#curated travel packages

[tooobjectdinosaur-blog]

#Experience and Indulge in the Beauty of Indic #Culture, Tradition, #Temple art and #Architecture, To continue the act of goodness of creating pleasurable memories and promoting India’s soft power: the intangible cultural heritage, paths of Jvala has been carefully created with a lot of care.

Cultural tour curated for advanced level #yoga practitioners and spiritual #seekers, and hence Yoga Darshan and its practice traditions are the underlying currents, among other things. Similarly, if you are an art buff, then each path under the category of #connoisseurs has a small knowledge capsule from Indian aesthetics as a theme that will adequately accentuate the experience of the #travel destination chosen. For this reason, Jvala’s travels are unhurriedly designed.

[empthy1]

I need Victoria to be my sugar mommy so bad 😔

──── SUGAR MOMMY VICTORIA NEUMAN .𖥔 ݁ ˖⭑.ᐟ

realized this wasn't a request. whoops. here you go regardless ml.

sugar mommy!victoria who flies you everywhere with her.

She travels so much, from New York to DC and even farther due to the presidential campaign. Obviously, she's going to take you with her, tuck you in a fancy jet with a dedicated crew, already on route to her location. If she can't be there, you're always greeted with a note of her perfect, flowing handwriting—and a present, of course.

sugar mommy!victoria who loves to treat you to dinner.

Anytime she doesn't have an evening meeting she's quick to snatch up your time. You get so few dinners together because that time slot for dinner and drinks is so monopolized by others. Sure, shmoozing is much more palatable over a glass of wine and a good cut of meat, but she'd much prefer your conversation.

sugar mommy!victoria who gets you an apartment.

Because really, if she has business executives and multi-billionaires and even other politicians throwing money at her, she's going to use it on something worthwhile. Namely, you. She always said you were so far from her Manhattan residence, huffing endlessly about the traffic times or "oh, it's so dangerous to ride the subway so late..."

So, here you were, in your new Manhattan apartment. She chose one for you that was within walking distance, carefully curated to your exact tastes.

Enjoy, darling is your only explanation, the scrawled note left on your new countertops.

sugar mommy!victoria who spoils you.

she would spend every waking minute with you if she could. since she can't, she sends gifts!! your amazon wishlist is never longer than five items without them being bought off and sent, neatly packaged to your apartment.

sometimes, when she's a little less impulsive, she'll send you groceries. typing in your weekly order, sending it over to the shopper and having them delivered right to your door. you're sure she'd send you anything—within reason. don't get greedy now.

sugar mommy!victoria who's love language is physical contact.

she doesn't get many opportunities to spend time with you, that's clear. so when she can she's all over you. If you're in public, it's more subtle—a hand on your thigh under the dinner table, or your ankles intertwined if you're sat across from her.

at home, however, she doesn't hold back. she will lay over you at any opportunity; press into your back when you're cooking or slip into bed with you at any moment. she's a sucker for cuddles, especially siince she's so deprived of you all the time.

[ladamedusoif]

Provenance

A Gentleman Thief x F!Museum Professional Reader Story

Part of the HCU (Heritage Crimes Universe) - click for masterlist

Pairing: The Thief (Casillero del Diablo) x F!Museum Professional Reader

Summary: Two months after their reunion, the museum curator finds herself on an unexpected Parisian adventure. 

Content warnings: Smut; Oral sex (F receiving); unprotected but safe PiV sex; discussion of contraception; alcohol consumption; angst; discussion of illegal acquisition of stolen objects during WW2; (ethical) heritage crimes; theft; sort-of fluff; no physical description of Reader beyond her professional attire, though she has a nickname (chérie).

Rating: E (18+ MDNI)

Word count: ~7,500

A/N: They're back! The Thief is just too charming to resist. A follow-up to My Kiss, Only For You and Reunions.

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The package is, unmistakably, a book. Wrapped in brown paper, a neatly-typed address label affixed to the front. No return address. 

It’s pretty explicitly addressed to you, though. Right down to the department. You rack your brain, trying to remember whether you’d ordered something and forgotten. Or maybe it’s a gift?

You slip it out of the wrapping carefully. The dust jacket design suggests it’s from the 1950s, 1960s at the latest, but it’s in impeccable condition. 

The Museums of Paris: A Guide

The front cover features a photo of the Louvre, the facades still soot-blackened before their cleaning in the later part of the twentieth century, with beautifully-dressed tourists milling around the old entrance to the museum. 

Before you can leaf through the book, seeking a receipt or gift card or invoice of some kind, your desk phone rings. The museum director. And they want to speak to you: now. 

***

“We’ve had an…unusual request.”

You slip into the old leather chair opposite the director’s desk, covered in papers and catalogues. “An unusual request?”

She takes off her dark-framed glasses and smiles. “One of our major donors. They’re potentially about to buy some important art objects from a private Parisian collector, and we are hoping that - in time - they might donate them to us.”

“Okay…”

“But they don’t feel entirely confident appraising the collection without expert guidance.”

You nod slowly. 

The director looks at you as if she’s waiting for the penny to drop. 

“They want you to go to Paris with them, as an expert consultant. They will pay for all your expenses, travel, per diems - the lot.”

You just about manage to stop your jaw falling open. 

“Um…why me? I’m not one of the senior curators or object specialists, maybe they…”

She holds up a perfectly-manicured hand. “Stop there. The donor has explicitly requested you. They believe you are the best equipped to manage their needs on this job.”

“Uh… okay. So, when do I leave?”

She grins. “Two days’ time. And bring some decent clothes - you know how formal some of the French collectors can be.”

As you return to the office, a sensual memory flashes through your brain. Velvet, the colour of good Burgundy wine. Soft lips, coarse beard. Warm bodies pressed together. The most intense orgasm you’ve had in years, maybe ever.

It couldn’t be, surely. It was almost two months since that night and there’d been no missive, no note, nothing. The director said “them”, didn’t she? Not “he”. 

Besides, she’d said the donor was buying the objects. Not, you chuckle to yourself as you sit at your desk, stealing them. However ethical his motives may be. 

Still. No harm in packing some nice lingerie. Just in case.

***

It is still dark when your phone buzzes to let you know that the car - paid for and sent by the client - is waiting outside, ready to bring you to the airport for your transatlantic flight to Paris. 

You’d expected an Uber, not the gleaming black vehicle pulled up outside your building. Suitcase securely stowed, the driver points out the bottled water and snacks located in the back of the car as he sets off through deserted city streets. 

The surprises keep coming. You are in business class, not coach, for the long flight, resisting the urge to kick your feet and squeal with delight at the unexpected luxury. A smartly-dressed man holds a sign with your name on at Arrivals, and for a moment you wonder if this is the client. He’s another driver, of course - a charming and funny young Frenchman called Youssef, who speaks English with a vague American accent he says he picked up from TV and movies. 

Youssef whisks you into the city, pointing out landmarks along the way. The Eiffel Tower comes into view on the other side of the river as the black car negotiates elegant, narrow streets lined with perfectly-maintained nineteenth-century apartment buildings. 

“Et voilà!” Youssef stops the car and hops out to retrieve your suitcase. You step out, expecting to see the entrance to a hotel - but instead it’s just another residential building, sealed off from the city by two huge, heavy, dark green doors. 

With a bright smile, Youssef taps a little tag off a keypad and one of the doors swings open, revealing a passage leading to a gorgeous courtyard beyond. He refuses your tip - “it’s all good, madame!” - and instead picks up your bag and leads the way, opening another door to reveal the entrance hall proper. The marble floor is polished to perfection; dark red carpet covers the staircase that wraps around the elevator shaft; and there is not a sound to be heard.

”Sixth floor, madame. They’re waiting for you there.” He slides back the door of the elevator, slots your case in beside you, and presses the button. “Have a nice day!”

The elevator is old - possibly pre-World War One, you muse, unable to turn off the specialist’s mind - and slow. As it ascends, you take a moment to gather your thoughts and process this strange little adventure. 

If this was a movie, you’d be walking into a meeting of a criminal gang - or maybe to your death, you suddenly think, panic taking over for a second as the lift comes to a shuddering stop and you step out onto the sixth floor landing.

There is only one apartment entrance up here, as far as you can see. Dark red double doors, perfectly polished brass doorknobs and fittings adorning them, and a tiny doorbell discreetly tucked alongside the doorframe on one side. 

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and hover your finger over the button. 

The door to the apartment swings open just as your fingertip makes contact with the doorbell, setting off a loud, sonorous bell somewhere within and making you jump.

”Bienvenue, chérie. Come in, won’t you? I do hope I haven’t frightened you.”

***

“You know, if you wanted to ask me out again you could have just called or emailed, like a normal person.”

He hands you a cup of strong black coffee and joins you on the couch in the apartment’s enormous living room. 

“Do you think I’m a normal person?”

You take a sip and chuckle. “You are definitely not a normal person.”

He smiles in satisfaction, eyes taking you in from head to toe as you feel a warmth building deep within.

”It’s very, very good to see you, chérie.” His voice is warm and honeyed, an inviting purr that makes you ache between your legs. 

Today, he is wearing a black cashmere turtleneck with a pair of perfectly-tailored grey dress pants and some heavy, brown-framed glasses. It’s all you can do not to climb on top of him. 

“It’s been almost two months, Thief. Did you forget about me?”

He shakes his head, eyes softening with what you want to believe is genuine regret. “Never. I had to spend some time away, in South America - dealing with the family business, you know - and then I came here, to look at Madame Deseine’s…collection.”

The way he enunciates the final word gives you pause. What was in this “collection”?

“So my invitation here was just an excuse to see me, is that it? Because you weren’t back in the city yet?”

He looks at you in surprise. “Of course not! I mean, I’m very happy to see you again.” A little smile, eyes twinkling. “But no, I need your expertise. And your company is…a nice bonus.”

“My expertise?”

He sits back and crosses his legs, holding your gaze. “You are a specialist in the kinds of decorative arts and objects in Madame Deseine’s collection, I believe. And you are fluent in French. Year abroad in Lyon, correct?”

Your mouth falls open and you quirk your head. “How did… have you been… were you digging for information on me? That’s a violation of trust, and -“

He interrupts your fury with a chuckle. “Chérie, it’s all on your museum staff page profile. Qualifications, time abroad, special areas of expertise.”

You blush, embarrassed, and stare down into the dark swirl of your coffee as an awkward silence takes hold in the apartment’s tasteful interior. 

“I’m sorry, chérie. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Trust me, you are exactly the right person for the job.” 

He extends a hand towards yours, long fingers gently stroking the back of your hand. When you look up, his dark eyes are warm and genuinely apologetic. 

“I guess I’m not used to being…pursued, like this.”

