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natalievoncatte · 18 days ago

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Everything was in place. Lena dropped down into the passenger seat of Jess’s car. The trunk was loaded with presents and books and Lena was ready. Jess fired up the engine of her 2009 Honda Civic and off they went, navigating National City traffic.

Lena’s stomach was full of butterflies. She had her hood up and was dressed down in sweats, not looking at all her fashion place self. Jess parked by one of the service entrances and a security guard let them in with a curt nod. Lena had dropped him a four figure tip to cooperate.

The kids were gathered in a common area on the fifth floor pediatric intensive unit, ranging in age from three to fifteen. Lena fought the lump that formed in her throat as they gathered, some of the younger ones in the laps of the older.

Lena started with a reading of How the Grinch Stole Christmas, complete with sill voices and big smiles and a lot of effort on her part to keep tears from welling in her eyes.

Some of these kids were having their last Christmas, and some of them knew it. Some didn’t. Others would go home, and a lucky few would help change the world with their participation in clinical trials.

On some level Lena knew that Kara would show up eventually- she’d been dropping in regularly enough, once learning that Lena read to the kids.

Sure enough, she showed up as the kids were eating turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy prepared under the supervision of a Michelin star chef that Lena had hired at great expense to prepare their dinner.

Supergirl, all swagger and power, strode into the room. The response was curious. They knew her of course, and she’d been there enough times, even read to them, that there was a peculiar familiarity to her visits and only the new kids got truly excited.

They were more excited by Kara’s plus one. She’d brought with her the most perfect Santa Claus that Lena had ever seen. No fake beard here; every whisker was real, as was every crease and wrinkle. Even his costume was flawless, velvet coat and paints lined with genuine fur. He had a huge beach sack thrown over one shoulder and greeted the kids with a cheer, setting to work handing out gifts.

Kara came over and stood next to Lena.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time,” said Lena.

Across the room, Santa gave a hearty Ho! Ho! Ho!, and had taken up a seat to invite kids onto his lap.

“Believe it or not,” Kara said, “he owes me a favor.”

Lena snorted and Kara winked.

“‘sides, I live at the North Pole, too. Sort of.”

Lena watched the man with the children. He really was quite good, a consummate professional.

She looked over at Kara. There was a twinge of pink in her cheeks and snowflakes melting in her hair, and her new suit showed off her muscular arms. More than that, there was a look of a wistful joy in her eyes as she watched the kids enjoy themselves.

Lena’s heart would have grown three sizes that day, if it didn’t already feel like it might burst through her ribs every time she looked at Kara, really looked at Kara.

She’d long ago admitted her feelings to herself- it was getting them out that was the problem, even now.

Across the room, Santa Claus stood, startling Lena out of her reverie.

“I’m sorry kids, but I really must go. Lots more visits to make tonight!”

He stood and walked over to Kara. “I do have that one stop to make before I begin my rounds proper. Shall we?”

He even had the perfect Santa voice.

Kara turned to Lena and offered a hand.

That was how Lena ended up in something like the setup for a bad joke: Riding in an elevator with Santa Claus and Supergirl.

It was actually rather awkward. Kara opened the roof access door and motioned for Lena, and the Santa Claus impersonator followed her out. Kara went last, lingering by the door.

“May we speak in private?” Santa said.

“Sure,” said Lena, happy to play along. She pulled her hood up against the chill and walked a few dozen paces from Kara, and Santa turned to face her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring you that easy bake oven you wanted when you were six,” he began.

Lena’s face fell. Lillian had exploded at her when she asked on Santa’s lap, a much less convincing Santa, and asked for the silly cooking toy.

She’d screamed that menial tasks were beneath a Luthor and Lena was supposed to ask for the American Girl dolls that Lillian had already bought, and what an ungrateful, spoiled little bitch she was. It was the first time that Lillian had called her that and far from the last; she’d added many insults to it over the years, like stupid or lazy or, most painfully of all, fat; dropping that one had sent Lena into a spiral of crash dieting that almost turned into full blown bulimia by the time she graduated from high school.

She’d never told anyone about the easy bake oven. Not even Kara.

Before Lena could demand an explanation or even speak, Santa reached into his bag, withdrew something, and handed it to her.

Lena took the stuffed bear on instinct. When she did she knew it was more than a bear. As her hands touched the somewhat ratty fur and she saw the little tear in his left ear she knew, she knew.

When the Luthors took her in, Lillian destroyed everything of her old life- everything of her mother, as if to erase her from ever existing. It was spiteful, and hateful. Lillian couldn’t revenge herself on his husband’s mistress so she did it to her child.

She’d burned Lena’s stuffed animals. They were all gone, reduced to ash.

Except… except…

“Clive?” Lena whispered, hot tears burning down her cheeks. “This is impossible, how…”

He placed a gloved hand on her shoulder and Lena felt a wave of indescribable shock roll through her. Something just… opened.

Her mind filled with an image of perfect clarity, and a song fresh and bright in her ears. Her mother’s voice and the distant sound of the sea that would eventually take her. All her life Lena could barely remember her mother- she clawed at scraps, more able to feel her than truly remember her.

Not anymore. As she clutched the bear to her chest, memory flooded her mind like warmth from a hearth fire filling a cold room. She grinned like a fool and choked back sobs.

“How?” Lena chirped out.

“Kara asked me to bring you something very special, and I do owe her a favor. I really must get going, though.”

Then she heard it. Jingling bells.

Lena had seen a woman fly; said woman had saved her from splatting on the pavement too many times. She had never seen reindeer fly, pulling a sleigh behind them.

Wait.

No.

This was not possible.

Santa Claus threw his sack in the rear of the sleigh and climbed aboard. He threw Lena a wave.

“Merry Christmas, Lena Luthor.”

“Wait,” Lena called. “Did you bring Kara something?”

“What Kara Zor-El Danvers wants, I cannot give her,” he said, with a cryptic grin.

Lena stumbled back as the reindeer launched into a full gallop with a blast of air, the rider snapping his reins. It was only then that Lena noticed that the lead animal had a glowing red nose.

Kara stepped up behind her and put her hands on Len/ shoulders.

“Kara,” Lena said. “That was the real Santa Claus.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t understand. That was the real Santa Claus. He’s real. Santa Claus is real and he gave me my stuffed bear back.”

As Lena turned, Kara smiled. “I know, baby.”

Lena swiped at her cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how you did this, but thank you. Thank you so much. I don’t even know what to say.”

Kara stepped closer, into her space. Very gently, she brushed away one of Lena’s tears with the pad of her thumb.

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“He said he couldn’t get you what he wanted. I find that hard to believe.”

“He can’t just give it to me because it’s not his to give. He did give me this, though.”

Kara reached under her cape, drawing out a small twig with a pair of scalloped leaves and some red berries.

“Is that mistletoe?”

“Yeah,” said Kara.

She lifted it over her head and held it there, smiling at Lena.

It took a moment for her brain to catch up. Kara was holding the mistletoe over her head. She was under the mistletoe.

Lena faltered for just a moment, but then stepped forward, closing what little gap was left between them. Kara was every inch the dashing prince as she put her arm around Lena’s waist, spinning her a little as the other hand cupped her chin and tilted her head just so for Kara to place a gentle, loving, and utterly devastating closed-mouth kiss on Lena’s lips.

Suddenly Lena understood what it was that Kara wanted and for the second time in as many minutes her heart soared and Lena threw her arms around Kara’s neck and they swayed there like dancers amid the snow flurries until Kara flew them home.

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theastrical · 9 months ago

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Honeymoon with genshin men

honeymoon with genshin men! (their choices of destination, where do you guys stay at, and their action to showcase their love for you)

kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, alhaitham x reader

Kaeya’s Nobel Honeymoon

His plan is to make you feel like a royalty, as if you guys are indeed a heir to the crown or maybe the one holding the highest rank in the country. Well you two can only imagine right?

He bought a whole suite for you guys to stay in Airelles (Château De Versailles), France. The suite is called Suite Necker, It’s a beautiful suite, a magnificent one. The view is also wonderful, especially in spring.

He bought the suite for 4 nights, while he also makes sure both of you can have some fun times by participating in the palace tour or the dance in the royal ball.

Helps you whenever you need to fix your clothes, he also manage to fix any clothes malfunction, just incase it would embarrass you, he would fix it without you knowing; act of service is his passion.

Will take you out to some local choices restaurants, he pick the best one, not the one that are meant for tourist. He wants you to have the best food without thinking about the money you both spend over some tourist trap. (While eating, he would always prepare you and your food first, his? Later would be alright. He doesn’t eat his food when you haven’t start eating it)

Would photographed you across the city, the suites, the palace and everywhere you go. His excuse? “I just need to commemorate some beautiful things in here..”

Will buy some souvenirs you’re looking at, especially when you decide not to buy it. He would buy 3 kinds of it and pretend to also like it. Shows it to you (as a surprise) after you both get home from the honeymoon.

Diluc’s cottage dream

He rent a luxurious chalet, the name is chalet melilot. It’s Specifically placed near the mountainside of switzerland so you both can have morning stroll everyday in your honeymoon. Wants to be intact with mother nature since he thought it’ll be more private and sensational.

Thought it’ll be great if you guys also do some surveys around the country for housing if you both enjoyed the country environment.

He would hire a local chef to make you both three course meal for lunch and dinner, it’s all Switzerland’s traditional specialties. Specifically made using organic products and original recipe. He wants you to taste the best healthy and tasty meal, while savouring every each bite.

Every day when you guys walk around the mountain and feel even the slightest bit of cold, he would let you use his jacket, the scent is like firewood, so much like diluc.

At night, he would take you out to the city and even take shots of you using his polaroid. Every pictures he take is meant to be inside his small album of you and him (which he would present it, at the end of the joirney), he would pick the best pictures for his wallet. He seem to have everything in remembrance of you.

