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superbpudding · 1 month ago

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I didn't had any ideas for the image so today here's just yiik text post, topic being: CattyWarrior

So uhh, CattyWarrior is another YT channel who posts mysterious videos about yiik, however unlike Year of Chen their videos are waaaay more mysterious and im like 1000% sure they are a paid actor or something cause what Year of Chen posted are things that are currently in game, while CattyWarrior videos have some insane shit that aren't in game.Their videos have strange shit happening almost every minute so it's gonna be a long post.

So, the first video: yiik secret ending proof for lokocats , i have no ide who lokocats is and i couldn't find a related youtube channe. First strange thing in the video is that the version in main menu is said to be 1.02, it's strange counting the first of all first version being available on pc is 1.03(iirc) and also because there's golden alpaca on the background, which was added in 1.25 btw, the main menu also having references section in it was also added in 1.25. The "load game" section is really weird too counting there's a 404 level save file with NG+++ with the + increasing not being a thing in game.The first "Marcus" save file also doesn't have play time at all.The save file being loaded has "Semi" name white.

When game is loaded you can also notice the Golden Alpaca on the christmas tree, which was too added only in 1.25, alongside the ost playing. Upon opening ONISM1999 we can see already 3 posts that aren't there in game:

The "SELLING REAL ALIENS" post is similar to an unsued ONISM post you can find in game called "ALIEN FOR SALE!!! $3500 springfield Colorado", however the name is different. Author of the video opens the "KNN Building Pictures" post, it's ID is 36519 which is shared by the exisitng post "The Death of Semi Pak"

text recreation of the post:

reactionnod

I was disappointed that there wasn't any photohparhics of the building Elevator Girl worked at, so i decided hey, why don't i do it myself? (You're welcome.) I had to go there late at night. No one was there. Pretty creepy to explrore, I half expected a poltergeist to leap out at me!

vividappears

The building isn't big enough to have an elevator, and I don't see any elevators in the images.I think concretely proves the EG video didn't take palce here. How did you get in the building???

reactionnod

I met someone who told me to met them at "the end of the world", and I did.They gave me the keys to the building.They were pretty damn creepy but the silver lining is that it led to these exlclusive pics!

This post is weird as hell because there's no signs of such post existing in game's files and also mention of "someone who told me to met them at the end of the world" which seems to be the Dax NPC who's connected to Ending 3, reactionnod also mentions that Dax gave him keys to the KNN building, which is weird counting how in game Dax mentions that he will give keys to The Tower.

After leaving the post it also gets the fire icon next to it, showing that it's a guest.

They then leave the house and appear outside like as if when you leave house on the last day after talking to Sammy, main difference being is that it looks like it's day in house and that you don't have acess to Claudio's car. The ocean in video also doesn't flicker which is what also happens in the first "ending 3" video which is mysterious as hell too. They then go to walk on water near the tower, however they instead go to the Factory Hotel through some gap in colliders(which isn't there in game btw), upon entering it there's this scene which looks really weird, first of all because of the colors and also because the hooded Alex near the doors that shouldn't be there is still there. Oh also the Old Frankton theme plays on the background. Also there's the staircase to Sammy's room which was too added only in 1.25.

They then open the menu where we can see them having only Alex and "Semi" in their party, "Semi" pressumbly being The Player character tho they don't have an icon.

The video ends on this.

The second video is "yiik misc secrets clips", the first part of the video seems pretty normal with OP showcaing the old mountain town cave pax demo while having "trial version" text on the bottom right. Also the text and textures of this pax demo are still in game's files so theoretically a normal user could too get an acess to it by manipulating the save file.The they open ONISM and explicetly check the unused "Collector seeking" post, which is strange on itself but the post is still in the game's files and can too get viewed by save file manipulations.The text in the post and it's id also align with what there is in game's files. Buuut then the video cuts to black for few seconds and we're back at the "1.02" title screen with Golden Alpaca so here comes the weird stuff.The save files list is also exactly the same as in the previous video, including the playtime. This time however another save file loaded, that being the "Marcus" with 76 hours play time, LV 404 and NG+++. Unlike last video it takes place at night with dad at home like it is usually in game, they open ONISM1999 and there are is again an ONISM post that isn't there at all in game(also sorry for the low quality of screenshots but the video is 480p so it's literally the best quality there is):

"What was Jay-Hwa Wen doing?" which is opened by the OP. Posts's ID being 97570 which is shared in game by the post "Unseen32 and Better Endings".

Text recreation of said post:

Expensivedick

On september 21st a woman named Jae-Hwa Wen disappeared. A few days ago, october 6, her body was found. Their parents were shocken by their horrible fate. BUt did you know about her satanistic beliefs and worldview? Candles and pentagrams have been found in her otherwise barren room. And a lot of DMT. There's more to the story than her just dying. But You guys don't care about that. You think thats all there is to the story. Maybe it's because All of you have such a viagara filled addiction to EG, and can't even think to investiage in anything else. But once semi's body is found, it's on to the next. Fuck you guys.

eightmallet

Sometimes things are just fascinating. We don't do this because it's a job, it's just a fun thing to do with our time. We know what happened to Jae-Hwa. SHe commited suicide. Her family will never have closure. But you have to move on from that. There's NO NEED to investigate what led to that point. the ending to her story has been found. So fuck YOU for trying to shame people for trying to care about some bitch you probably have a hard on for too.

novelgranola

I think @Expensivedick has a point. We don't have to focus on the EG girl all the time. Who knows, maybe solving other mysteries will lead us to what happened to the EG? I feel as if this is all apart of the plan. We're getting closer to finding her every day.

Want to point out how the title of the post says "Jay-Hwa" while in post itslef it's "Jae-Hwa", also Jae-Hwa Wan was mentioned in one of already existing ONISM posts in game! In "The Death of Semi Pak" she is mentioned by opulentowel to be the one who's body was actually found instead of it being the body of Sammy, the dates in these posts are also different, while in "What was Jay-Hwa Wen doing?" it's stated that her day of disappearance is september 21st and day of body being found october 6, while in "The Death of Semi Pak" it's October 13 and September 18. After leaving the post it's also marked by fire icon, again showing how it's a guest. Then they leave the computer entirely and go to Mind Dungeon(thing you can't do in this moment of the game), showcasing the unused Krow monologue, they also seem to skip some random lines which i think may have some implications in them. After the Krow monologue ends the current floor is displayed as -1, which doesn't align with LV being 404 in the save files list. They then go to Alex's room and open their inventory, showing weird F, G and W items, with F being a food, all 3 of these have description "???" and restore 50% hp and pp.

We can also then see Alex with LV -1, wich aligns with the Mind Dungeon.

They then go to the Config menu and use the exit option, interestingly that right before they chose "YES" you can hear Spectre Sammy saying "Wait-", which is from her monologue in Ending 1. Game loads to Title screen and the video ends. The video's desciption reads "other versions communicate and modify the main branch. ala stop and stop. will upload cave when i get the time" which is reaaaally interesting to me, counting that in it author confirms the version of the game is somewhat modified, also the "other versions commuication" sounds really weird. Personally i have a theory that we may need to get acess to some beta-branch of yiik by putting some special code or smth in steam-beta code section, mainly cause of the mention of "main branch", implying other branches.

Third video, "yiik sammy successful attempt. This video starts in already really weird way, not only is the title screen same as in previous videos with 1.02.1 version but Spectre Sammy is missing there, with Alex being on her usual position instead. The save files list is different now, with the first "Marcus" save now turning white too and being LV6 NG+, still having no play time.

Choosing it OP is loaded in Wind Town during night, suggesting that it takes place during Chapter 2. However there's another oddity right away with them opening the character menu for a second, showing how there's no Rory in the party which he should be in at that point of the game.

We can also notice that the ost "Creepy Evening" which should play at this point doesn't play with only the night ambience being present. Also the "welcome" sign says "Population 14" instead of 15, with it changing to 14 only in Chapter 3.

Then they leave Windtown which is something you can't do during night since there will be an invisible Rory telling you that his sister didn't go this way before she died(btw this popup appears even if you're in Chapter 5 and Rory is dead) which results in

Also want to note how the ocean flickers here. They then go to the bus station, however during that on 0:40 there's a time skip from where Alex stands instantly to the bus station, OP talk about that in comments as "got into an encounter that was pretty much unrelated so i cut it out. i can reupload that part if you want to see it but its not really anything" which is really weird thing to say counting how there aren't encounters when the world is broken and also it skips to after the fight ends. Upon entering the bus stop OP stands for few seconds and then interacts with it, in the menu the Strip mall is also an available option, another Chapter 3 thig.

However they instead chose Frankton aaand go to the Old Frankton.

Interesting part of that is that there are no Wilfrid or Essentia 2000, meaning it isn't the usualy Old Frankton ending. They also then go to Alex's old house instead in it which is usually isn't interactable.

Which results in Alex going to the current version of his house, night.

They also then go open ONISM1999 where we can see 3 familiar posts that appear in the first video.

They open "What was Jay-Hwa Wen doing?" post wich has same ID and contents as in the first video, so im not gonna rewrite that again. OP then closes ONISM and goes to Mind Dungeon with current floor showing as 6, aligning with the save files list. They then encourage their friends to level up which in results in this screen, which is weird counting how currently they don't have Rory, Claudio and Chondra in their party.

They enter the Mind Dungeon halls while having 5021 EXP, they level up and have a Mind Dungeon interaction that isn't in the game. The Librarian is speaking and her ost is playing alongside with background having bookshelves, however her talking sprite isn't present similar to interactions with the Disembodied Voice, Demented Voice and the Dungeon Master. Her monologue reads:

"So you're positive you've figured out the question? Do you really think you can solve the mystery?Are you ready to come find me yet? I haven't even finished dusting all these books…I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. I'm afraid to admit this, but what you've done. It's giving me anxiety. Don't you feel it too? This feeling of being completely trapped… Don't you wish you could just…disappear, and get away from it all? That's a dumb question. I shouldn't even be asking that. I know that's exactly how you feel right now."

CattyWarrior then goes to Alex's room and opens the menu, we can see that Rory, Claudio and Chondra are in their party despite them not being there at the start of the video.They open Items menu with no unusual items in them, however when they close it and go back to the party menu we can notice that it's bigger than usual with now appeared Marcus(Alex), Adam(Michael), Leslie(Vella), Deva(Claudio) and Trevor(Chondra) with also having only the Alex Michael and Vella as party members from chapters 1-5, wich also aligns with only them being in party at the start of the video. Author opens the config menu and the exit game menu in it, they wait and reopen it few times until they hear Spectre Sammy saying "Wait, don't go! I need to talk to you" like in the first video, however this time they don't close the game and instead close the menu and go check for Spectre Sammy. Also when they open the Config menu the room becomes noticebly brighter than before which remains after they close it. They go to the first floor and we can see Spectre Sammy standing in front of the TV.

They then go and talk with her, however this is where the video ends, only thing we can see about their dialogue is that Alex is the first one to talk, while he doesn't talk at all in the usual Spectre Sammy interaction. The video description is empty but i really want to point out our already known youtuber Year of Chen appearing in comment sections, they appeared in previous video's comment section too but it wasn't really that notable, while the comment they left under this video says "Thank you for posting this. I enjoy your videos. Did you ever get around to recording Cave? I haven't been able to connect Prime to the main branch." the last sentence yet again refering to connecting different branches of the game, which Year of Chen seems to be aware of.

The fourth video, isaac bugged respawn. It's really short and isn't even about YIIK so i don't have much to say about it, there's no sound in the video however at the end there's this really weird visual bug happening upon Isaac's death:

I have no idea what is that supposed to mean, tho there may be connection between TBoI and YIIK counting how both are inspired by Zelda games.

Finally, the last 5fth video: IM IN THE YIIK DEMO... , the most recent one. The video seems to take place in the YIIK Nameless Psychosis, AKA I.V demo, in it CattyWarrior does some parkour moves to walk past Dali and instead clip through the Factory Hotel and go to the place behind that(which you can do btw even in the current version). They end up in seemingly not intended place however there's an unusually looking Sparking Entity standing there, they talk with it and it seems that it's the CattyWarrior themselves.

Their monologue reads:

"Hey, what's up. What are you doing back here? Don't tell me-you're trying to intentionally break reality, right? Listen, keep this on the down low but… I got something you might've been looking for. It might help you out… check it!"

After that Alex gets...Aviatros.....

They spin in happines, the video ends. Im sad to say that but the video title lies and you can't meet CattyWarrior and get the Aviators in NP. However unlike previous versions there is an unique interaction if you go to where CattyWarrior goes in this video, you will get....

3 Cat Tails....personally this thing makes me believe that CattyWarrior is somehow connected to the devs. Lastly i want to talk about commen section under this video. There is an angry comment by some angry guy but what matters isn't it's contents but Catty's replies:

"I can assure you that I am not a developer! And my other vidz showcase certain parts that I have found that no one else has found. i like the thrill of the hunt so i only post pieces to give clues. Im sad you talk so negatively about this game when i found it to be quite enjoyable. there are fans way more into it than i am who weirdly havent found the ending yet. I think its a lack of thinking the way that I do :3 You do seem to be confused however so ill let you in on a lil secret. this is not the ending you are thinking of.

They dont relaly care about people finding the ending or not. This is why they havent talked about it any further. (=^ ◡ ^=)"

Im not sure if i should believe Catty about not being a developer but sure ig, there is really an interesting part of it being "this is not the ending you are thinking of", implying that the Old Frankton ending and Ultima ending are possibly not the one that CattyWarrior videos hint to.

#yiik

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 11 months ago

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Tell a Story With a Taste- Jasco pt 1

THE JASCO REVIVAL IS UPON US!! Here's the first chapter of the Cooking Channel AU. The title comes from Waitress the Musical, thank you to Juno and Luna for the suggestion (since y'all sent the exact same suggestion at the same time lmao)

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“What should I bring to Deja’s dinner party?” Bosco asked both her roommates as she looked at the text invite on her phone.

“Some nice napkins would be good,” Daya responded, not looking up from her laptop.

“Maybe some extra Tupperware, too,” Willow added from her place on the recliner, looking through the Netflix menu.

“I meant as in food.” Bosco said with a sigh, “I can’t just show up to a potluck with decorative napkins and call it a day.”

Her two roommates looked over to her spot on the couch, “It’s better than potentially giving our friends food poisoning.” Willow said.

“I’ve never given anyone food poisoning, thank you very much.”

“Only because Kerri realized that the chicken you made was still raw and nobody wanted salmonella,” Daya said as she closed her laptop. “My sister said that Jo-Ann’s has some seasonal napkins on sale this week. Maybe bring some fake flowers, too,” she said with a smirk.

“You two are hilarious,” Bosco sarcastically said, sitting up hoping to be taken more seriously. “I’m not that bad at cooking.”

“We barely trust you alone with the toaster, and the microwave is still questionable,” Willow said, settling on an old thriller movie.

Bosco watched the beginning of the movie absent-mindedly as she thought to herself for a few moments.

It’s not that she always hated cooking, she just never needed to learn how to do it. Growing up, she was never interested in watching how dinner was made every night. Her parents taught her older sister, Irene, how to cook before moving out, but she was never interested in joining.

As she watched the killer in the movie take its first victim, a realization hit her.

It’s never too late to learn, and the internet was right at her fingertips.

After the movie finished, Bosco snuck off to her room and told her roommates that she was going to bed early. “I have an early shift tomorrow, and I need sleep.” Luckily Daya and Willow didn’t ask any questions and wished her goodnight.

Pulling out the laptop she rarely used and settling herself on the bed, Bosco stared at the Google homepage.

She wasn’t sure where to start for her search, maybe ordering cookbooks? Or watch the Food Network? She had no idea how other people taught themselves how to cook.

A couple of hours into reading some unhelpful articles of easy beginner recipes and advertisements for meal delivery kits, Bosco’s eyes grew tired as she needed a break.

The living room was dark again as Bosco entered the kitchen for a quick snack before trying to tackle Google again. Settling on a couple of pieces of cold pizza and La Croix, she walked back to her bedroom but bumped into a taller body in the hall.

“Shit, sorry.” Daya held her phone horizontally and pulled out one of her Air Pods with her free hand, “I was watching this YouTube video and didn’t hear you come out.” she said, but part of the explanation caught Bosco’s attention.

“Wait, YouTube?” she asked. It was somewhere she usually used to listen to true crime videos as background noise, but maybe it could help her now.

“Yeah, I found this guy that does these video essays that are five hours long about-” Bosco stopped paying attention to her roommate’s long explanation as she quickly said that she needed to get something done.

Opening YouTube on her web browser and searching through the recommended channels, Bosco narrowed down the list of videos that popped up as she ate.

Some people in the videos talked too much and didn’t show much about cooking. Others were recreating food from different movies and TV shows it looked too complicated for her level.

Growing tired of clicking through all the videos and trying different channels, Bosco let the videos play on autoplay as she lay down and pulled the computer on her chest.

Her eyes grew heavier, and just as she considered going to sleep. Her thoughts were halted by peppy instrumental music, followed by two meows before the actual video played.

A young blonde woman appeared on screen in a clean, but small kitchen. She had baby pink utensils and pans displayed behind her as she spoke to the camera.

‘Hi everyone, and welcome back to my kitchen! My name is Jasmine, and today we are going to make some lemon chicken with orzo pasta. We’re going to be making my usual creamy sauce to go with this. But if you need a refresher on anything, you can find my Basics series in a playlist on my channel.”

Learning the basics was a better place to start. Bosco paused the video and clicked on the channel, and there was a pink banner that said Jasmine’s Kitchen in bubbly font with two drawn cats. Jasmine’s profile picture was her in an apron with printed cats, posing with a mixing bowl and smiling.

Bosco found this girl in the video cute, so she wouldn’t mind learning from a pretty girl on how to cook.

She spent the rest of the evening watching most of Jasmine’s basics series and taking notes on an old notebook from the bottom of her closet. Just as the time was approaching three in the morning, Bosco’s hand was starting to cramp up from writing. With that, she decided that it was finally time for bed.

As she fell into a dreamless sleep, her mind wandered to making egg yolk ravioli and creating the fluffiest souflés in the future someday.

“Why do you need my kitchen right now?”

“Because if I use my own, my roommates will never let me hear the end of it. I just need a place to practice.” Bosco told her sister, standing outside the apartment's open front door. She had two full grocery bags from the grocery store down the street.

Irene tilted her head in confusion, “Practicing?” she looked at the paper bags of groceries. “Wait, are you teaching yourself how to cook?”

Bosco nodded, “I’m tired of getting shit on from my friends for it. I need to show them I can learn to cook and make it good.”

“Learning to cook out of pettiness? That’s my little sister.” Irene smirked, letting her into the apartment. “Just clean up after you’re done and don’t mess with Sugar’s baking stuff,” she said as Bosco entered the kitchen.

After setting out her ingredients and finding a cutting board and knife, Bosco put in her Air Pods and started playing one of the saved tutorials from Jasmine’s channel. It was time to get to work.

Three bandaids and a bowl of chopped onions later, Bosco was looking to find the next video she needed when another person entered the kitchen.

“These look pretty bad.” she turned to see Irene’s other partner picking out a piece of onion from the bowl.

“Luxx, thank you, but you aren’t being helpful, ” Bosco said with a sigh.

But they were right, the onions didn’t look at all like they did in the video. Jasmine’s were all uniform and evenly cut, while her own looked like she used a machete and a blindfold and hoped for the best.

Luxx reached into the cupboard and took out an onion, placing it on the cutting board. “First of all, you’re using the wrong knife,” they explained as they took a knife from the butcher’s block and the sharpener.

After swiping the knife on the sharpening rod a few times, Luxx swiftly cut the onion in half. Stepping away and leaving the knife and half the onion, they looked to Bosco. “Show me how you’re doing it. Watching a pretty YouTuber can only get you so far with this.”

Now under someone’s watchful eye, Bosco nervously cut the onion. It still looked uneven, and she had to pick the skin pieces out. They looked the same as the ones in the bowl.

“Okay, you need baby steps,” Luxx said as Bosco stepped away to watch.

“First cut off both ends, it’ll be easier to peel,” Luxx explained as they worked slowly to show the other girl. “Once all the skin is off, start at the end, and make thin slices.” They made an effort to show how to tuck their fingers to prevent accidentally cutting themselves. Once they reached the halfway point, they handed the knife back, handle first. “Now you try.”

