#Credits for divider goes to @Ianrkives

[blood-smiles]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𐀪𐀪

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - MDNI TW!! suggestive thoughts and actions coming from yandere . yandere character . defo unprofessional behavior from reader . very gory towards end . This is Yandere, do you need more warnings??? Lmao . I NEED HELP MAKING CONVERSATION FLOW, HELP IS NEEDED (；´д｀)ゞ

╰┈➤ Kicking your shoes on, you made haste of getting ready, you had dolled yourself up, applying your beauty knowledge and professional techniques in and out of your studio.

Grabbing a furry white coat and wringing your keys in the pockets, you kicked the door open and sprinted all the way to your car, getting in the driver’s seat and revving up the engine of your vehicle.

Your eyes wandered towards the moon, the orb in the sky glittered brighter than any other night, a soft blue shimmering off the surface, the centerpiece in the sky amongst the twinkling stars.

You smiled, you had high expectations for this night, was it unprofessional on your part? Oh, yes, definitely. But you honestly couldn’t care less!

You arrived to a beautiful manor, the moon cast a bright light over the white walls of the almost castle like structure.

The door opened softly, revealing the one you were waiting for, your eyes widened, he looked more dazzling than ever.

That.. Hair, his hair was curled, a stark contrast to the straight hair you were used to.. And you felt a strange sense of Deja Vu.

His heterochromatic eyes met with yours, shyly waving at you, he stopped for a moment, as if allowing your eyes to skim over his body.

A sky blue satin slip dress stuck to his body, tailored to fit his body shape in a flattering manner, specifically bringing attention to his slim waist.

A soft white boa hung off his gloved forearms, making him look like a nymph out of a fairytale book.

After snapping out of it you adjusted your clothes, now feeling a little self conscious about your fashion choices.

The car door opened softly, a sweet vanilla smell wafted into the vehicle as Mikhail proceeded inside the car.

Leaning down to not bump his head you couldn’t help but get a view of his chest, soft skin gleaming with fine glitter dust.

Out of respect, you immediately looked away, saving yourself and him an awkward moment.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out softly, his face slightly colored in a soft pink, deep eyes filled with an indescribable adoration.

Sweat gathered on the back of your neck, taken by the sudden compliment, god. You probably looked so gross right now.

“I-Well, thank you. Y-You look even more beautiful than I do.” You shyly smiled, leaning in for a quick hug.

Mikhail pounced at the opportunity and hugged you back, a little too long and close however. Gently kissing your cheek before sitting back in his seat.

Thank the lord, you didn’t notice how his inner legs were drying off from a sticky substance. Hopefully that pheromone thing people were talking about on social media was true.

You didn’t know he had masturbated to your pictures right before he left the house.

The drive was pleasant as the both of you spoke and joked about the things of life, you didn’t know that Mikhail had such a sharp tongue. He had his own way of saying things, mostly with sarcastic remarks but without losing his air of elegance.

The both of you walked into the restaurant, your arm looped into his and gently holding his bicep. It surprised you he would allow you to be this touchy so far but, a win is a win..?

Moonlight shadowed Mikhail’s face in the most delicate of ways, looking as if it was scripted and was inside a photo studio. If you were oblivious, you would think that there was a light reflector propped up somewhere.

You found yourself really liking this type of lighting and making a mental note of implementing such angle into future shoot.

His face was so familiar.. It tickled a spot of your brain so annoyingly, it felt as if it was being poked and prodded every time you looked at his face and body. There was something just so—

“(Y/N)? Sweetie? Are you alright?..” the silver haired man tilted his head at you, waving at you a little.

You blinked a few times, your mask slipping for a second, only to immediately tilt it back on your face. Offering a small smile to diffuse the situation.

“A-Ah, sorry. It’s just.. Am I crazy or have we met before?” The question came out lightly, almost as if it was a subtle joke.

To your surprise, he scoffed. An attractive chuckle spilling from his glossed lips

“Did it really take you that long to notice? Hm?” He teased, his voice filtered with a slight tone of condescension, putting a hand to cover his mouth.