He arches an eyebrow. “In what sense?”

You smirk and stand up. “In every sense, Thief. Now: are you going to explain this ‘job’ to me or not?”

His gaze - taking you in, a smile on his lips - is enough to set you aflame. 

“I am. But over dinner, I think.”

***

The waiter perfectly pours a little more white wine into each of your glasses before returning the bottle to the stainless steel ice bucket and leaving the two of you to your meals. 

He raises his glass to you, and you return the gesture.

You were not surprised when the car had pulled up outside an elegant, discreet restaurant tucked away in the Seventh Arrondissement. It was exactly his style: subtle, timeless, and exuding quality even before he held the door open and you stepped inside.

“So.” He swallows a bite of his monkfish and takes a sip of wine. “Madame Deseine.”

“Madame Deseine.”

You start to eat your meal as he explains. A genuine and respected art collector, Madame Deseine lived outside Paris in her family’s country estate, surrounded by an exceptional array of mostly nineteenth and early twentieth-century paintings, decorative arts, sculpture and furniture. As she grew older, she had begun to sell some parts of the collection - but remained extremely guarded about its exact contents.

“There are some…questions about the provenance of some of the items in the collection, or at least items we think are in the collection. Mostly late nineteenth-century decorative arts - clocks, vases, that sort of thing - but also some small art nouveau sculptures and figurines.”

You take a sip of your wine and narrow your eyes. “And this is where you come in?”

He nods. 

“You’re planning to steal some of her collection?”

He shakes his head, pauses, then nods before shaking his head again.

“Kind of, not really. Didn’t you hear what I said about provenance?”

“You think she’s not being entirely honest about her methods, about how she came by the collection?” In a world increasingly attuned to the repatriation of looted and stolen objects to their rightful place, you were deeply familiar with the importance of the provenance paper trail. 

He dabs at the corner of his mouth with the linen napkin. “Some of the collection. I believe that some of the collection came into her family as a result of looting and theft, that these items were not restored to their rightful owners, and that she is well aware of this fact.”

“You know that some of the most important art collectors in France before the war were Jewish families, no doubt.” You nod and he continues. “And that many of those families, even if they were in the minority lucky enough to escape the round-ups and the camps, had to leave behind those collections.”

”And when they were gone, the collections were…dispersed.”

He shakes his head. “Not dispersed. Stolen. Some of the surviving members of those families had their possessions located and restored, but not all. And I have been reliably informed that some of those missing items are currently in the hands of Madame Claudine Deseine.”

You swallow a bite of your salmon and size him up. “Aha. And this is why an ethical gentleman thief is required, I suppose?”

He gives you a knowing smile. The way the candlelight catches the coppery flecks in his brown eyes makes your breath catch for an instant. 

“I have been asked by a number of individuals to retrieve the objects stolen from their families over eighty years ago, and which have made their way into Madame Deseine’s collection without regard for their provenance.” He chews thoughtfully on a steamed green bean. 

“So where, exactly, do I come in, Thief?”

”I am going to buy some of the collection. But in order to be sure that the missing objects are in the Deseine chateau and to cross-check the gaps in the provenance records…I need to gain her trust. Or rather - you need to gain her trust.”

You raise your eyebrows and take another sip of wine. You might need something stronger by the end of the night.

”You aren’t seriously asking me to steal art, are you?” you hiss. He shakes his head furiously.

”Absolutely not. But I know Claudine Deseine’s reputation, and I know she won’t just let a potential buyer see the whole of her collection. She will, however, be a little more welcoming to a specialist who has kindly agreed to evaluate the items properly. Oh, and to look through the provenance records, to save us all time.”

”So what, I just turn up with you and hope she lets me into her secret stash of stolen stuff?”

He chuckles at the alliteration. “Not quite. But you may need to butter her up, tell her you’ve heard extraordinary things about the rare items she has, ask if she might let you see these things you’ve only read about in catalogues. And when you’re in, you can use your expertise to confirm that these are the items we are looking for, and then look for any gaps or obvious forgeries in the accompanying paperwork.”

”And how, exactly, do you propose to liberate the items from this chateau?”

He taps his nose. “Chérie, telling you that would make you completely complicit. I will handle it, you will wait in the apartment.”

You purse your lips. “I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Deseine has knowingly sat on these things too long - why else would she hide these valuable items from any public descriptions of her collection? The government ignores the claims from the descendants because, for the most part, they live in the US.” He finishes the remaining wine in his glass. “And I, personally, cannot resist a challenge.”

“I have one condition. Apart from not becoming more implicated in this than I already am.”

“Name it.”

”That. That’s my condition. I want your name.”

He chuckles and looks down at his empty dinner plate. “Chérie, I cannot.”

”You’re asking me to help you steal back some very valuable art, and you can’t give me your name?”

”If you know my name you will know too much. And I don’t know why you need to know, anyway.”

You roll your eyes. “I like to know who I’m working with. And, on occasion, who I’m sleeping with, or who’s eating me out on my desk.”

To your satisfaction, he splutters on his sparkling water. 

”I still can’t tell you,” he says, recovering his composure.

��Nothing stopping me guessing, though,” you whisper mischievously. “Let’s see. Giacomo.”

He gives you a withering glance.

”Not that, then…Pietro.”

An eye-roll. 

“Dave.”

”Do I look like a ‘Dave’ to you?”

You giggle as the waiter takes away your empty plates. “No, that’s true. Pierre?”

He groans and shakes his head, but his smile is unmistakable. “Don’t make me regret this, chérie.”

***

Back in the apartment, he rummages in a sideboard filled with bottles of various liqueurs and spirits, before producing a bottle of Courvoisier and two cognac glasses.

“A little digestif, if you’d like?” 

You accept your glass gratefully and inhale the complex, fruity aroma of the alcohol, swirling it gently before taking a sip. Its warmth radiates through your body and you close your eyes and savour the sensation, tucking your feet under you as you cosy up on the couch.

“Tell me about the apartment.”

He smiles, looking around the spacious living room, its nineteenth century interior fixtures somehow matching perfectly with the array of impeccably-chosen twentieth-century furniture. 

“My great-great-grandfather bought it, not long after this building was constructed - late nineteenth century, I think. The family business frequently brought him to Paris, and he needed a base.”

“And the family business is…?”

He huffs a laugh. “You are persistent, chérie. Wine. The family business was - is - wine.��� 

You raise your eyebrows and nod as if extremely impressed, and he chuckles, revealing the laughter lines around his eyes that lend his handsome face such character. 

“Well, I can’t pretend to be an expert - what do they call it? An…oenophile, is that it? - so I’m not going to ask for any more details, fear not. My wine knowledge extends no further than ‘that’s quite nice, isn’t it.’”

He feigns horror, recoiling back into the cushions of the sofa. “Chérie, I am going to have to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

You giggle and take another sip of the cognac. “I’m willing to learn, though.”

“That so? Well, I can be your guide, if you’d like.” He finishes his cognac and licks his lips as he looks at you. 

“I…I would like.”

He smiles, takes your glass, and stands up. You follow his lead, wandering behind him into the kitchen where he deposits the empty glasses on a pristine countertop. Every fibre of your being wants to reach for him, to pull him to you, to have him there and then.

“Chérie, I…didn’t want to presume anything.” He swallows hard and turns to face you, eyes a little wary. “About, uh, sleeping arrangements. Hence the guest bedroom.”

You had changed there earlier - a bright, pretty bedroom at one end of the corridor running along the apartment, complete with its own small en suite bathroom. 

“Oh. Of course.” You flush. “A busy day tomorrow.”

His hand finds yours, long fingers caressing yours before he brings it to his lips for a soft, sustained kiss that does nothing to quench the flames of your desire.

“Indeed. That said, if you want company…”

You see the spark in his eyes: teasing, playful, almost daring you to act first. Instead, you meet his gaze with an enigmatic smile.

He pulls away slightly and arches an eyebrow. “If you want company, I am just down the hall. Bonne nuit, chérie.”

***

In the quiet of the guest room you slip out of your clothes and into a wine-coloured silk robe you’d found hanging on the back of the door, freshly pressed. You retrieve your washbag and toiletries and set about your nightly routine. 

You hoped it would be a distraction from the ache between your legs, from the memory of his hand on yours, from the way he looked at you, from his offer of company. From the wet patch you’d noticed on your panties as you undressed. 

“Fuck.”

You close your eyes and lean on the sink for a moment as you take a deep breath before reaching for your moisturiser.

***

He’s sitting on his bed, stripped to his boxers and clad in his own, navy blue silk robe. It hangs open around his body, the colour a perfect complement for his golden skin. 

A knock. He lifts his head from his papers.

“Come in, chérie.”

She peeks playfully around the door. “I was wondering if that offer was still valid. I think I do want some…company.”

“It’s still valid.” He tidies away the paperwork and pats the space beside him on the large bed. “What kind of company did you have in mind?”

She crosses the room, hands reaching for the sash of her guest robe. It falls open as she reaches the bed, revealing the lacy bra and matching French knickers underneath. He inhales sharply, cock twitching at the sight. 

“Up to you. This is your turf, after all.” 

“Ah, but you’re the guest, chérie. Your preference is what counts.”

She shucks off the robe and climbs onto the bed, swiftly straddling him. With a slow roll of her hips, she drags her pussy over his hardening cock, the outline visible under his dark boxers.

“This is my preference. Does it work for you, too, Thief?”

He answers with a hungry kiss as he pulls her tight to him.

***

He tastes of mint and cinnamon and the faintest trace of Courvoisier. You had missed his mouth.

His fingers unhook the clasps of your bra and he tugs it off you, discarding it to a corner of the room. He breaks the kiss, lips pink and wet, and turns his attention to your tits: cupping them, fondling them, squeezing them with his broad hands before he starts to suck on each nipple in turn.

You toss back your head and bite your lip, stifling a loud moan. He releases your breast with a pop of his mouth.

“This apartment is the entire top floor, chérie. You can be as loud as you wish.”

Two fingers tug aside the crotch of your panties and find the warm wetness that’s been building between your legs all day. He looks up at you and grins. 

“On your back, amor.”

French knickers off, he gently pushes your thighs back before resting your legs over his shoulders. He buries his face against your pussy with a delighted groan, the delicious timbre of his voice rumbling against your core. 

He licks a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, a hand pressing against your belly as your hips instinctively buck upwards with pleasure and need. His tongue swirls lasciviously across your folds, lapping up the wetness, before he begins to suck on your clit. Slow at first, a gorgeous torment; then faster, more insistent, the tip of his tongue flicking over and back over the swollen nub rhythmically in time with your needy moans and whimpers. 

He keeps it up as he slips first one, then two fingers inside you and hooks them just so, chuckling when you cry out.