“Okay…” Bosco said with caution and sliced the onion as Luxx showed her. The slices didn’t look perfect but they looked much better than when she tried to learn on her own.

Even if it was a small accomplishment, Bosco felt herself beaming with pride. She felt like cooking seemed like an actual task that she could be good at.

“So can we move onto the cooking step of this?” she asked, looking at the pans stacked near the stove.

“How about we work on cutting bell peppers next, and then we’ll see if you’re ready for the stove.”

Bosco frowned, but new baby steps would be the best way for her to tackle this.

Daya and Willow will never know what’ll hit them when the time comes.

#jasco #rpdr s14 #rpdr fanfiction #my fics #my writing #cooking channel au

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studiocityevents · 18 days ago

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𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺.

You have been cordially invited to stay at the Moosham Castle from October 24th to October 31st.

Standing on top of beautiful Austrian mountains, the commonly named 'Witches Castle' is one of Europe's most haunted places. Built in the 13th century, the Witches Castle is home to a sinister past, containing witchcraft, murders and even werewolves. Can you survive a week within it's walls?

Recently, the establishment has been under construction. Now under new management, the castle has been refurbished into a lavish hotel with stunning views. As a way to promote the new hotel, the owners are inviting a handful of celebrities to enjoy, not only the establishment itself, but also the many amenities they have to offer on the grounds.

(please note that while some information used for this event is real, it has been mainly used as a basis for fictional, entertainment purposes. photos used for the suites, bedrooms, grounds etc are not real and should only be used as inspiration.)

MORE INFORMATION ON THE CASTLE BELOW:

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺:

While turning the Witches Castle into a hotel, the one thing that they had in mind was luxury. So while there might not be many rooms available, each one has been curated with the lavish lifestyle in mind. Each suite consists of one main communal space, including a living room, dining area and small kitchen. Attached are 1-3 bedrooms, depending on how many people you're willing to share with.

Each bedroom has one double, four poster bed, a vanity, a desk, it's own ensuite bathroom and plenty of storage for your weekly stay. The perfect place to rest your head after a long day, as long you're not woken up by things that go bump in the night.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺:

Moosham castle offers a wide variety of amenities and activities within it's ground. Everything is completely inclusive with your stay and so please feel free to make the most of what they have to offer.

Complimentary breakfast and dinner

24/7 room service (menu is limited from 11pm - 6am)

Free wifi for the entire hotel

Slippers, a robe and a wide variety of toiletries in every bedroom

An in-bar in every suite, alcohol can be removed upon request

A bar that opens every day between 7pm - 4am

Spa area, including a sauna, steam room and ice room

A library with a wide variety of books on offer

A 24/7 fitness center

An indoor swimming pool with hot tub/jacuzzi

Recreation room which includes a pool table, foosball, darts, arcade games, large range of board games and ping pong

Free bikes to use around the grounds and to travel into the nearest village

Portrait hall

Small museum with the history of Moosham Castle

Around the clock staff to help you with whatever you need

Business room, for when you really need somewhere quiet to check those emails

Gift shop

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀:

Since the Witches Castle has been around for centuries, it's no surprise that it has an extensive list of ghosts that roam the halls. Anyone from witches, to werewolves, to royalty has been said to still occupy the grounds. People have experienced apparitions, orbs, dizziness, disembodies voices, freezing temperatures, moving objects and more!

While a wide variety of ghosts can be experienced throughout the hotel, the main focus has always surrounded the witch trials.

TRIGGER WARNING: death, murder, dead animals

Moosham castle took center stage during the Salzburg witch trials between 1675 and 1690. As the administrative center both trial, sentencing and execution were held there. 139 people were killed in total. Unusually a large portion was male (113). All except two individuals to be murdered were beggars.

After the witch trials, Moosham reverted back to business as normal. However, by the late 18th Century the castle experienced another troubled period. Archbishop Count Hieronymus von Colloredo dissolved the Moosham bailiwick in 1790, and without funding from the church, the building fell into a state of disrepair. Not long after that, there were reports of deer and cattle and being found dead in the castle grounds. The bloodthirsty locals immediately jumped to the “logical” conclusion that werewolves were at the castle. The then residents of Moosham were rounded up and duly murdered for their nocturnal predilections.

The above text has been taken from this website. If you wish to read a little more than definitely check it out, however please note that it might be triggering for some.

#studiocityevent #studiocityhalloweenretreat #tw ghosts #tw murder #tw death #tw witch trials

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vikramkumar01 · 1 year ago

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Exploring the Enigmatic Life and Legacy of Marvin Jaisalmer

Nestled in the heart of Rajasthan's golden city, Jaisalmer, lies a name synonymous with luxury, hospitality, and unforgettable experiences – Marvin Jaisalmer. This is not just a luxury hotel; it is an embodiment of the city's rich heritage and a gateway to the finest that Jaisalmer has to offer. As we delve into the enigmatic life and legacy of Marvin Jaisalmer, we also unravel the secrets of the best restaurants in Jaisalmer and the must-see attractions that make Jaisalmer sightseeing a captivating adventure.

**Marvin Jaisalmer: Where Luxury Meets Tradition**

Marvin Jaisalmer is more than just a luxury hotel; it's a testament to the fusion of modern opulence and traditional Rajasthani charm. This establishment stands as a beacon of excellence in hospitality, boasting a heritage that dates back generations. It's no wonder that Marvin Jaisalmer has earned its reputation as the pinnacle of luxury in Rajasthan.

The hotel itself is a work of art, a palace of indulgence. The moment you step into its grand atrium, you are transported to a world where time slows down, and every detail is meticulously crafted. The opulent decor, inspired by Rajasthani architecture, immerses you in the region's vibrant culture and history.

**Culinary Delights: The Best Restaurants in Jaisalmer**

A true testament to Marvin Jaisalmer's commitment to excellence is its array of dining experiences. The hotel proudly boasts some of the best restaurants in Jaisalmer, offering a culinary journey like no other.

1. **The Royal Spice**: If you're looking to savour authentic Rajasthani flavours, The Royal Spice is the place to be. Here, master chefs recreate age-old recipes with a modern twist, using the freshest local ingredients. From the famed Laal Maas to the delectable Dal Baati Churma, every dish tells a story of tradition and taste.

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While Marvin Jaisalmer is an experience in itself, it's essential to explore the wonders of the city beyond its luxurious walls. Jaisalmer, often referred to as the "Golden City," is a treasure trove of history and culture.

1. **Jaisalmer Fort**: A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the Jaisalmer Fort is a breathtaking example of Rajasthani architecture. The intricate carvings on golden sandstone seem to come alive as the sun's rays kiss the fort's walls.

2. **Patwon Ki Haveli**: This collection of five havelis, or traditional mansions, is a testament to the city's wealth and artistic finesse. The ornate architecture, finely detailed facades, and exquisite artwork within make it a must-visit.

3. **Sam Sand Dunes**: To experience the true magic of the Thar Desert, head to the Sam Sand Dunes. Here, you can take a camel safari or a thrilling jeep ride on the dunes, witness mesmerising sunsets, and even spend a night in traditional desert camps.

4. **Nathmal Ki Haveli**: Another architectural gem, this haveli is famous for its quirky construction. It is said that two brothers designed different facets of the building, resulting in an asymmetrical but captivating structure.

5. **Gadisar Lake**: This historic lake, surrounded by temples and ghats, is a serene oasis in the midst of the desert. A boat ride here offers a unique perspective of Jaisalmer's beauty.

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In conclusion, Marvin Jaisalmer stands not only as a Luxury Hotel in Jaisalmer but as a bridge between tradition and modernity. It is a place where you can immerse yourself in the grandeur of Rajasthan's heritage while enjoying the best of contemporary hospitality.

The best restaurants in Jaisalmer, housed within Marvin Jaisalmer, add to this experience by offering a diverse culinary journey that caters to all tastes. Beyond the hotel's walls, the wonders of Jaisalmer await, from the ancient Jaisalmer Fort to the ethereal beauty of the Sam Sand Dunes.

When you choose Marvin Jaisalmer, you're not just booking a hotel; you're booking an unforgettable journey through the enchanting tapestry of Jaisalmer's past and present. It's a legacy of luxury that continues to shine as brightly as the golden city itself.

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"Ah, thank you," Kishan said, grinning. "I don't think Sera will be offended, but I wouldn't tell her that," he joked. He shoved his hands into his pockets as Zara examined his handiwork at recreating their old apartment. He ran a hand along his beard and shrugged his shoulders. "You know...gotta have a new look every now and then. Plus a beard is like contouring for guys." His smile faltered for a second when she mentioned PhD. Why did he have to go and sneak off? Why didn't he tell anyone his plan to leave Turing? He was such a coward and it was probably what got him killed in the end. He didn't want to hurt the group and he didn't want to abandon them either. He smiled at her again, happy in a way to know that she left their old apartment so she could get away from the ghosts in their old place. And it would be a fresh start for Zara and Javier.

He laughed as Zara picked through all the utensils and pots within the kitchen. She eventually settled on the counter and set one of the pots aside. He missed cooking. He missed eating food at new restaurants that would pop up. He was a foodie when he was alive and it was something he couldn't experience here in the digital world. He'd buy a few dishes from a new restaurant and bring it home to Zara for them to try and judge. They kept a binder full of menus of their favorite places, organized and color coded by Kishan of course. It was strangely nice when Zara admitted that she missed talking to him. Missed his words of wisdom. "Maybe now is a good time to tell you that I got all my words of wisdom from a collection of fortune cookies I kept hidden in my room," Kishan joked. He always liked helping his friends and giving advice. It filled that void of being a big brother since he couldn't be a big brother to his younger sister for so long.

Kishan's blood ran cold...or at least it would if he had blood. It wasn't a bad thing that Zara was getting married. In fact, he was quite thrilled that she was and to Javier, one of their friends. He was happy. Elated. He knew they were going to end up together forever from the way Zara would talk about him when they were drunk and on the couch late at night. God, he missed those drunken heart to heart talks. There was a pang in his chest at the realization of what this all meant. It meant Zara was finally moving on and Kishan was not going to be a part of her life for much longer. He wasn't going to be in any of their lives much longer. They were going to move on and he was going to be a memory. A friend they used to have in college. He wondered if over time he'd more code than human, more like Sera. Sera, while empathetic to the group, was still very much a program. He wondered if the group would eventually get tired of talking to a dead man. Quite literally a ghost in the machine.

"Oh my god, Zara," Kishan exclaimed, "that's fucking amazing. That's so great. I'm...God...I'm so happy for you. Congratulations!" His cheeks hurt from smiling so big, but it was a real genuine smile. He was ecstatic for Zara and no one deserved to be happier than her. "Wow. That's amazing. April...A spring wedding!" He had no real idea how far or close that date was, but it was another reminder he wasn't going to be there. "No, no. It's okay. Don't feel bad about not telling me sooner." He took Zara's hand and squeezed it to reassure her that his feelings were not hurt. But, his face fell at her last words. He wanted to give the moment some levity though, so he put on a big smile again. "I wish I could be there for you. Be your maid of honor, because I know you would have asked and I totally would have said yes...I would have been like Patrick Dempsey in that one rom com. I would have been the best damn maid of honor anyone has ever seen." He laughed at the thought of planning a bachelorette weekend for her, planning a bridal shower, and coming up with terrible punny cocktail names. Zara wouldn't have wanted anything wild, but Kishan knew what she would and wouldn't like.

“Don’t be so modest, you can just admit you’re better than her. And cooler. And a lot more badass,” Zara teases, obviously poking fun at her friend and Sera. As Zara walks around the exact replica of their old apartment, she can’t help but look at and touch everything that’s in the room like she’s seeing it for the first time. To some extent it does feel that way, since it’s been…well, years since she’s stepped foot in this place. She pauses to look up at Kishan; to examine him a moment. Touch him. He’s so real when she’s here. Easy to forget… “Hm…” Zara hums, nodding. “Very, distinguished. It’s giving college professor…or maybe a man in his PhD era?” She slips in casually while eyeing him. Yeah, she knows where he’d been headed the day he died. They haven’t talked about it yet, but she knows. Tara told her, she doesn’t need him to say anything. It hurts all the same. Then he goes ahead and asks her if she still lives here…ah. Yeah. Well, they were going to get around to questions like this, right? Sooner rather than later, she supposes. Zara shakes her head, “no, Javier and I lived separate for a bit, for like a year or two, and then we moved in together someplace new entirely. We needed more space; a fresh start. Both of us did. It needed to feel like ours, not one of ours, y’know?”

His smile is mirrored on her face almost instantaneously as they reminisce about Zara’s lack of cooking utensils and skills in the kitchen. “I never needed a fucking spatula, dickhead, what was I gonna use it for? To flip the imaginary eggs sitting in my fridge? To go along with the invisible bacon and cheese? Why not make a nonexistent omelet, while I’m at it?” It’s actually fucking insane she doesn’t have anything other than the essential bowls, silverware, plates, and water glasses, but she’s more of a takeout gal. Always has been, still is. Though now Javier’s cooking could rival that notion. Zara slides onto the top of the counter, easily falling into an old routine the two of them have in the kitchen as she sets the pot down. “I miss your words of wisdom,” she admits, leaning forward on her hands as she looks at Kishan. There’s definitely something there with Bailey, Zara knows Kishan. The way he looks down when he mentions she hasn’t been in in a while pretty much says it all. Something is up with them. “Seems like it, but, okay…I’ll go first because it is pretty damn exciting,” Zara takes a deep breath in, releasing it. Their friendship used to be so damn effortless, she could tell him anything. Now…she hesitates. There’s a part of her, rationally, that wants to keep reminding herself that this isn’t really Kishan. This is an AI. It’s a computer. Her friend is dead outside of this place, and it’s only here she has him. Forever code. But also…there’s a part of her that wants to let go, to tell him everything. What’s the real harm in letting go? Of talking to this version of Kishan, even if he isn’t really real? Right now, in here, he sure feels like it. What real harm can it bring, other than to help her heal and process, in talking to an AI version of one of her best friends? “Javier proposed, and I said yes,” Zara finally blurts out loudly, eyes wide and surprised by her own outburst. She tries to backpedal, or at least explain better, “we’re getting married in April. I’m…I’m sorry, that I didn’t tell you sooner. It all happened so quickly, and I’ve been in planning mode ever since. I’m sad you don’t get to be there. I want you to be there. You should be there.”

#c;zara #zara #c

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moonchildstyles · 4 years ago

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vampire harry and his birthday? maybe it is the first time hes celebrating in a long time and its with her? would there be a party like on halloween or would he prefer something private just the two of them?

Will u pls do some extra smut or a blurb of chiaroscuro Harry and y/n pleaseeee it’s my favorite smut of all time

for h’s birthday🥺

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"Would y'mind tasting this for me, m'love?"

(Y/N) happily nodded her head from where she sat on the kitchen island. Harry was busy making dinner for the night, requesting she stay with him instead of it being a surprise like usual. He turned to her, spoon in hand with a pearl of béchamel sauce on the bowl of the utensil. He looked to her with adoring eyes as she acted as his taste tester, a cool hand placed on her thigh as he stood between them.

"What do y'think, hm?" he prompted, squeezing his fingers around the thick of her thigh in a teasing pinch. "Like Paulina's yet?"

(Y/N) smiled at the name of the little Sicilian woman that had made it her business having (Y/N) try every dish in her repertoire when they were visiting Italy, even off-the-menu items. (Y/N)'s favorite had become the white lasagna Paulina had made for her on their last visit. When Harry had asked how exactly she made it, he was given vague answers with no precise measurements or exact directions just that it was supposed to taste like this and smell like that when finished.

Tonight was his formal attempt at recreating the dish, leaves of spinach sautéing beside the cheesy béchamel simmering away and homemade noodles resting on the counter. Sliced mushrooms toasted in garlic were waiting in a bowl off to the side, with a container of toasted pine nuts beside it. Just from the smell, it seemed he would succeed.

(Y/N) pulled back, wrapping her fingers around the wrist of his hand holding the spoon. She smiled up at him, finding him looking at her with his chin tipped upwards and a small curve in his lips. "Almost," she answered simply, teasing to see his reaction. He'd become fairly cocky when it came to his cooking, and despite the fact his sauce was exactly like Ms. Paulinas—if not, better—she wanted to playfully bait him a bit.

He didn't seem to fall for it as he only raised his brows and his smile widened on his lips. He gave her another squeeze to her thigh before turning back to the stove, stirring through the thickening béchamel. He looked to her over his shoulder, his composure set as his chin grazed the laced neckline of his blouse. "Only almost?" he pressed, "You know I can tell when you are lying, right?"

"I'm not lying! There just needs to be a little something more, that's all." She had to fight off a pending laugh, knowing that if she let even a breath of it escape, she would be caught. Harry knew she struggled to keep a straight face when playing with him like this.

Harry kept his smile up, nodding his head as if he bought her story. "'S not what your heartbeat is telling me. Flutters every time y'try to trick me—just like it is right now."

"That's not fair, you always know when I'm trying to play with you!" A defeated pout puffed out her lips and dropped her shoulders, her legs continuing to swing in front of the cabinets.

"I've never said y'can't play with me, as you put it, jus' that y'need to get better at it." He began assembling the beginnings of the lasagna, laying the noodles flat and spooning the sauce overtop as he continued. "I have lived a long life, m'petal, you've got to try harder than that."

"How could I forget, old man" she teased, earning a huff of a laugh from him. She scooted to the edge of the counter, her hands coming to wrap around the ledge as she continued kicking her legs behind him. "How old are you anyway, H?"

He gently shook his head, the full of his cheeks widened around his smile. "I've told you before, petal, I lost count centuries ago. Last time I celebrated was for m'three-hundredth and sixty-something birthday."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the number, often forgetting just how vast of an existence he'd experienced. "When was that?"

Harry hummed for a moment, spreading a layer of warmed spinach over a ladling of the cheese sauce. "Cromwell had just begun his rule over the British Isles, and if I remember correctly, that would have been sometime in the sixteen-fifties."

"Harry, that was almost four hundred years ago!" A gasp sounded through her voice, watching as Harry casually nodded his head and sprinkled the pine nuts over the top of the assembled lasagna. "When's your birthday?"

Harry popped the dish into the oven, tapping in the time on the pad before turning towards (Y/N) with a reluctant set in his jaw. He moved to bracket her thighs between his hands as he stood in front of her, the open front of his top exposing an expanse of pale skin further lightened in comparison to the black tattoos.

"That does not matter, m'love, I've had far too many of them." He shook off her questioning with a softened smile, but was unable to pull the reluctancy from his jawline.

"But I wanna know," she pressed, reaching out and settling her palms on the sides of his face, "We've been living together for however long, and I don't even know when your birthday is." She ended with a smile. Harry finally relaxed a bit as he turned his face to the inside of her wrist, pressing a kiss to the palm as he kept his gaze locked on her.

"'S the first of February," he mumbled, voice muffled against her skin.

"Harry!" (Y/N) popped up in her spot on the counter, posture straightening as she stopped kicking her legs. "That's in two weeks! I don't have anything planned for you!"

"Do not worry about that, darling," he crooned, latching his hands onto the full of her thighs before splitting them apart to give him room to stand between, "Birthdays become ordinary the more they occur, so I do not expect any kind of celebration."

(Y/N) couldn't help the molding of her features into a sorry expression. Her eyes rounded out and her brows downturned in response to his words. "You wouldn't want to celebrate with me? I know you think birthdays are boring, but maybe it'd be something fun if we did it together."

Harry practically melted under her gaze, her grip on her thighs loosening before fluttering up her sides as he drew closer. He stopped with his hands on the soft of her sides. "Is that something y'would want? A celebration together?"

She nodded her head, her own hands gliding down to settle on his shoulders. "I love birthdays," a small smile fluttered over her lips, "Its a day dedicated just to you, and I want to celebrate you."

A dreamy sigh fell from his lips, his arm curling around her middle as he pressed his body against hers. "You are much too sweet t'be real," he muttered under his breath, "Straight out of a fairytale."

Before (Y/N) could offer any response, Harry smoothed a kiss over her lips. A small chill fluttered through her body at the temperature of his skin before she warmed from inside out at the contact. She tightened her hold on his shoulders, the breezy fabric of his shirt bundled between her fingers. The plush of her lips gave way under his, a testament to the juxtaposing softness she possessed to his frigid severity.

"I'd love nothing more than to spend m'first real birthday in centuries by your side, if that is what y'want," he mouthed against her lips, voice virtually silent between them.

