#He looks fabulous as you always manage to do

[bleper]

*Greffonic-fies your Blupee*

I regret nothing

[transformer-analysis]

Transformer Prime Theory: The Optics

It’s interesting how, in TFP, the characters all have a variety of optics sizes and shapes, instead of everyone having plain solid colours like in G1 and most other continuities. And I personally believe there is some more biological reasons why some of these optics look the way they are (some big, some small, some solid colours and others not, and some having rings and others not).

TW: starvation mention.

THEORY #1:

The size of the optics is determined by how well fed and healthy the transformer is.

Firstly, we can see that most Transformers with big optics are Decepticons, who we always know have more Energon mines and supplies than the Autobots.

Secondly. Megatron has a big optic that take over the entire frame, and he is totally someone who would have a feast himself first before feeding his subjects. On the contrary Optimus have one of the smallest optic in the show, probably because, unlike Megatron, he would only eat himself when he knows his subjects are well fed. (Poor Optimus)

Thirdly, Breakdown and Bulkhead also have some of the biggest optics in their teams. Breakdown is one of the few in the show whose optics are complete solid colors, and, although Bulkhead’s optics are not solid colours, or completely take over the frame, they are still much bigger than most other Autobots. This is probably because they are both the muscles of the team so they must have been fed more so that they can be stronger and fight better. (Cliffjumper might have been one, too, because he also got a huge optic, but we never hang around him enough to know for sure)

Fourthly: Bumblebee also got big optics, probably because he is the youngest Autobot, and is probably still growing in a way, so everyone would want to make sure he got enough nutrients to grow up big and healthy.

Fifthly: I think this is the best proof of all. So throughout the show Starscream’s optics are always quite big and round (though it is not always obvious in bright lightings).

(“Partner”, Season 1 Episode 20)

However, in the Orion Episode, while Starscream was sneaking into the Nemisis to steal energons, his optics suddenly fill the whole frame

(“Orion Pax Part One”, Season 2, Episode 2)

This is likely because, since Starscream had gone rogue at this point, and we know that in “Rock Bottom” (Season One Episode 19) Starscream has been hiding energons for himself, perhaps Starscream hasn’t yet learned how to manage supplies sustainably on his own, and quickly drained his resources that he’s hide for himself before. Thus, more energons in the eyes. That’s probably also why he has taken the risk to go back to the Nemisis to steal Energon cause he was out of it already. He was living feast or famine at this point.

Now, there are some bugs in this theory, such as why Knockout have such a small pupil despite not having any reasons to starve. However, knowing Knockout and his obsession with his appearance, I believe he would totally put himself on a diet to look even more fabulous. I don’t think Transformers can really gain weight from Energons, though, at least not in the way we think, but Knockout could also just love the look of a small optic and think it fits his beauty, so he starved himself to achieve that.

One question you might have for the theory, “But it has been going around that Ratchet starve himself to save the supplies for the others, but his optics are big?” Now. Ratchet, I believe, is a different situation, which leaves us to theory #2.

THEORY #2:

The ring around the optic signify how intensely the optic was used.

Firstly, like mentioned above, Ratchet have a special optic: his centeral pupil itself is pretty small, similiar size with Optimus’s, but it got a big ring around it, making it look big. Now I think the ring have nothing to do with how well fed the Transformer is, like the theory above, it is there to supply more Energon to the function of the optic, and making it sharper basically. Knockout also have one, probably for the same reason as Ratchet.

Secondly: Bumblebee also have one. Understandable. He is the scout, he need to look afar a lot.

Thirdly: if you look closely you can see that Optimus got these colorless, metal ring around his optic, too, which no one else have, but it doesn’t have Energon in them. This is probably because he probably used to have them, as Orion Pax, who was an archives working in front of computers all the time. But over the years of not using it in the same way as much as the Prime, Energons left the ring and left the area, leaving the empty ring behind.

Now, there goes my theories and how I think the optics works, kind of. There is still a lot that I am still working on and might make another post off in the future, such as why some of them had a white ring/circle in their optics (I don’t think white rings work the same as blue rings, cause Bulkhead have a white ring but he doesn’t have any reasons to need good vision more than others.) and why their optics are different colors.

I hoped you enjoy this

[shurisgf]

ECSTASY — A. ARETAS ✩ (1)

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11:30 PM

“It’s packed tonight y’all. Make sure to keep it cute,” You announced, walking into the back room where everyone was getting ready. Your friends laughed at your statement as they continued their last minute touches, “Listen to her please. Last time it was packed Mercedes tripped and knocked over like 6 bottles of Casamigos.” Jade side eyed Mercedes from where she was standing. Earning a chuckle from you, who was now sitting at your station, finishing up last minute makeup, and making sure you had on the right heels. The loud music blaring through the club vibrated the walls, creating a muffled sound inside of the room.

Finally satisfied with how you looked, you walked over to the table with the other girls, while Jade came in with a round of shots, “It’s showtime bitches!” She smiled brightly as everyone took a shot from the tray. You threw your head back and drank the shot fast, feeling the alcohol hitting the back of your throat. Shaking off the feeling, you took one last glance in the mirror and began to walk out of the room with the rest of the girls.

The lights were a mix of purple and punk hues, music blaring through the speakers as you walked over to the stage and signaled to the dj that you were ready for your set.

“Aight now, we got one of our most fabulous girls ready to get on stage,” the dj announced whilst still controlling the music. “Show ‘em what you got Star!” He shouted, hyping you up as you entered the stage. You decided to dance to Run Away by Chris Brown, swaying your hips effortlessly as you walked towards the pole. That’s where you noticed the fine ass man you’d never seen in the club before. It looked like he was paying close attention to your movements as you mounted the pole gracefully, doing a couple turns, and making sure to keep your movements loose and fluid. Your neon pink bralet and matching thong glowed in the led lights, highlighting your body’s movements on the pole. You swirled down the pole in a hypnotizing motion and slapped your ass once you got to the bottom, looking out at the crowd. The man was still there, biting his lips as he eyed you up and down. You were used to men looking at you that way, but something about the way he stared made you feel like he was staring into your soul. Men were throwing 20’s and 50’s at you, so you made an effort to bend down and pick up the money in a seductive manner. A sweet lesbian couple also gave you a couple 100’s, which always made your day, because they were regulars. When you turned your attention back to the crowd, the man was gone. So you shrugged it off and continued to dance.

Finishing your set, you swayed your hips and walked off of stage so that the next dancer could do her set. Before you could make it to the back, your shift manager told you that a guy paid for a private 30-minute session with you, and to do what you do best, make him come back. You told her that you would head over there after counting the tips you made on stage and putting it away. To which she nodded, and told you to hurry and don’t keep him waiting.

You thought that it was just a random man, maybe a regular that bought private sessions with you before. Walking into the room, you could obviously tell that you were wrong. It was that fine ass man that was sitting in the crowd earlier. He sipped his drink as you walked into the room, closing the door behind you. He was manspreading on the couch, the tent in his pants telling you all you needed to know. You made him hard while you were on stage earlier, which is why he wanted a private session. Men were too easy to figure out. “Ven aquí, sexy.” He spoke up, wanting you to come over to him. So you did as he said, swaying your hips as you walked to him, knowing exactly what he wanted. When you reached him, you straddled him on the couch, beginning to give him a lap dance. Rocking your hips against his, he groaned out, clearly enjoying himself, throwing his head back in pleasure before speaking up. He gently held your hips, causing you to stop your motions. Looking up at you with those sexy ass eyes of his. “Let me see that pretty ass, mama.” He spoke in a calm, but weirdly menacing tone that made you feel flustered on the inside. You stood up and twerked in front of him, moving your ass in all the right ways, as you bent down and continued your motions. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful mama, why haven’t I come here sooner.” He scoffed, his comment making you laugh a bit. You turned around and bent down to his knees, looking up at him in his eyes. Rubbing on his thighs as you continued to move your body sensually. “I don’t know, but I’d love to see your face in the crowd more often.” You playfully flirted with him, as he smirked at your comment. “C’mere pretty girl,” he spoke in that same tone. Taking a hold of your hips and gently turning you around, pulling you back against him, where he wanted you to be. You can’t lie, it was hot as fuck. So you complied and passionately moved your ass against his lap once again, earning yet another satisfied groan from his lips. You were enjoying yourself, before your security knocked and opened the door, telling you that your 30 minutes were over. A part of you was disappointed, but you were on the clock and had no time to play games. So you got up and made sure to look back at him, whispering “Sorry handsome,” before leaving the room.

2:23 AM

By the end of the night, you and the other girls were in the back, counting money, when you saw a paper tucked into your thong band. Taking it out, you opened it to find a note from the man you had a private session with. It read; “Let me return the favor.” along with his name and number at the bottom. You smiled and chuckled to yourself before tucking the note away in your belongings, he must’ve slipped the note there when he grabbed your hips. “Y’all know that fine ass nigga that was sitting in section 5?” You questioned your friends who were still busy counting cash. “You talkin’ bout the one with the fresh haircut and that sexy ass goatee?” Mercedes questioned you. Everyone laughing at her comment. “Yeah, him.” You continued to count the rest of your money, “What about him?” Coco chimed in, wanting to know the tea. “His name is Armando.” You spoke out, your simple reply confusing everyone in the room. “And how the fuck do you know that?” Mercedes protested, confused as to how you managed to get the dude’s name. “The slick bitch got a private session with him, that’s how.” Jade aired out all your business, the room erupting in shock. You smiled to yourself, continuing to count your cash from the rest of the night. “What the fuck?,” Mercedes walked over to your station, eyeing you down, waiting for you to tell her what happened. But when she saw you still focused on counting your money, she spoke up again. “Well what the hell happened?”

“Just a lap dance, that’s all.” You lied straight through your teeth, not bothering to tell the girls that he was hard as a rock while you danced on him.

“You gave that fine mothafucka’ a lap dance?” Mercedes’s questioned, looking back at the other girls, making sure they heard the same damn thing she just heard.

“You lucky bitch”, “I been plotting on that nigga all night,” Coco added. Everyone turning to glare at her. “What?” She said in a shocked tone, placing her hand on her chest as if she felt offended.

“We all know you wanted that nigga, you a hoe,” Jade damn near spit out her drink as Mercedes rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to you after making her comment.

“She got a point though, last time you had a private session, the security said you was tryna’ do more than dance.” You spoke up, counting the last of your cash and putting it away.

“Girl fuck the security guard, he won’t talkin’ bout nothing.” Coco expressed, rolling her eyes at the both of you.

“Aight, I’m finna go, I don’t got time to play with y’all.” You spoke, grabbing your jacket and bag, getting ready to leave for the night. Before you walked out the door, Mercedes added, “Let us know if he come back.”

“I will.” You laughed, walking out the door saying bye to everyone.

As you walked out, you could still hear Mercedes’s loud voice, “Can’t believe she got to give that nigga a lap dance.” Laughing to yourself as you walked out of the front door.

What a fucking night.

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part 2

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[artificial-transmutations]

Friday Friendship

Hey there! This one is kind of a spiritual successor to Calling the Plumber - and as such, it is one of the rare gay to straight stories of mine. While I do try to keep it friendly and without any homophobia or hate, feel free not read the story if you don't like g2s!

It was hard to overlook Montgomery and Archibald. Of course, that was always the case. But here, on the dirty construction site of their new home, the expensive silk suits of the couple stood out even more than elsewhere. Yes, the two of them were together - and they made sure everybody knew it. Not only were the two gentlemen standing in a tight hug whenever possible, but their flamboyant and colorful clothing left little doubt about their sexuality.

They were those kind of gays that conservatives were afraid of. Both were old enough to have been alive during the stonewall riots, although only Montgomery was actually there as a teenager. Still, the aged couple embodied everything the gay community prided itself on having achieved during the last decades.

Their house, too, would be a statement. The mansion was the largest construction in the area, and the most expensive one. It was going to be built on a large hill, overlooking the town, and its style was... extravagant. The house was to be built in a modern architectural style, but the two men had insisted that the walls would be entirely covered in rainbow colors, although that was still in the future by now. Surrounding the mansion would be a magnificent garden, a park even.

"My dear, are you satisfied with the construction?" Archibald asked his husband in his lime green suit. Montgomery had dyed his hair in an orange-pink tone today and wore a purple tie to his green suit. It was hardly the first building site he visited, since he had made a fortune in real estate.

Archibald, on the other hand, was a bit more conservatively dressed. His suit was a more subdued shade of beige, although his tie was of a bright sky blue color. He usually didn't dye his hair, and today was no exception: He wore the gray with pride, although he spent a fortune on hair and skin care products. He, too, had a respectable job as a top manager in a logistics company.

"Well, darling, I'm not sure yet." Montgomery replied. "I want it to look great, and the work has been good so far. But frankly, it feels that the workers motivation is somewhat underwhelming."

"I think I know what you mean, my dear." Archibald commented as they walked through the empty shell. "It is barely three in the afternoon on a Friday, and there isn't anyone around anymore. The workers must be out partying already. I can't fault them for that, but it is rather annoying, isn't it?"

"Indeed. It would have been nice if they were a little less lazy, though. The garden is behind schedule, and I believe the electrics are going to be delayed by another month."

"That is quite unfortunate."

Montgomery nodded and they walked a bit in silence. It was true. There was still a lot to do, and it looked like the workers left early for the weekend.

Finally, Archibald sighed.

"I guess I could take a look at the progress the electricians are making. I do know a bit or two about this. Maybe then we can talk to the foreman about their work. It's a pity that we cannot supervise every little thing here, but our jobs demand a lot of our time. If only we had a bit more hands-on control."

"My, what a fabulous idea! I will take a stroll through the garden then, to get a better picture there."

The husbands kissed each other on the lips as they split up and Archibald opened the fuse box. He had indeed done a bit of electrical maintenance in his prime, so he knew that what he saw in the box was nothing less than a mess. He sighed and was about to close the box again, but hesitated. No, he couldn't leave the mess like that. He would just tidy things up a bit, to show those inexperienced workers how it was done.

Carefully, he began to work on the wires, but before long, he felt uncomfortable. The fuse box was located in the bright afternoon sun, and it was just positively hot here. Still, not wanting to leave his work, he slipped out of his jacket and hung it over a nearby wall. He didn't notice that the piece of clothing disappeared once he turned away, nor did he notice that his hands became nimbler as he rearranged the wires.

Montgomery on the other hand found the garden construction even less advanced than he had hoped. Even worse, someone had left a few plants out in the heat. They would surely be dead by the time the construction continued on Monday. Montgomery couldn't let that happen. This garden would be beautiful, and no plant would die under his watch.

He carefully carried the plants to the place they were supposed to be. Of course, he knew - he had planned the park all by himself, so he knew where everything was supposed to go. As he arrived at the shady place, he understood why the plants hadn't been placed yet. The ground was wet and muddy, and there weren't any holes yet. He would need to talk to the foreman about that, but the man was surely already in the weekend as well. There was, however, a shovel nearby. Now, aside from ceremonial groundbreaking, Montgomery had never held a shovel. It wasn't that he didn't understand the concept, but he was just not the type for physical labor.

Well. He looked over his shoulder to his husband, who was apparently still busy looking at the fuse box. It seems like he had some time on his hands, so he might as well. Grimacing, he grabbed the shovel and carefully stepped on the soil, trying not to ruin his expensive shoes or pants. That worked well, for about two steps. But as soon as he tried to break the ground with the shovel, a big clump of wet soil splattered on his lime green silk pants.

Montgomery frowned. Well, that suit was ruined anyway. No reason to stop there. Determined, he pulled the shirt out of his pants and opened his vest. He wasn't going to ruin his custom tailored suit for no reason.

Meanwhile, Archie was getting into his work even more. From time to time, he had to wipe his brow, though, as he was sweating like an animal. His dress shirt was stained with multiple sweat stains already and didn't really *look* like a dress shirt anymore, but more casual. The same could be said for the rest of Archie as well. A certain youth had returned to his face, as he was concentrated on his work. This way, he didn't notice when his hairstyle dissolved into an unkempt mess or when a bit of stubble grew in on his chin. His shirt clung to his body now, drenched in sweat. It had long ceased to be a dress shirt though but had become a plain - although rather filthy - beige t-shirt. His tie was nowhere to be seen.

Due to the wetness, the shirt didn't leave much to imagination regarding his body. Not just his face had rejuvenated, no, his entire body had. He was leaner and his muscles firmer now. Out of the V-neck of his sweaty shirt poked a few golden hairs, and before long, his main hair had turned into a Nordic blonde, as well.

Meanwhile, Monty was digging like crazy. He had to get those plants in the ground, or the foreman would... Wait, what was he thinking?

He stopped for a moment, to scratch his head. Thinking was not his strong point, and Monty knew that. But he had other qualities, that made up for that. When he grabbed the shovel again, to keep digging, he heard a ripping sound that made him stop again. The shoulder of his shirt had ripped. His boss was going to kill him! Although, it appeared somewhat strange to him that he was wearing such a colorful and impractical shirt. Perhaps there weren't any other shirts left?

He looked around and saw only one of the electricians still on the site. He knew the guy, he was friendly enough. He surely wouldn't mind if Monty went shirtless for a bit. With an effort not to damage the clothing even more, he peeled out of the garment. He was only half successful with that, and a few more rips sounded before he had finished taking it off.

Monty looked down at his muscular and hairy torso. The cold air was good, and he wasn't afraid to get dirty.

With every movement of the shovel, his arm muscles tightened, and his frame filled out more. A short beard sprouted on his chin, and his now full earthy brown hair shortened to a more practical cut. It wasn't like he had money for an expensive hairdresser, after all.

Finally, he had the holes ready and wiped his hands on his sturdy pair of work pants. Now, he only had to put the plants in. Despite his impressive physique, Manny was always very careful with the flowers, and he made sure that none of the roots got damaged or that he didn't break the stem.

He looked at his work. Good, that would look great, once the plants grew. Someday, he would have a garden of his own, and a house like that. And a beautiful wife and two, no, three children. But that was still a long way to go, with his poor pay.

Someone behind him cursed and Manny looked back to the electrician.

Chad was still sweating like crazy as he worked the wires. His mates had all gone to the clubs by now and he was stuck here and had to fix the mess he had created. That was only fair, but he wished the foreman wouldn't have noticed until Monday. He had to hurry up, though. He didn't want to spend his Friday night on the site, after all. Perhaps he would even get lucky and find a guy... No, what was he thinking? Working on these fruits' house had made him all confused. No, perhaps he would find a busty bombshell to take home tonight. Chad felt his cock growing hard at the thought, creating an obvious bulge in his work pants. Great, more distraction.

Chad tried to readjust himself, just in time as he sensed the big burly gardener approach. He knew the guy loosely but had forgotten his name already - if he even had known it at all.

"Hey, everything alright with them wires?" the low voice of the brute asked in a friendly tone.

"Yeah, I just need to finish up here... Should be done aaaaany minute now..."

Manny watched Chad connect the last wires. Poor guy. His t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he looked like he was really hot and stressed out.

"Cool. It's no fun working late, and on a Friday. Hey, do you want to hit a bar after that? I could go for a cold one."

Chad looked over his shoulder at the bear of a man. Was that guy hitting on him? Na, his face only showed dumb innocence.

He shrugged. "Sure, why not, eh..."

"Name's Manny." Manny said.

"Great. Manny." Chad said and closed the now somewhat better looking fuse box before wiping away his sweat once more.

"I'm Chad."

Manny and Chad left the building site together this Friday afternoon. Neither of them knew that they were going to become best friends over this and many more beers. Manny turned out to be a great wingman for Chad, and Chad even ended up as Manny's best man during his wedding and godfather for his first child. Sometimes the closest friendships are forged in the Friday afternoon sun of a construction site.

[tavolgisvist]

Scouse

Viscount Montgomery Brian Epstein’s personal assistant Barry Leonard quit his job ‘because the strain of managing the Beatles is just too great’. In an article in the Daily Express Leonard told about his experiences with the Beatles. Among other things, he said Paul wanted to leave the group and was trying to lose his Liverpool accent. As the Beatles gathered at the office of their accountant, Epstein mentioned the story to Paul. ‘Barry says you are trying to lose your accent,’ he said. ‘Couldn’t,’ muttered John, as he examined a likeness of the Beatles fashioned in papier mâché.

