#alev alezar

[sweetnspicyart]

Alev and his daughter Rowan while expecting Piper (aka Pepper).

Alev belongs to @evinleighfantasy

Rowan is Leoben's daughter, concieved via magic potion so she's a carbon copy of her dad.

[evinleighfantasy]

A very happy holidays to all who celebrate! And a safe and happy Thursday to those who don’t!

I wrote a holiday short for @preg-vancy with our blorbos Alev & Vera and they gave me permission to share their gift. So enjoy! 💚

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The air was thin and crisp outside as flurries of snow rushed and whipped down the street. Racing each other in a jovial swirling foot race toward the frozen beach. Everything was quiet as the blizzard outside wrapped the town in a thick blanket of white as most at this hour were peacefully sleeping through the night, safe and warm in their homes. Across the township, there were no windows lit by this hour, except for the faintest flicker of light one would have to squint through the blowing snows to see from the streets.

Coming from the town’s only humble restaurant that had long since closed for the night hours prior. Inside, a roaring fire had been lit in the fireplace, popping and crackling, filling the silence of the dark venue and giving it a hint of life still, even after hours. Though the blaze didn’t sit alone as the one who had lit it never strayed far from its warming glow.

A mug of something spiced with cinnamon and clove let off a soft vapour of delicate steam. Rising and vanishing up into the air in a much more demure manner than the strong winds rushing past and battering against the windows outside.

Holding the mug thoughtfully in both strong but caring hands the same deep red colour as the contents of the cup. A man in his thirties sat on the well worn sofa that faced the lively fireplace, surrounded by a pair of matching armchairs without bodies to occupy them at this hour. A thick, woollen knit blanket wrapped around his shoulders and held him like a hug as it curled around his body and draped over his legs. Obviously more for comfort than warmth as the flame-like nature of his hair flickered faintly, almost as if in conversation with the fire he was gazing into. Suggesting that he had no problems of his own with the cold.

His slippered feet were half curled under himself as he lounged on the sofa propped up on one arm, in his soft burgundy bathrobe. Resting the bottom of the mug against his pyjama-clad baby bump, which would twitch and quiver every so often as the twins would shift and stretch in his ever growing womb, and continue to fight for space for another three months yet. But for tonight they only sought to disturb the cider in their father’s hands, and make him let go of the cup to rub his heavily rounded belly and comfort them instead.

He barely glanced upward as overhead a creak in the floorboards echoed throughout the quiet dining room. If not the old building settling itself against the elements battering at its walls. Then footsteps, he presumed, belonging to his equally expectant beloved, only nine weeks behind himself. More than likely waking in the middle of the night to find her way to the bathroom half-asleep through the darkness. He put the idle thought out of his mind, almost too efficiently when a door connecting the restaurant’s back hallway up to the apartment above slowly creaked open.

“‘lev?” A soft half-asleep voice murmured out his name. Alev startled, nearly spilling his cider; and pushed himself up on one arm to sit up just enough to look toward the doorway where she was standing. Leaning up against the doorway for support and squinting through the darkness to get her eyes to focus on him through sleep and without her glasses on hand. “What’re you doing up down here?” She asked.

“I couldn’t sleep but I didn’t want to wake you…” With the bouts of pregnancy induced insomnia they’d both been going through over the past few months. They had been giving each other plenty of grace and understanding when or if the other managed to fall asleep, and an unspoken rule not to wake the other unless it was completely necessary.

“I rolled over and you were gone. It was cold in bed without you.” Her lower lip puckered out into a sweet little pout that he couldn’t resist and Alev gently patted the spot next to him for her to come join him by the fire. “Then I came out to the living room but you weren’t there either.”

“I’m here now, Vera. Come sit,” he gently encouraged her over and Vera nodded. Her slippered feet padded along the hardwood floor toward the blurry glow of his locks until she managed to wander-waddle her way through the darkness and feel her way along the back of the sofa until she found her way to her seat. With one hand on top of her heavy belly, Alev could hear Vera let out a soft ‘oof’ as she lowered herself down next to him. Bringing her feet up off the floor like he did, she leaned into him and rested her head against the side of his own, warm comforting bump as she continued to lovingly cradle hers. “I just thought, maybe a fire would be nice, seeing as I probably wasn’t going to be getting to sleep anytime soon. The background noise is good for thinking. Apple Cider?”

