#bret plush …

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I'm gonna show Pomni some Hart Dungeon Type Shit

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recent wwf guy scribbles 🫶 I love them so much

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I break out laughing for several minutes from time to time whenever I remember the bunch of stuffed people they had in the German musical

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Okay this is random but I work at a daycare and this little boy who’s about two years old looks exactly like his dad and their eyes are just so blue and distinctive but he has his mom’s hair and I was just wondering if you could write something like that with Eddie x reader, I just think it would be so cute to see their little mini me ! I love your work so sos much no pressure if you don’t want to of course:) 

Eddie as a father? If only I had some experience writing that 😜 I hope you enjoy your and Eddie’s little mini me!

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“Can you believe it?”

“No. I mean, it’s been two years and no.”

Max and Dustin sit on the floor of your living room, watching your son rummage through the toy box on the other side of the deep brown coffee table until he finds something suitable to play with his babysitters.

Bret settles on his Fisher Price Rescue Hero action figures and tries to collect as many of them in his tiny arms as he can. A few curly strands of hair fall into his eyes which he shakes out of the way as well as he can manage in this position. Satisfied with the haul he’s gathered, he lugs himself out of the toy box and toddles back over to his favorite aunt and uncle. At least that’s what Max and Dustin tell themselves. 

“He’s like their clone,” Max speaks softly as Bret sits down and spreads the toys around his small body to get a better look. “Dad’s hair curls. Mom’s hair color.”

“Dad’s eye color, Mom’s skin tone. Jesus, I’d swear Eddie grew him in a lab if he knew the first thing about science.”

“Technically, Bret is here because of biology,” Max teases as the two-year-old in question hands the redhead a construction worker action figure.

“The one aspect of science Eddie’s willing to experiment with time and time again,” Dustin says. 

“Hmm?” the little boy asks Max, having heard her say his name.

“Huh?” Max asks, looking down at the youngest Munson. “Oh. Um, what game are we playing?”

“We playin’ heroes!” Bret announces, having the firefighting action figure he’s holding fly in an arc over his head. 

“Are they superheroes?” Dustin asks. He lays flat on his stomach to be more on an equal level with the toddler. Action figures of every occupation are spread out in front of him on the plush navy blue carpet. 

“Not all,” Bret says with a shrug, which is the spitting image of one of your usual quirks. 

“Which one do you want to be?” Max asks. 

Bret’s eyes scan the variety of toys laid out around him, his small tongue peeking out from between his lips as he thinks about it. Max can’t help but chuckle at the familiar image in front of her, just on a smaller scale. 

“I don’t know!” Bret pouts, his lower lip jutting out. He slumps down on the carpet, his head coming to rest on his Uncle Dusty’s shoulder. 

“Aw, come on, Mini Munson.” Dustin rolls onto his back and lifts Bret over his head. The two-year-old giggles wildly and starts to kick his feet as if he’s trying to swim away. The laughter is so loud and piercing that none of the three hear the front door opening.

“Careful,” Eddie says as he walks into the room, you trailing just behind him. “He had a few waffles for breakfast, and I don’t want to see them come back up over Uncle Dusty’s face.”

Bret giggles—slightly evilly—as if this would be hilarious.

You set your purse down and slip your shoes off, throwing Max a smile.

“How was the troublemaker?”

“The usual amount of trouble,” she tells you.

“So, nowhere near as much as his father. Got it.” 

Your husband walks towards Dustin, ready to scoop your son up out of his grip, but the little boy squeals and dodges his hands.

“Hey,” Eddie pouts, which only makes Bret giggle. “Bret Michael Munson. Are you trying to escape your old man?”

“Yeah!” he replies cheerfully, making Dustin laugh. 

Eddie softly kicks his best friend’s shoulder with his socked foot. 

Across the room, Max accepts the glass of water you hand her.

“How was your afternoon date?” she asks.

“It was fun. The weather’s really nice and I beat Eddie by three points because he couldn’t hit his ball through the little windmill,” you say with a giggle.

“You’re definitely going to have to be the one to teach Bret to play mini golf,” Max says. 

The two of you look over to your son, where he seems to be the object of a game of keep away between Eddie and Dustin. Bret giggles wildly, his face scrunching up in a way that makes the tip of his nose wiggle.

“It’s so crazy how much he looks like you when he scrunches his face like that,” Max says, shaking her head in amazement. 

Bret must’ve caught his aunt’s words because he looks over at the two of you, a tiny furrow between his brows.

“But Mommy’s a girl!” he protests. 

You blow him a kiss and he’s quickly sucked back into whatever game he’s playing with the guys. 

Once Bret is tuckered out from the roughhousing, he plops down on Dustin’s chest and Eddie makes his way over to you. He catches wind of your and Max’s conversation of how your son looks just like the two of you. When Max slips away to grab her things, Eddie places his hands on your hips from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Wanna make another one and see if they look more like you or me?”

Just the thought sends a pleasant tingle down your spine.

“You’re on, Munson. Meet me in our room. Nap time.”

“Bret’s or mine?”

A snort of laughter bursts out of you, causing Eddie to smile and only hold onto you tighter. 

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Bodyguard!Kevin x Male Escort!Shawn 

₊˚ʚ Summary: Diesel understood that Shawn had some kinky clients, but he’d never seen Shawn so battered after a session. AO3

₊˚ʚ a/n: sooo these two have been stuck on my mind. this is the aftermath of shawn’s night with bret mentioned in this post. TW for mentioned/implied noncon

Shawn became a shell of himself, too numb to register the hot bath water stinging against his skin. He wanted nothing more than to shed his outer layer like a reptile in the barren desert, starting anew with skin that had yet to be corrupted by the hands of others. But the water would never be hot enough to wash away the pain, the discomfort, and the embarrassment of what happened to him that night.  

Shawn was silent, had been ever since Diesel found him discarded on the floor of his hotel room. But his mind continued to race with questions: How had things gone so wrong? Why couldn't he handle himself? Why did Diesel, yet again, have to put him back together like a broken toy? 

The answer was simple – because that's all he ever would be. A filthy sex toy, patched together with flimsy duct tape that would hold only until he was misused again. 

Diesel sat perched on the edge of the tub, lightly dabbing a soapy rag across Shawn’s abused chest. He glanced at Shawn to check that he wasn’t hurting him, but was met with empty eyes, any remnants of the man’s usual sparkle long gone. An uneasy pit set into Diesel's stomach as he remembered the wreck of a man he found lying on the floor like a dying carcass. 

Shawn had been inconsolable - thrashing at Diesel’s touch, begging him to stop, pleading that he would be a ‘good boy.’ He seemed to be having a severe sub drop, and it took a moment of Diesel holding him, of Shawn recognizing the familiar scent of his cologne, for the blond to come out of it. The session was over. Diesel was there. Diesel meant safety. Diesel meant protection. Diesel would never let anyone hurt him.  

It was when the bodyguard took a good look at Shawn that he realized it was more than just bdsm gone wrong.  

Shawn’s tear-stained cheeks were reddened from being slapped too hard. Bruises darkened around his neck from where he’d been choked. Light cuts grazed his wrists from where handcuffs had dug into his skin. A patch of hair had been ripped out of his scalp, evidenced by the loose blond strands on the floor. Most alarming had been the bloodied scratches and raised welts scattered across Shawn’s body as if he’d been whipped.  

Diesel understood that Shawn had some kinky clients, but he’d never seen him so battered after a session. It was now starting to make sense why Bret darted out of the room at the speed of light. 

There was no doubt that Shawn would be out of commission for at least a few weeks. The guilt ate at Diesel knowing it was all his fault. He’d had one job – keep Shawn safe – and he failed. 

After getting out of the tub and drying off, Shawn threw on a plush robe, not having the energy to put on clothes. He just wanted to sleep, to pretend like the night never happened. Because pretending was easy. It was the only way he knew how to cope. Thinking meant he had to acknowledge that there was a problem. He'd rather be oblivious. 

But shutting off his brain was no easy feat when he sat on the bed looking around the room and recalling the nightmare he’d endured. He backed himself against the headboard, hugging his knees tightly as if to protect himself from the outside world.  

Diesel approached slowly, cautiously sitting beside Shawn on the edge of the bed before reaching for the blond’s robe. He stopped abruptly when Shawn tensed up, and the sinking pit in Diesel’s stomach sank even lower. 

He let out a breath, saying with a gentle tone, “You need to put this on.” He motioned over to the ointment sitting on the nightstand.  

There was a slight moment of hesitation that Shawn didn't want to admit. He unwrapped his arms from his legs, reminding himself that this was Diesel. Diesel would never hurt him.  

He allowed Diesel to loosen the knot on his robe, slipping it down his shoulders until it pooled at his waist. Shawn followed every movement as Diesel’s hands roamed his body. Except this time, it wasn’t out of lust, but out of necessity to clean up the mess that Bret had left behind.  

Shawn had never felt more inferior, like a child that was too incompetent to take care of himself. Being tended to by Diesel was nothing new, but this time it felt different. Like a punishment. A consequence of his actions. It made Shawn want to bury his head in the sand and pretend like he didn't exist. 

Diesel tugged Shawn’s robe back on when he was finished, tying a tight knot to make Shawn feel more secure. There was a lull, the hum of the air conditioner being the only sound in the room. That was until it shut off, leaving them in an echo of silence. 

Shawn shifted uncomfortably, feeling Diesel’s eyes on him. He looked up to see his bodyguard eying his hairline with a conflicted expression. Shawn cleared his throat, saying roughly, “It��ll grow back.”  

It came out nonchalantly, Shawn hoping his indifference would put Diesel at ease. But his bodyguard was left with more questions. “What happened?” 

Shawn had been avoiding answering that question all night, so the silence that followed was expected, albeit disappointing. 

Diesel exhaled. “I’m not going to force you to tell me. But can I ask you something?” He waited for Shawn to look at him with those foggy blue eyes. “Whatever happened...did you consent?” 

Consent. The word hung heavy between them. It was a conversation they should've had a long time ago, but Shawn had never been too eager to initiate.  

Shawn looked elsewhere, avoiding Diesel’s intense gaze. “I didn’t say no.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

Shawn closed his eyes with a defeated sigh. “I-I don’t know, ok? I mean, I don’t think he did anything wrong. I just...I thought I could handle it. I always can with Bret, but tonight...tonight was different.”  

“Different how?” 

Shawn’s voice caught in his throat, shaking his head as if to deny himself the memory. “He wouldn’t stop. I just need a break, a minute and I would’ve been fine. But...he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He-” Shawn's voice cracked, head dropping in his hands as he repeated, “He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t fucking stop.” 

Tears he’d been fighting all night had won the battle and a wave of emotions hit Shawn like a punch to the gut. His chest grew tighter, heart racing as his eyes darted in no real direction. Each breath he took felt like razors cutting his throat. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep himself grounded, but he quickly spiraled when his fingers brushed against the thin patch on his scalp. 

It was all too much, too real, and the more he thought about it, the more overwhelmed he became. 

Diesel pulled Shawn into his arms as soon as he realized what was happening. “Shawn. Hey, it’s ok.” He buried Shawn’s head into his chest, engulfing him in warmth as he whispered, “Breathe, Shawn. Breathe. Follow my breaths, ok? Slower.” 

