But what he loved even more was that side of Elain. Not the shy and reserved Elain, but the happy, bubbly, taunting Elain.

The emissary pecked the corner of her mouth and breathed a chuckle. "I wanted to wait for the right moment. When we are alone," he purred, the tenor of his voice making Elain’s toes curl in her wool socks. Something tightened in her lower belly at how he had said 'when were a alone'.

"What else could we do when are alone?"

A smirk appeared on Lucien’s lips. His thumbs were then brushing her wrists.

"What are you thinking about, my lady?" the red haired male drawled and leaned back. Amusement laced his insides when Elain blushed, fighting a grin that threatened to spread all over her face.

"What are you thinking about, my lord?"

A groan of approval at the title Elain had just given him left Lucien. Yeah, he liked the sound of it, how Elain sounded when saying it—it had just been on the edge of breathy, like a whisper.

“Oh, there are many things I think about," Lucien hummed and moved his mate closer to him. Elain squirmed. The hardness pressing against her core told her exactly what her mate was thinking about. Thank the gods it was exactly what she had been thinking about. But still, she wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to know if the always so polite and well-mannered Lucien Vanserra could talk dirty. She had never heard a male talk in that way, only ever read it in books, in Nesta’s books.

"Like what?" she hummed, her hands finding their place on Lucien’s chest, toying with a button and then opening it. Lucien must have discarded of his beautiful jacket at some point before.

The emissary smirked when Elain opened yet another button and then another, tentatively revealing more and more of his golden brown chest and the fine dusting of red hair.

"You really want know? Every little detail I think about when it comes to you?" Lucien purred, kissing his mate’s pointed ear. His damp lips brushed her lobe when he continued and whispered, "Even if those are dirty maybe even quite filthy things?"

Especially those things, Elain thought. Well, no—she had said it out loud which made a whole-hearted laugh leave her mate. His whole body shook, bouncing Elain slightly on his lap but quickly catching her and bringing her close again. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress slightly up and making it pool around her hips. Elain didn’t seem to mind.

"Well, if you are so eager to find out I could just show you."

Elain giggled, her heart beating in her throat. She knew what was about to happen. Her mate would claim her, make her his. From that moment on they would be each other’s. She would fully bare herself to the glorious male whose lap she sat on. Not only physically but also emotionally.

"Show me then, Lord Lucien. I want this. I want you. And I am" —Elain drew in a deep breath, cupped her mate’s face in her hands, looked him deep in the eyes— "yours. Fully and completely yours. And you are mine, Lucien Vanserra.”

That statement, it did something to the Autumn Court male. Some primal power inside of him was unleashed, purely male pride set free. His lips met his mate’s in a hungry, almost ravishing kiss that made both sides gasp.

"Shouldn’t we go upstairs to your room?" Lucien asked, only momentarily breaking the kiss.

"No." Elain kissed her mate again.

“There are still people in the house. They could catch us. It is the family living room."

Elain rolled her hips forward, Lucien hardness forming and impressive bulge in his breeches. He groaned and stopped the kiss to examine his mate.

"Unless that excites you? Does it…turn you on that we could get caught?" He smirked and watched his mate’s cheek turn a deep crimson red.

Lucien then flashed his mate an assuring smile that should tell her that it was completely fine and that he would never judge her for what would excite her. In all honesty, it excited him as well. The smile calmed Elain and she dipped her chin. Her hands moved up to Lucien's shoulder, she once again locked her gaze with his and parted her lips.

“Let’s stay here,” she said, “But I would like to take this slow. Can we go slow?“

“Of course. I want to do it exactly the way you wish,” Lucien whispered. “We can also stop here. I would be perfectly fine with just holding you in my arms tonight and maybe a little bit more kissing.” A sheepish smile appeared on the female’s face and she gave her head a tiny shake. “No, no, I do want to continue, unless you don't want to?” “I do want to continue, Elain, but only if you want the same.” Lucien gave her hip an assuring squeeze, dipped his head and bumped his nose against hers.

“Tell me what you want, Elain. You lead the way, guide me, show me what you want, how you want me.” It was his voice, what he said, the tone of his soft command but also that he was letting her lead that made something tighten in her lower belly. Elain inhaled a deep breath, smiled and climbed off her mate’s lap. For a moment her eyes fell to the not at all small tent in his crotch and—Gods!

A low but whole-hearted laugh drew Elain’s attention back to her mate’s face. Her throat worked on a swallow. “I would like for you—for us to undress first. I would like for us to get to know the other person’s body first before we jump into it.” “Jump into what?” Lucien taunted and stood, straightening up to his full height. He was tall, towering over her, but it did not intimidate her, rather made her feel of safe and protected. “Tell me, Elain. I want to hear it.”

Lucien’s hand that fell to her cheek made heat appear in every fiber of her body. His thumb stroked her cheek, his pupils slowly dilating.

“Before we jump…before we make love.”