At the end of the honeymoon, he surprised you with a dog…a samoyed. It’s a cute thought, also an attentive one. “i know i wouldn’t always be at home and i’m sorry, this honeymoon make me realise that giving you my best is my priority and i will do so by giving you an accompany…this samoyed of our will be our forever accompany in this marriage okay…?”

Childe’s new home

Ajax didn’t like those romantic and sensational types diluc is into, he’s certainly into kaeya’s idea, but he wouldn’t want that either, it’s too cliché. He wants something traditional and refreshing to you. Something that he wants you to experience only with him, not exactly traditional, not exactly romantic, but certainly fresh. It’s not exactly the typical “honeymoon”, since his purpose is to make this trip unforgettable for both of you, and to learn everything about you both.

And that’s to travel around the world to search for a new home, he thought it’ll be better to stay in his hometown but for the sake of you, he wants to make a fresh new start. At your first stop, you guys explore Europe, especially around Sweden and Greece. The second stop is to explore around Asia, which is Mongolia and Vietnam. it’s such a fascinating trip for you both. The third stop is New Zealand, your once go-to-list. To live under these countries culture and to feel as one. You guys kept on trying to adapt to the new environment and it makes you both know each other’s habit easily.

You guys have stayed in numerous hotels and apartments. It’s not exactly romantic nor is it special, it’s both of your purpose to make this trip a whole get-away for newlyweds pressure and such. but makes it endearing is how you both eventually just fall asleep within each other embrace, just resting peacefully in ajax’s chest, while his arm delicately circled your waist. He’s a warm blanket and you’re his beloved plushies.

He would tie your shoes, help you with your bags or laundry, and over all, he’s the one helping you in any chores and in any given chance. He wants you to enjoy this trip without having the burden to do this and that. He just wants you to lay back and have your whole attention to him. Ajax only purpose is to see your smile at the end of the road.

When you both are just too exhausted to explore, you guys would order local take outs and eat it like a hungry fish would. He would laugh and you would teased him. It’s just a moment of laughter and satisfaction. No such a thing as workloads. Just you both having the time of your life together.

Zhongli’s relaxing party

This man’s honeymoon idea is exactly like how you imagine it. Boring but addictive at some way. you both would explore pretty gardens, lovely mountainsides, tea parties, and museum, at taiwan. It’s such a boring idea, but whatever make zhongli smile and whatever make you feel like at an old grandpa house is exactly what you called “the zhongli zone”. It’s comforting, being with zhongli, already feels like you’re being snuggled by a huge polar bear.

He’s such a sweetheart for always making the trip as…relaxing as possible, not wanting to pressure you with the family’s perspective of how newlyweds should act.

It’s not like you’re the one who’s pampering zhongli, he is also trying his best to be suitable enough as the one who court you first. He dips himself inside the hot spring while snuggling with you, he shops some random goods with you, and he also do tea testing by sharing the same cup as you. So relaxing…it makes you forget that you will continue to work again soon sigh.

“do you like this tea? I made this out of boredom and i saw you getting exhausted just by running through stores at the local shops…the goods are okay but i suggest you to keep your health the same, okay?”, this translates to “i’m worried about you, please don’t tire yourself. I want you to be as careful as you are with me when you take care of yourself.” Nonetheless, serves you the tea and even gives you a heartwarming kith on your cheeks.

he would buy you some keychains, handmade ones since he believes it’s more practical for it’s creativity and thoughts in it…also because he appreciates people’s handcraft. He still keeps your handmade bracelets even at your wedding day. he also picks you small pretty flowers when you both were strolling around the floral garden. Fresh and beautiful, just like you (he initially want to say this but he tries not to make it cheesy).

Silently serves you like a dutiful servant would. Makes you tea, cooks you meal, and makes sure you’re well rested. He always wants to pay back the things you did for him, he knows it’s not 100% the same, but he wants you to know that…this honeymoon is made especially for you. After covering you with the blanket and puts on some scented candles. He whispers at night when you were already asleep, “sorry i can’t be the best, but i’ll always be here when you need me. I love you.“

Alhaitham’s wonder of the world

You present him a ticket to travel Papua especially Raja Ampat for your honeymoon and he was so excited, he holds your hand with glimmering eyes…with a calm devoted look. He’s always been this way, hard to show his emotion, even when he’s screaming internally.

When you both arrived, he prepared everything for both of you so you don’t have to stressed out. He loves being the one in charge of itinerary, he loves to work on the schedules. You would see him humming with a straight face in his work office while he’s typing down the things you would do together as husband and wife.

he sets you both up to a diving session. He’s so excited he talks about it all night along. You can hear his yap even at the first day you got there. He loves nature, the sea, and everything inside that deep ocean. You were kind of scared of the ocean, you confessed that at first, and he looks at you with confusion before he say such a reassurance that makes you rethink if this is THE Alhaitham you’re thinking of. “if you’re scared, hold my hand and close your eyes..i promise, i’ll be there, beside you.”

That words he make instantly scarred your heart with love. You don’t even know how it makes you fall harder for him. But you did, you trusted him with your whole life, you hold his hands and he dive you into the sea-worlds. He giggles when he sees you all scared…he hugged you while you both dive so you won’t be scared or sink when you’re not in his watch. “don’t be coy now…trust me, i won’t let you out of my sight.”

When you got back home…you don’t even know how he made you so in love. Sigh…alhaitham, the man you are..

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etherealyoungk · 2 years ago

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third time's a charm - kim mingyu

summary: you and mingyu are rivals, having restaurants near each other and just hating each other's guts for wanting to be the top restaurant in the area. but life's not always fair and you and mingyu end up having to work together. throw in a little bit of angst, spice, fluff, and mutual pining.

pairing: chef!mingyu x chef!reader

warnings: enemies to lovers kinda, fluff, angst, kissing, suggestive and suggestive language, implied smut, mentions of alcohol, use of curse words, and mingyu being an annoying ass but <3 he's so fine

word count: 6.5k // lowercase intended

a/n: a repost of my chef mingyu series as a one-shot. i had so much fun writing this, i hope you enjoy reading it.

chef!mingyu and you are rivals, having restaurants near each other and just hating each other's guts wanting to be the top restaurant in the area. but then one day you both get hired for a private event because the person who was getting married likes both of your food and couldn't choose between the two and asked if you both could maybe collaborate and work. you would have said no but the money was too good to lose out on. so here you are bickering with mingyu as you sit late into the night in his restaurant, trying to decide the menu for the wedding event. he'll just be so fucking cocky with a stupid smirk plastered on his face because he's just that confident about his skills and cooking and you both just can't seem to agree on anything.

"you're so annoying god, how am i supposed to work with you", you mumble. "come on baby, let's both put aside our differences and work like professionals", mingyu says, but the tone he says it in makes your blood boil.

"i swear if you stress me out i will kill you", you say. "ah don't worry baby, besides i know some ways we can destress", he says giving you a wink and making you almost choke on the water you were sipping on.

you both have a taste test of the menu first before finalising it. so you head back to mingyu’s restaurant the next day and it’s just the two of alone in the kitchen as you cook the dishes. mingyu is in charge of starters and mains while you were in charge of the two desserts. mingyu will not shy away from taunting you and just trying to flirt and mess with you because he's a jerk like that, but fuck he looked so hot when he was in his element cooking. he tastes your dishes and will be surprised at how good it is. "it's pretty good", he admits. "duh what did you think", you reply annoyed. "thought it would taste like shit", he says and you smack his arm. "i told you not to get on my nerves", you warn and he just chuckles saying sorry as he licks the plate clean.

then on the day of the event somehow you ended up with missing ingredients so you had to make do with what you had, having a full panic attack as you try to stay calm and finish cooking in the time given. mingyu surprisingly wouldn't be a jerk that day and would come to help you re-plan your menu and dishes and once his service was over, he'd come and help you plate the desserts. finally done with the hectic day, you both head home and you end up crashing in mingyu's place because you had a little too much to drink. you would wake up wondering where the hell you were in the morning until you see a shirtless mingyu in front of you and the smell of something sweet in the air.

"are you awake baby? i didn't know if you liked pancakes or french toast so i made both", he says with a smile. you can't seem to remember anything from the night before but seeing mingyu shirtless and you in one of mingyu's shirts in his bed makes you start thinking things.

"did we...sleep together?", you ask, confused and he just smirks. "why? baby don't you remember?", he teases, putting the plate down on the table. "n-no", you mumble. "if you're teasing me i swear i will kill you", you say giving him a death stare. "i mean, you were pretty much all over me last night", he says and your jaw drops.

"liar", you say and he shakes his head, grinning. "i had to lock the guest room and sleep because i was so scared", he adds and you roll your eyes. "but if you do want to sleep together, i'd be more than happy to oblige", he says with a wink as he grins, leaning forward making your breath hitch. god, he was so annoying.

after you woke up in mingyu's bed that day, you're just not able to stop thinking about him and it just annoys you even more because his stupid smirk is engraved in your mind. "if you want to sleep with me, i'd be happy to oblige?" that fucker. you mumble to yourself and head to the restaurant that day and try to tune out mingyu. but then just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse, it does. your ex decided to give you a visit because they were 'missing you' and you're just even more ticked off because of the way they're pitying you and thinking your life sucks because they’re not with you anymore. the way they’d be just boasting about their life now and just thinking you didn't move on was infuriating.

"so did you move on from me? i know you loved me so the breakup must have hit you hard", they say, making you absolutely seeth with anger. who the hell did they think they were? just then you spot mingyu from the corner of your eye. you had forgotten you had asked him to come over because you had forgotten your wallet at his place and he offered to come to drop it off back to you that evening.

so you put on your fakest smile and do something stupid, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"baby, you're finally here!", you say loudly, walking over to mingyu as he comes up to you both. you latch your arm around mingyu's, leaning your head on his arm. "i was waiting for you", you add looking at mingyu as you bat your eyelashes at him. mingyu would just be so confused as he looks at you. you give him a small nudge with your elbow, as you side-eye your ex hoping, he'll get the message and play along. and thankfully he does. he smiles, and his arm goes around your waist, pulling you closer than you already were.