“Fuck…I’m close, I -“

You let go. You come hard against his face, ecstasy coursing through your body as he keeps on fucking you through it with his fingers, gently pulling out when he senses your overstimulation. 

He moves up and lies beside you, face to face. 

“You enjoyed that.”

You try to slow your breathing. “You think?”

He chuckles, tracing the curve of your hip with his hand. “I enjoyed it, too.”

“And no jewel theft involved this time. So far, anyway.”

He closes his eyes and smiles, humming contentedly as he reaches for your breast, idly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. 

You study his features for a moment, noting the handful of freckles on his face, the way his dark lashes look against his cheeks, the gloss of your own slick shimmering across his pink lips, his chin, his moustache. 

This time, when your tongue swipes against his mouth, he tastes of you. 

You gather some of your own wetness on your fingers by way of lubrication, before tugging down his boxers and taking his cock in your hand. He closes his eyes as you stroke him slowly, steadily, feeling him growing harder under your careful touch.

With your free hand you caress the side of his face, thumb rubbing gently against the grey patches in his beard. 

“I want you, Thief.” 

He opens his eyes and smiles before gently moving your hand away from his cock. He shucks off his robe and shifts into position above you, arms caging your body on either side. 

“You know, I’m on birth control,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. “And you were the last person I was with, and before that…well, it had been a while.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Same. Well, not the birth control, evidently…but the rest. No one but you, not for some time. So…?”

You trail your fingers over his chest, dappled here and there with freckles, and he leans down to kiss you. Different, this time - softer, less desperate, more…tender.

“So you can have me bare, if you want.” 

“Oh fuck, chérie. Yes. Please.” He gestures with his head. “Turn, get on all fours.”

You do as you are told, teasingly wiggling your ass at him once you’re in position. He gives it a light slap and you squeal approvingly until the feeling of his cock opening you up makes you catch your breath.

He sinks slowly inside you, pausing when he’s fully sheathed in your warm pussy. You can hear his breathing becoming a little ragged, hitching as he adjusts to the feeling.

”Feel good, Thief?”

”Incredible, amor. You?” 

“Fucking amazing.”

He takes you slowly at first, a long drag out, a quicker thrust back inside, and builds up a rhythm quickly. The angle is nothing short of perfect and you bury your face against the covers, whining with pleasure. He reaches down and grabs one of your breasts, fingers pressing into the flesh as he fucks you harder and faster. 

“Such a beautiful body, amor. So soft and warm and fuck, such a tight little pussy for me. You feel so perfect on my cock.”

He’s hitting you just right now, another orgasm building rapidly until you come for the second time, muffling your cries in the blankets. You turn to look at him: broad body glistening with perspiration, errant curls falling over his forehead and darkened with sweat, that gorgeous head thrown back as he gets closer and closer.

”Come on, Thief.” You purr your encouragement, never taking your eyes off him. “Come on. Come. Fill me up.”

He comes hard, with a loud cry, hands gently caressing your hips as he finishes deep inside you. 

”I think you missed me.” 

He flops back on the bed and turns to face you as you nestle against him. A mischievous grin plays around his lips. “What on earth makes you say that, chérie?”

You kiss his forehead, tasting the salty sweetness of his damp skin. “Just a hunch. By the way, I have an even better reason why I need to know your name.”

He groans and rolls his eyes affectionately. “Well?”

”Well…if I knew your name, I could scream it out loud the next time you make me come like that.”

His eyes widen and he grins. “You could, I suppose.”

”So? What’s your name…Pablo.”

He fixes you with a teasing glare. “Not Pablo.”

”James. Jimmy. Jimbob?”

He can’t help but burst out laughing this time. “Fine. Fine. Let’s make a deal. If we succeed with Madame Deseine, I’ll give you a name.”

”A name?” The distinction is striking.

”A name. It may or may not be my name. But it will be a name. Deal?”

“Deal.”

***

The morning mist hangs low over the French countryside as you drive through the enormous gateway that divides the Deseine estate from the rest of the world, and follow the long drive up to the chateau proper.

You had expected that Youssef would be on driving duty. But it was your gentleman thief at the wheel of the understated hire car, confidently navigating the autoroutes and trunk roads that led to your destination. For a moment you imagine a parallel universe where you are just a normal couple on a normal holiday, not a nameless thief and a museum curator plotting to relieve a woman of her family’s ill-gotten gains.

He had slept well, it seemed. You? Not so much. In the wee small hours of the morning, you lay awake, listening to his steady breaths and ruminating over what, exactly, you were doing here - and why.

He isn’t your partner. Not your boyfriend. Hell, you don’t know if you could call this “dating”. You don’t even know who he is. He stole from your employer because you let your pussy override your brain. He brought you to Paris to aid and abet in another theft. And, instead of turning on your heel and trying to protect your professional reputation, you’d not only agreed to his scheme - you’d fucked him. Again. 

You’d tossed and turned on the pillows as you tried to quiet your mind enough for sleep. Was this really just about sex? Or was something else pulling you into each other’s orbits?

The Deseine chateau emerges at the end of the driveway. It appears at first glance to date from the eighteenth century, with some later additions and extensions. He pulls up near the main door and hops out of the car, quickly bounding over to the passenger side so he can hold the door for you. 

“What a gentleman,” you whisper, straightening the smart blazer and palazzo pants you’d worn for the occasion. 

“At your service,” he replies with a subtle wink. “Just as I was when you needed…company. How are you feeling this morning, by the way? Satisfied, I hope.”

Before you can answer, the enormous main doors of the chateau swing open and a petite woman with snow-white hair emerges, clad in a vintage bouclé Chanel skirt and matching jacket. He moves swiftly up the steps to shake her hand, speaking too quietly for you to pick up on whatever name he’s using today.

“And this is my expert, my advisor, my guiding light!” He gestures towards you, motioning for you to join them. You introduce yourself with a bright smile, trying to read the older woman’s expression, to get a sense of how you might gain her trust.

“It is an honour to be here, Madame. I’m so excited to see the collection.”

Claudine Deseine casts an appraising glance over you from head to toe. Seemingly satisfied, she extends her hand in greeting and addresses you in clipped, precise English. 

“It is very special, I think you’ll agree. Now, do come in - I’ll have my housekeeper Maryam bring us some coffee, and then we can take a look at the objects we’ve discussed.”

***

He is gentlemanly charm personified, you think, watching him follow Madame Deseine around the house. He flirts just enough to have the older woman like putty in his hands, listens attentively, laughs at her jokes, and looks at her with a familiar twinkle in his eyes. 

The recognition gives you pause, but you push it to the back of your mind. You have a plan to stick to today.

She leads the two of you into a bright room at the back of the chateau, overlooking a gorgeous French-style formal garden. “Well, here they are.” She gestures towards a large oak table in the middle of the room, where a variety of figurines and decorative objects are set out. You’d known what to expect: mostly art nouveau, dating from decades either side of 1900; some bronze figures; some beautifully-decorated ceramics, glazes still bright and vibrant; and what you immediately recognise as a small, early Lalique crystal vase.

He claps his hands together in what looks like genuine delight, eyes widening as he moves closer to the table. “May I?”

Madame Deseine beams and nods. He carefully picks up one of the vases, inspecting the swirling, sinuous curves of its painted decoration before checking the makers’ marks on the bottom of the piece. 

“Extraordinary,” he says in a rapt whisper.

“Madame?” She turns to face you. “Would it be possible for me to see the paperwork while he - while my client is inspecting the objects? It would save your valuable time, and you’ve already been so kind to accommodate us.”

She beams. “Of course. Follow me, won’t you?” She opens another door leading off the room and pauses for a moment. 

“I’ll be back tout de suite, monsieur,” she purrs at him as he peers at a bronze figurine. “Please, make yourself at home.”

“You really are most kind, Madame.” He winks, and the esteemed Claudine Deseine titters like a schoolgirl.

***

She flicks a switch and illuminates a large, windowless room located at the rear of the house, in what you suspect might be the former servants’ quarters. “Et voilà. The archive.”

The walls are lined with shelving, filled with hundreds of archive boxes and files. You begin to scan the shelves, trying to work out a pattern in the filing system. 

“They are labelled according to date of acquisition,” she explains. “Achats, purchases, by year.”

You look at her with an expression that you hope conveys innocent confusion. “Gosh, it’s all such a lot. Could you give me dates for the items being sold? Ballpark, if necessary - I just know he’s a stickler for the paperwork but he’s impatient and he won’t take kindly to me taking a long time in here…”

She smiles and nods sympathetically, and for a moment you feel incredibly guilty. “Ah. Men. I understand, my dear.” She pulls out an unmarked, unlabelled box file from the top shelf and retrieves a spiral-bound book.

“This is strictly entre-nous, my dear. My personal catalogue. Everything by date. Let this be your guide. And now, I must return to monsieur.” She looks at you conspiratorially. “If he becomes - how do they say it, antsy? - then he can simply take a walk in my beautiful gardens, hmmm?”

***

He strolls past the elegantly-trimmed box hedges as he makes his way to the elaborate water feature at the centre of the gardens. He couldn’t quite believe how well it had all worked out, so far - your complaint about his impatience had, as planned, won you her sympathy and with it an order from the lady of the house to go and see the gardens while you worked through the papers. 

If necessary, he’d have feigned illness, claimed he needed some air. But it’s always better when they play right into your hands, with something they believe is their idea. 

The gardens are perfectly positioned to give him a view of the back of the house: the doors leading to a terrace, the smaller windows and discreet servants’ entrance. His dark eyes survey the building closely, making a mental map he’ll refer to when he finalises the plan. He has his suspicions, but he needs you to confirm exactly where the collections are hidden. For now, he just hopes you can unlock the final part of the puzzle. 

***

A knock on the door announces the return of Claudine Deseine. 

“Well, have you found what you needed? I do hope the catalogue was useful.”

Little do you know, Madame. 

You replace the lid on a box of papers and nod at a stack of receipts and records of authenticity relevant to the items he was perusing for purchase. 

“Very useful, thank you, Madame.” 

You swallow hard and slow your breathing as you follow her out of the room. 

“Madame, may I - may I make a somewhat bold request?”

She raises an eyebrow. “You may. What is it?”

“I couldn’t help but notice the entries for some of Lalique’s cire perdue work when I was looking at the catalogue. Pieces so rare that we only know they exist because of René Lalique’s own records…”

“Yes. And?” 

“My masters dissertation was on Lalique, Madame. Is there…would you…could I…?”

She stares at you before her features soften into a smile. 

“You want to see them, don’t you?”

***

“Well?”

He waited until you were out of the estate before asking the question, not seeming to notice how quiet you’d been since getting back in the car.

