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Underneath It All - Chapter 2

Napoleon Solo / OFC

Napoleon is interested in the treasures of an old aristocratic family from England. It takes him one visit to learn he could treasure more than precious stones and art.

Fluff, Smut and a bit of Angst I guess.

A/N: I’m so happy I got some likes and I hope you guys like this part too. Please, let me know what you think! :) 

I still need a beta..like, desperately.

Chapter 2

After the most amazing kiss of her life and still a little out of her own mind, Ellie walks to the Chapel, her heels clicking at the marble floor and her eyes falling at the painting of Doubting Thomas. That is a sign, she’s the doubting one, always has been! How would she find love if she doubts every man that gets closer? Napoleon was not like any man, though. He was so direct and self-assured that...scrap that, he’s fucking hot, sex on legs, handsome as hell and she is feeling her panties getting damp. Great, now I’m sinning at the Chapel she thinks before leaving the room.

Deciding that waiting for one hour is the most stupid thing she thought about, she leaves the house searching for Mr. Solo, that was back at the garden talking to a tall man while drinking champagne. She gets closer and observes him excusing himself from the talk as soon as he sees her; she reaches for his flute and takes a big gulp of the drink, looking nervous but determined.

“Who told you ‘Mars and Venus’ is my favorite painting?” she asks, still fighting some nervousness.

He smiles genuinely and wraps his hand at her elbow, wanting to show her some support. “Well, you, just now. I wonder what else we have in common.”

“Yes, I was wondering something like that, too…”

“That’s why you’re here after deciding you needed an hour?”

“Yes. God bless me but I’m curious, Mr. Solo.”

“If you call me Mr. Solo again I’ll have to kiss you in front of everyone. I’m not sure how you feel about public displays of affection.”

“Public displays of lust, Mr. Solo.” Ellie whispers in an attempt to be firm. It all vanishes when the man takes a step closer and mumble back at her, just a centimeter away from her ear “I see you’re taking my advice and being brave, sweetie. I like it. Take me inside.”

Unfortunately, before she can say anything a young employee coughs behind them to get her attention and causes the woman to take a step behind. “Lady Cavendish...I’m sorry for interrupting but your father is on the phone.” 

“My father? Ok, I’ll...give me a minute, Vince.”

“My Lady.” The young man nods in a strange reverence and leaves, leaving a flushed Ellie behind. Napoleon finds her mortification adoring and smiles at her - he never smiles that much, but she brings something in him.

It’s hard to look at him without wishing to be his, to feel his lips and move her hands all over his body, but she manages to divert her train of thoughts and excuse herself from his presence. “I have to get that. Don’t disappear."

“Never.”

At the phone, her father had interesting news about the police concerns over robbery complaints from other families with possessions. Mr. Cavendish asked to be watchful and double the security at the property for some days. She’s usually way more attentive with her dear father but this day she was only half listening, Napoleon’s body playing a bigger role in her contemplations. It took her a second to find Mr. Solo again, two women talking animatedly with him, that this time was turned back from her and couldn’t see her coming.

“Mr. Solo?” Is that jealousy flying from her mouth?

“Darlin’. I hope everything’s okay with your dad?” Oh, how dare him act so perfectly!

“Yes. Just some reports...” she looks from him to the women at his side but they don’t explode as she so wishes.

“Great. I was just telling these nice ladies I am being constantly left all alone by my Lady, but I’ll gladly follow you around like a damn puppy. Are you finally free?” Napoleon’s words work as a charm, a spell that makes her weak and dutiful and she loves and hates the power he has...she doesn’t even know him!

“I am. Do you want to go inside?” 

“I think we should, gorgeous. Excuse us, ladies.”

Leaving the garden to get back inside, Napoleon rests his hand at the small of her back. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere?”

“Yes.”

“The belvedere.” he states.

“The belvedere?”

“Take me to the belvedere, gorgeous, let me show you something.”