“..Y-Yes???” You swallowed thickly, playing with the corner of the table cloth “You were that person under the moon.. What was it.. uhm— 3 years ago? I remember you vaguely—“ you toyed with a napkin, folding it and unfolding it various times, making patterns on the once smooth paper.

“You ran away from me when I was going to give you my phone number.. haha?” He paused at that, biting his bottom lip softly as he considered his next words carefully..

“I got nervous, I remember looking at your face and seeing that beautiful look in your eyes and.. I suppose I couldn’t take it and fled like I was used to.” He explained softly, rubbing his arm.

“—That leads me to the next thing, it was thanks to you I am here now. You are the reason I have even pursued this career!” He stopped to breath, his cheeks progressively turning a deeper color as he clutched a hand to his chest, a crazed look taking over his usually serene expression, “I now live in luxury thanks to you, I would be lost without you. You are my savior—My reason to live— My soulma—“

“Are you both ready to order?” The voice of a waiter swiftly cut his lovesick ramble off.

You stared at the model for a moment, still processing the strange and sudden confession from the beauty.

You blinked hard, you blinked once, twice. Hell even thrice.

“U-Uhm. I will have some (food) with some w..wine.” Your voice came out bewildered, your tone sounding off and as if you had been just woken up with an electric shock.

The man across from you glared at the waiter, hate filling his unusually colored eyes. His gaze sharp as a newly sharpened dagger. if you were in the receiving end of his glare, you might have pissed your pants.

“..I’ll have some grilled fish with a salad, don’t forget to get me the finest wine you have.” Mikhail ordered politely, feigning goodwill but keeping his tone as clipped and short as possible.

He was pissed, oh and you could tell. A small vein sprawled across his cheek, the jugular in his neck bulging as he looked at the innocent waiter.

The waiter smiled before turning and leaving.

The mood was.. tense, you suppose. But, this would be a good time to gauge some information from him.

“So.. What was your childhood like?” You asked, clearing your throat and drumming your fingers along the beautiful wooden table.

“..It was alright, I struggled a little in my earliest years though. My parents and I aren’t natives to this country, so we never had any solid footing. I guess I grew up with little.”

He softly related, his fingers picking out lint from his dress.

He continued shortly, “When you found me, I was not doing too well. My mom had passed and I was unemployed, basically homeless.” Mikhail  shrugged as if it was no biggie.

His eyes zipped up to yours, establishing eye contact with a fiery look in his eyes.

“Then you found me. No kidding but.. You improved my life in ways that aren’t even describable, and I am seriously thankful and indebted to you for my whole life.” The man bowed his head, his hand grasping at your own and interlocking his fingers in between yours.

“..I wish to learn more about you, talk with you— Share with you. I feel a connection, as if we were bound by invisible threads of fate. Every moment away from you feels like a thousand years of torture.” he took a moment to breathe deeply, mustering his confidence.

“Will you give me the chance to prove that I am worthy of your time and love?”

Wow.. You didn’t even know how to react, your jaw had dropped a little at that whole confession. 

“Hahaha.. Wow, i.. I don’t know what to say. I’m flattered..” the nervousness in your tone was clear, you really had been taken off guard by such a thought out message

He stared at you expectantly, waiting for the answer like a kitten waiting for a warm bowl of milk.

“I think we can give it a shot.” You nodded, gently squeezing his hand in a comforting manner.

He shot up from his seat, opening his arms and trapping you in a bone crushing hug while kissing your face everywhere once and over again.

Lip gloss coated kisses stained your visage, on your nose, your cheeks and your forehead. Leaving the main platter for last.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you, (Y/N)!” He cried out, hugging you against his chest when he finished assaulting your face with his lipgloss.

You weren’t able to bounce back after that, your soul leaving your body through your mouth in a small puff.

You merely nodded your head, cheeks going up in flames, the blood vessels in your face working overtime.