(Love Me Do. The Beatles Progress by Michael Braun, 1963/1995)

Part (I), (II), (III), (IV), (V), (VI), (VII), (VIII)

After a short interview in which they sound like they're putting on Liverpool accents (particularly Paul and John), 'and now their new single Love Me Do'. 'FANTASTIC…turn it UP!' (I shouted in my head). That's my brother…my bloody brother!…My head's exploding…'so ple-e-e-se love me do'. <…> I dashed back to Forthlin to tell Dad I'd seen our Paul on the TELLY and then waited for Paul to come home to see if he'd changed at all. By the time he eventually got in, Dad and I were in bed but I was still awake. The conversation probably went like this: 'Psst…here you.' 'Is Dad asleep?' 'Of course he is, it's past two o'clock.' 'We were celebratinh. Did you see it?' 'Yeah it was gear, it really was.I had to watch it in a bar down from Bernard's, but it was fabulous.' 'Could you see the velvet collar?' 'Sure, you could see everything.' (When the decision to 'go commercial' and buy suits instead of the cool Hamburg leathers was reached, mainly by Brian, Paul had smoothed over the shock by saying, 'But ours are different from anybody else's…ours have got velvet collars…look.' As the cardboard box lid was lifted and the white tissue paper unfolded to disclose the dark blue 'Dougy Millins' tailor-made suit, sure enough, the highly polished, trouser creased, mohair suit was topped with a black velvet collar.) 'But why did you talk like that on the TV? It sounded like George gone wrong…you don't talk like that.' 'I know that, you know that, but they don't know that…It's part of the image…' 'Monkey suit and phoney accents?…anyway it worked, it was fantastic.' 'Gear, I'll be off then, ny nyte.' 'Nigh-night…psst can I have your autograph?' 'Sod off.'

(Mike McCartney, 1981, Thank U Very Much. Mike McCartney's Family Album)

Part (I), (II), (III), (IV), (V), (VI)

Interviewer: Are you going to lose some of your Liverpool dialect for the Royal show? Paul McCartney: No, we don't all speak like BBC

(Interview 16th Oct 1963, befor the Royal Variety Charity)

We went to London to party. I always tell this story, it happened pretty much like this. The week before Merseybeat broke up here [in London], or a couple of weeks before, I was just with my friends, and you were at a posh party, and they'd come up to you [adopts 'posh' voice] 'hi, how are you?' 'Great, thanks.' 'My name's Peregrine, and this is Cecilia…' 'Oh, great, hi.' 'Where are you from?' 'Oh, Liverpool…' 'Anyway, Cecilia, you said…' And they just turned their backs on you, because it was so simple - you were useless to them, useless. Anything north of the Cape was the hinterland, the jungle. So they couldn't care less. And then, a week later, Merseybeat suddenly goes 'bang!' He goes down to London before he conquers America and the world… and it's the same party, "Oh, I'm Sebastian, this is Claudia, what's your name?" "I'm Mike." "Where are you from?" "Liverpool." "Liverpool, oh my God, guys, come here, look, these guys from Liverpool, it's just wonderful." And then they'd do a Liverpool accent, and that's why it always came out Brummie [Birmingham], because they couldn't do a Liverpool accent. So, yeah, you were a nobody, and suddenly everything changed.

(Mike McCartney, interview for the Super Deluxe Edition, September 26, 2019)

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[variousqueerthings]

something very aromantic coded in s2 of good omens is that crowley and aziraphale canonically take their cues of what a certain kind of relationship ought to look like from books and films. firstly, very relatable, I did much the same thing throughout my teens (and in some ways still do although I'm not trying to make myself "fit" by taking cues that I've been studying to be the correct way to do a relationship, I just enjoy performing them in the same way all life is performance when you're not-doing-body-and-relationship-to-other-bodies correctly inherently)

secondly, how it plays out in them messing unintentionally with nina and maggie. they don't understand the structure of nina's and maggie's whole thing as it applies to the reality of relationship structures in the world they're in; that nina is initially in a romantic relationship and wouldn't just jump from it -- no matter how bad -- straight into another one that was presented as "more" correct. because of course standing under an awning or dancing at a ball makes people "fall in love" (whatever that is) because... well, that's how it happens in the stories all the time, that's what these sorts of relationships are all about, "one fabulous kiss and we're good" -- it's a shock to crowley that he misread all the cues "you were crying and she was..." isn't that what this romance thing is that humans are always talking about????

thirdly it of course eventually circles around to be about what in the world their relationship is, but when they're trying to figure out what's going on between the two of them, there aren't any words that can neatly sum it up beyond "us" -- whatever it is, it's "us" against "them" (although aziraphale isn't quite ready for that) -- the them being heaven and hell of course, but to be honest, from an aro perspective, the "them" takes on certain human connotations to me as well, because it's all about how these two don't fit into structures and are punished for this not-fitting-in, and while they're not punished by the humans around them, they also aren't... human. they still operate somewhat from the outside of everyone else, even though aziraphale manages throughout history to create a fair few connections from the sounds of things

similarly to how they do it to nina and maggie, they try on these tropes with one another: aziraphale invites crowley to dance, crowley kisses aziraphale, and it doesn't fit quite right (the first because crowley is concerned with all the demons outside and so isn't paying as much attention to the dancing part of the whole thing, and the second because [insert another bunch of analysis here that's its own post]), but they've already been us the whole time. their attempts at explaining using alloromantic shorthand fall short, because they're hampered by needing to define themselves and their relationship with terminology that's suitably correct for whatever dominant structures they're in

fourthly, the fact that their cues for what their relationship needs to be shouldn't even really be coming from movies/books and humanity in the first place, it should be coming from gabriel and beelzebub. gabriel and beelzebub don't even try all of that "this is what romance is," they don't call one another romantic or kiss or even say words like partner, they're not interested in doing human-based customs or "fitting in." their language for one another is based around that song, and that's as much defining as it needs. whatever aziraphale and crowley are to one another is equally all their own thing, but aziraphale and crowley struggle with definitions constantly. they don't fit into heaven, they don't fit into hell, and humanity -- while more the place they've adopted for all its wild wonders -- isn't quite right either, because they're still being put in a box

it was fun to look out for as I was rewatching, because the way they interacted with alloromanticism really did read like two people who have exactly zero idea of how this applies irl, but that's okay, the fiction's got it handled, all they have to do is copy-paste = result, but then the stuff that actually is the romance in those texts becomes a series of contextless tropes, kind of like how amatonormativity often has those exact same tropes recycled in story after story that can't figure out why it worked the first time but not the next hundred times, except in this story it's on purpose. one fabulous kiss did not in fact solve things at all (nor was it fabulous)

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you've broken up with your on-and-off boyfriend...again... for the umpteenth time. life as a stripper isn't treating you easy, and although it pays well it doesn't fill the emotional hole left by your toxic ex. as you take a breather outside you encounter someone you would rather than speak to again. things start to take a dark turn rather suddenly.

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tags.dabi x reader. toxicexboyfrienddabi! x stripper reader.dabi x reader smut. toxicexboyfriend!stripperreader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. fucking your toxic ex boyrfriejd. toxic dabi. dabi has a dick piercing. dabi fingers you. dabi fucks you agaisnt a window. exhibitionism. slut shaming. degration. 18+ mdni!

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" You're nothing to me, just a mere comfort whore I come to when I need to. But still, you should feel special you're not like the rest. The rest are mere fuck toys, you're something more."

Gritting your teeth once more, you angrily sit down on a sofa, shoving your foot inside another heel. " Fucking cheater." You curse under your breath " I'm gonna dump his ass. I'm something more than the rest, shut the fuck up. "

"Woah there girl, you're gonna snap your ankle in two if you keep at it."  Cagney’s familiar playful voice instantly calms you down, from your racing thoughts and growing rage. The beautiful girl squats to meet your level. " Whatever it is girl, it's not worth bringing you down tonight. Besides, when you're done being fabulous as  always, you can go kick its ass." She jokes grabbing your hand to help you up.

" Cagney, what would I do without you?"

" I dunno, probably kill someone, to be honest. What would you do without me?" She flips her hair for more dramatic effect and you both erupt with tiny giggles at her response.

" Showtime y/n." the woman with her clipboard enters the room, her usual irritated expression on her face before leaving the room.

"I'll be cheering for you girl." Cagney cheers before you exist.

As you enter the stage, an erupting canon of cheers explodes from the audience, and as the music starts the audience begins to settle, watching in awe as your body spins and twirls at so many angles. You were almost hypnotizing, looking as angelic as ever. Most people in the audience suspected you to be a pole dancer fill-in rather than an actual stripper. During the song, you eventually glide to the top of the pole, before sliding down and smoothly shifting into your floor routine.

When the music faded, the audience yet again cheered, shouting and screaming as your stood. " Thank you." you mouth, waving at the crowd before the light on stage dims, allowing you to scurry and collect the cash people there on stage.

" She was almost too innocent looking, like an angel" you hear as you scurry backstage, causing you to smirk to yourself.

'Damn right, I worked my ass off making that damn routine.'

After a couple of songs, you decide to go out for a breath of fresh air and observe other performances. Though once you manage to step outside and hand on your shoulder stops you. " Hey, dollface." His familiar voice rings through your ears, triggering the anger felt earlier on. You immediately spin around, fueled by anger and raise your fist in an attempt to punch the villain, but his rough, larger hand blocks the punch. By now, you're breathing heavily as tears begin to cascade down your face. Yet again, you try to punch the unwavering man, over and over and over again and after a while, you stop.

" Fuck you want? I don’t wanna deal with your shit, you know I hate you?" You mutter, too exhausted to shout. The anger is evident in your, face and voice, yet the villain remains unbothered at the fact that you are breaking down because of his actions. Either way, he still gets you back.

" How sad, you hate me. Now stop crying and let's go inside. You're acting like a fucking baby and it's pissing me off."

" You just don't get it, do you? This means we're over Dabi. No more of us."

The man turns and walks away for a bit before stopping.  He turns to look up at the sky, the wind shaking up his black hair. " See if I care. I can leave right this very second, but what will happen? That's right. You'll come crawling back to me like you always do."

.. like I always do. Dabi approaches you as you begin to back away.

" And besides, I know how to get what I want, when I want princess. After all, you were just a cum slut to me anyway. You'll come back to me because you love that don't you? You little perverted fuck. You want someone to put you in this type of position like I do, but who on earth will do that for you." By now you were up against a wall, caged in by him. The man you want to escape from but he's right. Who could I go to?

You do not process and register the fact that you dive in for a long kiss. A kiss that feels long-awaited, it feels like you're pouring all feel restrained emotions into it, it feels like you're accepted again.

But is that all I want? You ask yourself, breaking for the kiss for air.

Without further hesitation, you grab a hold of Dabi's hand and drag him into the room filled with various lights. You slip past people and walk through hallways to avoid meeting others. The both of you standing near an isolated staircase, your voice hushed as you begin to speak. " Don’t think I’ve let you off the hook. Just because I keep coming back to you doesn’t mean we should stay together.” A silence passes and you pause, steadingly yourself to state the truth “Maybe that's why I'm tired. It feels like you won't stay. "

Dabi can sense the neediness dripping from your voice. " That's my girl." he breathes in your ear, before grabbing your chin, the both of your faces so close you can feel his breath against your face- but he doesn't kiss you. You unconsciously let out a moan of frustration from the teasing occurring. " What's the matter? Want me to kiss you? You want me to fuck you?" No words emit from your mouth.  His chuckles resonate and vibrate throughout your body before he leans in and connects his lips with yours, grinning into the kiss. He had got you back again. Without doing anything.

The dark-haired man grabs a hold of your wrists and pins them above your head. "Look at how wet and needy you are for me. Filthy slut." His fingers had managed to teasingly feel through the fabric covering  your soaking folds. Annoyed at how teasingly slow Dabi is being, you drags him up the stairs and into a room. The room is empty, it contains a bed, a drawer in the corner of the room, decorated with colourful lights and a window wall covered by curtains.

Wasting no time, Dabi grabs a fistful of your hair and slams the door shut. " Strip." is all he says. " Don't make me repeat myself." You find yourself, slowly sliding off clothing, one piece at a time. When your hands travel to your panties, Dabi stops you and lifts you up by your legs before walking over to the mirror planted above the drawers. Your eyes pay close attention to how he brushes his thumb against your throbbing clit, shuddering at the slightest touch. The man hooks his fingers around your underwear, peeling it off.  Your bare cunt is exposed, glistening in erotic juices from the high level of arousal. Without another second being wasted, Dabi's fingers find themselves inside your soaked pussy. His fingers begin to pump in and out of you whilst he wraps his hand around your neck. The filthy noises being let out by the contact made only increased your arousal. Dabi took note of that, of how your hips begin to thrust eagerly in hopes of more pleasure. He starts scissoring the two fingers inside you to stretch you out, before inserting three. With each pump and curl his fingers do within you constantly hit again your g- spot. The pleasure fogged your mind, and your legs beginning to shake from such intense pleasure.

" So you are a good girl after all, taking these fingers so well." You don't respond, all that can be let out from your mouth is moans expressing the need for your climax to be reached. But your pleasure begins to fade as Dabi's fingers slip out of your stimulated cunt. He uses his hand to choke you and forcefully grabs your face, making you look at yourself in the mirror. Heated face, your hole fluttering against nothing, your tongue sticking out and makeup running down your face. " You see yourself, that is what a cum slut looks like." A moment of silence passes as you try to recover your breath, your chest falling and rising rapidly. " Let's show the whole world how much needy you are for cock." He whispers in your neck, sending shivers throughout your body.

He continues to hold you upright, bringing you close to his chest and walking towards the window wall. The view of the city is on full display, the lights brightening the darkened sky and your naked body pressed up against the glass as is also on full exposure. You feel his tip prodding against your entrance alongside the piercing on his dick. The man places his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly before slamming into you. You feel his thumb stretching your mouth open, increasing the volume of your erotic moans, the sound of skin slapping against each other and your coated arousal making the whole situation a lot filthy.  He continues to press you up against the glass, breasts and cheeks pressed against the window wall.

"Do you love being my fuck toy? My cum dumpster? Answer me bitch." He growls yanking your hair and violently shaking your ass. A masochistic smile spreads across your face and you nod excitedly, letting out more moans.

"F-fuck, don't stop Dabi." You stutter brokenly, overly enjoying the never-ending pleasure.  He begins to thrust faster, your sex clenching around his desperately hoping for the knot to be undone. " You only cum when I tell you to. Got it?" You nod rapidly, focusing solely on the satisfaction taking over your mind. After a few deep thrusts your legs begin to shake the command to " Cum." caused your legs to shake as you ride your high. Your face is flushed face,  you gasp for air and your legs shake.

"Good girl."

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Ten

Summary: buckle up folks, it's the final showdown

Pairing: Steven x reader, Marc x reader, Harrow x reader, Layla x reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: fighting, deaths...

A/N: as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Nine | Series Masterlist

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Layla’s POV 

She wants to stop you from surrendering yourself, she knows it’s dangerous. 

But she also knows neither of you have time to think of another plan. 

As soon as you step out from behind the wall she wastes no time in sneaking over to where Osiris’ avatar is and pulls him to safety. 

“Hey! hey, hey…” She says as she tries to keep him upright and conscious. “How do we stop Ammit?!”

“This chamber is our most powerful place.” He wheezes. “From here we need to imprision Ammit in a mortal form.”

“A body instead of a statue. She’d be vulnerable… okay, how do we do it?” 

“We need more avatars than we have left…” he says before collapsing to the ground. 

“No, no no!” Layla tries to wake him, but when she checks his pulse she realises he’s gone. She thinks for a moment, pondering her options. Reluctantly she summons Taweret and agrees to be her temporary avatar. 

“I am so thrilled! We are gonna have so much fun together.” Taweret says excitedly. “I have a fabulous costume in mind.”

The sound of Harrow’s shout bounces off the walls, getting Layla’s attention. She peers around to watch. 

Harrow is stood in front of you protectively, talking to Ammit. Almost pleading with her. 

“What could she possibly do in the future that is so bad that she deserves this?”  

“She will be the one to kill you.”

Ammit’s reply sends the room silent. A few disciples spare glances at each other but no one dares make a sound. Layla notices the heartbreak on Harrow’s face. 

She watches as you try to stand, try to reason with Harrow, convince him Ammit is lying. 

She watches as Harrow turns to you, and reaches out to help you up from the floor.

She watches as he drives a dagger deep into your stomach and she has to fight with herself not to run over and kill Harrow herself. She knows with Ammit behind him he is too powerful for her to fight alone. 

She watches as everyone just steps over you, leaving you to die. Not a single one of them even pausing for a moment to consider helping you. 

As soon as they’re out she runs to you, calling your name. You manage to roll over and look at her and she sees the moment the last bit of life leaves you. Your body going still, eyes glassing over as you lay limp on the ground. She crouches next to you, checking and double checking for a pulse. Begging you to wake up, to not leave her alone. 

But that’s what she is now… Alone…

Marc is dead. You are dead. Without anyone to help her, she’s sure she will be next.

— — — — 

Y/N’s POV 

“Where am I?” You ask aloud, glancing at the bright white nothingness around you. “Steven? Marc? Anyone?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” A voice calls from everywhere at once.

“Hello?” You respond. 

“I am Osiris, god of the underworld.”

“…okay…” 

“I have granted you resurrection but I ask something of you in return… Become my avatar.”

“Uh, look I don't think I'm really the person to be asking. I don't know how to be an avatar, I don't even really know what it means… I just know that Marc said it’s bad. Like being a slave? And I really don't want that-”

“You won’t be a slave, you will be powerful.”

“I’m sorry, but my answer is no. And if that means you have to send me back to the Duat then… I accept my fate.” 

“I admire your honesty and bravery Y/N. But we need more avatars than we have left if we are to defeat Ammit.” Osiris speaks calm but firm. “Take the powers that come with being my avatar, use them to defeat Ammit and when the job is done I will take them back from you. I will expect nothing more from you. You may continue to live your life free from any burden.”

“So just like, a temporary deal? Right?”

“Yes.”

“And once Ammit is dealt with, I can just be normal again?” 

“Yes.” Osiris pauses. “Do you accept?” 

“I do.”

— — — — 

You gasp as you sit bolt upright on the cold stone floor of the pyramid, making Layla jump. 

“Y/N?!” She says, grabbing your arms to ground you as you flail around in a panic. “I got, I got you.”

You take deep breaths, clutching your hands to your stomach. You lift your shirt and watch in shock as the wound from the dagger closes itself, leaving you fully healed. Any weakness left from Harrow’s staff is gone too. You feel amazing.

“What… what just happened?” Layla says, wiping tears from her face and staring at your stomach. She helps you up off the floor. “You were dead!” 

“Osiris healed me.” You say, in shock yourself. Then you notice Layla’s outfit. Her mundane clothes from before gone, replaced with a gold and white Egyptian armour. “What are you wearing?” 

“Taweret chose it.” She says before explaining how she agreed to be her temporary avatar. You in turn explained the deal Osiris offered you. 

“Well, you look badass.” You say and she laughs. “Wait, if I’m an avatar too now, does that mean I get a costume too?” 

A bright light swirls around you and when it disappears you’ve changed. No more blood soaked clothes. Instead you're wearing green armour, similar to Layla’s, with white and gold fabric wrapped around your body. Attached to your back is a long golden staff with a hooked end. 

You look down at your clothes in amazement, then up at Layla. The two of you look at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You don't really know why you're laughing, but after the stress of the last few days it feels like a welcome break. 

“So, what do we do now?” You says once you composed yourself. Layla sighs, shaking her head. 

“I guess, we try to save the world.”

— — — — 

The two of you head outside. To your surprise the sky is as dark as night, even though you're pretty sure it’s still daytime. The sky is filled with purple lights, flying up from across the city and towards the other side of the pyramid where Ammit is. 

“She’s consuming souls.” Layla says as you watch horrified. The more lights she swallows the bigger she grows. She’s already almost the same size as the pyramid.

“How are we supposed to stop her?!” You ask, looking around frantically. You look up at the top of the pyramid. Harrow is up there, a purple glowing light surrounds him as he chants in a language you don't recognise. 

Before you can say anything, someone flies up to the pyramid and begins to fight Harrow. You recognise the person to be the same as the action figure you found in the museum, dressed head toe in white.  

“Who is that?” You ask Layla, turning her attention to the scene on the pyramid. 

“Marc?” She gasps before turning to you. “Did Osiris resurrect him too?” 

“I- I don't know. Maybe? I didn’t see him after we made it through the gates-”

You stop talking suddenly when you notice Khonshu appear next to Ammit. He goes to hit her with his staff but she reaches out a scaly hand and stops him. They begin to fight as Harrow and Marc fly though the air toward the town, still fighting each other. Khonshu manages to knock Ammit over and she comes crashing down near near you. The force of her slamming into the pyramid sends a cloud of dust and sand over you and Layla. 

“Little bugs.” Khonshu says when he notices he almost flattened the two of you. “Go! Help Marc.”

Layla rolls her eyes at him as she wipes dust from her clothes before turning to you and nodding. You run away from the pyramid in the direction that Marc and Harrow had gone. 

The streets are chaos. Everywhere you look Ammit’s disciples are grabbing people, judging their scales. You watch as Bobbi grabs someone. They begin to shake then fall to the floor as a purple light emerges from them and flies up into the sky. Those who aren’t distracted staring at the dark sky are running, screaming, from the disciples. As you begin fighting off disciples you notice Marc laying on the ground on the other side of the town square, Harrow stood over him with his cane pointed down at him. It starts to glow purple. 

Layla swoops in just in time and knocks Harrow away. He fires purple light from his cane at Layla, but she reflects it with the golden armoured wings attached to her arms and it bounces back at Harrow. It sends him flying backwards into a crowd of people. 