“I-I can’t-” 

“Shh, you can, ok? Just keep breathing. In and out. There you go. Everything’s fine, ok? He’s not coming back. You’re safe now. Focus on me. Focus on the sound of my heart.” 

Shawn tightened his hands on Diesel’s shirt, gripping for dear life as he listened to Diesel’s heart pounding through his chest. What felt like hours was just mere minutes as Shawn’s breath evened out. The tight feeling in his chest slowly lifted as he calmed down. 

With a shaky voice, Shawn said, “Shit. Sorry-” 

“Don’t be. That’s what I'm here for.” 

Shawn let out a long sigh, his whiplash of emotions weighing him down. “No, you’re here to be my bodyguard. Not my babysitter.” 

“I’m here to protect you, even if it’s from yourself. Though I haven’t done a good job of it lately.” 

Shawn pulled himself from Diesel’s chest with a frown. With as stern of a voice he could muster, he said, “Hey. You’re a damn good bodyguard, ok? I wouldn’t want anyone else in my corner besides you.” 

Diesel had a hard time believing that. How could he when Shawn looked the way he did? It’s a wonder why Shawn hadn’t fired him by now. But with the state of mind Shawn was in, Diesel decided to leave it alone. 

He placed a light hand on Shawn’s bruised cheek, softly wiping at a tear that was stuck on his bottom lash. He felt a faint pang in his chest as he looked into Shawn’s misty eyes. Even like this, Shawn was one of the most beautiful men he’d laid eyes on. He couldn’t understand why someone would treat him so badly. 

“Why didn’t you come get me, Shawn? Why? You could’ve called out for me, shouted my name. Anything to stop this from happening to you.” 

Shawn looked down at his fidgeting hands, too ashamed to look Diesel in the eyes. “The money-” 

“Fuck the money. Look at you.” His voice raised out of frustration. Shawn’s reasoning didn't make up for the danger he put himself in. “If you need money this badly, I’ll take care of you myself. This shit isn't worth it.” 

It’s moments like this where the line between friends/boss/employee became even thinner. 

Shawn kept his head down, swallowing the lump in his throat. This was what he’d been afraid of – logic. He knew Diesel would break down his argument as soon as he heard his reasoning, and Shawn was too exhausted to fight back.  

“You’re right,” came Shawn’s meek voice. “I’m sorry.” 

Diesel instantly softened. He lifted Shawn’s head to see his face. “I’m not trying to lecture you.” 

“I know. But still, you’re right. Just...please don’t be mad at me.” Shawn had already put Diesel through more than any bodyguard should have to deal with. He was honestly surprised the man hadn’t quit by now. It was a thought that scared Shawn more than anything. 

Diesel gently guided Shawn back into his chest, the blond closing his eyes and melting into the familiar safety of his arms. “I’m not mad at you, ok? Just pissed at myself that shit got this far. We need to make some changes, Shawn. This can’t happen again.”  

“It won’t. I promise.” 

“I’m going to need more than a promise. We need safe words. Clients don’t get to do whatever the hell they want with you just because they’re paying.” 

Shawn took a deep breath, breathing out, “Ok. Safe words. We can work on that tomorrow. I’m too tired to think right now.” 

“And no more locked doors when you’re alone with clients. I need to be able to enter if I feel that something’s off.” 

Shawn slowly opened his eyes, contemplating the thought. A few of his clients wouldn’t be happy about that. “Ok. Anything else?” 

“You’re not seeing him again.” Shawn furrowed his brows as he shot his head up, ready to protest. “I don’t care if I’m overstepping. I’m not letting him get the chance to do this again.” 

Shawn wanted to push, to remind Diesel how much money they’d be losing by cutting business with Bret. But he held his tongue at seeing Diesel’s tense expression. He’d worried the man enough tonight. 

“Alright. Fine. No more Bret. He’s gonna be pissed, though. Probably want his shit back.” Bret may have been cold, but he’d been nice enough to gift Shawn a few things over the year they’d seen each other. Shawn had no doubt Bret's bitter ass would hold that over his head. 

“I’ll handle it.” 

“But what if he pops up? He knows where I stay.” A rookie mistake Shawn learned to never let happen again. 

“Then he’ll deal with me. I’ll camp out at your place if I have to.” Diesel raised his sleeve to show off his bicep. “These muscles aren't just for show, you know.” 

Shawn’s smile was faint, but it was still a smile, nonetheless. “My hero. I don't know what I’d do without you, big guy.” 

There was a warmth that spread through Diesel’s chest. Feeling needed by Shawn – a man who could have anyone he wanted, who surrounded himself by men with money and status far surpassing Diesel – awakened an emotion in him that he couldn’t articulate. 

Before he could think too much on it, Shawn said, “I know I’m damaged goods now, but...do you think I’m still pretty?” 

Shawn tried to play it off as a joke, but Diesel knew how much Shawn’s appearance meant to him. It was not only how he made his money, but it was the only thing Shawn thought he had going for himself. 

“You will always be pretty to me.” 

Shawn didn’t even bother to hide his blush. He trusted Diesel to not lie to him, which led Shawn to ask, “Did you mean what you said earlier? If all of this came to an end, you’d really take care of me?” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Diesel answered, “Of course. No questions asked.” It’d probably be a downgrade in lifestyle for him since Diesel couldn’t provide as much as Shawn’s rich clients, but at least he’d be safe. Safe and happy. 

“Good to know.” Shawn smiled, this one bigger than the last. “Thanks, Kev-” 

“Diesel.” 

“Whatever.” 

Diesel held Shawn closely that night as he listened to him doze off in slumber. He looked down at the blond, wondering if he’d ever learn the full story of what happened with Bret. Shawn didn’t seem ready to tell, and Diesel wasn’t sure if he could stomach hearing it. What he did know was that he couldn't imagine a life without Shawn Michaels, and he’d do anything he needed to protect him. 

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My Penguin

Another fluff piece of mine. This one was pretty cute, I like referencing the pregnancy waddle throughout my stories it was nice to have it rather prominent throughout in this story.

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The mall was buzzing with the weekend crowds: families, teens, and people passing through were all congregating there. Weaving through the sea of stores and jungle that was the crowded food court. The bright lights were reflecting off the polished floors and white walls. The air was polluted with various aromas, the smell of warm food, sugary sweets, and perfumes - made for a melody of activity as you walked through the mall. 

Jason and Bret stood out as an island of calm and joy. Bret was heavily pregnant with twins, walking practically waddling along, slowly savoring each lick of his ice cream cone. As he walked Bret had one hand resting protectively on his round belly, and a serene smile played on his lips. Bret’s outfit was a nice solid black shirt that didn’t quite cover all of his pregnant belly. Part of it poked out from underneath the fabric. Jason walked beside Bret, a tender expression softening his features, seeing his pregnant lover happily enjoying his frozen treat.

Bret got a little ahead of Jason. Hanging back Jason couldn’t help but think how adorable Bret looked as he waddled along. Each step he took had a kind of maternal sway, reminding Jason of a penguin. The thought made him chuckle softly to himself. 

Bret was just continuing to eat his ice cream. Now and again tugging down on his shirt as it slowly moved up. Bret was almost childlike walking around with his ice cream like that.  Bret kept turning slightly to see if Jason was behind him. A cute little smile as he took another lick turning back around. Bret had a wonderfully radiate glow, a bright aura of happiness. 

They were walking along and came by a toy store. Bret paused; peering through the window at the colorful displays. Jason came up behind him. He didn’t say a word to Bret. Seizing the moment Jason leaned in and whispered in Bret’s ear “See anything you like in there?” he asked, his voice warm and affectionate.

Bret’s voice was cheerful “Everything looks so cute in there,” he said to Jason.

“I think these toys are gonna be too big for newborns,” Jason said, reaching Bret’s baby bump from behind.

A soft little moan came out of Bret. “Not for long, Besides they always have baby toys somewhere in there.”

Jason chuckled in Bret’s ear.

Bret took another lick from his ice cream “Gosh I gotta start decorating the nursery before they get here.”

Jason smiled, “We can go in if you want. Maybe pick out a few things for the twins.”

Bret’s eyes lit up. A cute excited squeal as he started to waddle over to the doorway. “Yes, let’s do that!” Bret was waddling with such enthusiasm 

Jason got a little laugh at Bret, his partner’s excitement was very infectious.

Once inside the toy store, they wandered through aisles filled with toys for much older children. Like Bret had said they did have baby toys off in a lone aisle along the wall. It was lined with stuffed animals, colorful mobiles, and soft, pastel-colored toys. Bret moved slowly, his fingers brushing over the toys as he continued to eat his ice cream. Pointing out just about everything he could see, “It's all just so cute,” Bret exclaimed

Jason found himself more entranced by his than anything else in the store. Bret’s eyes sparkled when he picked up a pair of plush teddy bears, he held them close thinking of how adorable these would look in the cribs or on the dresser. Jason notices a little sticker on the teddy bear's foot. Jason squeezed it and a little melody started playing a music box lullaby. It surprised Bret his excited squeal sealed the deal they were going to bed these bears. 

Moving on to another store, this one a clothing store. Bret was already eating his ice cream cone as the couple walked in. The couple was happily greeted by one of the shop attendants. Bret excitedly waved back. Jason walked behind Bret as they came over to a small maternity section. Everything was too flowery for Bret’s liking. 

“I thought you like flowers?” Jason probed curiously

“Not on my clothes,” Bret replied after swallowing the last of his ice cream.

Waddling away Bret caught a few eyes on him. No doubt it was his bump being more and more revealed. Catching himself in one of the mirrors at the end of the stands, Bret pulled down his shirt. As he left and came over to the kid's section, Bret stopped in front of several racks of baby clothes. Jason pulled out a tiny onesie. It looked like one of those tuxedo print tee shirts. Jason smiled as he got Bret’s attention.

“Hey babe,” Jason said, holding the little tuxedo print onesie. 

“Do you think that’s a little tacky?” Bret asked

“Nah,” Jason replied, “I think it works. They can be like little penguins.”

“Aww that’s cute,” Bret said 

Bret waddled over, took the onesie, and placed it on his pregnant belly. Bret was looking down at his bump and the onesie. “Our little penguins,” that’s a cute nickname. Don’t you think?” Bret asked

“Of course, just like you,” Jason said playfully

“Aww, a new cute nickname? I love it!” Bret said with a big bright smile.

Jason planted a tender kiss on the top of Bret’s head. 

“You’re so sweet,” Bret murmured to Jason

As cute as it sounded. Bret wanted to surprise Jason, so he never revealed the twin's genders to him. But it was Jason who assured him it’d be fine. He’d buy them matching shirts and they could have it be their first family photo. Bret couldn’t resist how cute that sounded. And so Jason bought two of the tuxedo print onesies. 

Continuing depth through the mall, Jason kept a close eye on Bret. Bet often was reckless and over-exerted himself. Being pregnant didn’t change any of that. Seeing an open seat, Jason urged Bret to have a seat. “I’m fine, let’s keep going,”

“You sure I can’t interest you in another snack?”

On hearing the word snack, Bret could smell the alluring aroma of the nearby pretzel stand. “Ooh, that smells good!” Bret excitedly waddled over and sat down. “Okay, go. Go. We want pretzels. And extra cheese. ”

Jason returned a few minutes later with two pretzels and an extra cheese dip for his hungry preggo. Bret let out a little sigh, “I told you I needed to get off my feet. My feet are killing me,”

“Yeah, good thing you did,” Jason said back, with a smile.