"were you waiting long? the traffic was horrible", he says. your ex just watches all this unfold. "oh, you should meet my boyfriend", you say as you look at your ex. they just give you both a stiff smile. "we should head home soon baby, i have something special planned", mingyu adds, leaning in to kiss your cheek, catching you off guard. you ex excuses himself and finally heads off. you watch as he leaves, rolling your eyes.

"that asshole", you mutter. "who do they think there are huh, can't believe i actually dated a piece of shit like them", you add, clearly frustrated. a few more profanities leave your lips while mingyu just looks at you, amused at the situation he's been caught in. you don't even realize that you're still holding mingyu's hand until you feel him squeeze your hand ever so slightly. so you look down and look back up at him before letting go of his hand. he smile on his face would drop because of how fast you let go of his hand but he won't say anything.

"so i'm your boyfriend now?", he asks with that stupid smile as he raises an eyebrow. "noo", you defend and he pouts.

"kidding, anyways who was that guy?", he prompts. "my ex, that little shit", you say and mingyu can tell you're extremely annoyed. "here's your wallet", he says as he hands it to you, fetching it from his pocket. "thank you", you say, really grateful this time, because as annoying as he was, he was still a nice guy.

mingyu would offer to drive you home and you agree because it was raining and you didn't really have any other means of transportation so late at night. "i could really use a drink or two", you say as mingyu drives. so that's how you end up in a bar nearby, having a heart-to-heart conversation with mingyu - your rival in business and the guy to who you refused to believe you were attracted. and once again, you find yourself waking up in an unfamiliar bed, only to realize it's mingyu's bed...again. "fuck", you mutter as you try to get out of bed, but mingyu enters - shirtless of course.

"awake baby? i think i'm having deja-vu", he says, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks at you. "i'm sorry...you could have just dropped me home", you add. "but you basically passed out on the couch, how the hell was i supposed to drop you off home in that state", he counters. fair point. "okay im sorry. i'll treat you to lunch and dinner for letting me crash the twice", you add and he smiles satisfied with the deal.

"so...do you remember what happened last night?", he adds, with a glint in his eyes. "hm what happened?", you ask, confused. you again have no recollection of the night before. he clicks his tongue. "im disappointed baby, i thought you would remember", he says as he walks up to the bed. "why...what happened?", you ask, unsure. "you really don't remember?", he frowns and shakes his head. "you don't remember asking me to sleep with you? i had to pry you off me", he says and you are horrified. "what…i would never....i didn't", you stutter.

"hell you even tried to steal a few smooches". "stop lying, i swear i will actually strangle you", you tell making him chuckle, showing his pretty smile. "no, but you really did ask me to sleep with you baby", he says completely serious this time and you can feel your cheeks heat up because what the fuck. you really must've had too much to drink.

"it must've been a while since your last partner if you're so desperate for me", he'll tease. asshole. "i'll happily oblige if you ask me sober though", he adds with a wink making you whack him with the pillow.

you'll go home that day annoyed, hot, and bothered and won't be able to stop thinking about mingyu and his stupidly handsome face and body.

doesn't it suck to have the person you hate on your mind constantly? expect it wasn't exactly hate with mingyu. it was more how you just refused to believe you were attracted to him that made you think about him even more. not to mention you were business rivals, so you didn't want to do anything stupid.

it's been a few weeks and as much it pained you to admit it, you did wish mingyu stopped by, but he hadn't in the last few weeks. and just as you were locking up and about to leave, you saw a familiar figure strolling inside your restaurant - mingyu.

"what do you want?", you ask coldly, tired from the long day. "now is that how you greet a friend?", he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. you noticed how the shirt he was wearing just hugged his body and arms, showing off his biceps. and he was wearing glasses too. fuck he looked so hot tonight. you cleared your throat before speaking.

"im tired okay, what's up?", you repeat. "just came for dinner", he prompts and you're lost. "sorry what? we're closed", you say. "did someone forget they owe me lunch and dinner? how ungrateful", he says, shaking his head with a scoff. right, you promised him you'd treat him for letting you crash in his place.

"right...what do you want?", you ask. "i want you to cook me something that you love to eat", he asks. "i'll buy you something how's that?", you bargain. "no can do baby. or do you want the whole world to know that you're dying to sleep with me", he asks with a raised brow making you narrow your eyes at him. "you're such an ass", you mumble, purposely nudging your elbow into him as you walk ahead.

you lock up and mingyu would drive you back to your place where you decide to cook your favorite pasta for him. it was simple, easy to make, and super yummy too. mingyu would hang around in the kitchen as you started cooking, and maybe give you some unsolicited decor advice, making you roll your eyes. and you notice how mingyu's hands would just automatically start helping you gather ingredients or things - i guess that’s what happens when you cook for a living. you'd have to smack his hands off, telling him you'd manage to make him pout.

he'll lean back on the other end of the counter as you stand chopping some vegetables and doing some prep for the pasta. "so did your ex pay you a visit again?", mingyu asks, looking at you keenly. "that idiot did come in the morning again, and was asking where you were", you say. "what did you say?", "nothing, just that you were at work", you add. "but i don't think he'll come again, hopefully", you add.

"was he good in bed?", mingyu asks, like it's the most normal question in the world, catching you completely off guard. "excuse me? what kind of question is that?", you say, looking at him. "what, can't i know about your loser ex? i'm guessing he was pretty shit seeing as you've been dying to sleep with me", he adds with a smug smirk as he pushes his glasses up. "what- firstly i am not dying to sleep with you and secondly, i don't see why that actually matters to you", you tell, getting annoyed. mingyu did an excellent job getting on your nerves.

"yeah so he was shit in bed", mingyu concludes when you avoid the question. "fuck you mingyu", you say, giving his a side eye. "oh, so you want me to? i'll gladly do it, just ask", he says nonchalantly. "like you're that good in bed either", you mumble to yourself, but obviously mingyu heard you.

"is that a challenge baby? do you want me to show you", he asks with a raised brow. "whatever, oh my god, just let me cook", you snap back at him, getting your focus back onto prepping for the pasta.

after a few seconds of silence, mingyu speaks up again. "baby, if you need help, i'll be more than happy to. it feels awkward just standing here doing nothing", he asks again. "firstly, my name is -", you start, looking up to glance at mingyu. and maybe it was because you looked away for a second or because you were tired, your hand slipped and the knife sliced your finger. "OW", you yelp, dropping the knife on the counter as you clutch your finger to your chest.

mingyu would be by your side in an instant. "what happened?", he asks and he gets his answer from the drops of blood on the countertop. "shit", he mutters. he can tell by the way your finger is bleeding that it's deep and bad cut. "where's your first aid kit", he asks urgently. "top shelf on the right", you mumble. he'll clear the countertop, pushing all the ingredients and chopping board to the side to make some space for you. you feel his hands on your waist as he gently hoists you up so you're now sitting on the countertop.

"here, let me see", he asks softly. you open your hands and hear him take in a sharp breath. it was pretty bad. you had cut not one, but two fingers and they were pretty deep slices, ouch. he'll wipe your finger with a wet cloth first. then he'll dab the disinfectant on, and you close your eyes because it burned like shit. "oww it hurts", you whine. "let me do it, i can manage mingyu", you huff but he won't let you. "don't - just let me help you".

he'll clean your other cuts and it just burns so bad you end up leaning your forehead on mingyu's shoulder, as he's standing in front of you. he'll gently bandage your fingers and make sure you were all okay. "done, you are okay baby?", he asks as you're still leaning your head against him. "hm", you manage to say. you lift your head up but you're still so close to mingyu, you gulp as you look at him. "sorry, i guess i was just tired", you tell softly. "you should have told me, we could have done this another time", he scolds. "i owed you though", you mumble, looking down. and i wanted to spend time with you.

"i'll be okay, it's no big deal", you add and you're hyper-aware of mingyu's hands resting on your thighs as he stares at you. "you're really stubborn you know", he adds making you scoff. "stubborn? me?? have you seen yourself, you're so damn cocky about everything", you counter. he won't say anything but he did love seeing you all feisty, he thought it was hot. "what can i say, i like being the best in everything i do", he counters, giving you a little smirk.

and you can't take it anymore. you couldn't take his stupid smile and how stupidly attracted you were to him. you couldn't take the tension anymore, so you just grabbed mingyu by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, kissing him. he would be caught off guard for a second but he'll smirk into the kiss, kissing you back as he moves his lips against yours. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as your fist where you held the collar of his shirt tightens, feeling giddy with the kiss. you pull away.

"we shouldn't be doing this", you say breathlessly. "give me one good reason why we shouldn't", he responds as he captures your lips again, his other hand going to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him. "fuck...because we're rivals and i'm supposed to hate you", you mumble between kisses. "let's just screw that and start over", he says as he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your collarbone. but your mind is too fuzzy to care anymore. you look at him, his lips pink and plump from all the kissing. he starts to kiss your neck, making you gasp as your eyes flutter close.