She couldn’t do anything other than take him there, and anywhere else he might want to go. Ellie wants him to talk to her forever, closely, softly, in that delicious deep voice of his...she’s a goner. Usually she’s the only one that goes to the north tower these days, part of it is being restored and she likes to see the team of specialists working. Today, it is only her and Napoleon, she takes him by the staircases at the northeast corner of the main block and they reach the big and open space with the majestic pillars, overseeing the beautiful landscape hills and the river.

“Why here?”

“I want the gods to see us, but not too much, I’m afraid they’ll get envious and try to steal you from me.” Napoleon thinks to himself how unfair he’s being at not telling her the truth, that he thinks she’s a goddess, with her beautiful curves and delicious lips surely made to torture him into becoming whatever she wants him to be. He must be losing his mind. A shiver runs through her body and before she can say anything - not that she’s able to form any sentence - he kisses her deeply, a hand holding her by the hair, something no man had ever done and that she discovers to be the door to her darkest desires.

“What are you doing to me?” is all she can say between his desperate kisses.

“Me? Are you real, my sweet Venus? I can’t get my hands out of you.” his hands move all around her body, bringing her closer, walking her backwards till her bottom touches the balcony railing, lifting her till she’s sitting at the old marble, scared of falling. She looks down and tries to get out, back to the ground, but he holds her and brings her face towards his again. “Trust me.”

“Napoleon…” she still tries to disengage herself from him, but he gets between her legs, pressing her body on his.

“Just trust me.” Something on his voice makes her stop and look at him. A kind of agony hidden into the command.

“That’s not how it works”

“No. But it’s not even an hour yet and I already want you to love me. To need me.” she gasps with the intensity of his words. Trying to find something else in his eyes, something she might be missing, she let go of the strong grip she has in his arms, making his hold on her the only security keeping from falling from the highest place of the house.

“Trust me in return, Napoleon. Tell me what’s wrong. Something is wrong.”

“I’m an agent. CIA. And I need to steal something from you.” Her heart stops and she feels like she is falling.

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And I’m working on the next chapter of Underneath it All cause I’m so happy!

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Underneath It All - Chapter 1

Napoleon Solo / OFC

Napoleon is interested in the treasures of an old aristocratic family from England. It takes him one visit to learn he could treasure more than precious stones and art.

Fluff, Smut and a bit of Angst I guess. 

A/N: I’ll try to tag any possible trigger but please, let me know if I miss something. Also, I need a beta, if someone is patient and free :)

Ellie Cavendish is the daughter of the Duke of Devonshire - not that she really cares about ranks and nobility of any kind, but she loves history and that made her fall in love with the Chatsworth House property since she was a kid. Now, after 2 degrees and a lot of studie she’s the manager of the place and nothing could make her more happy. Ellie is really devoted to her job, while her brother Charles lives in Ireland spending the family money pretending to work at the renovation of the Lismore Castle with his wife Adele Asteire, the sister of the Hollywood star.

It was Adele who begged her to let them throw the party happening at the beautiful garden, the sounds of laughter entering the painted hall almost distracts Ellie from directing the right place for the big mirror to be suspended to. The moment the mirror is placed, she can see a tall handsome man right behind her, just before he leans closer, whispering in her ear. “Now I’m even more upset I’ve been out there for so long. So many beautiful things inside.”

A goosebump runs through her body and Ellie turns around, inexplicably out of breath, admiring the man’s strong jawline and hypnotic blue eyes. “Hi. Are you..?”

“Napoleon Solo, at your service, Miss.” he takes her hand and presses a kiss to the soft skin, making her blush. 

“Ellie. Ellie Cavendish.” 

“Charles sister, huh? You have an amazing place here, Lady Cavendish. I was thinking about wandering around a bit and I guess lucky found me for you must be the best guide one can get. If you’re free, of course.” Mr. Solo is so confident and charming that she’s not even sure she remembers how to say anything other than yes, proceeding to show him the painted hall.