You knock out the guy you're fighting and run over to Marc. His face now uncovered and he spots you over Layla’s shoulder as he’s hugging her. As you get closer his clothes change to a white three piece suit.

“Y/N!” Steven’s voice calls happily as he hugs you tightly. His hand finds the crook attached to your back. “Oh my God, that- that’s Osiris’ crook! Oh that’s bloody brilliant that! Wow!”

“Steven I know this is a massive deal for you but we have to stop Harrow.” You say, smiling at him.

“Right yeah, sorry you just- you look amazing!” He smiles, turning to Layla. “You both do.” 

You hear a scream and turn to see a woman with two young children being cornered by a group of disciples. 

“I’ll go. You two get Harrow.” You say and Steven places a kiss on your cheek before he and Layla run into the crowd and begin fighting. 

You run the other way, grabbing the crook and using it to pull the first bad guy away. You swing him round and send him crashing into the side of a nearby building. The others turn on you, but you effortlessly manage to dodge their attacks and one by one knock them all out. You help the mother and her children find somewhere safe to hide before turning your attention back to the others just in time to see Harrow fighting Marc. 

“You need only remove one weed from the garden. You!” He says, purple light blasting from his cane at Marc.

Marc grabs one of his crescent moon shaped blades but Harrow uses the power from his cane to control Marc’s hand. Layla runs toward them but Harrow sends the blade flying at her and it pins her arm to the side of the truck, before sending a huge blast of power at Marc, forcing him down on his back. On a building above them you see Ammit has also overpowered Khonshu, pinning him down with his own staff. 

Harrow advances towards Marc and you run, throwing yourself in between them.

“STOP!” You shout and Harrow looks at you like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Y/N..?” He says breathlessly. “You’re-”

“Alive? Yeah, I was surprised too.” You say sarcastically. “Why are you doing this? You told me you wanted to stop her!”

“That was before…”

“Before what?”

“Before I knew you would betray me!” He shouts, hitting you with a flash of power from his cane. It knocks you flying out of the way, rolling across the dusty ground. You feel like the wind has been knocked from you as you lay on the ground trying to get your breath back. Harrow advances on Marc again, raising his cane and slamming it into his chest. Purple light streams up through the cane, killing him slowly. 

“NO!” You scream, scrambling to try to get up but a heavy boot comes down on your back. Bobbi stands over you, keeping you down, forcing you to watch. You look over at Layla, she’s surrounded by disciples, using her golden armoured wings to deflect the bullets being fired at her. 

Marc turns his head to look at you before his eyes turn white. 

You can’t really describe what happened next. Something takes over Marc and sends him into a killing frenzy. He’s unstoppable as he takes on multiple disciples at once, slaughtering each one without breaking a sweat. He turns to you and you feel Bobbi remove her foot from your back. She backs away but Marc throws a blade at her and it lodges itself in her forehead, killing her instantly. He locks eyes with you and you don't recognise him at all. That’s not Marc anymore, and it definitely isn’t Steven. He winks at you before taking on Harrow. It doesn’t take long for him to overpower him. Its only as he’s about to kill him that he freezes, his posture changing. He drops Harrow’s unconscious body and looks around in horror at the war zone around him. 

“That wasn’t you, was it Steven?” He says and his suit changes. “Not a chance mate.” 

He looks at you and you get up, dusting yourself down as you make your way over to him.

“Are you alright?” He asks, placing his hands on your face and checking you over. 

“I’m fine, I’m more worried about you.” You reply.

“Marc?” Layla calls, freeing herself from where Harrow had trapped her. Steven changes back to Marc. “What the hell was that?”

“I blacked out.” He says. He looks genuinely worried. 

A rumbling from the building next to you draws your attention to Ammit dragging Khonshu away. 

“Get Harrow!” Layla says “I know how to stop Ammit.” 

— — — — 

Marc carries Harrow and you both follow Layla back to the tomb in the pyramid. Once inside Marc throws Harrow down on one of the stones.

“The power of the room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body.” Layla explains. “Quick grab my hand so we can start the spell.” 

Marc takes Layla’s hand and you take Marc’s. The three of you start chanting the spell in an ancient language, the words must be given to you by the gods because you have no idea what you're actually saying. A circle of light fills the tomb, surrounding the three of you and Harrow. Purple light descends down into Harrow’s body as the spell works. Harrow gasps awake, his wild eyes looking at the three of you. 

“You can never contain me!” Ammit speaks through him. “I’ll never stop!”

“Do the honours, little bug.” Khonshu appears next to you and hands you the same dagger Harrow had earlier used to kill you. “Finish it! Leave neither of them alive.”

You look at the dagger, still stained with your own blood and feel anger boil inside you. You step up to Harrow, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him up to face you. His bright blue eyes stare into your own. 

“Do it.” He croaks. He looks utterly defeated, ready to accept his fate. 

You lift the dagger high, ready to plunge. Then you hear Ammit’s words from earlier.

‘She will be the one to kill you.’

You hesitate, thinking over those words. If you kill him now that means she was right about you. 

“While he lives, so does she.” Khonshu’s words ring in your ears. 

While Harrow lives, so does Ammit. Trapped in a mortal body.

“I said I wouldn’t kill you and I meant it.” You drop Harrow back down on the stone and throw the dagger to the floor. “There are worse fates than death.” 

You turn your back and walk away.

“Weak little bug.” Khonshu mocks but you ignore him. 

Layla takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“I have to finish this.” Marc says suddenly, taking one of his blades and readying himself to stab Harrow. “If not I’ll never be free.”

“Marc!” Layla shouts. “You have a choice. You are free!”

“The choice is vengeance! We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

“Now you sound just like her.” Marc says, throwing his blade away. “You want them dead, do it yourself. Now release us!”

“As you wish.” Khonshu says before disappearing. 

Marc’s suit starts to disappear, a bright white light shines out of his chest and fills the room. For a moment you’re blinded, and when the light fades you find Marc on his knees. His normal clothes have returned. You and Layla go to him, crouching beside him.

“Marc? Are you okay?” Layla asks, full of concern. He looks at her and nods.

“He’s gone.” He smiles. “Thank you for stopping me.”

“What do we with him?” You ask, looking over at Harrow still laying on the stone.

“Lock him up.” Marc replies. “He’s killed so many people there’s no chance he’ll never ever be released. He’ll be locked away until the day he dies. And then Ammit will be gone too.”

You can hear Harrow incoherently babbling away to himself, and you feel a sort of sadness creep in.

“You did the right thing Y/N.” Layla says, noticing the frown on your face. 

“Then why do I feel so… weird?” 

“Love…” Steven’s voice instantly makes you feel a bit calmer and he places his hands gently on your face, forcing you to look away from Harrow. “Hey, look at me… You died today. And then you came back. And then you helped save the world from a giant crocodile lady.” He says making you laugh. “That’s a lot to take in. You're allowed to feel weird. In fact I’d be worried if you felt normal after all that.” 

“I know he did some really awful things but I- I almost kind of feel sorry for him. Is that wrong?” You admit and Steven smiles lovingly. 

“That just proves even more that Ammit’s scales were wrong about you. You are a good person with a kind heart. It’s one of the many things I love about you.” 

He moves his hands to hold yours and you give him a small smile. 

“Thank you.” You share a kiss, before remembering Layla is currently watching you kiss her ex husband. You pull away, giving her an awkward smile. “We should probably get going.” 

“Yeah…” Steven laughs, picking up on the awkwardness of the situation. “Back to good old London town. Get this guy put away… behind bars… where he belongs…”

“Guys it’s fine.” Layla says, laughing at Steven’s awkward rambling. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Are you sure?” Marc’s voice again. He walks closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I know I wasn’t the best husband. You deserved so much more.”

“It’s okay Marc, honestly. We’re better as friends.” She smiles a genuine smile at him. “Besides, I’ve decided I’m staying here in Egypt.”

“What?” You say, moving to join them. “You’re not coming with us?” 

“While we were fighting out there, a young girl asked me if I was an Egyptian superhero and it made me realise, we didn’t have anything like that. But now we do. I’m going to stay here and work with Taweret to give more young Egyptian girls someone to look up to.” She smiles. “Plus, England is too cold anyway.”

“You got that right.” You laugh as you give her a tight hug. “you are gonna be the most badass superhero ever. But I’m gonna miss you.” 

“You too.” She says and turns to Marc. “Look after her, or you’ll have me to deal with.” 

“Yes ma’am.”

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Some Time Later

You headed back to England with Marc and Steven taking turns to take the body. Though you knew Steven best, the more time you spent with Marc the more you enjoyed his company too. 

Ammit’s presence in Harrow’s body meant he became more and more mentally unstable. He spent a lot of time rambling incoherently and occasionally Ammit would takeover, shouting about how she would escape and make everyone pay. Because of this, Harrow was admitted to Sienkiewicz Psychiatric Hospital in London. 

A few days after Harrow was committed, you went to visit him. You don't know why, you just felt like you needed to be sure he was safely locked away. When the nurses first brought you to him, you almost didn’t recognise him. He was sat in a wheelchair, his ankles restrained to it. He looked lost, vulnerable. It made a part of you feel quite sad. 

“Hi Arthur.” You say quietly. He looks up at you blankly. 

“He’s on quite strong medication, so he may not talk very much.” The nurse explains and you nod. “I’ll just be on the other side of the room, shout if you need me.”

“Thanks.” You reply, watching her as she goes to sit with another patient on the far side of the room. You sit down at the table opposite Arthur. “How are you doing? Have you settled in here?” You ask but get no response. You start to feel awkward. You look around the room, trying to think of something to say. You glance down at the table and see paper with some lines painted randomly on it. “Did you paint that?” Harrow looks down at it and nods. “You enjoy painting?” He nods again. “How about we do some together.”

You grab two more pieces of paper, putting one in front go Harrow and the other in front of yourself, and you start to paint. Harrow joins in and the two of you sit quietly together making your own little pictures. 

When your picture is done you show Harrow and he smiles at the simple flower you have painted. He shows you his, just a triangle. 

“It’s good.” You smile. 

“It’s a pyramid. Like the ones they have in Egypt.” He says, slowly sounding more like himself. “Have you ever been?” 

“To Egypt?” You ask and he nods. “Yeah I’ve been, with you. You took me there, remember?”

He stares at you for a long moment, a flicker of something like hurt flashes on his face, and then he goes blank again. You try to make more conversation, but he doesn’t say much after that. 

Not long after the nurse comes back and tells you visiting time is over. You slide your flower painting across the table to Harrow. 

“You can keep this.” You say smiling. “Goodbye Arthur.” 

You get up and start to walk away. 

“Y/N!” He calls, making you stop and turn back. “I’m really sorry I killed you.” 

You didn’t say anything back, you just nod at him as the nurse leads you out. 

As you sign yourself out the nurse speaks to you. 

“That is the most alert and talkative we’ve seen him since he arrived. You must be someone important to him.”

Her words replayed through your head for the rest of the day and that night as you sat down to eat dinner with Steven you told him about it. 

“I’ve been thinking, I might go back and see him again.” 

“Really?” Steven asks. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“You didn’t see him today Steven, he’s different. The dangerous man that we knew is gone. Now he just seems so… lost. I guess a part of me feels responsible for that.” 

“Love…” Steven sighs, putting down his food to fully concentrate on you. “Harrow is where he is now because of the things HE did. The choices HE made. You gave him plenty of chances, even after he murdered you!” He reaches across the table to hold your hands. “Listen, Marc wants me to tell you not to go but I know that will make you want to do it even more.” He says and you laugh, nodding. “If this is something you really want to do, if it makes you feel better, then I think you should do it. Just, please be careful.” 

“I will.”

The following week you head back to the hospital and do some more painting with Arthur. It soon became a regular thing. The more you visited the more chatty he became. He started to tell you about life in hospital, sharing stories about the other patients and in turn you told him about your life. Although he initially looked hurt to find out you and Steven were now dating, ultimately he said he was happy to see you happy. 

If you hadn’t known him before, you wouldn’t guess this was once the leader of a cult intent on releasing a dangerous Egyptian goddess into the world. You’d never guess how much damage he had caused just weeks ago. And you’d certainly never guess that dangerous Egyptian goddess was now trapped inside him. There were hints occasionally that Ammit was trying to take over, to shout abuse at you, but Harrow always made sure she couldn’t hurt you. 

You didn’t talk about what happened in Egypt, you didn’t want to drag it all up again. He wasn’t the same person now anyway. And at least he’d apologised to you. Instead you chose to give him a fresh start, and just enjoy your weekly visits talking and painting with Arthur Harrow. 

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Epilogue

One morning you woke up to a voice in your head. 

Osiris’ voice. 

“The deal is done. I release you from your duty.” 

“What?” 

“Ammit had been defeated.” 

“Yeah, but that was weeks ago.” You say, not understanding why he’s waited till now to talk to you. “We imprisoned her in Arthur Harrow’s body and they’re both locked up.” 

“I release you from your duty.” He repeats and you feel a strange sensation move through your body. Then nothing. 

“Osiris?” You call out, but no reply. “Well that was weird…” 

“You alright love?” Steven asks as he comes into the bedroom and hands you a cup of coffee.

“Osiris just released me.” You say confused as Steven sits on the bed next to you. 

“Well that’s a good thing innit?” He replies with a smile.

“Yeah, definitely. It’s just… why now? Why this exact moment instead of when we bound Ammit or when her and Harrow were first locked away? What’s so special about this morning?” 

“Osiris is a busy guy, maybe he didn’t have time until now. Or maybe you're just thinking into it too much…” 

“I just think it’s a bit odd that’s all.”

“That’s the gods for ya, all a bit odd. I don't think us humans are supposed to understand ‘em.” 

“You’re probably right.” You say before taking a sip of your coffee. “Anyway, where did you disappear to this morning?” 

“What do you mean?” Steven asks blankly. 

“I woke up in the early hours and you were gone.”

“I don't remember going anywhere… Marc?” He shifts and Marc speaks “Don't look at me. I thought we were sleeping all night.”

“Do you need the restraints back on the bed?” 

“Only if you want them back” Marc says flirtatiously, flashing you a mischievous grin. He shifts again and Steven comes back. “Oy, back off you.” He says to Marc before focusing on you. "I probably just went to get water and don't remember. Don't worry about it.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Right, I’ve gotta get to work, laters gators.” 

“Laters.” You laugh, and blow him a kiss. He mimes catching it and putting it in his pocket before leaving. 

You decide to put the Osiris thing out of your head. Steven’s right, there’s no point trying to understand the mind of a god. You finish your coffee before you get out of bed and get ready for the day. 

In the afternoon you head to the hospital as usual, and are surprised to see police cars parked outside the building. As soon as you step inside the nurse you’ve become used to seeing comes over to you.

“Y/N, please come with me.” She says, leading you into a small side room with a police officer inside. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Please take a seat.” The officer says and gestures to the chairs. You sit down in one, the nurse sits next to you. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, getting nervous.

“Miss Y/L/N, earlier this morning someone came into the hospital, murdered three members of staff and left with Arthur Harrow.” 

“What?! Who?” 

“We don't know yet. The CCTV cameras were damaged. All we have is a few eye witnesses who say they saw a smartly dressed man wearing a flat cap wheeling Harrow out of the building.” The officer explains, and you feel your heart start to race. If Harrow is out then Ammit could escape. The nurse notices your breathing has picked up and reached over to hold your hand. “I’m sorry, I understand this must be distressing. Harrow is your friend, correct?”

“Uh… yeah…” you reply, trying to focus on what the officer is saying and not the panic running around your head.

“According to the sign in sheets you’re the only regular visitor he has. Do you have any idea of who could have done this? Or why they would have done this?”

You search your brain for any options. The only people who really know who he is are yourself, Marc, Steven and Layla. You definitely didn’t do it. Marc and Steven wouldn’t have done it, and you can’t imagine Layla would have. You realise the officer is still looking at you for an answer. 

“No, no sorry. I- I don't think he has anyone else.”

“Here, take my card. If you think of anything give me a call.” The officer hands you a small business card and the nurse leads you back out the room. 

“Are you going to be okay? I know you’re quite close to him.” She asks, noticing how shook up you are she places a gentle hand on your arm. “Do you want me to call someone to pick you up?” 

“I’ll be fine, thank you though.” You smile at her as you reach the door out the building. “You have my number, will you please let me know if there’s any news?”

“Of course. Take care Y/N.” 

You head outside, and cross the street to where there’s a small park. You find an empty bench and sit for a moment to process the news and what that could mean. Who could have known Harrow was there? Who could have wanted him out? Maybe there’s another Ammit fanatic out there who wants her released? 

A shudder goes down your spine at the thought of her getting out. 

You take your phone from your pocket and phone Steven. It rings out. You roll your eyes and try Marc’s number instead, incase he’s got the body right now. They have separate phones and refuse to answer each other’s if it rings. His goes straight to voicemail. That’s unusual. You check the time, 4pm. Steven will probably be getting ready to leave work. 

Needing to talk to someone you FaceTime Layla, she picks up almost straight away. 

“Y/N! Hey!” She says happily, her smile drops when she see’s your face. “What’s wrong?” 

“Hey, uh… sorry to call I just, I need to talk to someone and Steven and Marc aren’t answering and no one else will understand-”

“Y/N, you don't need to apologise. What’s happened?”

“Harrow’s gone.” You blurt out and she stares through the phone at you. “Someone took him from the hospital this morning, they don't know who did it and they have no idea where he is. I’m scared, Layla.”

“Hey, alright, it’s going to be alright.” She says, though her voice has a hint of panic. “And you can’t get through to Marc?” 

“His phone is off. I think Steven will be leaving work soon.”

“Okay, you head over to find him. I’ll keep trying his phone.” She says and you nod. “Y/N?” 

“Yeah.” 

“It’s gonna be okay.” She says and you get the feeling she’s trying reassure herself as much as she is you. You nod and she hangs up the phone before you start walking toward the road, looking for a taxi. 

In the distance you see a white limo heading towards you. Usually you’d think nothing of it. You see a lot of different vehicles in London. But something about this one got your attention. The personalised number plate. 

‘SPKTR’

You can’t help but stare at it as it gets closer to you. Something in your gut telling you to run. 

The car slows down as it gets closer to you and you can just about make out though the windows that the driver is wearing a flat cap. The limo pulls over and stops next to you. The driver gets out and you stare at him confused. 

“Marc…?” It’s definitely Marc’s body, but the expression isn’t Marc or Steven. It’s the same one you recognise from Egypt. The one who so easily fought and killed all Harrow’s disciples. Another alter?

“Hola, mi amor.” 

He winks at you as he walks around the front of the car, past you and opens the door at the back of the limo for you. He gestures for you to get in. You hesitantly walk to where the door is and peer in. You have to slam your hand over your mouth to stop a scream from escaping. 

There on the back seat is Harrow, a bullet hole in his forehead. 

You back away but the driver pushes you inside and slams the door closed. You scramble to get out, to get away from the corpse, but the door is locked. You bang against the door, screaming for someone to let you out and then you hear a voice from inside the limo. 

“Hello little bug.” 

A/N: Thank you so so so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this series as much as I loved writing it. please feel free to comment or send me an ask, I would love to hear your thoughts :)

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

I think it would be really cute if someone calls Eri is ‘Apple Blossom’ because those are the flowers that turn into the yummy apples she loves (Lucifer or Charlie from Hazbin Hotel)

-You were considered an…usual citizen of Hell, mainly because you didn’t belong there. You belonged in Heaven, but someone was able to kidnap you from Heaven and spirited you away to Hell, hiding you there.

-You managed to slip away one day, running, trying to do whatever it took to hide away from this scary man who had a bird like head, who was torturing you for your unique abilities to rewind things, a healing ability to put it simply.

-It was Charlie who found you, thinking you were adorable, and Vaggie immediately knew that you had been taken from Heaven, telling her girlfriend and the two agreed to hide you at the hotel.

-Needless to say, the other residents of the hotel were quite shocked to meet you, as you were such a sweet and gentle child, despite the pain and torture you endured.

-Angel immediately took you out shopping and when you came back you were wearing matching outfits, as he said you had to always look fabulous!

-Husk did his best to avoid you, not wanting to taint you by accident, but he was surprised when Angel didn’t. Husk always makes sure you have juice, never letting you have any booze, and he will sit there and let you pet his wings, trying to ignore your sweet words on how fluffy he is!

-Niffty adores you, finding you to be the cutest, most adorable thing in existence and she loves when you ask if you can help her in the kitchen. You can always help her, but she makes sure you stay away from the knives.

-Charlie became like a big sister to you, doting on you, teaching you everything she can, which also includes musical numbers, much to Vaggie’s ‘amusement’ but she’s very protective of you.

-Vaggie is like a guard dog with you, she knows that the one hunting for you is still out there, and she isn’t willing to risk your life or safety in the slightest. Vaggie lets you play with her with hair all the time, as Charlie has been teaching you how to braid.