(Y/N) smiled at the thought, already trying to formulate a plan over how she could surprise the one person she's fairly certain can detect each new bud in his garden even if he's in a different country.

"What do vampires do for birthdays?" she asked once he drew away. She drifted her hands to the open neckline of his top, fingers tracing the scalloped edging.

Harry kept his own hands on her sides, a shrug lifting his shoulders as he kept his gaze on her face. "The last time I indulged in any kind of festivity, was spent in what is called a Blood Club these days," he dropped his eyes from her, always feeling a bit ashamed to share his old follies, "But I would prefer to keep our festivities here at home. I do not expect anything large, m'petal, whatever y'plan I will fall in love with, like I love you."

She leaned forward and pressed a peck to his lips, her reciprocation to his declaration of love.

"You just have to promise me you'll pretend to be surprised, even if you find out what I plan." She wasn't quite sure what gifts she would get him or what little moments they would spend together, but she wanted to feel the gratification she's sure he did when he brought her presents.

"Y'have m'word." A tender smile colored his features, (Y/N) only catching it for a moment before he leaned down and nudged the tip of his nose against her's in a puppy's kiss.

Now, she just had to figure out what kind of birthday dinner a vampire would consider special.

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(Y/N) had always been a fan of excitable wakeup calls when it was someone she loved's birthday. But, she knew that would be impossible with the fact her Harry had no need to sleep, and with that, no need to be woken up with a garden of kisses planted on his face and a promise of gifts after a homemade breakfast from her limited expertise. Instead, she knew Harry would be the one waking her with kisses and the gentle touches she's become accustomed to.

But, she wasn't going to let his constant doting stop her from making this February first all about him.

"Happy birthday, H," (Y/N) mumbled as soon as she was coherent from her sleep. Harry's arm was heavy around her middle, his face in her neck from where he had whispered a wakeup in her ear.

He hummed a contented noise, the purr rumbling against her skin in a comforting vibration. "Thank you, m'love. This is already the most wonderful birthday I've ever had."

She couldn't help but feel a bit of pride leak into the curve of her lips, a smile stretching over her cheeks. Harry had lived a long time, and she keened into the idea that she was able to leave a mark in his existence. "Hopefully, it'll only get better."

"And, how are y'going to do that, puppy?" A sponging of kisses were trailed along the back of her neck, enough to pass a shiver over (Y/N)'s spine.

She knew as soon as he drawled that pet name across her skin, a plethora of fantasies were being painted in his mind, each one growing more and more detailed as he went. She did plan on indulging him in those, just later.

(Y/N) rolled in his arms, twisting in his hold so she could now face him. She found him with a smile on his face, much more smug than her own, conveying his want for the present she's sure he wished for. His hands spanned across her back, sending a sweet chill through the thin t-shirt she wore as pajamas as his fingers flexed across the expanse. Her own arms were bundled between them, fingers tucked around the cross necklace that adorned the bare of his chest. Harry took the initiative and dipped his head down to press a kiss to the soft of her lips, already working on deepening it with a sweep of his tongue on her bottom lip when she pulled away.

"Not yet," she whispered between them, "I have other presents for you first."

(Y/N) was quick to wriggle out of his hold and out of bed, leaving a cooling patch of bedding that Harry reached towards. (He always gravitated towards the warm spots she left, searching for her warmth in her absence even if she was gone for only a moment). (Y/N) was already halfway out the door, padding towards her old room in the manor as Harry called out behind her—asking her to stay and keep him warm, he's more than patient enough to wait for gifts. She only rolled her eyes and shouted at him to stay there, determined to surprise him with the gift bags and poorly wrapped boxes.

She returned with her arms loaded with a trio of gifts, each tag and sticker with Harry's name on it. She climbed back atop the bed clumsily, almost dropping a gift bag and tearing a hole in the wrapping of the box. After they were spread out along the duvet, she beamed at Harry. His smile was small as his gaze swept over the selection in front of him before locking onto the girl in front of him.

"Petal, really," he sighed, his features melting into a softened gaze over the glittering tissue in a golden gift bag, "Y'didn't have to do any of this. I don't want for anything when I have you, no additional gifts are necessary."

"But I wanted to. Like Christmas, remember, I want to give you things," she smiled, pushing the bag towards him. "And you said I could do anything that made me happy, right?"

He drew his gaze to the bag, taking the handles in his grasp as he peered at her through a fallen curl on his forehead. "I suppose so," he sighed.

He still struggled with saying no to her, and (Y/N) knew just how to use it against him.

She happily smiled as he pulled the fluffs of tissue paper from the bag, his gaze periodically flicking to her and back to his hands. A close-lipped smile curved his lips, eyes matching the softened set in his mouth as he found what was under each thin sheet.

"How did y'know?"

(Y/N) beamed with pride at his question, hoping for a reaction like this. She watched as he pulled out the trio of paint tubes from the back, the small cardboard holder stamped with Sorrentino's in a curving font. "You usually use those shades all the time, but you haven't in a while. Figured you might be out. Was I right?"

His favorite golden, honey shade that had accented each of his paintings since their first trip to Italy was the biggest of the tubes. The other two were slightly smaller, but still much larger than the regular aluminum tubes Harry frequented—one a sage green shade he used in each of his landscapes for highlights and because he knew it was a favorite of her's, and a honeyed blue shade that he'd been privy to using for the sky in his pieces, smoother and warmer than any blue he'd used before.

"Y'were," he reciprocated her smile, reading over the name of each shade and corresponding lick of paint on the end, "How did y'get them? We haven't been out there in a month."

"I found Mr. Sorrentino's email on his website, even though I'm pretty sure it was his daughter who was answering me. I let them know it was a gift for you, and they made a custom order for some larger batches and sent it over for us." She smiled as he delicately placed them on the ruffled duvet, always incredibly careful with things he cared about.

"Thank you, darling," Harry cooed, already trying to lean over the gifts to pull her into a kiss.

She stopped him with a hand on his chest, "Keep going, there's still more."

There was a refusal at the ready on the tip of his tongue, but (Y/N) only nudged the bag in his direction. He blindly reached in, really committing to her hope of having him be surprised when he saw them for the first time. A long carved wooden box filled his palm as he pulled it out, his name scrawled along the top in a yellow glitter marker, small hearts surrounding the word. He looked to her already with a sweetened gaze on his face, about to prattle off another string of gratitude.

"Open it," she prompted, "The real gift is inside."

She watched as he lifted the top off, a set of customized paint brushes lining the inside. Each handle was handmade in the exact way Harry liked that only Mr. Sorrentino could achieve, the bristles stiff in the styles that needed it and malleably soft for others. The only difference was the carved vines that climbed up the handle, blossoms of roses that replicated the ones in his surrounding the manor dotted along. Each one was artfully crafted, golden accents highlighting certain stretches and specific petals. She hoped Harry would recognize the thought behind it, wanting it not only to show his garden he was so proud of when he could stand to be outside, but also the homage to the renaissance style that swathed each plane of his aesthetic.

"I wanted the make the box and decorate the brushes myself, but I very quickly found out that if I wanted you to have something you could actually use, I wouldn't be able to be the one to make it," she joked, anxiously shuffling on her knees as he rolled the brushes and examined each side of the handle, "So I settled for having Mr. Sorrentino make them and I was the one who painted your name on it."

He gently settled the brushes back into their box, taking both the paints and the box and putting them back in the gift bag. "Petal," he sighed, his features holding rounded edges as he gazed at her with melted irises, "'S beautiful, so beautiful. M'favorite is your little hearts around m'name." He spoke so sincerely, as if he couldn't see that each of her juvenile heart shapes were lopsided and messily colored in to cover up other small mistakes. "You're so talented."

That drew a laugh out of (Y/N), her smile widening at his words. "Harry, they're just hearts. And they're not even that good, but I'm happy you like it."

"You've already melted me, m'love, I don't know if I can handle much more." He reached towards (Y/N), hoping she would finally indulge him and allow a bit of her warmth to seep through his skin.

She only shook her head, pushing the second gift bag in front of him, "You know that if we start cuddling, you won't let me leave the bed for another few hours, and I want you to finish before that happens."

Harry only grumbled something under his breath, surely a complaint over her so-called cruelty as he'd put it before. The next bag was a bright red and much smaller than the first, no tissue paper concealing the contents as there was already an envelope hiding the gift. He looked up at her with a quirk in his brow, reaching in with his otherwise ringless fingers aside from the jutting flower that adorned his middle finger.

He opened the blank envelope, taking care not to cause any rip in the seam before pulling out the print that was held inside. He unfolded the paper, finding a flourishing font surrounded by grapevines, spelling out Tuscan Vines. An excitable declaration of Congratulations! was printed below, the bold font sticking out in comparison to the finer print following. He quickly scanned it, finding that it was a confirmation for a reservation a week from then for a Valentine's edition of their cooking lessons. A short description of the dish that would be taught was offered: a seafood ravioli fit for two with a 'sensuous' white wine sauce and a lesson on wine pairings for aphrodisiacs.

He gave her a small smile as he looked at her over the top of the paper. "We're going to cook together?"

"Mhm," she nodded, "Since you won't let me help at home, I thought it might be nice to learn with you, even if it's something you already know. I wanted to get it for today, but their evening class was full and I think we'd enjoy the Valentine's Day one more. And, you'll get to show off in front of everyone."

He hummed at her last comment, refolding the paper and slipping it back into the envelope. "You know me well—can never pass up an opportunity to show off. But, I think 'm more excited about watching you perform in front of a whole class. Surely, they'll be impressed to learn how to burn water."

"Hey," she whined, a pinch in her brow that matched the pout in her lips, "Be nice, I thought it would be fun."

"Darling, 'm jus' teasing," he crooned, disrupting the small pile of his presents as he shifted on the bed. He moved closer to her, seemingly over his repeated failures at bundling her in his arms. "C'mere," he sounded, opening his arms as he scooted beside her, "Cuddle with me for this last one, please."

(Y/N) had already caved, snuggling up against his side as his arm fell around her shoulders. He whispered a thank you to her as he pressed a kiss to her hair. With his free hand, Harry reached towards the final, poorly wrapped box and brought it to his lap—slightly overlapping onto her folded legs. He made quick work of the wrapping paper, the edges lopsided and not quite as secure as (Y/N) had thought.

"This one kind of goes with the last gift," (Y/N) muttered as he revealed the plain black box under the wrapping paper.

The box held a matte finish, the top giving way easily as Harry lifted it. Inside was a deep green colored fabric, whatever piece of clothing it was being too ardently folded to give away anything about what exactly it was. Harry slipped his hand under what looked to be the top of the article, the piece now unfolding to unveil a personalized cooking apron. The forest color of the base was complimented by the ongoing theme of roses embroidered around the edging. His surname of Styles was scripted in elegant font colored in a slightly lighter green font at the chest of the apron.

"You always seem to want to wear white while you make me dinner, so I thought this might help protect your clothes. And I think everyone at the store is starting to call me the Tide Pen girl since I have to buy at least three every time I go, so I'd like to lay off for a little while." (Y/N) played with her fingers in her lap, Harry's own hand still on her side as he gazed at the gift in front of him. "And I know you like to put your name on stuff, so I got it personalized."

She couldn't wipe the beaming smile off her face, watching how he took in every small detail of the piece as if it were one of the Gucci articles he's become fond of ordering. He laid it gently down on his lap, the stiff of the box seeming to present the piece to him. He ran his fingertip over the blooms around the edge, his smile emulating her's in the way he couldn't seem to lose it.

"Petal," he sighed, dipping his head down and resting his forehead against her's, "I love it. All of it. You're s'good to me, you know that? Best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Happy birthday, Harry," she mumbled in response, settling her palms on his cheeks as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. His arm around her tightened, slipping between the fluff of the pillows and her back to wrap around her waist.

She finally allowed him to deepen their kiss the way he had been yearning to since she woke up. Harry absently swept the apron and it's box off his lap before tugging his petal on his thighs in replacement. A suckling kiss was placed to her bottom lip before the moment was ruined by the sound of (Y/N)'s growling stomach.

She drew back with a breathy laugh, her hands on his chest bundling into a fist, "Sorry."

"No need t'be sorry, m'darling," he smiled, his palm on her cheek as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "Forgot to feed you this morning, didn't I? Got distracted with your giving spirit."

"It can wait, I don't want you to spend your birthday morning tending to me," she offered, already leaning in to distract him with a kiss.

He indulged her with only a single peck, drawing back quickly. "No, I've got to take care of m'human, so no waiting on your needs." He gently shifted her off his lap, then moved to collect his gifts and set them on his bedside table.

"Maybe you can wear your apron!" she bubbled, hoping to steer the attention back on him and his day despite her needs being at the forefront of his mind.

He hummed as he tugged on a shirt—white of course, because he couldn't possibly cook in anything less stain-attracting. "'M not sure, maybe I'll have y'wear it. I quite like the thought of m'name being on you."

It was his birthday, right?

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Despite Harry's suggestion of having her wear his apron, he caved after a bit of pleading on her part. The emerald hued fabric of the apron hung off his body as he slid the now finished plate of eggs Florentine in front of (Y/N). Before she could dig in, Harry was already at her side with his chair scooted to be directly beside her's. Apart of their usual morning routine, Harry delicately brushed her hair from her face, leaving a space for him to bury his face into neck and bestow a smattering of kisses along her skin.

She let him have his fun, having become used to his incessant affection first thing the morning (he claimed it was because he missed her in the night, waiting hours for her to wake so he could love on her), cutting off a piece of the toasted English muffin with hollandaise sauce before popping it in her mouth. "What did you want to do today? I wasn't really sure what to plan for a vampire's birthday, especially during the day, but I could invite everyone over if you wanted. Mitch was particularly excited about the idea of throwing a party for you."

Harry grumbled in response, pulling back from his home in the crook of her neck. "No, do not invite them. When Mitch found out how old I was, my following birthday he teased me relentlessly by calling me 'ancient' every chance he got, and proceeded to get so drunk at a Blood Club we were kicked out with a promise of never letting him return. It was horrendous, I don't classify any of that as a celebration and would not like a repeat."

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the thought of the reserved Mitch being the reason the group of them were kicked out of a club. She could only imagine Sarah's reaction, her probably being the one to spur him on in the first place. "Okay, I won't," she relented, a smile on her face despite his serious request, "But Niall said he got you something, so I might have him come by an—"

"Niall either!" he rushed, "He's just as bad, if not worse than Mitch. Both of them conspire against me and try to convince me to go out for a midnight snack that's jus' a cover for a raucous party I never asked for with people I don't know. I only want to be with you on this day, please."

He was like a child with the way he whined to her, but she could see his frustration. Something she had quickly learned about Harry was how deeply private he was, so unexpected soirees and scenes created at clubs were something that would surely rub him the wrong way. "I promise I won't. It'll be just us," she assured, pausing from finishing off her breakfast and pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Was there anything you wanted to do with just me today, then?"

A presumptuous grin settled on his lips, "I could think of plenty I would like to do with you, but I suppose 'm meant to keep those fancies to myself until tonight."

"You'd be right," she agreed, thinking back to the final of his gifts she had tucked away in her old wardrobe. Technically, she would be the one wearing it, but she figured he would get the most pleasure out of it. "Anything else in mind, Mr. Styles?"

"I've no preference, only that I wish to never part from you" he sighed, his gaze locked on her as he watched her finish off the breakfast he prepared for her, "Even if we do the most mundane of tasks, they will be special if I am by your side."

Ever the romantic, even if it was she was supposed to be showering him in love.

(Y/N) knew just the plan, aiming to pack their stay at home with all of the things he loved to do. "Maybe we could go to your studio for a little bit, and you can show me all of your fancy techniques—and I won't try to distract you this time, I promise! And when the clouds come in, we could go out to the garden; I know you've missed being out there since it's been so sunny these past couple weeks."

Harry hummed, feigning thought though she knew he was already sold with the half smile that tugged at his lips. "Will y'wear that top that I like? The one with the drop shoulders in that red I favor?"

"It is your birthday, so I can't say no," she joked, predicting he would ask for something as silly as this. He had always shown a bit of a preference over shirts that displayed the top of her chest and showcased the curve of her neck, for obvious reasons, but especially after he had gifted her a locket for Christmas. He confessed he adored the look of the jewelry on her neck, knowing he was the one placed in her heart along with the location their love had blossomed.

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"I don't quite use it as dramatically as I have in the past, but the chiaroscuro technique creates intense degrees between dark shadows and bright highlights. I learned from Caravaggio, but could never quite smoothen the scale in-between the way he could."

(Y/N) happily listened along, Harry having planted her on his lap as he reached around her and painted on his canvas. Despite the talk of darkened shadows, the scene he was creating was reminiscent of the brighter style he had become taken with since their first flight to Italy. This one held a cottage in the midground, the pale stone walls draped with ivy and climbing vines. The beginnings of a pair of shading trees were placed on the sides, willows he seemed to be set on adding. The main focus was the garden presented in the foreground, a familiar woman tending to it in a floral dress. (Y/N) could see the faint markings of what looked to be feathered wings sprouting from her back, the details of the appendages not yet added.

He always found a way to incorporate her into his art—his muse, as he had put it.

"Who's Caravaggio?" she asked, not recognizing the name from her limited art history lessons.

"Have y'ever seen the Transito della Madonna? 'S his most famous painting." (Y/N) could hear the smile in his voice, his perfect Italian pronunciation holding an airy tone from his amusement.

"I don't think so, what does it look like?" Her eyes followed the small detail brush in his hand that added a muted sage green highlight along the forest color of the willow vines. She absently reached in the almost empty carton of strawberries beside them, Harry tightening his hold on her when she drifted too far.

"I'll have to show you sometime, next time we go to Paris," he offered, absently pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Slowly he dropped the brush to lay on the ledge of the easel, his attention shifting now to the softened skin of her neck. He had done this multiple times at this point, taking full advantage of the exposed expanse of her neck and shoulders. He never took it far enough to leave a bite on her neck or allow the tips of his fangs to scrape along her skin, but she knew that was his endgame to the teasing. He had been not so subtly asking for his dinner to be served early, but she knew as soon as that happened, along with the way he had been behaving this morning, the surprise she had planned for tonight would be thrown out the window in his rush to get between her legs.

She still complied and tilted her head, feeling his smile against her skin as he dipped into the crook of her neck. "What would y'say to modeling for me for the rest of the day, hm? Jus' like last time, only with a little less clothing." He hooked his finger in the neckline of her top, tugging it down and exposing the soft tops of her breast.

(Y/N) huffed a laugh, his desire to paint her nude nothing new, she just had other plans for the day, "Not today."

"Today is the perfect day, m'love. Didn't y'say I could have anything I wanted since it was my birthday?" he pressed, his hand wrapping around the curve of her bicep with his thumb running along the hem, "And I would like to put Caravaggio to shame with m'own angel."

She hummed, reaching up and placing her hand on his before turning to head to his. The green of his eyes were unrelenting as he tried to persuade her the best way he knew how, matching her own softened gaze. "If you can be patient, I think what I have planned for tonight is going to be better than a painting."

"It is not fair to bait me with this surprise and then refuse to show me for another handful of hours. I wish to know now what you are planning." A furrow pinched at his brow, his brows seemingly meeting in the middle from how deep it was.

(Y/N) leant forward and pressed a kiss to his pouting mouth, "Later," she repeated in a purr against his mouth. She glanced at one of the slightly undraped windows behind him, finding the cloud cover that had been expected for the day having drowned out the majority of the sun. "Come outside with me? It's cloudy, just like we were waiting for."

She could see a tiny bit of a debate going on in him, his expressions much easier to read now that she knew him well. He was surely going to press for more information, his boasting of infinite patience prior to today now forgotten in lieu of her own secrets. But, during late nights when he had talked her to sleep, he had rumbled about missing the garden; how he never dreaded the sunlight until it came and kept him from the simple pleasure of waltzing through his garden with his lover beside him.

"Lead the way," he relented, a soft smile on his face despite the defeated tone he teased her with.

He helped shuffle her off his lap, his hands moving to hold her at her waist as he stood up behind her. (Y/N) happily pulled one of his hands into her's, lacing their fingers together. She could feel his eyes on her form as she led them from his studio and down the curving staircase to the ornate door that led to his grandiose patio. The sun was blotted out by the covering of clouds, but the air still felt warm from its previous rays.