“What were you thinking about? Only if you feel like talking about it of course…” Vera looked up at her beau as he stretched out the oversized blanket to wrap around them both and settled his arm around her shoulders. Her nose wrinkled with an apprehensive expression as he held the mug toward her and she reluctantly took it in her hands. The mug was just as pleasantly hot to the touch as Alev was, and certainly smelled delicious. “Alcohol?” Despite knowing him far better than that, she still had to ask rather than assume, just in case.

“Just cider, no alcohol,” he promised. Satisfied by his confirmation, Vera nodded and sat up just enough so she could safely bring the mug to her lips and take a sip. And Alev watched her eyes fall closed as the taste of the winter spices and citrus washed over her palette and settled into a pleasant warm feeling in her chest. Though she was quick to hand the mug back to him so that she could curl back up to his side.

“I was thinking about the future again. Not- in an anxious way this time. Just, how by this time next year there will be six of us and they’ll be nine and seven months old by then. This will be our last winter festival together where it’s just the two of us. Our first holiday engaged to each other AND our last winter holiday before we’re really married…big time married I mean- In front of our friends!” he quickly clarified before he could feel the frown start to form on Vera’s face, absolutely not about to discredit their beautiful elopement.

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot too lately,” she admitted, “if you don’t mind me sharing?” Her eyes flickered from the flames in the fireplace to the flaming gemstone on her ring finger. The twilight fire topaz passed from Alev’s great grandmother, eventually down to her from his mother, her new mother-in-law, the thought still made her giddy just thinking about it. Married. She was a wife. Alev’s wife! She tilted her head to look up at him and he nodded in approval.

They both closed their eyes to imaging their future together few the years as Vera described what she saw in her mind.

The entire family coming down to Solarhill for the babies’ first Christmas. Matching red and white onesies for all four of them as they lay on their tummy time rug to watch the twinkling tree for the first time with utter fascination. While the older adults sat with something festive to drink to talk and fawn over the infants.

The next year and the year after that, everyone is a little bit older. Enlisting the help of the quads to each set a false candle in the windows to help illuminate the block and grant anyone walking by a safe passage on their journey. Vera filling the house with the smell of fresh baking at all times. Even enlisting the help of some of the children in her task, to a variety of chaotic mixed results at the hands of her toddlers.

Another year after that, in the comfortable darkness like they were tonight. She could already see herself and Alev sitting together like they were now. Talking about how big the kids were getting and getting teary eyed over how they were already in pre school. Decorating the tree together as a family with old ornaments from over the years; and new decorations made of paper and felt from daycare, each one a little misshapen or scribbled over in marker but still special just the same in Vera’s heart.

And in the years further ahead, as the times all blurred together with how far off they seemed yet still crept idly forward one day at a time. How she still wished to do more yet: travelling home for the holidays to Crow’s Nest to be with Alev’s family, spending warm nights inside playing games. Parties with their neighbours and friends where everyone would come over and have an unforgettable evening together. The big elaborate feasts with braised meats, wine, pomegranate, and spiced roasted vegetables. Mulled wine and ciders to enjoy sitting around a blazing fire every night leading up to Christmas as they talked about the past year and wished for good things in the to come. Teaching the littles how to use their magic safely to light real candles and fires in the fireplace to celebrate. And special traditions that were all uniquely ‘them’ as Vera and Alev tried to blend their cultures and make something that showed off where they both came from.

As the pair both opened their eyes and slowly came back to the present moment, the fire had already begun to die down and the mug of cider had long since been emptied. In the growing silence that replaced the crackling and popping of wood in the hearth. The wave of exhaustion Alev had been searching for was finally beginning to hit amidst the peace and hope that warmed his chest after hearing his beautiful wife lay out the perfect future for them. And for their babies who were starting to grow especially restless by how long he had been sitting still by now. He could hear a soft giggle behind Vera’s smiling lips as she felt it too when one of the squirming kicks thumped gently against her cheek. Then watched as her curious hand pulled up his pyjama shirt to expose his bare bump to the chill of winter’s air.

“You be good in there,” she whispered to his belly. Holding herself up on one elbow so that she could turn over to plant a soft kiss over where the kicking and nudging was. While her free hand left her own bump to caress his sensitive middle and try and settle his pair of freeloaders. “You’ve been keeping papa up way too late this week, we need to get him back to bed before he starts to fade out and falls asleep down here, don’t we?”