-Alastor was very apprehensive about being around you, he would always send you to one of the others, not willing to deal with you, mainly because he had no idea what to do with a child. He wasn’t mean to you or anything, he would just pat your head softly and tell you to go find Charlie or whoever was in the area.

-You were peeking around the corner, holding something to your chest, looking for the Radio Demon himself, wandering the hotel’s public areas where you’ve seen him before.

-You spotted Alastor up ahead and your eyes lit up, a little smile coming to your lips as you trotted after him.

-Alastor heard your little footsteps, “I thought I heard someone following me. Are you looking for Charlie?”

-You shook your head, “I was looking for you Alastor.” He seemed surprised by your words, bending at the waist, looking a bit menacing but you weren’t bothered, “Oh and why is that my little apple blossom?”

-Your eyes went wide at his words, sparkling lightly before you held up what you were carrying, a crayon drawing of Alastor, holding it out to him, “I wanted to give you this since you’re always so nice to me!”

-He was a little confused, not remembering being nice to you, as he would always send you away, but such is the innocence of a child as he took the drawing, seeing that you did your best to capture his essence.

-His wide smile never left his face as he leaned over and patted your head again, “Thank you Y/N.” you beamed up at him before you scurried off, going back to your drawing supplies so you could make one of Angel next.

-Alastor couldn’t help but look down at the drawing, feeling something, he wasn’t sure what it was, in his chest, as he returned to his tower, pinning the picture on the back of his door before moving to the window.

-What an odd child you were.

[thequeenofneverland1]

Klaus Mikaelson////My Little Wolf 

Anonymous request: Hi can I request where y/n is the daughter of Klaus and Hayley and Klaus gets protected when Landon asks y/n to the dance

Warnings: dark humor, Just Klaus being Klaus don’t read if you don’t like dark humor and Perhaps Violence and threats, but we all know how Klaus is when it comes to his daughter

As the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, you’ve always had a complicated legacy, but at the Salvatore Boarding School, you’ve managed to find your place. The grand halls of the school feel alive with history, yet they’ve also become a place of joy and friendship for you. Today, you’re surrounded by your best friends, the Saltzman twins, and the boys who make every moment more entertaining.

“Y/n, you’re late again,” Josie teases from her spot on the couch in the common room. Her dark hair is pulled back into a casual ponytail, and her warm smile immediately makes you feel at ease. She pats the spot next to her.

“Fashionably late,” you correct, tossing your apple to a nearest garbage can as you sat down.

Lizzie being the drama queen, lounges dramatically on the opposite couch, flipping through a magazine. “Please, Josie, don’t encourage her. She’s already got that ‘Mikaelson confidence’ thing going on.” She glances at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Which, by the way, you do wear well.”

You roll your eyes but grin. “Thanks, Liz. Coming from you, that’s basically a royal decree.”

MG and Kaleb are sitting nearby, locked in a heated discussion about who would win in a fight Batman or Iron Man. Kaleb waves his hands in frustration, trying to drive his point home, while MG shakes his head.

“It’s not even a contest!” MG exclaims, looking to you for backup. “Y/n, help me out here. Batman, right?”

“Don’t drag me into this,” you laugh, holding up your hands. “But if I had to choose… sorry, Kaleb, I’m team Batman.”

Kaleb groans, throwing his head back in exaggerated defeat. “I knew you’d side with MG.”

Across the room, Rafael and Jed are setting up for a game of pool. Jed is talking smack, as usual, but Rafael’s quiet confidence tells you he’s about to wipe the floor with him. You wander over to watch, leaning against the pool table.

“Need a hand, Raf?” you offer, grinning as you pick up a cue stick.

“Hey, no fair!” Jed protests. “If she helps, I’m done for.”

“That’s the idea,” you reply, winking at Rafael, who chuckles.

The afternoon passes in a blur of laughter and playful arguments. The twins, as usual, are the life of the party. Josie ropes you into helping her practice a new spell for class, and though you were feeling lazy. you were happy to help out. and Lizzie was making a big show of giving Kaleb a “fashion intervention,” which mostly consists of her mocking his choice of shoes.

When the group moves outside, the energy shifts into friendly chaos. MG and Kaleb challenge Rafael and Jed to a soccer match, and you’re quickly recruited to join in. The twins sit on the sidelines, cheering you on, though Lizzie mostly shouts tips about how to “look fabulous while winning.”

As the soccer game wraps up and everyone begins to disperse, you head back inside to grab a drink from the common room. The air is still buzzing with laughter and energy, but you take a moment to enjoy the quiet as you lean against the counter. Just as you take a sip of your water, the door creaks open, and Landon Kirby steps in.

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His usual easygoing demeanor seems a bit off. his hands are shoved into his pockets, and there’s a nervous edge to his smile.

“Hey, Y/n,” he says, his voice soft but warm.

“Hey, Landon,” you reply, tilting your head curiously. “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he steps closer. “Uh, no ghosts. Just… thinking about something. Or someone.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Oh? And who might that someone be?”

He looks away for a moment, as if gathering his courage, then meets your gaze. “You.”

You smirked. “Well, go on. I’m listening.”

Landon takes a deep breath, his hands still fidgeting in his pockets. “So, um… about the dance that’s coming up, and I was wondering if… maybe you’d want to go with me?”

Your first instinct is to say yes. Landon’s sweet, kind, and charming in his own way, and you’ve always felt a connection with him. But then reality hits. you’re not just any girl he can take to a dance. You’re Y/n Mikaelson, daughter of Klaus and Hayley, and if Landon wants to take you out, there are some significant hurdles he’ll need to overcome.

You bite your lip, a flicker of amusement and sympathy crossing your face. “You know I’d love to go with you, Landon. But…”

“But?” he echoes, his shoulders tensing.

“You know my parents,” you say gently, though the weight of your words is clear. “And my uncles. And my aunts. If you want to take me to the dance, you’re going to have to ask for their permission first.”

Landon’s face pales, and he lets out a nervous laugh. “Right. Of course. Your family. Mostly your father and his siblings.”

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, all of them. And believe me, they take the whole ‘overprotective family’ thing to a new level.”

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process the monumental task ahead of him. “So, just to recap, I need to ask Klaus Mikaelson, the Original hybrid who’s probably already planning a hundred different ways to kill me if I mess up. Then Elijah, who’ll give me the most terrifyingly polite lecture ever. Even worse Kol, who might use his bat on me just for fun. Rebekah, who’ll probably critique my outfit before she even answers. And Freya, who might turn me into a frog.”

You laugh at his summary, unable to help yourself. “Pretty much.”

Landon groans, dropping onto the couch and burying his face in his hands. “This is a death sentence.”

“Oh, come on,” you tease, sitting down beside him. “They’re not that bad. Well, okay, maybe my dad is. But if you’re honest and show that you care about me, they’ll respect that. Probably.”

“Probably?” he repeats, lifting his head to give you an incredulous look.

You grin. “Look, Landon, they’re my family. They just want to protect me. If you really want to take me to the dance, you’ll have to prove to them that you’re worthy.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Worthy of the Mikaelson princess. No pressure, right?”

You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’ll help you prepare. And for what it’s worth, I think you’ll do fine. My dad might even like you. Eventually.”

Landon doesn’t look entirely convinced, but the small smile on his lips tells you he’s willing to try. “Alright, Y/n. For you, I’ll face the Mikaelsons.”

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Good. Because I really do want to go with you, Landon.”

He nods, determination settling in his features. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll talk to them.”

You can’t help but admire his courage. If Landon’s willing to face your father, uncles, and aunts just for the chance to take you to a dance, it’s clear that he cares about you. And though you know the road ahead won’t be easy for him, you also know that having someone like Landon in your life is worth the challenges.

After leaving the common room, Landon trudges down the hallway in search of his friends, his nerves still buzzing from his conversation with you. He finds MG, Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed hanging out in the courtyard, mid-discussion about some ridiculous bet Jed lost. As Landon approaches, they all look up, noticing his slightly dazed expression.

“Yo, Landon, you good?” Kaleb asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not even close,” Landon mutters, collapsing dramatically onto a bench.

Rafael frowns, leaning forward. “What happened? Did Y/n turn you down or something?”

“No, she didn’t turn me down,” Landon says, waving his hand weakly. Then, after a moment’s pause, he groans and adds, “But I might not live long enough to actually take her to the dance.”

MG looks concerned. “Why? What’s going on?”

Landon sits up, his expression half serious, half comically panicked. “I need you guys to help me find a coffin.”

The group exchanges confused looks.

“A… coffin?” Jed repeats slowly, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“Yeah, you know, the thing you put dead people in,” Landon replies, gesturing wildly. “Because as soon as I ask Y/n’s dad for permission to take her to the dance, I’m going to need one. Klaus Mikaelson is going to kill me!”

Kaleb bursts out laughing, slapping his knee. “Man, you are in deep. Asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission? That’s like asking a lion if you can borrow its cub for a walk.”

“I know!” Landon groans, throwing his hands in the air. “And it’s not just Klaus. It’s his siblings as well. I’m walking into a den of Original vampires! They’re going to tear me apart!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” MG says, holding up his hands. “Are you seriously telling us that Klaus Mikaelson, the literal Original hybrid, is the gatekeeper to you going to a dance with Y/n?”

“Exactly,” Landon says, his eyes wide. “And I have to convince him I’m not some pathetic mortal who’s going to ruin his daughter’s life. Which, spoiler alert, is exactly what I look like to him!”

Jed snickers, leaning back in his chair. “Honestly, this sounds like a ‘you’ problem, bro.”

“Wow, thanks, Jed,” Landon snaps, throwing him a glare.

Rafael shakes his head, trying not to laugh. “Okay, but why do you need a coffin?”

Landon stares at him, deadpan. “Because after Klaus kills me, I don’t want to end up in some unmarked grave. I want to at least look presentable at my funeral. Y/n deserves that much.”

The group erupts into laughter, and even Landon cracks a small smile despite his dramatic mood.

“Don’t worry, man,” Kaleb says, clapping Landon on the shoulder. “We’ll make sure you get a top-tier coffin. Gold trim, velvet lining the works. We’ll even put ‘He Died For Love’ on the plaque.”

“Very funny,” Landon mutters, though he can’t help but chuckle.

MG grins. “Honestly, Klaus probably won’t kill you outright. He might just dangle you off a balcony for a bit. Or, you know, chase you through the woods with a werewolf pack.”

“Gee, thanks, MG,” Landon says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, at least you’ve got guts,” Rafael says, smirking. “Not a lot of guys would willingly walk into the Mikaelson lion’s den just to take one of the ladies to a dance.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb adds, his grin widening. “And if Klaus doesn’t kill you, it’ll be a great story to tell your grandkids.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Landon groans, standing up. “So, I’m either going to die, or I’ll be the guy who narrowly survived asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission to take his daughter out. Great options.”

“Look on the bright side,” Jed says, his tone mockingly cheerful. “At least you’ll be famous around here. ‘Landon Kirby: The Guy Who Almost Dated a Mikaelson.’”

The laughter starts up again, and despite his nerves, Landon can’t help but join in. If nothing else, he’s grateful to have his friends to help him laugh through the impending doom he’s about to face.

The next day, Landon decides it’s time to prepare for the most terrifying conversation of his life: asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission to take you to the dance. He enlists the help of his friends, though it quickly becomes clear that their idea of “help” is more about entertainment than actual support.

In the school’s common room, Landon stands in front of his friends, fidgeting with his shirt as he clears his throat. MG, Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed are seated on the couches, eagerly watching the spectacle unfold like it’s the most entertaining show they’ve ever seen.

“Alright,” Landon says, exhaling slowly. “Let’s do this. One of you be Klaus.”

“Dibs!” Kaleb shouts, immediately sitting up straighter and crossing his arms. He puts on an exaggerated British accent. “Well, well, well, Mr. Kirby. What makes you think you’re worthy of my daughter?”

Landon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Klaus doesn’t sound like that, Kaleb.”

“Fine, fine,” Kaleb says, dropping the accent but keeping the intimidating glare. “Proceed, mortal.”

Landon glares at him but takes a deep breath and begins. “Mr. Mikaelson, I’d like to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance.”

Kaleb leans forward, narrowing his eyes. “And why should I let you anywhere near my precious little wolf? What do you have to offer, huh? Strength? Power? Immortality?”

Landon stammers. “Uh… well, I’m a nice guy, and—”

“WRONG!” Kaleb bellows, slamming his hand on the armrest. “You’re weak. Pathetic. And you can’t even turn into a wolf!”

MG bursts out laughing, nearly falling off the couch. “Kaleb, you’re being too much!”

“I’m channeling Klaus, man,” Kaleb defends, grinning. “You think he’s going to go easy on this guy?”

“Okay, okay,” Landon says, holding up his hands. “Someone else try. Rafael?”

Rafael shrugs. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot.” He stands and adopts a more measured, calm demeanor. “Alright, Landon. Let’s hear it.”

Landon relaxes slightly. “Mr. Mikaelson, I know how much Y/n means to you, and I promise I’ll do everything I can to make her happy and keep her safe.”

Rafael nods thoughtfully, then says in a low voice, “And if you fail, I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to the wolves.”

Jed howls in laughter. “Oh, that’s perfect. Raf, you nailed it.”

Landon groans. “You’re not helping!”

“Okay, okay,” MG says, stepping in. “Let me try. I’ll be the reasonable version of Klaus.” He stands and smooths his shirt, putting on a calm yet authoritative expression. “Landon, why do you think you deserve to date my daughter?”

Landon nods, taking a deep breath. “Because I care about her, and I’ll always treat her with respect. I’ll never let anything happen to her.”

MG crosses his arms, tilting his head. “You realize she’s stronger, faster, and deadlier than you, right? How exactly do you plan to protect her?”

Landon falters. “Uh… well, I—”

Kaleb cuts in, unable to resist. “Oh, I know! He can throw himself in front of danger while Y/n does all the actual fighting. That’ll impress Klaus!”

Everyone laughs, and Landon throws his hands up in frustration. “You guys are impossible!”

“Alright, alright,” Rafael says, standing and patting Landon on the back. “Let’s try again. This time, just be confident. Klaus respects strength, so don’t stammer or backpedal.”

Landon straightens his shoulders, nodding. “Got it. Confidence.” He takes a deep breath, squares his jaw, and looks at Rafael. “Mr. Mikaelson, I’m here to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance. I care about her deeply, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you.”

The room goes quiet for a moment, and Landon starts to feel like he’s finally getting the hang of it. Then Jed ruins the moment by chiming in with, “And if Klaus kills you, can I have your Xbox?”

The room erupts into laughter again, and Landon slumps onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so dead.”

“Don’t worry, Landon,” Kaleb says, grinning. “We’ll make sure your funeral playlist is fire.”

“Very funny,” Landon mutters, though he can’t help but crack a small smile. With friends like these, at least he’ll die laughing.

Landon stands outside the Mikaelson mansion, staring at the large, ornate door that feels more intimidating than any creature he’s ever faced. The evening air is cool, but he’s sweating as he rehearses his words in his head one last time.

“Mr. Mikaelson, I’d like to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance. No, wait.-“ Klaus. Just Klaus. Be respectful but not too stiff… ugh, I’m so dead.”

He raises his hand to knock, hesitates, and almost turans to leave. “Maybe this is a bad idea. I could just text Y/n and say I.-“

But before he can finish the thought, his hand moves on its own and knocks twice. The sound echoes ominously, and his stomach churns.

Moments later, the door swings open, and there he is. Klaus Mikaelson in all his terrifying glory. Klaus is dressed casually, but there’s an air of power around him that makes Landon feel like he’s shrinking by the second. Klaus looks him up and down, his expression unreadable, though there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

“If you’re looking for my little wolf,” Klaus begins, his tone clipped but not entirely unfriendly, “she’s not here. She’s out shopping with her mother and aunts.”

Landon swallows hard, his throat dry. He almost says, Great, I’ll come back later! but instead clears his throat. “Uh, no, sir. I’m actually here to, uh… talk to you.”

Klaus raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Talk to me, is it? Alright, then.” He steps aside, gesturing for Landon to enter. “Come in.”

Landon steps through the doorway, his nerves intensifying as he takes in the grandeur of the Mikaelson home. The place radiates history and power, and it doesn’t help that every creak of the floorboards feels like it’s announcing his presence to the entire house.

“Have a seat,” Klaus says, leading him into the living room.

Landon’s heart sinks further when he sees who else is waiting there. Elijah Mikaelson, impeccably dressed as always, sits in an armchair, sipping from a glass of bourbon. His calm, composed demeanor somehow makes him even more intimidating. And then there’s Kol, lounging on the couch with a mischievous grin, as if he’s been waiting for something or someone to entertain him.

“Well, this is unexpected,” Kol says, his tone laced with amusement. “Landon Kirby, isn’t it? What brings you to our humble abode?”

Landon tries to muster a smile but fails miserably. “Uh, hi. Yeah. Um… I just wanted to.-“

“You’re nervous,” Elijah observes, his tone polite but pointed. He sets his glass down and folds his hands in his lap, his intense gaze locking onto Landon. “Why is that?”

“Nervous?” Kol smirks, leaning forward. “You don’t think he’s here to ask for something, do you, brother?”

Klaus walks into the room, standing beside Elijah, and crosses his arms. His expression is calm, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that keeps Landon rooted to the spot.

“Well?” Klaus says, tilting his head. “If you’ve come all this way to speak to me, Mr. Kirby, then speak. I don’t have all night.”

Landon glances around the room, realizing that all three Mikaelson brothers are now watching him like predators sizing up their prey. His mind blanks for a moment, and he almost considers making a run for it. But then he remembers your smile, the way you encouraged him to try, and he forces himself to stand a little taller.

“I… I’m here to ask for your permission, Mr. Mikaelson,” Landon begins, his voice shaky but determined. “To, uh, take Y/n to the dance.”

The room goes still. A heavy silence fills the air, and Landon swears he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. It feels as though all the air in the room has been sucked out, and the weight of the three originals and their gazes is enough to make him feel like he’s being dissected.

Klaus doesn’t move, his expression still unreadable. Elijah’s eyes narrow, just the slightest, and Kol’s smirk deepens into something far more predatory.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Klaus speaks, his voice smooth but with an edge. “You wish to take my daughter to a dance?”

Landon nods quickly, his voice steadying a little now that he’s finally said it aloud. “Yes, sir. I do. And I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

There’s a small shift in Klaus’s posture an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. “Tell me, Mr. Kirby…” Klaus leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving Landon’s. “What makes you think I’d allow that?”

Landon swallows. This is the moment. He can’t falter now. He stands a little straighter, trying to project as much confidence as he can muster. “I.-“I care about Y/n a lot, sir. I know she’s… well, she’s amazing. And I want to make her happy. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got.”

Elijah tilts his head, his voice as calm and calculating as ever. “And what does protecting her mean to you, Landon? You’re… human. That means you’re far more vulnerable than she is.”

Landon’s mouth goes dry. “I know I’m not as strong as you all, but I.-“ He stops himself, realizing how pathetic that sounds. “But I’ll never let anything happen to her. I swear.”

Kol chuckles softly, but there’s no warmth in it. “Protecting her with what, exactly? Your charming personality? Or the fact that you can’t even defend yourself from a single vampire?”

Landon shoots Kol a nervous glance but tries to keep his voice steady. “I may not be a vampire or a hybrid, but I’ll do whatever it takes. I’d never put her in harm’s way, and I’d rather… I’d rather die than let anyone hurt her.”

The room grows even quieter, and Landon feels like he’s barely breathing, waiting for Klaus’s verdict.

Finally, Klaus’s gaze softens, though just barely. He stands up straight, his eyes scanning Landon carefully. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But bravery alone doesn’t keep someone safe.” He turns to Elijah and Kol, his tone colder now. “What do you two think?”

Elijah, ever the stoic one, seems to consider it for a moment. “He’s earnest, Klaus. And he does care for her. But he’s not the type to take things lightly, either. I think he’ll treat her well.”

Kol, on the other hand, leans back into his seat, an amused grin still playing on his lips. “Oh, I think it’ll be entertaining. The look on his face when you try to kill him, Klaus. Can’t say I’m not looking forward to it.”

Landon’s stomach lurches, and he tries to ignore the heat rising in his face.

Klaus doesn’t respond to Kol right away, instead pacing a bit before he turns back to Landon. He stares at him for a long, drawn-out moment, and Landon wonders if he’s about to get tossed out or worse.

Finally, Klaus lets out a breath and says, “Alright, Mr. Kirby. I’ll allow it.”

Landon’s heart skips a beat, relief flooding him in a wave. “Really?”

Klaus’s lips twitch slightly, but the smile never reaches his eyes. “However, know this: I’m allowing it because you’ve shown respect. But if you hurt my daughter in any way, you won’t find me so lenient. Are we clear?”

Landon nods vigorously, practically bouncing on his heels. “Yes! Yes, I promise. I won’t hurt her, I swear.”