They sat there and enjoyed their pretzels. Their shopping bags were resting on the table. As soon as he was ready, he groaned, getting out of his seat. Jason was still seated, it was easy enough for him to get back on his feet. “Whoa, what are you doing?” Jason said to Bret

Bret was reaching over. He was ready to carry the bags. “I’m just taking the bags.”

“No, you’re not,” Jason said pulling them away

“Oh come on. They’re not that heavy. I can handle that.” Bret assured Jason

Jason didn’t allow it despite Bret’s protests. Sliding his hand up Bret’s baby bump under his shirt. Bret let out a little whimper feeling Jason’s burly hands glide against his pregnant belly  “You’ve got enough to carry,” Jason said to Bret, “I got it,”

Annoyed but finding the gesture sweet, Bret had to tug down on his shirt again after Jason pushed it up. “Alright, alright,” he replied

Bret quickly swooped up Jason’s free hand making his partner walk with his hand in hand. Jason had no objection. Together they strolled through the mall, stopping occasionally to look through other store windows and the occasional browsing. A restroom break left Jason standing alone waiting for Bret. He spotted a lone-standing vendor with some unique figures of blown glass. He went over spotting something sweet. 

Jason was walking away with a box he placed in with the onesies as Bret came out of the restroom.

“Wanna keep going?” Jason asked

Bret thought about it a little. Shaking his head, “I think I’m good,”

“Alright,” Jason replied “Then let’s get you guys home,”

Slowly the couple retraced their path as they left and got to the car. Bret was breathing heavily, his waddle had a more prominent sway. Jason kept close, loving what he was seeing. Arriving at the car, Jason helped Bret climb in. Jason set everything in the backseat. Jason pulled out the little little box from the onesie bag. 

Climbing into the driver's seat, Jason handed Bret the box. 

“Oh,” Bret sounded surprised, “what’s this?”

“Something I thought you might like,” Jason replied, starting the car. 

Bret opens the box. He pulled out something in bubble wrap, and unraveling it he saw a blown glass figure, a family of four penguins, all huddled together. Bret could feel the tears welling up. “babe,” Bret groaned out sweetly

“What? Don’t you like it?” Jason asked

“I love it,” he wrapped it back up and put it in the box. 

Bret held onto Jason's right arm as they drove away. 

“It’s wonderful Daddy Penguin,” Bret said to him

“Glad you like it my penguin,”

“Am I the cutest penguin?”  Bret brought up curiously

“You're the cutest penguin.” Jason said “For now,”

“For now!” Bret groaned in a brattish annoyance

“Yeah. Don’t you know, the babies are always cuter,” Jason replied with a little chuckle. 

“Then I’ll hold them in so I can stay the cutest,” Bret declared 

Jason was surprised. “Oh really now?” 

“Yes,” Bret replied. Pouting Bret poked at his baby belly. “You hear that, you two.” 

Jason had a good laugh. Playfully Jason said to Bret, “Okay, I guess they’re just gonna keep growing and growing in that belly of yours.”

Bret sat silently for a moment, “on second thought. You two better come out cute,”

Jason erupted in laughter. “You are the cutest penguin.”

Bret blushed. “ of course I am,”

“You’re my penguin,” Jason said squeezing Bret’s hand tightly

Bret had a smile on his face. Like he was talking to his baby bump, “You like that? My little penguins?”

Bret looked back up. His gaze focused forward as they continued to drive down the road. Bret let out a surprised gasp, startling Jason. The twins were moving. “ guess they decided it was playtime,” Bret replied

Jason shook his head, his focus road ahead. Jason had precious cargo with him. The cutest punch of penguins that needed to get home.

[lasoldier]

Clare’s delicate hands felt along the fabric of her organza gown, grasping the hem. The top of her gown was embroidered with diamonds, pearls, and beading. Her detached sleeves were shaped like white flowers, and her long blonde hair fell over her bare shoulders. Releasing the gown, Clare’s blue eyes glanced up from her dress and took in the sight of the grand palace that lay before her. Where was she? Her crystal-heeled shoes clicked on the marble floors as she turned about. She knew she was waiting to meet someone…but who? She turned one way, looking down one hall before turning another way and looking down another. “Serenity…” a familiar voice said behind her. Clare smiled, recognizing the voice, only to be blinded by a white light as she heard another voice.

 

“Grey skies over a setting sea.

Heartbreak sounds like a symphony.

Future memories at the thought of you...

Perfect moments of a desperate youth...

Sunlight burning into the moon.

Just like all of the things you do.

The way you got me,

Yeah, you're in control...

You can hypnotize me.

You hypnotize me.”

 

The song jolted Clare awake. Her alarm clock radio stared at her; its digital numbers showed the time to be 9:45 am.

 

"Oh no..." Clare groaned out loud as she reached for her phone. Notifications of missed calls and text messages covered the bunny ballerina wallpaper.  

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Clare dramatically dropped her phone on the bed. What was that dream? She wondered. Who was Serenity?

 

“You’re listening to Nouvelle Radio Jeune, and we’re playing 10 hits in a row! That was ‘Heart Hypnotic’ by Aurora d’Amour! Coming up next is ‘Timebomb’ by Mimi Starr! Stay tuned in with NRJ! They are 10, they are fresh, they never stop!” the announcer declared enthusiastically, interrupting Clare’s train of thought.

 

Clare reached over to the radio on her nightstand and switched it off. She grabbed her earphone case sitting next to the radio. She took out the white earbuds and slipped them into her ears. She grabbed her phone and sat up in bed as she opened her Spotify, pulling up the ‘Heart Hypnotic’ single by Aurora d’Amour and pressing play.

 

“Grey skies over a setting sea.

Heartbreak sounds like a symphony.

Future memories at the thought of you...

Perfect moments of a desperate youth...

Sunlight burning into the moon.

Just like all of the things you do.

The way you got me,

Yeah, you're in control...

You can hypnotize me.

You hypnotize me.”

 

Clare grabbed her plush bunny and hopped up on the mattress, dancing to the music before doing a half pirouette off the bed, onto the pallet, and onto the wooden floor. Dancing around her bed, Clare went to the dresser next to her bed. She tossed the bunny onto the bed, flung open the drawer, and rummaged frantically through the unfolded clothing. She found a fresh pair of black underwear and slipped them on, followed by a pair of black shorts. She grabbed a matching black camisole, removed her oversized ‘C’est la Vie – 2014 World Tour’ t-shirt, and slid the camisole over her head. She threw on a pair of comfy grey sweats over her shorts. Finally, grabbing a pair of black ankle socks from the dresser, Clare plopped down on her bed and slipped them over her feet.

 

“I don't!

I don't know what this is!

But I know I love it.

Baby, yes I know!

You got my Heart Hypnotic!

Ain't no letting go!”

 

Clare tumbled off the end of her bed onto the wooden floor as she reached under the pallet bed. She pushed aside empty bags of Brets chips, Bonne Maman Madeleines, and Haribo Tagada Strawberry gummies! Cans of Orangina soda rattled and clanged, rolling out from underneath the bed as if they were running away from Clare’s rummaging hand that swept to and fro. “Ah ha,” Clare said excitedly, grasping her black and white dance sneakers. Throwing her head back in triumph, Clare climbed to her feet, shoes in hand, and hopped around her room haphazardly to get her shoes on.

 

“I don't!

I don't know what this is!

But I know I love it.

Baby, yes I know!

You got my Heart Hypnotic!

Ain't no letting go!”

Clare raced to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth as quickly and thoroughly as she could before she wrestled her unkempt blonde hair into a presentable bun. Clare looked at herself, her crystal blue eyes sparkling. She smiled at herself in the mirror and rushed out of the bathroom! Luckily, her duffle had everything she needed for class save for a change of clothes. A quick rummage of her dresser again gave her an ensemble consisting of denim jeans and a rabbit sweatshirt combo that would work in a pinch!

 

“Dark nights under the setting sun.

Bright lights, come we're the only one.

I've got this vision.

How it's supposed to be

There's a fortune teller,

telling you and me!

Your light is beaming inside of you!

That's how you mesmerize me too!

The way you got me,

Yeah, you're in control!

You can hypnotize me,

You hypnotize me!”

 

Bouncing her head to the song, Clare left the apartment, locking the door behind her. She hurried down the steps and sprang out the door of her apartment into the wintry Parisian air. Clare’s breath steamed as she stuffed her hands in her pockets, a bright smile on her face. Her carefree smile soon turned into a frown as her stomach grumbled. With her frantic routine to get out of the house, of course, she forgot to grab breakfast! Clare groaned, biting her bottom lip. She glanced back at the apartment, wondering if she should go back in. Clare’s eyes lit up as an idea came to mind, and with that, she was off down the street!

 

“I don't!

I don't know what this is!

But I know I love it.

Baby, yes I know!

You got my Heart Hypnotic!

Ain't no letting go!

I don't!

I don't know what this is!

But I know I love it!

Baby, yes I know!

You got my Heart Hypnotic!

Ain't no letting go!”

 

The smell of warm espresso and pastries made her stomach growl even louder, but Clare ignored it as she walked down the steps leading into Créteil-Pointe du Lac. She brought up her monthly pass on her phone and managed to catch the Metro just in time!

 

Clare breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed into an empty seat on the train. She felt she'd make it on time, maybe a bit early for a bite! She smiled to herself as she reached for her phone as her favorite song reached its bridge.

“I...I don't know what this is...

But....You got my Heart...Hypnotic...

I...I don't know what this is...

But...I know that I...I love it.

I don't know what this is...

But...I know that I...I love it.

I...I don't know what this is...

But....You got my Heart...Hypnotic...”

 

Clare looked out the window of the train, listening to the song. She remembered practicing and dancing to Aurora's music for as long as she could remember. There was something about her music that gave her the motivation she needed to work towards her dream of becoming prima. Clare scoffed at the thought, feeling a bit down. She couldn't even get out of bed and attend class on time. She lowered her eyes, her hands absentmindedly playing with each other as the song finished.

 

“I don't!

I don't know what this is!

But I know I love it.

Baby, yes I know!

You got my Heart Hypnotic!

Ain't no letting go!

 

The song made Clare feel better and reminded her of how far she had gotten. She smiled to herself, feeling like her dreams were achievable after all. After a few spins of the single, Clare hurried off the train and up the stairs onto Pl. de l'Opéra. Clare caught her breath, glancing toward the Paris Opera. She couldn’t believe her eyes! It was Aurora d'Amour!

 

  

“-lare...” a muffled voice called to her, “-lare!” the voice said, “Clare!” the voice rang out again, a delicate hand waving in front of her face catching the attention of the awestruck blonde.

 

Clare blinked to see Zharia standing in front of her. Zharia wore a green apron tied around her buttoned white double-breasted chef’s jacket, the Café de la Paix logo hidden beneath her apron strap. Her long dreadlocks were wrapped in a low bun, her beautiful dark eyes sparkling, and a smile forming on her berry-colored lips as Clare smiled back at her, blushing in embarrassment at being starstruck. Clare took out her earphones, put them in the case, and stuffed them in her pocket. Clare was glad to see her friend and hugged her lovingly.

