#event: haunted acres.

[syweston]

When he was a boy, even when he’d reached his teens, Silas had always envisioned that he’d have a big family of his own one day. That he’d have built a home with his own two hands and provided for the wife and kids that had his name and likeness by way of following his father’s footsteps, as well as those of his grandfather’s before him. 

It wasn’t his first heartbreak that had broken that dream nor was it the breakdown between himself and his old man. Expectations had a way of burning desire and ambition, a way of killing dreams when only one path was pressed to move forward. Still, it wasn’t until his experience in war or the second, third, and… well, somewhere in there that part of him had died.

Then he’d been spending the last few months inching closer to a woman he mostly bantered with whenever he managed to be around. Only to find that he now made himself more present than he ever had before. 

“Darlin’, I’ve hunted just about everywhere, including the most dangerous game,” the ranching heir led, “I might just find comfort in the unpredictable at this point.” It was only meant to be further assurance that whatever might jump out at them wasn’t something that was going to anything more or less than amuse the veteran. What was beginning to build up in the cowboy more than anything else was concern for her safety. They’d gone from being at each other’s throats to sharing a hotel room on the coast for a week.

Things had gone from Silas shaking his head at her to unable to think of anything else but her.

At her quip, Silas smirked and gave a singular nod of acceptance. A non-verbal reply that stated ‘well played’. It was difficult for the bull rider to focus on tossing his own sarcasm back when his hands were on her, when they were this close and just maybe her teasing was something of an aphrodisiac. “Wouldn’t surprise me all that much,” his deep rasp sounded between them, “not so much for the extra money but we sometimes have fun givin’ the city folk a hard time.”

Fingers pushed up at the brim of his hat a little as Sy leaned in, intrigue in his gaze as he peered at Parker while waiting on her to finish that statement. “Go on, who’d you wanna level with a punch?” Once again amusement sat on his lips and twinkled in that doe eyed gaze.

Somehow as the weeks blended and formed a period of time he’d reverted back to a teenager and it felt good. Maybe they still bickered and chased each other around like cats and dogs but the ranger put an eagerness in his hands as he grabbed at her whenever he had a moment. Parker had ignited a passion to know more of her flesh and set him up with an unquenchable thirst to understand her thoughts and feelings in a way that he wasn’t sure he’d experienced before.

What had she done to him?

Palms pressed to his chest, Silas leaned into her touch with a want to feel her grip bite into his skin. Their mouths moved in time and his tongue brushed hers leaving him to groan into their kiss with satisfaction. When she broke away to speak, the bull rider set a fiery trail along her jaw that traveled down the curve of her neck, only pausing and releasing a heavy breath against her flesh when her fingers bumped against his buckle. “I’ve got all the time in the world,” the cowboy said as he leaned back while licking his lips to savor her taste. “You don’t think this would be the fun part?” The man smirked, not fully ready to continue on just yet. “Besides, this looks just as good a place as any…” / @parkerlcwis

For thirty-six years and counting, she'd avoided the very feeling that pounded in her chest with every step at the cowboy's side. She wasn't a lover of love, wasn't a chaser for something more in life outside of the box she'd built for herself. There was always an occasional itch for something more, but not once had she ever craved another like she'd craved him.

It was the devilish back and forth she liked so much. At least, that was the very thing she had tried to convince herself of as she tugged his flannel tighter around her frame in his absence. Late nights had never seemed all that lonely until she'd known a week of comfort in his arms. Arms that held her tighter than she'd ever been held and rough, calloused hands that had lit every inch of her aflame.

The gentle squeeze pulled her gaze up to his, heart cheeks flushed with heat. "I just meant you know they're going to buck, right? Obviously you can't know how hard or how wild, but you know something is coming." By the rounds she'd watched with bated breath, no one ever really knew what the bull was going to do until the horn sounded and the gate swung open. She'd broke the skin of her palms as the longest eight seconds of her life played out in an arena full of people admiring him the same as her.

"If the boot fits," she trailed off, bottom lip sucked between teeth to stifle the laughter brewing in her chest. If anyone from the ranch was clown material, she'd put her money on Del, the overly friendly ranch hand who never failed to go out of his way to sit up a laugh. "I'm more so concerned that those ranch hands of yours got a part time gig. I don't think there's anything scarier than Del jumping somewhere out of the dark, but I guess if I had to take a swing on anyone..." Who else better than the man who had failed to pick up a single hint she'd dropped.

The Haunted Acres were long forgotten against his mouth. Anticipation trickled down her spine, igniting the fiery desire to rip away every layer between them. It was the Sy effect — weak at the knees, thundering heart, heat pooled in every inch of her frame despite the sharp breeze. Every method of defense she'd possessed had crumbled in the sanctity of that hotel room weeks earlier.

Slightly shaky hands pressed firmly on his well-sculpted chest, evidence of years of hard work and rough play. His thick jacket provided some relief, but it was his body that radiated the real heat that sank into her bones. "Afraid if I start telling you, we'll need to turn back," she exhaled as one of her hands slowly trailed down his chest until fingers brushed against the cool bite of his belt buckle. "And we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet. Patience, right? Time to see how much of it you've got."

@syweston

[hollowdeath]

Thank god, another Harry Potter lover! 👓⚡️He really deserves more love! ❤️ That’s why I imagine him and the reader settling in a cottage by the sea or lake (you decide) to heal from the Wizarding War. They find comfort and solace in each other, and yes that includes countless lovemaking. 🥰 It’s just the two of them, so they’re free to express their love whenever and wherever they want. They especially enjoy making love on the shore under the stars after a swim, by the fireplace on a soft blanket, and in the bathtub surrounded by candles. They just need to feel and hold each other to remind themselves that everything’s okay now. You can do whatever you want with this, I just wanted to put it out there. Take care!

thank you so much for this request, i fell in love with it as soon as you sent it! i hope you enjoy!

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader (18+)

summary: you & harry have moved away from everything & everyone to a remote cottage where the forest meets the sea. all harry wants after everything he's been through is to find peace, & he finds it in you.

c/w: smut!!! oral sex, penetration, rough sex

word count: 7.3k

harry was up early. he was watching the kettle boil on the gas stove in front of him, enjoying the warmth coming off of it, letting himself relax for just a moment. the steam from the water enveloped his face and felt nice. it was so chilly this morning. the windows were fogged over from the fire raving inside the stove, the wind whistling through the walls of the cottage.

the cottage was beautiful, harry couldn't deny it, though he could do with a bit more insulation. the raw, exposed stone walls were charming, and the moss and vines growing on the outside were something out of a fairy tale, but the fire needed to be fed every hour or so most of the day for at least half of the year or else it dropped below freezing inside. however, luckily, harry came to find wood chopping and trimming to be extremely therapeutic. just him, a sharp ax, and acres of woodlands to explore.

that was another thing harry could never deny about this property: the land was worth every penny. it's not often you find such a stunning cottage sitting on the border between a local forest and, what was essentially, a private beach on the north sea. the beach stretched at least a mile, but was obscured by the trees just behind the cottage. the land wasn't cheap, but harry was ready and extremely eager to spend whatever it took to finally get away from everything, live a simple life, and be alone.

alone with you, that is.

you and harry had gone to school together until the war, but eventually ended up reconnecting and began casually dating just over 2 years ago. since then you and harry had found complete solace in each other, both suffering from the negative side effects of witnessing and experiencing the war firsthand and supporting each other through difficult times. you were mostly struggling with paranoia and anxiety, and were actually the first to suggest getting a place together away from everyone else. you thought it would help if you were out of reach, isolated from the world, practically invisible from all danger.

harry, of course, was utterly haunted by the events of the war, and everything leading up to it. he gets angry at the world, has bouts of depression, deals with monumental grief and guilt, and has chronic, clinical sleep issues caused by nightmares. which is, ironically, the exact reason he's awake so early right now.

as he's pouring the boiling water out of the kettle and over a tea bag, harry can feel his eyelids fighting to stay open. he's barely slept this week, and he's starting to feel the effects of it. he's lightheaded, detached, and just wants to rest.

as he's walking to the front porch, mug in hand, harry takes a moment to pause in the doorway of your master bedroom and admire you. sleeping, surrounded by white cotton comforters, drowning in pillows, your hair wildly framing your peaceful face. he just stays there for a while, leaning against the doorframe, watching. he often watches you sleep when he can't himself. it brings him relief knowing you can get the rest you need.

before he heads outside harry slips on his favorite quarter zip. as he's sitting on the stairs outside, he admires the sound of the waves crashing just a few hundred or so yards away from him. he finishes his hot cup of tea, closes his eyes and lets himself sit in the cold waves of the wind. it's nice. like sleeping without the nightmares.

the moment is short lived as he hears the door creak open behind him. he looks back, and is in disbelief at how beautiful you look just waking up. a nightdress that barely covers anything at all draping around your shoulders, messy bed hair, sleepy eyes and a smile as you stand with the door cracked open, admiring harry in return.

"morning," you say simply, your voice still soft and hoarse from sleeping. harry smiles at you with soft and loving eyes. you walk towards him and let the door close behind you as you cuddle up next to harry on the stairs.

you don't seem to mind the chill in the air. your exposed skin is still hot from the fire burning inside. you lean your head on harry's shoulder, reaching for his mug, seeing there's nothing left, and leaving the mug in his hands. harry's chest hums as he chuckles. "would you like some? kettle's still warm," he asks.

you shake your head. you want to stay right here with harry in this moment.

the sea is so beautiful at this time of the morning. the sun was up, but only just barely above the horizon. no clouds, no birds, just the waves and the wind carrying their breeze.

speaking of breeze, you begin to shiver the longer you're out there in only a sleep dress. you still want to stay with harry, enjoying the view with him, but he notices you shaking.

"darling, let's get you inside,"

harry sits you in front of the stove and opens the small latch, letting the door stay open as you attempt to warm your hands. harry feeds the fire and rearranges the coals to make it burn hotter for you. after a minute or so, he also slips off his quarter zip and pulls it over your torso, smiling to himself at just how big it looks on you.

you find yourself finally starting to warm up, your toes burying themselves into the fur rug you're sitting on. after harry pours you a cup of tea, he joins you next to the fire. "thank you," you tell him with a smile, eagerly taking a sip of the warm drink.

harry's arm wraps around you and he watches the fire as you continue to sip your tea, enjoying the feeling of it warming you up from the inside.

you relish this moment with harry. since moving here barely a month ago, you've grown so fond of these smaller moments throughout the day with him. watching the scenery, watching the fire, sitting in comfortable silence, sharing a kettle of tea in the morning and afternoon, simply enjoying each other's company and the peace you've created for yourselves. it was one of your favorite parts about settling into this little slice of life.

and, of course, there was all the alone time.

while living with harry at grimmauld place was lovely, there was never truly a moment alone with him there. you had your own room with locked doors, but could hear someone walking, talking, cooking, always something in the background.

here, you were completely alone. a lot of people might find this situation to be even more terrifying, being so far away from everything, but you both agreed the isolation made you feel safer. safe from death eaters, safe from drama, safe from other people.

the safety from being so alone out here also meant that you and harry could be vulnerable with each other 24/7. you never had to put on a face or pretend things were okay if they weren't. if harry had nightmares, he could make some tea and enjoy a moment outside alone without anyone trying to psychoanalyze him. if you wanted to lay in bed until it was dark out again, harry wasn't going to judge you for it.

that vulnerability spread into other parts of your life as well.

you set your mug down next to the fire and turned towards harry who's already watching you as you admire his blue eyes, bloodshot from barely sleeping last night, or the night before. you take his face in your hands and just hold him for a moment, feeling him lean into your touch as his eyes flutter close. "i love you, harry," you say just above a whisper, breaking the comfortable silence.

harry looks up at you, but his eyes are now full of lust. you barely have a moment to process what's going on before harry leans in for a gentle, wanting kiss.

harry's always so soft with you despite his clearly strong desire. you've never been with someone who wanted you so bad no matter how many times you've been with them. everything with harry was like the first time all over again; the same desperation and desire to please that just never left.

the kiss quickly gets heated as harry pulls his quarter zip off of you, making you both giggle at the fact that he just put it on you only a few minutes prior. your lips reconnect in a haste, not wanting even a single second away from each other.

harry lays you down on the rug beneath you as his hands make their way to your exposed legs, feeling the heat from the fire on your thighs. his shirt quickly comes off as well from you tugging at it. a moan escapes your lips just watching his body as he pulls the shirt over his head.

harry's suffered from many injuries in these last few years that have left him littered in scars. and while you obviously hate to think about harry in pain, something about his scars drove you crazy with lust. a brave boy who faced death and came back, now healing far away from the cruel world with you as his lover. it was just another reminder that you were safe, that he was finally safe.

harry smiles as he goes in to kiss you again, his hands going right back to your thighs as he pushes your nightdress above your panties. you're holding his face lovingly but harry pulls away from the kiss to look at you. he watches your expression intently as he starts sliding his fingers over your panties, earning a sigh of relief from you. harry's eyes grow darker the longer he teases you. he sits up to use his other hand to hold down your bucking hips, causing you to whine in frustration.