"m-mingyu", you whisper. "tell me what you want baby", he groans softly, kissing up to your jawline as you grip his arm. "you're so annoying", you mumble softly. he moves his hand to remove his glasses when you stop him. "don't, i like how they look on you", you say, looking at him as you bite your lip. "oh really? how does it look on me?", he asks, fully knowing the answer but he just wanted to hear it from you. "makes you look so hot", you mumble against his lips, kissing him. he kisses you back as he moves his lips against yours. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as your fist where you held the collar of his shirt tightens, feeling giddy with the kiss.

you don't know how you made it to your bed, as mingyu hovers over you, his shirt thrown somewhere to the side. "i'll fuck you so good that the only name you'll remember is mine", he taunts, whispering in your ear before kissing you again. his cheeks are flushed and his hair falling over his face as he looks down at you. with such passion making you dizzy.

you stir awake and open your eyes to see mingyu soundly sleeping next to you. his arm is lazily around your waist, his hair falling over his hair in a cute mess. the events of last night are still clear in your head. what was going to happen now? what were the two of you?

you gently move, trying not to wake up mingyu, but he stirs slowly beside you, his arm tightening against your waist as he pulls you closer. "five more minutes", he mumbles and you can't really do anything to get out of his killer grip, so you lay there in his arms, admiring his pretty face.

"your five minutes are up", you say, pushing against his chest to get out of his hold, making mingyu open his eyes. "you're so mean", he mumbles, letting you get out of his grasp.

your clothes are scattered on the floor from the night before and you reach out for the closest thing near you - mingyu's shirt. you can definitely see him check you out as you are draped in his shirt as he shows his pretty grin to you. mingyu makes breakfast and soon you both part ways, having to attend to the restaurant.

that night, you crash in bed and you can't stop thinking about what happened between you both. what was going to happen? how could you possibly stay friends with him? would it be weird? and mostly, you were scared. you still didn't want to admit how you felt about him. and after last night's events, you were even more confused and unsure. so you do the worst thing anyone can do - try to avoid mingyu and pretend like it didn't happen.

it's easy at first because you're both busy with your work. but mingyu would leave you occasional texts to which you would just reply with short sentences, making up excuses that you were busy or tired if he asked if you were free for dinner or coffee. but then mingyu obviously picks up on your behavior and maybe starts to feel bad. and he decides to finally do something about it.

you wrap up for the night and are heading out the door when you bump into someone since you were looking at your phone as you walked. "ouch-oh", you let out upon seeing whom you had bumped into - mingyu.

"hi", you say, gaining your balance as you step back. "hi" he says as he looks at you. "what's up?", you ask. "i'm here to get my second treat from you", he adds and when you give him a confused look he elaborates. "did someone forget they owe me two meals?", he prompts with a raised eyebrow. this annoying asshole.

"thought you forgot about", you mumble under your breath. "how could i, what do you take me for", he teases making you glare at him. since you'd been avoiding him, you forgot how cocky and annoying he was, even though you hated to admit how much it turned you on and how much you found him insanely attractive.

"what do you want? i'll buy you dinner", you tell. "nope, you've to make me something", he tells, not budging. "fine i'll make you ramen", you tell. he raises his eyebrows. "are you flirting with me right now?", he asks. you simply push past him and walk ahead mumbling under your breath as he laughs and follows behind you.

you both are in your apartment now. taking a pot, you fill it with water and wait for it to boil as mingyu leans back against the counter. you're about to chop some green onions when mingyu steps in. "let me, don't want you cutting yourself again", he says as he takes the knife from you, chopping them neatly. you just hoped he didn't bring up what happened last time now because you would die on the spot if he did that.

"so...can i ask you why you've been avoiding me?", he finally asks. your leaning against the other side of the counter now as mingyu turns back to look at you. great, here we go.

"what do you mean, i haven't been avoiding you", you lie, trying to sound convincing but mingyu can see right through you. "don't lie baby, it's very obvious", he says crossing his arms across his chest, which only emphasized his biceps even more.

"is it because of what happened between us last time?", he asks as he looks at you. the way he looks at you and waits tells you that he did genuinely have feelings for you. you liked him too, he definitely made your heart jump. but you both were supposed to be rivals and you're feelings were complicated, and you didn't know how to say it.

"i'm not going to lie, i did feel bad. i thought there was a spark between us you know", he says. the water is boiling now but mingyu didn't move and neither did you.

"yeah, it was fine. just... let's just treat it like a one-night stand and move on okay. forget about it", you tell, dismissing the topic and your feelings completely, and you didn't miss the flash of hurt that reflected in mingyu's eyes.

you come forward to put the ramen in the water along with the flavoring packets as you try to ignore mingyu's presence next to you. "wow", he finally says. "so that's all it was to you? it didn't mean anything? because from what i remember i clearly felt something and so did you", he adds, not letting go of the topic.

"it's just something that happened-" "did you want it", he asks cutting you off. the ramen is still boiling but neither of you pays attention to it anymore. "i mean yeah but that doesn't need to define our relationship", you tell. "what are we now?", you ask.

"i don't know but i thought it could be the start of something. but seeing how you just thought about it as a one-night stand and have been ignoring me ever since tells me all i need to know", he tells as he runs a hand through his hair. you finally turn back your attention to the ramen, which is clearly been boiling for too long. turning off the stove, you serve some for yourself and mingyu and push the bowl toward him.

neither of you talk as you both eat, mingyu inhaling the noodles. you can tell he's pissed off but he still helps you clean up before leaves, only telling you thanks for the ramen as he steps out the door of your apartment.

that week mingyu doesn't text you or call. it was selfish of you to think that he would. but still, you unconsciously found yourself waiting for his text or his goofy face to pop by your restaurant. and that's when you realized you missed him. you really did like him a lot. that night after a long day and a long week, you find yourself drinking alone in the corner of a small local restaurant, just drowning in your sorrows. you were pretty tipsy at this point and some random person decided to sit next to you, annoying you and trying to make small talk with you.

"can you leave, please? i don't think i know you", you tell but they don't seem to listen. that's when you hear a familiar voice. "i think you need to go", the voice says and you look up. "who are you?" "they're my partner", you hear the voice say as the person gets up, walking off as the person glares at him.

the mystery person who just saved you takes a seat opposite you and you stare at him trying to figure out where you've seen him before. "you look like someone i know", you tell, taking another sip of your drink, only to find the glass empty as you ask for another drink. "yeah you look like this guy mingyu", you tell and he chuckles because it was, in fact, mingyu who was sitting in front of you.

after taking a few sips of your refreshed drink, you launch into an explanation about mingyu...to mingyu because you're too drunk to realize mingyu is in front of you and you just needed to get things off your chest.

"who's mingyu?", he asks. "this guy who's super annoying but also so attractive. and i just fucked up big time with him. we ended up sleeping together but then i just told him to forget about it basically. and now i'm just going to die single", you tell. mingyu smiles softly at that. " but how do you feel about him?", he asks, curious to know what you really felt and thought about him.

"i do like him, even though he's too cocky for his own good and annoying, he's pretty cool. i can't seem to think straight when i'm around him. i was just scared to admit my feelings after and screwed up, causing a mess. but i really really do like him", you tell, as you down your drink. mingyu stops your hand when you ask for another drink. "i think you've had enough for tonight baby, let's get you home", he says and soon he's driving you back home while you're passed out asleep in the passenger seat of his car.

you stir awake in bed, your head heavy from last night's drinking. you open your eyes and look around. since when did you have yellow walls? you look around and get up, realizing this isn't your room, but why does it seem vaguely familiar? just then a head peeps into the room - mingyu.

what the hell? he sees you awake and gives you that toothy, stupid, pretty smile. "you're awake i see", he tells, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. "you should just move into my place, i can see that you love it so much", he adds, being sarcastic and teasing you. "why am i here?", you ask, confused, not being able to recall how or why you even ended up in mingyu's house. you're just hoping you didn't do anything stupid last night.

"bad memory again baby?", he prompts and you give him a small glare.

"shit", you mumble under your breath as you wrack your brain and try to recall last nights events. "sorry i keep crashing at your place", you add, feeling guilty. "i made breakfast, eat before it get's cold", he says before retreating back to the dining hall. you follow him after a minute and you're about to just walk away.

"it's fine, i'll eat later", you say but mingyu just puts the plate in front of you, guiding you to a seat and pushing you down to sit. "you're really going to refuse my world famous french toast?", he asks.

you take a bite and nod because it was actually very yum. "how'd i end up here anyway?", you ask, looking at mingyu. "you texted me", he says and you wait for him to explain more. "or like left me a few really misspelled drunk texts which i had to put together to figure out where you were". then you remember. right, that's what i was doing, trying to forget about mingyu, yet here you were at his house.

"and then you passed out in my car when i was driving you home and you wouldn't wake up so i had to take you back to my place", he explains between bites of his toast. you cringe at the memory. "sorry", you mumble out.

later that week you still can't stop thinking about mingyu and even more so. he was just so sweet and charming. and you missed him. you're laying down in bed and it's late. you're staring at the ceiling and thinking about mingyu and your feelings. what were you so scared off? was you going to push away somehow just because you were unsure and scared, and maybe lose out on something because of that and then regret it? you didn't want to. you'd done that plenty of times before and knew how it ended. so you get up. you were not going to make the same mistake with mingyu.

you threw on a hoodie and shoes and took the bus, making your way to mingyu's house. you run from the bus stop to his place, not caring if people gave you weird looks. you were just hoping that it wasn't too late and that mingyu would still listen and maybe give you a chance.

you run up the stairs not caring to wait for the elevator and ring his doorbell, leaning your hand against his door as you catch your breath. the door opens and you lose your balance, falling right into mingyu's arm. he catches you. "woah woah", he says seeing you. "y/n?", he asks, seeing you breathless. "are you okay? did something happen?", he asks again. you step inside, the door closing behind you.