 

“Zharia!” she said happily. “Good morning to you too!” Zharia said with a gentle laugh, hugging Clare, her warm cheek to Clare’s cold forehead, “I see you like the new ad featuring your favorite singer.” Zharia teased as she and Clare ended their embrace. Clare blushed again. “They put her up last night,” Zharia said, looking at the advert.

 

Zharia liked Aurora d’Amour but she was not a superfan like Clare. Zharia did listen to her music when she was baking at the café. She looked to Clare, who was staring at the ad again. Zharia shook her head and cleared her throat to get Clare’s attention, raising a white bag and paper coffee cup for her friend. Clare’s eyes dazzled, overjoyed at the sight of the bag and coffee cup. Her stomach growled loudly. Zharia looked at Clare’s stomach and giggled, handing Clare the bag.

 

"Un croissant au chocolat et un cappuccino frais. Fait par moi,” A chocolate croissant and a fresh cappuccino. Done by me, she said proudly.   Clare reached into the bag, taking the warm croissant in her hand, taking a hungry bite, and smudging her cheek in chocolate. Zharia shook her head and wiped the chocolate from her friend’s cheek, cleaning it off on her apron.   “Your French is improving! You're learning fast for only being in Paris for about a year.” Clare commented. Zharia beamed proudly and winked. “I’ve had a good teacher,” she said before nodding her head towards the Paris Opera, “You better get going.” She said with a wink. Clare was busy taking another bite when she realized what time it was. “Oh no!” she said with her mouth full.

 

Clare took a swig of her cappuccino before putting her croissant in the same hand as the coffee cup. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a balled-up wad of Euros, and put them in Zharia’s open hand before running off. Zharia uncrinkled the Euros and looked at Clare as she ran off,

 

“Clare! You gave me too much!” she said, realizing she had more Euros than what a croissant and cappuccino cost! “Merci! Zharia!” Clare said, waving her croissant as she ran off towards Palais Garnier. Zharia smiled gratefully and put the Euros in her apron pocket. “Bonjour, Zharia!” a voice called out to her. Zharia turned to see a handsome young man approach her, “Bonjour, Aurele.” She said, approaching him.

 

Aurele smiled cheerfully, adjusting the black leather messenger bag on his shoulder and ran a hand through his curly chestnut hair. He wore a dark suit, his single-breasted blazer buttoned over his white pin-striped shirt. His patent leather oxfords tapped on the pavement as he joined Zharia in front of the café. Zharia crossed her arms and looked at Aurele proudly before adjusting his lapels and patting them softly,

 

“And where’s our tie?” she asked with a knowing glance. Aurele patted his pocket where it was rolled and tucked away neatly, “I got cappuccino on my tie last week,” he confessed. “Well, let’s get you some fresh cappuccino and something to eat before you head off to the Louvre, and be sure not to get any on your shirt,” Zharia said. “Oi, m’dame. Thank you, Zharia,” he said, following her to the café entrance, “Do you have lunch?” she asked, “Zharia…” Aurele groaned. “Zharia, nothing. We’ll get you something for lunch, and you’re just in luck; I made a fresh batch of beignets,” she said matter-of-factly. “You don’t have to do that, Zharia,” Aurele protested, “Nonsense, I insist,” Zharia said as they went inside.  

Clare had to wait for the break in class before she could enter the Salle Petipa. She bit her bottom lip as she nervously entered the room greeted by a stern glance from the ballet mistress.

 

“Clare Esper, you are late…again,” Madame Javelot said with a knowing glance, pointing to the center of the dome room.

 

Clare trudged forward defeatly only to feel her body lunge forward as she toppled over onto her knees. Clare looked over her shoulder to see Lilita quickly tucking one leg behind the other. Clare gathered herself up, wincing at her scraped knee as she hobbled slightly to the center of the room. Lilita covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, a couple of ballerinas standing with her followed suit.

 

“Lita!” Madame Gardenia snapped at the girl as Clare passed by her, “As étoile, I expect you most of all to uphold the discipline, respect, and harmony of the Opera!” she said admonishing the dark-haired dancer, “Of course, Madame Javelot, my apologies.” Lita murmured, “I should not be the only one you’re apologizing to, Ms. Fairemont,” Madame Javelot snapped, “Yes, Madame,” Lita said dejectedly, her dark eyes looking into Clare’s teary blue eyes, “Désolée,” she said flatly, crossing her arms. Clare nodded half-heartedly accepting Lilita’s apology. She couldn’t help but feel that she had it out for her. “Now,” Madame Javelot said, turning her attention to Clare, “Miss Fairemont’s unacceptable behavior aside, Ms. Esper, your conduct must be addressed as well. You have acquired a bad habit of being tardy as of late,” she said as she strolled to the center of the room.  

Javelot’s hair was a mass of luscious curls that fell to the shoulders of her mesh pink top that covered her matching leotard. Her brown tights were close to a perfect match to her sienna skin. Clare noticed Himeko, Chasity, and Jean-Yves out of the corner of her eye, feeling a small bit of comfort seeing her friends. Madame Javelot’s coffee-colored eyes met Clare’s blue ones,

 

“Well?” Madame Javelot asked, “I don’t think you’ll get your answers from Ms. Tsukino, Ms. Vale, or Mr. Monahan,” she said knowingly. “Uhhh. I’m sorry, Madame Javelot,” Clare stammered, “I haven’t been sleeping well,” she admitted. “Well, Ms. Esper, I hope I will see an improvement now that we’ve had this little chat,” Madame Javelot said. “Yes, Madame,” Clare said, nodding. Madame Javelot smiled “Good,” she said approvingly, “Shall we resume class?” she said in a hushed voice to Clare.

 

Clare looked to Madame Javelot, who was smiling at her. Clare nodded enthusiastically with a bright smile. Madame Javelot clapped her hands sharply.

 

“To the barre, mes danseurs!” she ordered watching the dancers hurry to barres around the room. Himeko, Chasity, Karine, and Jean-Yves narrowly skirted Madame Javelots knowing glance and took their place next to Clare placing their hands on the bar awaiting direction from Madame Javelot. “Un, deux, troix!” Madame Javelot shouted starting the music. “Clare!” Chasity said in a sharp whisper. “We texted you when we left the apartment. We were trying to keep you from being late.” Himeko whispered as they all began to extend their legs to the front in unison slowly, “I know.” Clare sighed. She wasn’t sure if she should mention it but why wouldn’t she with her closest friends? They moved their legs to the side next, “Why do I smell chocolate?” Himeko asked sniffing the air. Clare bit her bottom lip and looking guiltily at her friends, “Why you!” Karine scolded. “I know.” Clare sighed again. “I can’t believe you stopped off at Café de la Paix! No wonder you’re late!” Chasity whispered, “I didn’t get breakfast, I was hungry.” Clare whined as they stretched their legs back, “Well at least you had breakfast.” Jean-Yves chimed in, “Evie!” Himeko, Karine, and Chasity snapped. Jean-Yves cowered under their glares, “Leave him alone.” Clare said defending Jean-Yves, “Evie is right.” She added, “I had to eat something.” “So, you text my brother asking for breakfast. You can’t keep texting Blason like that, he’s the Executive Chef of the Café!” Karine said reprimanding her. “I didn’t text Blason!” Clare protested, “I text Zharia.” She said sheepishly correcting Karine. “That doesn’t make it better, Clare. Zharia just started as Sous Chef and is responsible as Pastry Chef. Don’t ruin it for her.” Karine said concernedly, “I know. You’re right.” Clare whimpered feeling bad. “Abaresques!” Madame Javelot said with another sharp clap of her hands. The group stood in plie while extending their other leg directly behind at a 90-degree angle.  “What’s been going on with you lately?” Chasity asked concerned. “I haven’t been sleeping well, like I said.” Clare repeated what she told Madame Javelot, “I’ve been having weird dreams too.” She said thoughtfully, “They so real…” she whispered. “What kind of dreams?” Himeko asked, “Ms Tsukino, Ms. Vale, Ms. Argent, Ms. Esper AND Mr. Monohan.” Madame Javelot barked with a sharp glance saying less talking and more practicing.  

Class and rehearsal were followed up by another nightly performance of the Nutcracker for the holiday season. Clare, Himeko, Jean-Yves, Karine, and Chasity made their way to the Metro.

 

“You know, we should be stretching,” Jean-Yves protested. “Ohhh Evie, enough!” Karine groaned, “Karine! Evie is just trying to help,” Chasity said in his defense, “I’ve had enough ballet today! We’ve been performing the Nutcracker for weeks. I was late for class, again! Madame Javelot lectured me,” Clare pouted, “I love the Nutcracker,” Chasity said happily, “Of course, you do. It’s your favorite production,” Himeko teased, “And my leg hurts from when Lita tripped me,” Clare interjected, “All the more reason to stretch. It only takes about 15 minutes or so,” Jean-Yves said matter-of-factly as he reached for his phone from his coat pocket and began playing a game on his phone, “What are you playing?” Himeko asked, “Mission the Road,” Jean-Yves replied, “I love that game,” Clare said excitedly, watching him play, “I was reading about the creator. Her name is River Clearwater, and she is from London. It’s rumored she’s a genius. She’s around our age and got an internship with Infinity Corporation here in Paris. Her mother is the Chief Medical Officer of Infinity Medical,” he explained, all while not breaking eye contact with his phone, “How do you know all of this?” Chasity asked, “I read an article about it in Liberation,” he said, closing the app after losing his last life in the game, “Oh, I remember Bastian and Papa talking about her! He saw Papa at the office when he interviewed her for Liberation,” Clare said, “Infinity has grown since the company acquired the Grande Arche in La Defense,” Jean-Yves said, adjusting his glasses as he pulled up the article and showed the girls the picture of River. Clare, Chasity, Karine, and Himeko all huddled around Jean-Yves and his phone to look at the article, “Oh, she’s pretty,” Clare said as the group broke their huddle and continued walking, “I want to be cute and smart like her. Making money off mobile games is so fun, my mom is a doctor of a big corporation,” she said dreamily, “Your mom’s a famous chef,” Chasity laughed, “Oh yeah,” Clare said with a grin. Her stomach growled, “What I would give for one of her omelets…” Clare said hungrily with a grin, “You and food. I swear,” Karine teased, “I can’t help it,” Clare said, “Just be glad Madame Javelot didn’t smell the chocolate croissant you had before class. You’re lucky she only has heightened sight not heightened smell like Himeko.” Chasity remarked, pointing at Clare, “Mmm, it was so good. I wish tonight’s performance was at the Garnier; we could have gone to Café de la Paix,” she said, “Clare,” Chasity said, giving Clare’s stomach a teasing poke. Himeko’s phone dinged, and she pulled it out of her coat pocket, checking her messages, “Oh, my goodness,” Himeko said happily, “What is it?” Chasity asked, “It’s Jasper!” Himeko responded gleefully. The group gathered around Himeko in excitement at the mention of Jasper’s name, “I miss him so much!” Chasity exclaimed, “Me too!” Karine said, “He was a great dancer, I wish he would have stayed with us,” Jean-Yves said half-heartedly, “Me too,” Clare added, “What did Jasper say?” she asked, “Jasper and his partners opened a new bar and want us to come for the show!” Himeko said excitedly, “That sounds like so much fun! I didn’t know Jasper was opening a bar! What’s it called?” Karine asked, “Café Bar Amazone,” Himeko replied with a grin, “Oooh, that means they have food. We should go,” Clare said, “It’s already pretty late,” Jean-Yves objected, “Live a little, Evie,” Chasity encouraged, “Clare had a bad day. I think this would be a great way to end the night,” Karine added, “It’s not far from here,” Himeko said, looking at the details, “We can take the Metro and be there in 20 minutes just in time for the show,” she explained, “Plus, we can support Jasper!” Clare said happily. “As long as we don’t drink,” Jean-Yves said, agreeing reluctantly to the impromptu night out.