Lucien’s smile was nothing but warm and sincere, not teasing or mocking that she had used make love instead of every other word that existed for it. She liked using the words make love, didn’t think them to be cheesy. Because making love was exactly what she had imagined her and Lucien would be doing. The words Nesta sometimes used when she talked about it seemed too crude, too vulgar, for her. Lucien didn’t seem to find make love cheesy as he said, “I cannot wait to make love to you—for us to make love. For me to worship your body, my lady.”

Lucien’s shirt was already fully unbuttoned so all Elain had to do was shove it over his shoulders and bare his broad, toned chest to her. She gasped silently at the stunning male standing in front of her. She had seen the Illyrian warriors —her brother’s in law— train but there bodies were nothing compared to the male standing in front of her.

Lucien was all sculptured, beautiful muscles, yet with still some softer spots that Elain realised she preferred much more over the solely toned abs of the Illyrian warriors. The fine dusting of red hair added an extra bonus that Elain found herself marvelling into. Elain’s eyes then trailed over every inch of exposed skin, starting at Lucien’s big and warm hands she couldn’t wait to feel all over her skin. The way Elain looked at him did something to Lucien, to his heart, to his eyes. He blinked rapidly, focusing back on his mate, on her rose-coloured cheeks, how she bit her lip and how her hands formed fists at the side of her body.

Elain's eyes moved over his strong upper arms, realising that Lucien could probably pick her up with ease and she couldn’t wait for that. When her eyes finally landed on his eyes, no they made a stop at his lips first—those plump, full and soft lips— and then moved to his eyes Lucien was smirking at her, then grinned with brightly glowing eyes.

“Should I retrieve my lady a napkin. It seems she might be drooling?” Lucien drawled and had to laugh.

“Dammit, Lucien!” Elain expressed and smacked a hand over mouth while her eyes went wide. The fiery male chortled and was the one to close the distance between their bodies. He embraced his mate in a hug, pulling her flush to his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I was just teasing you. But you looking at me like that…it does things to me.”

“What things?” Elain laced her face in innocence although Lucien could see the spark of mischief glowing in her eyes. She took her lower lip between her lips when Lucien pulled back from the embrace and took Elain’s hand into his. “You really want to know?” Elain bowed her head and nearly lost balance when Lucien tugged at her wrist. He pulled her hand forward, pressing her palm flush to his groin to show her that—

“That is what it does to me, Elain.”

Elain, voluntarily or not, gave the growing bulge in his pants a tiny squeeze that made Lucien groan deep in his throat—the sound reverberating through Elain and making her toes curl.

His hand tugged at her wrist once again. “We are taking it slowly, my sweet. You remember?”

For a split second Elain regretted making that request but when her gaze once again met Lucien’s she was reminded that it had been the right decision, that she first of all wanted to explore every part of him and then give herself fully to him.

“Yes, slowly,” she whispered.

She decided looking was no longer enough. She wanted to let her hands do the rest of the exploration. Elain’s fingers danced over Lucien’s skin just like they had done earlier with the dough. She brushed over the small scars on his chest, fingers stroking higher, up his neck, his cheek until she let them run over the scar over Lucien’s eye. "You are so beautiful, Lucien. The most beautiful male I have ever seen,” Elain said, her voice breathy and soft like a whisper of leaves in the wind.

Lucien loved her voice, how she said things, how she said his name. He shuddered against her touch, his heart speeding up while his hand took hers into his once again. He brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm.

"May I?" the Autumn Court male asked when his other hand fell to the strap of her dress. Elain blinked once and dipped her chin. She threw her hair over shoulders and craned her neck to give Lucien access to her dress. His callused but slender fingers hooked under the straps and he pulled them over her shoulders, down her arms. The gown became a pool of green around Elain’s feet, the female now standing in front of him in just her dark green, satin undergarment. The dress hadn’t required a bra so Elain hadn’t donned one.

Elain's mate was lost in that moment. Lucien didn’t want to ogle her naked body—her breasts— like that but he found himself unable to look anywhere else. Luciens mouth fell open, his throat working on a swallow.

"Breathtaking, cruel beauty," he said, more to himself but it made Elain grin from one ear to the other. Lucien stepped forward, hands falling to her hips and he pulled her to him. His lips found hers yet again in a longing, passionate kiss.

For Elain the kiss ended way too quickly, but Lucien wasn’t done exploring then. His hands stroked up her sides. A shuddering breath left Elain when she arched into her mate’s touch. Her eyes fell shut the moment Lucien rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was that soft feminine moan that slipped through Elain’s lips that was Lucien’s undoing. She quickly bit down on her lip to keep her noises silent. But Lucien wasn’t too fond of that.

His thumb tugged on her lip, freeing it before placing his lips on hers. He did not kiss her then, but he whispered, “Let me hear it. All of it. I want to hear how you feel—how I make you feel.”

Lucien’s hand slid to the back of her head, pressing Elain’s to his while their lips and teeth and tongues connected in a hungry, almost ravishing kiss. Hands clawed at the other’s body, still exploring and trying to bring the other one as close as possible.

“Slower?” Lucien asked breathlessly when he pulled back.

“It is perfect that way,” Elain spoke through already puffy lips, her breath coming out in soft pants. She wrapped the laces of Lucien’s breeches around her fingers, given him an asking look to which Lucien dipped his chin. So Elain pulled, slowly, almost tentatively, opening her mate’s pants. Finally open, they fell to his feet, his already rigid length springing free.

