#ristorante

[la-lucy-art]

Ristorante ai Barbacani Venezia

[marianne-in-wonder1and]

Obsessive!Lord Diavolo with a Hopeless Romantic!Waitress!F!Reader:

#Tags: Obsessiveness, possessiveness, jealousy, he sees you working, obsession at first sight, you're a hopeless romantic, you work at Ristorante Six

Obey Me!:

"What would you like to order, Lord Diavolo?" You smiled brightly.

"..."

"Sir?"

"..."

"Um..."

"Oh. Some Flaming Fafnir Stew for me."

"Wonderful!"

Fuck. You're the new waitress here. No wonder Diavolo didn't recognize you the moment he entered his all-time favourite restaurant, Ristorante Six. No wonder you didn't know his usual. And to say that he was awestruck, was an understatement. There you stood, jotting down orders with that sinful smile of yours. You're so breathtaking. The succubi always clinging to Diavolo could never compare. Your soft skin, glossed lips, beautiful hair and mesmerizing eyes have completely undone him.

What's this strange feeling within his chest? It's warm. Hot. And intense. It radiates to his entire body. He can hear his own heart beat resounding in his ears. Suddenly, he feels speechless. To think that a woman—

"Would you like a beverage to go alongside your stew?" You popped back out, smiling brightly at him. Don't smile like that. His heart can't take it anymore. Please.

"Huh? Oh," a rare flush ran up Diavolo's neck and settled at his cheekbones, his intense golden gaze examining your face with focus, "some tea would be great."

So you have a beauty mark beneath your lip. That's cute. You have one behind your ear too. A wave of anger pulsed through his form. Wait, why? All because your previous life's lover was a flirt when it came to kissing you? Get over it, Diavolo. It's... unbecoming.

"Perfect!" You nodded, turning away to prepare his order, when you felt a large, warm hand grasp your wrist, preventing you from doing so.

"Wait. Are you new here?" Of course you are. He already knew that anything to keep you with him for longer..

"Yes, sir! I'm Y/n, and It's my first day working at Ristorante Six!" You smiled at him, blissfully unaware of the overwhelming attraction surging to the surface from Diavolo's chest. Your eyes met his, and you found yourself examining his features.

Tanned skin, sharp gold eyes, and silky red hair. A firm chest and strongly built figu— wait, why're you noticing the firmness of his chest? A flush spread across your cheeks as you softly cleared your throat. Damn it, Y/n! You're trying to get executed...

"I see. Then, how has work been treating you?" His sonorous voice filled your ears as you flashed him a practiced smile the way you bit your lip before doing so didn't go unnoticed by your newest admirer..

"W-Work? Oh, it's been nice! The customers are respectful and I like the atmosphere here," you chimed, your wrist still in his hand. He must be able to feel the way your heart started racing, no?

"I'm glad you think so. Well then, prepare my food, Y/n!" Diavolo laughed brightly, a loud yet strained sound which nearly betrayed his racing heart did you see the hearts in his eyes?. Dignity where? He's completely wrapped around your finger.

"Of course!"

With that, you raced back to the counter, quickly giving his order to the chef. And then, you began processing what just happened. You had your first encounter with the King of Devildom! He's so handsome. Though, you can't entertain reveries about him. You shouldn't. Yet, the memory of his scorching gaze searing into your form gave you a little... hope.

As you went back out to take other orders, your eyes met Diavolo's again. Intense and burning. Trying to ignore the sudden goosebumps on your skin, you put up a bright smile and began to do your work. This time, a kind gentleman had come to dine at Ristorante Six! As you jotted Mr. Abaddon's order down—

CRASH!

The sound of a breaking teacup filled the quiet atmosphere, whipping your attention towards the source. Diavolo sat there, arm draped over the back of his chair, while a teacup lay at his feet in shatters. His golden eyes had gotten an edge of something lethal in them, unmoving from you.

As you rushed to clean the mess up, you felt his polished shoe brush against your side as if staking claim.. A chuckle escaped him as he leaned forward, his hand brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as he looked down at you.

"Careful with the shards, Y/n," he smiled, his thumb brushing against the beauty mark behind your ear, "don't get hurt."

You nodded, quickly cleaning the shards up. You didn't even notice when one of the ceramic pieces cut your finger. His hand shot out to grab your finger, bringing it close to his mouth. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the wound, instantly healing it. You gulped, quickly pulling your hand back, embarrassed.

"My apologies for startling you."

"N-No, it's all good."

He chuckled at your words, rising as he tossed a heavy pouch full of Grimm onto the table. The amount of money inside was astonishing! You gasped, "that is way too much money! Sir, your total is only—"

"I insist, Y/n," Diavolo smirked, "I want you to have it." And also maybe have his heart.

Nodding hesitantly, as you turned away to clear the table, he grasped your hand again, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it firmly.

"Until next time, Y/n."

With that, he just turned around and walked away, as if he hadn't just turned you red! As Diavolo exited, he ran a hand down his face, exhaling. He'll need to give Abaddon a warning to stay away from what belongs to him.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. Diavolo sends you some tea ☕ Do send requests for more! ❤️

[jupiterovprsten]

Italija u svom punom sjaju

[the-secret-place-inside-me]

In questi giorni…

…mi è tornato in mente un mio vecchio sogno.

Desideravo di portare una persona speciale nel mio ristorante preferito dove lo chef Angelo serve prelibatezze squisite. I piatti che ti sorprendono o per la loro semplicità basata sulla eccellente qualità di materia prima o con uno strano ma gustoso abbinamento degli ingredienti: ravanello dal proprio orto nella “terra” di olive nere al forno, manzo cotto davanti a te sulle pietre roventi, cernia con la granita di melograno, scoglio di cozze dove i “coralli” si potevano anche mangiare, pesce con la salsa al basilico e fragole o una “semplice” tagliata di manzo che si scioglieva in bocca…

E si, sono stata invitata a cena in quel ristorante. Una calda sera d’un estate appena cominciato del 2023. Ho messo una biancheria intima in pizzo, rigorosamente nera, un paio di sandali con tacco a spillo e un abito nero, lungo che mi avesse coperta del tutto se non fosse semitrasparente creando quel fantastico gioco vedo non vedo. Lo sguardo del mio compagno ha detto tutto…

Abbiamo passato una piacevolissima serata bevendo un buon rosso robusto, mangiando del buon cibo e chiacchierando fino alla chiusura del locale. Di seguito sono stata riaccompagnata a casa dove ci siamo saluti con un classico bacio sulla guancia. Giorno dopo il mio compagno mi ha inviato un messaggio dicendomi che avrebbe voluto baciarmi in bocca e non solo quella sera. Li risposi che sarebbe stato rifiutato…

Si, perché il mio sogno si è avverato ma con la persona sbagliata altrimenti la finale sarebbe ben diversa…

Perché lo scrivo adesso?

Perché credo che la sorte ancora non ha detto del tutto su questo sogno ed io nei miei sogni ci credo fortemente, ostinatamente… ✨💫✨

[nocandleinthewind]

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[candy-babylove]

Ho appena letto il menù primaverile di un ristorante e sto già godendo.

Chi viene con me?!

[wgm-beautiful-world]

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