Harry took the lead from here, his grip on her hand tightening as he pulled her along to the first of his rows of rose bushes. A fluttering of petals had fallen to the ground from some of the deeper, drooping blooms that had ran their course in his garden. Now, their florets littered the ground to from a romantic walkway under their feet while the fresh roses stood to attention under Harry's adoring gaze.

He quietly walked along the path determined by the perimeter of flowers flanking each side, the nursery having grown since (Y/N) had come into his life and given him a reason to want to create something beautiful. She stepped quietly beside him, watching his demeanor and body language change the longer they traipsed around the garden.

(Y/N) had felt guilty when she found that all she was going to be able to offer him for his birthday were simple activities around the house. She wanted to do something grand for him that could match up to the opulent lifestyle he showed to her, but she hadn't anticipated how hard it might be to plan a day of adventure for a vampire who couldn't leave his home for too long before going blind and couldn't eat anything other than taking a bite from her neck. Seeing him now, seeing the relaxed and seemingly blissful state he took as he pulled her along with his admiring gaze set on each of his flower boxes, and the prideful enthusiasm with which he taught her complicated techniques in his studio showed that maybe she did alright. Maybe, he didn't need all the grandeur that she thought was integrated into his world.

"What are y'thinking?" he mumbled, pulling (Y/N) from her thoughts, "Can practically hear each thought bubbling up." His hand in her's tightened, (Y/N) hyperaware of the thick banded ring she had gifted to him only a couple months prior.

"You just look really happy," her voice was soft as she spoke, looking at him with a frame of her lashes around the vision, "I know I can't do big special stuff, but I'm happy you're having a good birthday."

Harry stopped in his lead around the gardens, shifting to face her with his hands landing on her hips. "Petal," he cooed, the tips of his thumbs slipping under the hem of her top and skimming the delicate skin of her hipbones, "Y'know I don't want for any of those things. You are the one thing I truly crave in m'exisitence. Any time spent with you is a privilege, even if it were hours in bed as y'napped atop me and I had nothing else to do but admire you."

He didn't allow any time for a response before he dipped his head down and captured her lips in a kiss. She settled her hands on either side of his jaw, the tips of her fingers dipping into the baby curls that bordered his hairline. He slotted her bottom lip between his, the plush of her pout giving under the pull of his kiss. The sweetened air from the flowers around them coated the contact in a dreamy floral filter.

(Y/N) couldn't imagine anything more romantic than being kissed in a rose garden, petals at her feet and sighing into her lover's mouth.

Harry was the first to draw away, paying attention to her breathing and knowing when she needed a break and to focus on her inhales. He trailed his lips across her skin, lingering on each patch he graced with a kiss before moving to the next. The tip of his nose skimmed the line of her neck as he moved lower, a chill connecting the string. (Y/N) was only absently aware of the inhales he was bringing in of her scent, focused on the lush feeling that came with his lips on her skin and the twist of his curls in between her fingertips.

"Y'always smell particularly pleasant by m'roses," he mused, a sweeping breath fanning across her skin before he continued,"Sweet."

Her eyes fluttered closed at the rumbling of his voice, feeling the trail of his hands shifting to wrap around her middle. "I—," she swallowed, cutting herself off as Harry placed a kiss right atop the patch of skin he favored with biting, "I don't know if this makes a difference, but I think one time you said I was sweeter after eating strawberries, and—"

"I know," hummed, his smile audible in his words. He took his time, brushing kisses along her skin with his hands a cooling burn on her back. "Is it later yet?"

"If you want it to be. It's your birthday."

He hummed a contented noise. A harder kiss was dotted in the same spot before he grabbed her hand in his. "Come with me."

(Y/N) quickly laced her fingers between his, happily following after him to a small wrought iron patio set. The pieces were painted white with the bars elaborately braided, giving the appearance of twisting vines working over a trellis-like backdrop. He sat down first, pulling her down with him. He prompted (Y/N) to straddle him, working one of his thighs between hers as he wrapped his arms around the curve of her waist.

"'S okay if we do this out here?" he questioned, voice quiet between them as if not to disrupt any of the flowers blooming around them.

(Y/N) nodded her agreement, relaxing into Harry as he preferred from her. Her lax state allowed for him to move her as he wanted, shifting her body to press her against him. The chill of his fingertips skimmed against her neck, collecting her hair before laying it behind her shoulder. He tipped her head to the side, baring the delicate skin of her neck to him.

"Y'ready, petal? Can hear your heart fluttering like a butterfly," he teased against her skin, shifting in his seat. The adjustment caused his thigh between her legs to rise and press against her core, the pressure increasing.

"Mhm," she hummed, letting a small sigh fall from her lips as she shivered in his hold.

"You're so sweet to me, y'know that?" he crooned, soothing her further into his chest, "Best little present I've ever received. Letting me bite y'in the middle of our garden, too. Couldn't have dreamed of a better birthday."

(Y/N)'s own hands clung to the fabric covering his chest, the sweater of his cardigan curled between her fingers. Only a second later, a peeking of his tongue swept across her skin before the familiar points of pressure pierced at the crook of her neck. A gasp stiffened her chest, straightening her shoulders at the initial shock of the sting. Harry contrasted her inhale with a contented exhale, a satisfied hum sweeping across her skin.

(Y/N) only had a moment to process the polarizing switch as the sting of the bite ebbed away in favor of the pleasurable warmth before Harry's thigh tensed between her legs. He brought his leg up harder, pressing against her core and eliciting a strained gasp from his petal. She shook in his arms, a small tremor creeping up her spine at the blooms of pleasure springing through her system. She was often able to lose herself in the just the bite alone, so the added feeling of his pressing thigh straining against her center added a layer of haziness through her mind. A string of breathy moans exited her lungs as he created a rhythm grinding his thigh against her pussy. He kept her steady against his chest, getting his fill from the bite on her neck as her hips rocked in conjunction with each mouthful of blood he pulled from her. It felt like clouds were being stuffed inside her head, the electric puffs coating each of her thoughts in a pure white haze.

She swore she had begun to envision these clouds through the minute crack in her eyelids, but just as (Y/N) felt herself being pulled into the billow, Harry stopped. He drew back from her neck and stilled his movements. He swept his tongue across the tender patch of skin before releasing her to fall into his chest. Her cheek smooshed against he planes of his muscles with his hand on the back of her head gently curling his fingertips through her hair.

Harry's breathing was heavy as he came down, hands soft as he cradled her to him. He felt warm as he hugged her. Their shared flush made for a soothing home for (Y/N) to burrow into.

"Y'okay?" he mumbled to her, lips by her ear.

"I'm okay," she whispered, "Just overwhelmed. You did more." Her eyes were still cinched shut as she spoke, the recovery process coming slowly.

"Did I take too much?" His hand began making soothing circles on her back.

With cloud wisps still covering her judgment, she couldn't tell if Harry was just teasing her with a smug tone she just couldn't pick up on or if he really thought she was referring to how much blood he had taken. She gently shook her head as best she could as she rested against him, "No, no, you—with your leg you—"

"Oh," he awe'd, (Y/N)'s mind clearing just enough to catch the teasing he was pulling, "That. I figured that might work y'into a tizzy. Did it work?"

She was sure he already knew the answer, but she also knew he couldn't pass up an opportunity to pester her. Sighing, (Y/N) drew back from her home against his torso, finding Harry with his eyes closed and muscles relaxed in the patio chair. His cheeks held a sweetened flush and a honeyed glow. His hair was lively as the curls tumbled around his face with lips a ripened raspberry color and a stained center. His eyes were surely a bloody crimson surrounding the lily pad of his iris behind his eyelids, but he'd kept firm on his stance of keeping his eyes hidden for a bit after feedings as to not scare her.

He looked blissed out, happy enough to stay just where he was for however much longer. Hopefully he would still be up for her last present; a little earlier than planned but the stickiness that formed between her thighs was a little too much to ignore. (Y/N) allowed herself to sink a bit lower on his thigh, pressing her warmth against him.

She wanted as her shifting pulled a slow reaction out him. A lopsided smile tugged at the corner of his lips, eyes still closed as he fixed his hands on her hips to keep her where she was. "Is it already that much later?" His voice was deeper and rougher than she remembered as he spoke.

She ignored his initial question, sliding her hands down the firm planes of his chest and landing at the hem of his shirt. Her fingertips traced along the edging of his top, peering at him through her lashes despite the way his sight was still hidden. "Do you want to go back inside with me?"

"Is m'last present ready for me?" Harry's hands on her hips flexed around the flesh in his hold, his fingertips creating dents in the soft of her skin that matched the dimple on his cheek.

"Almost." Her fingers bundled tighter into the fabric at his waist.

"I'd better get y'back to our bedroom then."

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"Puppy," Harry singsonged from their bedroom, elongating the final syllable.

(Y/N) didn't bother to answer as she adjusted the straps on her vintage corset. She had previously asked Niall when she first found just how rapidly approaching Harry's birthday was, if there was something he had told him that he wanted—a gift she hadn't thought of. Niall immediately shot back a text about a certain idea Harry had let slip to him when he was missing her while she was visiting family. He told her about a specific daydream Harry had expressed, about seeing her in vintage clothing that emulated the period of his youth (he was still around two hundred when those styles were popular, but maybe that was young in vampire terms). Harry had shared the idea of seeing her in the delicate laces and silken organzas that made for the innocently seductive pieces he pictured. (Y/N) was fairly certain that Harry had been referencing fluttering dresses and other graceful blouses in his confession, but she took it in the other direction.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she shifted the bodice around her hips with the laced edging brushing against her skin. A solid band of dusty rose colored satin covered her breasts, each of the bones structuring the piece lined in the same material. The edging of the neckline was bordered with the same delicate lace that hemmed the bottom. Her favorite part was the sheer paneling across the middle, filled with a matching pink organza that shone against her skin and caught the light with each twist she turned as she adjusted the fit. The organza panelling dipped into two points over each of her things, a stocking clip hanging from each end. A pair of reworked straps sat high on her shoulders, two ribbons of glistening pink velvet tied into bows on the tops of her shoulders. The panties covering her core were in a matching color, the organza sitting high on her hips, cut to show the full of her hips and soft of her thighs.

She wasn't quite sure if it was exactly what Harry was picturing (this was as vintage as she could get without the pieces disintegrating in her hands), but she thought it was pretty. Hopefully, Niall hadn't steered her wrong.

(Y/N) could practically feel the waning patience radiating through the door, Harry most likely planning to call for her one more time before storming the bathroom in search of his petal. She had told him she'd only be a minute but that had been almost fifteen ago; to be fair, it did take her a moment to cinch the hooks on the front of the corset but the rest of the time was spent hyping up his anticipation as she took her time primping herself by fluffing her hair and slicking a clear gloss over her lips.

With one last glance in the mirror, she popped her head out of the bathroom door with the rest of her behind the wood. Harry snapped his head in her direction, his eyes blown wide as he tried to scan over every bit of her body he could find. He was sat eagerly on the edge of the mattress closest to the ensuite bathroom, shirt off and pants unbuttoned and ready to be shucked down his legs as soon as she presented the opportunity. "Darling, are y'done hiding from me? This is pure torture you are putting me through."

"Close your eyes first," she directed, "Please?"

With a heaving sigh, he closed his eyes. (Y/N) approached with the soundlessness of walking on her tiptoes. Harry was well aware of her presence as she approached, when she was in arm's reach he planted his hands on either side of her hips as she stood between his legs. He faced her with a quirk in his brow and eyes still closed, his lips curved in a self-satisfied smile.

"May I open m'eyes yet, or do y'plan on depriving me further on m'birthday of all days?"

(Y/N)'s own fingers carded through the curls vined around his head, pulling stray strands from his eyes. "Open," she relented with her voice soft between them.

In a second, Harry fluttered his eyes open. The blood from his earlier bite had almost completely flushed from his sclera, leaving only the remnants of a slightly bloodshot appearance. He scanned over her form in front of him, his hands following a trail up her sides and over the vintage lingerie that covered her tummy.

"Petal," he breathed, looking to her with something she could only describe as wonder, how she figured she looked when she truly saw him for the first time, "You're breathtaking. Always seem t'know jus' what I want. Like a painting, y'are." He used his hands as a second pair of eyes, skimming over her body in tender touches. Only the lightest of contact was felt through the paneling of her corset before he reached towards the velvet of the straps. "Are you m'last gift? With these little bows tying you up?"

A shy smile graced her lips, his sentiments never quite losing the shine they cast on her. "You get to unwrap me."

"I think I'd like to keep you dressed up like m'little princess a little while longer," he mused, running his hands along her arms before settling on her hands, "Why don't y'get on your knees for me, puppy."

(Y/N) sank to her knees in front of him, skin softened by the bundle of bundle of his discarded shirt he had dropped in the same spot. She looked up at him as she sat back on her heels, face level with the undone crotch of his pants. He smiled affectionately down at her, dropping her hands before petting his fingers through her hair. The blunt of his nails was felt against her scalp before his fingers twisted in her hair behind her head and formed a makeshift ponytail.

"Get me out, puppy," he started, his grip in her hair tightening as he flexed his fingers. (Y/N) quietly did as asked, her fingers moving deftly as she tugged down his slacks and revealed the plain black of his boxers.

(Y/N)'s gaze was fixed on the lump that filled the fabric, shuffling closer as she plucked at the elastic waistline. Harry encouraged her with a small keep going, puppy from above her, his voice deep and quiet between them. He was fully hard when she pulled the fabric pf his boxers out of the way, his cock springing against the muscles of his stomach. The head was ruddy and glistening, precum causing a milky shine to pearl at the tip.

"'S all jus' for you, y'know that puppy? Tasted so good, I couldn't help myself," he crooned, a strained edge to his voice. She peered up at him through her lashes, feeling one of the velveteen straps of her corset fall from her shoulder. Her skin warmed under his gaze, the blown pupils highlighting the remaining green of his iris, still finding it in her to feel a bit shy from his talking. A crooked smile took his lips, his free hand coming to tip her chin up to make her face him. "Y'like that? Like knowing y'got me all hard from doing nothing other than sitting in m'lap and moaning like an angel as I bit you?

His pressing did little to quell the heaving of her chest, the corset squeezing against her breasts with each stuttered inhale. (Y/N) squeezed her thighs tightly together, feeling herself getting wetter at the direction he was taking his dirty talk. She nodded her head gently with his fingers still stationed under her chin.

"Don't be shy, m'love, y'can say it. I know y'like that, knowing that y'can do nothing and still get me begging for your pretty body."

She felt breathless as she answered him, "I-I do, I like that." She could see from the corner of her eye the way his prick practically jumped when his gaze fixed on her chest before flicking to her own bashful gaze. Her shy display was doing more to him than she had expected.

"Fucking know you do, puppy, now be m'good little present and put me in your mouth."

(Y/N) eagerly nodded her head, Harry's hand falling from her chin while his other on the back of her head guided her to his cock. His now free hand held the base of his prick, feeding it to her as she braced herself with palms flat on both of his thighs. The head of his member laid heavy on her tongue, already stretching her lips. A contented sigh fell from Harry's lips from above her, his hand tightening in the messy ponytail of her hair. She felt his thighs clench under her hands already, finding that Harry was always a little more sensitive after biting on her, just like she was.

"Good girl, puppy," he hissed, using his palm on the back of her head to guide her into bobbing on the shaft of his cock.

Harry curated the pace as (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered closed. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together with her breath coming out in huffs from her nose. She'd always favored giving to Harry since they became intimate, loving each of his reactions and watching the solid composure he held slip away in a matter of seconds. As filthily as he spoke, his praising of her only served to spur her on further and gave her an even bigger incentive to make him feel good. So, she didn't hesitate to try and push herself further, working to take more and more of his cock in her mouth despite the steady pace his instructing hand had given her.

Her nails dug into his thigh as she felt his tip nudge the back of her throat, eyes cinching closed as she coached herself through the burn of the gag she pushed off. Harry's hand tightening in her hair, the pull on the strands eliciting a stutter in her paced breaths, before he pulled her off him completely.

Her lips were glistening from more than the gloss she had started the night with as she gazed up at him, her vision distorted by a sheen of tears she hadn't noticed until then. She was just a second away from letting out a whine at his interruption before she saw the stern set in his jaw and intense gaze on her.

"Did I say y'could take more, puppy? Tell me if I missed something and said I wanted you to take me down your throat," his voice was firm despite the heaving of his chest and the hard cock between his legs.

His grip in her hair was unrelenting as he awaited her answer. (Y/N) couldn't help but flick her gaze between his own lilypad eyes and the contrasting flush of his cock. "I—I just wanted—"

"Oh, so you wanted to, that's what happened wasn't it? I didn't say y'could, y'jus' wanted to," he slowly nodded his head, feigning a thoughtful expression though his tensed thighs under her palms told a different story, "Y'want to get all messy on m'cock, already?"

"I wanna make you feel good," (Y/N) peeped, shuffling minutely closer between his legs. She missed the feel of him in her mouth already, she didn't want to waste anymore time. Hadn't he wanted this all day, why was he trying to tease her now?

"I know you do, puppy, m'good little human, you are," he crooned to her, a mocking pout set on his mouth, "But, you do it when I tell you, yeah? We'll get you all messy and teary, don't worry, y'jus' let me decide when."

(Y/N) was only able to give a small nod of her head before Harry was already urging her back on his cock. The head had accumulated a small pearling of precum that spread across her tongue and caused a bubbling in her tummy at the taste. Harry hissed above her, his eyes closed as he lent back with his other hand behind him. (Y/N) couldn't tear her gaze from him as she looked at him through her delicate lashes. He curated a pace for her, giving himself just enough while teasing her by keeping her from taking him any further.

She heard small breathless praises falling from his lips, the words too distorted to understand what he was saying but nonetheless she keened under them. She just wanted more; to take more of him, taste more, hear more, anything to stroke the pressure coiling in her tummy. She stroked her tongue along his shaft with each pass of her mouth along his member, focusing on the head when she could to elicit another slew of filthy praises from her Harry.

"Ready f'more, puppy?" he groaned as he pulled her back just enough to suck on the crown of his prick, "Ready to be all messy f'me?"

She hummed a sound of confirmation around the head, lips pursed around the girth as she looked up at him. Did he really need to ask when she was the one that's been ready since they started?

The plush of his bottom lip was trapped between Harry's teeth as he didn't bother to waste another moment before shifting his hips and sinking his prick deeper inside his beloved's mouth. A jolt was sent down (Y/N)'s spine at the feel of his cock nudging the back of her throat and the burn in her jaw at the stretch. She tried to keep her eyes open as best she could, wanting to catch that first moan he would release that would rumble through his chest and cause a jump from his prick. But, she couldn't when she felt a line of tears forming on the waterline of her eyes, the pooling threatening to spill. She blinked her eyes to clear them away, but each time Harry bobbed her head down deeper and deeper on his prick, another set surfaced.

Without warning, Harry pushed her head farther than he had all night, the full of his cock filling her mouth and the head working into the vice of her throat. The tip of her nose grazed the skin of his stomach, only a hair away from taking all of him deep in her throat. He held her there for a moment, the moan she anticipated heaving from his chest. (Y/N) dug her nails into the skin of Harry's thighs as she felt the burn in her lungs from the disruption to her breathing, her throat contracting despite her attempts to stave off any gags. He pulled her off after a moment, her breathing coming out in heaves as a string of spit connected the head of his cock to the full of her bottom lip.

"Y'okay, puppy?" he questioned, his voice just as broken as her's felt, "Took a lot and held me there, didn't you?"

She nodded her head rapidly, wanting him to know she was okay and could take more. She didn't want to stop, especially seeing the way his cock almost seemed to throb under he gaze. He was close, so close, and she wanted to finish him off already; feel his warmth flooding her mouth and the rumbling of his praises filling their room.

"S'fucking good, puppy, you know that?" he breathed, his free hand coming to tip her chin up to face him. She was sure there was a sheen of spit covering her mouth, the gloss she had started with becoming secondary to what he had given her, and a matching sparkle of tears in her eyes. "S'good, especially when you get all messy for me. S'pretty, too," he crooned, dipping his thumb into the pooling of spit on her chin before trailing it up to the full of her lips.

She was acutely aware of his cooling touch swiping along the plush of her bottom lip, spreading both her spit and the precum he had leaked into her mouth over her pout. He dipped the tip of his thumb into her mouth, her tongue touching at the salty skin before he quickly pulled away. Watching through hooded eyes, (Y/N) saw Harry take that same thumb in his mouth, settling the pad on the flat of his tongue. His gaze intensely bore into her's, knowing exactly what he was doing and surely seeing the stuttering of her chest and the tensing of her thighs.