“Oh,” Elain breathed. It was all she could say. She had imagined him to big, but Lucien was…perfect. Beautiful. And hers. This glorious male who stood naked in front of her was hers. Her mate.

“I already told you that you looking at me like that does things to me, Elain.” Lucien’s voice was close to a growl. He brought her close again and kissed her. Elain felt the press of his proud length against her lower belly, the only piece of fabric that hindered them from fully connecting, her undergarments. She wanted to slide them down her legs but her mate stopped her, removing her hands from where they were placed. “No. Please let me do that,” Lucien asked, a sheepish look plastering his face. He looked terribly adorable and in that moment Elain hoped that she had met Lucien when he was a teen. She knew she had fallen for him the moment she had laid eyes on him.

“Do as you wish,” Elain giggled. Lucien didn’t have to be told twice. His lips found the soft skin of her neck, nibbling softly and drawing some soft sighs from his mate’s lips. Lucien’s lips coasted lower, licking over her collar bone, down her cleavage until they closed around her hard nipple. Lucien crouched down, tongue swirling around the pebbled skin of her breasts, teeth softly adding another sort of pleasure that Elain hadn’t known about until then.

Elain’s hand found its place in Lucien’s silken strands, curling them around her fingers, tugging softly and freeing them from the leather strap that held them back. The hands of her mate on the other hand slide around her slim waist to her backside, into her undergarments. He gave her rear a little two-handed squeeze that made Elain squirm, then giggle. Lucien was kneading her butt, his lips and tongue still occupied with her breasts. Elain arched into him, marveling into her mate’s touch and how good he already made her feel. He was all heat and passion, yet it was all soft and gentle, nothing rushed or rough. It was just like how the Archeron sister had imagined it—only ten times better.

Elain nearly came at the sight of her mate kneeling down in front of her, spreading her legs and finally pulling her underwear down her legs. He guided her out of the pool of her dress and the underwear, bringing her closer to his body.

He was kneeling. Right in front of her, naked, the fireplace softly cracking behind his back. The fire casted a soft halo around Lucien and he truly looked like a god in that very moment. A god of passion, of fire, of desire.

Hands danced over her lower legs, over her thighs. Lucien was looking at her sex, smiling to himself at the wetness already gathered there. “Yes?” he asked, once again wanting to have his mate’s consent.

“Yes!” Elain said, her voice trembling. Anticipation bubbled inside of her. It would finally happen and gods! She had no experience in that sort of matter. She had read about it in books and now she wondered if she should have prepared herself in any way? But what way? It was like Lucien could read her mind. He tipped his head back and met her gaze. “You are stunning, Elain Archeron. Now leave your mind and focus on us and this moment.”

With that compliment Lucien placed his lips right above Elain’s knee, his tongue poking out and licking over her sweet skin. The next moments became a blur of heat, fire, passion and lust. Two slender, callused fingers parted her hot flesh, inserting one and then a second finger. Lucien hooked his hand under Elain’s knee pit und lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving him better access.

“I had been waiting for so long to taste you,” he hummed and then did exactly that. Lips first and then his tongue made contact with her core. Lucien did not only taste her, he savoured, devoured and feasted on his mate like he had been starving for centuries. He knew exactly what to do, how to do it. How to swipe his tongue through her sliken folds, how to use his thumb to add extra pleasure from pressing down on the bundle of nerves, teasing and rubbing. What he was doing was more than Elain’s imagination had ever been capable of. She tumbled onto her mate, trying to steady herself with holding onto him. Her knees felt wobbly, she felt weightless, entering a delirious state of ecstasy and pleasure. Elain threw her head back, nails digging into Lucien’s shoulder when she came with a lewd cried that was mix of curses and her mate’s name.

Her knees buckled, threatening to give as Lucien guided her through her height, his mouth still occupied with her sex, softly licking broad strokes and nibbling on her clit, kissing her, one arm curled around her rear. “Oh gods!” Elain exclaimed when she toppled over, following forward but Lucien caught her, his arm wrapping tighter around her rear the other holding her thigh. He leaned backwards, looking up at his fully disheveled mate. Elain’s face was flushed, damp strands of hair curling around it. She had her lips parted, eyes squeezed shut and Lucien knew that he had never seen anything that beautiful, so divine. “Stunning,” he breathed and kissed his mate’s lower belly.

Tumbling slightly, Elain managed to blink her eyes open and look at her mate. Lucien was still looking at her, smiling.

“Perfect. This was perfect,” the Archeron sister mumbled. She lifted one hand from where she was still holding onto her mate and wiped the back of it over her face. Lucien in the mean time licked over his lips and groaned. Only then did Elain realise that his lips were swollen, his face damp with…her arousal, her release.

“I have never….you taste divine, my lady. Like the only thing I need for the rest of my life.”

Lucien tugged at his mate’s wrist while sitting down onto the carpet. Elain understood the silent command, lowering herself to her mate, sitting down on his lap. “I am in love with you, Lucien. I realised it during Summer Solstice that year. And I finally have the courage to tell you,” Elain whispered, her breath tickling Lucien’s lips before she pecked the corner of his mouth.