"patience," harry commands from you in a stern voice. you look up at him, jaw lax, breathing uneven, and simply give him a nod.

you love this side of harry. of course you fell in love with the soft, gentle, careful parts of him first, but over time you saw more and more of his angry, controlling, dominant side during sex that you were completely weak for.

living at hogwarts and then grimmauld place right after, most of your intimate moments with harry were kept quiet to avoid being heard. soft whispering, quiet moans, slow movements, and breathless orgasms under a heavy blanket with the lights dimmed. once you moved here, away from everything and everyone, things were different.

of course, you were both still a bit quiet and shy at first, not used to having a place all to your own where no one can hear you for miles. but, slowly, you and harry learned to break old habits and started experimenting together. a lot.

it seemed like neither of you could ever get enough of each other since coming here. you'd always been really attracted to each other, maybe more than the average couple, but something about being alone together in this corner of the world where the forest meets the ocean made you feel so connected, so in tune, and completely and utterly obsessed with each other.

it started with long, drawn-out, foreplay-heavy love making in your new bed to "break it in", sometimes spending hours each day just entangled together on top of the sheets, admiring the other's body and exploring every part. then it would slowly move over to the bath, naturally, after spending so much time sweating together in bed. after a while the sessions would get shorter as you would both be completely exhausted afterwards. instead, they increased in frequency.

either you or harry would find little opportunities to sneak in a quick fuck throughout the day between chores, or would give the other person head as they made dinner in the kitchen. it was thrilling. neither of you had ever been sexual outside of the bedroom/bathroom before, but you found it completely erotic.

you had yet to have sex in front of the fire, oddly enough, but you had thought about it quite a few times before. the warmth of the stove, the soft rug beneath you, the light on harry's skin, the sweat dripping off of him…

"[y/n]," harry said, snapping you out of your daze. "are you even listening to me?" he asks with a smirk.

you blush immediately, so lost in your thoughts about the sex you were just about to have that you couldn't even focus on what was currently happening…

"s-sorry…" you mumble. "you just drive me crazy," you admit shyly.

harry's hand pushes further into your hips, a groan crawling out of his throat as he glares at you. "don't make me cum already, darling," he growls, his voice deep and rumbling in his chest.

you whimper under his pressure, your back arching as your body attempts to find some kind of release from the growing tension inside of you.

"so fucking desperate already," harry says, clearly enjoying watching you struggle under his control. "if i could resist you even a little bit i would sit here and watch you struggle all day," he tells you as he leans into your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin. you wince and squeal, your heart racing from the pain.

harry smirks at your reaction. he sits up and releases the pressure on your hips, causing them to buck upwards instinctively. a pathetic "please," is all you're able to muster as you attempt to catch your breath.

normally harry wants to hear you do a lot more begging than that, but he's just as desperate as you are at this point and he can't resist you much longer.

harry props your legs up for him after helping you take off your panties, throwing them to the side as he lays between your thighs. you prop yourself up on your elbows to look down at harry who's hungrily looking between your eyes and your pussy. your breathing is rapid and shallow as your heart continues to thump in your chest. even after all these years and all the times you've seen harry between your legs you just never get used to the sight. he still gives you butterflies like a nervous girl with a crush.

your head rolls in pleasure as harry starts kissing your thighs; even in both of your desperate states, even when he's at his most dominant, he's still the gentle, loving harry you're so in love with.

harry's hands find your own and intertwine your fingers together as his tongue begins exploring your pussy. you can feel yourself getting even more wet as harry's mouth attaches itself to you, enjoying how you taste. moaning, whining, hips bucking onto harry's tongue, you start to feel yourself sweat from both the fire and harry's intense gaze up at you.

"f-fuck," you cry, your thighs instinctively squeezing around harry's head. he can't help but moan as he sucks on your clit, practically letting you ride his face.

you reach for your silky nightdress and lift it above your chest, exposing your nipples to the warmth of the fire as you continue watching harry make your legs tremble.

harry's eyes droop in pleasure. one of his hands grabs for your tits and the other applies the same pressure to your hips as before. you let out your first real moan above a whimper, your hips still trying to grind against harry's mouth as he continues pushing you further into the rug.

his tongue's now inside of you, teasing you as you clench around him, your thighs still quivering.

"harry, harry, please," you say breathlessly, begging for more. harry ignores you, instead only going slower to drive you mad. you groan in frustration. he looks back up at you for only a second, but you can see the smirk in his eyes.

his hand lets go of your tits before making its way to your thighs, pushing them away from his head as harry takes a moment to breathe. you're blushing, completely flustered, eyes half-open. "sorry," you apologize.

"don't be. give me more." harry demands.

his hand pushes further into your pelvis, his elbow holding down your thigh as you wince at the pressure.

harry's mouth returns to your clit as his fingers feel how wet you are for him. your body jolts at the sensation, but harry just holds you down tighter. starting with one finger, harry pushes inside you slowly as you writhe under his grasp. your hands get tangled in his hair again, desperately pulling his face further into your pussy.

harry just chuckles, looking up at you as he slowly pushes another finger inside you. you gasp, your grip in his hair tightening as your other hand plays with your tits. just the look in harry's eyes watching you chase your high is enough to bring you close to the edge.

harry's fingers were pumping in and out of your pussy, his lips and tongue still teasing your clit. your thighs threatened to close again, but harry kept them spread open for himself. "enough," he states, planting his elbows into your thighs and his hand against your pelvis. he glares up at you as he repositions himself. "stay."

you can feel your body react to the aggression in his voice. this is the hungriest, and hottest, side of harry you've ever seen. you're already brought back to the brink of orgasm as soon as you can see harry's fingers pumping inside you again, his wrist and forearm veins pronounced against the light of the fire as he picks up his speed.

the moans coming out of your mouth are filthy and involuntary, your mind going blank at the sudden rush of pleasure through your body. once harry's tongue begins circling your clit again, you don't have a chance at lasting much longer.

"i-i, harry, stop, i'm–" is all you're able to get out before your legs begin shaking, your head thrown back, crying out in overwhelming pleasure. it feels so good not having to hold back your moans anymore.

harry's lips detach from you, swollen, covered in your wetness. his fingers continue thrusting into you, gently now as you ride out your high. he slowly removes them after a moment, his hand and elbows relieving the pressure that kept you pinned to the ground.

you're still whining, your legs aching from struggling against harry's weight. they feel impossibly heavy as you try to bend your knees up. harry just watches you, enjoying the aftermath of his work.

you're still seeing stars by the time harry's pants have come off, his cock barely peeking through the front of his boxers. he starts rubbing himself through the fabric, his breathing becoming labored as you watched him in a daze.

you look up at him innocently through your eyelashes, your mouth slightly ajar as you lean your weight to one elbow, using the other hand to take his place. he lets you take over, slowly stroking his erection through his boxers, enjoying his gaze down at you from above. his hand goes to your cheek, softly tracing the curve of your smile.

his fingers delicately open your lips before roughly shoving them into your mouth. you make a surprised noise, but quickly begin sucking and licking his fingers. he pulls his boxers down with the other hand, and uses your spit to lube himself up. you lick your own fingers and do the same, helping guide his cock into you with a groan of both pleasure and discomfort.

harry gradually thrusts into you, letting you adjust to him, taking his time with you. he watches your aching pussy welcome his cock eagerly, your legs already starting to tremble from the pressure building inside you again. "oh, fuck," harry's voice cracks, his hands gripping your thighs as they continue to involuntarily shake.

a hand flies to your mouth, barely able to contain yourself already. seeing harry's face of relief as his cock slides all the way inside you only makes you clench around him tighter. he lets out a struggled breath, his grip on your thighs only tightening as he spread them open for himself again.

harry's eyes are closed in bliss, his thrusts slow but deep, forcing a whine from your throat each time he's completely inside you. he's starting to sweat, his hair hanging loosely around his forehead, arms flexed to keep his grip on you, his body leaning down into yours as he starts picking up his pace.

harry looks down at you. one of his hands grabs the hand covering your mouth. "let me hear you, angel," he speaks gently but his voice is hungry, immediately earning a soft moan from your lips. he smiles, leaning down to kiss you sloppily.

harry takes this time to really pick up his speed, adjusting his position to roughly thrust himself into your throbbing pussy. his hands grab for the back of your knees, forcing your legs to bend back as he only pushes himself into you more.

"oh my god," you gasp into harry's kiss, your hands wrapping around his shoulders to steady yourself. harry's forehead rests against yours, looking down, glasses fogged up from the heavy breathing and heat from the fire. he's watching himself from your angle, slowing down his thrusting to a torturous pace. you both groan at the feeling and sight of harry pushing his cock completely inside you and slowly pulling back out before thrusting into you again.

"fuck, baby, you take my cock so well, feel so fucking good," harry says breathlessly into your ear.  your nails dig into his shoulders as you try not to cum again already just from harry's voice. you're both sweating, faces pressed together, the fire slightly dying beside you but still creating a warm glow.

"y-you're, mmph, i'm so close, again," you cry, letting yourself rest back on the soft rug. you feel so at peace despite the growing tension in your stomach – watching harry prop himself up with one hand on the ground beside you and the other still holding your leg back, his chest heaving as he continues thrusting inside you with a growing pace.

harry looks at your twisted expression, eyes glossed over and cheeks flushed, your tits bouncing as he roughly uses your body for his pleasure.

"yeah?" harry looks at you, his grip on your leg tightening as he fucks you roughy into the rug. "fucking cum for me," he commands from you.

you barely need his permission before you're already over the edge, legs uncontrollably shaking, eyes rolling back, incoherent words getting lost in your broken moans and cries of pain.

it's all harry needs before he feels himself release inside you, still thrusting into you slowly as his cum spills out of your pussy.

your body is shaking from the sensation, your legs still vibrating as you clench around harry's cock. he struggled to finally pull out of you.

still trying to catch his breath, harry lovingly rubs your thighs as he watches your swollen pussy ache for the feeling of his cock again.

"so fucking beautiful, my love," harry sighs, relaxing his body on top of yours, his head in your neck. "my beautiful, beautiful girl," he repeats, covering you in kisses as he showers you with compliments.

you just giggle at him, exhausted, trying to come back down to earth.

"i can't…move," you mumble between breaths, your eyes drooping closed as your feet touch back down on the rug. you feel even more weak than before.

harry hums, kissing your forehead. "it's okay, i've got you, darling," he says with a warm smile.

he stands up, slowly, but isn't in as much pain as he expected. his knees are sore for sure, but otherwise, he couldn't feel better.

he leans down to help you sit up, guiding your body into his arms as he picks you up bridal style, your head resting in his chest. you giggle again but you're too weak to reject the gesture. he carefully carries you to the bathroom just down the hall from the living room.

harry runs you both a warm bath as you watch from the counter. he's still naked, as are you, but it's not awkward or sexual – it's just natural.

he shuts the water off and reaches for you once again. "i'm okay now," you insist, standing from the counter and steadying yourself with his hands. he still helps you walk to the tub before helping you climb inside. the water's extremely hot, but it feels so nice on your sweaty, aching skin.

"i'll be right back, gotta feed the fire, just wait for me, yeah?" harry says before he dips out of the bathroom.

looking around you as you warm the rest of your body with the water, you notice the candles sitting around the tub from the last time you both took a bath together. just the flash of the memory through your brain is enough to make your stomach twist into knots again. harry had you bent over the side of the tub as water splashed everywhere, the feeling of freedom and carelessness intoxicating you both as you cared about nothing but each other's highs.

with a flick of your wet hand, you light all the candles again, and the room is lit with a warm glow. it's not often you use magic anymore, harry prefers to do things manually now that you're both caring for a piece of land, but the convenience of certain spells are too useful to forget completely.

walking back in, harry smirks at all the candles being lit. he admires you for a moment, naked, sweaty, half submerged in the huge clawfoot bathtub surrounded by the glow of the candles. "trying to insinuate something, love?" harry asks, closing the bathroom door behind him.

you blush, curling your knees into your chest. "just thought it'd be nice to have some light," you say softly.

harry grabs you both towels and sets them next to the tub before climbing in himself. he positions himself behind you, holding your body as he guides you to relax into his chest. once you laid your head back, you and harry sat in comfortable, warm silence for a long while.

it takes a few minutes before harry's hands begin rubbing at your stomach, slowly, making ripples throughout the water as you lower your knees, letting harry comfort you. he's humming softly, your head rumbling in his chest. he rests his head next to your own and watches his hands from your perspective.

his rubbing gets further and further down your stomach, running his hands along your waist and hips before finally grabbing at your inner thighs roughly. you let out a pathetic whimper, watching his hands from above the water.