He giggled slyly, looking over at the stains he left on your face, the product glistening with the light casted from the candlelight.

It wasn’t very long until the meal arrived, it was painfully awkward for you. Not for Mikhail however, he somehow kept the conversation going for much longer than you thought. 

Now the tables turned, instead of you asking the questions, he took the lead and began prodding about you and your life..

“What’s your full name?”

“Can I have your address?”

“Do you prefer lace or silk?”

Strangely, the questions got more personal each time he asked, you tried to answer his questions to the best of your ability while eating your meal.

You turned to the moon, as if searching for guidance on this date. Huh, interesting, the moon was a light pink, teetering into the red color spectrum. 

Was there going to be a blood moon tonight? 

Damn, that sticky ass lipgloss was getting on your nerves.. You gotta go wipe it off now.

“I’ll be right back!” You dismissed yourself, getting up and taking your bag with you.

“What?..” his smile faltered, eyes sharpening for a moment.

“W-Where? Without me?” His voice turned desperate, his hand tightening over the sharp steak knife.

“I’m not leaving, don’t worry— I just need to go to the bathroom really quick.” You assured him, not noticing how he released the hold on the knife in his hand. His shoulders relaxing noticeably and eyes turning back to its normal shape.

“Alright. B-But don’t be long, darling.”

You turned around, facing the way where the bathroom was. Unfortunately, you failed to notice the server with various drinks in one hand and a many dishes on the other. She shifted her weight on her feet, obviously seeming out of her element and nervous.

When you least expected it, you felt a cold sensation on your clothes and face, dark wine splashing over the freshly washed cotton clothes over your body and hair.

Then came the harsh impact of another body on you, the female server landing on top of you with a loud thud.

The talking around you had came to a complete halt, as if pausing time itself. The woman slowly lifted her head, looking at you with wide eyes as she got off of you.

And you? You were so fucking embarrassed, this girl had just dumped all the god damn staining wine all over you. And—And What made matters worse is that your date was watching you!

“I-I’m so sorry Mr/Mrs/Mx!!!! I-I didn’t.. I don’t—“ she gasped out, hands shooting out to press over your clothes with a handkerchief in hand, only making the situation worse as the wine spilled further on you.

“I..I.. Please get off.” You quietly mumbled out, the smile on your face turning into a frown in a moments notice. 

She scattered away, apologizing profusely as she picked up all the ruined plates of food and spilled wine glasses.

You got up as quickly as you could, sipped walking to the bathroom while biting back tears, this was the worst feeling ever.

You had been publicly humiliated, in front of the highest class of people and a potential partner. God, you were an embarrassment.

You stood in front of the mirror, looking at your dirtied face and soiled outfit. You sniffled softly, tears brimming your lash line.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration. This was a mistake, if you had known the night would turn out like this- You wouldn’t have called Mikhail.

This was a waste of both you and his time. Simply because of your pride.

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Your date watched with wide eyes as you toppled over with a different server. His fingers ghosting over the knife under his palm, about to shoot yo from his seat and get that harlot off you.

He was too late. Blood red wine spilled over your head, dripping down onto your clothes and staining your whole dress/suit.

His eyes widened, his jaw gaping at the scene. Covering his mouth with one hand to hide his shock.

He saw how that bitch tried to dab the wine away, crawling all on top of you as if you were up for grabs. Did she not see?! You were his! HIS ONLY!

His face contorted into an ugly grimace, something unfit of his beautiful features. Looking 

Then he looked at your face, his porcelain heart cracked in two. He saw the vacant look in your eyes, the slight tremble of your bottom lip as you bit back a sob. 

Oh. how he was going to make this disgusting server pay the price.

He shifted his focus onto the worker, silently stalking behind her. His footing was light and quiet, being her shadow as she staggered off into the restaurant’s garden.

Alike to an arctic fox, he waited patiently for the moment to strike. This dumb, mindless little chicken being the next on the chopping block.

The red moon cast a sinister lighting over the two of them. The waiter tripping over a stone and doubling over and into the grass.