“Half a year?” Lucien mumbled and kissed his mate’s nose. “I am sorry,” Elain answered, leaning down and nipping on her mate’s neck, savouring the sweaty and slightly salty taste of him.

“Don’t apologise.” Groaning from somewhere deep in his throat Lucien tipped his head back when Elain took the skin of his neck between her teeth, suckling. Her hand travelled between their bodies, moving over her mate’s length, thumb brushing the tip where a bead of liquid had already built up.

“You still have the reigns in your hand, Elain. Guide us, show me how you want me.”

Elain’s heart swelled at that, damp heat once again pooling in her core. She shuddered slightly, lifting her hips and positioning her mate against her tight heat.

Carefully she let herself think down, easing just the tip into her. “Easy,” Lucien drawled and nipped at his mate’s earlobe. Elain exhaled a loud breath, letting herself sink further down on his lenght.

Both parties gasped at this first connection, Elain’s eyes falling shut, Lucien’s eyes rolling back in his head. “Gods, Elain,” he growled, fisting her hips. “You are my end.”

Slowly and carefully Lucien slid fully into her, stretching her walls, filling her so perfectly, his body becoming flush with his mate.

Elain cried out in pleasure, hands sliding around Lucien’s neck, fisting his hair, his head, his skin. She clawed at him, moaning at the delight that overcame her.

Burying himself to the hilt, Lucien leaned into Elain’s ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, tugging. “You are perfect. So tight. So wet. So perfect,” he drawled, moving his hips up, thrusting even deeper into his mate. “I am in love with you as well. I love you, Elain Archeron.”

All restraints gone and their desire fully unleashed they came together, became one, bodies moving in perfect sync just like their lips. It was a mingle of tongues, hands roaming the other’s body, damp skin slapping against damp skin.

There was no talking, there was just love making. Just like Elain had imagined it and maybe twenty times better. Her breasts brushed against Lucien’s chest, her nipples finding stimulation by rubbing against the dusting of hair on his chest. Lucien’s thrusts were slow and deep, making his mate feel every glorious inch of him. Capturing her breast between his lips once again he added a bit of pleasure, bringing his mate closer and closer to the edge. But Elain wasn’t the only getting closer. His stomach flexed, his length twitching inside of Elain, throbbing. But there was this rule, this rule he had made for himself: Elain had to come first. He once again had to bring her her pleasure first. Elain was his priority—always.

Technically, Lucien wanted for Elain to come with him. He angled his hips to hit that one spot inside of Elain with every rut, his hand once again finding her clit and giving her last the push over the edge. Elain’s panting increased, her moans rising a pitch when Lucien felt her clench around him. He cursed lowly, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of Elain’s hips.

“Look at me. Elain, look at me,” Lucien panted. “I need to see the pretty look on your face when you come.”

With a lewd cry leaving her, Elain’s eyes open, her heavy-lidded gaze meeting her mate’s.

“So perfect. Come for me, Elain. Let go.”

Elain’s climax was overwhelming, rough and hard, crashing into her like a storm, washing over her like tidal waves, sweeping her under, lifting her up, making her feel weightless. Her soul left her body the moment her lips parted with a loud sob of pleasure.

“In me,” Elain brought out through clenched teeth, riding out her height, bouncing on her mate’s hips, him still buried deep inside of her.

Lucien who had needed every restraint in himself to hold back did not have to be told twice and could finally let go, his release spurting against Elain’s walls. Their hips still sloppily grinding against each other, they rode out their heights together. Also their lips once again met in a sloppy kiss that ended way too soon, breathlessness being the reason for it. Air wheezed in out of both their lungs, slowly coming down from their climaxes.

“Gods, you…” Lucien breathed when he slowly helped Elain lift her hips and eased out of her. Elain breathlessly fell forward to her mate’s chest, limbs feeling numb and tingly, her chest heaving rapidly, her body still trembling.

Her lips still parted, Elain pressed her cheek against her mate’s damp chest. “No. Gods, you!”

It took them a good twenty minutes to fully regain their energy and catch their breaths. Elain was the first to pull away, grinning at her mate with a fully toothy grin. “There is one thing we still need to do,” Elain said and climbed of her mate’s lap. She picked up a blanket from the couch, wrapped it around her body when straightening up. For a moment her knees buckled, the slight sting between her thighs making her feel hot and flustered all over again. But she had to do that now. Confusion laced Lucien’s insides when Elain made a turn and headed for the kitchen. There was one last thing that had to be done to fully seal this bond, to make that night —the longest night of the year— even more perfect.

Offer food to her mate!

Elain, only with the blanket wrapped around her, returned to the living room. She grinned at Lucien when she went onto her knees. Sitting back on her heels, Elain opened her hand and reached it forward. “Lord Lucien, do you want to accept the bond with me?”

“Gods, yes!” Lucien said with a full toothy grin. Elain lifted her hand, placing the cookie mere inches from his lips. Lucien’s tongue poked out and he licked the baked good. Something in Elain’s lower belly tightened at that. Memories of what that tongue was capable of and had done earlier, the pleasure it had brought her, flooded her mind. She sucked in a deep breath when she Lucien’s lips closed over the cookie.