"is it bad that i already need you again?" harry chuckles, half joking but half already turned on. you shake your head quickly, your hips thrusting up for relief, moaning at his words. "no, need you, please," you respond desperately, looking over at him.

harry's eyes are darker once more, watching as his hands gradually move to your sensitive pussy. you groan in response, but harry quickly kisses you to cover it. "i know, baby, just let me take care of it," he says into your lips.

slowly circling your clit with soft fingers, harry watches as your eyes droop more and more from the building pleasure. eventually his fingers are back inside of you, gently pumping in and out. his head turns back to your body as he watches you react to him. his other hand goes for your tits, grabbing one roughly from just above the surface of the water.

while it feels good being teased you're insanely desperate for harry once again. your hand reaches behind you, feeling harry's growing erection against your back. harry's grip on you tightens as your hand starts stroking his cock slowly under the water.

"fucking dirty girl," he groans under his breath, taking his fingers out of your pussy to continue rubbing your clit. you cry out at the loss of feeling, your hand squeezing around harry as he just enjoys the feeling.

soon, harry's moved your hips to align with his, your arms holding your body up on either side of the tub as you slowly insert harry back inside your pussy once again. the familiar feeling is only enhanced by being underwater, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease as you adjust to the feeling.

"oh my god," you sigh, your stomach already tightening, thighs still a bit shaky. harry's guiding your hips expertly, groaning in pleasure watching your ass dip in and out of the water onto his lap. his head is resting against the edge of the tub, mind blank, solely focused on your pleasure and his.

"fuck, harry," you whimper again, rolling your hips around on his cock before thrusting it inside you again. harry wishes you could see just how sexy you look from this angle, your hair flowing down your back, your skin glistening in the candlelight, the water droplets running down your hips, it's enough to make him resist the urge to finish already.

"you're so perfect," harry groans. he smacks your ass, slapping the water with it, causing you to squeal and quicken your pace. the same filthy moans are still spilling from your mouth, hardly able to contain yourself in this situation. something about using the time meant to help each other clean up to only continue fucking makes you feel so dirty, so used, and it's driving you crazy.

harry suddenly stops you, much to your disappointment, and tells you to trust him. "just get out and stand up," he says.

you do as he says, and eventually harry has you bent over the bathroom counter, barely lit by the candles behind you. he slowly returns his cock inside of you, your bodies dripping water everywhere.

as harry's thrusts become more consistent, one hand grabs for your shoulder and the other for your damp hair. he forces your face to look in the mirror, your eyes barely open from the pleasure. "watch," he commands. your eyes shot open at his voice, tracing the shape of your shadows in the mirror in front of your face.

harry loses himself in you, his head rolling back in pleasure hearing you struggle to take his cock for a second time. you're trying to moan, say anything at all, but your voice is incomprehensible as harry only becomes rougher with you.

"god damn it, [y/n]," harry spits out, his voice clearly exhausted. his hands travel back to your tits, pulling you back up into him as he continues pounding into you from behind. you're a mess in his hands as they roughly grope your tits.

"look at you," harry growls into your neck, looking into the mirror just in front of you as his gaze meets yours. "so fucking sexy,"

your hands desperately grip the edge of the counter for balance, your legs getting more and more weak by the second. harry pushes you further over the counter, his moans becoming urgent.

"i'm gonna fill you up because you're fucking mine, yeah? look at this perfect body of yours," harry's voice strains, his sweaty chest against your back as he forces you to continue watching yourself get pounded in the mirror, one arm over your chest and the other holding your hips. the light of the candles is just enough to let you see harry's dark expression. "fucking perfect, just for me,"

you haven't been able to get a single word out, your mind spinning as harry only gets more and more desperate, his pace getting sloppy.

"fuck, baby, just be good for me and let me cum inside your tight little pussy, hm? let me show you what's mine,"

you're already starting to cum just from harry's words. the overwhelming pleasure racks your body harshly as harry continues to use you for himself. shaking, barely able to stand without his help, your voice is breaking as you cry out in ecstasy for the third time just this morning.

harry's barely able to last much longer. his thrusts have slowed to uneven, jerky motion as he feels his cum spilling deep inside you. breathy moans and aching bodies, harry rests against you with your body limp against the counter. he lifts his head from your neck to kiss your skin softly, everywhere, slowly helping guide you back to the tub for a second time. your legs are weaker than before and you're barely able to contribute as harry leans you into the water, still kissing your damp skin.

"i love you, i love you," he's mumbling between kisses.

you're too weak and dizzy to respond in any way, still trying to catch your breath as harry begins cleaning your skin. he rubs a soft rag along your chest, neck, back, shoulders, and arms. the whole time he's complimenting you lovingly, a gentle touch and warm gaze upon your tired face.

after washing himself, harry also dries you off, carrying you back to bed before getting you both dressed in comfortable, warm pajamas. "just rest for today, my love," he told you as he laid you down. you reach for his hands. "stay?"

harry smiles. you didn't have to ask, it was literally his bed too, but he admires how soft and innocent you are in this moment. though he loves to be rough with you like he just was, there's nothing more special in the world to him than the gentleness between you two. his whole life has been nothing but challenges, setbacks, problems, and you're everything but. he just wants to be soft and gentle with you.

harry climbs under the sheets, his body also succumbing to the ache and exhaustion. he wraps himself around you, already falling asleep against his chest. harry joins not long after, finally getting his much needed sleep without the threat of his nightmares.

a few weeks later it's just a bit warmer out than it has been, so you and harry immediately started the day doing outdoor chores while you could. harry was chopping wood as you cleaned up around the cottage garden. it was too cold most of the year to grow much of anything out of it, but you still liked to keep it manageable for the smaller animals that stopped by to look around.

you also took the time to admire harry, shirtless, sweaty, groaning each time he drops the ax into another cut of firewood. his body had become well built from all the manual labor he's been doing lately, carrying entire trunks or stumps of trees out of the forest, lifting heavy bags of mulch and dirt for you, digging out the flower bed around the cottage, he was more muscular and toned than you'd ever seen him. it never mattered what harry's body looked like to you, you always found him attractive no matter what, but you couldn't deny that his toned back and broad shoulders got you more worked up than usual lately.

it was nice getting to work on the home with each other, a comfortable silence filling the day broken by the occasional question, favor, kiss, or compliment. it was peaceful, this routine you both had, and it felt so natural to work with each other. you hardly had to communicate your ideas because you were often thinking the same things.

tea in the morning, chores once the sun is out, taking a dip in the ocean at sunset, and having a warm home cooked dinner in the dark, the cottage lit from within from candles and the fireplace. it was perfect. for both of you.

and, of course, the sex had never slowed down as well.

you had both joked at the beginning of your move that you didn't think you could ever stop yourselves now that you were isolated from the world, but that's exactly what ended up happening. neither of your desires could be relieved no matter how many times you tried. not that you wanted them to go away by any means, it was just overwhelming, the feral need to spend hours each day pleasuring each other in every way possible. it was always passionate and desperate for more, never becoming repetitive or any less exciting. it was exactly what you both needed and wanted all the time.

as the sun was setting for the day, you and harry sat together and shared an orange you had gotten at the market just a few miles away earlier that week. you were lucky to be close enough to something that offered fresh produce, even in the colder parts of the year. harry watched the waves crashing against the sand, his knees to his chest as you both steady yourself on a large rock between the cottage and the water.

"thank you," harry says softly. you look over at him, his hands now empty as he's swallowing the last of his orange slices. you finish yours as well. "of course," you respond.

harry shakes his head. "no. really. thank you, [y/n], for everything." he says, still watching the sea. you blush, giving him a soft smile before turning to watch it as well. "i'm finally, really, truly happy. for the first time in my life, i feel at peace." harry explains, still speaking softly just over the crashing waves.

you could cry just from harry's words. all you've ever wanted was for him to feel safe. he's had such a difficult start in life and didn't deserve what happened to him, or what he was forced to do. he deserved simplicity. a normal life in a normal home doing normal chores. he deserved to be happy.

overcome with love, you stand from the rock and grab harry's hand, pulling him with you. he silently follows you down the beach. once you're a few yards away from the shore, you pull down the straps of the dress you had been working in off your shoulders, letting the material slide right off your body and onto the sand as you continue heading towards the water.

you turn to look at harry, and he's stunned at how beautiful you are. the shape of your body against the warm sunset over the water, nothing but a pair of panties covering your sweaty skin. your hair was flowing in the salty breeze of the ocean, hands reaching for his as your feet began to touch the water.

harry's ripped and dirty blue jeans come off as well as his glasses, leaving them behind on the sand as he grabs for your hand. you walk into the water together, slightly shivering from the lingering chill beneath the warm surface, but quickly adjusting to the temperature. harry's only admiring you, like he always does, as you dip your head under the water and come up, pushing the hair out of your face.

harry does the same, wiping his face of the sweat and dirt that's collected over the work day with the salty water. this has become one of his favorite parts of your routine together, cooling off in the ocean after a long day. not just to wash off the sweat and stress of the day, but also to admire you in all your glory under the shining sun.

harry wastes no time reaching for you, pulling you into him as you float in his grasp. he holds you for a moment, mesmerized by the light in your eyes, a smile permanently fixed on his face. "my beautiful girl," he reminds you, his forehead leaning against yours. you hum, reaching your hands to his neck as you pull him in for a heated kiss.

you've had sex in the ocean a few times now, and it's quickly become one of your favorites. it's the ultimate form of freedom being naked together making love in the gentle waves, harry holding you around his waist as he hugs your body into his.

most nights you're both too tired from working to go further than sloppy making out and feeling each other up; but other nights, like tonight, you're both too desperate to care if it hurts.

as harry continues kissing you he carries you back to the shore, your legs still around his waist as he lays you down onto the sand. the water just barely washes over harry's legs as it meets the shoreline. you relax into the warm sand beneath you, harry already pulling your panties off. you giggle at his eagerness. he smirks, his hands gripping your waist hungrily.

you can see harry's erection through his soaking wet boxers barely hanging off his hips. just as eagerly, you pull them down for him as he kicks them to the side.

harry easily slides his cock inside of you, letting out a struggled sigh of relief at the feeling. no matter what's going on around him, harry will always feel perfectly in place when he's inside of you.

your hands are tangled in his wet hair, gripping tighter as he bottoms out. he moans desperately, leaning in for another kiss. his pace evens out to a familiar rhythm, your body wrapping around him as he fucks you into the wet sand. the warm sunset is perfectly met with the chilly breeze of the water that's still waving over both of you gently. each time it gives you shivers, your body arching into harry's from the shocking feeling.

harry's not sure if he's ever wanted to finish this quickly before. it was so perfect, this moment, the sun, the waves, you. he just couldn't believe this was his life. making love to the most beautiful girl in the world where the land meets the sea. he never thought life could be this simple and beautiful, but with you it was effortless.

he pulled away from the kiss to simply look at you, eyes drooping, cheeks blushing, eyebrows pinched together in desperation. he smiled. "i love you," he says so simply, his thrusts beginning to stutter against you. you smile back, eyes still half open. "love you, harry, so much," you manage to say between heavy breaths.

you pull him back in for a kiss, and feel his body weaken on top of you, leaning on his elbows for support in the uneven sand. "baby, baby," he tries to warn you, but you just continue kissing him and wrap your legs back around his waist, pulling him deeper into your pussy.

he completely unravels, pumping his cum inside you as he cries against your lips. "fuck," he keeps groaning in a broken voice. you can feel yourself letting go as well, your thighs squeezing around harry's waist as the water crashes into your body again, making you shake even more.

you both enjoy the moments after your climaxes together, letting the water continue to run over you as the sun's light falls below the horizon. harry, still inside you, his body resting on top of yours, tells you he loves you in the softest, sleepiest voice he can manage.

you kiss his head, reminding him how much you love him.

you both eventually sit up, covered in sand, and chuckle to each other about it. harry invites you back into the water where he washes you off, giving you a loving kiss under the dim sky.

he continues holding you there in the gentle waves, the emerging stars lighting the sky above you. he's a bit cold now, but he couldn't be more warm inside. harry just loves you and the little life you've built with him here on the sea. he feels happy, loved, and completely at peace in the ocean with you in his arms.