"let me get you some water and-", "i like you too okay", you tell, catching him off guard and he just stares at you. "i like you a lot mingyu. i was just scared of my feelings and pushed you away and i was an idiot but now i realized now. i'm sorry about the other day, i shouldn't have said that but now i can see it, that i really like you", you continue in one breath as you look at mingyu.

mingyu falters, trying to hide the smile that so desperately wants to burst across his face. "damn, i didn't think you'd be so upfront about it", he tells as he smiles at you finally. "so you finally decided that you like me huh", he teases, taking a stride ahead as you take a step back until you're backed up against the door. mingyu stands in front of you, his arms on both sides of your body. he leans in ever so slightly. "y-yeah", you reply softly as you look at his lips.

mingyu smiles and you can't take it anymore. you lean forward and kiss him, melting right into his arms as his hands move to your waist, pulling you against him. god you had missed this. his lips were soft and they moved against yours making you dizzy. "i missed you", you whisper against his lips and he lets out a soft grunt. "me too baby but i knew you'd come around", he says. he sees your furrowed brows and realizes you didn't remember the drunk confession you had made to him.

"you don't remember? that night you called me over and like told me everything and confessed when you were drunk. i was just waiting for you to tell me when you were sober", he tells, kissing your jaw. "i really need to cut down on alcohol", you mutter and he chuckles. you find his lips again and kiss him. "you're really darn stubborn you know", mingyu tells you once he breaks away making you whack his arm.

he grins as he chases after your lips again, guiding you to the couch, pulling you on top of him, never once breaking away, making you breathless once again. "you now owe me another meal", he mumbles between kisses. "hm", you mumble, pecking his nose.

"be my boyfriend?", you ask, looking at him and he grins at that word. "whatever you want baby, i'm all yours", he tells as he kisses you again and you get lost in the feeling of his kisses and how his lips feel on yours.

it's been about three months since you and mingyu have been dating after you finally came to your senses and finally acknowledged your feelings about him. and honestly you were so happy. mingyu was sweet, funny, honest, passionate, and still annoyingly attractive but who were you to complain because you had him all to yourself now.

you're at mingyu's place because you're finally keeping your end of the deal and cooking another meal for him because you still owed mingyu one last meal, and he wasn't going to let you forget about it. after months of nagging and forgetting, remembering and nagging again, here you are, cooking him a meal.

"i really didn't think you'd make me cook for you again after i admitted how i felt like that's just petty", you tell. "we made a deal and it still has to be fulfilled", he counters. "i was glad you forgot about it...until now", you mumble and he chuckles.

you had prepared pork tonkatsu with some sides and you set everything on the table. "looks good", he says. "of course, this is like my specialty", you tell proudly with a smile. you watch as mingyu takes a bite and chews. "it's...better than i expected", he admits and you smile. "see, everyone loves it"

oh, and mingyu still loves to tease you about how you were 'playing hard to get' on purpose. "you know i still don't get why you hated me", he asks after dinner, where you both are sitting on the couch, having some cake mingyu bought.

"i didn't hate you", you defend. "liar, you totally hated me like i swear i saw lasers shooting from your eye the first time we met", he counters and you roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"i just...i don't know, i thought you were so full of yourself and too cocky...and too good looking", you tell mumbling the last part. "hm what was that baby?", he prods, as he puts his plate down. "nothing", you tell. "speak up baby", "that you were too good looking oh my god", you tell, annoyed.

''you left out the most important part". "what?", you ask, confused. "that you were dying to sleep with me", he completes, with a stupid smirk.

"mingyu!", you exclaim, whacking his arm as he laughs. "i was not okay", you tell, putting down your plate too. "i just-" "was so desperate for me", he says, finishing the sentence for you, making you glare at him as he leans closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

"you're so annoying", you huff. "only for you", he replies, as he leans in to kiss you and you get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours.

"you need to cook me something next time", you mumble as you pull away. "whatever you want baby", he says as he chases after your lips again, making you melt in his embrace.

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mya-valentine · 3 months ago

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Headcanon: Pantalone Spoiling His S/O

Pantalone, being the wealthiest of the Harbingers, spares no expense when it comes to his S/O. He loves seeing them draped in the finest clothing, accessories, and materials from all across Teyvat. Whether it’s an exclusive Mondstadt perfume or rare jewelry from Liyue, he makes sure his S/O has the best of everything.

He doesn’t just buy expensive clothing off the rack. Pantalone hires the best tailors to design custom outfits that perfectly fit his S/O's tastes and appearance. He’s incredibly detail-oriented, ensuring that every piece of fabric, every gem, and every stitch is flawless.

From surprise gifts of luxurious items to extravagant gestures, Pantalone is always thinking of new ways to spoil his S/O. One day, it’s an elaborate silk gown, the next, a beautifully crafted weapon. He loves the look of surprise and delight on their face when they open his carefully selected gifts.

Pantalone takes his S/O on luxurious, private getaways to the most beautiful and exclusive locations in Teyvat. Whether it's a private island off the coast of Inazuma or a secluded villa in Liyue, he makes sure they can enjoy time together without any interruptions. The trips are filled with candlelit dinners, scenic views, and decadent experiences.

He knows every high-end restaurant and chef across the lands, and he’s always treating his S/O to the best cuisine Teyvat has to offer. When they dine out, he always ensures they get the finest table with a view and the best service. If his S/O prefers to dine at home, he’ll arrange for private chefs to come in and prepare gourmet meals tailored to their favorite tastes.

Pantalone is a connoisseur of precious gems and metals, so naturally, he spoils his S/O with rare and exquisite jewelry. Whether it's a sapphire necklace from Snezhnaya or a rare diamond bracelet from Fontaine, he makes sure his S/O shines wherever they go.

Pantalone ensures that their home is nothing short of palatial. He spares no expense in decorating the home with lavish furniture, rare antiques, and fine art. Everything is designed for comfort and beauty, giving his S/O a place to relax and indulge in the life of luxury.

Pantalone knows the importance of relaxation, and he loves to spoil his S/O with spa days. Whether it’s in an exclusive bathhouse or a private spa in their home, he ensures they are pampered with massages, baths, and all the treatments they could want. He'll even join them for a relaxing day, ensuring they feel completely at ease.

Pantalone will sometimes send his S/O out with their own personal shopper, ensuring they have access to the latest fashion, trends, and accessories. He enjoys seeing them embrace their own style, and often arranges to have new pieces custom-made to suit their preferences.

While he loves to lavish his S/O with the finest things, Pantalone is also attentive to their emotional needs. If they express interest in a book or a trinket from a local shop, he’ll make sure they have it—whether it’s an expensive item or a simple keepsake. It’s these thoughtful gestures that show how much he truly listens and cares.

Despite his generosity, Pantalone doesn’t give gifts to flaunt his wealth. He has a subtle elegance about how he spoils his S/O, always ensuring that the attention is on them and how much they deserve to be treated well. He enjoys their happiness more than anything else.

Beyond the material wealth, Pantalone ensures his S/O feels secure in the relationship. His loyalty and devotion are unwavering, and he’ll do anything to keep them safe and content, using his influence and power to protect them from any threats.

Pantalone spoils his S/O not just because he can, but because he truly believes they deserve the best. His lavish gestures are just one way he shows his affection, and he delights in making his S/O feel cherished in every way.

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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azra's sfw alphabet

content warnings: domestic fluff and intimacy; sexual content mentioned but not explicitly described; possessive/jealous behaviour; scenting/marking; mentions of previous partners/relationships; implied anxiety/insecurity.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He likes being close to you, and he likes reminding others that you’re his. Even in public, he’s going to be affectionate and tactile with you. He’ll hold your hand while you walk, and wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders while standing or sitting next to you. He’ll only do as much as you’re comfortable with though.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He doesn’t have many friends because he doesn't trust easily. His closest friend is Zekhan, but they have a long and complicated history together. They're something like a package deal; if Azra cares for you, Zekhan will too.

He considers himself a selfish demon, but he would do things for his friends he wouldn’t do for anyone else. He’s fiercely protective and he'll make sure his friends are protected and taken care of.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He didn’t think he liked cuddles until he got into a serious relationship. He quickly learns that wrapping himself around you is something he enjoys immensely. He will cuddle while watching a movie or in bed, or even in the car - he loves the feeling of being close to you without expectations for more. Sometimes it’s just a nice reminder that he’s not alone, and that someone cares about him for who he is rather than his job or money.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He cannot cook. At all. He’s never had to learn because he has a private chef that cooks for him at home, or he eats at work. He’s willing to learn if you can be patient with him, but it’s a chore he’s not really interested in. He is skilled with knives, so maybe letting him do prep while you cook would be a better compromise. He'll also help you with the shopping - he'll offer to carry the bags if you want to walk, and he'll make sure any rare or other-realm ingredients you want are stocked in his kitchen.

He hires a service that cleans his private estate and his club. He likes things clean and tidy, but he has the money to ensure he doesn’t have to do it himself. For small day to day tasks he does try to tidy up after himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he's in a serious relationship, the break-up will happen in person with a surprising level of detachment. You’ll be convinced he’s already moved on, even if that’s not the case.

With his past flings, there was never any discussion or expectation of more, so he usually ghosts them and ignores any attempts at repeat encounters.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He never thought he’d find someone to settle down with. He shrugged off romantic notions of mates and life partners a long time ago. If you’re in a romantic relationship then he expects you to be committed to him like he will be to you, unless you both agree on other arrangements. (He really doesn't want to share you though.) Marriage or bonding ceremonies aren’t something he’s thought of before but it’s not out of the question for him if he thinks that’s what you both want.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's not used to being gentle or vulnerable with anyone. He might be awkward or rough around the edges while he gets used to letting his guard down with you. He's going to do his best to be honest with you about his thoughts and feelings.