“Good,” Klaus says, his tone cool but satisfied. He turns toward Kol and Elijah. “Well, then. It looks like the mortal has earned his spot at the dance.”

Kol chuckles. “Don’t get too comfortable, Landon. You’ve earned this one battle, but the war is far from over.”

Elijah smirks, but there’s no real malice in his words. “You’ve made a good impression, but I’d still keep an eye on your back, just in case.”

Landon nods quickly, the nerves still crawling under his skin but softened by the sense of victory that fills him. He made it through. He’s in.

As he starts to back toward the door, Klaus calls after him, his voice more relaxed than before. “And Landon?”

Landon freezes and turns back. “Yes, sir?”

Klaus gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Make sure she enjoys the dance. It’s important to her. Don’t ruin it.”

Landon smiles, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “I won’t. I promise.”

As he steps out the door, he can’t help but exhale loudly, wiping his brow. He made it. And now all that’s left is to take you to the dance and make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Landon practically bursts through the door of the Salvatores boarding school, a mix of relief and still-pounding nerves coursing through him. He’s made it out of the Mikaelson mansion in one piece, and somehow, Klaus actually agreed to let him take Y/n to the dance. But he knows he’s not quite off the hook yet there’s still the matter of telling his friends.

As soon as he enters the common room, MG looks up from the couch, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our favorite mortal. How’d it go? Did Klaus decide to rip you apart on the spot, or are you still intact?”

Landon lets out a deep sigh, collapsing onto a chair with a dramatic groan. “I’m alive. Barely.”

MG raises an eyebrow. “That good, huh?”

Landon looks over at him, then at the rest of his friends Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed all of whom are lounging around, waiting for the verdict.

“So?” Kaleb asks, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Did you survive the wrath of the mighty Mikaelsons, or are you now a permanent resident of the family’s ‘invisible’ cemetery?”

Landon groans again, burying his face in his hands. “You don’t even know. It was like being interrogated by three centuries-old vampires and one of them being a hybrid with a literal temper. I thought they were going to feed me to the wolves.”

Jed chuckles. “Well, you’ve got that whole ‘vulnerable human’ thing going for you. No wonder Klaus was looking at you like you were the main course.”

Landon shoots him a glare but can’t help the small smile that creeps onto his face. “Yeah, it was that bad.”

Just then, MG stands up, his hands clasped in front of him as if he’s presenting a show. “Alright, Landon. Before you say anything else, tell us: what color of coffin do you want? Do you think you’ll fit in one of those black mahogany ones? Or are you more of a ‘funeral chic’ kind of guy, maybe a nice oak or cherry?”

Landon looks at MG, blinking in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

MG shrugs, putting on his best “serious” face. “Well, now that you’ve gotten Klaus’s blessing somehow you should be thinking about your funeral arrangements. I’m just helping you plan ahead.”

Landon stares at him for a beat before bursting out laughing. “I am not thinking about that!”

“Oh, come on,” MG says, grinning from ear to ear. “Klaus is definitely going to want to make an example out of you. I’m just trying to save you the trouble of figuring out which of your organs are going to be missing by the end of this.”

Landon laughs, shaking his head. “You guys are insane. I’m just trying to make sure Y/n has a good time at the dance. You think Klaus cares if I’m wearing the wrong shoes?”

“Wrong shoes? He’d probably care if you wore the wrong type of heart,” Kaleb says, rolling his eyes. “Like, you know, if it was still beating when he sees you holding her hand. He might just tear it out for fun.”

Landon groans. “Can you guys be serious for one second? I almost died in there.”

“I am serious,” Kaleb says, giving him a smirk. “When your literal future father-in-law is Klaus Mikaelson, you can’t help but plan your funeral arrangements. I’m just trying to make sure you’re ready.”

Rafael chuckles. “Yeah, man, you should probably start looking at the more affordable coffins. You know, just in case Klaus doesn’t decide to go full ‘killing you slowly for fun’ mode and opts for something quick.”

“Or he could just send you off in a regular pine box,” Jed adds, not missing a beat. “If you’re lucky, it’ll have a nice lining. Not that it matters much when you’re dead, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Landon looks at them all, deadpan. “You guys are terrible friends.”

“We’re just trying to prepare you for what’s coming,” MG says, taking a seat and crossing his arms. “It’s not every day someone has to ask Klaus and his brothers for permission to take the princess to a school dance.”

Landon sighs, rubbing his face. “I really hope this is all worth it.”

“Oh, it’s totally worth it,” Kaleb assures him with a grin. “Just think of the story you’ll be able to tell at your own funeral.”

Landon shoots him a look, but then he breaks into a smile. “You guys are ridiculous. But seriously, I really need a drink after that.”

Jed stands up with a laugh. “I’ve got you covered, my man. But we’re definitely getting you some strong stuff. You’re gonna need it.”

As Landon watches his friends scatter to find drinks and snacks, he can’t help but feel a little better. Sure, he was basically interrogated by Klaus and his brothers, but now he has his friends to help him get through the aftermath. And maybe, just maybe, if he survives this dance, he’ll finally get a little peace. Or at least a little less joking about his imminent demise.

The dining room of the Mikaelson mansion was as grand and elegant as always, the chandelier casting a warm glow over the long table. You sat comfortably between your parents, your mother reaching over occasionally to brush a stray strand of hair from your face while your father poured you another glass of sparkling cider. Dinner was lively as usual, with your uncles and aunts bantering, laughing, and sometimes bickering about old stories and mischief they’d caused over the centuries.

You were happily digging into your plate when Kol, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly cleared his throat. His signature smirk spread across his face, the kind that always signaled trouble.

“So,” Kol began, his voice carrying that unmistakable tone of mischief. “By the way, my favorite niece, your lover boy almost got himself killed by your dear father and us your favorites uncles today well I am talking about me I’m your favorite uncle.”

The fork you were holding froze mid-air, your cheeks immediately turning red. “What?” you stammered, darting a look at your dad.

Klaus, who had been swirling his wine glass lazily, didn’t even flinch. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, little wolf,” he said nonchalantly. “The boy showed up unannounced, rambling nervously about some dance. I merely… tested his intentions.”

Kol let out a laugh. “Tested? Oh, Nik, don’t be modest. You stared at him like you were imagining all the ways you could rip him apart. I swear, the poor lad’s knees were shaking so hard I thought he’d collapse right there on the threshold.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Uncle Kol, please.”

“Oh, no, darling, you can’t hide now,” Kol teased, clearly enjoying himself. “Do you know what he said when he finally got up the courage to speak? He actually had the nerve to call Klaus ‘sir.’”

Rebekah snorted into her wine glass. “Oh, poor thing. No wonder he survived it t must’ve amused Nik to hear someone grovel for a change.”

“I wasn’t amused,” Klaus said, though the small twitch of his lips betrayed him. “I merely appreciated the respect. Though I admit, his fear was… entertaining.”

Elijah, ever the voice of calm, set his glass down and added, “He was quite brave, actually. Despite his nerves, he made his case rather eloquently.”

Kol scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Brave? The boy nearly fainted when Nik said, ‘What makes you think I’d allow that?” He burst out laughing, his laughter infectious enough that even Rebekah chuckled.

“uncle!” you hissed, your face burning. “You’re making it sound worse than it was!”

“Am I, though?” Kol quipped. “He practically had a foot in the grave already, Darling. Speaking of which, we should probably invest in some new coffins. Just in case.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands.

Hayley, sitting next to you, leaned over with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure he handled it fine. Your father might have been dramatic, but he’s still sitting here alive, isn’t he?”

“And to be fair,” Rebekah added, smirking, “if he’s willing to endure all of that just to take you to a dance, he must like you quite a lot.”

Klaus straightened in his chair at that. “Of course, he likes her. He’d be foolish not to. But let’s not forget, Rebekah, liking her isn’t enough.”

Kol gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. “Oh, listen to you, Nik. Already planning to be the overbearing father. It’s adorable, really.”

“Kol,” Elijah interjected, his tone exasperated but amused, “perhaps you could let Y/n enjoy her meal without embarrassing her further.”

Kol leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop. For now. But only because I’m rather enjoying my dinner.”

You peeked out from behind your hands, glaring playfully at him. “I’m going to tell Landon about this, you know. See how he feels about you calling him out like that.”

Kol laughed, raising his wine glass in your direction. “Oh, do, darling. I’m sure he’ll love to relive the whole ordeal. Perhaps I’ll invite him over and recount every detail myself.”

Your mother rolled her eyes but smiled, pulling you into a side hug. “Ignore him, sweetheart. You know Kol just loves to stir the pot.”

Your father, however, leaned closer, his expression serious but tinged with humor. “Still, my little wolf, if that boy does anything to upset you, rest assured, your uncles and I will handle it.”

“Dad,” you groaned, laughing despite yourself.

The table erupted in laughter, and while you felt utterly mortified, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of your family’s love surrounding you. Even if they embarrassed you half to death, you knew they only did it because they cared.

The evening sun filtered through the tall windows of the Mikaelson mansion, casting a golden glow over the room. You were sitting in your father’s art studio, surrounded by canvases, brushes, and the familiar scent of paint. Klaus stood beside you, his own canvas perched on an easel, as he worked with deliberate strokes, his expression calm but focused.

You loved these moments with your father just the two of you, sharing something he loved so deeply. Painting had always been his escape, his way of expressing what words couldn’t, and you cherished that he let you be a part of it.

“Yours is coming along nicely,” Klaus said, glancing over at your canvas. His voice was soft, filled with pride.

You smiled, dipping your brush into the vibrant blue paint. “Thanks, Dad. I had a good teacher.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Flattery will get you everywhere, little wolf.”

For a while, the two of you painted in companionable silence, the only sounds being the soft swish of brushes against the canvas and the occasional chirping of birds outside. But then Klaus set down his brush and turned toward you, his blue eyes studying you thoughtfully.

“You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh-oh,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “That’s dangerous.”

He smirked but didn’t take the bait. Instead, he stepped closer, his tone growing more serious. “I know I’m… overprotective. Perhaps even to an extreme.”

You set your brush down, sensing the shift in his mood. “Dad—”

“No, let me finish,” he said gently, taking a seat on the stool beside you. “I know it frustrates you sometimes. The way I question every person who gets close to you, the way I hover, the way I make it clear that no one will ever be good enough for my little wolf.”

You bit your lip, unsure where he was going with this, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“But I need you to understand,” he continued, his voice softening, “I only do it because I love you. You are my everything, Y/n. From the moment I first held you in my arms, you became the single most important thing in my life. You’re not just my daughter, you’re my heart, my hope and my reason for being.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I’ve lived a long time,” Klaus said, his gaze distant for a moment as if recalling centuries of pain and loss. “I’ve lost so much too much. And the thought of losing you? It’s unbearable. Without you, little wolf, I can’t live. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have: peace.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks now, and Klaus reached out, gently wiping them away with his thumb. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You shook your head, smiling through your tears. “I’m not upset. I just… I didn’t know you felt like that.”

“Of course, I do,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I know I don’t always say it, but you mean the world to me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means being a little… overbearing.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek. “You’re more than a little overbearing, Dad. But I get it. And… I love you, too.”

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. “I love you more than words can say, little wolf. Always.”

For a while, you just stayed there in his embrace, feeling safe and loved. Eventually, Klaus pulled back and tapped your nose with a paint-covered finger, leaving a small blue smudge.

“Now,” he said, his tone lightening, “let’s see if my little artist can beat me in creating a masterpiece.”

You laughed, grabbing your brush. “Oh, it’s on, old man.”

As the two of you returned to your canvases, the earlier heaviness melted away, replaced by laughter and playful banter. And in that moment, you were reminded once again how much your father loved you. and how lucky you were to have him.

The Mikaelson mansion was buzzing with excitement as the day for the school dance approached. You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly, when Rebekah waltzed into the room with her usual flair, her eyes gleaming with purpose.

“Alright, my gorgeous niece,,” she announced, clapping her hands together. “It’s time we find you the perfect dress for the dance. Something that will make that boy of yours forget how terrified he is of your father.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Auntie Bex, can’t I just wear something I already have? I mean, it’s just a dance.”

Rebekah gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as if you’d just insulted her entire existence. “Just a dance? Y/n, it’s your first school dance! You can’t just show up in something ordinary. You need to make a statement.”

Hayley walked in, carrying a mug of coffee, and smirked at the scene. “Don’t argue, Y/n. When your aunt gets this determined, it’s easier to just go along with it.”

You groaned but couldn’t suppress the small smile creeping onto your face. “Fine. But no over-the-top, frilly stuff, okay?”

“Deal,” Rebekah said with a wink. “Now, go get your shoes. We’re heading out.”

Not long after, you, your mom and your aunts piled into the car and made your way into the heart of the city. The shopping district was lively, the streets lined with boutiques, twinkling lights, and the faint sound of music drifting through the air.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Freya said, looping her arm through yours as you walked into the first boutique. “I don’t get to do this kind of thing often, so you better enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” you teased, grinning at her.

Rebekah was already scanning the racks like a woman on a mission, pulling out dresses and holding them up for inspection. “This one’s too plain. This one’s too short. Oh, this one could work if we added a few accessories…”

Your mother leaned against a nearby wall, sipping her coffee and shaking her head. “She’s like a hurricane when it comes to shopping, isn’t she?”

“You have no idea,” you muttered, watching as Rebekah flitted from one rack to another with lightning speed.

“Oh, come now,” Rebekah said, overhearing you. “You’ll thank me when Landon sees you in the perfect dress and forgets how to breathe.”

Freya laughed. “Or how to form a coherent sentence. That boy’s already skittish enough around Klaus.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a flush creep up your cheeks. “You guys are ridiculous.”

After what felt like hours of trying on dress after dress. some of which were vetoed immediately by Hayley for being “too revealing” and others dismissed by Rebekah for being “too boring” you finally stepped out of the fitting room in a dress that made everyone fall silent.

It was elegant yet simple, a perfect balance of your style and the timeless class your family was known for. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, and the fit was flawless.

Rebekah clasped her hands together, her eyes practically sparkling. “That’s the one. Absolutely perfect.”

Hayley nodded, a proud smile on her face. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Freya stepped closer, adjusting the hem slightly and nodding in approval. “It’s stunning, Y/n. You’re going to steal the show.”

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, feeling a little shy under their adoring gazes. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Rebekah said firmly. “Landon won’t know what hit him.”

“And neither will anyone else,” Hayley added, her tone protective. “But if anyone even thinks about messing with you, they’ll have to deal with us first.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think you guys are more excited about this dance than I am.”

Freya grinned. “Of course we are. You’re the baby of the family. We have to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

After finalizing the dress, you spent the rest of the afternoon hunting for shoes and accessories, with Rebekah insisting on the importance of “the complete look.” By the time you were done, you were exhausted but couldn’t help feeling excited as you imagined how the dance would unfold.

As you all piled back into the car, Rebekah turned to you with a sly smile. “Now, darling, let’s talk about hair and makeup. I have some ideas…”

“Rebekah,” Hayley said warningly, “don’t overwhelm her.”

You groaned dramatically, making everyone laugh, but deep down, you felt grateful. Shopping with your mom and aunts was chaotic, but it was filled with love, and you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

Landon paced nervously in the Salvatore School common room, his hands clutching a tie that he couldn’t figure out how to knot. His friends. MG, Kaleb, and Jed sat sprawled on the couches, watching him with varying degrees of amusement and pity.

“Alright, Landon,” Kaleb said, smirking as he leaned back, arms crossed. “You’re pacing so much, you’re gonna wear a hole in the floor. Chill, man.”

“I can’t chill!” Landon exclaimed, throwing his tie onto the coffee table. “Do you guys realize what I’m about to do? I’m taking Y/n Mikaelson to the dance. The Y/n Mikaelson. That means her dad, her uncles, her entire original vampire family is going to be watching my every move.”

Jed grinned, leaning forward. “Don’t forget her aunt Rebekah. I heard she once ripped a guy’s heart out because he didn’t pull out her chair at dinner.”

“That’s not helping!” Landon groaned, flopping onto the couch.

MG picked up the tie and started fiddling with it. “Look, man, it’s gonna be fine. You already got through the worst part. asking Klaus for permission. The fact that you’re still alive is a good sign.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb chimed in, “but just barely. From what I hear, Klaus and Kol were probably one snarky comment away from turning Landon into a pile of ash.”

Landon shot him a glare. “Again, not helping.”

MG chuckled, holding up the tie. “Alright, real talk. what are you wearing to this thing? Please tell me you’re not gonna show up in that sad excuse for a blazer that you have.”

“I got a new suit,” Landon mumbled defensively.

Kaleb raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Let’s see it.”

Landon sighed, standing up and pulling a garment bag from the back of a chair. He unzipped it to reveal a sleek, dark suit with a subtle shine, complete with a perfectly pressed white shirt and a dark blue tie.

MG whistled. “Okay, okay. Look at you, Mr. Fancy. You clean up nice.”

Jed tilted his head, squinting at the suit. “Looks sharp. But, uh… you think it’s gonna stain?”

Landon blinked. “Stain? What are you talking about?”

“You know,” MG said, grinning wickedly. “When Klaus decides to rip out your heart because you step on Y/n’s foot or something. Blood can be hard to get out of fabric.”

Kaleb burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. “Man, he’s got a point! You should’ve gone with something darker red hides blood better. Rookie mistake.”

“Or just wear a poncho,” Jed added with a shrug. “Less cleanup that way.”

Landon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Why did I even ask you guys for help? You’re making me feel worse.”

“Relax,” MG said, slinging an arm over Landon’s shoulder. “We’re just messing with you. You’ll be fine. Just don’t do anything stupid, like spill punch on her dress or forget to compliment her. Oh, and maybe avoid being alone with her family for too long.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb said, grinning. “Especially Kol. That guy’s crazy, and not the fun kind of crazy.”

“Not helping,” Landon muttered again, shaking his head.

MG handed him the tie. “Alright, let’s focus. Get this on, practice your lines in the mirror, and remember: confidence is key. If Klaus smells fear, you’re done for.”

“That’s comforting,” Landon said dryly, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

As they continued to tease him, Landon couldn’t help but think that, for all his nerves, having friends to lighten the mood might actually keep him from having a complete meltdown before the dance. Well, maybe.

The Salvatore School common room was lively as usual, with you, Lizzie, Josie, Landon, MG, Kaleb, and Jed lounging on the couches and chairs, throwing playful banter back and forth. Landon, as usual, looked like a bundle of nerves, sitting next to you and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Lizzie, who always seemed to enjoy stirring the pot, glanced at Landon with a smirk. “So, Landon, have you decided what your last words are going to be? You know, just in case.”

Landon groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Why does everyone keep acting like I’m going to die?”

“Uh, because you might?” Kaleb said, grinning. “No offense, Y/n, but your dad has a reputation. And your uncles? They’re like a murder squad. If I were Landon, I’d be saying my goodbyes right about now.”

Josie tried to hold back a laugh but failed. “He’s not that bad, guys. Right, Y/n?”

You rolled your eyes, patting Landon’s shoulder. “They’re just messing with you. My dad’s bark is worse than his bite.”

“Uh, yeah, tell that to the thousands of people he’s actually bitten,” MG quipped, earning a round of laughter.

“Wow, thanks for the support,” Landon muttered, slouching further into the couch.

Suddenly, MG straightened up, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “Guys,” he said dramatically, “we need to talk about something important. If Klaus actually kills Landon, we need to decide how we’re going to honor his memory.”

Kaleb nodded, stroking his chin like he was pondering something deeply profound. “True, true. A eulogy, maybe? Or a memorial tree in the courtyard?”

Jed, catching on to the joke, slapped his chest and sniffled loudly. “Guys, I can’t! I’ll cry too much!”

“Don’t cry for me!” Landon groaned, throwing a pillow at Jed.

But Jed dodged and dramatically wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “We’ll miss you, bro, but, uh… we can’t avenge you.”

“What?!” Landon exclaimed, sitting up straight.

MG shrugged, pretending to look apologetic. “Yeah, man. If we try to get revenge, your father-in-law will turn us into, like… garden mulch. So, sorry, but we’re not signing up for that.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb added, nodding solemnly. “We’ll say nice things at your funeral, though. Real heartfelt stuff.”

“Oh, totally,” Jed said, clutching his chest again. “Like, ‘Landon Kirby: the bravest dude to ever date a Mikaelson. May he rest in pieces.’”

“Pieces?” Landon squeaked.

“Well, it depends on how mad Klaus gets,” Kaleb said nonchalantly.

Even Lizzie couldn’t resist joining in. “Don’t worry, Landon. We’ll make sure the flowers at your grave match your suit. It’s the least we can do.”

“Guys, stop,” you said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide your laughter.

Landon, on the other hand, looked half-amused and half-horrified. “You’re all terrible friends.”

“Hey, at least we’re honest,” MG said, raising his hands. “I mean, c’mon, would you take on Klaus Mikaelson for me? Be real.”

Landon hesitated. “Uh… well…”

“Exactly,” Kaleb said, smirking.