[apathetic-kiss]

The Rosier Family being social outcasts amongst the rest of the Sacred 28, not out of disgust or betrayal, but rather due to how the other families hold a morbid curiosity and slight fear towards the pure-bloods who seem to isolate themselves more than any other family.

For as long as anyone could remember, the Rosiers produced peculiar looking heirs; they all shared the same bone-white hair and gaping eye-bags, facial structure like fine china and long, bendy limbs. The children were always strange, seemingly intellectual and wise beyond their years, darkened pupils that seemed to stare into your soul if you made eye-contact for too long. They would chatter amongst themselves, rarely talking to the other pure-blood youths, preferring to whisper to each other in soft mumbles and squeaks. The Rosier children were never sent to Hogwarts, and rarely attended pure-blood banquets and balls. If they did, they trailed behind their parents and hid away in corners, blending in with the cryptids and ghosts which seemed to haunt every old wizarding mansion. When they aged, the Rosier offspring tended to become even more hermit-like; there was no presenting a daughter to society, no celebrations of a boy coming-of-age in the same way there was in other pure-blood families. They instead would disappear from pure-blood society for years at a time, their parents or aunts or siblings airily mentioning that they were abroad at the time.

In adult-hood, it was said the Rosiers only had one path of employment, and that was none. The blood-line was made up of inventors, of researches and explorers and users of dark magic, of witches and wizards who travelled the world and did unspeakable things in the name of discovery. Whispers existed amongst the Sacred 28 in regards to what the Rosiers had managed to uncover, invent, and twist their magic into, with rumours of anything from successful immortality, inter-species breeding, artificial life, and spells, hexes, and potions beyond one's wildest imagination. Whenever a Rosier died (as very few of them seemed to make it to old age), it was usually due to a tragic accident, a spell gone wrong or being mauled to death by a mysterious creature, a mix-up of potions or something along the lines of accidental, self-inflicted insanity. The private events such as funerals were barred from anyone outside the family line, preventing any further investigation into the births, lives, and deaths of the Rosiers.

The exception was if there ever was to be a union of two families when a wedding was held on the mysterious lawns of the Rosier mansion. Even then, it was kept relatively private, with only the immediate family of the non-Rosier spouse allowed to be in attendance, and the presence of a single writer to detail the events of the ceremony for the Sacred 28's records. However, weddings only ever seemed to happen once every forty years or so; there was only usually a single sibling married in a generation, the others dying mysteriously young or pledging themselves to their work for all eternity. It was as though the Rosiers only ever interacted and joined with another family for the sake of continuing the blood-line, and other than that would rather stay hidden away on the acres of property and endless wealth accumulated by the family over the generations.

The birth of twins Evan and Pandora Rosier was kept a secret from the rest of the Sacred 28 until their fifth birthday, when their mother brought them along to a morning tea hosted at a pure-blood mansion for the women to discuss the current political sphere of the wizarding world. The other women were shocked when Céline Rosier floo-ed into the mansion, her first public appearance in almost six years (they always invited her and her husband to events out of obligation and politeness, but the two very rarely showed to events. Secretly, the other family members were always slightly relieved when they didn't.). They were even more surprised at the addition of two white-haired children clinging to her robes, who she whispered to softly and sent outside to the court-yard to see the other children. Céline's sister, Druella Black, embraced her tightly, though the fury at her exclusion from her sister's life ever was apparent on her face; the family had cut her off both socially and financially after she chose to move to the Black family mansion instead of raising her children on the Rosier ancestral land. People had whispered about how this apparent betrayal to her roots and her aligning with the Black family instead would place a curse on her and her children, the rumours already whirling after her boys were born and were missing the signature pale hair; Druella had dyed her hair black the day after Sirius was born, a sign of rebellion against anyone who dared question her allegiance to the Blacks. Still, as they grew older, the lack of resemblance between the Rosier twins and the Black boys became more and more apparent regardless of the closeness in blood relativity. Nobody dared bring up the curse again, and Druella's maiden name and the history of her roots was never mentioned in Sacred 28 circles again.

Evan and Pandora grew up the same way generations of their ancestors had; isolated, surrounded by books, and most of all, alone. Their parents spent most of their days locked away in their own workshops, the job of child-rearing left to various members of staff and random family members who lived around the property. There were always wizarding scientists and researchers and medical professionals popping in and out of the mansion, some staying for tea and some staying for six months at a time, some who ignored the children and some who taught Evan everything he knew about potions. Though some would argue that this was no way for children to grow up, the twins would disagree; they had free-reign of the giant house and surrounding property, no bed time or limitations and complete access to their family library which had been accumulated over centuries to house over twenty-thousand books and manuscripts. When Pandora was eight, she decided she was going to read everything in the library before she died, even if it took her reading all day every day of her life (she gave this up not even twelve days into it, when had Evan begged her to put down the books and come camp down at the creek with him. She had obliged). They spent the first eleven years of their lives reading constantly and desperately, devouring novels and spell books and potion guides and studies on muggles and wizarding magazines and whatever they could get their hands on. They made potions and taught themselves non-verbal magic, experimenting with animals and transfiguration and manipulated all kinds of elements and metals and objects. They never learnt the distinction between light and dark magic, it all seemingly just a tool for them to learn how to further their skills. It was an incredible way to grow up according to them, and they wouldn't have changed it for the world. But before their shared eleventh birthday, everything had changed.

When the pair woke up and received their Hogwarts letters, they had simply tossed them to the ground and gone on with their day; Hogwarts was irrelevant to them, and only existed vaguely in their peripheral thoughts as something that other magical children were a part of. However, that night when they sat down for a very rare family meal, Céline had announced that the twins would be starting at the boarding school in September. That decision was final. After some push-back from her children, she had shut them down with a no-arguments look and the twins fell silent. They looked at each other with slight hesitation, not knowing what the hell to expect from this switch-up in the routine and life-style they had known all their life. That summer, Pandora had buried herself in books and journals written about Hogwarts and by Hogwarts students, attempting to learn and memorise everything she could about the school and its history. Evan on the other hand, was in complete denial; he shut down any mention of the school by his mother or sister, and refused to engage in Pandora's discussion about aspects of the curriculum or what their experiences at the school may be. He spent most of his time leading up to their departure for Hogwarts locked in the upper rooms of the mansion, experimenting on frogs and rats and mice as he perfected more spells and potions he was working on (though he did occasionally allow Pandora to join him and help work out the flaws in his potion-work, as long as she promised no mention of their upcoming time at the educational institute that will not be named).

The first problem that came along at Hogwarts was the expectation that they mingle with the other pure-blood families; they had only very rarely interacted with other children, and so the idea that they were supposed to befriend and talk to these other pure-bloods was an alien concept to them. Evan and Pandora had spent a little time with Regulus and Sirius as kids, but the brothers were already sitting with Sirius' Gryffindor friends in another carriage. However, this did mean the twins had an excuse to sit alone together and bury themselves in books (Pandora in her now-battered copy of Hogwarts; a History, and Evan in a definitely illegal book on the anatomy of various creatures and how to best butcher them for black-market sale).

The second problem that arose for the twins was the discovery at the sorting ceremony that they were to be in different houses. Evan was called up first, and the whispers had already begun about which house the first Rosier to ever attend Hogwarts would be in. The hat barely touched his head before shouting out Slytherin, and he had made a bee-line for where Regulus was seated with the other first years on the table. However when the hat was placed on Pandora's head, it had deliberated for a few seconds before calling out Ravenclaw. Evan had felt his face drop and the his look of horror matched Pandora's own; there was nothing wrong with Ravenclaw of course, but the awfulness of not being in the same house as his sister was something that hadn't even crossed his mind. They had spent their whole lives together, they were attached at the hip, they were practically the same person, right? Right? He watched Pandora drift over to her house table with a mournful look on her face, nodding with fake reassurance at her when their eyes locked. They would make this work.

The third problem Hogwarts presented the twins was the issue of their apparent disconnection from the rest of the wizarding world. Though this was something that had never bothered them before, and something they had in fact felt proud of in their childhood, it was now becoming a problem. Evan had never shared a room with anyone aside from Pandora, and his social skills... left room for improvement. His room-mates, Regulus and Barty, thought he was a total asshole who hated the both of them, when in reality he simply didn't understand the premise of politeness; he and Pandora had always been brutally honest to one another and to their parents, and this just seemed like the norm until he arrived at Hogwarts. Pandora's roommates on the other hand seemed to catch on to her apparent otherness immediately, and quickly shunned her from their group for being weird and creepy (it actually took Pandora a few weeks to catch onto the fact that they were being mean to her; she just figured the other girls were ignoring her out of nerves, the same way she was anxious every time she tried to start a conversation with them. She discovered this was not the case though after the fifth time she had tried to talk to one of them, and they had all left the room giggling and pointing at her). Neither of them made any real friends in their first year, and were utterly miserable.

Things perked up in their second year. Regulus had gotten into a fight with Sirius over summer and the two were no longer on speaking terms. Barty's presence had started to become truly annoying to Regulus, so Evan and Pandora became the only ones Regulus deemed appropriate company as the two were happy to sit in silence and read together. Pandora also managed to befriend an older Slytherin girl, Dorcas, as the two had striked up a conversation about Herbology in the library and become study partners. Dorcas was struggling in her third-year potions, a subject Pandora was well-versed in and knew all kinds of tips and tricks in. Pandora was barely passing Defence Against the Dark Arts as the theory was mind-numbingly boring to her, but luckily it was Dorcas' best subject. Evan and Regulus were quickly added to their study group due to their proficiency in other subjects, and when he could be convinced to shut up, Barty would sometimes lounge on a nearby table and pretend to do work. How he managed to have the highest grades of all of them, that was the true mystery.

Their little rag-tag group of five only grew closer over the years at Hogwarts, and stuck together through all the triumphs and traumas. They were there for each other when Dorcas was made quidditch captain, when Sirius ran away and Regulus was left alone, when Evan and Pandora's mother died in fifth year, when Regulus was made a prefect, when Dorcas' sister contracted a terminal illness, when Barty came back from Christmas break with red marks up and down his back. They were there for each other through it all, and Evan never knew the meaning of found family until their group of five found each other; to the Rosiers, family was blood and blood was family, end of story. He had never known there was an alternative, but he didn't care; his mother and father had never held him when he cried, but Dorcas had wrapped her arms around him after he broke down thinking of his mother being lowered into the ground.

And, after everything went down and everything went to shit, Regulus and Barty had held him in the shower as his shoulders shook, terror and fear and mourning wracking his body as he thought of Pandora. His beautiful sister, the most important person in his life, the other half of his soul had denounced him, had said she would kill him herself if she ever saw him again, had screamed at him with ferocity unseen ever before after seeing the tattoo that now decorated his forearm. She'd refused to listen to him and his pleas to join him, to follow him into the darkness of discovery, to become powerful together. After everything they had been through, they'd each chosen family in their own way; Evan, in following Regulus and Barty into the darkness Voldemort's growing allegiance, and Pandora, in remaining isolated from the affairs of the outer wizarding world, in separating herself from anyone who was not blood or who betrayed their blood, and in cutting off their apparent found family at the drop of a hat.

At the end of the day, it all came back to family, to the Rosiers, and to the endless, relentless isolation.

Evan died alone on a battle-field, his body left on a beach to be reclaimed by the elements as his soul departed for the afterlife. Pandora felt the second he left this plane of existence, a string inside of her cut and leaving her forever longing for the brother she had lost a long time ago. She had looked out her kitchen window after the day of his death, seeing a pair of two dark-haired men standing in the paddock across from the Rosier mansion, the empty space left for her twin apparent in the middle of the two men. They had all looked at one another for a moment, before her old friends had disapparated into the winds of the day. Pandora sighed quietly, a tear falling down her face as turned back towards the bubbling cauldron she was minding. She wiped her face quickly as she heard her husband walking up the stairs, and fixed her face with a soft smile.

Pandora died alone in the backyard of her childhood home, a flash of blue light being the last thing she saw before her body fell to the ground. Her last thought was not of her twin, but rather of her daughter he never got to meet, and the regret she felt at subjecting her to seeing her mother die like that. As she felt herself cross into the afterlife, it was as though a part of her soul let out a sigh of relief. Though she was leaving behind her family, she was to join Evan and her parents once again. Maybe that was for the best.

Xenophilius locked up the Rosier mansion for good after his wife was buried in the family graveyard, moving his young daughter away from the house which had always rubbed him the wrong way. The halls, the bedrooms, workshops, and library would stay empty for many years, preserved with spells and protective enchantments keeping the mansion pristine and untouched by the years gone by. If one were to visit now, it would look as though the Rosiers were still there, and perhaps had simply gone for a walk, and would return any minute. They say the ghosts of the Rosier bloodline still haunt the house, the chatter of laughter and the sound of scribbling and the turning of pages echoing through its empty, abandoned hallways.