“They’re there. The three Lalique pieces, that rare Sevres vase. She was only too happy to show me.”

“Did you check the makers’ marks?”

You nod, gazing out of the window. “I did. They’re the right pieces. Those Laliques are one of a kind. In different circumstances, it would have been a joy to see them.”

“And the papers?”

He takes the turn to merge onto the autoroute back to Paris, and you wish the nagging doubts about this whole sorry enterprise - about him - would dissipate.

“The private catalogue clearly states when they were acquired, but with no corresponding archival code numbers. I checked the boxes for those years carefully, just to be sure…but there’s no paper trail. Just a note in each catalogue entry recording the dealer they came from - all from the same man.”

He nods, satisfied. “And the room itself? What’s access like?”

“I sent you some photos earlier.” While Madame Deseine had been taking the priceless objects out of their storage boxes, you had snapped some surreptitious pictures. “Access may not be straightforward, though, given the absence of a window.”

He chuckles. “Leave that to me.”

“Won’t she know that you’ve taken the pieces, by the way?”

“F is for Fake, chérie. Nothing some good forgeries cannot fix.”

***

You spend the rest of the journey in silence, while he rambles about various subjects: French motorways, private chateaux, Lalique’s cire perdue process, in which a vase is formed within a one-off wax mould that was discarded afterwards, rendering the pieces unique - and extremely valuable.

“The descendants of the original owners still have, in some cases, the provenance records for these items,” he explains as he parks the car and taps the sensor to open the door into the building. “And now, soon, they’ll have their rightful inheritance.”

You don’t know whether to snap at him or burst into tears.

He takes your coat and saunters into the apartment’s small kitchen, still talking to you as he audibly potters around, opening cupboards and taking out dishes and glassware. You are not really listening, still caught up in your own thoughts. Why the fuck were you here? Were you really willing to risk your entire reputation for a crush and some sex? You’d been lucky to escape any questioning or punishment after the theft of the ruby, after all. 

And what if, as you wondered in the chateau when he was so flirtatious and charming with Madame Deseine, he was just using you? Your knowledge and your veneer of professional respectability helped him steal. Your desire and your body got him off. Win-win for him, but a potentially devastating loss for you.

“Chérie? Didn’t you hear me?”

He’s standing at the narrow door into the kitchen that adjoins the living room, sweater sleeves rolled up.

“Oh. Oh, sorry. I was miles away. What is it?”

“I asked the housekeeper to leave a light dinner for us, as it’s been a long day. It’s nothing fancy - some salads, crudités, cold cuts and cheeses - but I do have a very nice Sancerre chilled in the fridge…”

You force a smile. “That does sound good. I’ll set the table, if you show me where everything is.”

He cheerily opens the various cartons and tubs of food as you ferry the tableware into the open-plan dining area. Behind his usual charming patter, though, is a man increasingly worried about how quiet you’ve been since you left Madame Deseine and her collections earlier that day.

***

“You know you can talk to me, chérie. What’s on your mind?”

Of course he’s noticed. Why wouldn’t he? His perceptiveness is what makes him such an artful, successful thief.

You drain your glass of Sancerre and look him square in the eye.

“Am I really so different to Claudine Deseine?”

He looks confused.

“Excuse me?”

“Am I really so different to Claudine Deseine? In your eyes, I mean. Are you using me, like you’re using her?”

“I’m not using Madame Deseine. I’m buying some of her collection so I can liberate the really valuable pieces and get them back where they belong. That’s stealing, not using.”

You exhale, long and slow. “I saw you today. Handling her just like you do me. The charm offensive, the twinkling eyes, the flirting. She, at least, hasn’t slept with you - though I wouldn’t put it past you to try if you thought it would have helped.”

The words leave your lips, and you instantly regret it. So much for rational calm. Now you just sound like a jealous lover.

He looks at you, jaw ticking, and a blend of fury and hurt burning in his dark eyes. 

“That’s rather unfair, don’t you think?”

Silence.

“I had to win her over. Just like you did. Or did you forget your part in this?”

“Why am I here, Thief? What do you want from me? There must be hundreds of other experts out there you could have enlisted to help you gain access to the collection, theft or no theft. And if it’s just about sex, well - I suspect there’s no shortage of people who’d be very glad to fuck you. So why me? Or do you just want to ruin me, finish what you started when you tricked and took advantage of me?”

His voice is low and carefully controlled. “You know that’s not what this is, chérie. You know that.”

You push away from the table and stand to face him, flinging down your linen napkin. “So what, then, is it?”

He stares at you and his expression shifts, from glowering to openness. Mouth slightly ajar, he seems to be struggling to find the words.

He can’t even bring himself to say it. Coward.

“I see. Good night, Thief.”

***

Your return flight is booked for the day after tomorrow, and there’s no way you could afford a last-minute ticket for an earlier departure. As you complete your nighttime routine and slip into the guest bed, you resolve to make the most of an unexpected solo day in Paris, looking up current exhibitions and shows at the city’s various museums and galleries. 

You take a herbal sleeping tablet, just in case, and turn off the light.

When you wake in the morning, you find that your pillow is damp from the tears you wept in the night.

His bedroom door is still firmly closed as you pad down the hallway and to the main door. Exploiting you or not, he’d made it clear that he didn’t need you for today, the final stage in his plan. There’s a spare keyfob in the drawer of the small hall console table. You slip it in your bag and head out of the apartment and into the city.

***

Museums afford a kind of sanctuary: a quiet space for meditation, reflection, imagination, escape. On a day like today, they enclose you in a safe, comforting cocoon of art and beauty, helping to shield you from the world outside - and from the raging storm of your own thoughts and worries.

You flash your work ID at the entrance to the Petit Palais and are waved through, past the lines of tourists, by virtue of the international reciprocal entry schemes for museum staff. The current temporary show, on Paris in the first decades of the twentieth century, is just what you need by way of distraction, and you lose yourself in artwork after artwork, in no hurry to return to the apartment. 

At the museum’s garden café, you take your time over coffee and cake, occasionally joined by a tiny songbird who seems hell-bent on helping himself to your snack. His daring raids on your slice of carrot cake help to stop your mind from wandering back to the apartment, to him, and to his journey back to the chateau.

***

He’s gone when you get back. Just an envelope on the counter, addressed to you. Normal service, you think, resumed at last.

Chérie,

As planned, I’ve returned to the Deseine estate to finish what we started. I intend to return later tonight, or in the early hours, but promise me that if I do not return, you will take the flight tomorrow evening. 

You must not look for me. Promise me that.

I hope that I might see you before you leave, one way or the other. 

Know that I care for you, chérie. 

Midnight comes and goes with no sight or sound of him.

One. Two. Three. Nothing.

You close your eyes and force yourself to sleep.

***

He whispers to you in your dreams, over and over. He calls out to you. 

“Chérie?”

You open your eyes. In the half-light, you see him. Hair mussed, eyes wide, face streaked with dirt, stripped to the waist. 

He feels real to the touch: warm, solid, the softness of his middle, the strength of his arms and shoulders. His beard bristles so realistically under your lips that you could almost believe he was there.

“Chérie, I’m here. I’m back. I’m with you.”

Instinctively, you wrap your arms around him and pull him to you, wordlessly peppering his face with kisses before he wriggles down and nestles his head against your chest, holding you tight to him.

He seems unsettled, distressed, even. Perhaps it had been a narrow escape. Perhaps something had gone wrong. 

No matter. You envelop him with warmth and protection. The way he clings to you, needs you, starts to provide an answer to your questions about the nature of his feelings.

You kiss the top of his head and stroke the scruff on the side of his jaw. He pulls away for a moment to look up at you, all softness and awe and warmth. He motions as if to say something, then stops, pensive, and reaches up to kiss your mouth.

“My name is Alejandro.”

Find out more about the Lalique cire perdue technique here!

If you'd like to read more about the great Jewish art collecting families of pre-war France, I strongly recommend James McAuley's The House of Fragile Things and Edmund de Waal's Letters to Camondo.

[tasty-littl-snack]

I was watching that new interview video with Steven Lim and he talks about starting watcher and how he asked Ryan to start a company with him for about a year but Ryan was very hesitant until one day he said sure but then asked to bring Shane like I’m not normal about this. Ryan could not part with partner in crime. 🥺

It's almost like they are a package deal and have a bond that can't be broken (all Ryan's words)

This is a great interview that really tells so much about Steven and his thinking. I think this is the most bts we got on how they came up with the idea to start their own company, aside from making watcher but that's more yknow calibrated for camera so they don't say everything. This podcast and TJ's podcast from last year with Shane as a guest really is more relaxed settings (both people they talk with are their friends so they are a bit more honest than the curated story of how it all came to be) and it going to rotate in my brain forever. It's really luck and circumstances and stars alligning that these people even met and then decided to take a risk like that together. (even more so from Shane's perspective who thought he got the internship at buzzfeed and then it turned out he didn't but he already moved to LA by that point. Like if this isn't fate then idk what is)

What strikes me is that it's Ryan asking if Shane can come along as if it wasn't obvious from the start, and Shane obviously thinking that it's a risk and being the last one to agree. From Steven's interview it seems like Ryan and Steven started working on it only the two of them and then Ryan asked if Shane can join them which changes the perspective of it all to me. For some reason I thought maybe it was Ryan's idea and he asked Shane first, so this changes a bit their dynamic to me because it really shows that Steven and Ryan are good friends who would take a risk like that and then there's of course Shane who Ryan can't imagine to not cowork with I guess. Idk.

This inteview is also good for the background of travel season preparation and how Steven also had to convince Adam and Andrew to come to Watcher which I find very fascinating in itself. But while he lasted a bit longer doing stuff without them Ryan and Shane simply could not be separated for that long and it really shows that they are not normal about each other. Much to think about.

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Wrapped in Love

Fandom: Critical Role Characters: Percy De Rolo, Vex'ahlia Pairing: Perc'ahlia Word Count: 1,065 Note: Yes, I know Perc'ahlia Week 2024 is coming up in a month--and I should be focusing on those prompts--but I've been trying to finish up what I didn't for the 2023 prompts. This one in particular was fighting me, but I finally got it to a point where I don't hate it.

[Also found on AO3.]

X-X-X-X-X

Aside from her obvious love for her archery lessons, Vex’ahlia looked back on her woodworking lessons with some level of fondness. They were not something she’d had the opportunity to do often, as Syldor focused more on the twins’ academic and martial studies rather than their artistic pursuits, but they put her at ease in much the same way that archery did, surrounding her with the comforting scent of wood even when she was indoors.