Magic zapped between the couple, golden threads stretching out, swirling and connecting their souls. Their breathing came in soft pants when their faces started to glow, grins filling their faces. It was warm and it passion. It was fire and heat. Joy and happiness. It was perfection. Perfection in that very moment with just the two of them. Souls that had been yearning for each other finally connected, finally one.

Elain had found her equal. Lucien had found his.

The emissary tugged Elain to his chest when the lay down on the couch later, a blanket draped over their bodies.

“This was the best Solstice in my whole entire life,” Lucien whispered and kissed the top of Elain's head.

“It truly was,” Elain quipped and tipped her head back to look at her mate. “I love you, Lord Lucien.” “And I love you, Lady Elain. Until the very last day of our immortal life.”

........................................

Dear @iambutmortal 💛

I wish you the most wonderful Christmas. It was a true delight to be your Secret Santa. I loved and enjoyed reading your answers so much. You think about so many things the same way I do which was so lovely to see. I felt so lucky and happy when I saw that I got paired with you!!💛

I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I wish you all the best for the holidays and for the start of the New Year.~lots of love, your Secret Santa (aka fieldofdaisies haha) 🤶🏻🤍❄️

#elucien #elain x lucien #secret santa #secret santa present #elucien supremacy #acotar secret santa #acotar secret santa 2022

105 notes · View notes

wonkanumberonefan · 10 months ago

Text

*silly chocolate man innit

#wonka 2023 #timothee #wonka movie #timothee chalamet #my favourite chocolatier #art

163 notes · View notes

davidkarofskyindie · 7 months ago

Text

gnawteamusings (Hugo/Shaun)

@gnawteamusings continued from (x)

"I know -- I moved around my tutor appointments so I could get home early and surprise you," Hugo said with a laugh as he came into the house with a few bags in addition to his backpack. The smallest one bore the logo of Shaun's favorite underwear shop, and another from a chocolatier. "Happy anniversary, Dad"

It had been a crazy year for the two of them. A year ago today, Marie, Hugo's mom, and Shaun's wife came home from the campaign trail to find Hugo balls deep in his father. After they finished, they talked with the irate sophomore senator of the great state of New York. At first, she wanted it to stop and threatened to go to the police, but Hugo was of age. Going public would be terrible for her public image, so a compromise was struck instead.

"If you'd like, I can go and pick up a dessert or, I dunno, hang out by the pool until you're ready? I can see you're trying to make tonight special, and I don't want to ruin it. The only thing I will ask is, will you wear one of these tonight?" Hugo offers his dad the little bag from the high-end underwear store before he moves towards the sliding glass door to the pool.

"Well this is definitely my favourite kind of surprise... ok second favourite, you still have pants on" Shaun bantered with a playful chuckle, unable to resist trying to see the bags that his son and lover had brought in with him. He really was genuinely happier with Hugo than he'd ever been with his wife. Honestly if he could've just divorced her and married Hugo he would but they had found something that worked and didn't ruin his wife's reputation.

"Oh no, you don't need to worry about dessert. I've got that covered for later on" he said happily with a big grin "If you give me like 10 more minutes I'll have everything ready but... yeah, yeah I can wear one of those" he said as he took the bag, kissing his son's cheek innocently before watching the man head out to the pool. He looked in the bag and chuckled a little "You little devil" he mused before going to make sure the dinner was cooking.

Ten minutes later he opened the glass door, having laid out the meal on the table and gotten the full path of petals set up for them. He also had on the obscenely small blue V-string thong that perfectly framed his cheeks and kept his large cock nicely held in place. He covered it up with a nice fluffy floor-length robe that was tied tightly around him, his lightly-haired chest exposed as he yelled out "Hugo, come on in!" and waited for the other man to get close. Once inside with the door closed he pulled his boy in for a firm loving kiss "Happy anniversary baby, I made your favourite for dinner and we've got a nice full meal to enjoy... and yes, the robe stays on till after you eat, need to make sure my man has the energy needed to properly celebrate tonight" he said, rubbing the man's back "And maybe also wanna be sure you've got the energy to try out the gifts I have for you in the bedroom, but that's an after-dinner thing. You ready baby?"

#queueded #gnawteamusings

4 notes · View notes

forgeofthenine · 11 months ago

Text

People I'd like to know better

I was tagged by @swordcreature for this, can't say no now lmao

Last Song: Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

Favourite Colour: Purple, has been since I was little!

Currently Watching: Communopoly by No Rolls Barred

Last Movie/TV Show: Bondi Rescue! (I've been watching back to back reruns for months)

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Right now COVID doesn't let me taste anything that's not a strong flavour, but normally I have a dangerous sweet tooth!

Relationship Status: Single (but married to Dammon in my dreams)

Current Obsession: Absolutely bg3, growing house plants, learning to dance, meal prepping food

The Last Thing I Googled: Local Chocolatiers! I wonder what my family are getting for Christmas...