Another family lost, forgotten to the magic of time passing.

[nesiacha]

The Massacre of Jaffa: Bonaparte's Lies

This tragic episode of the Jaffa massacre will explore the events surrounding the massacre carried out by Napoleon Bonaparte, the lies he used to justify it, and how these falsehoods were later repeated by others, including Eugène de Beauharnais, to defend the executions. Although Eugène was not involved in the massacre, he consciously repeated his stepfather's lies. In this analysis, we aim to avoid both the golden legend and the black legend.

On March 7, 1799, Jaffa fell to the French army during their campaign in Syria. The city became the site of a particularly brutal massacre of prisoners, some of whom, according to testimonies, were civilians. The main figure responsible for this carnage was Napoleon Bonaparte.

The account of Jaffa’s capture has been shared in various versions, from immediate eyewitness accounts to official narratives published later. This diversity of perspectives raises important questions about how the events were perceived and reported, both by direct witnesses and by French authorities.

The siege of Jaffa was part of Napoleon’s Egyptian campaign. After capturing the city, the French encountered a determined garrison composed of soldiers from the army of Djezzar, the Pasha of Acre. The attack on Jaffa was intense and violent, leading to a massacre that targeted both soldiers and civilians.

Bonaparte justified this massacre with two lies. The first was that the prisoners had committed perjury (a complicated lie), and the second was that there was a lack of provisions (a simpler lie). Years later, Bonaparte even reduced the number of prisoners and continued to lie about the massacre, even on Saint Helena. This caused discomfort and raised further questions about the truth.

Men loyal to Bonaparte, such as Eugène de Beauharnais, also repeated these lies (although Eugène was not directly responsible for the massacre at Jaffa, he openly echoed his stepfather’s fabrications and must have known the truth, as he was present on the ground)to justify this massacre . You will see that these justifications do not hold up in the link I will share. Initially, I planned to write an article on the subject, but I found a French website containing the work of Cyril Drouet, who does an excellent job of debunking both the golden and black legends surrounding Bonaparte. His work includes testimonies and exposes the violations of wartime laws.

The golden legend justifies the massacre by relying on Bonaparte's lies, while the black legend portrays him as a man who enjoys massacring people for pleasure or executes people based on whim. Both of these views are false. I believe Bonaparte when he states that he did not take pleasure in such actions and was haunted by certain decisions (this perspective comes from someone who generally dislikes Bonaparte).

However, the Jaffa episode is revealing. Bonaparte sometimes believed that instilling fear in his enemies was the only way to deal with them, even if it meant ignoring basic rules. What happened? His opponents, who were seasoned soldiers, only intensified their resistance. These were not impressionable civilians. Bonaparte's victories, or defeats, came at such a high cost that they were often humiliating, resulting in what could be described as a Pyrrhic victory. I have the impression that Bonaparte was occasionally unable to think long-term and focused only on short-term gains.

Indeed, it has been observed that, contrary to popular belief, the victory against Delgrès in Guadeloupe was difficult. Richepanse himself acknowledged this, and for good reason: the soldiers facing him were experienced and well-trained in the art of war. Initially, Richepanse thought that the soldiers who fought against the restoration of slavery, having already faced the British, would bend under intimidation. This was an absolute mistake. Furthermore, the expected economic results never materialized. Similarly, in Saint-Domingue, the conflict ended with a victory and the proclamation of Haiti.

What is the connection to Jaffa? In a similar vein, the massacre not only strengthened the resolve of his enemies but also prompted the Ottomans to justify the execution of some French soldiers by sabre after this massacre ordered by Bonaparte. This is one of the many reasons why rules regarding the treatment of prisoners were established during wartime and should never be violated. (Interestingly, Ottoman forces, according to some testimonies, were more merciful than the French troops.) In short, Bonaparte’s attempt to intimidate the Ottomans by carrying out this horrific massacre under false pretenses failed, having the opposite effect.

I had initially planned to create a separate post, but I found an archived history forum, now closed, where a user named Cyril Drouet gathered all the testimonies and dismantled Bonaparte's and his allies' lies. It's an insightful read and provides a more analytical summary of the issue than I could. You can access it here: https://web.archive.org/web/20170629145019/http://passion-histoire.net/viewtopic.php?f=55&t=37621&sid=7f51b3c72ebbbe9534d2d163d70204fe (it’s in French, but can be translated into English).

For more information on Guadeloupe or Haiti, here are some posts I've written, which touch on the subject alongside Jaffa: More information on slave revolts in the Caribbean Louis Delgrès: Freedom Fighter Mini portraits of three revolutionary women A revolutionary and white battalion leader

The most comprehensive piece so far is about Haiti: The shocking acts by the French army

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's an interesting property- The Henderson Castle is an 1895 Victorian in Kalamazoo, MI. 14bds, 16ba, $4.998M. The Henderson Castle hosts weddings, events, corporate retreats, group dining, murder mystery dinners, haunted history tours, bachelor/bachelorette weekends, family reunions, cooking classes, wine tastings and much more. It's turn-key, so it must come fully furnished.

Look at this gorgeous original entrance foyer.

Wow, huge entrance hall. Look at the original millwork. It's magnificent, the ceilings, moldings, stairs.

There are many dining rooms. The description says that it's ready to make money the first day, for the new owners, so I guess the staff comes with it.

Look at the chef that conveys.

Wow, they're leaving that statuary?

Several dining rooms.

The bar is beautiful. Look at the ceiling.

They show the pantry but not the kitchen. It looks like a combination of commercial & vintage.

The powder room has a baby changing table.

The antiques are worth millions, alone, if turn-key means they're leaving them.

Beautiful stairs to the 2nd level.

This is amazing.

This bedroom has a table for 2.

The en-suite has Victorian touches. Look at the plumbing on the wall.

A beautiful bedroom. I wonder what's up the stairs.

Gorgeous terrace.

This dining room has a pipe organ.

This was one of the murder mystery dinners.

More gorgeous stairs to maybe a private venue dining room.

Amazing - a hot tub on top of the roof.

And, this is a guest house.

Another hot tub in the garden.

Beautiful grounds on 3.21 acres.

Set up for a wedding. What a place. Look at the silver roof on the tower.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/100-Monroe-St-Kalamazoo-MI-49006/303785141_zpid/

[cheyohara]

While the woman rocked back and forth on her feet, Chey was attempting to decipher if she was more envious of the shade of Chucks the other was sporting or of the cup of hot apple cider she held in her hands. Typically the professor preferred her cider to be of the hard variety but the seasonal favorite the other was using to keep warm smelled fantastic.

Hazel then shifted to her own Converse clad feet as a smile pulled at her lips. "Thank you," the coffee drinker said easily, still locked in momentary admiration of her shoe choice.

"Really— they do?" A crease wrinkled her brow as her gaze panned to the woman at her side. "These are so flexible," Chey commented as she shifted around in her shoes. "Well, that's unfortunate. Apparently Chucks are no better than Reeboks in that department then. The low tops are such a vibe though, I dig that."

The confession that followed the pronouncement of courage widened the brunette's expression in nothing more or less than surprise that faded into interest piqued. "That so?" Chey sipped her hot coffee, appreciating the way it warmed her, "I mean— how huge? I'd be inclined to agree if it weren't set up as a spectacle to give people a good scare. Have you ever passed by this place any other time of year?" Specifically, the professor was thinking deeper into the dark mystique of winter. Or even late fall would work.

Clearly, Chey too had gone over similar thoughts. She was the type of woman that spent evenings winding down to true crime documentaries. Some of which she'd moved away from lately as she and Max usually curled up on the couch to movies before they were taken by slumber.

"You know— you'd be fun to explore abandoned places with," the brunette complimented. What came to mind was how much her haunted house companion would dive into the mystery of a place. "Have you ever done that?"

A moment after her haunted house partner moved up toward the entry, Chey followed and sipped her coffee another time. Part of her felt as though she needed to drink it down a bit in the chance that a jump scare got her good enough to toss the hot liquid at someone. These things made her a little anxious. People jumping out at her took Chey on a trip down memory lane that wasn't so pleasant.

"We might become bonded by what we see and experience so good call," with a wink, the professor gently nudged the beautiful woman now known to be Sara. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Chey. I'll tell you now, I've got the courage to give it a go but please don't let me punch anyone." / @sarayoon

Sara was about to answer the other's question when that compliment stopped her from doing so and prompted the short-haired woman to glance at her own shoes. There was a smile on her lips as she rocked back and forth on her feet for a brief moment, before returning her attention to the beautiful hazel-eyed brunette. "Thank you." She replied gracefully. "Yours are lovely, too, by the way. I wish high-tops didn't hurt my ankles as much as they do, though." She almost pouted at the thought. The way her lips twitched up indicated that she was about to do so, but stopped herself as it would've seemed a little childish to strangers.

Not to mention that, since Sara always took her shoes off upon coming home, regular Converse shoes or Vans shoes were easier to do so. And there was also the child factor. She would always take Converse or Vans shoes over anything else because they were more comfortable to wear when running after the little tornado she had at home.

"But to answer your question, I am working up the courage." She chuckled softly, bringing up the cup of apple cider up to her lips and taking a sip from the warm liquid. "Mostly because I'm a huge fan of true crime, and this seems like a great place for murder, if you ask me." Oops... was it too soon to let her dark tastes come out? At least she wasn't talking about all the dark romance she would read in public while keeping the straightest face ever, right? "I mean, a dark place with lots of spots to hide a body that would probably only be found near the next Halloween? Oof..." She chuckled nervously. "But you seem like a good haunted mansion buddy, so let's go in."

With a decisive nod, Sara then motioned her head towards the door and stepped closer to the entrance, then waiting for Chey to join her so she could link arms with her current companion. "I'm Sara, by the way. I figured we should know each other's names if we're going on this adventure together." / @cheyohara

[tightjeansjavi]

Lazuli | Joel Miller and Ellie Williams

A/N: here’s the sweet dad/daughter vibes we have all been patiently waiting for. Bird watcher! Joel is such a sweetie pie.

~word count: 1.8k~

Summary: Joel finally gets to live the simple life with his daughter Ellie by his side.

Warnings: light angst, fluff, lots of dad daughter vibes, Joel is a real softy in this, he’ll do anything to make his kid happy, unconditional love, lots of soft dad vibes, Joel is just a content old man with his bird watching book that Ellie gifted him, Joel finally gets his sheep!!

Joel Miller knows deep within his withered bones that it wasn’t time that did it. He knows that it wasn’t time that did it because time is constrained; as much as it is flighty. Time passes by in a blur. Days, months, weeks, years. No, it wasn’t time that did it. It was a 14 year old girl named Ellie Williams. Joel’s light through the never ending darkness that had once swallowed his soul whole. Ellie was a beacon of hope that shone brightly through the treacherous stormy seas that once resided in Joel’s heart. When you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light. Joel remembers this symbol all too well. Ellie Williams; Joel Miller’s savior.

Joel was stubborn, rough around the edges and hiding years worth of turmoil and demons that haunted his living nightmares. Ellie came swinging at his harsh exterior, and nearly impassable defensives with a fucking sledge hammer. She chipped away at his looming concrete walls with her day in and day out of shitty puns, contagious joyous laughter, and her smile. Her smile that made this grumpy man feel like that for the first time in 20 years, he could find the meaning of home inside a person once more. Yes, it was true. Joel Miller loved Ellie as if she truly was his own. Ellie was his daughter just as much as Sarah was and after everything they endured and survived together, he could not picture his life without her in it.

Everything Joel did was for her. For his baby girl. Ellie didn’t understand it then, and maybe she would never understand why Joel did the things he did, but all he prayed for was her forgiveness. When the truth was uttered from his lips, and the dust settled into calm, Joel was terrified that Ellie would never want to speak to him again. He did it out of love. He did it because she was his world, and she shone brighter than the sun, than any star in the goddamn sky. Ellie was his home, and Joel was hers.

Ellie didn’t speak to him for months after the events at the hospital. She was hurting just as much as he was, and it tore her up inside to not be as close to him as she once was. Summer turned to fall, fall to winter and when spring rolled around she was finally ready to speak to him again.

Joel had just gotten back from another successful patrol run with Tommy and a few other men. He was untacking his horse back at the stables when Ellie had approached him. He didn’t hear her at first, bad ear and all that. He had just hauled the saddle over the saddle rack when Ellie had popped up. “Jesus—kiddo? What’re you doin’ sneakin’ up on your old man like that? Tryin’ to send my ass to an early grave or somethin?’” He chuckled warmly.