 

The group of friends hurried down the Metro steps, catching the 5 train in the nick of time. They were soon at Café Bar Amazone, huddled around a cozy table at the front of the stage, and treated themselves to food and drinks from the menu.

 

“We were lucky to get this table; this place is packed,” Chasity observed, “This pasta is amazing. I never tasted tea so good,” Clare said with her mouth full, “Clare, you shouldn’t be eating like that,” Chasity scolded while Himeko shook her head at Clare in feigned disappointment. “I think I’ve burned enough calories for today,” Clare justified, sipping her tea, “At least we’re not drinking,” Clare added. “We had to agree not to drink otherwise Jean-Yves wouldn’t have stayed,” Karine said. “It’s Monday, we have class, rehearsals, and another week of performances!” Jean-Yves interjected, “I know, I know,” Karine said and sipped her tea while nibbling on a piece of dark chocolate. She picked up the menu and looked it over, “I think it’s very clever to pair foods with specialty tea. Blason may like the idea for the Café,” she said thoughtfully, “Did you know one of Jasper’s partners runs a herb, spice, and tea shop that supplies the bar?” Chasity asked, “This menu must be his idea. This dark chocolate goes great with this Indian black tea. Clare’s pasta came with Sri Lankan tea,” Karine said, putting the menu down.

 

A huge abstract neon sign in green and yellow illuminated the stage. The dimly lit club was complemented with sultry magenta lighting. The sounds of clinking glasses, plate clatters, and the bustle of idle chatter brought the bar to life. A drum roll signaled the show’s beginning, and the bar went dark. The audience applauded as the music began, and the spotlight illuminated the stage, revealing Jasper, who posed dramatically, wearing a bowler hat tipped over their face. Dark-colored lips surrounded a dazzling smile. Their bare chest was hidden beneath a dark blazer with fur lapels, high-waisted pants, and platform shoes with a bowtie around their neck. They moved their hips to the music, lifting their hat, and revealing their dark, blue-shaded eyes. They locked eyes with their friends seated at the front table, winked, and sang as if they were singing to only them,

 

“Willkommen.

Bienvenue.

Welcome!

Fremde.

Étranger.

Stranger.

Glücklich zu sehen, je suis enchanté.

Happy to see you!

Bleibe, reste, stay.

Willkommen,

Bienvenue,

Welcome.

Im Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret!”

 

The crowd applauded at Jasper’s introduction.

 

“I love Cabaret!” Karine said happily, “Meine Damen und Herren, mesdames et messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen!” Jasper announced, quoting the famous play, “Guten Abend, bonsoir, good evening! Wie geht's? Comment ça va? Do you feel good?” they asked, pointing at Chasity, who blushed and covered her face as a spotlight appeared on her, “Yeah, I bet you do,” Jasper said with a wink as the spotlight disappeared, “Ich bin euer Conférencier; je suis votre compère. I am your host! Und sagen,” they said, posing once more and sang,   “Welcome! Im Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret!”   “Leave your troubles outside! So, life is disappointing? Err? Forget it! We have no troubles here! Here, life is beautiful!” they said theatrically. They pointed to the table where Clare and company sat, “The girls! Are beautiful!” they said, strolling across the stage, “Even the orchestra is beautiful!” they said, disappearing off stage as the band played the instrumental of Willkommen. “That was electric,” Himeko said, “Jasper looks amazing,” Clare said as they applauded with the audience until the stage went dark again. “The French are glad to die for love,” a woman’s voice sang, “They delight in fighting duels,” she continued in a sultry voice, “But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive…” she paused as she appeared on the stage, the crowd applauding her, “jewels,” she said with a crinkle of her nose.  

The woman wore a top hat over her red, victory-rolled hair draping over the should of her black tuxedo. Soon the band began its bombastic intro and the woman danced around tipping her top hat and digging her hand in to throw silver glitter confetti into the air.

 

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental!

But diamonds are a girl’s best friend!

A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental!

On your humble flat!

Or help you feed your, ‘rrrow’ pussy cat.

Men grow cold as girls grow old!

And we all lose our charms in the end…

But square cut!

Or pear shape!

These rocks don't lose their shape!

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!

 

“Bonjour, mes chéris,” Jasper whispered, joining Clare and her friends at the table, as the band broke played their musical interlude. “Jasper!” the group greeted them excitedly, “Tiffany’s!” the woman shouted as male dancers presented her different types of jewelry! “I’m so happy you guys could make it!” Jasper said happily, “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. I wish we could do numbers like that at the Opera,” Clare said, “Cartier!” the woman squealed as she held out her wrist with a diamond bracelet and broke into a sample of Material Girl by Madonna, “Cause we are living in a material world and I am a material girl…Ah come and get me boys ow!” she teased her male performers as they danced on stage. “That was one of the reasons why I left. I love the freedom here. It’s a dream come true. All of you being here made it that much better. Thank you for coming,” Jasper said tearfully, squeezing each of their hands, “Black Star. Ross Cole. Talk to me Jasper Morgan, tell me all about it!” she exclaimed. “The show must go on,” he added with dramatic flair before joining the redhead on stage! “There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer!” the woman sang with Jasper grasping her waist as she posed again, ‘But diamonds are a girl's best friend’ the female chorus sang, “There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer!” the woman sang as Jasper twirled her about, ‘Thinks you're (awful nice)’ the chorus sang, “Oooo, but get that ice or else no dice!” the woman growled pointing at Clare, “He's your guy when stocks are high but beware when they start to descend. Diamonds are a girl's best, diamonds are a girl's best, diamonds are a girl's best friend!” the chorus sang as the number ended with Jasper and the redhead bowing and disappearing backstage.

 

The show went on well past midnight, and the group of friends found themselves huddled outside waiting for their rideshare,

 

“Karine and Evie, just stay with us tonight, and we can go to class together tomorrow. It’s late enough as it is,” Chasity insisted, “I knew this wasn’t a good idea,” Jean-Yves said tiredly with a yawn, “It was worth it,” Karine admitted, “It was fun,” Clare chimed in cheerfully with a yawn, “But we are going to be so tired in the morning,” she added as she stretched. A woman’s scream echoed into the night sky, scaring the group,

“What was that?” Himeko asked. Clare looked around concerned, “It came from over there,” she said, looking down the street, feeling her feet take her in that direction, “Clare!” Chasity said, grabbing her arm, “What if they need help,” Clare said sadly, “You can’t go alone,” Karine said, “Come with me,” Clare pleaded, “Maybe we should just call the police,” Jean-Yves said, “What if it’s too late?” Clare argued continuing towards the direction from whence the scream came. “We’ll go with you,” Chasity said as the group hurried down the street.  

 Reaching the corner and looking down the alley, they saw someone or something holding a woman in the air, strangling her,

 

“What is that?!” Karine asked in horror. Clare watched in horror as the woman struggled against a shadow! Wisps of shadow danced in the night air. It was hard to see where the creature started and ended, “Dear, God!” Chasity said in disbelief. The woman reached out to Clare, “Help…me,” she cried. Clare froze. She had seen this before.

“We have to help her!” Clare said hysterically, “Clare!” her friends yelled, chasing after her as she ran towards the shadow, “Stay back!” a voice cried out, causing the group to stop in their tracks. A low growl escaped the creature, and a beam of light flew past it, causing it to drop its victim, who was pale and emaciated. The beast roared into the night, “Crescent Beam!” that voice cried out as another beam struck the monster, igniting it in light and causing it to erupt and disappear!  

Clare and her friends stood in awe, looking up to see a woman standing with her arms crossed on the rooftop above. The woman wore a blue, white, and red sailor suit with a red chest bow and a navy sailor collar hanging over silver-laden epaulets. Her navy pleated skirt swayed in the breeze. With a graceful bound, the woman joined the group on the ground, her navy ankle-strapped heels clicking on the pavement. She looked at the group,

 

“Are you okay?” she asked, her blue eyes looking them over from behind her red mask, “Y-Yes,” Clare stammered, “But that girl…I think she…she.” Clare tried to say, pointing to the woman who lay still where the creature left her, “Call an ambulance,” the woman ordered walking over to the girl, kneeling beside her. Jean-Yves, still shocked by the ordeal, managed to call the ambulance. Clare stood with Himeko, Chasity, and Karine, watching the woman wave her gloved hand over the girl, “Venus Power, Love Crescent Shower,” she said softly, showering the girl in sparkles of light. The girl’s color returned, and her worn appearance was lively once more, a peaceful sigh escaping her as she breathed normally. The woman sighed in relief and stood up, “She’ll be okay,” she said, turning to Clare and her friends, “Who are you?” Clare asked in wonder. The woman smiled, her blonde hair flowing in the wind, “I am the sailor-suited soldier of justice, Sailor V,” she said, and with that, leaped into the air and disappeared into the night. “Sailor V?” Clare whispered looking out at the night sky.

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Warmth from car vents was the best medicine that could've been asked for. Blasted straight into the direction of the face, the placement of legs and frozen toes, a remedy that alleviated the harshness of the weather just outside. From the shelter of a door shut closed, Bret was safe and far more protected than he had been. None could harm him there. Neither the cloudless night nor the brush from winds too cold, those from the Federation who prayed for his total and complete destruction. Another day was the Hitman to live and survive. Unharmed, an ally of sorts to be counted among the supporters, a newfound companion in Kyleigh. Greater had the numbers in Bret's favor grown. Because of one reason or another; there was one person to whom he could depend on, then. And such would not be so easily forgotten about. Not when knives in the back had become so sharp, the disloyalty of friends too common practice. Bret would hold sacred the respect that Kyleigh had shown - to be repaid when able, to be regarded proudly when remembered.

Adjusted within his seat until comfortable, back stretched and arched until the bones cracked and popped as needed, Bret allowed for his eyes to fall into a rest. Head leaned into the plush, brown curls dropped around his shoulders like a vail, messy and appearing unkept. Years had it been since the last time that proper sleep was had for the Hitman. When the soft voice of Helen would bring into his dreams visions of fairy tales and magical mysteries, the buzz of his ceiling fan just above. Childhood so far gone, a bed replaced by a car that wasn't his own, it was more like a fantasy than something real. Memories that, perhaps, were taken for granted before such an idea seemed possible. Before Bret was welcomed into the world that he both loved and hated; before the burdens of adulthood had been thrust onto his shoulders. So tender of age had he been. Barely old, stood no taller than the children that could be spotted at ringside, innocent in ways that weren't fit for the insanity of professional sports. All of what he knew was gone in a flash, the snap of Stu's strong but nimble fingers.