"We taste good together," he said simply, "Don't y'think, puppy?"

He watched with a sly smirk as she nodded her head eagerly, bouncing in her spot like the excitable puppy he had nicknamed her as. He released his hold on her hair, a dull ache on (Y/N)'s scalp now that the reassuring weight of his hand was missing. He moved his hold to grab her hands from his thighs, tugging her to sit on the bed beside him with a mumbled c'mere, petal falling from his lips. He ushered her to lay with her head at the pillows, much too far from him for her liking. Before she could pout about not being on his lap, Harry was already undressed and crawling atop her with vampiric speed.

Harry slid his hands over the front of her corset, the glimpses of her skin seen through the organza chilling in his wake. He caressed her sides with a renewed tenderness, fingertips skimming over the row of clasps tying it together. His head dipped down and pressed a string of kisses along the curve of her throat down to the tops of her breasts before the corset covered the rest of her. One of his wandering hands slid between the two of them, stopping between her legs where the delicate material of her underwear was soaked. She felt him smile against her skin, a crooked curve of his lips in a sly quirk.

"Already s'wet for me aren't you?" he crooned, petting his fingers harder against where the material was at its slickest. "Stuffing your little mouth with m'cock got y'this wet? I've got such a good human, don't I?" (Y/N) keened under affections, nodding her head carefully to each of his questions. "Want me to take these panties off, puppy? So we can stuff your pretty pussy instead?"

"Please, please, please," she begged, the string coming out in a breathless plea.

"I don't know," Harry mused, drawing back from her though he kept his hand firm on her core, "I still think y'look much too pretty to undress right now, think we're jus' gonna pull your panties to the side and 'm gonna fuck y'like that."

(Y/N) couldn't hear much over the rush of blood sounding through her ears, her heartbeat surely stuttering before restarting with a vigor she never achieved before Harry. His own lips curled into a self-satisfied smile, the innocent dimple on his cheek contrasting to the lust in his eyes.

"Thought y'might like that idea," he whispered before leaning down and catching her lips in kiss.

He didn't seem to mind the sticky state of her kiss, the spit and precum still on her pout from before. He licked into her mouth, his tongue gliding against her's. His kiss fragranced her thoughts, tugging her deeper and deeper into the lust that filled her chest and tugged at her core. Her hands fluttered up to cup his cheeks, her palm lining his jaw in an attempt to keep him close. She could feel the tip of his cock drag against her stomach as Harry shifted with one hand still between them. His fingers tugged at the gusset of her underwear, pulling it to the side before he slotted his hips between her thighs. Their mouths only disconnected a minute distance, the full of their lips still brushing against one another as her breath came out in ragged pulls.

"Ready, puppy?"

"Please."

That was all Harry needed before he pushed his cock into the wet of her pussy. He sealed his mouth against (Y/N)'s, swallowing the delicate gasp that fell from her lips. He kept her occupied with his tongue sweeping along her own as he slowly pushed inside. The first stretch still burned for his lover, one he took pride in and a bit of guilt over the stinging rush that pushed through her when all he wanted was to make her feel good. He bottomed out with his balls tapping against the full of her ass. (Y/N) allowed his kiss to consume her, needing to focus on one sensation at a time or she would surely finish off before they'd even started.

The stretch of his cock in her hole was one she never got over, the feeling stealing her breath and clouding her mind, added with the cool of his finger hooked into the fabric of her underwear and subsequently brushing against her slickness. He continued kissing her, tasting every bit she could give him as he began to gently move his hips. (Y/N)'s breath caught, chest pressed against his with the bodice of her corset restraining her breasts. He ground against her in slow circles, giving her time to get used to the feel of him filling her.

(Y/N) shifted her hold on him, hands moving from his jaw to wrap around his neck as she clung to him. "More, please," she pleaded, voice a breathless whine. She angled her hips to position one of her thighs over his hip, dragging him closer to her heated form.

Harry didn't waste any time in hooking his freehand around the full of her thigh and rearing back his hips before thrusting in. He worked his cock inside her, the slick sounds of her hole clenching around him fill the room to play off the melody of her breathy moans. (Y/N) reveled in the feeling of being surrounded by Harry, filled and held by him with his mouth buttoned against her's.

He gave her a particularly harsh thrust of his hips just as he nipped a bite at the full of her bottom lip. A choked moan fell from (Y/N)'s lips, a broken call of his name that only spurred Harry on as he increased the pacing of his hips and the intensity of his driving hips. "Feel good, puppy? Making y'feel good like y'wanted?"

"S-So good, Harry, I-I—"

"I know, I know, petal," he cut off himself with his own throaty groan, head dropping to the crook of her neck, "S-Stuffed full of m'cock and y'keep squeezing me for more, s'greedy puppy. What am I supposed to do with such a greedy little human asking for more when she knows she couldn't handle it?"

"I'm s-sorry, Harry," she peeped, not quite sure what she was apologizing for but knowing she just wanted him to be pleased.

"I know y'are, petal, y'don't mean to. 'S jus' that pretty pussy between your legs that gets y'into trouble." He trailed a string of wet kisses along her skin, nibbling bites stinging her skin before being soothed by the flat of his tongue. He continued down to the tops of her breasts and gave a much fuller bite to the flesh, not enough to break skin but enough for her toes to curl and arms to tighten around his neck. "But 's okay," he cooed against her skin, "'M gonna give y'everything y'want, puppy. Anything for you."

His hand still holding the delicate material of her panties to the side shifted, allowing his thumb to reach her clit. He settled the pad there for a moment, letting her feel the light pressure against the bud. She keened under his touch, the added sensitivity of his cock working through her folds causing her back to arch and a sob to break from her lungs.

"Harry," she breathed, unable to form any other word or thought in her haze. She matched her gaze to Harry's before her eyes fluttered shut in bliss.

"Say it again," he crooned to her, lips by her ear, "Say m'name, m'love."

"Harry, Harry, Harry," she called over the sound of her slickness and the slap of his skin against hers.

"S'gorgeous," he hummed, moving his thumb in small circles on her clit. He reveled in her moans, his breath coming to him in deeper strokes as he tried to keep quiet in favor of listening to his flower bloom below him. Her fingers in his hair trembled, the digits curling before relaxing only to be hit again with the spreading pleasure coursing through her.

"Tell me y'love me, petal."

Harry's tone turned tender, despite the strain of lust stealing his breath. His hand on her thigh tightened, keeping her flush against him with each drive of his hips into hers.

"I love you," she rushed, her voice coming out as a moan even with the sweetness of her words. The pressure in her tummy was mounting, her walls clenching around Harry's cock and each of her muscles tightening.

"Say it again."

She opened her mouth to repeat her sentiment, but was cut off with a particularly harsh stroke of his hips. Harry's hand on her thigh shifted to her hip, adjusting her positioning and allowing his cock to brush against the spongy soft spot inside her. His thumb was unrelenting on her clit, an added distraction from his request.

"C'mon, puppy, tell me y'love me again. Be good." His voice was firm despite the small strain in his breathing. "Tell me, then I'll make y'cum."

"I love you," she breathed when she found her voice, "I love you so much, Harry."

"G-good girl, petal," he stuttered, "I love you s'much, m'love. S-So much."

He doubled his efforts after he reciprocated her declaration, causing a piling of pressure too great for (Y/N) to handle before she broke. Her thigh hooked around Harry's hip kept him smoothed against her, the planes of his chest hard against her heaving breasts and heated skin.

Her breathing came out in broken gasps of his name, "H-Harry, I'm—I'm—"

"I know, I know, good girl, petal," he groaned, the fluttering of her walls and warmth of her slick working wonders on his lust filled psyche.

(Y/N) allowed herself to be consumed by the pleasure, feeling herself cum as her toes curled and fingers clenched into fists. A petite tremor shivered up her spine, spreading through her scalp and thrumming in her heartbeat. She cried Harry's name like it was the only word she knew, and as far as (Y/N) was concerned, it was.

As she came down, Harry slowed his hips and playing with her clit. Her body felt overly sensitive with euphoric points of light igniting each of her nerves, enough to whine at the contact he bestowed upon her shaking form.

"H-Harry?" she questioned, eyes still cinched shut with her head buried in his shoulder.

"Y'did s'good, petal," he cooed, voice soft though the hands holding her body held a lusted rigidity and his hard cock twitched inside her.

"Want you to cum," she peeped, beginning to roll her hips against his, "Please."

"Puppy," he crooned, elongating the petname, "You're so cute. Where do y'want me?"

"Inside," she answered, feeling her walls clench in sensitivity at just the thought of him cumming inside her.

A string of curses fell from Harry's lips, but (Y/N) didn't have it in her to decipher them before he was rocking his hips into hers. The wet of her pussy sounded through their room as he gave the last few thrusts before spilling inside her. Ropes of his cum flooded her walls, his hand on her thigh impossibly tight as he fell into her chest. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, his lips moving against the delicate skin though she couldn't hear any of what he was saying. He ground against her as he emptied himself, (Y/N) feelings drippings of his cum overflowing from her pussy.

Harry laid flush against her, deep inhales of her scent being pulled through his nose as he came down. He ran a string of kisses along her skin, trailing up her neck and over the full of her cheek before settling on her lips.

"Feel okay, petal? Are y'back with me?" he whispered, voice ragged. He nudged his nose against her's in a puppy's kiss, his eyes finally opening to find his lover's gazing back at him with a softened edge around her iris.

"Mhm," she hummed, a small smile curving her lips. She surged forward and pecked a small kiss to his lips. "Was that present worth the wait?"

A lopsided smile took Harry's features. "Definitely was, m'petal. Best gift I've ever received."

Harry was the first to draw away, only after kissing the tip of her nose. He sat back on his heels, hissing at the friction of slipping out of (Y/N), her own hole clenching over nothing as his cum dripped out of her.

"'M going to get some things to clean y'up, petal. I'll be right back." In a blink Harry was gone.

True to his word, Harry returned before (Y/N) even sat up. The crotch of her underwear had shifted back into place but only stayed that way for a second before Harry tugged the fabric down her legs. He added it to the pile of his clothing off to the side of the bed he was going to take care of when she fell asleep. He took a wet washcloth and ran it over her folds, gently cleaning her from their combined orgasms. (Y/N) whined above him, her toes curling and breathing hitching at the feel of the fabric against her clit. Harry placed an apologetic kiss against her thigh, looking at her with a softened gaze through his lashes.

"Do y'want help getting out of that, petal?" Harry offered, sitting back on his heels in front of her after discarding of the soiled cloth. His eyes were directed on the corset that still covered her torso, the velvet straps drooping down her shoulders.

"Please," she asked, looking to him with rounded eyes she didn't even know she was making. An easy smile curved Harry's lips, his eyes fixed on his hands as he unhooked each clasp on the front of her corset. (Y/N)'s own gaze traced over Harry's face and took in the rounded edges of each of his softened features. "Happy birthday, Harry."

One of (Y/N)'s hands reached up and brushed a stray curl from Harry's forehead, the strands interrupting her view.

"Thank you, darling," he breathed a laugh to serve as punctuation for his words, "Best birthday I have ever had. And not jus' because we made love."

(Y/N)'a smile was easy as it bloomed along her features. "Better than a Blood Club?"

"You've no idea," Harry joked, pulling the loose bodice from her shoulders now that the front was undone.

(Y/N) felt free to breathe now without the restraint, not realizing how tight the piece had been. Harry didn't bother to grab one of his shirts for her as he usually did, instead collecting her bare body in his arms and rolling to lay beside her on the rustled sheets. Her breasts were flush against the hard planes of his chest with his arms wrapped around her middle. One of his hands spanned across her back while the other tugged at her thigh and pulled it over his hip. Harry made it his job to tangle them together, leaving nothing between them.

"Harry, I'm gonna be cold if I don't have a shirt," (Y/N) laughed, surprised since Harry was always the one hyperaware of the difference in their skin temperature.

"I will grab y'one if y'start shivering," he answered simply, "Until then, let me feel you. Make it m'last present before y'sleep."

"You already had me." Her smile was audible as she spoke, already relenting and settling against his chest and tucking her head under his chin. He wasn't as cold as she had thought, Harry's skin seeming to reflect her heat and holding remnants of the flush from their session.

Harry didn't play into her teasing, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before speaking into the strands, "I want more, petal. Jus' let me hold you like this."

It was still his birthday, and who was she to deny him?

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!!!!!!!this is the first time ive done vampire h smut in a while and I know I really...did something w the part in the main piece so I hope this lives up to it!!!! thank u all so much for reading and to whoever requested this!!! sorry for any mistakes and if u had any ideas of ur own or just wanna talk send me a message!!! thank u🥺

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winterrose527 · 2 years ago

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Ok so this is just headcanons I don’t expect 5000 words but.

will you ramble at me in your fevered state about Robb and Ella cooking together for the first time??

lmaooo

yeah so Myrcella gets so nervous cooking for Robb the first time since he's a chef and all that she nearly starts a grease fire. Thankfully he also used to be a fireman so he was able to put that out pretty quick.

She actually is a very good cook (better baker though), but doesn't believe Robb when he compliments her because, to quote her, "I don't trust any judge I'm sleeping with." The trouble is, Robb actually really loves her cooking, and craves it and it takes a lot of convincing that is actually the case. When he finally does though, he asks her if she'd let him use one of her recipes for the restaurant and it's on the menu as Ella's little something, since she always plays down her skills. It's one of the most popular dishes, and Robb's favorite to make.

The first time they cook together though is the last night before she leaves to return to New York (don't worry, she'll be back). She's swimming in his sweats and he's put on Mama Said radio after she told him she thought that was what the restaurant was named after and confessed it was one of her favorite songs. He's watching her groove as she chops a sweet potato, her head and her hips moving as though entirely independent of each other, and then moving her out of the way when she's tearing up from chopping an onion. She keeps asking him for instructions and if she's doing something right and he's just making it up as he goes and is entirely unconcerned and keeps saying 'sounds good' and it's driving her crazy but then she looks over at him and his forearms as he flips some stuff in the pan and can't be all that annoyed.

Whatever they ate that night becomes a running joke in their lives, because they were too busy laughing and kissing and trying to brace themselves up to be without each other, that they don't remember exactly what the dish was, and every so often they'll try something and be like ooh was it kind of like this? and the other will be like yeah but not so much - and the other will be like yeah! not as much paprika and they never quite recreate it but have a really good time trying to over the years.

#robbcella #fluff

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rek1s-headband · 4 years ago

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hello! First off, just wanna say your writing is amazing and gives me so much joy with how well you write the characters. Secondly, mayhaps a set of headcanons for poly!y/n with Langa and Reki or a cute date one shot?

➯ A/N: Hey! Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy:)

➯“Lady and the (two) tramps” poly date one-shot

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

i know it says “lady” and the 2 tramps but thats just cause yall act out a scene from the movie dw its still a gn reader

➯ Warnings: none:)

➯ Word count: 2K

You skipped down the stairs at the sound of someone enthusiastically knocking at your door. You could only assume it was Reki, he always picked you up before the two of you headed over to Langas, whose house was furthest out of you three. You flung the door open, grinning when you saw Reki smiling up at you from the doorstop. You let out a scream of delight, jumping into his arms as he responded with a laugh. You heard his skateboard skitter along your driveway when he dropped it, arms coming up to wrap around you as he spun you around.

“Hey sweetheart” you heard him muffle into the side of your neck as he held you close, and you could feel the smile on his lips. He slowly brought his head out, hair ruffled and a dopey grin on his face. You reached up to fix his hair, reciprocating his greeting with a smile of your own. You brought him around the side of your house to collect your skateboard and help him retrieve his from where it was cast on the floor. He reached out to offer his hand to you, bringing it up to kiss it when you accepted. “Shall we go?” He cocked his head to the side, smiling brightly when you nodded and stood onto your skateboard.

And so the two of you made your way to Langa’s, you shooting him a quick text to let him know you were on the way. You and Reki made light conversation as you skated along the roads of Okinawa, talking about where the three of you would go today. It was a Saturday, which usually meant it as date night for you three. What you did on your dates changed quite a bit, but according to Reki, Joe had some new recipies on his menu that he wanted to try, and he thought you and Langa might like them. Joe’s was a regular date spot, the three of you annoying the shit out of the poor man with your antics. You would stay there for hours, simply asking for water and breadsticks until he threatened to kick you out in an attempt to lengthen your visit. He would never actually kick the three of you out though, he loves you too much. You hope.

You picked up your board as you and Reki got to the front of Langa’s house, both of you knocking at the same time. You could hear his mother behind the door calling him excitedly, telling him his partners were at the door. You heard what sounded like Langa practically falling down his stairs, and you and Reki shared a look, both wondering just what was going on in the house. Based on Langa’s dishevelled demeanour as he stepped out the door, something of the sort had indeed happened. His expression quickly picked up when he saw the two of you waiting for him. He pulled the two of you into a hug, giving Reki a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around to press one to your forehead. And once again you were skating down the road, except this time it was all three of you, headed to Joe’s to stuff yourselves with his new meals.

The smell of Italian cuisine wafted through your nostrils as you took in the scenery around you. Joe’s was particularly packed today, but your booth was empty as usual, the three of you slipping into it while laughing at something Langa had said. After the first month or so of you going to Joe’s on Saturdays, he’d started reserving the booth for you to ensure you had somewhere to sit. You sat beside Langa while Reki slid into the other side of the booth. You’d swap who sat where every week, for example last week Langa and Reki sat on one side while you took the other. Joe made his way out of the kitchen, smiling when he saw the three of you sitting down. He made his way over to you, menus in one hand and a notepad in the other.

“I was wondering when you kids would finally show up! Thought you’d decided to ditch me this week.” The three of you laughed while he placed the menus down, looking at you expectedly. “so let me guess,” he pointed at you, “breadsticks?” You laughed while Reki shook his head, to which Joe gave him a puzzled look. “No? But its what you always seem to get. In a rush to leave today?” Langa flipped through the menu, pointing out a few things to you with one hand while the other snaked around your waist.

“Not today, were on a mission.” Reki explained while you slid down in your seat, stretching and getting comfy while Langa practically salivated over the menu. “We heard you’ve got some new stuff on the menu, and we wanted to make sure we had enough time to try it.” You and Langa nodded enthusiastically while Joe chuckled, checking his watch.

“Well you’re lucky you didn’t get here later, I have just enough time to whip up the new ones for you before I close up. So dont go getting too comfy, I’ll have to kick you out within the hour!” You smiled at Joe, sliding even further down into your seat and cuddling into Langa, exaggeratedly putting your arms around him as you batted your eyes as Joe.

“Oh dont worry, we wont get too comfy!” Langa played along, practically lying down in the booth with you as you faked being asleep. Reki giggled across from you, snapping a few pictures of the two of you. You shot into the booth beside him to look at the photos, horrified when you realized he had posted them on his story. You pouted as he pulled you into his side, giving you a quick kiss as he explained how cute the two of you looked. You slid back into Langa, both of you pretending to ignore Reki, laughing when he started whining about how he’d leave and make you two pay for everything yourselves.

When the food finally came, you all watched with wide eyes as four big plates were put in front of you: a new spaghetti and meatballs with “improved sauce”, a huge pizza littered with [whatever toppings you like], a lasagna dish with extra crispy cheese, and a big basket of garlic bread. Langa was practically foaming at the mouth beside you as you watched Reki immediately lunge for a slice of pizza. You turned around to thank Joe before grabbing your own fork and diving into the lasagna.

After the three of you had demolished the better of 2/3 of all the dishes, you grabbed the pate of meatballs, declaring you wanted to try something with them. “It’ll be cute! Come on” you begged as you set up your camera. The plan was to recreate the scene from The Lady and the Tramp, taking turns sharing a string of spaghetti before meeting in the middle. They eventually agreed, allowing you to hand them a string of spaghetti to put in their mouth.

First was Reki, who kept sucking too fast and pulling it out of your mouth, just eating it for himself. Eventually he got it right, pulling you into a sweet kiss in the middle of the table. You had to tap him to make him take away his hand he’d placed at the back of your head in an attempt to keep you there just a bit longer, worried that people were staring. He giggled, watching as Langa made his way to the other side of the table so you could properly film it. Reki gave him a quick kiss before Langa gently placed the spaghetti in his mouth. However, he kept laughing and had to replace it multiple times. Finally he stopped laughing long enough for you to meet him in the middle, giving him a soft kiss. When you broke away he was quickly getting up and coming back to your side, declaring it was him and Reki’s turn. They took the longest, Langa’s laughing and Reki’s speedy eating combining to create absolute chaos. When you finally had it filmed, you looked around to see the restaurant completely deserted, Joe yelling a muffled “Get out!” from the kitchen. You picked up your boards and ran out, leaving your money on the table and yelling a “Thanks!” In Joe’s general direction.