“Sorry about that, Joel. I almost forgot about my old man’s bad ear. Did you and uncle Tommy find anything interesting out there?” She was leaning against the saddle rack, arms crossed with her signature little Ellie grin.

“Almost forgot about it? Now that hurts, El. We saw a few deer and some coyotes. No Infected for miles, and not’a lick of raiders out there.” He started brushing down his horse then. The most mundane tasks were becoming a stable comfort for Joel. It was nice to spend some time with the horses. They were fantastic listeners after all.

“Oh? Well, that’s fantastic news! Listen, Dina and I went for a ride yesterday and we stumbled upon this really nice plot of land. Just about a mile's ride to the west, and it’s got tons of tree coverage. I think there’s enough acres for you to even have your sheep farm..” she trailed off as she played with the hem of her shirt.

Joel slowly looked over at her as he ceased the brush movements over his horse’s withers. “You remembered that I wanted to have a sheep farm? Kiddo..what’re you sayin’? That we should skip town and live out in the woods?”

“Dad, of course I remembered that you wanted to have a sheep farm. Remember how romantic I said it was? Just you and some sheep? We could build a nice big cabin and a barn for the sheep and some horses. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Dad

Joel felt his heart lurch from the confines of his chest when Ellie called him Dad. She had never called him dad. It had been so many years since.. “How about this, Tommy and I will go check out this plot of land that you and Dina discovered, and then we can discuss maybe movin’ there. Does that sound like a good plan?” He could feel his eyes sting lightly with freshly brewed tears as the 3 letter word rocked his soul more than Ellie could even imagine.

“Alrighta. That sounds like a good plan. Hey, I gotta run. Meeting Dina at the mess hall but I’ll see you at home, okay?” Ellie was already pushing herself off the side of the saddle rack, taking a few steps before she was wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug with her cheek pressed against his back just like old times.

Joel couldn’t hide the infectious smile from spreading across his face. His dimples poked through as the corners of his eyes crinkled. He was smiling so hard his cheeks began to ache. He turned around in her embrace so he could properly hug her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head as he held her close. “Yeah, I’ll see you at home kiddo.”

Joel had an increasingly difficult time saying no to his kid after that. He’d do anything to make her happy, and if building a log cabin in the woods would make her happy, then so be it. It took him, Tommy, and any able bodied man in town the rest of the year to build the cabin, barn, and fenced in pasture.

Maria had woven together two wool quilts for Joel and Ellie, while Joel and Tommy crafted most of the furniture together. Stories of the past were shared over a couple beers under the hot summer rays. On Joel’s nightstand he had his favorite photo of Sarah. She had the biggest smile on her face as Joel was playfully covering her eyes. He kissed it before bed every night. Next to that photo was his favorite picture of him and Ellie. Tommy had taken it when Shimmer had her foal last spring. Joel was looking over at his daughter lovingly. The final photo was of Joel, Tommy, and Tess. He still missed her on some nights, and she never looked more beautiful.

Joel even got his dream to own some sheep. Three to be exact. They were named Sarah, Ellie, and Tess. (Yeah he was quite the softy)

When Ellie came to him one crisp fall morning asking if they could get a dog, Joel’s immediate response was no. A few horses and sheep was enough to keep them busy, but a dog? That was going to be a whole other task. He caved however when Ellie had asked him enough times. So, Ellie came home with what Joel first thought was a..rat. Upon closer inspection he realized it was in fact a scrawny puppy. “He was the runt of the litter and Maria told me to take him home. What do you think we should name him?”

“Callus.” Joel responded with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

For Joel’s sixty-fifth birthday, he was surrounded by his family, and close friends he made in Jackson. Maria had made him his favorite cake and Tommy insisted that his older brother wear a party hat that had seen better days. “How old are ya again big brother?” Tommy asked with a light smile as the cake was being cut. “Sixty-five years old, you little shit.” Joel responded with a light chuckle, and a playful glare in the younger Miller brother’s direction.

“Goddamn. Sixty-five? You’re fuckin’ ancient.” He chuckled.

Joel gave him a light punch in the shoulder. “Ancient and can still easily kick your ass.”

This caused Joel’s goddaughter, Amelia to giggle from where she was sitting on the floor next to Callus, sneakily feeding him a tiny piece of her cake. Joel was secretly over the moon when he found out that Tommy and Maria were having a little girl, and even more so when he was asked to be her godfather.

“Daddy? Uncle Joel is sooo silly! He’s the silliest!”

“He sure is, babygirl. Don’t give Callus too much of that, okay? He’ll get a tummy ache.”

Joel was so happy that his brother was getting to experience being a girl-dad. He was a fantastic father, just like Joel always knew he would be.

When it was time for presents, Joel had let out a groan because he insisted that no presents were necessary and he didn’t need anything except for his family to keep him happy. Materialistic possessions were nothing compared to those he held closest to him. “What did I say about presents, kiddo?” He wrapped his arm around Ellie’s shoulder as she sat down beside him on the couch.

“I know, I know dad. Just open it okay? You’re gonna love it.” Ellie placed the gift into her father’s lap with a small smile. “I promise it’s nothing crazy either. I just saw it in town the other day and knew I had to get it for you.”

“Course i’ll love it kiddo. Anythin’ you get for me I always love.” He carefully tore at the paper that had been hand pressed with twine used for a makeshift bow. Once the gift was unraveled, a smile graced his aging features. “Bird watchin’ for beginners? This is actually really neat. Always wanted to do some bird watchin’ out here. Thank you, babygirl. I love it.” He set the book to the side before pulling Ellie in for a warm hug.

“You’re welcome dad, I love you.” Ellie hugged him tightly.

“I love you more kiddo. More than anythin.’”

Rain, shine, or snow, Joel was out on the wrap-around porch every morning with his bird watching book in one hand, and a steaming mug of coffee in the other. Callus would be comfortably sleeping along his feet while Joel would excitedly whisper to his furry companion about all the birds he saw that day. His favorite was the Lazuli Bunting. He would share his bird discoveries with Ellie when she would come home from school, and work at the stables back in Jackson. On the weekends she’d sit alongside him with a book, glancing up every so often to see her dad in his happy place watching the birds.

This is how his life was till his very last day. Bird watching, Callus at his feet, and Ellie Williams; the once stubborn, witty, fun loving teenager that taught Joel Miller how to love again. To live again. It was all thanks to her, his bright shining light in the once vast darkness that encased his heart.

Tagging some friends that I think will enjoy: @chaotic-mystery @peterhollandkait @darkroastjoel @cavillscurls @thetriumphantpanda @morning-star-joy @dinsdjrn @cupofjoel @sinsofsummers @korynnekorynne @kirsteng42

[mediamixs]

Winnie The Pooh Blood And Honey will have a third part in 2025

Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 3 is set to redefine the boundaries of horror in the realm of cinema. With its intriguing premise and chilling atmosphere, this upcoming film promises to captivate audiences and leave them on the edge of their seats.

Building upon the beloved characters from A.A. Milne's classic tales, Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 3 takes a dark and twisted turn as it explores the haunting depths of the Hundred Acre Wood. Directed by a visionary filmmaker known for pushing the boundaries of the genre, the movie delves into the sinister underbelly of a seemingly innocent world.

The plot follows Winnie the Pooh and his friends as they encounter a series of inexplicable and terrifying events that threaten to unravel the fabric of their reality. Strange disappearances, eerie whispers in the night, and unexplainable phenomena plague the once peaceful forest, leaving its inhabitants paralyzed with fear

As the mysteries deepen and the danger escalates, Pooh and his companions must confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets in order to survive. With each twist and turn, the line between friend and foe blurs, forcing them to question everything they thought they knew about their world and each other.

What sets Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 3 apart is its masterful blend of horror and nostalgia. While staying true to the essence of the original stories, the film subverts expectations and delivers a bone-chilling experience that will linger long after the credits roll.

The visual aesthetics of the movie are both haunting and mesmerizing, with lush cinematography that brings the eerie beauty of the Hundred Acre Wood to life. From the shadowy depths of the forest to the moonlit clearings where danger lurks, every frame is meticulously crafted to immerse viewers in a world where the line between childhood wonder and adult terror is razor-thin.

With a talented cast bringing these iconic characters to life, Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 3 promises performances that are as haunting as they are memorable. From Pooh's unwavering determination to Piglet's trembling vulnerability, each character grapples with their own inner demons as they navigate the nightmare unfolding around them.

As anticipation builds for its release, Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 3 is poised to leave an indelible mark on the horror genre, proving that even the most beloved stories can take on new and terrifying dimensions. So prepare to journey back to the Hundred Acre Wood, but beware – not all childhood memories are as sweet as they seem.

[merbear25]

Denmark

Farm house

Haunted

SFW

Go!

Hello, hello! Thank you so much for sending a request for the event. I hope you like it 💜🧡

You weren’t afraid of the dark? What about the things that went bump in the night? An old farm house that was reported to have strange unexplainable occurrences became the perfect place to test your nerves. With a ouija board and candles for ambience, you and your friend set out to see if these rumors were true.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, ouija boards, mentions of ghosts, murder, death, weird happenings

Not just the wind (Denmark)

The full moon hung overhead in the clear midnight sky. Its rays guided you up the path to the house that was overgrown with vines and weeds, and the crisp breeze carried the faint scent of rotting wood. The farm house hadn’t been tended to in what looked like decades—forgotten by the villagers out of fear of whatever was lurking within.

“You can back out now if you want.” Your friend turned around to witness your reaction.

“I keep telling you I’m not scared! There’s nothing to be scared of out here.” You gestured to the empty field. “Nothing but crickets and worms out here.”

“That’s what all the others said too.” He smiled at you before turning back around.

The rustling of the dry grass filled the otherwise dead air as your shoes kicked up the dirt. He was humming to himself softly, almost in excitement, while you neared the back entrance. “You’re not going to start with a bunch of tall tales, are you?”

The mocking tone of your question forced a laugh out of him. “It’s so daring of you to speak badly about such things! I’m sure these ghosts will have a lot of fun with you.” His amusement echoed across the acers and knocked at the flimsy door.

Forcing your way through, the stench of rotten meat flooded your senses. “Oh, God! What the hell is that?”

“Someone must have been hiding out here, but I don’t see anything.” He checked out the downstairs, and there appeared to be no sign of anyone having been there.

When he shrugged at you, a chill nipped at the back of your neck. “Let’s just do what we came here to do.” You went off to the supposed living room to set up the candles, placing each one down with care. After setting the ouija board up on the floor in the center of the room, you promptly sat down and motioned to him to act with more urgency.

“”There’s nothing to be scared of out here’,” he teased.

Brushing off his comment, you allowed him the honor of asking the first question. “Someone with such nerves of steel should have this honor.”

The sounds of amusement made the empty house feel full and lively, creating more light than the sun ever could. In spite of your gnawing regret, being in the presence of someone as vibrant as he was brought the color back to your face. Placing his hands on the planchette, his gleeful smile gave you the courage to follow his lead. 

“Let’s start with something easy. Are there any spirits here?” A moment turned into a minute that dragged on and on.

“I think that’s an answer within itself.” Your long sigh was then snatched out of your throat from a sudden lurch. “You did that on purpose just to scare me!”

“No! No, I didn’t!” Your eyes drifted down to the board that read ‘yes’. “Why don’t you try asking it something?”

“There is no ‘it’!” The attempt to suppress your fright was shaky because it was now chipping through to your core.

“Well, ask anyway.”

“How long have you been here?” Your hands moved over the numbers 1-9-6-2. “Wait, is that the year? Surely not because—”

“Yeah, that’s one of the years that’s brought up on every podcast that mentions this place.” 

Being one of many murders that took place on this property, it was among the few that kept the history of the house going. Bodies found in the crawl space, while teeth, skulls, and pelvises were scattered across the 30 acre land, many of which remained unretrieved to that day.

“Are you friendly?” The wrench thrown in the tension did little to lessen it as ‘no’ appeared.

“Were you a victim?” Your question went stale as whatever was on the other side was biding its time. Slowly, the glass center scraped across ‘no’ in a circle. The sounds of the wood being rutted into nearly made you recoil, but you still managed to see this through.

“Were you the murderer?”

“I don’t want to know that!” You screeched at him.

“What else am I supposed to ask if your question was about victims?” The shaky laugh gave a peak behind his crumbling happy-go-lucky nature. 

“I don’t like this anymore. I don’t care if you pick on me for the rest of my life, I want to leave.” The panic in your voice pulled at the corners of your eye—tears threatening to be pulled out from the rising fear. 

“It’s not real but if it were, I’d scare it off.” His confidence swayed and tilted, but a brave face went a long way. Sudden movements gave flashes of letters. “So, wait, that's…” He recollected each black letter.