You leaned over, grabbing Landon’s hand to reassure him. “Don’t worry, Landon. They’re just being idiots. My dad actually likes you.”

“Likes him?” Josie whispered to Lizzie with a grin. “Is that why he sharpened his favorite weapons the other day?”

You shot Josie a look, trying to suppress your laugh as Landon groaned again, sinking back into the couch.

“Okay, I’m doomed,” he muttered. “Does anyone know a good hiding place?”

“Not really,” Jed said, smirking. “But we do know a good funeral home.”

The room erupted into laughter, and despite Landon’s protests, even he couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

The Mikaelson family gathered in the grand living room of their mansion, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm light over the scene. Your father and uncles stood near the fireplace, each with a glass of bourbon in hand, while your aunts and mother were sprawled across the couches with their phones, scrolling through endless pictures of hairstyles. The faint sound of classical music played in the background, creating an oddly serene atmosphere considering the topic of conversation.

“I think this braid would look perfect on Y/n,” Rebekah said, holding up her phone to Hayley. “Elegant, yet timeless.”

Hayley tilted her head, studying the image. “It’s nice, but what about something with curls? Y/n has such beautiful hair; we should make it stand out more.”

Freya chuckled, shaking her head. “You two are overthinking this. Y/n would look stunning no matter what hairstyle she picks.”

Meanwhile, the brothers were deep in their own conversation. or, more accurately, Kol was stirring the pot as usual.

“So,” Kol began, swirling his bourbon with a mischievous glint in his eye, “dear brother, have you decided how you’re going to kill your future son-in-law? Or are you going to just let him die of fright when he sees you at the dance?”

Klaus shot him a glare but said nothing, sipping his drink instead.

Elijah, ever the diplomat, raised an eyebrow. “Kol, must you be so dramatic? Landon has already proven his intentions are honorable.”

Kol scoffed, smirking. “Honorable? The boy could barely string two words together when he came here begging for Y/n’s hand in. what was it, again? Oh, yes, a high school dance. Pathetic, really.”

Klaus’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “I’ll admit, it was… amusing. The stammering, the sweating… the way he almost bolted when I opened the door.”

“That’s because you looked at him like he was dinner,” Hayley chimed in, glancing up from her phone. “Poor kid probably thought he was going to be the next werewolf snack.”

“Well, he should be afraid,” Klaus said, his tone deceptively casual. “It keeps him in line. If he even thinks about putting one foot out of place…” He trailed off, letting the unspoken threat linger.

Kol burst out laughing, clapping Klaus on the shoulder. “Oh, Nik, you’re such a softie these days. Let me guess. you’ve already got the ‘disappointed father’ speech planned, don’t you? Or are you going straight for the ‘intimidating immortal hybrid’ act?”

Klaus rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Why would I waste my time with speeches when actions are far more effective?”

“Of course,” Kol said, grinning wider. “But do tell. are you thinking heart removal, or something more creative? Personally, I’d go for the old-fashioned ‘hang him upside down from a tree’ routine. Really sends a message.”

Elijah sighed, setting his glass down. “Kol, must you always turn everything into a spectacle? Landon has survived thus far. Perhaps we should give him some credit for his resilience.”

Rebekah, who had been quietly listening while scrolling through hairstyles, smirked and chimed in. “Oh, please. The boy’s only alive because Y/n begged Klaus not to kill him. Don’t act like he’s some great survivor.”

Hayley snorted, shaking her head. “You guys are unbelievable. Landon’s just a kid trying to impress Y/n. Cut him some slack.”

Freya chuckled. “To be fair, I think he deserves a little credit for standing up to Klaus. Most people wouldn’t even dare knock on this door.”

Kol raised his glass. “To Landon Kirby: the bravest idiot I’ve ever met. May he survive the dance without fainting. or worse.”

Klaus smirked, raising his glass in return. “We’ll see. But if he dares step out of line, I’ll be sure to remind him why he should fear me.”

Hayley rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

Rebekah leaned over to show Freya a picture of an elaborate braided updo. “What do you think about this one? Too much?”

“Perfect,” Freya said. “Now, let’s just hope Y/n can survive her overprotective father and uncles long enough to enjoy her dance.”

As laughter filled the room, you walked in, looking around suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”

The room fell silent for a moment before Kol, ever the troublemaker, grinned and said, “Oh, nothing, darling niece. We were just discussing how many ways your father plans to terrify your boyfriend.”

You groaned. “Seriously? You guys are unbelievable.”

“Welcome to the family,” Freya said, smirking as she patted the seat next to her.

The Mikaelson mansion was quiet that evening, the usual chaos giving way to a more serene atmosphere as preparations for the big night unfolded. Your dress hung on a nearby mannequin, glimmering softly under the dim chandelier light. You sat in front of an ornate vanity, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as your aunts worked their magic.

Rebekah stood beside you, a makeup brush in hand, her expression one of intense concentration. “Hold still, darling. If you keep fidgeting, I’ll end up giving you a clown face instead of a masterpiece.”

You giggled, trying to stay still as she lightly dusted your cheeks with blush. “I’m not fidgeting that much.”

“Not much?” Rebekah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’re like a rabbit caught in headlights. What’s got you so jittery? Nervous about seeing Landon?”

Hayley, standing behind you, chuckled as she carefully pinned another curl into place. “Of course she’s nervous. This is her first big dance, and her first time going with a date. And not just any date. one who’s brave enough to face Klaus and her uncles.”

Freya, on the other side of you, nodded as she braided a section of your hair into an intricate pattern. “Honestly, I’m surprised Landon didn’t faint during his ‘talk’ with Klaus. I was half expecting Kol to scare him off entirely.”

Rebekah laughed, putting down her brush and reaching for a tube of lipstick. “Well, he survived round one. Let’s see how he holds up at the actual dance when Nik is glaring at him the whole night.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You guys are terrible. You’re supposed to be helping me relax, not making me more nervous.”

“Relax?” Rebekah teased, tilting your chin up gently so she could apply the lipstick. “Honey, this is your big night! Nerves are part of the excitement. Besides, you look absolutely stunning. Landon’s jaw is going to hit the floor when he sees you.”

Freya stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Your hair is coming together beautifully. What do you think, Hayley?”

Hayley nodded, a soft smile on her face. “Perfect. Y/n, you look incredible. You’re going to steal the show tonight.”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, taking in the soft waves and intricate braids Freya and Hayley had woven into your hair. Rebekah’s makeup was flawless, enhancing your features without overdoing it. For a moment, you didn’t even recognize yourself.

“Wow,” you murmured, a little overwhelmed. “I… I look.-“

“Like a princess,” Rebekah finished, stepping back to admire her work. “No, scratch that. you look like royalty. Fitting, considering your father treats you like his little queen.”

Freya chuckled, patting your shoulder. “You’re all set, Y/n. Now, let’s get you into that dress.”

Your mother helped you stand, careful not to mess up your hair, and Rebekah carefully unzipped the garment bag. The dress shimmered as she pulled it out, and you couldn’t help but gasp. It was perfect. elegant yet youthful, with just the right amount of sparkle.

As they helped you into the gown, Freya adjusted the hem while Hayley zipped up the back. Rebekah fluffed the skirt slightly, stepping back with a proud smile.

“There,” Rebekah said, crossing her arms. “You look like a dream.”

You turned to the mirror, your breath catching as you took in the full effect. The hair, the makeup, the dress. it all came together perfectly.

Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, smiling warmly at you in the reflection. “Y/n, you’re going to have an amazing time tonight. Just be yourself, and don’t worry about anything.”

Freya nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Exactly. And if anyone gives you trouble, well, you have the most intimidating family in the world to back you up.”

Rebekah smirked. “And a whole lot of sass to throw at anyone who dares to step out of line. You’re a Mikaelson, after all.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of confidence as you looked at yourself again. “Thanks, mother and aunts. This really means a lot to me.”

Rebekah leaned down, kissing your cheek lightly. “Go have the time of your life, Honey. But remember. if Landon messes up, just say the word, and we’ll take care of him.”

“Rebekah!” Hayley scolded, laughing as you shook your head.

“Just kidding,” Rebekah said with a wink, though the mischievous glint in her eye said otherwise.

As you looked at your reflection one last time, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and love for your family, even with their quirks. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Landon stood nervously on the doorstep of the Mikaelson mansion, his palms sweaty despite the cool evening air. The house loomed over him like a medieval fortress, its grandeur only amplifying his nerves. With a deep breath, he adjusted his tie, muttering to himself.

“Okay, Landon. You survived the talk… You can do this. Just smile, be polite, and don’t faint.”

He raised his hand to knock, hesitated, and then finally forced himself to tap lightly on the massive door. The sound echoed ominously, and for a moment, he considered running. But before he could entertain that thought, the door creaked open.

And there he was, Klaus Mikaelson, standing in the doorway like a king surveying his kingdom. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Landon, his expression unreadable but undeniably intimidating. He was dressed sharply, though casually, as if to say he didn’t need to try to assert his dominance.

“Ah, Mr. Kirby,” Klaus said, his voice smooth but edged with a hint of amusement. “Right on time. my little wolf is still upstairs getting ready.”

Landon swallowed hard, his throat dry as he cleared it nervously. “Uh, no, sir. I mean, yes, but.-“ He paused, trying to steady himself. “I thought I’d, uh, wait for her here.”

Klaus smirked, stepping aside and motioning for him to enter. “Very well. Come in.”

As Landon stepped inside, the familiar grandeur of the Mikaelson home seemed even more overwhelming than usual. The chandeliers glittered above him, the air thick with history and power. But what really made his stomach drop was the sight waiting for him in the living room.

The entire Mikaelson clan was there, seated as if they had been waiting just for him. Elijah sat in his usual regal posture, a glass of bourbon in hand, his gaze cool and assessing. Kol lounged on the couch, twirling a silver dagger between his fingers, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Freya leaned casually against the mantel, her arms crossed but her eyes twinkling with amusement. Hayley was there, her expression more neutral but still laced with curiosity.

Rebekah, perched elegantly on a nearby armchair, was the first to break the silence. “Well, well, if it isn’t the brave suitor.” She smirked, her eyes flicking over him. “I must say, Landon, you clean up nicely.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Landon managed, his voice slightly shaky.

Kol snorted. “Ma’am? Oh, please. Rebekah doesn’t look a day over 100.”

Rebekah shot him a glare but didn’t refute the comment.

Elijah set his glass down, his gaze steady on Landon. “It’s good to see you again, Landon. I trust you’re prepared for this evening?”

“Yes, sir,” Landon replied quickly, though the confidence in his voice wavered slightly.

Klaus shut the door behind him and moved to stand beside Elijah, his arms crossed. “Are you sure about that, boy? Because from where I’m standing, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

Landon let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m fine. Really. Just… a little nervous.”

Kol chuckled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “A little? You look like a lamb being led to slaughter. Should I fetch you a glass of water or a stretcher?”

“Kol,” Hayley said with a warning tone, though she was clearly holding back a smile.

Freya smiled sympathetically at Landon. “Don’t mind them. They’re just having fun at your expense.”

“Fun?” Kol smirked, twirling the dagger again. “Oh, come on, Freya. It’s tradition. No one dates a Mikaelson without a little… hazing.”

“Kol,” Klaus said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. He turned his gaze back to Landon, his expression softening slightly. “Relax, boy. You’re here for Y/n, not us. Though,” he added with a smirk, “don’t think for a second we won’t be watching your every move tonight.”

Landon’s heart pounded, but he managed a small nod. “I understand, sir. I’ll, uh… I’ll do my best to make sure she has a great time.”

Rebekah chuckled, raising her glass in a mock toast. “Well, here’s to hoping you survive the night, Landon. And remember if you don’t, it’s nothing personal. Just Mikaelson tradition.”

Kol grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Yes, and you can always haunt us if it doesn’t work out.”

The room erupted in laughter, and while Landon tried to smile, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t entirely joking.

You took a deep breath, smoothing the delicate fabric of your dress as you prepared to descend the grand staircase of the Mikaelson mansion. The faint hum of conversation from the living room reached your ears, and you could only imagine what your family was saying to Landon in your absence. They loved to tease, after all.

The soft click of your heels against the polished wood announced your arrival before you came into view. As you stepped onto the staircase, every pair of eyes turned toward you, the room falling silent in an instant.

Klaus, standing near the fireplace with his usual air of authority, was the first to react. A proud smile spread across his face, his blue eyes softening. “There she is,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but brimming with affection.

Kol let out a low whistle, grinning mischievously. “Well, if this isn’t a sight. Little Y/n all grown up and stealing the show already.”

Freya and Hayley exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles warm and full of pride. Elijah simply nodded, his approval clear in the slight upward curve of his lips.

But none of their reactions compared to Landon’s.

As you reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped into the room, Landon’s jaw practically dropped. His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed like he forgot how to breathe. He stared at you, completely captivated, his gaze filled with pure adoration.

“You… you look…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wow.”

A blush crept up your cheeks at his awestruck expression, and you offered him a shy smile. “Thank you, Landon. You look pretty great yourself.”

But before he could respond, he felt it. the unmistakable sensation of several pairs of eyes boring into him. Slowly, almost comically, he tore his gaze away from you and glanced around the room.

Sure enough, the siblings and even Hayley were all staring at him with varying degrees of intensity. Klaus’s expression was calm, but his sharp eyes held a warning. Elijah, ever composed, raised an eyebrow slightly, as if silently reminding Landon to behave. Kol, on the other hand, grinned like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse.

“Well, well,” Kol said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Lover boy here seems completely smitten. Can’t say I blame him.”

“Kol,” Hayley warned, though she couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at her lips.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, stepping in to break the tension. “Oh, leave the poor boy alone. He’s just admiring his date right, Landon?”

Landon nodded quickly, his cheeks flushing. “Y-Yeah, just admiring.”

Klaus took a slow step forward, his presence commanding as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You look beautiful, my little wolf,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride. Then, his gaze shifted back to Landon, his tone hardening just slightly. “Take good care of her tonight. Remember, she’s the jewel of this family.”

Landon gulped and nodded, his hands clenching nervously at his sides. “Of course, sir. I promise.”

Kol chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve got some guts, Kirby. Let’s hope you don’t lose them by the end of the night literally.”

You shot Kol a glare, playfully swatting at his arm. “Uncle Kol, stop scaring him!”

Freya laughed, taking a sip of her drink. “He’s just having fun, Y/n. Don’t worry Landon will be fine. Probably.”

Landon glanced at you, his nervous smile softening when his eyes met yours. Despite the teasing and the pressure, you could see the genuine affection in his gaze. It made your heart flutter, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away.

“Shall we?” he asked, offering you his arm.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. “We shall.”

As the two of you headed toward the door, Klaus’s voice rang out once more. “Landon.”

Landon froze, turning back to face him. “Y-Yes, sir?”

Klaus’s smile was faint but unmistakably sharp. “Remember what we talked about.”

“Yes, sir,” Landon said quickly before practically bolting out the door with you by his side.

The moment you were out of earshot, the room erupted into laughter, Kol’s voice leading the charge. “Oh, that poor lad. He has no idea what he’s in for.”

As the door closed behind you and Landon, the Mikaelson family sat in silence for a moment, the faint sound of your laughter outside barely audible. Klaus stood by the fireplace, his gaze lingering on the door, his fingers drumming against the side of his glass. He didn’t say anything at first, but the subtle tightening of his jaw was enough to catch Kol’s attention.

“Oh, here we go,” Kol muttered, leaning back with an exaggerated grin. “I know that look, brother. Don’t tell me you’re already regretting letting her go.”

Klaus shot him a glare but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he swirled the bourbon in his glass, his mind clearly racing.

Rebekah smirked knowingly from her seat. “Kol’s right. You’re absolutely itching to follow them, aren’t you? I mean, come on, Nik. She’s fine. Landon might be a nervous wreck, but he’s harmless.”

“Harmless is hardly a guarantee,” Klaus replied, his voice sharp but controlled. “She’s my daughter. My little wolf. And she’s out there with a boy who looks like he might faint if he so much as brushes her hand. I won’t just sit here while she’s.-“

“Happy?” Hayley interrupted, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the armrest of her chair. “Come on, Klaus. She’s earned this. Let her have her moment without you breathing down her neck.”

“Breathing down her neck?” Klaus repeated, feigning offense. “I am merely… keeping an eye on her. Protecting her. It’s my job.”

“It’s called parenting,” Elijah said calmly, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “And sometimes, Niklaus, parenting requires a certain degree of trust. Y/n is perfectly capable of handling herself.”

“But Landon isn’t,” Kol chimed in with a laugh. “You saw him! The poor boy could barely string two words together without looking like he was about to collapse. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he trips over his own feet before the night’s over.”

Freya smiled, shaking her head. “Nik, you have to let her go eventually. She’s growing up. Besides, she’s smart. You’ve raised her well. Trust her to make the right decisions.”

Klaus sighed, clearly unconvinced. He set his glass down on the mantel, his fingers drumming against the edge. After a moment of silence, he straightened, his expression determined.

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not just going to sit here. Let’s go after them and watch.”

The room erupted into a mix of groans and laughter.

“Seriously, Nik?” Rebekah said, exasperated. “You’re going to stalk your own daughter on her date? That’s a new low, even for you.”

Hayley folded her arms, shaking her head. “Klaus, no. She’ll know you’re there, and it’ll ruin everything. Let her have this.”

“Oh, come on,” Kol said, already on his feet. “I’m with Nik. This could be fun! Imagine the look on Landon’s face when he realizes we’ve been watching him the whole time.”

“Kol, sit down,” Elijah said sternly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “We are not turning this into a spectacle.”

Klaus ignored them all, already moving toward the door. “I won’t interfere,” he insisted. “I just want to ensure everything is… going smoothly.”

“‘Smoothly’?” Rebekah repeated, rolling her eyes. “Nik, you’re not fooling anyone. You want to scare the poor boy out of his wits.”

“Can you blame me?” Klaus said, turning to face them. “She’s my daughter. My only daughter. And she deserves the best. If he puts one foot out of line.-“

“Niklaus,” Elijah interrupted, his tone carrying the weight of authority. “Enough. Sit. Down.”

For a moment, Klaus hesitated, his jaw tightening as he considered his options. Finally, he sighed and returned to his spot by the fireplace, though he was clearly restless.

Kol snickered, flopping back onto the couch. “Fine, stay here and brood. But don’t come crying to me when Landon puts his hand on her waist during a slow dance.”

The growl that escaped Klaus was enough to send Kol into a fit of laughter, Rebekah shaking her head as she took another sip of her wine.

“Poor Landon,” Freya said with a chuckle. “He has no idea how close he came to being tailed by the entire Mikaelson family.”

“Not yet, anyway,” Kol added with a wink.

Klaus paced the grand hall of the Mikaelson mansion for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. His siblings and Hayley had resumed their conversations, casting amused glances in his direction as he restlessly drummed his fingers against the mantel or adjusted his cufflinks for no apparent reason.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of internal debate, Klaus came to a decision.

“I can’t do this,” he declared suddenly, grabbing his coat.

Everyone stopped, turning to him with varying degrees of exasperation and amusement.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Rebekah groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Nik, what are you doing now?”

“I’m going to the dance,” Klaus said matter-of-factly, slipping into his coat.

Kol burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. “Of course you are! Can’t let the lad have a single moment of peace, can you?”

Hayley rolled her eyes, standing up. “Klaus, she’s fine. You’re going to embarrass her.”

“Embarrass her?” Klaus repeated, his voice full of mock indignation. “Nonsense. I’ll be discreet.”

Elijah arched an eyebrow, setting his glass down. “You? Discreet? Niklaus, that may be the most absurd thing you’ve ever said.”

But Klaus was already heading for the door. “She’s my daughter. I’ll be discreet enough. I just want to see her happy. Surely you all can understand that.”

Hayley exchanged a glance with Freya, both women sighing but ultimately letting him go.

“Just try not to terrify the poor boy too much,” Freya called after him.

When Klaus arrived at the dance, he stayed back in the shadows, blending into the edges of the crowd. His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on you.

There you were, standing with Landon in the middle of the dance floor, laughing as you spun around, the skirt of your dress twirling with you. Your face was glowing with joy, your smile brighter than he’d ever seen it. Landon was watching you like you were the only person in the room, his awkwardness melting away as he held your hand and moved along with you.

Klaus felt his heart swell with pride and love. This was the moment he’d been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. the moment when his little wolf began to spread her wings. He stayed rooted to his spot for a while, simply watching you enjoy yourself.

A soft smile crept across his face, the kind of smile that was rare for Klaus Mikaelson for his overprotectiveness, this was what he wanted. for you to be happy, safe, and cherished.

Eventually, you caught sight of him. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you giggled softly, excusing yourself from Landon. You walked over to where he was standing, raising an eyebrow.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” you asked, though your tone was more amused than annoyed.

Klaus shrugged, his smile never faltering. “I simply wanted to see my little wolf in her element. And I must say, you’ve outshone everyone here.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. “You’re not here to scare Landon again, are you?”