That’s when Mikhail struck. He threw his weight on top of the helpless woman, raising his arm over his head and plunging his knife into her head.

He laughed melodically, the sound seeming out of place in the gory scenario.

He couldn’t stop. He was going avenge you, Mikhail White was going to fight for your honor and love. And it all was going to start with this small sacrifice.

Stab. Stab. stab.

That’s all that went through his head, his hands gripping around the knife and twisting into the woman’s forehead.

His curls covered his face, the wavy hair shielding the crazed expression of his face.

He dragged the blade across her eyes, watching the blood bubble up as he slashed the almost gelatinous material of her eyeballs.

“This is for looking at my (Y/N).” He seethed out, plunging the knife into her eye further and gauging them out her face.

He retracted the weapon from her face with a wet sound, only to dig it back into her throat and drawing a deep, jagged line over her cheeks and mouth.

his free fist pounded against her teeth, knocking most of them out, blood gushing out of the empty gums.

“This for even speaking to them!”

He let out a shaky breath, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

The assault weapon ripped into her arms, severing them from her body completely. His own hands grabbing at the bodyless limbs and twisting them until they dislocated, bones peeking out from under her skin.

“And this is for even having the gall to touch (Y/N).” He grabbed her head, whispering into here ear cruelly.

He shoved the steak knife into the inside of his dress, mustering crocodile tears as he staggered back into the establishment bathed in crimson.

“H-HELP!! A-A KILLER IS ON THE LOOSE AND—AND THEY ATTACKED A WAITER IN FRONT OF MY OWN EYES!!” 

The model cried out desperately, faking a panic attack as he looked for you, frantically clutching his chest as he whipped around frantically.

Soon he found you, looking for him. He immediately crashed into your arms, trapping you in his toned arms.

He kissed your head “T-Thank god you are okay.. I-I don’t know what I would do if I had lost you!!” He sobbed, eyeliner and mascara running down his cheeks in a dramatic showcase.

You hugged him back, apologizing for leaving and not going back for him. He assured you it was alright! It was just so great to see you alive and breathing in his arms..

The blood moon reseeded into a pale white, sirens lighting the scene up.

The both of you were ruled out as suspects, just as planned, he played the role of the victim and you were his concerned partner.

The police felt pity and offered their condolences, letting the both of you go home.

The both of you arrived at his castle like home, he insisted that he was scared for you and wanted for you to stay with him. He couldn’t bear losing you too.

So you did.. 

He and you stepped under a post light, the soft pitter patter of the rain falling from the sky and over you.

He brought one arm over your shoulder, his other free hand holding your cheek tenderly as he leaned in for a passionate kiss under the moon light.

He led your hands on top of his waist, gently gripping at the stained satin dress.

He closed his eyes, so did you. He indulged completely in the heated kiss, devouring your lips and tongue as best as he could.

He smiled into the kiss, you were his now, he had you right where he wanted. Now all he had to do was offer a diamond ring to you.

“It doesn’t matter how many heads will roll, it’s nothing but a small price for maintaining our beautiful love.”

[maroonpascal]

Oh darlin', don't you ever grow up

Pairing: Harry Castillo x reader

Summary: Harry brings his daughter to work, what could ever go wrong?

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: @everandforeveryours requested "daddy daughter working day with his 2 year old baby -Eloise- that he adores" (...) "daycare closed due to bad weather" (...) “Harry offers to take the baby with him for the day.” Full request here 💖 || lyrics in the title are from "Never grow up" by Taylor Swift

Divider credits: @ianrkives

|| MY FICS ||

The rain keeps pouring on the huge windows of the penthouse, Eloise pointing at it and seeing the raindrops racing on the glass, leaving her handprints on them.

Harry takes a glance at them too, brushing his hand on her hair, and then looking up at you, “I just got the email from the daycare, they’re closed due to this terrible weather.” He says, as you’re just getting off from the phone, the first of many calls you’re gonna have to do today, the keys of your car in hand as today you’re also gonna have to do multiple trips with all the clients.