Most of my moots have been tagged already, but this is an all inclusive tag for anyone interested in playing the tag game!

#bri rambles #tag game

11 notes · View notes

boogiewoogieweeb · 4 months ago

Note

34, 56, 74 🦣

hi curry! thank you for the ask! 🌹🌹🌹

34. Listening to?

currently, it's "crazy", by patsy cline. i've been missing my mom a bit lately, so i've mostly been listening to a lot of the music i grew up with, most of which she introduced me to.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

oooh, my earliest memories are of being obsessed with dinosaurs, and wanting to be a paleontologist. i was *that* annoying dino kid, y'know the kind; the one who'd correct adults on their pronunciation of names like parasaurolophus and psittacosaurus, who walked around decked out head to toe in dino gear, and who had an insufferably encyclopedic knowledge of all things prehistoric.

the other career i always envisioned for myself growing up was astonomer. i've always, and i mean always, been in love with space; the moon, the stars, the planets, the very idea of the universe. it's impossibly big and impossibly old and it still amazes me every time i learn something new about the heavens.

probably the zaniest career i ever contemplated as a kid was chocolatier, and for that i blame every 90s lindt ad ever because they just made making chocolate look so damn good.

74. What is your favorite book?

i don't know that i actually have a favourite book, as much of a cop-out as that sounds like. there are a great many books that have stuck in my mind over the years for some reason or the other, usually because something in them speaks to me on some fundamental level. i could list everything from the lord of the rings, to wuthering heights, to terry pratchett's guards! guards!, to philip pullman's his dark materials trilogy, to octavia e. butler's parable of the sower, to victor lavalle's the ballad of black tom, to ursula k. le guin's the left hand of darkness, to shirley jackson's the haunting of hill house, and still not pick a favourite among them.

the closest i can get to a favourite book is listing my favourite genres instead; and from the above i think it's pretty clear that i lean quite heavily into horror, sci-fi, and fantasy. every now and then i'll tackle something a little more grounded, and i've even been known to read non-fiction from time to time, though far more rarely than i probably should.

that about covers it, i think. once again, thank you curry for the very lovely ask! it's always fun to try and come up with answers to your questions. 😁

#my asks #ask games

3 notes · View notes

2darklymelanatedstories · 2 years ago

Text

One of my all time favourite stories

Sharp Shooter (ft Beerus)

A sharp shooter

My hearts ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you

•••

Its Valentines Day, the day every planet celebrates. The day for love, revealing your feelings, making single people feel bad, putting pressure on people in relationships and wasting money on things your partner will probably never use again.

Whis' left for planet Earth to go to the Love festival. I rejected the invite, I hated this holiday and Whis knew why though still tried to get me to go with him but he eventually gave up.

I sat on the stump of a purple tree with my legs crossed, eating some Valentines chocolates carved in my liking that Bulma had the top chocolatiers make. I hated the holiday but I loved the gifts. If only I could rub these chocolates in Champa's face. I bet no one got him something like this.

In the middle of my snacking I felt a presence. My eyes scanned the area, nothing but flowers, trees and a river.

I shrugged it off and resumed snacking. Thank you Bulma for the huge box.

I felt it again. Something was coming towards me. Without even a blink, my quick reflexes caught a golden arrow.

"There's a note."

"A sharp shooter

Your hearts ruler♡♡♡ "

"What?",I questioned to myself. I immediately had no idea what to think of it.

I closed the large, heart-shaped box of chocolates and placed the arrow under the red bow on the box. I jumped off the stump then scanned my surroundings once again. Thanks to my adorable, big ears. I heard someone from behind.

"I know you're there, I can hear you breathing. Show yourself."

For some reason I couldn't sense their energy. Unlike mortals, Gods can sense energy and power even if they hide it. I glanced at the box in my hand and noticed the arrow was no longer there. It vanished.

"Alright, I haven't got the time nor the patience for this. Get out here now!"

I felt a huge gush of wind and saw a blur speed past me. My hands felt empty. I glanced down again to find my box gone, that aggravated me. You can shoot arrows at me but no ones steals Lord Beerus' food and gets away with it.

"All right enough!!" I yelled as a dark purple aura surrounded me. "That's it, it's bad enough you're trespassing but now you've stolen a delicacy from my bare hands."

I suddenly felt someone's energy, not far from where I am. I toothy grin appeared on my face.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy watching you bleed after what you've done."

I flew in the direction of that...strangely familiar energy. I was so aggravated that I didn't even think logically that it could be a trap.

I ended up at my palace. I searched all the rooms till I came to mine. The door was open, which was weird because I never leave it open.

I opened the door as the creak echoed in the giant room. I entered and as soon my tail made it in, the door slammed closed. I quickly turned around and saw an arrow on the door with another note attached.

"This isn't what I pictured, hey

You're in the dark with me eh..."

As soon as I read that, the lights went out. The golden arrow started glowing and bright, golden ink appeared on the paper.

"And I can't see clearly they

Say you have nothing else to offer me babe

As the lighting beams

My heart goes dim"

I formed a small ball of light in the palm of my hand.