Through the dim light surrounding them and Vera without her glasses to see his features up close, Alev was thankful that she couldn’t see how hard he was blushing or the tears that still piqued at the corners of his eyes after her touching monologue; fully encapsulated her vision of their future together that he had secretly always dreamed of having long since before they’d even met.

The arm he’d wrapped comfortingly around her shoulder as they cuddled shifted downward to rest on the side of her bump while she showered his in affection. Idly rubbing her expectant middle as he fought back a yawn and promptly failed.

“See babies? Let’s go get him up to bed.” Vera looked up at Alev and he smiled warmly down her, the pair reaching to share one last affectionate kiss by firelight and it felt like sparks flew between them.

Burning just as bright as they day they met and set to last as an eternal flame forevermore.

“I just…may need some help getting up first.”

“…I do too…”

[evinleighfantasy]

Can I get Alev at 6-9 months with twins?

With a crop top pretty pwease

It was pride weekend at his favourite night club, of COURSE he wasn’t going to miss it for the world! No matter what state he was in. His doctor had advised him that staying active throughout his pregnancy would be good for him, and for the babies. Might as well make his exercise dancing.

When Alev walked into the club that night it was fashionably late. Unsurprisingly most of his usual outfits didn’t fit, which in its own way was surprising given how little it covered when he could still put it on.

Even if he had to supplement his usual pair of short shorts for something that fit over the new swell of his thighs. Crop tops were eternal. If he was going to be a show off for the night, he was going to let his belly be the crown jewel of the occasion.

After all, he didn’t know when he’d be back again once his bundles of joy arrived in less than a months’ time. He was going to make this his (temporary) last hurrah.

With an exaggerated sway to his widened hips as he walked through his familiar out-of-town haunt. Alev’s eyes scanned the scene as they adjusted to the dim light. Eventually setting on a pair of men chatting at the bar, he didn’t quite recognize them at first but something in his body told him that they’d met before. As he approached, he watched their eyes turn and fall on his oversized baby bump that lead the way long ahead of the rest of him. Before one smiled and made space for the fiery stranger to sit between them.

“Hey, haven’t seen you around here since the Halloween party,” one began. “You look, different but-“

“-really good…” the other finished. “May we?”

Alev’s cheeks flushed and he nodded. A pair of hands adorned with rings and black-lit bracelets simultaneously reached across towards his bare swollen middle. Their hands were cool and smooth across his warm skin and barely caved to the tightness of his belly, filled with his soon-to-be born twins. He could feel one of their hands wander to the underside of his bump and almost methodically feel up the weight of his ripe, heavy womb.

“You carry our babies so well,” a hushed voice whispered sensually into his ear before nipping gently at his ear lobe. Alev shivered as a finger ran over his sensitive navel decorated with a faux ring.

“Can we come back to your room and recreate that magic?”

“Gods yes,” Alev sighed. A wide grin spread across all of their faces and he accepted their hands to help him off the too-small bar stool. As he was escorted back the way he came from earlier in the night.

He knew that he’d never fully recognize them out on the streets in the bright light of day. But under the flashing coloured lights cutting through the darkness and fog, they’d keep meeting over and over again like this…

[evinleighfantasy]

Alev at 9+ mo with a singleton?

“Oof-hey now,” Alev puffed as a little limb thumped against his left rib from inside of him. “I know you’re out of room in there but you’re the one everyone’s waiting on.” Sitting up to give them both some extra breathing room, he was met with a protesting nudge for deciding to move.

“You sure have a lot to complain about today don’t you?” He continued to address his active belly, taking a moment to caress the top of his bump and soothe the last little disturbances from his upset passenger.

Though just as they’d both settled in, across the room he could see his phone light up. Once, twice, and then again. Obviously something that couldn’t wait. Alev sighed and looked down at himself to assess the situation, internally calculating the best plan of attack to successfully get up. Summoning up a sliver of courage and whatever balance he still had left. The genasi man attempted to shift off the old sofa before it could suck him into its cushions past the point of no escape.

Both he and the couch groaned and creaked together under the movement of his hips. As he inched himself close enough to the edge that he could heave his heavy body upright.