You skated along the road, stopping at a corner store to pick up some snacks for while the three of you were skating. Reki was playing music from his speaker as you talked, acting as background noise while you laughed together. Just as you had been picked up, you and Reki skated with Langa back to his house. His mom was already waiting for him at the door, waving at you excitedly when she saw the three of you come into view. You all went up to the door, giving her a hug and making small talk while you said goodbye to Langa for the night. After Reki said goodbye and walked over to talk to his mom, you wrapped your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek and holding him tight. He laughed, rubbing your back as he pulled away from the hug to run his hand through your hair and along your cheek, pulling you back in for one final kiss. You and Reki waited until they had both gone inside before skating off, headed for your house.

You hung around your door with Reki for a few minutes, not wanting to go inside and for the night to be over. Soon enough though, you were telling Reki he needed to head home, not wanting him to skate home by himself too late. He chuckled, pulling you close and resting his chin on your head. “Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t defend you and Langa? I’ll be fine sweetheart.” He pulled away to look at you, smiling down at you while he rubbed your face. You leaned into the touch, telling him you were still going to worry and he should head home regardless. He faked a pout before grinning, pulling you close and giving you another kiss, swaying you as your hand came up to mess with his hair. When you finally pulled away, you stayed in his arms for a little while before finally stepping closer to your door, letting go of his hand last as you opened it. You waved goodbye to Reki before blowing a kiss, which he caught, bringing his hand to his mouth.

Before you closed your door, Reki stood onto his board and began to make his way down your driveway. “Goodnight sweetheart!” He yelled as he looked behind at you, nearly falling off his board because he wasn’t looking at where he was going. You laughed, waving back.

“Goodnight my prince!” You could see him smile at the nickname from the end of your driveway, before finally pushing off. You closed the door when he left your sight, smiling to yourself as you made your way back to your room. You looked at the videos you took earlier that day, smiling when you heard Reki cheer in the background of you and Langa’s video. You sent them into the group chat the three of you had, laughing at the pictures Reki took of you and Langa and saving them to your phone.

Maybe the three of you might make a reappearance at Joe’s the following day. After all, the food was delicious, among other things..

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hazbbyhaz · 3 years ago

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sleepless || harry styles

twenty five

pairing: harry styles x OC

synopsis: the new girls first day

disclaimer: making fun of someone’s appearance

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Avery entered the small café shivering from head to toe. It was raining cats and dogs outside, the light jacket she had thrown on in a rush was completely soaked. As agreed upon the previous day, she arrived half an hour early to work. She could hear Tom's distant chatter as she made her way behind the counter.

"Avery, there you are!" With a smile on his face, Tom rushed from the back office to where Avery is standing. Avery took note of how nervous and jumpy he was, almost on edge, and only a mere second later she understood why. Standing only a few feet away from her was the new girl. She looks very pretty, with her hair tied up in a french braid, her minimalist clothes, and her pearly white teeth adorned in her smile, she was the poster for the cafe's target audience. Young, hopeful, and high off of the feeling of being alive.

"This is Sarah," Tom walks towards the girl and gently nudges her towards Avery. "today is her trial run for the job. If she does well, she will get the position." He continues and Avery can feel her body go into flight mode. The uncontrollable thoughts and racing heart only a second away from taking over. What if she doesn’t take me seriously? What if she is so good that Tom fires me? What if- all of those thoughts cease as she hears Harry’s voice ring through her head. You’re okay, Ave. With his words repeating in her head like a mantra, she smiles at Sarah, takes a deep breath, and lets those other thoughts go with her exhale.

"Hey, I'm Avery. It’s really nice to meet you!" She extends out her hand to the girl in front of her, focusing all her concentration on stopping its incessant shaking,but instead of Sarah returning the gesture, she simply looks at her outstretched hand before turning her attention back to Tom.

"So. how often would I be working?"

With a sigh, Tom runs a nervous hand through his already ruffled hair. "We'd have to figure that out. During the week, Monday and Tuesday are the busiest, so it would probably be best for you both to work together. On the weekend we will definitely need two sets of hands on deck. As for the rest of the week, we will have to work that out once we get everything set in stone.”

She nods, letting her eyes roam through the room before retreating back to his figure. She looked at him as if she were waiting for something, like she was executing him to say something more. "Right... so Avery will be the one showing you around this morning! I have to make a few phone calls before we open up for the day... Avery?"

"Let's begin the tour!" She murmurs quickly. Avery links her hands behind her back to hide their shaking that has yet to stop. Tom sends her a thankful smile and disappears into the back room, leaving Sarah and Avery to the day's task.

"So... uhm... the first thing done every morning is to set up the floor, we need to put the chairs down around the tables.” Avery explains, her voice breaking after every few words. “Our outdoor seating is stacked in the back since… as you probably know, it is winter…”

Sarah does not move to do anything, opting to watch Avery clumsily remove the chairs from the tables. The sounds of the chairs being put onto the ground was, unknowingly, making Avery jump "And then I put the menus on the table and a little candle cause uhm… it adds a nice, comforting touch."

"You're very jumpy" Sarah’s comment comes off cross. With her arms crossed tightly over her chest and the look of near disgust on her face, she continues to stare Avery down, demanding some type of explanation.

"Pardon?"

"You're like..." The brunette proceeds to pull her shoulders up, recreating Avery's uptight posture and her quivering hands. "and you speak too quietly. I really can't understand you when you don't speak up."

"Sorry..." Even with Sarah complaining about her quiet voice, her apology came out in a whisper. She hoped, more than anything, that the girl would stop mimicking her. She couldn't stand looking at it. She couldn't stand it because she knew that it was accurate. She knew that she really looked like that, she knew it, and even she hated looking at it. How could anyone stand to look at her when she can’t even look at herself?

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry." She repeats, this time a bit louder. With a sudden wave of tears, her vision is becoming blurred, and her words are beginning to shake. She has not been picked apart like this in a long time.

"Are you gonna cry?" Sarah asks, brows raised and a devilish smirk on her face. What is she trying to do? Why is she talking to me like this?

“I'm not. " Avery quickly wipes her eyes before retreating behind the main counter, starting to turn on the various coffee machines and checking over their delivery reports.

"Aren’t you supposed to be explaining what you are doing? That’s what Tom said, anyway. " Sarah questions, sitting down on a bar stool in front of Avery, resting her elbows on the counter.

"I’m sorry, but I am not in the mood anymore," She continues to face away from the girl, focusing her attention on putting their baked goods into their display windows.

"Oh, is someone upset?"

"Please stop talking to me like that!" Avery exclaims, but her voice is still so frail that the message holds no confidence. It was more of a plea than a real request.

"I just think someone your age should be able to handle things better. No need to get upset over a simple comment." Sarah shrugs, but before she can say anything else Tom comes back with a confident smile on his face. Avery assumes that his call went well. She’s glad that something did.

"Alright girls, how is everything coming along?" His gaze switches between the two, Sarah has a beaming smile on her face while Avery’s eyes are so focused on a report that she is sure she could burn a hole straight through it.

"Great!” Sarah grins, gracefully standing up. "Avery and I get along great. I hope you consider for me this job, I really adore this little café."

"Oh well that's great!" Tom smiles. "I will get back to you soon about the position. Have a good day!"

"Thank you so much! You both have a great day yourselves!" Sarah grins, shaking his hand. "It was really nice to meet you, Avery." She adds before grabbing her umbrella and walking out into the rain.

"So, what do you think? Did she get the hang of everything?" Tom asks, taking over Sarah's place and sitting down on one of the bar stools.

"She's really great, Tom." Avery could hear the hesitancy in her lie, but she was glad that Tom did not pick up on it.

"Great."

"One bite" Harry argues, taking the pizza piece out of the cardboard box and holding it out to Avery just to see her shake her head.

"I'm not hungry, Harry" She murmurs , sipping instead a bit of her peppermint tea and leaning back into the cushions of the sofa. The small lie fell from her lips without a second thought, but Harry noticed it right as the words hit his ears.

Seconds after her shift ended at the cafe, Avery was rushing out the door. More than eager to retreat back to the safety of her flat. She hadn't been settled for more than a minute before Harry was knocking on her door. The unannounced visitor had her on edge, but opening the door to his calming figure holding a pizza box was a nice surprise.

"You need to eat something, Ave" He sighs, placing the piece back in the carton before sitting down next to her. The first thing Harry noticed after arriving at her flat was her demeanor. Her spirits seemed dimmed, her hands shakier than he liked, all the light had vanished from her eyes. Their dullness and pale tone of her skin made her look like that of a ghost.

At the party she had seemed fine, tired yes, but overall okay, and now she looked far from it. Harry immediately regrets the cup of coffee he brewed her the previous night, he had helped her with avoiding sleep. feeding into the problem that is so desperate for a solution.

"When was the last time you got a few decent hours of sleep?" He asks quietly.

"I'm not going to sleep," Harry reaches his arm towards her, trying to ground her, but she rose up from her spot on the couch too soon. His arm falling back to his side. He watched as she collected empty teacups, their saucers, and put them into the sink. As the faucet was turned on, sponge lathered in soap, Harry made his way to Avery's side.

"You need to sleep," He sighs, carefully placing a hand on her arm in an attempt to lead her away from the dishes.

"You look sick, love."

"I can't," She shakes his hand off, stepping back towards the sink. In a drowsy haze, she stumbled over her sock clad feet, almost hitting her head on the counter. Before she can comprehend what has happened, two arms lace themselves around her waist, gently pulling her into the safety of a warm chest. "please just leave. I’ll be okay."

Her pleas are softly shushed, Harry gently swaying them from side to side. With her back to his chest, Avery clings to his arms, her head falling to his shoulder.

"Look at me please...." His whispered request brings tears to Avery's tired eyes. She's too scared to look at him. To let him see her like this. She knows that once he looks at her he will insist on sleep. Part of her wants him to leave, solely because she won’t have to rest. So she can clean the few dishes in the sink, listen to the quiet murmurs of the TV set, and let her tears run freely. But she can’t, she knows that.

Harry can sense her quiet contemplation, so he gently turns her around, puts both his hands at the side of her face, making her look at him. His thumbs caressing the soft skin of her cheeks.

"I'll be right here next to you, okay? As soon as I notice there's something wrong I'll wake you up. I promise."

"You don't get it."

"No, I don't, but I'm trying. I just want to help you, Ave. This is not how you should deal with this... this is not how you should deal with your sadness." Harry whispers, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looks shocked at his words, their honesty too loud to ignore.

"I'm not sad, not always."

"I know." He places a kiss on her forehead before pulling her small frame to his chest, still swaying.

"I don't want you to leave, Harry" Her arms tighten around him. "I didn't mean to say that."

"It's okay, we're fine."

Avery is the first to step back, glancing over the kitchen before grabbing Harry’s hand. She leads him over to the untuned piano, silently signalling for him to sit on the bench before laying across it herself, resting her head in his lap.

"Before we go to bed can you play me something on the piano? please?"

He smiles down at her, her tone holding a sense of innocence he had never heard from her before. One he assumes was taken away far too early.

"What song do you fancy hearing this late at night?"

"Anything you like, but with lyrics, please. I like your singing voice."

"I think that can be arranged."

As his fingers card over the keys so effortlessly, Avery blocks out all thoughts. Her mind free from any fear, any worry. Her only focus being his voice.

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hello!!! this is my submission for the @1dffchallenges quarantine challenge. here’s 4.3k words of fluff on you and Harry in an established relationship, quarantining together in his cafe. featuring Valentine’s Day lattes in March, neon green crocs, and a proposal or two.

A smile curved your lips involuntarily as you walked into the cafe, breathing in the rich scent of coffee and sighing in the warm air. You shrugged off your coat, folding it over your arm and hovering around the edge of the cafe for a moment.

It was just after lunch and the rush was fading. You tried to look nonchalant, letting your gaze drift over the various paintings on the wall, but your eyes kept darting to the cute barista behind the counter.

His name tag said Harry, and his dark curls were hidden under a black cap. Your stomach fluttered every time he met your gaze. You’d been in there countless times, but you swore your heart rushed more each time he looked at you.

Once he finally finished his last order and the line had disappeared, you walked over. He grinned, leaning over the counter. “Well, hello, there,” he greeted you. “Hello,” you said back, smiling up at him coyly.

“What can I getcha?” he asked, and you hummed, looking at the menu behind him. “How about… hm. How about, surprise me?” He raised a brow, shifting forward, and said, “How about… a kiss?” He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, making kissy noises.

You giggled, shaking your head but kissing him anyway. “This friendly to all of your customers, are you?” you asked, walking around the counter. “Only the ones I date,” Harry replied, starting on your latte.

“Yeah?” you said. “And how many is that?”

Harry winked. “Don’t worry, love, you’re my favorite.”

“You flatter me,” you laughed, hopping up on the counter and swinging your legs. Kissing you again as he walked past to grab something next to you, Harry said, “My soul purpose in life,” and you snickered. “What a sad fate.”

Harry shrugged, nudging your leg. “I’ve learned to enjoy it.”

“Impressive,” you said, taking the cup as he handed it to you. “A Valentine’s Day Latte,” he said, and you frowned. “It’s March, H.” He smirked. “And?” You laughed, and took a sip, and he raised a brow. “Yay or nay?” You tilted your head from side to side, taking another sip before nodding your head. “Yay,” you decided, and he pumped his fist. “Success!”

“Very Valentiney,” you laughed, and he shrugged, leaning back on the counter behind him. “That was the intention,” he told you. You peered into the glass, watching the rose petals float around in the pink colored coffee. “And pink,” you added.

“Got something against pink, hm?”

“Of course not!” you exclaimed. “Only makes it better!”

Harry grinned. “Wicked.”

There was a beat of silence, and you sighed, your smile fading a bit as you swung your legs. “So I just came from Niall’s…” Harry nodded and crossed his arms across his chest. “Right. How’s the pub doing, then?” he asked, and you shrugged. “Eh. He was telling me about closing for COVID.”

Harry bit his lip, looking at the ground. “Right… I’ve been thinking about that…”

“The website’s up, right?” you asked.

“Yeah, but… I don’t think…” He sighed, shaking his head.

“We could do deliveries,” you said, cracking a smile. “Get a few bikes.”

“Get a tandem,” Harry replied. “Go together.”

You shrugged. “Or I could ride on your shoulders.”

“Do it on a unicycle. Charge extra for entertainment.”

“And get a monkey. Make it worth their money.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head again and putting his head in his hands. “I don’t know. I don’t know what we’re going to do.” You sighed, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. “We’ll be alright.”

He shrugged, putting his hand on top of yours and squeezing back. “Yeah.”

***

To be completely honest, you were nervous.

It was a few days later, and the cafe was (temporarily) closed, and Harry had sent you a text. Cafe in ten, it had said, and that was it. You saw Harry on the counter through the glass walls as you walked towards the cafe, hunched over his phone. The sign was flipped to Closed on the door, but it was unlocked, so you walked in.

“Hey,” you said, and he looked up with a grin.

“Hey!” he said.

You raised a brow, watching him hop up excitedly and shove his hands in his pockets.

“Right,” he went on, looking a little more nervous than you felt as he walked over to you and grabbed your hands. “Right,” he said again, “well, I have a question.” You laughed, nervously, and said, “You’re worrying me, H.”

He bit his lip, holding back a smile. He stepped back, and shoved his hands in his pockets again, and then pulled something out. It was a little black box, and your heart stopped when you realized what it was.

A ring box.

And then, he got down on one knee, and your hand flew to your mouth as you stepped backwards. You loved him - of course you did - but you’d barely been dating a few months. You hadn’t even moved in together. It was way too soon for this.

You began, “Harry -” but he cut you off, saying your name quietly as a smile tugged at his lips. “Will you make me the happiest man on earth…” He opened the box, so slowly, and despite yourself, you were curious about the ring he picked, and then -

Your heart dropped back down to your chest from your throat.

It was a key.

You caught your breath, laughing in surprise as you buried your face in your hands.

“... and quarantine with me?”

“You fucking bastard,” you laughed, catching your breath and shaking your head. “I was getting ready to reject you, you fucking moron!” Harry smiled, so smug, and raised a brow. “And? Is it still a rejection?”

“Of course not,” you breathed, still giggling as he stood up and you wrapped him in a hug. “Of course I’ll quarantine with you, idiot.” Harry laughed, kissing you gently but murmuring, “Somehow the insults don’t seem like a good beginning.”

“Jesus Christ, we’ll kill each other,” you said with a grin.

“And live happily ever after as ghosts.”

“Whoever takes over the cafe will be haunted out of their minds.”

Harry smirked. “Damn right.”

***

Harry pouted, leaning into you. “One more.”

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“But it’s so… hard,” Harry whined, kissing you again.

You smirked. “Hard, huh?”

“You’re not making this any easier,” Harry mumbled, glaring at your outstretched hand but then groaning and pulling himself up when you just walked away. “You’re a bloody tease,” he complained, following you down the steps.

“And you’re bloody lazy.”

“Maybe we should camp out in the cafe,” Harry said. “‘s empty anyway.”

“Yeah, right,” you replied as you reached your car. “Neither of us could handle that - you look like you helped Frankenstein reanimate his monster with that posture, and sleeping on the ground would not help.”

Harry scoffed, swatting at your shoulder as you grabbed a box. “If my back’s that bad, maybe I shouldn’t be carrying your entire apartment in a box, hm? Ever think about that?” He grabbed a box anyway, and you laughed, kicking the door open for him with your foot.

“It’s a sign of how much you love, me, H, and it is not my entire apartment.”

“Might as well be,” Harry grumbled, huffing exaggeratedly as you reached the top of the stairs. Living directly above the cafe was incredibly convenient, you were learning, in all times except moving. Then the two flights of stairs were just torturous.

Despite that, you’d made your way through almost all of your belongings - which really wasn’t that much, Harry was just being dramatic - and only had a few more boxes to go. If you’d keep moving, it’d probably take less than an hour, but…

“We deserve a break,” Harry declared, plopping down on the sofa again.

“H, we just -”

“Pretty please?” Harry said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“It’s gonna take -”

“Pleeasse?”

Finally you sighed, curling up next to him. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you murmured after a second, and he shrugged, kissing your forehead. “I can.” You smiled, looking up at him, and said, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, and he kissed you. You sighed, leaning into him. “Maybe we can get the rest of them tomorrow,” you mumbled, kissing him back. You shifted around to settle on his lap, and you felt him grin against your lips.

“Your first good idea of the day,” he said happily.

***

It only took a few days to fall into a routine.

It wasn’t a very productive routine, but it was a routine nonetheless.

Mornings were leisurely, spent in bed whispering nonsense under the covers or sharing lazy kisses. Lunches were ordered or made in the kitchen, fumbling over recipes and making a mess. Nights were the most action of the day, which was mostly just popcorn fights and giggly somersault competitions around the floor in front of the TV.

You probably made it through every single show of interest on Netflix, plus every single romantic comedy on the face of the earth. TV show reactions varied. Sometimes they’d keep you quiet, entranced in the worlds they created, and other times they were too ridiculous and far fetched to be believed and the dialogue would get lost in your laughter. Rom-coms tended to be a mix of gushing tears and snickered comments under your breaths.

You made competitions out of memorization, attempting to recreate the sword fights in the Princess Bride with chopsticks as you danced around his apartment and singing over each other as you rapped lines from Hamilton.

So really, you thought, listening to Harry snore with a smile, overall, not too bad.

***

“Pink walls,” you said, “with green trim and orange polka dots.”

Harry shook his head. “All green. Plus mustard yellow.”

“And orange polka dots.”

“Pink polka dots.”

“Fine. And blue stripes.”

Harry snickered, leaning forward off the back wall of the cafe and propping his chin on his fist. “We’ll give them a headache so they’ll get coffee just to stop the pain.” You nodded. “That’s the plan,” you agreed, and Harry raised a brow, turning his head to look at you. “The plan, hm? I thought that was just your atrocious eye for color.”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk, mister neon green crocs.”

“That was one time.”