"Who the hell is this...and why the f**k does all this feel familiar!?",I questioned, feeling frustrated as I tried to think of who this trespasser could be.

I felt something warm. I touched my face but there was nothing on it. I opened my eyes to see a small beam of light shining from the top of the room. I made a bigger ball to shine more light into the dark room before finding and climbing the transparent steps that lead to my bed. I couldn't risk flying and hitting one of my atomic hourglasses. To be honest this chase was getting interesting.

Once I made it I saw a some red and white petals on my bed forming a heart. This isn't creepy at all. I felt something brush up on my shoulder. I glanced up to see some sort of fabric hanging from the wall as something blew making it gracefully flutter in the air.

Grabbing the fabric, I quickly realized it was my giant curtains and pulled them apart, letting the sunlight hit my face and bring light to the once dark room.

"As the lighting beams, my heart goes dim."I said to myself, thinking about what was written in the golden ink.

As I flew out the open window and heard something snap, I quickly turned around to see another arrow coming towards me. I caught it effortlessly. If only my reflexes could react that way whenever Bulma was about to hit me on the head.

I sighed at the number of times that woman has hit me on the head. Shaking the thoughts of the Saiyans wife I took another note from the arrow. On it read,

"A sharp shooter

Your hearts ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"Sniper on the roof? Oh great, a psycho hitman wants to rape me on my roof.",I sighed before chuckling at my statement.

I flew to the top of my tree-like mansion. Once my feet touched the surface I stood still and tried to listen for anyone.

Nothing.

There's no one here. I can't believe that pervert stood me up. The sound of light, sweet chirps brough me from my thoughts. I beautiful white bird landed on one of the giant branches. Wait--a dove!? I thought I killed all of them on this planet. They're rare to find but apparently on Earth they're everywhere.

It flew away and I decided to follow it because of my annoying cat instincts, plus I was hungry as fxck and I'd eat anything right then. Sure we had food in the kitchen but who has time to cook at that time with a perverted Sniper on the loose.

That dove was surprisingly fast but I managed to follow it to a large tree. To my surprise there was a golden dagger lodged in the tree that pinned another note to it. I took a closer look and saw that it was a Wanted Poster with my face on it.

"Now I'm concerned."I said as I slid it off the dagger, forming a rip in the paper.

At the bottom corner was written:

"Turn page."

I did what the mysterious ink told me, at the back of the Wanted Poster was more weird writing.

"There's a sniper on the loose

A head hunter on the move

There's a bounty out on you

I'm certain of that move

They catch me

I will lose

Can't go back there"

"There's a bounty out on me? Wait, maybe Champa and the other God's are plotting to kill me again.",I contemplated. "No probably not but if Champa is in on it then it's highly possible."

Plus this person is witty, sly, poetic and artistic. I feel like I need to remember something but it was completely wiped from my brain. I grabbed the dagger from the tree and felt it in my hands, feeling the carved design against my fingers. I figured I'd need it for something.

"Hmm, all this mystery is making me hungry, I'm gonna eat. Can't kill trespassers on an empty stomach."

I strolled into my kitchen and made myself a bowl instant Ramen. I sat at the island and enjoyed my food while trying to think about what that last note meant.

"They catch me, I will lose. Can't go back there. Can't go back where?"

Luckily I was stress eating so I didn't get frustrated and blow something up. After eating I kinda felt sleepy but I didn't wanna sleep in that creeps heart trap until I killed them and used their lifeless body as a pillow.

I mean come on, the jerk stole my chocolate.

I decided to go to the Oracle Fish to find out more about this trespasser but when I reached his pool room he was no where to be found.

"Hey Oracle!"I yelled but nothing except silence answered.

"They took the fish. This person is clever. Definitely not Champa."

I saw something glowing in the water, I assumed it was another one of their notes so jumped in. The Oracle's pool was beautifully designed and decorated by Whis. It had a real ocean vibe. I swam till I found a small gold and white chest with a heart-shaped lock.

I took it before swimming back up to the surface. I swam to the edge of the pool and placed the chest on the tiling. I tried to zap the chest open with my finger but it didn't budge. Next I tried using my strength to break it open but it stayed intact. It's like it was made by a God. Nothing can survive a destroyers attack.

"Hmm, so it is really another God. For a second I thought it was Whis and Goku playing a stupid game."

I got out of the water and decided to try something. I took the golden pocket dagger from my pocket and placed it in the slot of the lock. Guess what...it didn't work. I was about to give up and lose it till I realised that maybe I need to turn it. So I did. I turned it to the left and surprise, surprise. It worked.

"Good job, me."

I opened it to find one of Whis' paint brushes. He found painting interesting ever since Bulma introduced him to dead artists like Picasso and Da Vinci. Those are the only two I bothered to hear before I took a bite of pancakes and transported to another dimension.

"I got myself wet for a paintbrush."

Then I realised...the garden. Whis loved to practice there. I rushed over to the garden and found a canvas and a isle in the middle of the garden which wasn't weird since Whis always leaves his art there.

I saw the same dove from before land on top of the canvas. I crept over there, trying not to chase the bird away...not because I wanted to eat it but because I wanted answers.