“Are you familiar with the history of Chatsworth, Mr. Solo?” she tries to say in an even tone, a hard task when she can feel the soft fabric of his perfect blazer against her back when he ushers her closer to 

“No if it means you’re going to tell me.” She blushes even more, not used to being flirted with. “Don’t be shy, Lady. I know some basic things... the house of the 1st Duke of Devonshire, The State Chambers built to hold Court to the King - I need to say I’m excited to finally see the paintings at the ceiling of the second room, of Mars and Venus, the lovers caught by Vulcan.” He reveals he knows way more than basic information and she hopes this is not Adele’s playing cupid, or worst, a thief.

“The exposition is not open today, but you know that, right Mr. Solo? Why do I have a feeling that you came here with a mission?”

“Because you’re a really smart woman. I saw you from my table about an hour ago but since something inside was keeping all your attention, I decided to come in and compete for it. You’re a  beautiful woman, Miss Ellie.” The ability of Napoleon to render Ellie speechless is a new occurrence, as is the fast beating of her heart at the sound of his deep voice. “I can wait for the visiting day to see the paintings, but I would like to keep your company if you’re not already compromised.”

“I have some errands…” she tries to say before he interrupts pulling her closer, a hand finding a perfect place in her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw.

“Be brave, Ellie. Whatever you want.” he enigmatically whispers and she can feel his breath in her lips, tempting her as nothing before. Reaching a hand to adjust his tie, she licks her lips wondering what to do with this daring man. She wants to take him to her room and let him have his sweet way with her but this is so far from her natural state.

“You had an hour to decide you wanted me, give me the same courtesy.” she finally tells him.

“One entire hour without you after feeling your soft skin and your amazing scent? That’s torture, honey. Leave with me at least the promise of a kiss.”

Lost in his eyes, her intention was to give him a soft chaste kiss, but when she felt his lips the air left her and the parting of her lips performed as an invite for him to delve his tongue inside her perfect mouth, a kiss with an intensity none predicted. She leans her body closer when their lips finally part, using him for balance.

“I would wait a lifetime for another kiss from your sweet lips, Miss Ellie, but I hope your kind heart takes pity on me.” Napoleon kisses her cheek and walks outside, back to the party. For Ellie, the torture is to find any reason not to run after him right away.

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I was writing a story about Henry filming a continuity of The Man from UNCLE but now it’s feeling kinda...wrong. Sooooooo I’ll put this on hold and write some drabbles until my muse tells me what to do.

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I’m starting this fic now cause I’m trying to slow down my fall into the Cavill hole and I think I need a multi-chapter period piece for that.

Also, I’m currently in bed rest cause I’m with covid, so I’ll probably read it fast anyway.

This first chapter is so well written and captivating! ❤️

Two Knights and a Pawn - Chapter One

Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk, stood against the wall, a cup of wine in one hand, watching the movements of those gathered at court this evening. The volume of the omnipresent drone of conversation rose and fell over the steady accompaniment of music and dancing. People ate at long tables as servants moved back and forth with platters of food and jugs of wine. Candlelight sparkled off of jewels set into hair, draped around necks and pinned to clothing, and the combined scent of bodies, food, and perfume gave the room a cloying closeness despite its large size. Even with the constant movement to entertain him, his eyes always made their way back to where Henry sat. The tension between them was still simmering. Charles knew that just because he had been allowed back to court that he had not been forgiven for marrying Margaret, the king’s sister, without permission.

He sighed as he thought of his wife. Margaret refused to come to court as long as Anne was being paraded about as the king’s mistress, and so she had remained behind in Suffolk, administering the estate. Marrying her had been a mistake. He could admit that to himself and to almost no one else. Sir William Compton, one of the few people who knew of Charles’s impetuous nature when it came to women and love, stood by his side, also watching the assembled crowds, though with a much more relaxed air about him. His friendship with the king, though not as close as that enjoyed by Brandon, was much more peaceful.