“One time too many.”

Harry sighed, shaking his head. “I’d paint the whole place that same shade of neon green just for something to do.” You bit your lip, then stood up, dusting your hands on your pants. “Let’s… let’s dance.”

Harry just stared at you.

“C’mon,” you said, a smile growing on your lips as you held out your hand.

More staring.

“Harry,” you whined, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“We don’t have music,” he said.

“We have our phones!”

“Mine’s dead.”

You grinned, pulling yours out of your pocket. “Mine’s not. We can slow dance to… uhhh… to Etta James.” Harry groaned, leaning back against the wall. “I have no energy. We should sleep.”

“It’s eleven.”

Harry laughed. “Yeah,” he said, “it’s eleven.”

“C’mon, old man,” you replied, plugging your phone in and starting a song.

I Wanna Dance with Somebody started playing, and you held out your hands as you sang to him, “Clock strikes… upon the hour… and the sun begins to fade!” Harry laughed again, sliding down to the floor and watching as you pranced around the empty cafe.

“This is hardly Etta James, love.”

“Well, I’m hardly slow dancing by myself…” You raised a brow, holding out your hand again. “Unless…?” Harry grinned, shaking his head. “Oh, no,” he said, “I’m quite enjoying the show. I’d hate for you to stop on my account…”

He finally got up when the chorus hit, and you squealed in excitement. You pulled him around with you, laughing when he attempted a few moves and then encouraging him when he pouted at your mockery.

You saw him biting back a smile, and you couldn’t help but kiss him when he spun you around and dipped you low as the song ended. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” Harry said, grinning against your lips.

You grinned right back, pressing closer. “And what a wonderful way to go.”

“You know,” Harry began after a beat, “after all that dancing -”

“- it was one song -”

“- I don’t know if I can walk back up all those steps.”

You smirked, leaning into him and sliding kisses against his jawline. “You know… the one place we haven’t quite broken in yet…” Harry laughed. “Hardly sanitary, what you’re implying, you know…”

“We’re good cleaners,” you murmured.

His fingers slid your sleeve off your shoulder. “And we do need something to do…”

“Really doesn’t make any sense to go back upstairs,” you whispered.

“No sense,” Harry agreed with a grin. “None at all.”

***

“What if,” Harry mumbled the next morning, waking you up with soft kisses against your cheeks, “I left you… to go be a part… of the next Frankenstein remake...” You giggled, nosing into his shoulder. “Is it really that bad?” He pouted at you miserably. “Worse.”

You grinned, rolling over. “What’s the assistant guy’s name?” you asked. “Igor?”

“No idea,” Harry sighed. “We gotta watch that movie again.”

“Maybe you’ll find out when you audition for the part.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Harry groaned as he sat up and cracked his back.

“You sound like an eighty year old,” you laughed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much.”

“At least there’s coffee right there,” you said, sitting up and grabbing Harry’s discarded shirt as he pulled on his boxers. “And food…” Harry yawned, stretching his arms towards the ceiling. “We should learn French,” he said as he opened the mini fridge under the counter.

“French, huh?”

“Or Italian.”

You shrugged. “Or Spanish.”

“Or Spanish,” Harry agreed, cracking an egg into a bowl. “Or Arabic.”

“Mandarin.”

“Gaelic.”

“Czech.”

“Russian.”

“Urdu.”

Harry smiled, whisking the eggs. “All of ‘em.”

“We’ve got time.”

“Wanna help out, lazy bum?” Harry asked, spraying a pan with oil with a teasing smile on his lips. “Or should I do all of this myself?” You grinned, replying, “It’s good practice for your role as an assistant,” but standing up and popping bread in the toaster anyway.

“Think Frankenstein ate eggs?”

“Wonder if he had chickens,” you said.

Harry grimaced. “Probably had a few zombie ones.”

“Think their eggs taste better or worse?”

“Oh, better, definitely - they’re just green,” Harry said seriously, and you laughed as you slid the toast out of the toaster and onto a plate “Want some zombie eggs and ham, Sir Sam?” you asked, grabbing utensils.

“But I don’t like zombie eggs and ham,” Harry said with a pout, coming around to sit next to you at the counter. You raised a brow, crunching on some toast. “What happened to ‘better,’ huh?”

“Right, well, that’s my opinion,” Harry replied as he scooped some eggs. “I’m sure Sir Sam -” He frowned, pausing. “Wait, ‘sir’? He’s not a… he’s a knight?” You snorted, shaking your head. “I have no idea, babe.”

Harry tsked, giving you a disappointed look. “You should really be more knowledgeable about the classics,” he chastised. You raised a brow. “Classics, huh?” Harry grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “Absolutely.”

You smiled despite yourself, nudging his shoulder. “Okay, Dr. Seuss, whatever you say.”

***

You woke up in front of the TV, yawning as you sat up.

The end credits of some movie were rolling on screen. It was a film, all in French, that you had, apparently, fallen asleep in front of. Harry was asleep too, curled behind you on the couch.

The two of you had been going through movies in foreign languages for the past few weeks, and they hadn’t actually been that bad. A few of them were mildly interesting, a few downright boring, and a few, like this one, so tiresome that you’d both fallen asleep about halfway through.

You started cleaning up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and walking into the kitchen to slide it onto the counter. When you walked back in, remote in hand to shut off the TV, Harry was awake and yawning.

“Riveting film, hm?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Oui, oui,” you agreed, sitting down next to him again. “What time is it?” Harry asked, fumbling for his phone. You glanced at the clock, beating him to it, and said, “Ten. We should do something.”

“Let’s go to France,” Harry suggested, stretching out on the couch. “Buy some wine.”

“Or a vineyard.”

“Or both.”

You sighed, laying back against him and watching the ceiling fan. “Imagine quarantining in France. Or Italy, or something. On a vineyard.” Harry nodded. “Would certainly be easier to learn another language, yeah?”

“We’d be drunk half the time,” you mused.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You smiled, and you turned to look at him in the dim lighting. “Can you imagine? Frolicking around all day in our two hundred acres, half drunk?” Harry smiled back, shifting you slightly so he could sit up next to you. “Sounds like heaven.”

“I don’t know about the two hundred acres part,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss him, “but we could certainly do the half drunk part…” Harry shook his head, grinning against your lips. “Sorry, love, I don’t do anything half arsed.”

“Oh, my mistake,” you giggled, kissing him once more before standing up.

“Don’t bother with the glasses,” Harry called once you were in the kitchen.

“What are we, barbarians?” you laughed, and Harry shook his head. “No, darling, just incredibly lazy. Don’t feel like washing dishes…” You came back in, handing him the bottle of wine, and then looked around, biting your lip.

Harry took a sip, watching you, and then grumbled, “Oh, no.” You smiled, glancing at him inquisitively. “What’s wrong?” Harry sighed, looking at the wine mournfully. “You have your thinking face on,” he sighed, “which means we’re going to do something, and this bottle will be woefully full by the end of the night.”

“You’re too dramatic for your own good,” you laughed.

Harry looked up, smiling again. “And you’re not nearly dramatic enough.”

“We make a good pair.”

“That we do,” Harry agreed, standing up as he stretched his arms towards the ceiling. There was a beat of silence, and then Harry raised a brow, nudging your leg. “C’mon, then, out with it, what’s the idea?”

You grinned at him. “Cookies,” you declared.

“Cookies?” Harry echoed skeptically.

“Cookies.”

“Too far away,” Harry said conclusively, plopping back onto the couch.

“On the contrary!” you exclaimed, pulling him back up. “We’ll make them ourselves,” you said, and then laughed at the expression of horror on Harry’s face. “My dear rose petal,” he said, holding your hand gently in his, “my gorgeous honey pot. We are not making cookies.”

You scoffed. “Why not?”

Harry pouted, holding up the wine. “Because relaxation.”

“How about… relaxation… and cookies?” you asked, taking the wine bottle from him. He gasped indignantly and reached for it, and you giggled, backing up into the kitchen as he followed you.

“You clever minx,” Harry mumbled once you finally stopped, leaning into you and pressing kisses against your lips with a grin. After a second, you pulled away, smiling when he chased after you. “Cookies?” you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

Harry sighed dramatically. “Cookies,” he relented.

You shouted in victory and started rooting through the cabinets. Your favorite song came on after a moment, and Harry winked at you, coming around to help grab supplies. The two of you shouted along to the lyrics, spilling things as you measured and poured and scooped.

It was a game of theft once the dough was mixed, stealing pinches while his back was turned and playfully slapping his hand when you caught him doing the same. Thankfully, you still had a decent sized batch when you slid the tray into the oven.

Then you both stumbled back into the other room, and collapsed onto the couch. “We should have put wine in the cookies,” you murmured into Harry’s shoulder. Harry snickered, and then said, “That’s a grape idea…”

You blinked. “What?”

Harry giggled, nudging you. “Grape? Like, great? Because - wine?”

“Jesus fucking -”

Harry cut you off with a kiss, and you laughed despite yourself, leaning into him and letting yourself get carried away. His hands drifted, shifting you onto his lap, and your hands slid into his hair, messing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

It could have been seconds, or maybe hours, before you came up for air, breathless and red cheeked and way too hot and bothered for just a simple make out session. “You’re being a bit mean,” Harry whispered, and you raised a brow. “Am I, now?”

Harry nodded, feathering kisses down your jawline and behind your ear. “Too many clothes. ‘s quite rude, actually.” You giggled, leaning into him, slipping your hands out of your sweater, and then frowned.

Was something… burning?

“Shit!” you exclaimed, jumping off of him, and Harry gasped, reaching after you. You pulled yourself together, sprinting to the kitchen, shouting, “The fucking - the cookies!” Harry groaned, walking in after you.

They were burnt.

Well and truly burnt.

Harry came and stood next to you, gazing at the charred lumps of dough with a deep frown. “Fucking cock block,” he muttered, and you looked up at him, and then burst out laughing.

After a second, he sighed, wrapping his arms around you. “This went well, didn’t it?” he said. “Oh, wonderfully,” you agreed, and you shut the oven door. “Say, Styles,” you said, turning to face him, “ever heard of Postmates?”

“Why, no, I haven’t!” Harry replied with a grin. “You’ll have to show me!”

You nodded, pulling out your phone. “I guess I will!”

***

Between a few more cookie-baking-attempts, even more cookie deliveries, a couple more foreign-language films, twice that amount of romantic comedies, and even one or two morning jogs, quarantine dragged on as quickly as it probably could. Neither of you were sure how long it was going to last, nobody was, but you were constantly reminded of how happy you were Harry had asked you to quarantine with you all those months ago.

In fact, you were being reminded of it at this very instant, because you’d woken up to an empty bed and a sticky note signed by Harry with only the words, In the cafe, scrawled in green ink. A bit nervous, you got up, and got ready, and then headed down the steps.

The deja vu was unreal - he was sitting on the counter, hunched over his phone, swinging his legs. “H?” you said softly, and the deja vu continued. He jumped up, hands shoving into his pockets, a stupid grin on his face. “Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” you said back. “What’s up?”

“I, er - I wanted to ask you something,” he said, and you grinned, coming around to stand in front of him. “You’re making me nervous,” you replied, and he bit his lip, fiddling with his pocket again.

“Right,” he said, holding back a smile. “Right, well, quarantine has been fun, yeah?”

You raised a brow. Slowly, you agreed, “Yeah…”

“Well, I, erm - I was just thinking…” He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. “I was just thinking that I wouldn’t mind quarantining with you my entire life.” You laughed a bit. “I dunno about that,” you joked, and he flushed, shaking his head.

“I mean - I mean, of course not - obviously, the pandemic, I just - I meant -”

“Harry,” you interrupted softly.

“Sorry,” he murmured, smiling again. “Well, I have a question.”

“So you keep saying.”

He laughed, finally pulling his hand out of his pocket. But somehow, you almost weren’t surprised when it was a ring box. You grinned, glancing at it and then back at Harry but keeping quiet as he knelt down on one knee.

“You know,” he said, and all you could think was how much he was dragging this out, “they say you’re supposed to get down on one knee because of some old Norse tradition. Apparently, getting married is like taking an arrow to the knee and, erm - and, well, you know, falling onto one knee...” He dropped down to both knees, and you raised an eyebrow. “... but I’m getting down on both, because I’ve fallen… completely… for you.”

Before you could roll your eyes, he opened the box.

And this time, there was a ring inside.

“Oh my god,” you breathed.

“Well?”

“I thought - I don’t - this is like - but I thought -”

Harry laughed, leaning forward. “Christ, the suspense is killing me, woman!”

“Yes!” you gasped, letting him slide the ring onto your finger. “Shit, Harry, yes! Yes, of course!” He stood up, kissing you deeply, and you laughed against his lips. “Jesus, I thought… I don’t know what I thought - I just -”

Harry cut you off with a grin. “Shush,” he murmured.

You giggled, kissing him again, and then pulled back, letting your forehead rest against his. “Harry?” you said softly. He smiled, stealing one more kiss, and then said, “Yeah?” You grinned. “That Norse mythology thing isn’t true,” you whispered.

“Bloody hell,” Harry groaned, laughing as he stepped away and shook his head.

“Hey,” you said, pulling his back. “Hey, hey…”

He shook his head again, still grinning. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” you said.

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes and mocking nonchalance. He nudged your shoulder, kissed you, smiled. “I mean… I guess I love you, too… Even if the legend isn’t true… I don’t know if I’ve fallen completely for you, though…”

“Oh, shut up!”

Harry smiled, and kissed you. “If you insist.”

***

and there you have it!!! really hope you enjoyed! and if you did, a reblog or some feedback would be very much appreciated. thanks for reading!

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amtwst-tls · 4 years ago

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Scary outfit Jade Personal Story Translation Part 2

Jade Scary Outfit Part 2

Would you please teach me?

Where the 2nd years all talk about the Halloween traditions back at their places.

Classroom

Jade: Would you mind teaching me about the many different ways you all celebrate Halloween?

Riddle: ...Halloween, huh.

Riddle: In my hometown, typically young children would gather in the plaza and hold a 'Fun Party.'

Jamil: Why do you sound so detached?

Riddle: That's because I've only ever attended it once. So I can't speak much about it.

Riddle: The one thing that left an impression on me was the 'Apple Bobbing.'

Floyd: Goldfish-chan, what's that...Apple....whatchamacallit? That sure sounds real tasty~

Riddle: It's a traditional game that is played in the Rose Kingdom.

Riddle: You fill a large tub with water, and some apples will be tossed in, floating on the surface, which you have to try and catch with your mouth. Of course, you can't use your hands for this.

Jade: That... certainly sounds like a game to be played on the surface.

Azul: Indeed, the moment one lets go of the apple under the sea, it would immediately try to rise to the surface.

Jade: I suppose chasing after the apple could be a game in itself.

Floyd: That actually sounds real interestin'~

Silver: However... is it even possible to catch an apple with one's mouth?

Riddle: They normally use smaller apples rather than the regular ones... but even then it can be difficult.

Jade: Children with bigger physique would have the better advantage in trying to capture the apple in their mouth.

Riddle: Certainly, one would need good jaw strength to match the size of their mouth as well.

Ruggie: In this school, Jade and Floyd definitely have the advantage here.

Ruggie: They're dang huge. With sharp teeth to boot.

Jade: Fufufu, I wonder about that. I would be too shy to open my mouth so wide with people staring at me...

Jade: And I just may not be able to catch the apple in time while bumbling around...

Floyd: I mean, how do ya even decide on who wins in this kinda game?

Riddle: According to our rules, I think the one who manages to catch an apple the quickest would be considered the winner.

Riddle: There are regions in the Land of Pyroxene that play this game as well.

Riddle: Cater said that in his hometown, the winner was decided by who got the most number of apples.

Riddle: I was never able to grasp the technique, and would end up drenched from head to toe...

Riddle: Thinking back on it now though, I suppose the result was never the important part.

Riddle: Having fun, laughing at each other as we all struggle to catch that apple... I think such joys are important.

Jade: Certainly, to be able to see Riddle-san desperately chasing after an apple with his mouth wide open would be quite amus-

Jade: -I mean, would be worth seeing, yes.

Riddle: Just what were you trying to imply...

Kalim: I get what you were trying to say Riddle! It's not about winning or losing, it's all about whether you had fun or not!

Riddle: Yes... that's right.

Kalim: It's kinda different from the Rose Kingdom, the Halloween over at our Land of Hot Sands is real fun too!

Jade: Oh? Does the Land of Hot Sands have it's own peculiar recreational activity as well?

Kalim: Nope! When you say Halloween in the Land of Hot Sands, we mean 'Feast'!

Kalim: That's because in our homeland, to spend time together as we enjoy a splendid feast is what we consider to be the most fun!

Kalim: That's why, when Halloween comes around, the tables are almost overflowing with all kinds of delicacies!

Jamil: We do this so the ghosts that come back can also eat to their heart's content.

Jamil: Sweet, salty spicy... from small appetizers to large platters, we prepare a wide variety of dishes.

Jamil: When Halloween is close, the kitchens are always on full overdrive from the meal prepping alone.

Jade: Someday I would love to feast my eyes on such a sumptuous dining table myself... Are there any staple dishes for the tradition?

Kalim: The star of the Halloween Feast... it's definitely gotta be that dish.

Kalim: What was it again? That dish we bake with vegetables and sauce...

Jamil: Who knows?

Kalim: Ah, your face tells me you know it. C'mon, it's that one! The one with potatoes, eggplants and tomatoes!!

Jade: Is it something like... a lasagna that had the pasta replaced with vegetables instead?

Kalim: Ahh that's actually pretty close to it. It's super delicious when freshly baked.

Azul: I see, it certainly sounds like a dish that would be popular with people who prefer a healthy diet.

Jade: Jamil-san, would you mind telling us the name of the dish?

Jamil: Ha... It's a local specialty called 'Moussaka.'

Kalim: Yeah that! That's the one!

Kalim: When we were younger, even if there was no banquet or feast going on, I'd still ask Jamil to cook it for me time to time!

Jamil: It was quite the mess back then... my parents, and even the other servants would always scold me, telling me that children shouldn't handle fire by themselves.

Kalim: Eh!? That happened??

Jamil: We were still in elementary school after all.

Jamil: It's not like I was already great at cooking from that age... It would've been a big problem if I accidentally set a fire.

Jamil: I can now understand why my parents and the people around me used to get angry whenever I tried.

Kalim: Oof... I'm really sorry about that.

Kalim: But the moussaka you cooked back then was also super delicious! I can still remember the taste...

Kalim: Talking about it got me hankering for it again. Jamil, you gotta make it for me soon!

Azul: I would like to request it as well. It may be a good addition to the Mostro Lounge menu....

Jamil: No.

Kalim: Aww, don't say that Jamil~

Jamil: Moussaka is a very time-consuming dish that needs a lot of ingredients to make, it even needs two kinds of sauces to be prepared for it

Jamil: I don't believe such a dish is a good fit for a cafe.

Jade: From the sounds of it, it seems to be a dish that requires an oven to bake it.

Jade: The oven back at the Lounge isn't quite big... it would be quite difficult to bake enough of it.

Azul: I'm sure there are a number of ways to increase the turnover rate if you cook it all in one big platter.

Ruggie: Octanivelle's the same as ever.

Jade: Fufu... I suppose we can have a nice, long discussion about this once I have tried Jamil's cooking myself.

Jamil: Wait, I never said that I would make it- ...sigh...

Silver: *snore*

Jamil: See, you've bored Silver to sleep while you were hyped up about making profits.

Jade: Oh my, this won't do. My apologies for derailing the conversation.

Jade: Excuse me for a moment, Silver-san, Would you please wake up?

Silver: ...ha! I apologize. You want to know the traditions of Halloween at the Valley of Thorns, was it.

Jade: Yes, if you would please.

Silver: Halloween... all I can remember is my fath- I mean, Lilia-senpai going all out on dressing up for the occasion.

Riddle: As I recall, both of you are from the same province.

Jade: I see, so even the people from the Valley of Thorns would have costumes... It seems to be a standard custom no matter where you are from on the surface.

Silver: Do merfolk not have costumes?

Jade: We do not have a habit of wearing clothes in the first place.

Jade: But it is precisely because of that fact that I find wearing the many different kind of clothes from the surface quite interesting. Silver: As a matter of fact, it is quite difficult to say that dressing up was a fun memory... I shudder even now when I recall it.

Floyd: Ehh~ Wasn't pancake devilfish-chan even smaller back then?