You breathe deeply, “Oh come on, it cannot be that bad.” You say, coming from the studio, and aiming for the bag as the wind picks up and a lightning breaks the sky, Eloise refraining from the window and tugging Harry’s trousers to be picked up. “Light”, she points at the sky as she’s now in Harry’s arms, him softly smiling at her, “Yes, lightning”, knowing it might be a bit of a complex word to say at that age.

“Oh well, maybe it is that bad.” You utter, closing the laptop and putting it in the bag, “So what do we do? I have to make a rounds of trips and ugh, I hate this so much, I would love to bring her with me but she would get stressed and then I would feel bad for her, and-”

He stops your rambling, a hand over your cheek, his thumb brushing there, “I could bring her to work with me, how bad could it be?”

He arrives at work with definitely a different luggage than what he usually brings, this time having her in one arm and a bag with all the necessities for her in the other.

He greets everyone and really he doesn’t have to explain the reason why he has brought his kid to work, he’s the boss after all.

“Alright, daddy is gonna have to work, but you have all your colours and toys here.” He softly says, picking up the colours, some paper, some of her lego toys and some cars too.

He also brought the play mat, so that now all the stuff is sprawled on it and she can play safely and out of the reach of the desk, but still being in his sight. Well, seems fun, right? He thinks as he’s on his computer, glancing at the screen and then glancing at her to see how she’s doing, just blissfully colouring while having the tablet on the ground with some cartoons, although muted, this seems very much alright, like something that he could do everyday if it is this easy. He even keeps her a little on his lap while working, as he’s just going through some reports, occasionally noting something, while she makes the car run back and forth on the desk, making the vroom sound with her mouth, Harry fondly smiling down at her and placing a kiss on her head.

Although at some point she gets tired of the car and the keyboard surely looks more interesting, with all those buttons that her dad is tapping, so she thinks she might join him in doing that. And Harry doesn’t even notice that she’s aiming for that, quick as lightning she hits the keyboard, a series of invented words appearing on the document he’s working on, “No, no, we don’t do that, honey.” He gently says, lifting up the keyboard and moving it so that it is out of her reach, “But fun!” Eloise complains, pointing at the forbidden object now out of her reach, “Look, this is fun,” he says, making the car run on the desk but her now looking uninterested in that, pouting her lips.

“Alright,” he gets up with her in his arms, “Let’s find something else, sweetheart.”

Harry goes around the desk to reach the mat and letting her there, taking the lego bricks from the bag and sitting on the floor with her for a moment, and surely this suit is not the most comfortable thing to be sitting in on the floor, but it really doesn’t matter.

“Should we build a little house? Or a tower?” He asks, gathering all the colourful pieces, and she answer with the word “tower”, being a kinda difficult word but nothing that infinite rewatches of Rapunzel cannot teach.

In fact she aims for the Rapunzel doll, setting her aside of the bricks as Harry is starting to build the base of it, knowing damn well that he is somehow losing some precious time but definitely this time spent with his kid is more precious than anything else, any other call can wait, and every e-mail too.

He even puts Rapunzel playing on the tablet, adjusting it so that she can watch it and putting it a reasonable volume.

And well, when he goes back to his desk he realises that it is surely something having to work on his documents, while having some Disney songs in the background, finding himself even humming to them as he knows all of them by heart at this point.

Once again, this is working perfectly, he thinks, glancing at her and seeing the tower taking shape, brick by brick, as now the doll is sitting on top of it. Of course, it’s not that tall, just her height, and she calls him to go and see her work.

“Good job, darling,” he opens his hand so she can high five him, being all happy of her work, “This looks awesome!” Brushing his hand on her hair, Eloise gingerly smiling up at him, clapping her hands, before taking too the little Rapunzel’s friend, the chameleon, and putting it next to the doll, “What’s his name?” He asks, crouching down at her height, and pointing at the little animal, “It’s Pascal!” Him nodding knowingly and he would spend so much more time there but the phone rings and rings and eventually he has to leave her and pick it up.