Down into the basement did Bret travel with his brothers. Learned from hands that had brutalized bigger - men and those that looked like deranged beasts - trained as was commanded by stern voice. Hours were spent in the Dungeon. Like workers who constructed roads and built towers, never to rest nor never to stop until was deemed time to. There was no limitation to what Stu desired for his sons. Their hearts and souls would bleed for the sport. Just as his own did and continued to do; akin to an insane man who couldn't quit an addiction. Deep was it injected into the veins. Woven into the fabrics of family and personal life, unable to untangle or separate. There was no space for art. Passions of the pencil put onto blank paper - sketch books and notepads detailed - the true dreams of Bret. Dreams that he wanted, dreams that his brothers wanted, it didn't make a difference to the dreams of their father. Legacy was the sought after prize, the gold around the waist. Family name and honor was worth more than mere scribbles upon blue lines with red margins. It was what Bret cared about most - as was seen on the television screens and felt in the darkness of the Dungeon - then and in current.

"Please, Kyleigh, call me Bret." Bret smiled, eyes opened and set upon her, no more lusting after sleep that wouldn't come. "I'd like to think of us as friends now. There's no reason to be so formal, though I do appreciate it. It's the most courteous way anyone's spoken to me in a long time. Y'know, not many of the WWF might appreciate it like I do, guys like Shawn or Helmsley, but it means a lot to me. You've made my day, and I do mean that very much. I hope that you've been enjoying your time here, too. It's hard to believe, but, y'know, this place used to be like heaven to work for. There wasn't so much garbage as there is now. The fans used to have class, least in the States. You knew who your friends were and who your enemy was. Kids used to be able to see the shows with their parents. Now there's all sorts of hell broken loose. It's gone. But I just hope that you're being taken care of for what you've done for us. Are they treating you good back there, Kyleigh? No boys are giving you a hard time, are they?"

Pink dabbled across his cheeks, Bret asked, a third question to fall from his lips, "if you don't mind me asking, who was your favorite wrestler when you were watching the shows? I won't get upset with your answer, I promise you. I've just... always been curious about that sort of thing. I suppose that the wrestling fan within me is still very much alive. You never really forget about your heroes."

For a few moments there Kyleigh thought she had done something to offend the man. It was easy for her to understand if she had, Americans weren't exactly known for their friendliness. Especially towards the proud Canadian wrestler. But she had tried her best to stay as professional as possible when it came to interacting with the real stars of the shows. She could thank her Uncle for her love of the business, well from the fan side of it anyway. As far back as she could remember it was a time they spent bonding with each other, sitting in front of the old television and watching all the shows. One time they were even able to go see a live event, making many of the boys in the neighborhood very jealous of her at the time. She even had a few of their action figures, now stowed away up in the attic for safe keeping. Aunt Joan hadn't liked it, she wanted Kyleigh to get into more 'girly' things but she also knew it was important for her to have a fatherly figure in her life so she never denied her request to stay up just a little bit later to finish a show. It helped her to grow up and appreciate not only the hard work these athletes put in, but the sacrifices they made in their personal lives. So whenever one of them was rude to her or didn't even acknowledge she existed she didn't take it to heart. Kyleigh knew how much they had going on, and she was smart enough to know being one of the backstage helpers meant she was the last one of the give a shit meter.

Then finally he spoke and she let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. It really wasn't that big of a deal to offer her help to Mr. Hart or the spare change she had in her pocket. True to the cliche the half lycan wasn't in this job for the money or the free shows, she just loved being around the atmosphere of it all and how it gave her a good outlet for all that pent up energy her wolf always had. "Please take all the time you need! I'm from Boston so I'm kind of used to this weather." It was an easy excuse to give, half truth and half to hide the fact that what she was gave her an internal temperature that would easily kill a normal human. Most days she just had her trusty leather jacket on her shoulders with a t-shirt underneath. Tonight she had been running around like a man woman, so the coat was simply slung over her one arm.

For a few seconds she watched as he ran towards the phone booth, her heart still racing over the fact that a legend such as Bret Hart had actually spoken to her! A giggle escaped her before she took off for her own car, not wanting him to have to stand out in that weather a single second longer than he should have to. She instantly turned up the heat as soon as the engine roared to life, pulling up so all he would have to do was walk out of the booth and sit himself down in a warm car. A protest was on her lips when he offered the money back, really it was no big deal, but she swallowed her pride and took the money offered to her.

"Thank you. I'm not sure everyone else back there feels the same way but I'm just happy to be here you know? I grew up watching the shows and wondering how much fun it must be to help put them together. So when the offer came for me I couldn't turn it down. Yeah you'll probably see me running around like a crazy person, helping out whoever needs me. I was officially hired to fix the trucks or cars, and I still do that too, but when the weather is like this they like to keep us inside as much as possible. I'm Kyleigh, most people call me Ky and it's really nice to meet you as well Mr. Hart."

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Bret had tried to escape numerous times during the night, getting dragged into conversations every time the door to the exit got closer. Eventually managing to excuse himself to the bathroom, he was let loose in the sprawling mansion, finding himself walking up several flights of stairs and finding himself in a study the size of the apartment he grew up in.

Spying a bar cart loaded with spirits that looked like a good chunk of a college tuition, he walked towards it before he heard the disembodied voice from behind the plush couch, visibly flinching. "Holy fuck," he exclaimed, hand lifting to his chest, turning to look at the man he vaguely recognized as someone branded as important for this event by his agent. "You scared the hell out of me, man. I think I need a drink after that. Have you ever thought of wearing a bell?"

"You know the party is downstairs right?" Duke asked as he lounged outstretched on a sofa in one of the many superfluous rooms they had in the mansion. Downstairs music played and people from his father's friends and business all mingled and had a good time. Or at least pretended to. Duke had excused himself about a half hour before hand unable and unwilling to pretend like he wanted to be here. He had done his duty, charmed a few folks and make sure he was seen, and now he was enjoying a drink at his own leisure. "You can stay if you like I was getting bored. Can I make you drink?"

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todays scribbls..,.,..,

bret plushie part 3

[aroacemisha]

Bret and Plush duet with their instruments

Heck yeah, that’d be cool! What does Plush play?

Also which of Brett’s instruments? The violin or the piano?

[rawiswhore]

Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader- “Me So Horny”

After getting fucked by 4 wrestlers tonight, now is onto the next wrestler.

You walked away from Bret and walked back to where the other horny wrestlers you want to bang are.

Who's the next one?

Jeff Hardy.

The hottest one of the Hardy Boyz.

Jeff, with his sharp, sunken cheekbones and long blond hair, could easily be a male model and a heartthrob for  teen girls (which eventually he became).

When you walked up to him, the other male wrestlers you've previously banged saw you again, their mouths spreading ear-to-ear smiles that you're sure hurt their faces seeing you.

You're saving one of the best ones for last.

But the one you walked up to was none other than Jeff Hardy.

When you were in front of him, you wrapped your hands behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, where the two of yours lips locked and met with each other, his eyes shutting as well as yours once his lips collided with yours.

The two of you began making out with one another in front of the other wrestlers, your hand crawled up behind his head, where his fingers slipped in between your fingers.

When your hand reached the top of his head, you ran your fingers down and through his long, blond hair.

Like some of the other men in the locker room, you didn't want to mess Jeff's hair up while you're making out with him.

And like the previous men, your tongue slipped in between his lips and into his mouth, where your tongue poked and collided with his tongue.

He felt your tongue poking his and he couldn't resist this, so his tongue slid on top of your tongue, where the two of yours tongues licked each other and slid up and down one another.

While the two of you were French kissing each other, he placed his hands on your tits, where his hands proceeded to squeeze and fondle your tits.

You could feel his erection, or rather, his Hardy, pressing through his tights while you leaned your body on his.

You could also feel his palms over your nipples and areolas, and your nipples and areolas are very sensitive.

Jeff couldn't take how horny he is, and the two of you can't just be dillydallying, but he saw what the other men in the locker room were doing to you tonight.

His tongue slid back into his mouth and his lips slid down below your bottom lip and down the middle of your neck.

You could feel chills when his lips slid down the middle of your neck, that made your head lean back and your eyes roll to the back of your head, as well as made your bottom lip drop.

"Ohhhhhh, Jeffffff" you moaned breathy, your fingers grabbing onto the back of his hair.

Jeff proceeded to start kissing various parts around your neck, puckering his lips up and pressing them on your neck, as well as having his mouth partially opened and kissing your neck.

In his mind, he was contemplating whether or not to give you little love bites on your neck, but considering you have a WWF show to do tomorrow, no.

Jeff decided to switch what he was doing to your tits, where this time, he placed your nipples in between the pads of his index fingers and thumbs, where he proceeded to rotate and tweak your nipples.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" you cried out and gasped while he did this to you.

"Yeaaaaaaah, y'like that, don't cha?" he purred, his face buried in your neck and letting his breath out on your neck.

"Yessssssssss" you answered and whined.

Should the two of you do "foreplay things" once the two of you get to the actual penis/vagina intercourse?

That's something to contemplate about...

Jeff slid his lips all the way down to the middle of your chest, his head sinking down to the middle of your tits, his fingers still continuing to tweak your nipples.

He then shifted his face to your left breast, his hand on your nipple moving out of the way, only for him to wrap his lips around your nipple.

He proceeded to suck your left nipple, and not just that, but poked his tongue out of his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue around in circles over your areola.

Speaking of nipples, he changed what he was doing to your right nipple, touching the pad of his index finger on your areola, where he ran the pad of his index finger over and over again on your right areola.

"Ohhhhh Godddd Jefffff!" you whined and cried.

His dick wasn't even inside your pussy, but he was making you feel so good doing this.

His face was buried in your tit, of course he loved and enjoyed this.

Sometimes his mouth even kissed on your nipple like it was your lips, making out with your nipple and areola, his lips fumbling on your areola and nipple.

His hand that moved away from your left nipple moved to your vulva, where he proceeded to rub your clit up and down with the pad of his index finger.

He knows how sensitive women's clits are, especially yours.

"Yeahhhh, Jeff!!!!" you whined and moaned. "Rub my clit!!!"

He began rubbing your clit even faster, and not just that, but added another finger to rub your clitoris, that one being his middle finger.

Meanwhile, some wrestlers surrounding the two of you saw what was going on, and they were enjoying this, shouting and roaring "yyyyyyyeaaaaaaah!!!" like some drunken rednecks.

You, however, were ignoring them, so was Jeff.

Jeff was getting tired from sucking your left nipple, so he shifted his head and face over to your right nipple, stretching his neck out towards the right side, moving his right hand out of the way to make way for his face and head.

Immediately, he wrapped his lips around your right nipple and began sucking it like he did with your previous nipple, running the tip of his tongue around in circles on your areola.

He moved his hand that was in your vulva to your left nipple he previously sucked, where he began to run the pad of his index finger around in circles on your left areola.

Meanwhile, his hand he moved away from your right nipple moved in between your pussy flaps, where he proceeded to rub the pads of both of his index and middle fingers up and down your clit.

His fingers tickled your clit, creating heat and friction when he rubbed your clit, your clitoris feeling sensations when he rubbed it there.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh, Jeff!!!" you cried out.

Jeff's fingers could feel your wet, plush, squishy pussy lips.

Your twathole is probably gooey and wet not just inside, but outside as well, courtesy of having so many wrestlers tonight cum inside your cunt.

However, Jeff's fingers didn't slip all the way down your pussyhole and finger the inside of your cunt.

Jeff's fingers switched from running over and over your areolas to placing the pads of his index finger and thumb on your nipple, where he tweaked and rotated your nipple like the previous nipple on your breast.