Physically, he's going to be very gentle with you. He doesn't want to risk hurting you. You'll notice an obvious difference between those he's close to and those he's not. It might be surreal to watch his work persona because of how different it is compared to the demon you know in private.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves keeping an arm wrapped around you, and he loves hugs when you're alone. He wants to be close to you as much as possible. He can be clingy if he hasn't seen you for a few days, but he'll deny it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He's going to feel love for you before he realizes what those feelings are, and it's going to take even longer for him to say them outright. He won't wait for you to confess first, but he might be nervous telling you if he's not sure what your reaction will be. There's a good chance that his confession will slip out unexpectedly and surprise both of you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He can't stand the idea of others flirting with you or trying to touch you in a way that's not obviously innocent/platonic. He has a mean glare, and that's their warning to stay the fuck away from you. Anyone who tries to pursue you after you tell them you're involved are probably going to regret it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He might kiss you in public, but those kisses will be surprisingly chaste. It's not because he doesn't want to, he just feels surprisingly sentimental about kissing you and it's something he would prefer other people not see.

Generally speaking, he loves to kiss you everywhere. If you had to press him for more specifics, he loves kissing your neck/chest, belly, and thighs most.

He gets flustered when you kiss his scars and tattoos - it makes him emotional, and he's going to want to repay the favour.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He has no experience with children and no real interest in having children either. He's always willing to discuss the matter in the future, but he's happy having a child-free life. He would have to change a lot about his lifestyle and work to accommodate raising a child of his own so it's a daunting thing to imagine.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He gets home from The Fall in the morning and usually relaxes with a snack or coffee before he goes to bed. If you have work or classes at RAD, he'll stay up have so you can have breakfast together. He'll go with you for the drive (or walk) to wherever it is you're going. On days when he doesn't work, he likes to sleep in and he'll try to bribe you with snuggles and kisses (and more) to stay in bed with him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He spends most nights working at The Fall. When you get serious, he’ll change his schedule so that he stays home with you as much as he can. Even if he has to go to work, he wants to stay home and see you after class/work and have dinner with you. He’ll call you before you go to bed, but he hates not being there in person to cuddle with you while you sleep.

When he doesn't have to work, he makes up for his absence by planning date nights at your favourite restaurants, or he'll plan romantic nights at home for just the two of you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes him a while to open up about things, even if he starts to trust you and develop feelings for you. There are aspects of his job and parts of his past that he doesn’t want to talk about or burden you with. He really has to feel safe with you for him to completely open up about those topics. Trying to pry information from him before he's ready will upset him; he'll reward your patience with his honesty when he's ready.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can have a short temper, but it really depends on the situation. Most of the time he tries to ignore things or people that annoy him. It would take a lot for you to make him frustrated or angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He might struggle to remember obscure details about things you've told him. He'll ask you lots of questions because he wants to know everything about you. He might not remember the name of your hometown or favourite human world movie the first time you tell him. At the same time, he remembers something you liked at the mall six months ago and he already bought it to give you on your birthday.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first kiss, the first time he brought you to his home, and your first slow dance together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He might be dangerous, but not to you. His wealth and connections give him a lot of power, and anyone who knows him wouldn't dare doing anything to hurt you. He would never leave you in the care of staff or associates he couldn’t trust to protect you. He’s also perfectly capable of defending you (verbally or physically) if the need arose.

His biggest insecurity is the critcism from your friends that doubt his sincerity or your relationship. Nothing will make him love you more than hearing you stand up for him - he’s so happy you gave him a chance. He doesn’t need their approval, but he likes that you’re confident enough to stick up for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He likes to work smarter, not harder. He's quick and efficient with everything he does. However, he’s going to put a lot of thought and effort into anything he does for you, especially at the start of your relationship. He’s going to analyze the smallest detail of every gift and event he plans for you to make sure it’s perfect. You’ll probably hear stories from his staff later about how cute and ridiculous he was while he was planning your latest date night. (Yes, he has watched human world romcom movies for inspiration.)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He works long, overnight hours and he’ll try to work less, but that’s going to require some compromise and adjustment. There are topics from his past he doesn't like to talk about. His jealousy might feel overbearing at times but he’ll try to talk to you about his feelings if he feels bothered by something/someone. He’s used to solving a lot of his problems with money and he’ll try to do the same for your problems.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he’s attractive but he’s not smug about it. He likes wearing high-end, luxury clothes, but that’s as much about having expensive taste as it is wanting to look good. Having an attractive face is helpful when he has to charm clients or other business partners, but it’s more like a manipulation tactic. He doesn’t necessarily like the attention it brings (especially when he’s in a relationship with you) and in private he’ll actually open up to you about things about his appearance he doesn’t like or he’s self-conscious of.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He starts making adjustments and compromises to make sure that you’re a priority at home and at work. It becomes difficult not to think of you every time he makes the simplest decision: Would you approve? Would you like it if he did this, or bought that? How can he make his home your home too? He might not say it out loud, but he tries to prove how serious he is about you by the things he does. It would be difficult to go back to his normal life if you were suddenly gone, and it disturbs him just thinking about it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He gets worried about you when you're not staying with him. Sometimes he sends Zekhan to shadow you to make sure you're safe.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a deep sleeper so bright light and noise don't wake him easily. He's more likely to wake up if he feels you get out of bed though.

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grimowled · 7 months ago

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What's the lore you've got some of Stolas' staff? His imp butlers, his servants, etc?

VII. ON THE STAFF AT THE PALACE

please see a more in depth hc of stolas' relationship with imps here !!

there are around 50 staff working at the palace at any given time. stolas employs a variety of hellborn, between imps, hellhounds and succubi (though the majority of his staff is indeed made up of imps.)

1 butler in charge of 10 footmen, who also serves as a valet, ie. he will greet & announce guests, and personally look after the lord of the house, including dressing and preening him - he is basically trained to anticipate and meet stolas' every need. formerly mr butler ( @mrbutlers ), currently pringles impington, a tiny, discreet and hard working imp who came highly recommended by mr butler. when stolas' was a youth, the butler was also in charge of the young prince's ars goetia education and upbringing, so he had a more prominent role in the household - he acted as a steward and father figure of sorts in paimon's place.

1 ladies' maid in charge of waiting on stella and octavia.

1 housekeeper, in charge of running the household and overseeing 15 maids.

1 head chef, 2 assistant cooks / apprentices and 3 kitchen waitstaff. temporary waitstaff and security will be hired for grand catered parties.

1 nanny, while octavia was a chick

1 chauffer for stella and octavia - stolas usually travels by portal.

1 carefully selected gardener, expert in caring for exotic plants. though stolas does most of the work when it comes to the plants in the house and greenhouse, the gardener will look after maintaining the wider grounds of the estate.

1 archivist, entrusted with his vast collection of literature and magical artefacts; they will not have access to the grimoire or other out of bounds, powerful literature and artefacts - those are kept under lock and key in stolas' private quarters.

1 steward / custodian - verse dependent but currently @keeperofquestions and @dark-ambition, entrusted with the smooth running of the household accounts, checking staff, legions and supplies (household and military), managing the estate and other ad hoc tasks. acts as a sort of advisor and has in depth knowledge of the ars goetia politics.

4 hellhound bodyguards, in charge of personal security. his palace and estate are protected by magical warding glyphs.

stolas doesn't personally select all of his staff, but he entrusts that task to the butler, steward, housekeeper and head chef; however he will be directly involved in selecting the four of them, plus the nanny, gardener and archivist - the main positions of trust at the palace.

being employed in an ars goetia household can be very daunting and extremely nerve-racking hard work, depending on the family, but it is also known to be exceptionally well paid, and comes with a hefty dose of prestige.

NOTE: there are other general ars goetia staff positions, like tailor ( @aroyaltailor) painter etc. those are not necessarily employed by stolas but he will visit them and employ their services when needed.

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werentmarbella · 3 months ago

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Choosing between a hotel and a villa in Marbella

Choosing between a hotel and a villa in Marbella can significantly impact your vacation experience. Both offer unique advantages, and the best option depends on your preferences and needs.

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silly-inky · 2 years ago

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My Princess Peach headcanon's

༺Peach༻🌄

Peach is a bit of an artist, and loves to paint, I like to think she makes the paintings in her castle. So sometimes she’ll grab Toad or one of the Mario brothers to be the subject of her paintings, Toad has been doing this for years, so has grown quite fond of it (he once asked her to paint him very muscular as a joke, now that painting lives above his fireplace at home, it’s his pride and joy, of course next too the very first painting she made of him when they where just kids).

Mario finds it flattering but can’t sit still doing nothing for too long, it drives him mad, so he often takes a few reference photos and sends them to Peach.

Luigi is all for it, he likes to dress in different outfits for it, it makes them feel better about themselves, Peach proudly shows off one of them in her throne room, it’s Luigi with a beautiful Blue Sun dress on, in the middle of a field, sat amongst the grass and flowers.

She loves to bake with Luigi, they teach each over new recipes, decorate cakes for her parties together. Luigi is basically her unofficial food taster at this point, he’s personally cooked for her a few times now, and Peach insists on hiring him as her personal chef, She’s jealous he and Mario get to eat like this every day.

Luigi and her are close, he is learning all the responsibilities she takes on, so that he could take on the role of an ambassador of sorts, he wants to help her out since she always overworks herself, and could use the extra help, plus he could keep the kingdom running smoothly when she’s kidnapped again.

They also read books together, preferably action or romance, so if something happens to one of their favourite characters, they call each over, going:“they just killed (character)”, “they did not!”, “girl I’m not lying, turn to page 312, swear to glob” .

Mario is a massive sweetheart, so if she’s sick he’ll run over to her castle with soup in one hand and Luigi in the other (by the ankle) Luigi finishes off the rest of her work, while Mario tends to the Princess, putting on her favourite movies, while tying her hair back to keep it out of her face.

Although she hates being sick, she loves how attentive Mario gets, and takes full opportunity to snuggle up to him on her bed wrapped in many, many blankets.

She tends to not let her anger get the better of her on the rare occasion someone manages to push all of her buttons. So she has a private gym to punch out her emotions, and scream, it’s so she can be as loud and as violent as she wants. Lost a few good punching bags that way. It's also less hastle then activating the obstacle course all over again.