All the tension comes back at him, being it a call about the new deal that they have to reach, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paces around the big office, looking up at the whiteboard with all the graphics on top of it, and of course playing on the mat looked more fun than this.

It’s a warm up call, that just precedes the video call in the afternoon, and so it doesn’t last long but surely long enough for Eloise to disappear from his sight. He quickly closes the call, looking at the door of the office which is still closed so of course she must be in here, but the question is where.

He calls her name, not hearing a single sound in return and he starts scanning the whole office, being sure that she is here, she couldn’t be anywhere else. It’s when he’s crawling under the desk that he hears some giggling, immediately coming out from it but not without hitting his head on the damn desk, massaging his head as he follows the giggle that leads to the cardboard of a company that he left there, now knowing perfectly where she is. “I guess someone started playing hide and seek without me!” He jokingly says as he moves the cardboard, and she’s there all proud of herself for having found that hiding, keeping the doll in her arms.

The morning goes by with any other accidents, him sipping on his coffee and her on her bottle of milk while keeping her in his arms, her scrunching her nose at the smell of coffee, in the same way you would do when you feel something that you don’t like, and Harry can’t help but thinking how perfect both of you are.

He’s writing some emails when his personal phone starts ringing, your name showing up on the screen, being followed by a red heart.

“Hi, my love.” He answers, dropping everything else just to hear your voice, “Hi, Harry, just wanted to check on you and Eloise, how are my two rays of sunshine doing?” And he can hear the fondness in your voice.

He smiles all content, “We’re doing great actually, the morning went by in a heartbeat and you should see the tower that she built, very impressive.” He says with the most endearing tone, hearing you sighing and somehow wishing you were there too to see all of that, and he will surely take some photos to send at least. “Oh really? How about the video calls you have this afternoon?” You ask, tapping on the steering wheel of your car, waiting at a red light, “Is that gonna be a problem?” But Harry feels confident about that, “I thinks it’s gonna be just fine.”

The lunch break goes by and what he gets from it is a baby food stain on his shirt, which alright, he should have thought about that and maybe pack an extra shirt to wear if any accidents were to happen, but anyway, this is still fine. He checks nervously his watch, still 1 pm and that means still some more hours before that important video-call.

He’s sipping on his coffee again, taking a break on the couch in his studio and still looking outside the window of the skyscraper, the rain still falling copiously, giving no signs of getting better, it is just getting worse if anything; he immediately leaves the cup on the coffee table the moment a lightning breaks the sky, Eloise running to him ready to climb the couch but she won’t have to do that, as Harry has already picked her up in his arms, cuddling her by keeping a hand behind her head as she hides on his shoulder. “It’s alright, darling, it’s alright, it’s just the sky being a little angry, remember?” He softly asks, placing a kiss on her head, gently rocking her in his arms; she grabs his already wrinkled shirt, slightly nodding, as he finally finds the remoter for the internal shutters, closing them and now the only lights will the be the ones in the room, not the ones from outside. “All gone, baby, all gone.” Harry reassures her, wishing he could stop the thunder too, her jumping a little in his arms, being startled by it. He gets up and starts pacing around the room, knowing that she must be very tired and in need of a nap.

Harry even ignores the phone when it starts ringing, actually muting it because the only thing that really matters right now is that his daughter will feel at ease again and will fall asleep. It’s never easy to have her fall asleep, she’s always so full of energy, and he knows that he might even spend the whole next hours just pacing around to make her relax.

So today he thinks they might be breaking a record, because after only twenty minutes she goes pliant in his arms, her face on the crook of his neck, her slow and delicate breathing warming his skin.

Harry paces slowly to the couch, gently laying her there and making a sort of fort around her with pillows, and landing a blanket on her that he had packed too among the other things. He tucks her in, brushing a hand over her hair, her relaxed expression telling him that he can start working again. He keeps an eye on her of course, tapping quietly the keyboard, a fond smile on his face whenever he looks at her, his chest warming just at the thought that today he is being able to spend so much time with her and still working.