She naturally fell out of practice when she and Vax’ildan abandoned Syngorn, since she lacked access to the full range of necessary tools while they traveled. She picked up small projects where she could just to fill the idle moments, but her woodworking—limited as it was—became delegated to creating more arrows when she couldn’t buy them and carving small personalizing details into her bow. Even when Vox Machina earned Greyskull Keep, she still didn’t get a proper chance to return to it, since it took several months for the keep to be constructed and then their ordeals with the Briarwoods and the Chroma Conclave kept them away from their new home.

It wasn’t until Vox Machina spent some time away from each other that she could actually pick the craft up once more. As she and Percy settled more into Grey Hunt manor—her manor—they curated a workshop space for him, giving him an excuse to spend more time in her vicinity. (Not that he really needed an excuse, of course, but it was one of the reasons he gave Cassandra when she refused to stop needling him about it.) Over time, though, Vex eventually intruded on what she considered his space by installing a small workbench for her own tools, obtained gradually over the first few months of their break. She still didn’t turn to woodworking often, as she did have to focus on her Grey Hunt duties, but in the quiet moments where Percy was holed up in the workshop and she wanted the benefit of his quiet company, she would sit near him and cut and carve and shape the wood into more “frivolous” items.

She started small, carving small details and curling shapes along the curve of Fenthras, sprawling out from where she had made careful, tiny letters out of ‘sinaeth’ as she made the Vestige hers and hers alone. Eventually, she allowed herself to graduate to larger projects: a small bear the size of her palm, a simple trinket box where she began to keep her Earring of Whisper when she wasn’t actively wearing it, a panel of the De Rolo family crest that she hung above the mantle in the main sitting room of the manor. When she regained some confidence in her hands and her skills, she turned her attention to a more complex trinket box, using different woods from across Exandria to represent all the places she and Percy had seen together, determined to create something for the man that spoiled her with his own creations.

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“Darling?” Vex called with a light trio of taps on the doorframe of the workshop.

“Hmmm?” Percy pushed his work goggles up onto his forehead and glanced her way. “Yes, dear?”

“I have something for you.”

“Oh?” His brow furrowed a little in confusion, like he was trying to figure out what the occasion might be.

She nodded, almost hesitant and shy in the gesture. “May I?”

“Of course, dear,” he replied readily.

Vex smiled faintly and crossed the room, holding the completed box—wrapped in dark blue paper—behind her back. Once she stood next to Percy, she set the package down in the spot he had cleared for her on the workbench surface; he seemed even more confused and glanced at her in curiosity.

“Well, go on and open it, darling.”

He nodded slowly and returned his attention to the package, careful and meticulous as he unwrapped the paper. He revealed the most complex section of it—the various wood types carefully cut and arranged to portray a landscape view of Whitestone as she often saw it from one of her favorite hidden spots within the Parchwood—and ran his shaking fingers along the edge of the lid.

“Is this what you’ve been working on when you’ve been spending time in the workshop?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied with a small nod. “You always make such wonderful trinkets for me, darling, and I felt it would only be appropriate to return the favor.”

Percy seemed to be at a genuine loss for words, silent as he looked the box over. The longer the silence stretched on, the more anxious that Vex began to feel, a small and distant part of her remembering the time Syldor had discarded a pipe that she had put hours of work into as a gift to him. Before her thoughts could truly spiral, Percy let out something of a soft laugh as he glanced up at her again.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

Vex smiled, trying not to let her relief show in her posture nor expression. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. And I thought that you might enjoy something practical rather than purely decorative.”

Percy’s expression softened (oh, how she loved that he only looked at her so) as he said, “I believe it actually serves both purposes, dear. It’s lovely work.”

Vex blinked, startled by the praise. “Oh…! Well… thank you for saying that, darling.”

He tilted his head before he frowned slightly. “You are aware that I’m being genuine, dear? I’m not merely spouting niceties?”

Vex didn’t answer, unsure of how she felt about him knowing exactly what he had inadvertently hit upon, even if that perceptiveness was one of the reasons she cherished him so deeply.

Percy sighed a little and set the box back down on the workbench before reaching out to take both of her hands in his, his tremor seeming to calm as he held onto her. “I do love the box, dear. It’s beautiful and speaks to a skill I did not realize you had. And I’m flattered that you spent so much time and effort on something for me.”

She offered him a shaky smile and, in return, he leaned down to press a kiss to her brow.

“Thank you, Vex’ahlia,” he reiterated when he pulled away. “Truly.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 38: Drip

The tour has been going great so far. The two shows in New York were full of energy which set off a great start to the US leg of the tour. Before they knew it they had already played 5 shows in 4 cities across the eastern part of the country. That also means Hyeri has also received 4 packages of gifts and treats so far and she can’t wait for the next one.

The guy’s next stop is Chicago. Another sold out show and a few events and gatherings are on their schedule for their time here. They gave themselves an extra day of freedom in the city for a bit of rest and recovery as this is the midpoint of their US travels.

Yoongi is excited. He never stopped being excited since day 1. He and Hyeri have spoken everyday as much as possible. Hyeri’s drama will be premiering the following week so she’s been on the promo circuit, but she answers every one of Yoongi’s messages as soon as she can get to it.

The day before their show in Chicago, the guys are at a reception held at a gallery for an exhibit that was inspired by them and their music. They meet the artist and everyone with the gallery who is responsible for making this happen. There’s a brief ceremony where the artist, curators, and gallery owner and executives will say a few words and officially open the exhibit for its 3 month tenure at that location. At the same time, the grand opening is being live streamed across all of the gallery’s social media accounts. It feels intimate, but there are a lot of eyes watching.

The guys feel honored and sit in the front row of seats before a small podium on a low stage with smiles across their 7 faces. Everyone who speaks at the podium gives them high praise for all they’ve done musically and otherwise. At the end, everyone who spoke returns to the stage for a toast. The guys are invited to join them in front of the small crowd of people and cameras as the men of honor.

The guys weren’t expecting to be called up to the stage, but they go along in stride, albeit a little nervous. Yoongi smiles along standing right in the middle between Hobi and Taehyung. Out of the corner of his eye he notices one of their managers quickly step away as if something urgent came up. He continues smiling not wanting to look as if something were wrong. For all he knows it could be nothing.

For now, nothing will have to wait because Yoongi finds himself suddenly being handed a glass of champagne. A toast isn’t complete without a drink. A drink only the 7 of them and management knows could be a problem. Unfortunately the problem wasn’t noticed until too late. The manager Yoongi saw leave has returned with a look of defeat in his eyes. The manager mouths a silent apology from across the room letting Yoongi know his urgent retreat was to try and save Yoongi from the surprise beverage, but unfortunately he was too late.

The spontaneous toast leaves Yoongi standing paralyzed as more praises are piled on to the group. The longer they draw this out the harder it is for him to maintain his fake smile and keep his hands from shaking.

It’s just a small glass of champagne. It’s practically water.

Taehyung and Hobi notice Yoongi’s struggle and are unsure themselves of what to do. This is live and even the slightest change in facial expressions could send the rumor mill spiraling out of control. The other guys haven’t quite turned to notice Yoongi’s struggle, though they’re aware that this champagne no doubt has him in a dilemma.

There could be millions of people watching right now.

This tour has been perfect so far. All rumors of Yoongi being on drugs or an alcoholic are a thing of the past. Any mention of Chelsea or any other person he encountered during that last tour has practically disappeared. It’s been great. He can’t do anything that could possibly bring that wave of torment back. Not now. Not in front of millions.

The quicker you do it the quicker it will be over with.

“…we’re honored to have you join us today. Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

Everyone raises their glasses and without another thought Yoongi quickly puts his to his mouth and takes a drink. In that brief moment he felt as if he had no control of himself. He felt like a spectator of his life and couldn’t do anything about it. Yet the moment the sparkly beverage hit the back of his throat his consciousness was sucked back into his body and he quickly pulled the glass from his lips. The sound of applause gradually breaks through his momentary deafness and he remembers where he is. Through a mix of muscle memory and stress induced autopilot he instinctively follows Namjoon’s lead. Namjoon is clapping so Yoongi claps. Namjoon is smiling so Yoongi smiles. Namjoon bows and walks off to the side where managers are waiting, Yoongi follows on his heels. Namjoon finishes his glass of champagne, and Yoongi nearly tosses his to their manager as if it were a scalding hot ball of metal.

“Hyung,” Jimin says trying to get Yoongi to slow down.

“Car,” Yoongi mumbles heading towards the exit.

Jimin quickly follows him giving the rest of the guys a nod to ask they give the two of them a moment. Jimin can hardly keep up with Yoongi, and a couple of managers and security are hardly able to keep up with both of them. Yoongi throws the door of the SUV open and crawls to the back with Jimin closing the door behind them and sitting next to him.

“Hyung,” Jimin says again.

“I didn’t know what to do,” Yoongi says with his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-“ he sucks in a sharp breath. “I messed up.”

“It’s ok,” Jimin assures wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders. “You didn’t mess up, you did the best you could in the situation and I think you did a really good job.”

Yoongi slowly lifts his head out of his hands and the moment his eyes meet Jimin’s he begins tearing up. Something about Jimin’s gentle nature, caring tone, and soft touch never fails to break Yoongi down.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi cries again.

“Don’t be,” Jimin smiles. “I’m proud of you, hyung.”

Yoongi wants to cry more but he notices the rest of the guys exiting the building. He takes a deep breath, wipes his tears, and looks at Jimin with a nod of gratitude. Jimin chuckles at Yoongi’s habit of transforming into his hardened self when he’s trying to avoid the embarrassment of showing his emotions. The guys have seen him emotional many times, yet like a game of roulette, it’s a gamble whether he’ll let it ride out or harden his shell back up at some point.

Namjoon and Jin both enter the SUV while the others load up into a second one waiting behind. No one is sure what to say at the moment. Jin and Namjoon can tell Yoongi was just crying but they’re not sure they should bring anything up right now.

“Are you ok?” Namjoon asks softly. He doesn’t want to put Yoongi on the spot or try to get him to talk if he doesn’t want to, but he at least needs to know that he’s ok.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replies quietly. Namjoon isn’t convinced but he nods and leaves the ride to continue on in silence.

The guys all planned to go out for dinner together so they have about 3 hours to spare after returning to their hotel. An entire 3 hours for Yoongi the pace the floor in panic, fight nausea, cry into a pillow, then finally send Hyeri a distress signal asking her to call if she’s free.

Hyeri is home getting a bit of rest before going out for another day of interviews promoting her new show. She’s lounging across the couch sucked into a video on her phone when Yoongi’s message comes through. Her heart immediately begins racing fearing the worst possible scenarios. She calls him right away and can’t stop herself from spitting out a slew of panicked questions the moment he picks up.