Charles motioned to the figures swirling around the dance floor. “Who is that beauty in the green dress? I don’t remember seeing her before.”

William followed the line of Charles’s gaze. “Ah, your eye for loveliness has not abandoned you in your absence from court. That’s the Duke of Greymont’s daughter, Sabine.”

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#fic recommendation

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So cute! All fluff 🥰🎄

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

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I’m so glad 😃

Thank you all for helping me find this ❤️

Ruin the Friendship

Synopsis: A drunk night might ruin the 5 year friendship that you and Henry Cavill have. 

Word Count: 2.4K 

Warnings: Smut. Alcohol. Daddy Kink! 

A/N: I’ve been listening to a lot of Demi Lovato. Her song Ruin the Friendship Inspired this. 

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Cof cof....this is AMAZING

Sy x Reader: Homeland (One Shot)

Plot: The one where Sy didn’t have a home – until you.

Tags: Fluff, Emotional, SMUT, daddy kink, breeding kink, 18+

[A/N: LET ME JUST SAY im so proud of this.]

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I needed this so much! ❤️

Sitting by the fire wth syverson!!

prompt: sitting by the fire

the warmth coming from the fireplace made you feel more at home. it was your first time spending christmas with syverson’s family and it was a bit overwhelming. no, it wasn’t bad, on the contrary — they love you and you love them, but syverson has a very traditional family, and you weren’t able to escape the marriage and kids questions. you handled them all like a champion, but you couldn’t deny that you were a bit scared, as you and syverson were dating for a little bit more than a year.

you were sitting by the fire, not only because you were cold, but also because you felt the need to stop for a minute and think.

“hey, there.” syverson’s big body sat next to you. “is everything okay, darlin’?”

“uh, y-yeah, sure! ‘m just a little cold.”

you can’t hide anything from him. actually, nobody can. of couse he saw right through you.

“don’t let their questions scare ya. it’s how they are.” he shrugged.

“it’s not that, it’s just... i don’t want to let them down, but i feel like it’s too soon to be talking about marriage and kids.”

“i think so, too.” he chuckled. “it’s gonna happen, though.” he said right before taking a sip of his beer.

“what?”

“us, gettin’ married and havin’ a full house of kids runnin’ aroung this time of the year.” he said. “just, not right now. give it a couple of years and i’ll be down on one knee.”

maybe it’s his piercing blue eyes or very smooth accent — syverson knows how to make your cheeks burn. he kissed your cheek and left, as if he hadn’t just told you he was going to propose.

you looked around and saw him with the little ones, and it was evident he was the one for you. all you both needed was a little bit of time to get to know each other better.

holiday themed blurb time!

#fic recommendation

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Oh! One thing that might help?

They were getting home from a party at Leonardo DiCaprio’s

Pleeeease 😭😭😭

Searching for a fic - Henry x best friend

I was starting to read this fic about a drunk Henry with his drunk best friend and just as he was about to help her with the zipper I got a call and tumblr disappeared with the post!

Nooooooooooooo 😱😭

Can u guys help me?

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Searching for a fic - Henry x best friend

I was starting to read this fic about a drunk Henry with his drunk best friend and just as he was about to help her with the zipper I got a call and tumblr disappeared with the post!

Nooooooooooooo 😱😭

Can u guys help me?

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Lazy Days

Chris and some of his friends go to Las Vegas to celebrate Scott’s birthday. The week there makes new feelings start to bloom.

This chapter is all fluff.

So, this is the story of Chris and Eliza. I’m not sure how this is going to present itself. Probably one-shots with no chronological order.

The mistakes are all mine and I would love to have a beta!

It’s almost 2 A.M. when Eliza hears movement outside of her suite, the door to the patio creaking a bit before being closed again. She knows Scott, Steve, Josh and Marie are still out (the lack of laughter and things being dropped resulting in more laughter is evidence enough) so Chris must be having trouble to sleep. After their amazing week at the Vegas’ Villa Chris booked to celebrate Scott’s birthday, she’s surprised he’s not tired. Wrapping herself in a robe, she walks out to find him resting on the lounge chairs by the pool.