Silver: Oh, there is not much of a change in terms of appearance, however...

Silver: It was the one and only Halloween that I had seen Lilia-senpai in such a fearsome visage....

Jade: My, that does sound very curious indeed, since he prides himself on being quite cute, and it's hard to disagree.

Silver: Lilia-senpai's threatening demeanor when dressed up like that...

Silver: Sebek who had witnessed the horror with me was also trembling in fear...

Silver: The two of us were so afraid to fall asleep that we promised to stay up all night together.

Jade: Oh my, if I were to be exposed to such horror, I would surely let out a loud scream myself...

Floyd: Ehh~ What the heck, I wanna see that too~ We've been together since the day we were born and I haven't got 'ta see that even once!

Ruggie: So~? Did you both end up greetin' the dawn with tears?

Silver: No, I ended up falling asleep at some point.

Riddle: As I thought...

Silver: Apparently, Sebek had to hold off on going to the toilet the whole night, so the next morning he was angry at me and called me a traitor.

Ruggie: Wow~ Even Sebek had such a cute side to him huh.

Jamil: Well then Ruggie, how is Halloween over at your place?

Ruggie: Me? I don't think our Halloween over at the slums would make much of a reference for ya.

Jade: Now now, I find any and every aspect of culture on the surface to be interesting, so please do enlighten me.

Ruggie: Well, I don't mind tellin' ya, but don't go gettin' all weirded out after hearin' it...

Ruggie: "Trick or Treat" is where ya get pranked if ye don't hand out the candy yeah?

Ruggie: But back at my place, it ain't anythin' as cute as that.

Ruggie: If candy isn't handed over, you'd be marked until ye do... it's a 24 hour candy collectin' endurance event! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wow that was long, really long, I almost died but I did it for y’all ;-; Note: Jamil and Kalim actually call the dish “Munazzara” but I believe that is another term for ‘Moussaka’ in jpn, I changed it so it’s easier to place. Part 1 Part 3

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trixicbean · 4 years ago

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supercorp + kryptonian: part two (part one)

@whyshedisappeared i saw this and screamed. someone wants my headcanons on kryptonian and i have so many!! *cracks knuckles* let's go!

i. how did lena propose?

we all know this business bitch is a literal softie on the inside and will go above and beyond for the people she loves again and again so she was d r a m a t i c.

she would have a private proposal though. she would still ask kara in kryptonian, she didn't learn all of that for nothing, and she would definitely ask with a ring and a bracelet to respect kara's culture as supportive girlfriend(soon-to-be-wife)™.

lena would probably go to ask kara at about two or three homemade dinners but chicken out last minute everytime. kara doesn’t clue in though because she is oblivious and just thinks lena’s being extra romantic and cute. alex, sam, nia, j’onn, jess, kelly and even brainy figure it out.

lena starts to get so nervous that it takes alex marching into her office, with the support of jess and sam and yelling “I swear to God that if you don’t ask her soon, I am going to take that ring and ask her for you and she would say ‘yes’ because she doesn’t care as long as she gets to marry you!”

lena goes home that night and bribes noonans to let her order in everything on their appetiser menu and then recreates that day in their kitchen. the only difference in the box that contained both a bracelet and a ring that lay in her pocket.

kara gets home and is a little confused and panics because she thinks she has forgotten an anniversary (a thing completely unheard of because kara still celebrates the anniversary of lena’s first game night by half-years). she concedes to lena’s (slightly overused) excuse that she just wanted to spoil her and they have an amazing dinner where they largely reminisce about their relationship and life together then it goes onto their future.

it’s organic and everything is right so lena launches into the speech that she regrets not preparing beforehand. “I want to spend every second of my life with you,” she starts by admitting, reaching a hand across the now empty table for kara’s, “You came into my life and it was like I could see colour for the first time. You broke down my walls and for that I am so thankful. You, every single part of you, I love with every part of me. I cannot imagine my life without you in it,”.

by the time lena had started the third sentence of her speech kara had begun to catch on and was nodding violently as tears sprung to the back of her eyes. by the time lena was kneeling in front of her she could barely restrain the ‘yes’ till after lena had said the words “will you marry me?”.

kara had fallen to her knees in front of lena as lena slipped into kryptonian. “Ni ieiu chadahzh tiv raozh im :zhao pryn-voghynj. Khap kehpahzh El Mayarah zrhymokhush vot gehd,”. Your mom told me about the :zhao (Kryptonian word roughly translate to romantic love) bracelets. I had it engraved with Stronger Together.

kara was in full blown tears as lena slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and then a ring onto her finger as they both whispered ‘I love you’ in both kryptonian and english as though it had the power to express the true depth of their feelings.

they had a wedding on earth with their english vows and a few whispered words of kryptonian and a ceremony on argo in kryptonian.

ii. did they teach their kids kryptonian?

yes!! kara is more against it to begin with. they can’t take their kids to argo until they are five anyway cs space travel is difficult on the body and you don’t want to fight with the overprotective parents that are a Super and a Luthor. she wants their kids to be normal on earth but lena is committed to creating a safe space for every part of their children. she gently coaxes kara onto her side with lots of love and a speech about accepting every part of herself and that she doesn’t have to hide and their children shouldn’t.

they end up speaking a combination of both of the languages around their kids from the moment they are born and when their kids start to talk it’s a combination of the two languages and they are a little confused but they figure it out and by the age of one-and-a-half they are all bilingual and switch between them with relative ease.

iii. do they speak both english and kryptonian at home?

yes but more kryptonian. thanks mostly to lena in the role of supportive wife/mother™, their home is a kryptonian safe haven. powers aren’t limited and everything is reinforced to avoid accidents. All the furniture, doors and everything in the house has nth metal lining so it can’t be broken.

walls have secret foam padding and so do ceiling (especially in the kids bedrooms after a few sleep-floating incidents (they don’t have lena holding them down at night)). they have red sun lamps in every room which can be turned on if they ever need a break and the garden has tall trees to shelter from neighbours so they can have flying practice.

iv. did kara teach lena more alien languages that she knows?

yes yes yes. lena luthor-danvers, national city’s resident geek begged kara to teach her every language she knows. she’d run out of earth languages. literally, she learnt every one, even ancient ones, in fits of boredom or in case they ever became useful. (lena luthor-danvers, resident geek was very smug when her fluency in ancient egyptian came in useful while solving a DEO case)

#this google doc was called fuck my life don't type into the tumblr draft box you stupid ass bitch #guess what happened there #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #supergirl #supergirl cw #sgcw #kashy mcgra #avery writes #kara x lena #lena x kara #supercorp + kryptonian

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mcatra · 4 years ago

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AU where Catra works at burger king

Catra works minimum wage at burger king, Adora comes in every day as the world’s worst customer.

AO3

‘I am being HARASSED.’ Catra groans, sprawling on her side of the register. ‘I’m begging you, just kill me.’

It was another slow afternoon at Burger King, or as she likes to call it the absolute shithole she only got minimum wage for. Catra could be out there living her life as a youthful teenager, instead she was serving chicken nuggets to her worst enemy- Adora. It didn’t help that said blonde was currently sitting in the corner, laughing obnoxiously with her friends she had replaced her with.

‘Aw I’m sure Adora isn’t here to harass you, she probably just likes our food! I do cook these to perfection you know.’ Scorpia says conversationally from her spot in the kitchen as she flame broils another patty.

Catra scoffs, her eyes trained on her most hated customer.

‘There has to be some sort of law against coming to one’s workplace every day! No one likes Burger King that much! NOBODY!’

Suddenly she sees Adora sit up from her chair, that makes a horrific screeching noise on their unmopped floor.

‘Oh god she’s coming.’ Catra whispers, trying to duck into the kitchen. ‘Scorpia! Hide me!’

Her friend shoves her back to the counter, as Adora approaches. ‘You’re the only one on this shift who is allowed to use the register-’

‘Do not make me serve her I swear to god-’

‘Hi Catra.’ Adora smiles, and Catra’s eyes narrow.

‘Whatchu want, princess?’ She sneers, avoiding her piercing blue eyes that reminded her of still lakes. Or swirling oceans. Or the fluffy white cloud bath bombs from Lush. Wait, no.

‘Mmm, can I get a strawberry sundae?’ Adora chirps, looking above her at the menu.

‘Can’t.’ Catra drawls, looking at her black painted nails. ‘The machine’s broken.’

Adora’s face falls in disappointment, and Catra cheers inwardly at her small victory until Scorpia’s voice cuts through their conversation.

‘That’s not true, the soft serve machine is fine.’ Her traitor friend says, pulling down on the lever and swirling a perfect sundae into the cup. She adds the syrup before handing it to Adora.

‘That’ll be $1.50.’

‘Thanks Scorpia.’ Adora smiles, rummaging through her purse to collect her coins.

Catra rolls her eyes.

‘What a cheap ass. Little rich girl can only afford a dollar-fifty ice cream? No wonder we’re running out of business.’

Adora frowns at this. ‘Did you want a tip or something?’

‘What? FUCK no. I don’t take charity.’ Catra scoffs, snatching the coins from her old childhood-friend-to-enemies palm. She swiftly jabs in the total and throws the coins into the drawer. They’re forced into silence as the receipt slowly prints, and she tries to ignore the way Adora is staring at her.

Suddenly Adora leans in close, and she can hear her murmur close to her ear.

‘I’ll see you at student council.’

Catra flushes at the proximity, every hair standing on end. Before she can stutter out an insult, Adora rips the receipt from the machine and is sauntering back to Bow and Glimmer.

The brown haired girl deflates, her nails scratching on the old countertop. All that mental damage, for $1.50? Life was not fair.

Adora always had the perfect grades, the perfect family and friends, the most cushy and royal upbringing. After their falling out involving a scholarship to a private school, they hadn’t spoken until the merger.

It filled Catra with sick pleasure that the private school had lost their prestige to embezzled money, and now had to be government funded. However in consequence of this, they had decided to merge the public and private school so they could sell off the land to build skyrises or something.

This meant Catra lost her position of School Captain to Adora after a fierce election, and had been demoted to Vice Captain. Not to mention no matter how hard Catra tried, she could never beat her in the school rankings. She couldn’t work to support herself and study 6 hours a day, like rich privileged Adora.

So now here she was, forced to interact with the one person she could’ve gone her whole life without seeing on a daily basis.

Ever since Adora had discovered Catra had been working at Burger King during a late night drive-thru run, her ex best friend had made it her life’s mission to make her life hell.

Of course she had done her best to make the experience awful to drive her away. Catra knew Adora hated pickles, so she would threaten Kyle to slice up an entire pickle’s worth in the blonde’s Whopper before giving it to her with a sweet smile. She is filled with glee watching Adora picking them out one by one in disgust.

This doesn’t stop Adora from coming though. Not even when they had made it into some sort of competition to see how many pickles could physically be crammed into a bun. Or even when she had put every single condiment including the salt and pepper into an unholy liquid concoction and served it in a cola cup. Not even when she gave Adora food poisoning when they got too carried away trying to stack as many patties as they could to recreate Sky Burger.

No matter what she did, the girl never went away. Even though she had so easily disappeared from her life when she had needed her the most. But she didn’t need Adora, she had gotten this job herself, she had gotten a roof over her head with her own power. She had worked so hard to become independent from Shadow Weaver, and no matter what, Adora will not jeopardize it.

‘I’m doing, what exactly?’

Catra stares dumbly at her manager, a sinking feeling dawning on her.

‘Adora ordered a birthday party at Burger King.’ Lonnie drawls, ignoring the look of complete horror on Catra’s face.

‘No, you can’t do this to me! Roster me for any other day. I cannot psychologically take this.’ She begs.

‘Sorry dude, the deposit has already been paid for. We’re short staffed, and it seems like Kyle has gotten fryer oil burns from your last burger experiment with Adora.’ Lonnie whaps Catra with the birthday catering pamphlet.

‘Stupid Kyle.’ Catra hisses, clenching it in her fist. Curse this damn place that can only afford to hire teenagers.

‘Anyway, just set up the tables and decorations after school on Thursday. Should be a good day for business, with Adora and her posse being rich kids and all.’

‘Can I at least get time and a half?’

‘Are you gonna be paying Kyle’s medical bill?’

Catra pouts. ‘Not my fault you guys don’t provide gloves. This place is an OSHA violation haven.’

WE do the PLANNING, YOU have the FUN! The bold font emblazoned over the small child’s smiling face mocks her from the pamphlet. Catra clenches it in her fist.

‘Also why the fuck did she book a kid’s birthday party package when she is like 17, and not 6 years old?!’

Lonnie rolls her eyes. ‘Do you still want a job or not? Just read the rest of the form, counting on you to organize it.’

Catra squints at the crumpled paper in her hand.

GOLD PARTY PACKAGE

-Themed birthday cards!

-Party bags!

-Birthday gift for the celebrant!

-Jumbo birthday cake!

-Pinata!

-Special birthday songs!

-Dedicated hostess!

Catra can feel her soul physically leave her body. This was gonna be a long week.

It was terrible.

Adora had handed these obnoxious Burger King birthday invitations to all her friends, so now she had all these RSVP’s to the worst birthday of all of human history. In between working shifts until midnight, dealing with Adora at student council and not eating, Catra was on edge.

‘No, you can not write ‘Die Adora Die’ on her cake.’ Scorpia chides, slapping Catra’s hands away to pipe the icing.

‘It’s what she deserves.’ Catra seethes. If she couldn’t eat it, she could at least ruin it, right?

‘They’ll be here soon, so try to take that dying grimace off your face.’ Scorpia replies, and Catra rolls her eyes before adding the finishing touches to the cake.

Suddenly the door opens, interrupting her decorating. The once quiet establishment was now full of loud chatter as their classmates piled in one by one. All of Adora’s old private school friends were here, all unironically celebrating their school captain’s children’s birthday party at the worst fast food restaurant in their state.

She plasters her fakest customer service smile she can muster. Dignity at the door.

‘Hi, you must be here for the Birthday Girl’s party.’ Catra says, approaching the group. Just treat it like you don’t know them.

‘Aw you don’t have to be so formal with us, Vice Captain.’ Glimmer teases, and Catra almost snaps from her facade. Almost.

‘Let me show you to your table.’ Catra grits out.

She had chosen the ugliest poop brown balloons she could find, and had deliberately made the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner lopsided on the wall.

‘Thanks Catra!’ Adora grins, bouncing past her to admire the decorations.

Catra imagines Adora’s face on the pinata and smashing it into a million pieces. She forces herself to take a deep breath. It was just the one shift, and she really needed this job. Plus after the party was over, she could probably nab some leftovers for her trouble.

All of the girls (plus Bow and Seahawk) sit around the table, and Catra marches over with the laminated menus.

‘Ooh, we all get hats!’ Perfuma says, placing her Burger King cardboard crown on top of her head.

Frosta squints at the menu. ‘I’ve never eaten fast food before. Looks disgusting.’

‘I think it’s fine! Adora wanted to eat here.’ Glimmer says in a sugarly sweet tone that just came off as passive aggressive. ‘Even though I had suggested my penthouse by the ocean and we go here nearly every day.’

‘I much rather would be at the ocean beach house thank you very much.’ Mermista retorts, swatting Sea Hawk off her shoulder.

Yeah me too, Catra thinks bitterly. She stomps off with their orders, cursing them inwardly the entire way to the kitchen.

Adora’s friends start playing with the so-called ‘entertainment’ they had haphazardly set up.

It was ridiculous, seeing grown teenagers lining up to try to smack the shit out of a glittery pinata. They squabble over who gets to hit it first, Catra feeling very much like a glorified babysitter to her most hated enemies.

After a while, she sees Scorpia emerge from the kitchen. ‘Happy Birthday to you,’ Scorpia sings with Adora’s birthday cake in her arms. ‘Happy Birthday to you~’

The others join in on the song, Catra only mouthing the words in silent rebellion. The cake is emblazoned with a crude doodle of Adora’s face with HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on her enormous forehead.

‘Oh my gosh, I love it!’ Adora’s sky blue eyes light up, and she’s practically sparkling. Catra huffs, she wasn’t supposed to like it. Didn’t she see the drawing was supposed to make fun of her five-head?

Adora catches Catra’s eye, beaming. ‘Did you draw this for me?’

‘She did!’ Scorpia tattles, and her enemy’s smile increased tenfold. Catra can feel her cheeks grow warm. Dammit.

‘Whatever.’ Catra bites out, unable to meet her gaze.

Luckily no one else seemed to be paying attention to the weird atmosphere between them, as they were split between eyeing the cake and pinata wrestling.

‘Get over here Sea Hawk, we can do the pinata later!’ Mermista chastises, watching Bow spin her blindfolded boyfriend.

‘Let me just get one good hit in, and I’ll join you!’ He crows, swinging the bat in random directions as Bow ducks the blows, laughing.

Just for anything to do, Catra takes it upon herself as hostess to snatch up the knife and start cutting. She cuts into the cake to start portioning out the slices, but as the knife touches the bottom Glimmer lets out a shriek.

‘What?’ Catra deadpans.

‘If you cut to the bottom of the cake, you have to kiss the person closest to you!’ Glimmer says, a demonic look in her eye. Adora elbows her, embarrassed.

‘Excuse me?’ Catra’s never heard of this tradition. Though to be fair, she had not been to many parties in her lifetime.

‘Oh, that’s right!’ Perfuma claps her hands together. ‘Adora’s closest right? Go ahead Catra!’

To her horror, Glimmer starts pushing Catra towards the blonde. She digs her heels into the linoleum, only to find that she was sliding from the newly mopped floors.

‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ The girls start chanting, like they were her friends and that she wasn’t their damn server.

‘What the hell- fuck no, let go of me!’ Catra finally snaps, wrenching herself from Glimmer’s grip.

The momentum sends her stumbling into Sea Hawk, who was still attempting to hit the pinata.

‘Ack!’ He squawks.

The bat goes flying straight out his hand and into their double doors. There’s a huge crash, and everybody winces at the noise.

The glass pane shatters, and so does Catra’s sanity. She was so fired.

Sea Hawk lifts the blindfold.

‘Did I get it?’

---

It was nearly closing time, and Catra was still sweeping up bits of glass from the floor. This had been one of the worst days of her life, and she had been beaten and homeless before. To make it worse, Adora was still grovelling when she should’ve gone hours ago like the rest of them.

‘I am so sorry Catra, I’ll pay for everything, I’ll take full responsibility so you don’t get fired-’

‘Stop it.’ She was too tired to even argue with Adora like she usually did, wishing Adora would just go away already so she could grovel over the phone to her regional manager without an audience. Catra always pretended to hate her job, but she couldn’t afford to lose it. She could barely make rent with her Burger King wage.

‘Please, let me help clean. It was my fault anyway.’

There was hardly any money left over to feed herself most days, that’s why she was skinny as a rake as opposed to the toned, buff, well fed Adora. She had only been functioning on a few nuggets that Scorpia snuck her yesterday. Did Catra still have those food coupons? How long until the bank charged overdraft fees?

‘Catra are you listening-’

‘I said stop it!’ Catra snaps.

Adora has the audacity to look stunned.

‘Why do you insist on harassing me at work everyday? Is it fun? Forcing me to play servant to you rich girls, to sing and dance for you? You already beat me in everything at school, you’re already School Captain, you have all the money and a loving family you need, so can you stop rubbing your privilege in my face just for one second so I can THINK?’

‘I...I just…I’m sorry.’ Adora starts and aborts a few sentences. Catra can’t even stand to look at her face.

‘This party at your work. It was the only way to get you to celebrate my birthday with me.’

‘.....’

‘Um, I-’

‘Whatever.’ Catra retorts, trying and failing to pick up the last shards with her too long fingernails. She hisses when the glass nicks her finger, cutting into skin. Drops of blood fall to the floor.

‘Are you okay?!’ Adora gasps, rushing to her side. Catra slaps her hand away, she needed to go find the cleaning supplies. Blood was a biohazard, there was some protocol for it but she was having trouble remembering.

She goes to stand up, but the fatigue rushes to her head and her legs give in underneath her. Instead of smacking her head against the floor, she feels herself land on something soft instead.

Adora hooks her around the waist, gently placing her into the booth. She grabs a napkin from the dispenser and wraps it around Catra’s hand. She can feel Adora’s warm hand squeezing her own.

‘I’m just applying pressure to the cut.’ Adora says quietly.

Catra just closes her eyes. It’s well past midnight and she should be locking up the store, but she can’t bring herself to move.

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