“Is everything ok? What happened? Are you ok?” She asks rapidly.

“I’m so sorry,” he cries through the phone. “I fucked up and I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know what to do so I just had a sip but I feel fucking terrible because I let you down again.”

“What?” She asks trying to make sure she heard correctly. “Slow down, Yoongi. What happened?”

“They had champagne and they did a toast and I didn’t know what to do. There were so many cameras, Hyeri. I didn’t want people to talk. Not again and definitely not now. Hyeri I had a sip so no one would think anything was out of the ordinary but I hated it. I fucked up so bad,” he exasperates.

“Yoongi, sweetie, take a breath.” While this isn’t exactly the worst she thought would be happening, she still feels a small bit of disappointment. He seems very remorseful now, but what happens if he falls to the temptation again? The very thing she feared before he left home weeks ago.

“I’m so sorry.” He takes a deep breath, then another. “I fucked up. I’m so sorry for letting you down. It was only a little-“

“Yoongi,” she quietly interrupts. “Switch to video.”

“What?” He asks confused but doing as told anyway.

The video connects and Hyeri can see he’s been crying. The panic and distress on his face is clear to her and it only breaks her heart.

“I’m right here, love,” she says compassionately. Her only goal right now is to ease him and she knows he usually feels better when he can see her.

“I-I…” he stutters then takes a deep breath. Seeing her glow through the phone screen is exactly what he needed. Not just seeing her, but seeing her looking totally fine. She’s clearly concerned about him and seeing that on her face rather than the anger or sadness he was expecting to see from her makes his chest feel lighter. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, Yoongi. I just want make sure you’re ok.”

Yoongi nods while still focused on her. While it’s nearly night time in Chicago, the brightness of the Seoul morning is like the sunshine after a storm. He wipes his tears and takes one more deep breath. His heart is finally slowing a bit and the fog of panic is starting to dissipate.

“You’re doing great,” Hyeri smiles. “I’m proud of you and I really appreciate you being honest with me.”

Just like Jimin’s words in the car, Hyeri’s words give him an added layer of assurance that he definitely needed. Hearing the people he loves say that they’re proud of him at a time he thought he truly fucked up is such a refreshing feeling.

“You and Jimin,” he says cracking a small smile. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I’m sure you’d be fine,” she jokes making him feel even more lighter.

“Not at all. I have the best support, I just feel so stupid for not talking to you the last time. I almost lost you all.”

“We almost lost you,” she stresses. “All I want is for you to be honest with me, and I’m glad you did that.”

“I always will.” He pauses hearing the voices in the hall. The guys are gathering for dinner and Yoongi realizes he’s likely the last one to join them. “I wish I could talk more but we’re going out for dinner.”

“It’s fine, I have to leave soon too,” she says. “I’ll try to text you before it gets too late over there.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They end the call and Yoongi rushes out to join the others feeling much more happier than he did 3 hours ago. The shift in mood makes the rest of the guys feel better as well. They weren’t sure what state Yoongi would be in, but it seems he’s back to his normal self.

Hyeri gets herself ready to leave with a mix of emotions swirling through her head. She’s glad Yoongi was honest about having a drink. She’s glad the call ended with smiles and not tears. But she’s so afraid of that champagne turning into wine, then beer, then whiskey, and whatever else.

When her manager picks her up she can’t help but search for video from the gallery while sitting in the backseat. He was in such a panic that she can’t help but think he inhaled the entire glass or something. However, she watches the video and sighs in disbelief. For Yoongi that moment lasted two lifetimes. For Hyeri, and everyone else on the outside, the moment was only a split second. Hyeri replayed the video 3 times just to make sure she was seeing correctly. It’s hardly noticeable that Yoongi even swallowed any of the drink, and some comments from fans are joking that Yoongi must not have liked the champagne because he didn’t take a drink. Hyeri shakes her head and smiles. This is much better than any scene she created in her head. She can understand why he felt pressured in that moment, but to anyone else it’s not even noticeable that he was having an issue. For the first time in what feels like ages, Hyeri feels like she can trust him a little more.

[Hyeri]: My Yoongi I just watched the video.

[Hyeri]: You have nothing to worry about. You did very well and I’m so proud of you! I love you 😘

Yoongi sees her message while he and the guys are discussing what to order at the pizza place they decided on. The 7 of them are deep in discussion on culinary preferences when Yoongi goes silent only staring at his phone with a goofy smile. He taps a quick response and looks up to notice 6 pairs of eyes focused on him.

“What?” Yoongi asks feeling overcome with embarrassment.

“You look so cute,” Hobi teases.

“Can we order now?”

“Like a cute grandpa,” Jimin giggles.

“Are we getting 2 or 3 pizzas?” Yoongi asks still trying to change the subject.

“If you were paying attention you would know,” Namjoon smiles. “I’m glad you’re ok though.”

Everyone nods in agreement. Namjoon doesn’t have to specify what he means, and for the sake of keeping the mood light as it just was, he certainly didn’t want to either. However as the leader he is, he felt it still needed to be mentioned as a way to tell Yoongi that they’re all there for him and no one is upset with him. At the same time, Yoongi’s nod and smile in response is what they all need to confirm that all is well and they don’t need to worry. It’s a silent conversation that can only be held telepathically between 7 people who have spent nearly half their lives together.

After that brief moment everyone returns to poking fun at each other and discussing what they plan to do with their free time after tomorrow’s show. Aside from his usual routine of buying everything he sees for Hyeri, Yoongi is also wanting to use that time to plan that two week vacation that he was very serious about taking her on. Somehow he also got talked into joining Taehyung and Jungkook on a quest to find a burger restaurant that Taehyung learned about that’s supposed to be the best among locals.

The night goes on with all smiles and good vibes. Yoongi has missed the time spent trying local foods and enjoying the company of his brothers. He can’t even remember any of the meals they had together the previous tour because he was so far from reality all of the time. Now he feels like he’s taken a breath of fresh clean air after breathing smoke for so long. He’s present and alert and so very happy.

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Best Massage Center In Ajman

In the heart of Ajman lies a sanctuary of serenity, where weary souls find solace and tired muscles discover rejuvenation. Jameela Massage Center In Ajman stands tall as a beacon of tranquility, offering a haven for those seeking respite from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Nestled amidst the vibrant cityscape, Jameela Spa Ajman beckons with promises of unparalleled relaxation and therapeutic bliss.

A Haven of Healing Hands:

At Jameela Massage Spa Ajman, the art of massage transcends the mundane and transforms into a holistic healing experience. Stepping into the center, visitors are greeted by a soothing ambiance that immediately washes away stress and tension. The ambiance is carefully curated to evoke a sense of calmness, with soft lighting, tranquil music, and the subtle fragrance of essential oils permeating the air.

What truly sets Jameela spa apart is its team of skilled therapists, whose hands possess an innate ability to soothe both body and soul. Trained in various massage techniques from around the world, these professionals customize each session to address the unique needs of every client. Whether it’s a traditional Swedish massage to ease muscle tension or a therapeutic deep tissue massage to target specific areas of discomfort, Jameela’s therapists deliver with precision and expertise.

A Symphony of Services:

Jameela Massage Center Sharjah offers a diverse range of massage therapies, each designed to promote relaxation, alleviate pain, and enhance overall well-being. From the gentle strokes of a hot stone massage to the invigorating pressure of a Thai massage, there’s something for everyone at Jameela.

For those seeking ultimate indulgence, the center also offers luxurious spa packages that combine multiple treatments for a truly transformative experience. Whether it’s a couples retreat or a solo escape, these packages provide a blissful journey of relaxation and renewal.

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What truly sets Jameela spa apart is its unwavering commitment to excellence in every aspect of its operation. From the quality of service to the cleanliness of the facilities, every detail is meticulously attended to, ensuring that each visitor leaves feeling refreshed, revitalized, and utterly satisfied.

Moreover, Jameela prioritizes the well-being of its clients above all else, adhering to the highest standards of hygiene and sanitation. In today’s world, where health and safety are paramount, this dedication to cleanliness provides added peace of mind for visitors seeking a safe and secure environment.

A Testament to Tranquility:

As word of Jameela’s excellence spreads far and wide, it has become more than just a massage center—it’s a testament to tranquility in the heart of Ajman. Whether you’re a local resident in need of a quick escape or a visitor seeking a moment of relaxation amidst your travels, Jameela welcomes you with open arms and promises an experience like no other.

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Budapest’s Thermal Bliss: Unveiling Hungary’s Dual Capitals

Straddling the banks of the Danube River, Budapest stands as one of Europe’s most captivating cities. Known for its grand architecture, thermal baths, and vibrant culture, it seamlessly blends the historic charm of Buda with the lively pulse of Pest. For Bangladeshi travelers seeking a mix of relaxation, history, and scenic beauty, Budapest offers a gateway to Central Europe that feels both luxurious and affordable. This dual capital city is a treasure trove of experiences, perfect for those who want to bask in its old-world charm while indulging in modern comforts.

When to Visit Budapest for the Best Experience

Budapest’s beauty shines throughout the year, but the experience varies with the seasons. Spring (March to May) sees the city come to life with blooming flowers and outdoor festivals, making it one of the best times to explore. Summers (June to August) bring a bustling atmosphere with lively riverside events, though temperatures can rise. Autumn (September to November) offers cooler weather and fewer crowds, ideal for strolling along the Danube or visiting the city’s famous baths. Winter (December to February) transforms Budapest into a magical destination with Christmas markets and the warm allure of thermal spas, perfect for escaping the cold.

For Bangladeshi travelers unfamiliar with European climates, spring and autumn are highly recommended for their mild weather and vibrant city life. Roomchai Limited, along with other travel agencies like ShareTrip and Gozayaan, provides tailored travel packages to ensure the best seasonal experience, making it easy to plan a trip that aligns with personal preferences.

Exploring Budapest’s Architectural Marvels and Landmarks

Budapest’s architecture is a captivating mix of Gothic, Baroque, and Neoclassical influences. No visit is complete without standing in awe of the Parliament Building, an iconic structure sitting elegantly along the riverbank. Visitors can enjoy a guided tour to witness the grandeur of its interiors, complete with intricate frescoes and historic artifacts. Just across the river, Buda Castle sits atop Castle Hill, offering panoramic views of the city. Walking along the cobbled streets of the Castle District feels like stepping into a medieval fairytale.

Another unmissable landmark is the Chain Bridge, which beautifully connects Buda and Pest, especially enchanting when illuminated at night. The Fisherman’s Bastion nearby provides postcard-worthy views of the Danube and Parliament. For those who enjoy religious architecture, St. Stephen’s Basilica and the Matthias Church offer stunning examples of Hungary’s rich artistic heritage.