Chris was feeling a bit nostalgic already. The week was amazing and he’s not ready to end it yet. He’s not ready to leave her yet. Her laugh and the way she’s always enjoying things at its fullest have always been something he liked, but this week together made him look at her differently. He’s afraid of getting carried away from the magic of the lazy days and losing a great friend, but he can’t pretend his heart is not falling for her sweet brown eyes and the way she makes him feel appreciated and so light. Yes, he believes the word is light. The whole week talking and spending every hour with her made him feel like his brain was quiet, calm. It’s amazing how someone so full of energy can bring that level of calmness to his mind.

Hearing her steps he looks up from the pool chaise he's lying on to see her walking his way with a soft looking robe around her body. She looks almost more amazing than the night before, when she wore a cotton summer dress to dinner, the pink flowers on it begging him to touch it.

“Can’t sleep?” she asks softly, sitting on the floor by the pool.

“I was feeling like swimming”

“Well, you should have dressed accordingly” she points to his boxer and shirt.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting company”

“Ohh, naughty! I’ll leave you to it”

“No way. Now that I know you’re awake I want company”

“I’m afraid I’m not as bold, Christopher, I’ll have to go change” she says standing up. Chris reaches her hand and pulls her closer as he sits, one leg in each side of the chair, pulling her to sit in front of him.

“Stay. We need to talk.”

“What about?”

“Come here” he says lying back and pulling her back with him. The movement scares her and she laughs before resting her head on his chest. The chair is not big enough for the both of them and the position is a bit uncomfortable even after he tries to fix it by putting his arm around her shoulder and their bodies on their sides, facing one another.

“Oh God, Chris, we’re gonna fall if we keep moving.” she says holding onto his arm.

“Shhh, we won’t...but your robe is not covering much anymore, sorry” she looks down and surely the movement made it get out of place and her bra is showing, so she tries to pull the marial from under her body and ends up unbalancing the chase and shouting from fear of falling, making Chris laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, can you stop all this fussing? You won’t fall, trust me.” When she relaxes and gets closer to hug him, he hugs her back, sliding his fingers slowly up and down the smooth fabric of her robe. “That’s my Liz”. The feel of his fingers tracing her body and bringing goosebumps through her mixed with his deep voice by her ear makes her shudder, what causes Chris to hug her closer. “So, we need to talk”

“I heard a story...and I want to know if it’s true” he starts.

Eliza knows what he’s talking about. And she can blame Scott for the end of the nice relationship she and Chris developed. She knew this was going to happen and that Scott playing cupid would end up with Chris feeling pressured and possibly even cheated by her.

“Scott seems to think you have feelings for me…do you?”

“Chris…” she says unable to move away from his embrace but trying really hard to defend herself “It’s not like that...I…”the only problem with Eliza’s defence is that she doesn’t know what to say. She can’t lie to him and she can’t say the truth either. At least not until Chris holds her jaw making her face him.

“This week was amazing,” he whispers “and the biggest reason was because you’re amazing, sweetheart. Can you tell me what’s going on inside this lovely head?”

“I think somewhere along the way I feel for you…” she says looking directly into his eyes before the courage leaves her body and she look down at his chest.

“Were you going to tell me that?”

“No. But Scott..” she was going to say how wrong Scott was but Chris big hand found it’s way into her hair before she could defend her right to privacy.

“I’m glad my brother is a big-mouthed romantic, then” he says tilting her head back again to look into her brown eyes, brushing his nose over hers slowly and waiting for her to get used to the idea of kissing him before actually touching her lips softly.

For Liz it feels like a dream to be kissed by Chris like that, underneath the stars, being held close and touching his tender lips with hers like none of them wants to rush things. She wants to memorize this moment so she can go back to this lovely kiss forever. Chris’ plan however is to learn every little thing about her so he can make every moment feel as special as this one.

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