Jeff didn't just lick and suck your nipple, but also let his breath out on your areola and nipple, something he didn't do to your other nipple.

And likewise, he also kissed your nipple like it was your lips, making out with it.

Feeling his lips press on your sensitive nipple and areola felt so good.

"Ohhhhhhh, Godddd" you moaned when he kissed your nipple.

His fingers rubbing your clit could easily slip into your pussy hole, but nope.

Jeff has been horny all night and can't wait to fuck you, not to mention your pussy probably tastes like men's sperm, which he doesn't wanna taste, no homo.

So he sat down on the bench and told you to wait a minute, where you stood and looked at him.

His hands grabbed the elastic of his tights and pulled them down to his knees, letting his throbbing erection escape out of his tights.

You saw his erection spring out of his tights, his erection made your eyes grow wild and bigger and the roof of your mouth nearly salivate.

You figured he wanted to pull his tights down.

You sunk the lower part of your body down to his lap, where his erection slowly slid and entered in your wet, gooey pussy hole, making it easy for his cock to enter.

When his cock crawled further and further into your twat, your head leaned back and your mouth dropped open, your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

When you reached the very bottom of his penis, he put his hands on your hips, where he proceeded to lift you a few inches with his cock still inside your pussy, only to pull you back down, then raise you up again, still with his cock in your cunt.

You acted in on this as well, you made yourself bounce and ride up and down his shaft, your tits bouncing up and down as well.

While you rode up and down his shaft, you put your fingers on his shoulders and held onto them.

Slapping sounds were made when you rode and bounced up and down his erection.

"Ohhhhh God, Jeff!!!" you moaned and cried out. "Fuck me!!!"

You moaned throughout him thrusting in and out of you, lifting his pelvic region up from the bench just to thrust in you.

That wasn't all he did.

He leaned a bit to your lips and kissed you, much like the previous men did.

Though, he contemplates and wonders whether or not if he should do foreplay-ish things while he fucks you.

In the meantime, his fingertips are digging into the flesh of your hips.

The other male wrestlers, meanwhile, are looking at you bouncing up and down Jeff's lap, enjoying seeing your tits bouncing up and down as well.

This was sexually arousing the wrestlers watching this go on, many of them roaring and hollering "yyyeaaaaaaaaahhhh!" and pumping their fists in the air.

Jeff's face is tightening, looking a bit like he does after he does his iconic Swanton bomb and breaks a table in half, while he fucks you.

He may as well ask you this.

"Y/n!" he cries, raising his voice so you can hear him. "I need to talk with you!"

Wow, he's asking you something while he's fucking you? Now that's something.

"What?!" you asked, raising your voice

"Should I try to kiss you and suck your tits and stuff like that?" Jeff asked, raising his voice so he can hear you. "That's what the other guys did"

You managed to hear what he was saying amongst the slapping noises his cock and your pussy were making together.

"If you want" was your opinion and decision.

It would be wonderful if he did all of this while he banged you, though you've already done all of this stuff before he really inserted his cock in your twat.

He probably can't suck your tits while he fucks you, but he can, however...

His hands holding onto your hips slid up your hips, until they swerved to your breasts and stopped there.

His hands proceeded to caress and fondle your breasts, squeezing them.

That wasn't all he did, he leaned his face into your face and planted a kiss on your lips.

While you did kiss these men while they've fucked you, it probably would be difficult to make out with Jeff while he fucks you.

Since he's kissed you, you leaned into his face, your lips nudging into his, and planted a kiss on his lips as well.

Jeff didn't just fondle your breasts, he also made the tips of his fingers run around in circles over and over on your sensitive areolas.

"Ohhhh God Jeff!!!!" you moaned and cried.

He leaned his head into your neck and burying his face there, since he's breathing quite heavy due to him fucking you, his breath is being released on your neck and seeping into your pores.

He also put your nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs, specifically the pads of them, and tweaked and turned them.

"This feels soooooooooo gooooooood!" you cried.

With the way you sound, you really sound like you're gonna cum, but nope.

Speaking of cum, while you hold onto his shoulders, you know how sensitive his skin probably is, so your hands slid down his shoulders and across his ribcage to his back.

Your hands proceeded to roam all over his back, making him feel tingles on his back.

Even he secretly enjoys your touch on his skin.

Speaking of which, since he's been fucking you for a good 3 minutes, suddenly, his cock released his seed out of the slit of his penis head.

No, this wasn't regular precum, it's his official cum.

His face really tightened once he came, his eyes shutting tightly and mouth grimacing like he was in pain.

He also cried out when he came.

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I’m bringing this series back. I’m typing this for his birthday.

[sanjosenewshq]

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Original content owned & copyrighted by Green Global Travel.

When you travel the world as much as we do, you begin to realize that most hotels are actually pretty boring and conventional.

From plush pillows and flat screen TVs to mini bars and continental breakfasts, most decent hotel brands basically offer the same amenities. The only thing that really changes is the view. But every once in a while you’ll visit a unique hotel that truly stands out.

From Maasai Mara, we’ve been fortunate to stay in quite a few unusual hotels.

We’ve found that amazing hotels and eco lodges can help to make a good trip great, and turn a great trip into a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

While we’ve traveled a good bit in the 9 years since we READ MORE: The World’s Best Eco Lodges, Eco Resorts & Eco Hotels

Unique Hotels in Africa

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Amazing Hotels in Europe

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Adventure Hotels in South America

HOTELS IN AFRICA

Photo courtesy Hippo Point Wildlife Sanctuary

 1. Hippo Point Wildlife Sanctuary (Naivasha, Kenya)

Despite its name, this sanctuary is better known for its screensaver-worthy views of Read Reviews and Check Rates. –DeMarco Williams

READ MORE: Animals in Kenya: A Guide to 40 Species of Kenyan Wildlife

Pelican Point Lodge

2. Pelican Point Lodge (Walvis Bay, Namibia)

Sometimes a hotel is made unique by virtue of its design, and other times it’s more about an unusual location. In the case of Pelican Point Lodge, it’s both! 

In terms of design, the luxury hotel was built inside an old harbor control building situated right beside a classic lighthouse. All of the rooms were renovated and modernized to include amenities such as en suite bathrooms, free Wifi, and private balconies. There’s also a gourmet restaurant on site. 

But the real showstopper is the ultra-luxurious Presidential/honeymoon suite on the top floor, which offers spectacular 360º views of the entire Pelican Point peninsula. 

Which brings us back to location. Pelican Point Lodge is as remote a romantic hotel as you can imagine, surrounded by nothing but sand and surf. But it’s a great place for wildlife lovers, with huge Dolphins, Read Reviews and Check Rates. –Bret Love

 READ MORE: How to Grade Captive Dolphin Facilities

Hotel Kagga Kamma, South Africa

3. Hotel Kagga Kamma (Lochlynne, South Africa)

Located in the Cederberg Mountains in Read Reviews and Check Rates. –Bret Love

READ MORE: My Life-Changing Experience in South Africa

  HOTELS IN ASIA

Treehouse Hideaway by Maria Haase

4. Treehouse Hideaway (Bandhavgarh National Park, India)

This eco-lodge is unique not only because it’s a luxury treehouse, but also because it’s located inside Bandhavgarh National Park in Indian animals right from your treehouse balcony, or at one of the observation towers throughout the property. I only saw Tigers during my safari in Bandhavgarh’s Core Zone, but was told that they’ve had Tiger and Leopard sightings right there on the lodge’s property. Amazing, right?

The Pugdundee Treehouse Hideaway only has 5 private treehouse suites. While the decor is rustic, they offer all the amenities of a luxury accommodation. Guests enjoy rain-head showers, air conditioned rooms with a tea & coffee station, and extremely comfortable beds.

Rooms usually come with full board and 1 daily safari. While they do not have a pool or spa on the property, you can use those facilities at their nearby sister property, King’s Lodge.

Another point I loved about my stay at the Treehouse Hideaway was that the Pugdundee company takes sustainability very seriously. They eliminated single use plastic, source their food locally, hire mostly local staff, and offer education about the local environment and Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Maria Haase of India Up Close

READ MORE: Tiger Safari in Ranthambore National Park, India

Nine Hours Capsule Hotel by Jonathan Look, Jr.

5. Nine Hours Capsule Hotel (Tokyo Airport, Japan)

Capsule hotels are high-density accommodations, mostly in Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Jonathan Look Jr. of Life Part 2

READ MORE: Japan Photos: 15 Pictures From a Dream Come True

Seaventures Dive Rig by Rachel Heller

6. Seaventures Dive Rig (Borneo, Malaysia)

Seaventures Dive Rig is an extremely unusual hotel because it’s located in a converted oil rig. It was moved from another site, where it served as housing for oil rig personnel, and placed near Mabul Island, off Malaysian Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Rachel Heller of Rachels Ruminations

READ MORE: Top 25 Things to Do in Malaysia for Nature Lovers

Crazy House by Christine Rogador

7. Crazy House or Hang Nga Guest House (Da Lat, Vietnam)

Crazy House or Hang Nga Guest House is a popular, but quirky accommodation in Da Lat, Vietnam. It was designed by Vietnamese architect Đặng Việt Nga, who admitted it was inspired by Antoni Gaudi, the architect who designed the famous Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.

The building looks like a mix of expressionist influence with a hint of a fairytale coming to life. The main design resembles a giant tree with caves, branches, spider webs, plants, narrow pathways, and stairs surrounding the building. It was built by Đặng Việt Nga in 1990 as a way to remind people how Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Christine Rogador of Ireland Travel Guides

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  HOTELS IN EUROPE

La Balade Des Gnomes, photo by Michelle Barrett

8. La Balade Des Gnomes (Durbuy, Belgium)

The world-renowned La Balade Des Gnomes is located in Durbuy, Belgium, about a 90-minute drive south of Brussels. You can really only reach this unusual hotel by car, but it’s worth the drive, which allows you to take in the lush forests and winding rivers of the Ardennes region.

If you’re a fan of unique places to stay, you won’t find many more interesting than this quirky accommodation. Upon entering the hotel grounds, you’re immediately drawn into a somewhat bizarre fantasy world.

Each of the 11 rooms has a different theme, which has been carefully designed by the owner. Themes include:

● Macquarie Island, which is in two levels of the main building and includes a “cliff” and the chance to sleep in a sailboat. ● The Latcho Dom Trailer, which is a traditional gypsy trailer with a double bed, toilet, tub, and cooking facilities. ● The Trojan Horse, which is the accomodation this hotel is most famous for. The horse is situated outside the main property, and the entrance is through its back ende! The room includes a bubble bath, shower, one double bed, and two children’s beds. ● The Luna Room, which is decorated like the surface of the moon, including the stars in the sky and a bathroom that looks like a spaceship.

Prices range from 125 to 260 euros for two guests. -Michelle Barrett 0f Minimize and Travel

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Kakslauttanen by Laurence Norah

9. Kakslauttanen Arctic Resort (Lapland, Finland)

If you’re looking for unique accommodations, you can’t go wrong with a glass igloo hotel! Kakslauttanen Arctic resort is located well inside the arctic circle, and they were the pioneers of the glass igloo. There are certainly many imitators around the world, but we think the original remains the best!

The resort is spread across two main locations, with the older, cozier part located in the east village. There are around 30 igloos spaced out among the trees here, and this was where I spent a wonderful night.