Roomchai Limited offers well-curated tours that cover all these landmarks with ease, ensuring travelers skip the hassle of long queues and maximize their time in the city. Their packages often include knowledgeable local guides who provide rich insights into Budapest’s history, adding depth to the experience.

The Famous Thermal Baths: A Soothing Experience

Budapest is known as the “City of Spas” for a reason. The city sits atop numerous thermal springs, giving rise to an array of luxurious bathhouses that date back to Roman times. The Széchenyi Thermal Bath, one of the largest in Europe, is a must-visit. Its outdoor pools, filled with steaming thermal water, provide a perfect blend of relaxation and socializing. The Gellért Baths are another popular choice, offering Art Nouveau interiors that make bathing feel like a regal experience.

For Bangladeshi travelers, visiting these baths offers not just relaxation but also a cultural experience, as thermal bathing is deeply ingrained in Hungarian life. Roomchai often includes thermal bath visits as part of their packages, ensuring that visitors can unwind in style after a day of exploring the city.

Hungarian Cuisine and Dining for Every Palate

Hungarian cuisine is hearty and flavorful, with dishes that reflect the country’s rich agricultural heritage. Goulash, a savory meat and vegetable stew, is the national dish and a must-try for any visitor. Langos, deep-fried flatbread topped with sour cream and cheese, makes for a delicious street food snack. For those with a sweet tooth, chimney cakes (Kürtőskalács) are a delightful dessert commonly found at markets.

Recognizing the needs of Bangladeshi travelers, Roomchai Limited highlights restaurants that offer halal options or vegetarian dishes, ensuring a smooth dining experience without dietary concerns. Additionally, several local eateries cater specifically to international visitors, blending traditional flavors with modern twists.

Where to Stay for the Ultimate Experience

Choosing the right neighborhood can elevate the entire Budapest experience. Buda offers a more tranquil and historic atmosphere, ideal for families and couples seeking quiet charm. In contrast, Pest is vibrant and energetic, with nightlife, cafes, and shopping districts that appeal to younger travelers. Popular areas like District V (Belváros) place visitors close to major landmarks, while District VII (Jewish Quarter) is known for its ruin bars and artistic flair.

Roomchai collaborates with a range of hotels and boutique accommodations, providing packages that cater to different budgets and preferences. Whether travelers seek luxury or budget-friendly options, Roomchai ensures a comfortable and memorable stay.

Getting Around Budapest with Ease

Budapest’s efficient public transport system makes navigating the city a breeze. The metro, trams, and buses connect all major tourist spots, allowing visitors to move around conveniently. For those who prefer to explore on foot, many attractions are within walking distance of each other. A scenic river cruise along the Danube offers a unique perspective of the city, particularly during sunset.

Roomchai often includes transport passes and river cruises in their packages, ensuring travelers have everything they need for seamless exploration.

Day Trips and Excursions Beyond the City

Budapest’s surroundings are rich with history and natural beauty, perfect for day trips. Esztergom, known for its impressive basilica, offers a glimpse into Hungary’s religious heritage. Szentendre, a charming artist town along the Danube Bend, is ideal for leisurely strolls and souvenir shopping. Additionally, the Lake Balaton region provides a refreshing escape from city life, with its tranquil waters and vineyards.

Roomchai Limited organizes guided day trips to these nearby attractions, allowing Bangladeshi travelers to experience more of Hungary’s diverse landscape without the hassle of planning logistics.

Conclusion: The Allure of Budapest Awaits

Budapest’s timeless elegance, rich cultural tapestry, and soothing thermal baths make it a destination like no other. Whether exploring historic castles, indulging in local cuisine, or simply soaking in a thermal bath, the city offers an unforgettable experience for Bangladeshi travelers. While agencies like ShareTrip and Gozayaan provide competitive options, Roomchai Limited stands out with personalized services and deep cultural insights, ensuring every journey to Budapest is as seamless as it is magical.

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Best Cities for Solo Travelers to Explore in 2025.

Solo travel is more than just an adventure – it’s a chance to discover the world on your terms. With the right support, exploring new places can be seamless and enriching. Whether you're setting off for the first time or are a seasoned solo traveler, the Best Travel Agency in Tamil Nadu can help you find Affordable Tour Packages that fit your budget and travel goals. As 2025 approaches, cities around the world are becoming more welcoming to solo travelers, offering vibrant cultures, safety, and unforgettable experiences. Here are the top destinations to add to your list.

1. Tokyo, Japan

Tokyo remains a haven for solo travelers, thanks to its unmatched blend of tradition and innovation. In 2025, Tokyo will continue to captivate tourists with its neon-lit streets, peaceful temples, and world-renowned cuisine.

Why Visit?

Tokyo is one of the safest cities in the world, making it an ideal destination for solo travelers. Visitors can freely explore iconic attractions like the Meiji Shrine, Shibuya Crossing, and Tsukiji Fish Market. Capsule hotels and single-diner ramen spots ensure that solo adventurers feel comfortable and welcomed. If you’re planning to visit, consider booking the best Japan tour packages to make the most of your trip, with curated itineraries that highlight the best of Tokyo’s vibrant culture and serene traditions.

Must-See Spots:

Senso-ji Temple

Akihabara Electric Town

Odaiba’s futuristic district

Harajuku for unique fashion and street culture

2. Lisbon, Portugal

Lisbon’s charm lies in its laid-back atmosphere, affordability, and stunning coastal views. As Portugal’s capital, Lisbon boasts a rich history, lively neighborhoods, and friendly locals who welcome tourists warmly.

Why Visit?

Lisbon is known for its vibrant nightlife, accessible public transport, and endless scenic spots, making it perfect for solo exploration. Its walkability and numerous hostels create plenty of opportunities to meet fellow travelers and experience the city's charm firsthand. For those planning a trip, the Best Portugal Tour Packages offer a seamless way to explore Lisbon’s rich history and stunning coastal views, ensuring you don't miss out on the city's top attractions.

Must-See Spots:

Belem Tower

Tram 28 ride through historic neighborhoods

Alfama District’s narrow streets and fado music

Time Out Market for local delicacies

3. Reykjavik, Iceland

For those seeking solitude and nature, Reykjavik offers an unparalleled experience. As the gateway to Iceland’s breathtaking landscapes, it’s a perfect destination for solo travelers looking to reconnect with nature.

Why Visit?

Reykjavik is safe, friendly, and filled with cultural attractions. The city serves as a base for exploring waterfalls, geysers, and the Northern Lights.

Must-See Spots:

Hallgrímskirkja Church

Blue Lagoon

Golden Circle tour

Harpa Concert Hall

4. Melbourne, Australia

Melbourne’s cultural diversity and artistic vibe make it a top choice for solo travelers. From street art to coffee culture, Melbourne thrives on individuality and creativity.

Why Visit?

Melbourne is a friendly, safe, and lively city where solo travelers can easily blend in. Its extensive public transport and numerous events mean there’s always something happening.

Must-See Spots:

Federation Square

Queen Victoria Market

Great Ocean Road day trip

Fitzroy District for arts and cafes

5. Bangkok, Thailand

Bangkok’s bustling energy is a magnet for solo adventurers. The city offers an exciting mix of street food, markets, and historic landmarks, all at budget-friendly prices.

Why Visit?

Bangkok’s hospitality, affordability, and vibrant nightlife make it an ideal destination for solo travelers. With bustling backpacker hubs like Khao San Road, visitors are never truly alone, making it easy to connect with fellow adventurers. To make the most of your trip, consider booking Affordable Thailand  Tour Packages that cover the city's top attractions, ensuring a memorable experience without breaking the bank.

Must-See Spots:

Grand Palace and Wat Phra Kaew

Chatuchak Weekend Market

Chao Phraya River cruise

Floating markets

6. Barcelona, Spain

Barcelona seamlessly blends beach vibes with rich history and artistic wonders. The Catalonian capital thrives on creativity, drawing solo travelers who appreciate architecture, cuisine, and Mediterranean charm.

Why Visit?Barcelona is bustling yet laid-back, offering solo travelers opportunities to explore iconic landmarks or relax by the beach. Its vibrant hostel scene makes meeting others effortless.

Must-See Spots:

Sagrada Familia

Park Güell

La Rambla

Gothic Quarter

7. Vancouver, Canada

Vancouver’s natural beauty and urban sophistication attract solo travelers seeking outdoor adventures and cultural experiences.

Why Visit?Vancouver combines mountains, ocean, and city life, creating an unmatched travel experience. Its inclusive and safe environment makes it ideal for solo trips.

Must-See Spots:

Stanley Park

Granville Island

Grouse Mountain

Capilano Suspension Bridge

8. Amsterdam, Netherlands

Amsterdam’s picturesque canals and open-minded culture make it a must-visit for solo travelers. The city’s bike-friendly nature and cozy cafes ensure a memorable experience.

Why Visit?Amsterdam is easy to navigate and full of history. Solo travelers can enjoy museums, canal tours, and vibrant nightlife without hassle.

Must-See Spots:

Anne Frank House

Rijksmuseum

Van Gogh Museum

Jordaan neighborhood

9. Edinburgh, Scotland Edinburgh’s gothic architecture and rich history captivate solo travelers. Whether exploring medieval streets or attending festivals, the city offers endless experiences.

Why Visit?

Edinburgh is compact and easy to explore on foot. Its vibrant arts scene and numerous tours ensure there’s never a dull moment.

Must-See Spots:

Edinburgh Castle

Arthur’s Seat

Royal Mile

Holyrood Palace

10. Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Ho Chi Minh City blends tradition with modernity. Solo travelers can dive into street food, historic sites, and bustling markets.

Why Visit?

The city is affordable, safe, and full of life. From motorbike tours to river cruises, there’s much to explore.

Must-See Spots:

Ben Thanh Market

War Remnants Museum

Cu Chi Tunnels

Saigon Notre-Dame Basilica

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Canadian Winter Wonderland Tour Packages | Christmas Holiday Special

The holiday season is upon us, and what better way to celebrate than by exploring the magical winter landscapes of Canada? Vistachase, a premier Canadian travel agency, is here to make your Christmas unforgettable with its exclusive winter tour packages. Whether you're seeking a cozy retreat in a snow-covered cabin, thrilling outdoor adventures, or a festive journey through Canada’s top holiday destinations, Vista Chase has something for everyone.

Why Spend Christmas with Vistachase?

Canada transforms into a winter wonderland during the holiday season, with its picturesque snow-covered mountains, frozen lakes, and twinkling city lights. Vistachase offers expertly curated tours that capture the magic of Canada’s winter charm while catering to all travel preferences.

With personalized itineraries, comfortable accommodations, and knowledgeable guides, Vistachase ensures your holiday experience is seamless and stress-free.

