"is it alright if i call you princess?"
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"wait, what?"
oliver and elio are in paris right now in a restaurant that elio has been meaning to go for the longest time
"i still cant believe i live here. with the love of my life! i mean fuck how lucky am i?" oliver said
"stop it!" spoke elio while hanging his head to hide his ever growing blush.
the waitress walks over and oliver tells elio his order so he can tell the waitress because he speaks very little french. he usually relies on elio for this stuff, as they are never apart.
the thought in olivers brain are going about 1000 miles an hour
as he watched his beloved husband speak french so elegantly, so sexy, so beautiful, so smart. he spoke with his hands,the diamond on his left ring hand flailing and looking gorgeous as ever. they were in conversation but he only understood bits
"hes your husband? how old? cute age gap, i bet people always sneak glances at him- some looks there my wife and i, marrried 3 years legally"
"yes, hes 30 im 21, they do! im always like back off, hes mine! i jump on his sometimes because that distracts him for a while, congratulations oh my gosh! you should come over sometime!"
"tell her i feel left out- oh nevermind seeing as she walked away." oliver spoke
"im so lucky and i love you so much. please never leave me" said elio
"thats silly dont say that."
"i know. i get worried sometimes i mean your a total daddy and so attractive and im just a boy whos nine years younger then you who just got legal in America!"
"is it alright if i call you princess?" oliver said
"uh im a dude, just because you fuck me and are my top doesnt mean im a chick" elio said laughing
"im calling you princess"
"no your not" elio said
"yes i am- or else i wont fuck you for a week!"
"oof you would be hurting yourself more babe"
"fuck your right" oliver said checking him out.
ČTEŠ
elio & oliver and timothée + armie imagines ( call me by your name. )
Nezařaditelné❝ oliver stop it! we are in public!❞ OR in which i write a bunch of one shots of elio and oliver & timothée and armie, whether it be smutty of pure fluff.