His phone vibrated again against the kitchen counter. Now that he was there he could see every text was from his manager and right hand man.

“How are you feeling Rapunzel, still all locked up in your tower up there?

I’m bringing you up lunch from the cafe, you’ve got 5 minutes to make a request.

…fuck it I’ll just bring you what you got last time. You better not be up and standing right now!!”

Using her divine power of perfect timing, Alev could hear that Allie was already halfway up the stairs connecting his restaurant downstairs to the apartment.

Taking her threat as a proper warning, he sat himself at the kitchen island and pretended to look busy when she let herself in and took the stool next to him like she lived there herself.

“A spicy chicken caesar extra hot and a root beer extra cold, right A.A.?” Allie asked, sliding the take out containers over to him. “Bed rest sounds like it sucks, everybody misses you downstairs and the due date betting pool is starting to get cutthroat. You should probably hurry up and have that thing already before the kitchen turns on each other.”

“Trust me, I’ve been trying everything in my power for weeks now, and here I still am at 40 weeks with zero progress. There’s no force on earth that’s going to move this baby except the kid itself.” Alev lamented, sharing a laugh with his best friend as she reached across to give his stubborn baby bump a sympathy rub. The tips of her fingers cool against his heated crimson skin, whenever they brushed up against his lower belly where his shirt had long given up on staying tucked into his sweatpants.

“Sounds like you need some divine intervention from the gods themselves to kickstart this labour into action. Maybe I’ll look into seeing what the local coven can do. Communications-wise or something by way of an herbal remedy. Now eat your lunch, I’ve got to get back to work and let people know you’re still alive and pregnant as ever.”

[evinleighfantasy]

I have a new AU brewing in my skull and y’all aren’t even ready for the single divorced rocker dad vibes Alev is about to put out

[evinleighfantasy]

Hi sorry I'm new to your blog. Who are some of your ocs for the ask game?

Hello Anon, welcome!

I have a ton of OCs I need to expand on later but the top 3 I post about most are Alev, Joven and Kyras.

Alev: (He/Him) Is my main Solarhill townie. He’s a coastal city fire genasi helping run the family business, turned small town restaurant owner/bartender turning over a new leaf after the death of his husband. I like to put him in accidental little situations when he goes into the city to go clubbing. And he’s my punk rock bitch with a backstory, so lots of fluff/angst potential.

Joven: (They/Them) is my kink fodder OC and blends my preg kink and cirque (not Clown or Circus, think cirque du Soleil style performing (lmao)) kinks together. I slapped on a demon patroness who causes them magical pregnancies whenever she feels like. And thus, my bad mannered street rat with a talent came to be.

I still need to write their back story proper, but most of their deal is labouring in inconvenient times/places, maybe a little stuffing, and magical/real pregnancies (or both at the same time).

KyRas (K7-R): (They/He/It) Is my android a part of @dotjpreg ‘s android-verse. They’re a former frathouse cleaning bot that got the house when the engineering school shut down. So they’re currently moonlighting as a cabbie to keep the lights on (with help from 2 alumni who moved in as roommates), but their real passion is body modification.

Kyras knows androids have infinite customization potential since their own look has been changed so often over the years, and having absorbed so much electronics knowledge from living with students. So they’re self-teaching engraving for “tattoos” and electronics to inlay the engravings with lighting.

I haven’t expanded much on his own pregnancy experience yet. But I think they’d take pretty well to the concept after the initial shock of their self-replicating device randomly activating. (They’re own backstory is also still in the works)

[evinleighfantasy]

Do any of your ocs have birthdays or starsigns?

I’m pretty guilty about not giving characters canon birthdays unless the plot calls for it

Alev’s canon birthday is May 28th because it fit his backstory timeline (accidentally making him a Gemini which turned out to fit his character pretty well)

But as for most of my other OCs I decided to avoid giving them one under the excuse that most of them are immortal and time doesn’t matter 😆

[evinleighfantasy]

What does Alev do day to day?

Alev Lore time!! Back home, Alev used to run his family's collection general stores with his Brother, Ozwin since they both have degrees in business.

Now, he's trying his hand at running his town's local Café/Bar/Restaurant after deciding to take the business over for a retiring family friend! (Anyone who grew up in a small town knows what I'm talking about. When the tiny ass town only has 5+ stores and each one doubles as 100 different places lol)