She was trained from a young age, and although she may look small and dainty to the untrained person, or one that doesn't know her well. But she is very capable of protecting herself, she knows how to pick locks, untie ropes, pleanty of survival training and first aid.

She knits and crochets in her spare time, making jumpers and blankets for the homeless or people in need, she of course has programs set up to help out her people, and they are very successful, but she also knows donations are important, especially after hearing the Mario brothers experience being in those programs and eventually being in the system as well.

Mario and Luigi help out, Mario loves carpentry so will make toys and puzzles for the kids, Luigi makes stuffed toys and regular day clothes, they both make large amounts of food to donate, and discount their plumbing services for the people in the programs (yes they set their plumbing business back up).

Luigi also volunteers to teach the kids on some days, Mario occasionally joining him when he has the time. Peach funds all of it, making sure they have the right materials, and food, and will always insist on taking food home.

When Bowser is more casual with Peach he’s actually alright, he never try’s to harm her anyways, when he’s really busy she takes on babysitting the kids, as she does enjoy her time with them, but prefers that they just call her Peach, she enjoys having them around, playing video games with them, listening to Ludwig’s music, letting Wendy do her makeup, drawing with Jr, playing with Lemmy. They all have a special place in her heart.

Princess Peach can speak many languages, she was thought it would be much more convenient if she learnt the languages herself instead of having a translated when talking with other kingdoms that did not use English, or even words sometimes.

Peaches Dad, King Toadstool, is still around, but is very ill so he can’t do much for his kingdom anymore, as even getting out of his bed is a very strenuous process for him. This is why Peach is still a Princess and not a Queen, in title anyways, but she has taken on the role of Queen.

Peach loves her father dearly so she had computer monitors installed on his wall, so he can still watch over his people in one way, and watch her and her friends have fun. The cameras are in the more populated areas, such as the stadium, in toad towns market street, and the throne room, but only looks at that if he has the express permission of his daughter, as she has meetings in their and he does not want to intrude.

Often enough when Peach is kidnapped or missing and it was one of the more covert missions, he is the first too notice and report it to the Bros. He loves the Mario brothers, for not only helping out and saving his kingdom multiple times, but also being their for his daughter in her time of need, he has given Mario his blessing to Marry Peach, as he has seen their interactions together and knows all too well that they pine for each over.

Peach will visit his room every day at lunch time and eat with him, sometimes she brings the others, most of the time she’s on her own, Toadworth also visits him a lot which brings her comfort, knowing that his best friend is still around to talk to him.

( MTF Peach headcanon) Peaches mother died in childbirth, which devastated the King and the Kingdom so she was a lovely woman and an even better Queen.

This however did not stop the King from raising his child to the best of his abilities, along with his best friend, and co-parent, Toadsworth, so when they learned that the little Prince, wanted instead to be a little Princess, they did all they could for her, they had their best mages research ways to help her out with her transition, which was mostly made up with permanent spells.

Still he was glad that his daughter was happy, but know even more worried to the fact that he didn’t know where to begin in teaching her how to do stuff girls do, so he scheduled play dates with Princess Daisy, and even had Queen Bean help out, and Toadworth took on teaching her the more well, royal boring side of it.

And how did Peach come up with her name? Actually her father did, she still wanted her father to name her, so he went with Peach, it described her perfectly, fair, delicate, sweet, pink, and her mother favourite fruit.

He looks at the woman that Peach has become and can’t help but cry a little, she is almost the spitting image of her mother, sweet and caring, a long with his determined attitude, he couldn’t be more proud of the wonderful young Lady his previous Peach has become, and believes no doubt, that her mother is watching over her, and is no less proud than he is.

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Rosalina is next (may take longer because it didn't save what I made for her)

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noxtms · 5 months ago

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❝ WIX WHO MANAGED TO SCORE AN INVITE TO THE HOTTEST EVENT OF THE SUMMER are in for a treat, this year, with an extra special surprise having been organised by minister karkaroff and his ministry ! our sources remain tight lipped on the exact nature of the upcoming event that guests and department presentations are set to tease, though we do have our suspicians and are curious about how the ministry will configure the event - if, that is, we're correct ! minister antonin karkaroff has remained evasive in questioning, but has once again praised the organisational team overeseen by his wife, mrs eulalia karkaroff, for their hard work and tireless efforts to ensure that the evening we've come to know and love runs without a hitch ! ❞

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :

once imagined by minister kingsley shacklebolt and his very first post war advisors as being a way to showcase the new and improved ministry of magic, the annual ministry gala has seen a... shift, over the last few years. at one point in time, the wixen public needed the yearly event. after the dark lords regime came to an end - and after so many poor ministers holding office, before that - most struggled in trusting the government, anymore, and it was of utmost importance to show them that there were real changes being made, for the better. they scoffed, to start with, but over the years of kingsley's ministership, the gala managed to carve its place in history and turn the tide on public opinion. tickets for the event held on the first weekend of every august have always been in hot demand, and they've become a lot more sought after ( and difficult to get ) since minister karkaroff took office and started pruning and perfecting his guestlist, all the better to make sure that the only people in attendance were the ones who were there to sing his praises.

still, ministry officials receive their automatic invite on expensive parchment paper. those who fought in the battle of hogwarts - provided there's no tie to the 'dumbledore's army' group that took matters into their own hands, so recklessly, and endangered the lives of so many of their young peers - get theirs, too, though they aren't as honored as they once were by kingsley. the last of the seats are usually randomly allocated to 150 members of the wixen community, with invites arriving two weeks before the gala itself by owl. eulalia karkaroff has overseen the hiring of the most talented private chefs to cater a four course meal that will be served early, so that the tables and chairs can then be banished to make room for the atrium level dancefloor serviced by the finest orchestral musicians, this year playing a medley of music from across europe. the alcohol flows freely, and well instructed servers are close at hand to provide drinks to anyone that can't be bothered to serve themselves.

department heads ( of all levels except the department of mysteries, which has never been opened to the public ) are expected to rehearse ten minute long presentations for their guests to enjoy and make themselves free at the end of the five they must perform over the course of the night to answer any questions thrown their way. of course the best scriptwriters that the budget can allow have been hired to take care of said presentations, and everyone is expected to have practiced their pieces to perfection over the weeks of leadup to the event, all to ensure that each department is putting their best foot forward - and teasing an upcoming, magical competition to the public just enough for the whispers to start.

last years hot gossip is this years old news, in the face of THAT revelation. dumbledore's army - presented as heroes by the battle of hogwarts memorial speeches but considered little more than war scarred children who just got lucky, by the minister and his closest counsel - are once again excluded from the event that previously saw them honored, though their place has been taken by a horde of emissaries invited to gala from ministry's across europe. this year, these wix are the ones receiving the vip lanyards, the pride of place at the head table with the minister of magic, private tours and a shiny spotlight under which to navigate the night. anyone who should have been there, by right, will now have to find an alternative way to get through the front door if they want to make an appearance at an event which once thought so highly of them.

OUT OF CHARACTER :

the tenth annual ministry gala has arrived, and for the first time, no one is really all that shocked about the exclusions. sure, it's ten years since the battle of hogwarts, but minister karkaroff has never been the biggest fan of our nox war heroes, and he's pretty well liked, at this point - even if some of his highest ranking ministry heads disagree with his choices, they're not going to go against the grain and say it. this isn't just a celebration around the death of lord voldemort and ten years free from the war - it's also a chance for the people to show their gratitude to their 'hero' of a minister, and you can be sure that he's going to hog most of the spotlight for the night.

the event officially begins on monday the 12th of august at 12:00am gmt - click here to see what that equates to for your timezone !

it will stretch for two weeks, though you do not need to pause current threads provided that all event threads are appropriately tagged to differentiate from everything else. as a hybrid event, you can write on dash and in the writing server !

all event related starters should be tagged with nox.event043 ! the location is the ministry of magic, though you should feel free to specify what level your character is on ( the main level with the meal and orchestra is the atrium, while the department of mysteries is locked and strictly off limits ). you can post outfits into the channel on the main discord !

the da weren't the only people excluded this year - minister antonin karkaroff, riding the high of a few pretty good years for his image, has managed to trim most of the people he doesn't like very much off of the guestlist. bellatrix loyalists, public figures most closely associated with the second war, and of course, all members of the da ( publicly known or otherwise suspected ) have been struck off, and the only ones who haven't are the ones in the employ of the ministry themselves. though others will be able to attend as the plus one of other characters, they're being watched a lot more closely than usual - some nice drama can be created, thanks to that ! this event doesn't come with another half because the slight is meant to be taken personally and felt across the board, and anyone who manages to slip past minister karkaroff's decision, here, will be dealing with cold shoulders from most of the high ranking officials.

if you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the main with them, and please like this post once you've read it !

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years ago

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pic 7 w angstttt

Warnings: Description of police raid, mentions of firearms, descriptions of arrest tactics, use of law enforcement force/violence, law enforcement in general

You were livid when your father forcibly tore you away from life in Paris where you were studying to be a fashion designer. All to be locked you up in an ivory tower he made for you until the apparent threats against your life subsided. Your father was this filthy rich industry tycoon who dabbled in shady things and so he was constantly concerned with your wellbeing. But after a deal with some partners had gone south he started to receiving threats against your life. So he decided that you'd have to stay at home until he was able to fix the situation.

The first month was the worst; it was really lonely and uneventful. Your phone had been taken and your communication with the outside world cut off. But things started to get worse in your dad's realm and that's when he decided to move your family to an estate you had outside of the city. You visited it a lot as a child and when you got back there after more than a decade everything was exactly as it had been. The mansion was enormous, and there were acres of land to roam, even a river about a ten minute walk into the forest behind the stables. You had spent the first few days re-exploring everything to kill some time. But there was a lot to keep up with in such a big place so when things started to pile up he started hiring outside help. There were day staff from the nearby towns, but then there were a couple live in people he hired. Harry was one of the few live-in staffers. He was actually hired on as a private chef.