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head. “Not this time, love. Tonight, it’s all about you. And I must admit, seeing you so happy… it’s worth every moment of discomfort I’ve felt letting you go tonight.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Dad. It means a lot that you’re here.”

Klaus placed a gentle hand on your cheek, his expression soft. “You’ll always be my little girl, Y/n. No matter how old you get, no matter who comes into your life, you’ll always have my heart.”

“Always and forever?” you asked with a teasing grin.

“Always and forever,my little wolf” he promised.

With that, he stepped back, letting you return to the dance floor. But this time, he didn’t feel the need to hover. Instead, he leaned against the wall, watching you laugh and dance with your friends, content in the knowledge that his little wolf was happy.

[valentoru]

|| Limitless ||

[CHAPTER 5]

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?

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“Is it a prank? It has to be a prank. Am I on national television? Where are the hidden cameras? How do I look?”

“It’s not a prank. There are no cameras.” You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder and stepped to the side to avoid being ran over by an electric scooter. “But now that you mention it, you look great—especially for this hour.”

Maki didn’t blush, but it was a close thing. “Last night I did one of those masks that you and Megumi got me for my birthday. That one that looks like a panda? I also got a new sunscreen that’s supposed to give you a bit if a glow. And I put on mascara,” she added under her breath.

You could ask her why she’d gone the extra mile to look fabulous on a run-of-the-mill Tuesday morning but you already knew: obviously Yuta would be here today therefore she would be seeing him.

You hid a smile. As weird as the idea of your best friend dating your ex sounded, you were glad that she allowed herself to consider Yuta romantically. Mostly, it was nice to know the indignity you’d put yourself through with Gojo on The Night was paying off. That, all together, with Getos very promising potential business offer had you thinking things might be finally looking up.

“Okay.” Maki chewed on her lower lip, deep in concentration. “So it’s not a prank. Which means that there must be another explanation. Let me find it.”

“There is no other explanation to be found. We just—”

“Oh my God. Are you trying to get citizenship? Are they deporting you back to Canada because we’ve been sharing Megumi’s Netflix password? Tell them we didn’t know it was a federal crime. No wait, don’t tell them anything, we’ll get you a lawyer. And, Y/N I will marry you. I’ll get you a green card and you won’t have to—”

“Maki.” You squeezed your friends hand tighter to get her to shut up for a second. “I promise you, I’m not getting deported. I just went on a single date with Gojo.”

Maki scrunched up her face and dragged you to a bench. She forced you to sit down. You complied, telling yourself that had the roles been reversed you would have absolutely had the same reaction. Hell, if you had caught Maki kissing Gojo you would have enlisted her for full-blown psychiatric help.

“Listen,” Maki started, “do you remember last spring, after the album release party, when I held your hair back while your projectile vomited the five pounds worth of spoiled meat?”

“Yeah. I do.” You cocked you head, pensive. “You ate more then me and never got sick.”

“Because I’m made of sterner stuff, but never mind that. The point is; I am here for you, always will be. No matter what. No matter how many pounds of spoiled meat you projectile vomit, you can trust me. We’re a team, you and I. And Magumi when he’s not pissing off the population. So if Gojo is secretly a extraterrestrial life-form planning on taking over the Earth that will ultimately result in humanity being enslaved by evil overlords who look like cicadas, and the only way to stop him is dating him, you can tell me and I’ll inform NASA—”

“For god sakes.” —you had to laugh—“it was just a date!”

Maki looked pained. “I just don’t understand.”

Because it doesn’t make sense. “I know, but there’s nothing to understand. It’s just…We went on a date.”

“But…why? N/N, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and have excellent taste in clothes, why would you go out with Satoru Gojo?”

You scrunched your nose. “Because he is…” It cost you, to say the word. Oh it cost you. But you had to. “Nice.”

“Nice?” Her eyebrows shot so high they almost got lost in her hairline.

She does look extra cute today, you reflected. Pleased.

“Satoru “ass” Gojo?”

“Well yeah. He is…” you looked around, as if help could come from the bushes or the people rushing by on their ways to work. When it didn’t seem forthcoming you finished, lamely. “He’s a nice asshole I guess.”

Maki’s expression went straight up disbelieving. “Okay so you went from dating someone as cool as Yuta to going out with Satoru Gojo.”

Prefect. This was exactly the opening you had wanted “I did. And happily, because I never cared that much about Yuta.” Finally, some truth in this conversation. “It wasn’t that hard to move on. Honestly. Which is why—please, Maki, put that boy out of his misery. He deserves it, and above all, you deserve it. I bet he’s here today, or well I know he is.” You gestured to the building. “You should ask him to accompany you to coffee when he’s done with the other business meeting and to horror movie festivals so I don’t have to sleep with the lights on for the next six months.”

This time, Maki was flustered. She looked down at her hands, picked at her fingernails and then she began to fiddle with the hem of her shorts before saying, “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean, if you really think that—”

The sound of an alarm went off from Maki’s pocket, and she straightened to pull out her phone. “Shit. I’ve got a “meeting” with Nobara.” she rolled her eyes. “To discuss vocals for some of the songs.” She stood up picking up her bag. “Want to get together for lunch?”

“Can’t. Already promised Megumi we’d go grocery shopping.” You smiled. “Maybe Yuta’s free, though.”

She rolled her yes. But the corners of her mouth were curling up. It made you much more than a little happy. So happy that you didn’t even flip her off when she asked “Is he blackmailing you?”

“Huh?”

“Gojo. Is he blackmailing you? Did he find out that your an aberration and pee in the shower?”

“First of all, it’s time efficient.” You glared at her. “Second, I find it oddly flattering that you think Gojo would go to these ridiculous lengths to get me to date him.”

“Anyone would, N/N. Because your awesome.” Maki’s grimaced before adding, “Except when you’re peeing in the shower.”

Yuta was acting weird. Which didn’t mean much, since Yuta had always been abit awkward. Having recently split from you to date your best friend was not going to make him any less so—but today he seemed even weirder than usual. He came into the coffee shop next door to the record company, a few hours after your conversation with Maki. And proceeded to stare at you for two good minutes. Then three. Then five. It was more attention then he’d ever payed you—yes, including your dates.

When it got borderline ridiculous, you lifted your eyes from your laptop and waved at him. Yuta flustered, grabbed his latte from the counter and found a table for himself. You went back to rereading your two line email for the seventieth time.

Not twenty minutes later, some guy he knew, who you couldn’t remember the name of, walked in and took a seat next to Yuta. They immediately started whispering to each other and pointing at you. Any other day you would have been concerned and a little upset, but Geto Suguru had already answered your email, which took priority over…anything, really.

Yes! You had several days to convince him to take on your project, which was much better than the ten minutes you had originally anticipated. You fist-pumped—which lead to Yuta and his friend staring at you more weirdly. What was up with them, anyway? If Yuta knew what you were doing he certainly wouldn’t be giving you that look, besides there shouldn’t be any bad blood between you and him. Did you have toothpaste of your face? Who cared? You were going to meet Geto Suguru and convince him to let the band do work with for the charity. You were going to help cancer research.

You were in an excellent mood until two hours later. When you entered the apartment and Megumi was sat on the couch. Upon hearing your entering, he paused the show he was watching and looked at you.

“You sneaky little monster.” He hissed his green eyes were almost comically narrow. “I’ve been texting you all day.”

“Oh.” You patted the pocket of your jeans then your front pocket. “I think I might of left it here today.”

“I cannot believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“I cannot believe you.”

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

“I thought we were friends.”

“We are.”

“Good friends.”

“We are. You, Maki, and Toge are my best friends. What—”

“Clearly not if I had to hear it all from Maki on the group chat and not you personally.”

“Hear what?”

“—And I thought we were friends.”

Something icy crawled it’s way up your back. Could it be…No. no, it couldn’t be. “Hear what?”

“I’m done. I’m letting the cockroach’s eat you. And I’m changing the Netflix password.”

Oh no. “Megumi, hear what?”

“That you’re dating Satoru Gojo.”

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AN:

This sort of feels like a filler episode, anyway, guys I’m thinking of starting a discord so comment if you would join 🔥🔥🙏🙏 or tell me if you think it’s a completely atrocious idea

3 chapters this week because chances are I won’t post next week since I’m on holiday 🔥🔥🙏

© valentoru all rights reserved- do not publish my work on other platforms, plagiarise or translate.

[ofmdrecaps]

10/31/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR: Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Nat Torres; Kristian Nairn; Linds Cantrell; Dominic Burgess; Vico Ortiz; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction New Show; Halloween; Adopt Our Crew OFMD Themed Spooky Season Prompts; Love Notes;

Alrighty lovelies. So this edition is a lot later than it should be because I wanted to get permission from fans to include their absolutely beautiful work! Thank you to everyone who allowed me to share-- and please oh please if you'd like to share yours I'd love to see more of your beautiful creations-- from costumes to pumpkins for Halloween!

PS: Happy Boop Day to all who celebrated here on Tumblr!

= Taika Waititi =

Well, Taika and Rita really did steal the halloween show, I tell ya. Look at these awesome Legend of Zorro costumes!

Source: Getty Images

Source: Rita's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba and family went for something out of this world for Halloween!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

= Nat Torres =

Nat asked a very important question on Halloween!

Source: Nat Torres Instagram

= Kristian Nairn =

Hey! Did you know Kristian did an interview with Instinct Magazine ?

= Lindsey Cantrell =

Our darling set decorator went as Selena Gomez from Only Murders In The Building (another show Lindsey worked on!)

Sounce: Linds' Instagram

= Dominic Burgess =

Happy Halloween from Jeffrey Fettering! He gets to dress up in all the cool costumes year round!

Source: Dominic's Twitter!

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's put up more OFMD BTS for S2 on their Patreon! Some sneaky previews below! Vico's Patreon.

Source: Vico's Patreon

Source: Vico's Patreon

== Netflix Requests! ==

Your daily reminder from our dear crewmate aproperpirate to put in those netflix requests! https://help.netflix.com/en/titlerequest

Source: A proper pirate on Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

While not specifically OFMD related-- it's brought to you by Our Flag Means Fanfiction and it's spooky! New podcast by the folks who brought you OFMFF about Haunted Hollywood! Check it out on their linktr.ee!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction

= Halloween =

Since Halloween always gives us such fabulous costumes I really wanted to share some that popped across my feed! LadyLiu7 on Instagram was kind enough to share her Blackbeard Costume, which I have to say, is INCREDIBLY bad ass. Thank you so much for sharing it with us!

Source: LadyLiu7's Instagram

One of our very active and amazing crewmates, politestmenace over on twitter also dressed as Ed this year, with bonus mini-menace as Kevin from Time Bandits! (Jemaine even sent some praise!) Thanks for letting me share this awesomeness dear!!

Source: Politest Menace's Twitter

Another one of our wonderful crewmates -- _gentlebeard over on twitter went as one of the Skeleton Mermaids! Check out this stunning costume! It was so impressive David re-tweeted it! Absolutely fantastic job Chelsea! Thank you so much for letting me share this with the crew!

Source: _Gentlebeard's Twitter!

= Adopt Our Crew Prompts =

Our Fan-Tabulous crewmembers over at @adoptourcrew kept up the engagement by asking folks what kind of cool OFMD stuff people were into for the spooky season and I was so happy that some of our crewmates were cool with me sharing because LOOK AT THE TALENT ON THIS SHIP!!!!!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter  Like seriously, how do you all manage to get this so intricate! ITS AMAZING and SUPER SPOOKY. I would have loved to see it in person! Great job Sarah!!

Source: Habitvol6's Twitter

Oh and this extremely cool mermen skeletons decoration!? EXCUSE ME!? Poison2Princess over on Twitter knocked it out of the park with this one!!

Source: Poison2Princess on Twitter

OH and just by the way, check out this fabulous flag pumpkin by AsYouWish311 over on Twitter! It's so hard to carve pumpkins, and you DID NAIL IT! So hard! Frenchie would be proud!

Source: AsYouWish311

Tumblr keeps deleting my edits-- but Check out this SUPER BADASS PUMPKIN THAT JENN on bluesky made! Look at that!!! It looks like a title card! You are amazing luv!

Source: Metavenhorst on Bluesky!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I hope you all had an absolutely wonderful spooky couple days! Halloween is one of my favorite times of year because everyone gets to be so creative, and expectations are dropped even if it's just for an evening!

Please oh please remember to take some time for yourself soon if you didn't get to these past couple days! You need to recharge too. Sending so much love your way -- take care!

Source： MyEasyTherapy

[likablemuffin]

Magic always has some background tricks

(Hi :0 soooo... this is a gift for the absolutely wonderful @sloppy-syrup !! Me and them made up some lore based on their absolutely fabulous art you can find here! I ended up saying I would write something for it, and now I finally have! Terribly sorry for how long the wait was, writers block really just went B O N K

Hope you enjoy!! :DD)

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Leo was so excited!

He and his brothers had somehow managed to get tickets to an exclusive magic show! How on earth Leo managed to get the tickets, no one ever knew.

Leo hurriedly rushes his brothers to get ready, as they're taking too long! The show starts soon, and they're not even driving there yet!

"Come on, you guys! It's not that hard to get ready! We're not even dressing in suits or anything!" Mikey quickly stuffs random stuff in a bag. It's mostly his art supplies. "I know, I know! But if there's something cool that happens, I'm going to wanna draw it!" Leo groans and shakes Mikey's shoulders several times, as if that would help Mikey go faster. "Everything there is gonna be cool! We don't have time for this!!"

Mikey scoops up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. "Okay! I'm done! We can go!" Leo jumps in place a few times out of pure excitement and grabs Mikey's hand, zooming out of Mikey's room to find the others.

Once Leo gathers them all, they all hop in the turtle tank and start driving away. Leo wanted desperately to drive, but both Raph and Donnie knew that he'd drive way too fast to try and get there sooner, so Raph drove instead.

They park the obnoxiously large turtle tank in front of the building where the magic show is, and all walk into the building. 

It doesn't look very nice on the inside... the chairs seem mostly mismatched, and there are several very noticeable cobwebs and old boxes in the corners. The stage looks a bit dirty, and the curtains for the stage are ripped. 

The turtles stand in the doorway for a few seconds, eyeing the scene before walking in. 

"Well, this place is...interesting..." Raph says to break the silence. "Yeah... hoping it'd be more...normal." Leo says with disappointment very clear in his voice. Raph notices he sounds disappointed and pats his head. "I'm sure it'll still be fine, little bro." Leo chuckles. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine!"

The four take a seat and wait for a couple of minutes for the show to start. The lack of people is truly very confusing, but they don't act too bothered about it. 

The curtains finally open, and a bulky man steps out wearing...a cardboard box? On his head. Everyone straightens in their seats as the man turns to look at them. "Hello, my wonderful guests! How is everyone this night?" Leo nods vigorously and sticks his thumb in the air. "Ah, doing great, I see!" The man chuckles to himself. "Well, I hope you all are ready to be blown away by the coolest magic tricks you will ever see!"

And with those words, the man takes off his top hat, and a whole bunch of doves come flying out. Leo and Mikey clap their hands in delight. 

The magic show continues on, with the magician doing tons of cool magic tricks that Leo, even as skilled in magic as he says he is, didn't understand how he did them. The brothers all stare at him in awe as the show continues. (well, except for Donnie, he kept mumbling to himself that science could do all the magic tricks way better.)

Finally, the magician finishes up. "Thank you all so, so much for coming!" Donnie mumbles something to himself about how there were only the four of them, so it was stupid to say "you all", but no one pays attention to him. 

"Now, I will choose one of you to see the next magic trick finale that will happen during my next show!" The turtles look at each other with confused expressions on their faces. Does that usually happen? Oh well, maybe it's just special for them because they're the only four who showed up! 

The magician points his finger at the crowd (consisting of only four people) and moves it around a bit until it lands on...

Leo.

"You! Young man! Come up here, and I will show you the next trick!" Leo practically jumps out of his seat and runs up the steps on the side of the stage. The magician puts his arm around Leo's shoulders. "What's your name, young man?" Leo smiles widely at him. "Leonardo! Or just Leo!"

The magician nods and points to Leo's brothers. "Do not fear; I will give your brother back after he sees the next amazing magic trick! Come with me, dearest Leonardo!" Leo sticks his tongue out at his brothers before following the magician behind the stage. 

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Behind the stage, there are several more boxes of stuff than in the main room, but at least there are no cobwebs here. The magician shuffles through one of the boxes and pulls out a gorgeous mask that's even Leo's favorite color! Blue! Leo stares at the mask for a few moments until the magician speaks. "Will you be willing to put this mask on?" 

Leo snaps out of his trance and stares at the magician. "You want me to put it on? Why?" Look, it might just be a mask, but still, putting something on that you get from a stranger isn't a good idea. "It's for the next show, remember? A magician never reveals their secrets!" Leo should be more cautious, but in all honesty, Leo trusts this guy! I mean, he's just a magician! What's the worst he can do?

So, Leo grabs the mask and puts it on. 

Everything seems normal at first, but Leo slowly notices floating cards start appearing around him. "What the..." He whispers to no one but himself. He stares at the cards with awe, and he doesn't take his eyes away for even one second. The magician seemingly fades from view, and honestly, Leo forgets he was even there in the first place, even though he was the one who gave him the mask. Leo's eyes slowly turn into black and white swirls, and he simply stares at the cards in front of him.

The magician chuckles watching the turtle instantly fall under the spell and takes off his cardboard box head. Hypno shakes his head a few times after he takes it off. "Blimey, that wasn't very comfortable to wear!" He looks at Leo, who is still stuck in a trance, and smirks. "Well, well, look at the catch of the day..."

He walks up to Leo and waves his hand in front of Leo's face several times. When Leo doesn't respond at all, Hypno laughs to himself and takes out his floating rings. "Let's go show your brothers this magic trick, shall we?"

Hypno puts one of his floating rings up to Leo's neck and starts leading him out from behind the stage.

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Raph stares at the spot where Leo disappeared behind the stage. "He's been back there a while, don't ya think?" Donnie rolls his eyes and scrolls on his phone. "Don't worry; I'm sure he's fine. He probably got caught up talking to the magician." Mikey bounces in his seat. "What do you think the magic trick was? Aw man, I really wish I got chosen instead of Leo!"

A voice suddenly rings out through the whole room. "There has been a change of plans! I have decided to do the final trick today! Just as a special treat for you all coming today."

Leo suddenly appears on the stage in a poof of smoke wearing a strange mask, with...Hypno standing next to him, holding one of his floating rings in front of his neck. Leo doesn't even seem to notice that he just suddenly appeared in a different place than where he last was.

Before anyone can say anything, Hypno speaks up. "Of course, I'm sure you're all quite confused, but do not fear! This last act is the simple act of making something disappear! In this case, it's a pesky turtle." Hypno spins the ring at Leo's neck and makes it go closer to Leo's neck. 

Mikey screams, Raph stands up so fast that his chair falls over (and several behind it), and Donnie takes out his tech bo, firing a missile at Hypno. Hypno quickly jumps out of the way, and the missile crashes into the wall behind where he was just standing. Leo still doesn't move and doesn't register what's even happening. 

Which is... you know, not the best.

Raph and Mikey both quickly grab their weapons and rush up to Hypno to start to attack him. Hypno manages to dodge all their attacks pretty well, which is quite impressive since he was dragging Leo around with him. Raph growls at Hypno and punches his fists together, spawning red ninpo fists over his own. He charges at Hypno when Hypno is distracted by Mikey and Donnie, and Raph manages to deal an extremely hard punch right to Hypno's face. 

Hypno shouts in pain and stumbles back, losing his hold on Leo. Leo somehow has still not noticed what's going on around him and just continues to stare at seemingly nothing. Raph runs up to him and snaps his fingers in front of Leo's face a few times. When Leo doesn't respond, Raph moves to take off the mask, assuming that that's what's causing Leo to be like this.

He sadly doesn't, because one of Hypno's rings suddenly comes out of basically nowhere and cuts Raph's arm. Raph stumbles back and holds a hand over his injury, which is already bleeding. Hypno poofs behind Leo again and grabs him.

"NO-!" Raph screams as Hypno puts one of his rings near Leo's neck again. Hypno gets dangerously close to cutting Leo's neck, but Mikey uses his chains to wrap around Hypno and pull him away just before he can. A small drop of blood falls from a tiny cut on Leo's neck.

Raph walks up to Leo again and is very quick to take off the mask this time. The mask seems to almost be latched onto Leo, and it takes Raph a few tries to take it off. Once he does, Leo blinks a few times before letting out a chirp and promptly passing out. Raph obviously catches him, but he lets out a hiss as he catches Leo thanks to the massive cut on his arm. 

"GUYS!! I GOT LEO! LET'S FREAKING GO ALREADY!" Raph yells to the others as he picks Leo up in a bridal carry and starts running to the exit. Donnie and Mikey instantly stop fighting Hypno and run after Raph. Hypno tries to chase after them but quickly loses sight of them almost the instant he steps outside. "Curse you, turtles!! I never got to do my disappearing act!"