A glass igloo is the perfect place from which to watch the night sky. And if you visit Finland in winter, it’s also where you can get stunning views of the Northern Lights.

It’s worth noting that, while the igloos are relatively expensive, they are not what most peoiple would consider luxury. They’re certainly comfortable though, with WiFi, a small toilet (no shower), and electronically powered beds that can be tilted up for optimal northern lights viewing.

There’s also a sauna, restaurant, and bar on site, plus you can do a wide variety of winter activities from the resort itself. This makes it an excellent location for visiting Finland in winter. Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Laurence Norah of Finding the Universe

READ MORE: Winter Adventures in Finnish Lapland

Coup 2 Foudres by Luxe Adventure Traveler

10. Coup 2 Foudre (Saint-Émilion, France)

Have you ever dreamed of waking up surrounded by French vineyards? If so, one of the best places to stay in Saint-Emilion is in one of two giant wine vats that were converted into amazing accommodations in the famed Bordeaux wine region.

These two vats were never actually used to make the region’s world-renowned wine. But they are real wine vats crafted by the prestigious wine barrel and vat maker, Seguin Moreau. Both of them are big enough to hold the equivalent of 160,000 bottles of wine.

Each of the two wine vats is uniquely decorated, with a queen size bed, ensuite bathroom facilities, and all the creature comforts one could desire (including air conditioning, Wifi, and cable television).

Guests are given a basket filled with artisan products for breakfast, and are welcome to visit the estate for a tour and tasting of Château de Bonhoste. It’s a memorable stay in a gorgeous location any vinophile will absolutely love. Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Jennifer & Tim of Luxe Adventure Traveler

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Malmaison, former Oxford Prison by Fiona Maclean

11. Malmaison (Oxford, England)

Located in Oxford, Porridge. Standard rooms in the prison’s former A-Wing were created from two cells combined into one, with bathrooms located in a third cell.

With the original iron doors, vaulted ceilings, and exposed brick walls, these posh rooms are now a far cry from the prison days. Each boasts a king sized bed, flat screen TV, iPod dock, and Wifi. All of the bathrooms have walk-in showers and rolltop baths, with plenty of fluffy white towels and toiletries marked “Steal Me” as a cheeky nod to the building’s former residents.

The interior design vibe is dark and intimate, with “cells” decorated in deep reds, greys and browns. If you prefer a lighter mood, the adjoining “House of Correction” offers warehouse-style suites and duplexes.

Malmaison (“bad house”) is located in the Castle Quarter, about 5 minutes from the train station and an easy walk to the City Centre. Apart from the Read Reviews and Check Rates.  -Fiona Maclean of London-Unattached

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Inntel Zaandam by Alex Waltner

12. Inntel Hotel (Zaandam, Netherlands)

The Inntel Hotel in Zaandam is arguably the coolest hotel in the Read Reviews and Check Rates. –Alex Waltner of Swedish Nomad

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Holmen Husky Lodge by Amanda Williams

13. Holmen Husky Lodge (Alta, Norway)

Located more than 200 miles north of the Arctic Circle, Alta, Norway in winter, you can combine several of these with a stay at the unique Holmen Husky Lodge.

The lodge is a popular spot for cruise passengers and other day trippers to visit in order to go  Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Amanda Williams of Dangerous Business

READ MORE: Road Trip Through Norway’s Joutunheimen Mountains

Garden Village Tree House by Kate McCulley

14. Garden Village (Lake Bled, Slovenia)

When you’re traveling to Lake Bled, Slovenia, you’ll be spellbound by glassy waters surrounded by the majestic Read Reviews and Check Rates.  –Kate McCulley of Adventurous Kate

READ MORE: Discovering Lake Bled, Slovenia

  HOTELS IN CENTRAL AMERICA

Costa Verde Hotel (aka Airplane Hotel) by Oksana & Max St John

15. Costa Verde Hotel (Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica)

Costa Verde Hotel is located in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica. There, founder Allan Templeton takes Manuel Antonio National Park, this unique hotel room offers incredible ocean and jungle views from a private airplane wing platform, where Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Oksana & Max from Drink Tea & Travel

READ MORE: Ecotourism in Costa Rica: The Ultimate Eco Travel Guide

  16. Tree House Lodge (Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica)

You can find treehouses all around the world, but what about a hotel room in an old school bus? Located in Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica, Tree House Lodge is well known as a bohemian beach, the lodge is considered an Costa Rican food, along with a great convenience store that stocks cold local craft beers.  Read Reviews and Check Rates.  -Ayngelina Brogan of Bacon is Magic

READ MORE: Top 20 Things to Do in Costa Rica for Nature Lovers

Hobbitenango by Sean Lau

17. Hobbitenango (Antigua, Guatemala)

Hobbitenango, or “The Land of the Hobbit” in the local language, is exactly what it sounds like. This Hobbit-themed eco-lodge and restaurant are located high up in the mountains of Living Out Lau

READ MORE: 40 Things You Should Know Before Traveling to Guatemala

  ACCOMODATIONS IN NORTH AMERICA

Ice Hotel, Tibet Suite by Mariellen Ward

18. Ice Hotel / Hôtel de Glace (Quebec City, Canada)

If you’re from Canada or going to visit Canada in winter, you might as well make friends with cold, snow, and ice. And what better way to do that than by staying at the Quebec City Ice Hotel (which is also known as the Hôtel de Glace in French)?

The Ice Hotel is rebuilt every year in a forest 20 minutes outside of Quebec City once enough snow has accumulated, usually in January. It generally lasts until March, when the whole thing starts to melt.

If you have any doubt, the Ice Hotel really is a hotel. There’s a parking lot and a heated building where you check in and learn all about the Ice Hotel– who made it, how, and what that year’s theme is. I visited a couple of years back, when the theme was After going through the reception building, you enter a picturesque Canadian winter scene like something out of a painting, with the fantasy-like Ice Hotel rising from the snow. It truly is magical. The year I went, there were 44 guest rooms plus an Ice Bar, Ice Cafe, chapel, and children’s slide.

The Ice Bar is very popular. You can have an alcoholic beverage in a glass made from ice, which is more warming than you might imagine. There’s also a spa with a couple of heated buildings for the change room and washrooms for overnight guests.

The rooms are totally made of ice, and they range from basic to ornately carved suites. The year I was there, there was a suite carved with The beds are made of ice, with a thick sleeping bag on a mattress to keep you (somewhat) warm. The staff very strongly suggests that you visit the spa before bed, and use the hot tub and sauna to get really warm. But, truth be told, you do tend to  get chilly before the night is over. Read Reviews and Check Rates. -Mariellen Ward of Breathe Dream Go

Tundra Buggy Lodge by Gary Arndt

19. Tundra Buggy Lodge (Churchill, Canada)

The Tundra Buggy Lodge is a unique hotel in Wapusk National Park. Wapusk is the largest Polar Bear denning area in the world, and one of the best places to these massive predators. This is the only tour which is authorized to visit the park. 

Believe it or not, the Tundra Buggy Lodge has Wifi! Due to a partnership with Polar Bears International and a live video feed they have, the lodge has a 100mb/sec connection, even while off the grid in the middle of a subarctic tundra! -Gary Arndt of Everything Everywhere

READ MORE: Our Favorite Polar Bear Pics from Churchill, Manitoba

Jules Underwater Lodge by Alexandra Baackes

20. Jules Underwater Lodge (Key Largo, USA)

The Jules Underwater Lodge in Key Largo, 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea, or watching ocean-related documentaries on Netflix (which streams directly to the lodge’s TV). Or you can simply sit back and marvel at the fact that you’re warm, cozy, dry, and about to spend the night below sea level.

There’s unlimited diving within the Emerald Lagoon during your stay, but don’t overlook the unique diving options options all along the READ MORE: 10 Best Places to Scuba Dive (for your World Travel Bucket List) 

Lonestar Teepee at Cherrywood Bed, Breakfast, and Barn by Mary Jo Manzanares

21. Cherry Wood Bed, Breakfast & Barn (Yakima Valley, USA)

Cherry Wood Bed, Breakfast & Barn is set on a

This isn’t roughing it! The teepees have most every amenity that you could find in an upscale hotel. There’s  attractive lodge-style furniture and decor, magazines to read, games to play, Ralph Lauren robes, slippers, lighting sufficient for reading as well as ambiance, refrigerator, fluffy towels, and privacy.

You even get an electric blanket in case you get a little chilled on those cooler Yakima Valley nights. In short, you’ll have everything you’d have at a luxury hotel, except the bathroom is around the corner and the shower is outdoors and secluded.

Arrive early or stay late and you can make your stay at Cherry Wood an experience that includes wine touring and tasting, an introduction to what’s happening on the farm, and a chance to learn more about the horse rescue program. -Mary Jo Manzanares of Traveling with MJ

READ MORE: How to Choose a Responsible Horseback Riding Tour

  Adventure Hotels in South America

Palacio del Sal Hotel (Salt Hotel) by Alejandra Werner

22. Palacio del Sal (Uyuni, Bolivia)

If I told you there’s a hotel made entirely out of salt where you can sleep, eat, and enjoy the beauty of nature, would you believe me? Probably not, but it does exist, and you can visit it in Uyuni, Bolivia.

Uyuni is the biggest Salt Flat in the world, and Bolivian locals have known for ages how to use this mineral for construction. The Palacio de Sal is easily one of the most beautiful hotels made of salt, and the floors, walls, and furniture are all made of it. I even licked one or two walls, just to make sure!

The rooms are extremely beautiful, with comfortable beds and everything you may need for your stay. The hotel also offers a buffet restaurant for all meals, a spa, common areas with televisions and desks to work on, a game room with pool tables, a gym, and a swimming pool.

They can also help you organize tours through the Universo Viajero

READ MORE: The Top 7 Things to Do in Bolivia

Montana Magica Lodge, Chile

23. Montaña Mágica Lodge (Panguipulli, Chile)

Set in the rainforests of southern Huilo-Huilo Biological Reserve has over 230 square miles of unrivaled sights and attractions. But even the continent’s largest zip lining system and the world’s smallest deer take a back seat to this “Magic Mountain” eco lodge.

Looking like something out of Peter Jackson’s wildest dreams, this jaw-dropping volcano-shaped lodge awes guests in every respect. The exterior gasps come courtesy of a waterfall cascading from the roof.

Inside, 13 subtly decorated rooms let the flora and fauna do most of the work, with furniture fashioned from tree trunks. The rustic rooms also come with en suite bathrooms, free breakfast, free Wifi in public areas, and a cool cafe that offers stunning scenic views via floor-to-ceiling windows.

The reserve also features numerous a children’s play area, hiking trails, Read Reviews and Check Rates. –DeMarco Williams

READ MORE: The World’s Best Hiking Trails

24. EcoCamp Patagonia (Chile)

Trekkers have been backpacking around the peaks of Read Reviews and Check Rates. –DeMarco Williams

READ MORE: The 40 Best Backpacks for Travelers

Skylodge Adventure Suites by Rosie Fluskey

25. Skylodge Adventure Suites (Cusco, Peru)

There aren’t many places in the world that allow you to sleep on the side of a sheer mountain cliff. Well, not many where you can stay safe, dry, and in a comfy double bed anyway.

Skylodge Adventure Suites literally takes glamping to new heights. Located 300 meters (984 feet) up on the side of Flying Fluskey

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