He had been working there for a few weeks already when you met him in person for the first time. Your dad was kind of a prick about "the service staff" interacting with the family. But he and your mother had been gone on business and you had wandered down to the kitchen to let him know that you were in the mood for a burger and would order it in, so there was no need for him to cook for you. You were pleasantly surprised when you met him. He was almost too handsome to be real, a bit serious, and far too formal with you (that was probably because of your dad), but you helped soften him up over the 10 days they were gone. After about two months of secretly sneaking out to ride horses, go swim at the river, or get drunk in the stables during the night, you two started to hookup. You were absolutely smitten on Harry. And now you'd been together & sneaking around for about 6 months and the summer was imminent and you knew it was going to be a summer of love. You couldn't wait for all of this to be over so that you guys could finally be together out in the open like a normal couple. That’s all you wanted and looked forward to. You knew your parents would come around.

Harry knew he had fucked up when he started to spend time with you in secret. You were so nice, gentle, and caring - very opposite your parents. You had fun together and you were smart and creative and he had very quickly fallen for you. He knew you were being kept here for your protection; your father had many dark secrets, but they were all catching up to him. And well, Harry also had a dark secret. He was actually an undercover informant and he was about to ruin your lives. Like the fool he is, he had told you that he loved you about a month ago and you said it back. But time was running out and he knew that he would end up hurting you, but he didn't want to lie to you anymore.

"Harry?" he heard you call his name as you snuck into the stable.

"Yeah, m'here, darlin'." he hummed as he stepped out of the shadowy spot he was hiding in and you smiled and immediately tiptoed to attach your lips to his in a warm and affectionate kiss.

"Mmmm, missed you today. Been avoiding me?" you asked him playfully.

"Course not, was just busy. Had to go into town to do the shopping for the month." he said. And to report to the director of the FBI on the status of my mission and plan the tactics for the raid.

"Right...that was today." you said and he hummed and nodded. He kind of seemed like himself before you'd gotten to know him. Quiet, a bit awkward, and stoic...something was wrong, "H, what's wrong?" you asked him, giving in to your instinct to make sure he was alright.

"What do you mean, darling? I'm fine." he assured you.

"You're acting weird..." you said and he sighed.

"I am, but not because there's something wrong with me. It's just...I need to tell you something." you smiled as he said this, "It's not good." he added and your expression morphed into a concerned one.

"Did someone find out about us? Are you getting fired?" you asked immediately and he shook his head.

"No it's nothing like that. But ummm...it will definitely change things between us and I just think you deserve to know."

"Harry, just tell me! You're making me nervous!" you groaned and he sighed.

"Fine. Fine." he mumbled as he exhaled loudly. He was struggling to look into your eyes as he shared this with you, but lying to you felt much, much worse and it was weighing so heavily on his heart, "I ummm...m'not just a chef." he explained, "I was hired by the FBI to infiltrate your dad's operation and..." you could see that he was still talking but you couldn't hear past him saying he was an FBI agent.

Your hands immediately let go of him as you took a few steps back. You saw him frowning at your reaction, but the betrayal you felt was even greater than whatever he was feeling right now. What did this mean? Had he just gotten with you to have more access to things? Had you helped him get your dad into trouble? You knew he wasn't a good man, but he was your dad and you loved him.

"Y/N, love-" he reached for you and you stepped back.

"Don't touch me." you said to him and he frowned, "You've used me to get information on my dad. To gain access to the parts of the house that you're not allowed in!" you accused him with tears welling up in your eyes and he frowned.

"I did, but I didn't start to hang out with you for that purpose!" He said to you quickly and you shook your head, "That literally didn't cross my mind until we snuck into his study that one time we heard Mary coming down the hall. I didn't start doing that until after that time." still, that had been at least 3 months ago, "I love you, Y/N." he said and it didn't sound the same as before. You didn't believe it even as he looked you straight in the eyes, "My feelings for you are real and they've always been. That's why I had to come clean. It doesn't feel right to keep lying to you and I didn't want you to find out when they come raid the place-"

"They're raiding us?" you asked and he sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. In two days." he said softly and you shook your head at him in disbelief and in disappointment.

"I need to warn my dad." you whispered as you turned around and started walking to the stable door. You started running when you heard him calling after you and your tears fell even harder and before you could slip out the door he pulled you back inside and held you down against the wall looking into your eyes and before you could even scream he placed his hand over your mouth to mute down any sounds you made.

"I can't let you do that, Y/N." he said as you sobbed, "I know you might be angry at me and you have every right to, but your dad is a sick and bad man. You have no idea the kinds of things he's involved in. The trades he participates in." he said to you as you cried even harder. He removed his hand from over your mouth when you started to struggle to breathe and you pushed him off of your body and started to pace around as you tried to process this information, "And...your mom is involved too." he said quietly and you whipped around.

"So you're telling me that in two days I'm losing both of my parents?" you asked him through your tears and he nodded in confirmation.

"I'm so sorry. I'm just doing my job! I didn't mean t-"

"Ruin my life?" you asked angrily, "You're ruining everything." you seethed and he sighed.

"They're bad people! They deserve to be brought to justice. Do you know how many people will be better off with them gone? Do you know how many lives will be spared with them gone?" he asked and it made you sick to even think that your parents could be the reason others suffered. That they could be the reason someone lost their life. Yes, bad people deserved to be brought to justice, you couldn't argue with that. But a person never thinks that their loved on could be capable of cruelty worthy of an FBI raid. And why did it have to be Harry who did this to you? To your family? You loved him but you also hated him, you hated ever meeting him and you wished that you had just stayed oblivious to everything.

"I will never forgive you for this." you sniffled as you brushed past him and headed to the door again.

"You'll be thanking me for this when you see what they've been doing in the trial." he said to you and you kept walking. "Y/N!" He called after you because he had one last thing to say to you. He felt like it was the nail in the coffin as you sighed and turned around.

"What!?" you shouted in aggravation.

"No one can know about us. It'll ruin me." he said and you were shocked he was asking that of you, "And if you say anything to your parents or try to help them escape I'll have t-"

"I don't care, Harry. You do what you need to do, like you've done this whole time." you said softly and left.

The next two days were absolute torture. Harry had tried to come talk to you but you avoided him at every cost. And your parents too. You couldn't even look at them the same. You felt like the ground had fallen away from under you and you had nothing left but yourself to rely on. Your heart was absolutely broken at the lies and manipulation...you had told him things about your parents. Secrets that you knew he'd use against them. He had said you weren't part of the job, but you felt like part of the job and nothing would ever change that.

When the police came it was barely past 2am. Harry obviously knew that there were weapons in the home. So when they came the tactical teams just launched smoke and tear gas bombs through your windows and when you rushed out of your room, desperate for air, you were met by another tactical team with a flashlight and fire arm pointed to your face. They were shouting for you to get on the ground, but you couldn't breathe properly and could hardly see through the stinging in your eyes. You could hear your mother shouting and your father cursing up a storm as they arrested him.

You were facedown on the ground, crying as they twisted your arms into hand cuffs as well. You were hyperventilating, trying to tell them that you had done nothing wrong but no one was listening to you. You could feel them patting you down even though you were just wearing a big t-shirt, searching for any weapons on your person. They would grow angry when you would take more than a second to answer a question they'd ask you. And it was 15 minutes of hell like that as they searched your bedroom before they finally got you up and started to escort you down the stairs.

"Where are my parents? Where are you taking them?" you asked and you got no response from the two men holding each of your arms. "I'm talking to you, assholes!" you huffed through your tears.

As you got to the first landing you saw Harry at the very bottom of the stairs shaking hands with whoever was in charge of the raid, you assumed. It made you sick to your stomach and your legs started to give out, but the men holding you were dragging you down the stairs whether you were taking the steps properly or not. They didn't care that you were getting rug burn. They didn't care that they were holding you so tight that you'd probably bruise. They didn't care that it still hurt to take a proper breath or that your eyes were stinging. They didn't care that the cuffs were too tight and digging into your skin. You felt dehumanized and humiliated and you couldn't believe that the man you loved had played a part in this.

"Jesus, you didn't even get her any proper clothes?" the man beside Harry said which caused him to glance over to you as you got to the main floor. He looked disappointed, sorry, heartbroken, guilty... you couldn't stand to look at him for more than two seconds before you looked away as you cried quietly

"Why is she even in cuffs, she's the daughter." Harry said.

"She came out into the hallway so we just-"

"Un-cuff her! Now!" the other man ordered and they quickly got you out of the cuffs and you immediately brought your hands forward to inspect them. Seeing the red marks from the tightness of them made you so angry you wanted to scream and wreck something.

"Miss, we're so sorry for the misunderstanding. Are you alright? Is there anything we can get you?" he asked and you glanced up to him with so much anger simmering inside of you.

"Misunderstanding?" you asked him incredulously, "Fuck you." you seethed and he frowned. And then you turned to Harry who was sure you'd at the very least spit in his face. But you needed to be smart; even if your parents were awful people, they’d never done anything hurtful or bad to you, you couldn’t testify. And well, what Harry had learned from you also didn’t seem like fair information to have. He only had it because he had used you and you also didn’t want him to be able to testify, at least not credibly.

"Miss-"

"H, I love you," you said to him softly through your tears and though he kept his composure, you could see in his eyes that it was hurting him and you were glad, you wanted it to hurt him. You tiptoed and you kissed his cheek but were immediately apprehended by one of the men who had brought you down the stairs, "but you used me and you're dead to me." you seethed before they dragged you away. He felt the lump in his throat grown uncomfortably large and it felt like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest. He couldn't look away as you were harshly dragged away. He loved you so fucking much, but clearly, it just wasn't mean to be.

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