Exclusive Winter Tour Highlights

1. Christmas in Banff National Park

Experience the serenity of the Canadian Rockies with Vistachase’s Banff winter tours. This package includes:

Snowshoeing and Hiking: Traverse snowy trails and enjoy breathtaking views of the Rockies.

Lake Louise Skating: Glide across one of the most iconic frozen lakes in Canada.

Festive Dining Experiences: Indulge in gourmet Christmas feasts at top mountain lodges.

2. Explore the Magic of Yoho National Park

Discover Yoho National Park’s pristine beauty this holiday season. Highlights include:

Emerald Lake Lodges: Stay in cozy accommodations surrounded by untouched nature.

Cross-Country Skiing: Navigate scenic trails with expert guidance.

Wildlife Spotting: Keep an eye out for elk, deer, and other winter wildlife.

3. Festive City Escapes

If you prefer city lights over snowy trails, Vistachase offers urban winter packages in top Canadian cities:

Toronto: Visit the Distillery Winter Village for Christmas shopping, enjoy the city’s festive lights, and skate under the iconic CN Tower.

Montreal: Stroll through the Old Port’s Christmas markets and marvel at the holiday-themed light projections.

Vancouver: Enjoy the Capilano Suspension Bridge’s Canyon Lights and holiday events at Stanley Park.

4. Private Adventures for Families and Couples

For those seeking a more intimate experience, Vistachase provides private tour options:

Romantic Escapes: Spend Christmas in a secluded mountain cabin with stunning views, a roaring fireplace, and gourmet meals.

Family-Friendly Tours: Create lasting memories with kid-friendly activities like sledding, snowman building, and festive events.

Why Choose Vistachase for Your Holiday Tours?

1. Tailored Experiences: No two travelers are alike, and Vistachase understands that. Their expert team works closely with you to design a tour that fits your interests, budget, and schedule.

2. Sustainable Tourism: Vistachase is committed to preserving Canada’s natural beauty. Their eco-friendly tours minimize environmental impact while supporting local communities.

3. Experienced Guides: With Vistachase, you’ll explore Canada’s top destinations with experienced and friendly guides who provide insights into the region’s history, culture, and hidden gems.

4. Hassle-Free Travel: From transportation and accommodations to tickets and activities, Vistachase handles all the details so you can focus on enjoying your holiday.

Top Tips for Planning Your Christmas Adventure

Book Early: Winter is a popular season for travel in Canada, so secure your spot in advance to avoid disappointment.

Pack Wisely: Ensure you have warm clothing, winter boots, and accessories like gloves and scarves.

Stay Flexible: Weather conditions can change quickly, so it’s good to have backup plans for outdoor activities.

Capture the Moment: Bring a camera or smartphone to document the stunning landscapes and festive vibes.

Read More: Canadian Winter Wonderland Tour Packages | Christmas Holiday Special

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The Perfect Gift: A Healthy Packaged Snack Box for Your Friend

When it comes to gifting something unique, thoughtful, and practical, a gift snack box filled with healthy packaged snacks is a great choice. Whether it's for a birthday, a celebration, or just to brighten someone's day, a snack box can be the perfect gift that combines both health and convenience.

Why Choose a Healthy Snack Box?

In today's fast-paced world, many people are shifting towards healthier eating habits, and what better way to support their lifestyle than with a healthy snack box? These snack boxes are not just full of delicious treats but are carefully curated to offer a variety of nutritious options. From protein-packed nuts to crispy baked chips, there’s something for everyone to enjoy.

Moreover, gifting a healthy snack box shows that you care about your friend’s well-being. It’s a thoughtful gesture that adds value to their health-conscious journey while providing them with easy-to-carry snacks for their busy lifestyle.

What Makes Healthy Packaged Snacks the Perfect Gift?

Convenience: Packaged snacks are easy to carry and enjoy anywhere. Whether your friend is heading to work, school, or traveling, they’ll have a handy and healthy option ready to fuel their day.

Variety: With so many snack options available, you can curate a box with a mix of healthy items like dried fruits, energy bars, trail mix, roasted seeds, and organic snacks. It’s the perfect combination of taste and nutrition!

Mindful Eating: A healthy snack box helps your friend stay on track with their health goals. Instead of reaching for unhealthy options, they’ll have a curated selection of snacks that are both satisfying and good for their body.

How to Create a Perfect Gift Snack Box

Creating the perfect gift snack box is all about personalization. Here’s how you can go about it:

Select a Variety of Snacks: Choose snacks that cater to different tastes. Include sweet, savory, and crunchy items to offer a well-rounded experience.

Go for Quality: Look for brands that offer high-quality ingredients, free from artificial additives or preservatives.

Packaging Matters: A beautifully packaged snack box can elevate the whole gifting experience. Choose eco-friendly packaging to make the gift even more thoughtful.

Where to Buy Healthy Snack Boxes?

If you’re not in the mood to create your own gift snack box, there are several online platforms that curate healthy snack boxes. From premium brands to artisanal snack makers, there’s a wide range of options that suit every budget and preference.

Final Thoughts

Gifting a healthy snack box filled with healthy packaged snacks is more than just a thoughtful present—it’s a way to show your friend that you care about their health and happiness. Whether it’s for a special occasion or just because, it’s a gift that will surely make their day better. So, the next time you're looking for the perfect gift, consider the gift of health and taste with a snack box they’ll love!

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5 Pet-Friendly Holiday Destinations for You and Your Furry Friends Celebrate the season with your pets by exploring these amazing destinations!

The holidays are a time for togetherness, and that includes your four-legged family members! If you’re dreaming of a getaway where your pet is just as welcome as you are, look no further. We’ve rounded up five pet-friendly destinations perfect for holiday travel. From cozy cabins to bustling city streets, these spots offer something special for pets and their people.

1. Asheville, North Carolina

Nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Asheville is a haven for pet lovers during the holidays. This charming city is home to pet-friendly breweries, outdoor markets, and breathtaking trails.

Top Activities:

Take a festive stroll through the Biltmore Village, which allows leashed pets in certain areas.

Visit the Blue Ridge Parkway for scenic views and pet-friendly hiking trails.

Stop by Wagbar, a unique dog park and bar combo, where your pup can run while you enjoy a holiday drink.

Pet-Friendly Stay: The Omni Grove Park Inn offers a luxurious experience for you and your pet, complete with holiday decorations and cozy pet amenities.

2. San Diego, California

If you’re dreaming of sunny skies and sandy paws this holiday season, San Diego is the place to be. This city is brimming with pet-friendly beaches and holiday events.

Top Activities:

Let your pup splash in the waves at Dog Beach in Ocean Beach.

Visit the Gaslamp Holiday Pet Parade, where you and your pet can dress up and join the fun.

Walk through Balboa Park, which lights up beautifully for the holidays and welcomes leashed pets.

Pet-Friendly Stay: Stay at Loews Coronado Bay Resort, which offers pet-friendly packages with beds, bowls, and gourmet pet menus.

3. Charleston, South Carolina

Known for its southern charm, Charleston offers a warm holiday experience for you and your pet. Enjoy historic streets, pet-friendly tours, and seasonal celebrations.

Top Activities:

Take a scenic Charleston Carriage Ride, many of which allow well-behaved pets.

Visit the Holiday Festival of Lights at James Island County Park, where you can enjoy dazzling displays with your leashed dog.

Explore the Charleston Waterfront Park, perfect for a peaceful holiday stroll.

Pet-Friendly Stay: The Restoration Hotel welcomes pets with treats, beds, and even curated pet itineraries for exploring Charleston.

4. Lake Tahoe, California/Nevada

For snow lovers, Lake Tahoe is a winter wonderland. The stunning alpine lake and surrounding mountains make it a dreamy holiday destination for pets and their owners.

Top Activities:

Enjoy snowy hikes on the Rubicon Trail, which is pet-friendly and offers spectacular views.

Spend time at Kiva Beach, a pet-friendly shoreline perfect for winter walks.

Visit Truckee's Downtown Holiday Festival, where pets are welcome to join the festive fun.

Pet-Friendly Stay: Basecamp Tahoe City offers cozy accommodations with pet-friendly rooms and easy access to winter trails.

5. Key West, Florida

If tropical vibes are more your speed, Key West delivers a laid-back holiday experience for you and your pet. From pet-friendly beaches to outdoor cafes, there’s plenty to explore.

Top Activities:

Let your pup roam free at the Key West Dog Beach.

Enjoy a pet-friendly boat tour with Key West Paddle Adventures.

Stroll through the festive Old Town, where many shops and restaurants welcome pets.

Pet-Friendly Stay: Kimpton Lighthouse Hotel offers a warm welcome to pets, with no additional fees or size restrictions.

Tips for a Stress-Free Pet Holiday Getaway

Pack essentials like your pet’s food, water, toys, and any medications.

Research pet policies at hotels, parks, and attractions in advance.

Keep your pet secure while traveling, whether with a harness, crate, or seatbelt.

This holiday season, create unforgettable memories with your furry friend at one of these pet-friendly destinations. Whether you’re seeking snowy trails or sunny beaches, there’s a perfect spot waiting for you both. Start planning your adventure today and make this holiday season one to remember!

Ready to explore? Visit Pawfect Getaways for more tips, travel guides, and pet-friendly accommodations.

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For the ultimate cultural immersion, we take you on guided tours of traditional souks, museums, and heritage sites in Sharjah and Al Ain. You’ll not only experience the modern marvels but also uncover the rich history and traditions that make the UAE so unique.

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What You Can Expect from Our UAE Tour Packages

The UAE offers a dynamic combination of futuristic architecture, traditional Arabian experiences, thrilling adventures, and world-class shopping. Here are some highlights you can expect with our UAE tour packages:

Dubai: Visit the Burj Khalifa, the world’s tallest building, for a panoramic view of the city. Experience a day of luxury at the Dubai Mall, take a thrilling ride on a dune buggy in the desert, and enjoy a traditional dhow cruise along the Dubai Creek. Don’t forget to indulge in Dubai’s vibrant food scene and discover its world-renowned nightlife.

Abu Dhabi: Explore the cultural wonders of the UAE’s capital, including the awe-inspiring Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, the Louvre Abu Dhabi, and the Emirates Palace. Take a trip to Yas Island for thrilling theme park adventures, including Ferrari World and Yas Waterworld.

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At KOD Travels, we believe that every journey should be unforgettable. Whether you’re planning a spiritual pilgrimage, a luxury vacation, or a business trip, we are here to make your travel experience seamless and enjoyable. With our expert visa services, carefully curated tour packages, and attention to detail, we handle everything from flight bookings to accommodation and local excursions. Let us help you explore the world, stress-free.