He actually has gotten a lot of work done by the time he hears some footsteps and he looks at the couch seeing the blanket on the floor and then a hand taps on his thigh, looking down and finding her there, “Hello, princess.” and once again, her safe place is his arms, cuddling on him as she finds things to play with on the desk, Harry placing a kiss on her head. She’s really calm, even too much, he thinks, which makes him realise that there might be some mischief around the corner now that she got some sleep in and her energy will be back in full force.

It’s almost time for the video call, being a very important one, so he decides to get out of the office and leave his daughter with his assistants, giving them everything they might need; he could have already done that this morning, leaving her with someone else, but it wouldn’t have felt right and even right now he hates that she has to stay out of his office.

The video call goes on very smoothly, having in front of him all the data needed and looking secure about the deal, which of course he seals in even less time than expected.

It’s when he comes out of the office that he sees people scrambling around, asking himself what happened, quickly scanning the long hallway and not seeing his daughter anywhere.

A feeling of panic sets in his chest, unconsciously knowing that she must be here, in this building and on this floor, but the fact that he can’t see her is not helping at all.

And now he understands why everyone looks in a hurry, going back and forth in the corridor.

“Where is my daughter?” He asks his assistant, his voice almost breaking, still not getting a proper response as no one seems able to find her.

Harry goes back and forth, looking around corners, moving chairs and everything, his composed look now turning wild.

Until someone urges from down the hallway, where the room with the elevators stands, “I found her‼”

He rushes there, only to find her happily playing with the elevator’s buttons, almost not even able to reach them, all calm while her father was on the verge of a heart attack just a couple of seconds ago.

“Eloise,” he utters, her looking up at him, “We all searched for you everywhere, you don’t run away like that.” He continues, crouching down at her height, as she’s raising her shoulders like if she’s saying what’s all the fuss about.

“But I wanted to play!” She looks at the buttons of the elevators, still looking very interesting.

“But this is not a toy, alright?” He explains, his voice never hard, as he could never be angry at her, “This could get broken if you mess like that with the buttons, and people need this elevator. You have other toys, darling.”

And this time she nods, leaving the elevator and he takes her hand, Eloise actually tugging his jacket and he just picks her up, feeling a pout on his neck as she’s laying her head on his shoulder.

Harry takes a big breath when he’s finally in the office again, closing the door behind him, a hint of tiredness starting to set on his shoulders.

“Are you upset?” Her tiny voice comes from where she’s all cuddled on him, her fingers grasping a little the curls at the base of his neck, she would always do that when in need of comfort. And Harry looks down at her, an apprehensive look on his face, “No, no, Eloise, I’m not upset at you.” He reassures her, his hand rubbing on her shoulder, “I was just very worried when I didn’t see you, darling, I got scared because you weren’t there anymore.” He calmly explains, her nodding this time, “You promise me you won’t do that again?” He gives her his pinky, covered by that emerald ring, her tiny finger wrapping around it, “Yes, promise.”, braking a smile even though he can also tell that she is very tired.

“Thank you, princess.” Harry places a kiss on her forehead and he lets her on the floor again, watching her reaching her toys; and when he checks his phone he realises he still has a couple of hours to get some other work done.

He’s sure that for today there won’t be any more surprises, but he is proven wrong when she starts running in the office, him telling her quietly that she shouldn’t do that, and Eloise obviously not listening, of course tired of having spent so much time in that place.

And what makes Harry leave his computer and all his numbers is the loud thud followed by a pitched crying, heart jumping in his throat and immediately rushing next to her, as she’s sitting on the floor, holding her left elbow.

“It’s alright, baby, it’s alright, let me see.” He coos, crouching on the floor next to her, feeling her skin slightly warmer where she probably hit it, and he bows on her elbow, leaving a kiss there, “Is it better now?” Placing another kiss, her going quiet and breaking a smile, even nodding. Harry brushes away a tear from her face, “It’s gonna pass soon,” he reassures her, placing another kiss there on her elbow, his way of trying to heal it and soothe the pain.