Leo wakes up to the glorious sounds of the medbay and a killer headache.

He's lying in one of the beds, with Raph sitting on the foot of the bed. Donnie is patching up Raph's arm while basically scolding him for being so reckless to allow himself to get such a bad injury. It's pretty funny to see since Raph is usually the one lecturing Donnie. 

Leo lets out both a curious and pained chirp and moves to cover his eyes with his hand. Gosh, were the medbay lights always this bright...? 

Donnie sees how distressed Leo is with the lights, and he pauses his scolding with Raph to dim the lights. The lights dim, and Leo takes his hand off of his face. Leo looks at the faces of his family and smiles. Mikey gives him the widest smile Leo's ever seen on his baby brother's face, and Leo gives him a happy chirp. 

Raph leans over and pats Leo's leg. "How're you doing, little brother?" Leo shrugs his shoulders and points to his head, putting a grimace on his face. "Ah, a headache. Yeah, that's not too surprising." Leo gives him a curious chirp, and Raph waves his hands. "No, no. You rest first, and then we'll talk about what happened. You can't even speak properly right now."

Leo huffs and slinks down under his blankets some more. Leo notices Donnie standing off in the corner, seemingly feeling too nervous that he'll hurt Leo somehow. Leo takes his arms out from under the blankets and reaches them out to Donnie, asking him for a hug. Donnie seems hesitant at first, but seeing how much Leo wants a hug, he walks over to him and engulfs Leo in a hug.

Leo chirps happily several times, and Mikey and Raph join in the hug too.

The hug ends with all four of them falling asleep in a turtle pile. 

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[emmawithtwoms]

The history of magic classroom

@wolfstarmicrofic day 9, 988 words

The history of magic classroom has always been, in Sirius’ eyes (and all of Hogwarts’ really), the best place to take undisturbed naps. Professor Binn’s voice always acted as white noise for the tired students, and the extremely boring class was always taught in the early mornings, lulling all of the pupils, who still hadn’t managed to rub the sleep out of their eyes, back into the dream’s realms. 

Well, all of the students, except for one. 

Remus Lupin was, quite possibly, the only boy in all of Hogwarts to not only manage to stay awake during Binn’s lessons, but to actually enjoy them, taking notes and gladly sharing them with the rest of the class, also helping younger students revising and giving many free (and actually interesting) lessons for whoever was in need. Not even Lily Evans, classified swot, could bring herself to enjoy that class, but to Remus, it was one of the most interesting lesson in Hogwarts, managing to stay top of his class every year. 

That’s why that particular Tuesday morning was exceptionally grimm for poor Remus. You see, not only January’s full moon came on a Saturday night, not only it came the night of his anniversary with his incredible, stunning and fabulous boyfriend (his words, although Remus totally agreed), making him too weak to properly celebrate (with a date and very through snogging session, in his mind), but the moon was also a bad one, leaving him bedridden for the following couple of days, impeding him from participating to his favourite classroom. 

Therefore, the pout on his lips and his grumbling while alone in the infirmary were totally understandable, even if not shared by his friends. And that’s how Sirius found him at the end of the school day: reading a (very boring, in Sirius’ opinion) book about the goblin revolution that they were studying in class, with a very prominent crease on his eyebrows given by his frown (Sirius believed that the frown hadn’t left his brows sinvìce that morning, when mrs. Pomfrey forbid him to leave the infirmary). 

“Moonyyy, you know you shouldn’t frown, it will give you wrinkles.”

Sirius proceeded to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead with his thumb, followed by his lips. He clearly saw all of Remus’s tension leave his body, making him melt against his boyfriend’s affections. 

“Hey pads, how was the school day?”

Sirius took his hand and started playing with his fingers, as he often did when talking to him. 

“It was fine, I managed to charm Snivellus’ chair so that he got stuck to it during Charms, and Mulciber got detention for causing an explosion during potions, it was brilliant”

“And I guess you had nothing to with the sudden blowing of his cauldron”

“Actually, my dearest Moony, I did not, even if I wished it was my doing. No, I think this time it was Evans and the girls, getting revenge after hearing that prick bad mouthing some muggleborns. You know, those girl can actually be pretty scary, when they put their minds into it”

“Oh yeah, tell me about it, we just gotta be thankful that they decided to be our friends, otherwise we would be screwed.”

“And all thanks to you, my Moonage daydream, you charmed our way into their hearts, opening the door for us to sweep through and settle into their lives”

“Huh, seems like I’m quite the charmer then, is that what I did with you? ”

“Don’t be ridiculous, my bright Natural Satellite. Nope, you stole my heart right away and never gave it back, you little thief.”

“Well, lucky me, now I have the most precious treasure in the world in my hands, and I don’t really plan of giving it back”

At that he squeezed Sirius’ hand, looking at him and blushing, like the romantic sap he is. 

“Oh Moony, my Moony, all those books really taught how to enchant me with your words, did they?” 

Remus couldn’t answer, because he was swept in a kiss by Sirius, and well, let’s just say that when Sirius Black kisses and holds you like you’re the most important thing in the world, there is not much else that your brain can concentrate on, for Remus, it was just SirusSiriusSiriusSiriusSirius. 

But then Sirius suddenly broke the kiss, (quite rudely, if you ask Remus). 

“Oh, I almost forgot, I’m meant to give you something!”

And he started rustling in his bag, looking for said something 

“There!”

Sirius handed Remus a little pile of parchment, that was neatly stored in his bag

“What is this, love?”

And he started scanning them, ignoring the puddle that Sirius became hearing the pet name. 

“It’s just today’s note, I wouldn’t want my favourite swot to lose his precious class time”

And there, in Remus’ hand, neatly written with a perfect posh cursive, were the notes for the whole day, not only of the subjects that Sirius actually enjoyed, like Charms, but also of...

“You didn’t!!! You actually stayed awake during History of Magic to take notes for me???” 

The notes were neatly written, clearly taken with the only purpose to be gifted to Remus, seeing the amount of messages, hearts, “I love you”s, and doodles that Sirius left in the margins for him. 

Now, this might not seem like a big deal for many, but to Remus, the fact that Sirius not only stayed awake during a class that he hated, but actually put in the effort taking notes just to gift them to Remus, without even using them for himself, was the most heartwarming gift he could have gotten post moon. 

“Oh, you beautiful, beautiful man, how did I manage to deserve something so special like you?”

“It’s quite simple, my stunning Night Howler: you were trapped by my insanely good looks, my charm, my flashing grin, my amazing personality,  my ass…” 

“Sirius”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me”

And kiss him he did. 

[eiks1997]

It's My Birthday! 🎉

So I thought this would be the perfect time to do a drawing challenge that says a lot more about me! I found this one about favourite characters, which I thought would be perfect! This was honestly so much fun to do! Who doesn't like to draw their favourite characters? It also allowed me to practice. I was worried that apart from the colours, my faces were starting to look all alike, so this was a good practice to try and draw each character differently. I'm so happy with this! 🥰

Unfortunately I couldn't find who created this challenge, so if anyone knows who to give credit to please let me know!

Give it a try yourselves! Its great drawing practice! Also, I'd love to see which characters fit in your boxes! 🤗

Want to hear my reasoning? Have a read! 👇

😍Current Favourite: Twilight Link. Zelda TP has always been a favourite of mine; but recently I've been reading the Linked universe comic created by @linkeduniverse , and it's only made me love him even more! If you haven't read it please do, it's a wonderful series! Currently been reading and loving each moment. So Twilight here fits the bill!

❤️‍🩹Comfort Character: Ichigo Kurosaki. I tend to always go back to Bleach when I'm feeling a little low and need comforting, it only makes sense Ichigo is this character! I think I've drawn Ichigo the most and I've definitely read the most about Ichigo. I will always go back to Ichigo, I've literally grown up with Bleach. So Ichigo can only be my comfort go to!

🎨By Design: Loki Odinson. Honestly there where so many people who could fit this character. But if I look back , when I first watch Loki in Avengers it honestly stood out so much to me. Tom Hiddleson managed to held himself in a perfect manner that made him my favourite charter in the @marvel Universe. And so, for his incredible style and swag, Loki must be my favourite designed character.

📖By Plot: Caleb Widogast. Deciding a character simply based on plot was hard. With how many stories our there, how can you pick favourite? Then I realised, it could only be Caleb. Not only does his story have it all, angst, love, triumph; his story was also basically created as the campaign went along! Watching @criticalrole C2 was fabulous and Liam O Brien just got it right. Caleb's story is the best plot out there!

🥂Guilty Pleasure: Darkiplier. I don't like to say 'Guilty' but still Dark kind of fits this category. Considering how much little official content there is around Dark, I basically claw at any I can get! Even if Mark mentions anything about Dark, my ears perk up! @markiplier does a very good job at acting and creating such a good story. I've watched WKM, DWM, Damien, Space and any other Dark related content so many times. This must be why Dark is my Guilty Pleasure!

👑All Time Favourite: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. And finally, the Favourite! How can anyone not love this man? When Grimmjow was first introduced, I remember thinking that yes. This will be my favourite. He's clearly an ass, and I can see why people wouldn't like him, but not for me! It is literally mind blowing to me seeing how when we first saw him in 2005, and now in 2024 he has returned in a new animation. It's all I could ask for! (As of this moment, Grimmjow is my Icon because I love him so much.) He could be the only one who is my favourite character!

But that's all for this one! If you like my art and want to see more stick around! 😊

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!

Creation of these characters goes to the respected authors, sending all my love! ❤

Program used: Clip Studio Paint

Date: 2024

Find me on Instagram:  #EIKS1997

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[writeawaythepain]

Oblivious

Tango Tek x (gn!reader)

Anybody else really miss watching Tango’s videos when he left? 

Word count: 2.4 k

Prompts:

“I would be nervous too in your shoes. But you’d be telling me that I got this, so I’m telling you: You got this.”

Doing each other's hair.

Summary:

You convince Tango to finally take a break from his new big redstone project by inviting him over for a sleepover. You start to wonder if it was even a good idea, as your normal teasing back-and-forth banter starts to hit a little too close to home when you realize your crush for the redstoner was just getting worse…

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“I would be nervous too, in your shoes,” I try to reassure him with a smile. “ But you’d be telling me that I got this, so I’m telling you: You got this.” You look directly into his fiery red eyes.

“….Aaaa- you’re just making me more stressed!!” Tango yells out dipping the nail polish brush back into the bottle. “Why am I even so stressed?!” 

“Cause I made your nails fabulous, and if you mess mine up I’ll never forgive you.” You answer simply, trying and failing to suppress a smile.

“You did do my nails fabulously, you did…but I think I’m actually going to go for a more abstract look-'' He flashes you a mischievous smile as he slowly lowers the brush closer to your finger, and nowhere near where your actual nail was. You instantly pull away, gasping in mock offense.

“Don’t you dare-“ You start.

“Wha -at, do you not trust me?!” He says snickering. You eye him suspiciously.

”Not when you say things like that!”

Your plan for making sure Tango took a break from his new big project was going well so far. Sure you felt a little childish when bringing up the idea of a sleepover, but Tango’s enthusiasm dashed most of your concerns instantly…Most, that is, except for your growing concern that you may love your friend in more ways than just platonic….

You usually always push those feelings to the back burner, not wanting to ruin the thing you two already had going, but seeing the way he stuck out his tongue in concentration while still managing to get polish all over your finger wasn’t helping. ”How are you so bad at this?“ You tease, smiling.

”I- you shush! I’m trying, ok! You keep squirming-“ He says trying to readjust his positioning by grabbing and tilting your hand slightly.

”I’m not squirming! I’m laughing. At you.” You say still giggling. He huffs, and eventually decides that his technique wasn’t working, and decides to try a new one. He gets up from his cross-legged position on the floor, pulling his knees up and toward himself to form a resting place for your wrist. His grip on your hand tightens a little as he yanks you closer.

”Just shut up and come here-” The rest of your body follows your hand, and you scooch closer to him, shutting up. Tango doesn’t even seem to notice your close proximity, too focused on trying to paint your nails neatly. After a few more beats of flustered (on your part) silence, he looks up beaming. “There, first hand done!” 

You blink, your brain still catching up, before you inspect his work. The first finger he did was quite bad- unevenly painted and there was some color accidentally splotched onto your skin. But each nail got progressively better, and all in all… “Well- I’ve had worse. And I like the color!” He’d picked a bright red for you, a shade that reminded you of his bright eyes. You picked your favorite color for his nails, and you now wonder if he did the same.

”Ok- ok! See- I’m learning!” He says before holding out his hand again, “other one?”

You give him your other hand, and are forced to look at his adorably concentrated face again as he paints your other nails. You start talking to distract yourself. “So I assume this is your first time ever doing this?”

”Zed’s painted my nails before- but it was with some kinda poison for one of his science-y experiment-o thingies.” If he had been talking about anyone else you might’ve questioned it, but it was Zedaph, so you weren’t really even surprised. “I’ve never painted someone else’s before- no.” He responds not looking up, still entirely focused.

”Really, I couldn’t tell?” You say sarcasm dripping from your voice as you smile. He looks up at you for a second just to roll his eyes.

“I thought I told you to shush-“ He says, almost scolding if it wasn’t for the smile on his face. He rolls his shoulders, and it seems like being hunched over in concentration was starting to make him sore, so he instead leans back a little, pulling you even closer, and holds your forearm between his knees. Ok- this was getting ridiculous, there was no way your face wasn’t getting a bit red now. 

“Do you want me to just detach my hand and give it to you?” You laugh trying to keep your composure.

”No- “ He laughs, seemingly oblivious to your suffering. “-I like you just as you are, all in one piece thanks.” You chuckle, looking anywhere but directly at him until he finally finishes, and releases your hand. ”Done! Now don’t you look absolutely fanta-bulous! The color really suits you-“ He cheers, sending you a wink that makes you wonder if he was doing this on purpose.

The second hand looks even better than the first, and if you were being honest, it really warmed your heart that he tried so hard. “It does look great, the red makes me feel like a model.” You pose in a silly vogue showing off your nails as if in a commercial, and it succeeds in making Tango laugh. He tries a pose of his own, showing off his nails in front of his face and pursing his lips. He looks at you, and winks. You burst out laughing, and he joins in as you both have goofy smiles on your face. When your laughing finally calms down, Tango looks up at you.

”So, what else do you usually do at sleepovers?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

”Well…me and my friends would sometimes play truth or dare, or do each other's hair-“ Tango’s eyes light up.

“Why not both! Though, I don’t think there’s much you can do with this mop on my head-“ He responds pointing at his spikey blonde hair, “I kinda just have to let it do what it wants.”

You squint at it, sizing up his hairdo like it was a challenge. “I think I can figure something out…”

”Go ahead! Be my guest.” He says sitting up and taking off the goggles he had on. 

You get up to grab some supplies from the bathroom, before returning and kneeling down behind him, trying to find a longer chunk of hair that you can work with. Satisfied with finding a section near his pointy ears, you start braiding. “Right, you go first. Truth or dare?”

”Well, I can’t really move- so truth? I did not think this through, huh?” He chuckles, and you pull on his hair slightly to keep him still.

”Stop moving!” You say, laughing as well. You think for a second, trying to come up with a good question. “Ok…When you first met me, what was your first impression of me?”

Tango smiles, and flushes slightly as he thinks back on the moment, remembering it fondly. You're too focused to notice. “Well- If I’m being a hundred percent honest. I just thought you looked really cool! But in kinda a like- a slightly intimidating way, you know?” You spare him an odd look.

”Really?” You ask, finishing up the first little braid before gently tilting his head the other way to do the same thing on the other side.

”Yea! Then, I got to know you and realized you're just a big ole softy!” He says chuckling. You roll your eyes and shake your head, but you don’t stop the small smile that spreads across your face.

”Yea, yea, whatever.” You chuckle, focusing back on his hair.

”Your turn now, truth or dare?” Tango asks.

“Truth, I’m still trying to finish this braid-“ He takes a moment to respond, giving you just enough time to finish the second braid, so you tie it to the end of the first one, forming a sort of halo around the back of his head.

”What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?” He asks. One instantly pops to mind, but you shake your head, dismissing it instantly.

”Actually, nevermind, I'm finished. I switch to my choice to dare.” Tango turns around to face you, almost pouting.

”Wha- You can’t do that!”

”Yes I can, and look!” You pull out a hand mirror you brought and show him what you’ve done to his hair, his frown instantly turns into an excited smile.

”Woah- it’s so cute!” He says, turning his head a little to inspect the braids, grinning. 

”You are! And your hair looks nice too.” You say shooting him wink, he laughs but you swear you saw his face get a little pink. He looks off to the side like he’s thinking, and then turns back to you with a toothy smirk.

”Alright, I thought of a dare. Give me your absolutely worst pick up line. Just- the most cheesy, corny, awful pick up line ever.” Your eyebrow raises a little at his request, and you take a moment to think.

”Worst pick up line huh…? That’s hard cause we both know how amazing I am at flirting.” You say sarcastically, just buying yourself some time to think of something clever.

Tango laughs, “Yep, uh huh. Totally. You're like, the flirting master.” He teases back.

Finally a really stupid one comes to mind, “Tango, are you a campfire? Because you’re hot and I totally want s’more-“ You say, barely able to get it out without laughing.

Tango stares at you blankly for a moment, before his face reddens and he bursts out laughing. “That- that’s actually terrible.”

“Hey you asked! I’m starting to think you just like the idea of me flirting with you.” You joke, turning your back to him so he could do your hair. Instead, he decides to lean forward and whisper directly into your ear.

“Maybe I do~” He pulls back and starts laughing, but you're frozen. Your face feels flushed and you try to calm your racing heart. You keep reminding yourself that it was all just a joke, that you needed to calm down or you’d risk making it weird. “Aw, too much?” He asks.

“I- just-” You stutter.

“Well too bad, it’s my payback for you not letting me work on my redstone stuff.” He says gently running his hands through your hair and…you were just now realizing how bad of an idea this all was. You were supposed to be getting over your feelings for the hot tempered blaze, but instead you’ve found yourself falling for him even more.

“Yea well, that’s what I get for being a good friend I guess.” You chuckle, but it comes out a bit strained. 

“Friends? Is that all we are?” Tango asks slightly…disappointed?

“Alright Tango enough with the jokes, you keep doing that I might actually fall for you.” You try to keep up your chipper and teasing tone, but your voice wavered towards the end.

Tango stops playing with your hair, and moves in front of you again. He seems nervous, and looks down at his hands a lot. You don’t dare hope, you don’t let yourself think anything, too scared to lose the friendship that you two had, no matter how much you cared for him.

“Maybe…uhh…maybe I might’ve actually been the one, that has done the falling…for…you.” He ends it with a dry chuckle, wringing his hands and struggling to keep eye contact. When you don’t respond right away, he finally looks at you. You search his eyes, searching for any sign that this was all some sort of weird bit.

“Are- are you being for real…or…” You finally ask, still not sure.

“Uh…yea? I mean…I thought I was making it obvious and all but I guess...” For some reason you feel tears well up in your eyes. “...Ah! Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” You interrupt him, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes.

“No! No it’s fine I’m just- I’m glad! I promise!” You reassure him, a huge smile spreading across your lips. His eyes are still wide with concern, and slight confusion.

“Wait so- I’m confused. Do you also…?” You bob your head up and down, laughing a bit as you try to regain your composure after the roller coaster of emotions that had been the past few minutes.

“Yes, Tango. Obviously, I’ve fallen for you too.” You finally respond, he grins and grabs both your hands in his.

“Well, obviously- neither of us are really good at reading the obvious-” He snickers, gently stroking your hand with his thumb. 

You giggle, “Wow, and now someone has spilled about their crush, we’ve checked, like, all the sleepover boxes but-”

“-but sleeping?” Tango asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“No? No one sleeps at sleepovers, come on dude-” You respond and he laughs, “the only thing we haven’t done is watch a movie!”

“Hey well I’m not complaining. As long as I get to do your hair first, since it was um- interrupted.” He smiles, blushing slightly.

“Why not both!” You say mirroring his tone from earlier.

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This time when he runs his fingers through your hair, you allow yourself to melt into his touch. You're seated on the ground, while Tango sits on the couch. You're situated between both his legs, as he tries, undos, and retries to braid your hair. You realize you don’t really mind if he ever gets it right, you're just glad to finally relax with the knowledge that he loved being near you just as much as you loved being near him.

”Ok…I’m done…I think?” You hear Tango’s voice from behind you. You haven’t really been paying attention to the movie much, instead just enjoying the redstoner's company, so you lean over and grab the hand mirror.

”Aww, I love it.” You giggle a little,  “But…maybe don’t quit your day job, hot stuff.” You tilt your head up to see his reaction, and he just rolls his eyes and snickers before leaning down and closer to your face.

”Is it good enough to get a little somethin’ at least? For trying?” He smirks, leaning just a little closer. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you smile and sit up, turning slightly, before gently grabbing his collar, and meeting him in the middle. And you swear, when his lips hit yours, you feel fireworks.

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