I was just about to pounce on it when it vanished, just like that.

"What the?"I questioned before viewing the other side of the canvas. A beautiful painting of me bending over and kissing a woman with light skin, though I couldn't see her face properly but I knew I've seen her before. We both had blindfolds on for some reason and her golden hair covered her naked breasts. Wow. So beautiful.

There was something written on the top, left corner.

"This isn't what I pictured babe

I didn't bring myself to wander alone

It should have been you all along

But in our age

People don't understand

Unconditional love"

I reached out to touch the painting and once I did, the painting changed. It showed the woman again but this time she hung her head so I couldn't see her face. She wore a crown of thorns and dark red roses and a beautiful wedding dress. She held out what appeared to be a real heart in her hands.

I don't know why but I found it attractive.

I jumped when I saw the heart move, it started beating three times before writing appeared on it.

"For better or worse

Or until one decides

It's the bittersweet end

Of the days of you and I

This thinking there's no way out."

I sighed,"Oh, Cupid, you're playing games with my heart." I gasped at my statement, it hit me, I realised that I've seen all this before.

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."I said aloud. That's when I decided to go back to the roof.

I grabbed a black rose from the garden. I don't know why but I felt like should, that it'd be appropriate.

I landed at on the purple surface covered in white, yellow and lavender flowers. I saw a figure sitting on the edge. As I crept closer to the figure, I heard a tune.

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you"

"Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you"

I found myself singing along until I spotted her with her back facing me. She had the same golden hair as the woman in the painting, wearing a crown of roses on her head, a white and gold dress with what appeared to be almost the same chest piece as mine. I immediately recognised her.

I placed the black rose behind her ear then leaned over, moving one of her golden streaks behind the other ear with the dagger.

"Hello, Aphrodite."

"Lord Beerus. Did you miss me?" She glanced over at me and grinned. Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, the reason for Valentines, the only reason I love the holiday. Would've loved it more if mortals dedicated it to her and not a false image of love.

"Yes but I miss my chocolates more."I said. She got up and turned to me with her hands behind her back. I stared at the beauty in front of me. Her long skirt, slit in the side showed off her firm thighs. A red floral belt matched the roses in her hair. Her chest piece red, with gold roses that matched her golden heels. She loved this look. But don't let her looks fool you. She may look like delicate flower but she can be dark and cut you like a thorn. Cupid is the nickname I gave her but as usual, mortals ruined that too. So I refrain from using it and only do to merely annoy the angelic devil.

She tilted her head and stared at me with her emerald eyes before handing me a heart shaped box.

"Oh, speaking of which, I got this for you."

I took it from her as my eyes slit. "This is the chocolate that was stolen from me. The ones I wanted."

A short cold, laugh escaped her pink lips. "Well I do give the best gifts."

I rolled my eyes before opening it and taking a bite of one.

"What, nothing for me?",she pouted. I chuckled and before she knew it, I had stuffed a chocolate in her mouth.

"I don't usually like to share but you, I can make an exception." I smirked. She slowly licked her lips, wiping away any melted chocolate from those soft, sweet, plum things.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Well it is me, after all."

She came closer and wrapped one arm around me. One of her hands trailed down to mine and snatched the dagger before I even reakised it was in my hand. She slowly placed it on the side of my neck with her free hand and gave me a wink. "Did you like my little game?"

"Yes because love playing your games.",I replied in a sarcastic tone. She moved her head closer to mine, our lips almost touching. "And I don't even get a little smooch for my hard work?"

"So you trespassed on my private property, stole my chocolate, waltzed into my home without any permission, kidnapped the Oracle plus you're holding a knife to my throat and you still expect me to kiss you?"

She giggled. "Oh, Beerus, you make it sound so bad but yes it's the least you could do."she said before licking my bottom lip. "I know you get bored easily, so I decided to keep you busy."

I dropped the box on the floor, not really caring if some chocolate landed on the floor at the moment. I placed my hand on her cheeks and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips parted slightly allowing me to slip my tongue in and taste her very godly being. My hands trailed down to her waist as I felt her tongue glide against my fangs. My hands got hold of her ass as I pulled her closer to my body forcefully resulting a soft moan escaping her lips. God, how I loved it. My claws got hold of her skirt, almost ripping it off as she deepened the kiss and our tongues pressed together in an intense open mouth kiss only we could manoeuvre in such a way.

I broke the kiss but that didn't mean I was done with her. No. I was going to make her pay by having her at my mercy, begging for more. The look in her eyes told me that she wasn't done with her little game either.

"Though next time if you want my attention don't make me go on mysterious chases.",I said with a smirk.

She gave me a playful glare. "No promises."she said circling my chest with her finger. "It was nice seeing your body all wet like that when you got out of the pool.

"What a pervert."

•••

As spider survives

You'll lay your hand on mine

Heartbeat in golden chime

True love can stand the test of time

•••

Inspired by the song:

Sharp Shooter

Lady Zamar♡♡♡

#restoring my old stories to this blog #beerus #whis #dragonball #dragonball super #dbs super #dbs #cupid #Aphrodite #valentines day #Spotify #beerus x reader

50 notes · View notes