“You’re tired, I know,” Harry nods, seeing her rubbing her eyes with the other arm, and her running and doing some mischief was just a way of getting his attention, “How about we sleep a little, uh? Just a little nap?” He utters, her outstretching her arms towards him and he takes that as a yes.

He ends on the couch, Eloise sitting on his lap and cocooning on his chest, as he rubs her back in soothing circles, scrambling to find the pacifier. She wouldn’t even use that that much, but only when a little more nervous or stressed, just like right now.

He even sings to her, lulling her to sleep as he lowers the lights in the office, and sooner than said, not only she’s fallen asleep but he’s falling asleep too with her in his arms, his head on the couch, and his arms wrapped safely around her even in his sleep.

Harry gets awaken by a gentle hand on his shoulder, before he can feel some familiar lips on his forehead, followed by your voice, “Hey, sunshine,” your voice making him melt and he opens his eyes just to see you sitting next to him on the big couch, an arm going around your daughter, peacefully sleeping.

“Hey, my love.” His adoring look falling on you, eyes tired but his smile never fails to appear on his lips when he’s next to you.

“How was your day then?” You whisper, careful to not wake her up for now.

“Well, at first I thought I had found the perfect solution to make everything work, but of course she proved me so wrong,” both trying to contain your giggles.

You look at his wrinkled shirt with some stains on it too, “I think she wanted to escape at one moment.” He admits, glancing at you.

“What?” You ask, stopping the caress on his arm, “Yeah, we couldn’t find her anymore and then there she was, playing with the elevator. Oh and then she tripped here in the studio,” you raising your eyebrows and checking her for a moment, even though in the dim lights it seems like everything is fine, “But nothing that my kisses couldn’t fix.” He proudly says, laying his head back on the couch.

“Any chance that I could get a kiss too?” Your voice like honey to him, smiling so big and of course leaning closer to you, your hand cupping his cheek as he presses a brief kiss on your lips.

“Let’s get home now, alright?”

And as soon as you’ve entered the house she wakes up, lighting up when she sees you, Harry letting her on the ground so that she can run to you, welcoming her in your arms and hugging her, before picking her up, “Hi, baby, hi! How was your day with daddy?” You ask her, as she’s rubbing a bit her eye, “Oh it was so fun, we played, we- we built a tower,” Eloise starts counting on her fingers, you fondly looking at her, “And I watched Rapunzel, oh and I fell too, look!” She exclaims, moving her elbow so that you can take a look at it, even though there are no signs of damage, not a single scratch, “Oh let me see, let me see.” And then placing a kiss there, knowing that Harry has already done that with her.

“Now it’s better, thank you.” She gently says, you pressing a kiss on her forehead, “You’re welcome, darling.”

And a bath after she’s ready to go to sleep even though she wouldn’t leave your side nor Harry’s, giving each other a knowing look, understanding that she wants to sleep in your room with you.

That is how she ends up at the centre of the bed, not without a stuffed animal clutched in her hand, looking all content to be with both her parents, and seeing that peaceful look on her face is everything you need to actually know that she is being raised surrounded by love, that you’re doing a really good job, despite a busy life.

Harry dims the lights before landing a kiss on her forehead, “Goodnight, princess.” Her slurring a “good night” too, even too tired to actually pronounce the words.

“And goodnight, my love.” He hovers you, placing a kiss on your lips, your fingers brushing on his cheeks before letting him go.

He outstretches his arm to you, under the pillows, you laying on your side and taking his hand into yours, and Harry’s heart beats with joy, at having the privilege of falling asleep like this, with his two most important persons just by his side, his whole world, seeing you closing your eyes but still keeping his hand into yours.

And the sleep and the tiredness soon kick in for him too, falling asleep with the laugh of his kid in his head and your warm smile, knowing that he doesn’t have to dream anymore about finding his person and his happiness, he lives in that dream every day.