“It’s ‘I’m called many things’.” Jolting you violently from your places was a slam galloping down the stairs. The walls were vibrating from the force, stealing your breaths to fuel the now pulsating room.

The flames on the candles were extinguished one by one leading up to the both of you. That stench from earlier wafted into the room, leaving you gagging as you desperately attempted to shield your face.

He grabbed you by your arm and dragged you to your feet, “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.” His upbeat tone held dread for what was about to happen. Maintaining a tight grip on you, he kept you close while fleeing the premises. 

“Did we even say goodbye?”

“Don’t remember but don’t really want to go back. Do you?”

You could still smell that rancid meat on you as you considered your own question. “No, I don’t.” 

The slowing pace of your tired legs left you at the side of the road. The ride back was in silence; the country air whipping against the car was the only thing you allowed yourselves to listen to. That scent lingered on your clothes, even the ones that were stowed away in your closet. Every now and then that stench got stronger, sometimes sticking around for days at a time before fading again. There wasn’t a night that came without images of that house. They flashed in your mind like bolts of lightning, trying to strike you where you stood.

[cheyohara]

"A simple fangirl t-shirt is hardly competition to anything you do," Chey replied dismissively. The creative talents her dear friend possessed had always been something she'd been envious of. Not only did the ideas seemingly come effortlessly, but Austin pieced it all together in ways that screamed professional.

While the redheaded's presence was good reason for the smile on her face what had etched it deeper into her expression was the fact that she was right and Austin was cold.

"Oh my god, really?" Laughter bubbled up and the professor created just enough separation to not-so-subtly sneak into her friend's backpack to retrieve the blanket from inside. "You can definitely cuddle up on my lap but we're gonna do it with this guy," the brunette grinned as she wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders and leaned into the spot of affection.

"Also, who else is gonna be your hype man?" Aside from how well liked and loved Austin was and all of her siblings...

They moved forward in line and Chey got slightly anxious. Excitement to get on the ride had begun to buzz the closer they got to their turn.

With amusement, the podcaster watched the flirty exchange between the adventurer and the lumberjack. A chuckle had to be bitten back and pretty brows lifted as her teeth sunk into her lip. "Maybe," lithe shoulders barely shrugged in their huddle, "if you wanna ditch me to sit with him I support you." Chey would never be one to be labeled as a cock block.

"Never seen him before but he's handsome," the brunette admitted even though there was only one man on her mind. "The town is a full fledged city now. I'm starting to feel like I did in New York— just one in a million. If it wasn't for working at the university I'd hardly recognize anyone." / @austin-cartwright

Austin, despite the fact that she'd committed to this 'costume' so early on, was freezing. She'd never admit it, and the blanket she had tucked away in the backpack she'd brought with her was calling- no, screaming her name. But she wouldn't cave. Not yet. So instead she stood as close to Chey as she could, greedily soaking up what little body heat the other woman put off. "I mean, c'mon. It's me." She grinned, nudging Chey gently with her elbow. "The queen of DIY costumes. Though I have to admit, Miss Skellington, you're giving me a run for my crown."

Leaning into the other woman's side, Austin wrapped a glittered arm around Chey's waist and laid her head down on her shoulder. Even in the relaxed position, the grin on the redhead's features was wide. "This is why I love you, you're so good for my ego." She mused. "And don't worry your pretty little mind about me, I have a blanket in my backpack. I'll survive. Even if that means I have to curl up in your lap and steal your body heat." She teased, lifting her head to press a quick peck into Chey's cheek.

At the mention of admirers, Austin's eyebrows raised in curiosity as her eyes followed Chey's to the man in question, smirk coming to her features before she flashed him a flirtatious grin. "I don't, but... maybe that'll change before the night ends." Turning her attention back to one of her oldest friends as they moved with the line. "You know who he is? I swear every time I come back I recognize less and less people. Either I'm growing forgetful in my old age or the town, it is a-changin'." ( @cheyohara )

[lunarcovehq]

Oops, I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby

FRIDAY THE 13TH - PLOT DROP

tw amnesia, kidnapping, missing organ, organ harvesting

It's that time of year again and, as wise tales go, Friday the 13th is one of the few days a year known for being unlucky. But, what those outside of the Cove don’t know, is the reason as to why.  Friday the 13th just so happens to be a day when Pixies can not only temporarily give their luck to another through touch, but can take it. Throughout the day, regardless of the fae’s control over their abilities, if a pixie touches another, albeit it accidentally or intentionally, they will steal that individual’s luck. The pixie in question will be even more lucky than before, while the person they came into contact with will have horribly unlucky things begin to happen to them one after the other. Their electronics might short circuit, their beverages will spill over, their food will be spoiled etc. But, don’t worry. After 24 hours, their luck will be returned to them. Though an unlucky day isn't the only thing in store for the Lunar Covians.

Something wicked seems to be brewing in the air. Both Billie Fitz (@swimmingwiththefitzes) and Poppy Reed ( @moonglowmagic), woke up this morning in cold sweets having terrible nightmares the night before. They can barely keep their eyes open, haunted by an unsettling feeling festering in their chest as if they can't shake this ominous feeling of being drawn to something, but they can't quite put their finger as to why. Low and beyond, the nightmares have no end in day in sight, these two better get used to some restless nights.

Meanwhile, across town, there is someone else who seems to have had quite the night. One Todd Miller ( @xthetoddinatorx ) awakes in the middle of a field in Echo Acres. His head still feels foggy as though he had spent the previous night out partying, only he doesn't seems to have any memories of the past 48 hours. He is seen stumbling through town, muttering something about an 'alien abduction' and how he woke up in a crop circle with a suspicious looking glint of excitement in his eyes. Only that glint will quickly dwindle when he finally makes his way home to change to find fresh stitches across the lower right side of your abdomen right where his appendix should be...

What happened the night of the 12th? And what more is in store for the Cove with Friday the 13th?

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Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 (really Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey Take 2, For Real This Time!), AKA Where The Bloody Honey Was THIS Last Year???

I’ve not seen this yet but I, as sincere and dedicated a fan of Winnie The Pooh as you’ll ever find, made it no secret how much I loathed last year’s so-called Pooh horror flick (which I did not even actually watch and never will), thinking it an abomination purely because it didn’t have the stones or the vision to actually go all in with what it promised and instead gave us random ass generic slashers in bad rubber Pooh and Pig masks killing screaming girls and tormenting a useless “Christopher Robin” and his fiancé, with a Pooh-related backstory tacked on at the beginning and then never followed through on with what the movie actually delivered on screen. Had the film embraced the absurd camp horror in the very concept of the Hundred Acre Wood gang as feral predators, I’d have respected it. I’m far from alone in thinking this too: the film won the Worst Picture Razzie award for 2023 for a reason. It was garbage in its purest form.

So then this “sequel”, which I was not anticipating and was feeling I’d rather ignore, comes out and actually gives us exactly that! Like, what the Hell? This movie isn’t just doing what its predecessor ought to have been all about doing from the get-go, it even does what the 2022 Grinch-themed holiday slasher The Mean One failed at as well! It improves on what came before through two things: being competently made in all areas (like, it actually has a significant budget this time around), and actually taking some real twisted joy and fun in its reimagining of Milne lore and what can be done with that. Suddenly, Christopher Robin is a major player in the story and a psychologically distraught man played by a different, better actor. Pooh and Piglet now actually resemble mutant animal people instead of human killers in masks and they’re properly motivated in their killing. Tigger appears as a very Freddy Krueger-esque murderous maniac who puts his “bouncy” style of killing to great use. And good lord, Owl is a badass, terrifying menace who really makes the horror of the story work while still not losing his own morbid humor. And that throwaway backstory from before? Thrown away! In its place is a much stronger one that serves as perhaps the darkest possible medium answer to the age old “so are they real sentient critters or stuffed animals that Christopher only imagines are real?” question. And how it manages to get away with all this is perhaps the one area of pure genius that the film has got. Tellingly, the screenplay was written by an actual script writer this time rather than the hack director, and both this writer and the producer came up with the remedy for the disaster that was the first film: its events did not truly occur in this universe. In-universe, what was turned out last year was a cheap, low budget, schlocky horror film based on the real Christopher Robin’s account of a massacre he’d survived out in the woods, with that film lazily misrepresenting what had actually happened and what he’d actually experienced when it did. By having the first Blood and Honey exist as exactly the godawful film that it is within this new cinematic universe, Blood and Honey 2 is giving us permission to pass on watching it and disregard it entirely, as it’s just a bastardization of the true story that actually matters to films starting with this one. You could not ask for a better saving throw than that!

Its core area of weakness, however, is the story itself and how it’s managed in terms of the film’s pace and tone. Maybe this would’ve played better if this had been what we got in early 2023, but since it instead has come after last year’s Five Nights At Freddy’s film adaptation, the similarities become impossible not to notice, complete with our main protagonist being haunted by childhood trauma and playing this dead straight even while off on the side there are absurd looking animals slaughtering people in ridiculous ways and being very tongue-in-cheek about it. It’s like the writer envisioned a plot to a serious horror/thriller film but applied it to this gleefully dumb, schlocky B movie horror campfest based on a beloved child-friendly property, and these things just don’t go together very well.

All things considered, this is a mediocre indie horror film based on famed A.A Milne stories and characters that revels in its own mediocrity and the gross, senseless, nonsensical novelty of its premise…and in being so, is a HUGE glow up from the first attempt at it, which was a complete nothing of a film offering nothing of value to any human being who could ever have the misfortune of watching it. This one at the very least delivers on what it promises to be and does so with far more confidence, competence, sincere passion and amusement than its predecessor. If we end up getting more Pooh horror films like this, I’d not mind giving them a look, though I doubt there’s anything they could do that’d really wow me or anyth…….

This is the start of a cinematic “Poohniverse” that will go full Avengers in crossing the films over? Okaaaay, that’s interes……

Heffalumps and Woozles confirmed for B&H3?!??!

[providencepeakrp]

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖘 —

Every year Providence Peak goes all out for the week of Halloween and this year is no exception. Among the traditional events the city hosts, like the annual pumpkin carving contest and it's Halloween movie night at Cinematic, come a few once in a lifetime events hosted by members of the city itself. Whether you're looking for a scare of a lifetime with a ghoulish birthday party, a roller rink like you've never seen it before, a spooky evening out with family or friends, or a cozy autumnal wedding, you'll surely find something to help celebrate one of the spiciest times of the year.

𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 —

Monday (October 23rd) - Enter if you dare to a ghoulish funeral — featuring the ghost of Rachel Hargrove herself. Join the ghost of Rachel to celebrate her life and the death of her 30s at her Summit Lake home where you'll experience the birthday party graveyard smash of a lifetime! Find more information about this event here. Tuesday (October 24th) - Skate on over to High Rollers in Claret Part for a night of dazzling orange and purple lights, a rink full of the creepy and the cute, and a coordinated performance by Providence's own roller derby to Thriller. Stick around for Halloween-themed snacks at the snack bar and a costume contest at the end of the night! Find more information about this event here. Wednesday (October 25th) - Providence Peak's annual pumpkin carving contest will once again be hosted at Jack's Pumpkin Farm and judges will include the city's very own Mayor Ava Harris, The Peak Times' Editor-in-Chief Victoria Carlyle, and Chief of Police Jordan Walker. Submissions should be showcased by noon the day of to allow for judging and all contestents should be present to present their carved pumpkin. Winner will receive an all-inclusive package for Jack's Pumpkin Farm, cornmaze, and Haunted Acres. Find more information about this event here. Thursday (October 26th) - Glide your ghostly selves down to Cinematic with a donation item for the local food pantry and find free front row seats to a showing of Hocus Pocus or if you’re not looking for something family-friendly, try out the theater down the hallway for a truly spooktacular showing of Wes Craven's 1996 Scream and collect your complimentary Ghostface masks before you leave! Friday (October 27th) - Prepare for the spookiest day of the year and come on out to Jack's Pumpkin Farm and Haunted Acres' 50% off day. Receive half-off of Jack's cornmaze, hayride, and pumpkins and admission to Haunted Acres. There will be fresh apple cider, popcorn, and food and craft vendors milling about to give the whole family something to do. Saturday (October 28th) - You're invited to celebrate a day Providence Peak never thought it would see — the wedding of Emeline Cormier and Verda Durmaz. Despite recently already tying the knot, the two wanted the opportunity to celebrate with the friends and family they've made in the city that brought them back together once more. The more the merrier is their ideal and even if you only just know of the two, you're invited too! Find more information about this event here. Sunday (October 29th) - After a night of dancing, drinking, and... more drinking, join the newly re-wedded couple for a post-wedding brunch at noon in the main dining area of Amelie's, located downtown. The brunch will feature Cajun-Creole and Turkish favorites from both brides and will help even the most exhausted or hungover friend recover.

𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔰 —

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Uley Road Cemetery

Over time, a local prank can turn into an urban legend, and then into a ‘real deal’ ghost story.

Uley Road Cemetery is one such place, where nearby events may be the cause for its haunted reputation… at least for one of the stories.

Still, this place creeps out many who visit it.

Uley Road Cemetery (also known as ‘Uleybury Baptist Church Cemetery’ and ‘Uley Chapel Cemetery’ among others, depending who you ask) is built in Uleybury a little ways East of Munno Para.

When Moses Bendle Garlick, a weaver, migrated to Australia from Uley, Gloucestershire, England, he was so reminded of his home that when he settled he named the area ‘Uleybury’.

In 1851 Garlick paid four hundred pounds for a small chapel to be built in an acre of his land set aside for the church. Garlick also helped the building of the Uleybury School in 1856. Moses Garlick died in 1859 and a memorial spire is erected in the Uley Cemetery to his name and efforts.

There is much history to be found in the cemetery with many tales both grand and strange. A English woman traveled to Uleybury to plant a stick of willow from Napoleons grave on her sons burial plot where it ‘grew into a fine tree’. Many of the pioneers of the area are buried in that acre of land, land which has been used by the many religious denominations common to that area.

As with all cemeteries Uley is not without it’s share of ghost stories. The old chapel which was demolished in 1981 is said to have been used for all sorts of unholy practices. Through the 70’s and 80’s the cemetery was a regular hangout for young people and the headstones and chapel were badly vandalized – most of the damage you see today was caused back then. Many stories have popped up from that time and the stories still linger either re-experienced or passed down as legend.

One of the more common ghost stories, the ghost in white, may have been seeded prior to 1953 when a local man would dress in white sheets and jump out, scaring the hell out of passers by. The nearby crossroads have the local name ‘Ghost Corner’ due to these pranks. Today people share stories of a girl in white stepping out on the road right in front of your car, or a woman in a wedding dress running out on the road screaming – variations of peoples experiences due to that old prank?

Footsteps, moving shadows, whispers, talking and cries in the dark have all been reported out at Uley Road. Many people who have ventured out there at night have taken away an experience.

Are the stories of ghosts and spooks due to heavy imaginations borne from the all too commonly found tales about the area or is there indeed something haunting this piece of colonial past?

[travellhq]

Top 10 Things to Do in Long Beach with Kids

Long Beach, California, offers a variety of family-friendly attractions and activities, making it the perfect destination for parents traveling with children. Whether your kids love marine life, outdoor adventures, or cultural experiences, Long Beach has something to keep everyone entertained. This guide explores the top 10 things to do in Long Beach with kids, ensuring your family vacation is memorable and filled with fun.

1. Aquarium of the Pacific

This world-renowned aquarium is one of the most popular family attractions in Long Beach. It houses over 12,000 marine animals, including playful sea otters, sharks, jellyfish, and colorful tropical fish.

Highlights:

Interactive touch tanks with rays and small sharks

Penguin habitat with Magellanic penguins

Daily feeding shows and educational programs

Pro Tip: Arrive early to avoid crowds, and plan to spend at least 2-3 hours exploring. The aquarium also offers boat tours for whale watching during certain seasons.

2. The Queen Mary

The Queen Mary is an iconic ocean liner permanently docked in Long Beach, now serving as a hotel, museum, and event space. Families will enjoy the interactive tours that reveal the ship’s fascinating history.

Highlights:

Scavenger hunts designed for kids

"Haunted" tours for older children

Explore the engine room and captain’s bridge

Pro Tip: Check if the Queen Mary is hosting special family events, like themed holiday experiences, during your visit.

3. El Dorado Nature Center

If your family loves nature and outdoor activities, El Dorado Nature Center offers a peaceful escape with trails, ponds, and plenty of wildlife. The park’s 105 acres provide the perfect setting for a hike or picnic.

Highlights:

Two walking trails (1 and 2 miles)

Wildlife spotting: turtles, ducks, and lizards

A visitor center with nature exhibits

Pro Tip: Bring binoculars for birdwatching, and wear comfortable walking shoes!

4. Shoreline Village

This waterfront shopping and entertainment complex is ideal for a family outing. Kids will love the whimsical vibe and numerous activities, while parents can enjoy great dining options with ocean views.

Highlights:

Bike rentals and pedal boats

Arcade games and a classic carousel

Grab ice cream from the local vendors

Pro Tip: Rent a surrey bike to explore the boardwalk with the whole family!

5. The Pike Outlets & Ferris Wheel

The Pike is a fun spot for a bit of shopping, but it’s also home to an iconic Ferris wheel that provides spectacular views of the harbor. It’s a great way to relax after a day of sightseeing.

Highlights:

Ferris wheel ride with ocean views

Family-friendly restaurants nearby

Outdoor play areas for toddlers

Pro Tip: The Ferris wheel is even more magical at night, with colorful lights illuminating the area.

6. Long Beach Waterfront and Rainbow Lagoon Park

Spend a leisurely day walking along the scenic waterfront promenade or having a picnic at Rainbow Lagoon Park. Kids will enjoy spotting boats and watching seals basking in the sun.

Highlights:

Swan boat rentals for paddling in the lagoon

Street performers and live music along the promenade

Play areas with grassy spaces for running and games

Pro Tip: Bring a kite or frisbee to enjoy at the open park areas!

7. Belmont Shore & Naples Island

Explore the charming neighborhood of Belmont Shore and the picturesque canals of Naples Island. Families can enjoy a variety of outdoor activities in these areas.

Highlights:

Kayak rentals to explore the canals

Stroll along 2nd Street for treats and ice cream

Visit Alfredo’s Beach Club for beach games and snacks

Pro Tip: Take a gondola ride through the canals of Naples Island for a unique, family-friendly experience.

8. Museum of Latin American Art (MOLAA)

Introduce your kids to art and culture at MOLAA, the only museum in the U.S. dedicated to modern Latin American art. The museum offers interactive exhibits and family workshops throughout the year.

Highlights:

Family-friendly art workshops on weekends

Hands-on activities in the educational center

Outdoor sculpture garden perfect for relaxing

Pro Tip: Check the museum’s calendar for free family days and special exhibitions for children.

9. Seal Beach National Wildlife Refuge

Located just a short drive from Long Beach, the Seal Beach National Wildlife Refuge offers kids a chance to explore California’s coastal ecosystem. Guided tours are available to help families learn about local wildlife and habitats.

Highlights:

Birdwatching tours with expert guides

Educational programs about conservation

Opportunities to spot seals and sea lions

Pro Tip: Wear comfortable clothing and bring snacks, as the tours may take a few hours.

10. Dockweiler State Beach and Kite Flying

For a laid-back beach day, Dockweiler State Beach is a perfect choice. With its gentle waves and wide sandy shores, it’s ideal for families with young children. Dockweiler is also known for kite flying due to the ocean breeze.

Highlights:

Bonfire pits for evening fun

Easy beach access with restrooms and showers

Plenty of space for building sandcastles and flying kites

Pro Tip: Pack a picnic and enjoy a sunset bonfire to wrap up your day at the beach.

Conclusion

Long Beach offers a perfect blend of educational, adventurous, and relaxing activities that cater to families with children of all ages. From interactive marine experiences at the Aquarium of the Pacific to the cultural richness of MOLAA and the outdoor adventures at El Dorado Nature Center, your kids will have endless opportunities to explore, learn, and have fun. Whether you’re planning a weekend getaway or an extended vacation, these top 10 things to do in Long Beach will make your family trip truly unforgettable.

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2024 Walt Disney World Spooktacular Meet and Greet Guide

As the autumn leaves begin to fall and a chill creeps into the air, Walt Disney World transforms into a Halloween wonderland. The Magic Kingdom, in particular, becomes a hauntingly delightful destination for guests of all ages. One of the most exciting aspects of celebrating Halloween at Disney World is the opportunity to meet beloved characters in their spooky best! From classic Disney favorites to rare villains, there's no shortage of magical encounters awaiting you during this enchanting season. In this guide, we'll explore all the thrilling character meet and greets available during the 2024 Halloween season at Walt Disney World. Whether you're a first-time visitor or a seasoned Disney enthusiast, this article will help you make the most of your Halloween experience and create unforgettable memories with your favorite Disney characters!

Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party: The Ultimate Character Experience

Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party (MNSSHP) is the crown jewel of Halloween celebrations at Walt Disney World. This separately ticketed event offers guests the chance to meet an impressive array of characters, many of whom are rarely seen outside of the Halloween season. Let's dive into the spooktacular lineup of characters you can expect to encounter during this year's party!

Classic Disney Characters in Halloween Attire

No Halloween party is complete without the main mouse himself! Mickey Mouse greets guests at Town Square Theater in his brand-new neon spiderweb costume. This vibrant and eye-catching outfit is sure to delight fans of all ages. Be sure to snap a photo with Mickey in his Halloween best! Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, and Goofy can be found at Pete's Silly Sideshow in Storybook Circus. Each character sports their own unique Halloween costume, with Minnie matching Mickey's neon spiderweb theme. It's a fantastic opportunity to see the Fab Five in their spooky-yet-adorable attire.For fans of the Hundred Acre Wood, Winnie the Pooh and friends await at Pooh's Thotful Spot. You'll find Pooh dressed as a bumble bee, Piglet as a butterfly, Eeyore as a clown, and Tigger as a pirate. These whimsical costumes are sure to bring a smile to your face and make for adorable photo opportunities!

Disney Villains and Spooky Characters

Halloween is the perfect time for Disney's most notorious villains to take center stage. During Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party, you'll have the rare chance to meet and interact with some of Disney's most iconic antagonists. One of the most popular meet and greets is with Jack Skellington and Sally from "The Nightmare Before Christmas." You can find this dynamic duo at Town Square Theater, where they're always eager to chat about Halloween Town and pose for photos with their fans.Throughout the park, you might encounter villains like Jafar at the Zanzibar Trading Company in Adventureland, or the Queen of Hearts with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum near the Mad Tea Party in Fantasyland. Keep your eyes peeled for surprise appearances by other villains at various locations around the park. New for 2024, the three Hitchhiking Ghosts from the Haunted Mansion will make periodic appearances in Frontierland. This is a rare opportunity to meet these mischievous spirits outside of their usual haunt, so be sure to catch them if you can!

Disney Princesses and Heroes

Even princesses and heroes get into the Halloween spirit! During Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party, you can meet a variety of beloved characters from Disney's animated classics.In Adventureland, you'll find Aladdin, Jasmine, Abu, and Genie greeting guests in the Agrabah Bazaar. It's a perfect chance to experience a whole new world of character interactions. Moana fans can catch up with the brave wayfinder near Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room. She's always happy to share stories of her oceanic adventures.Belle, dressed in her iconic yellow gown, meets guests in the Enchanted Tales with Belle Queue Alcove in Fantasyland. It's a tale as old as time, but meeting Belle never gets old! For "The Little Mermaid" enthusiasts, Ariel and Prince Eric can be found outside Under the Sea - Journey of the Little Mermaid. It's a great opportunity to be part of their world, if only for a moment.

Encanto Characters

One of the most exciting additions to this year's character lineup is the inclusion of Bruno from "Encanto". For the first time ever, Bruno will be meeting guests alongside Mirabel at their Casita in Fairytale Garden. This is an incredible opportunity for fans of the film to interact with these beloved characters and perhaps even discuss Bruno's visions!

Character Experiences Beyond Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party

While Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party offers the most extensive selection of Halloween character meet and greets, there are still plenty of opportunities to interact with Disney characters during regular park hours throughout the Halloween season. Many of the classic Disney characters can be found in their usual meet and greet locations around Magic Kingdom! While they may not be in Halloween costumes during regular park hours, it's still a great chance to say hello to your favorites. For the most up-to-date information on character meet and greet times and locations, be sure to check the My Disney Experience app during your visit. This invaluable tool will help you plan your day and ensure you don't miss any of your must-see characters!

Tips for Meeting Characters During Halloween at Walt Disney World

Meeting characters can be one of the most magical experiences during your Walt Disney World visit, especially during the Halloween season. Here are some tips to help you make the most of your character encounters: - Plan ahead: Use the My Disney Experience app to check character meet and greet times and locations. This will help you prioritize which characters you want to see and plan your route accordingly. - Arrive early: For popular characters, especially during Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party, consider arriving at the meet and greet location 5-15 minutes before the scheduled time. This can help you avoid long waits. - Bring an autograph book: Many characters are happy to sign autographs, and it's a great way to collect memories from your trip. You can purchase Disney autograph books or bring your own. - Prepare your camera: Make sure your phone or camera is ready before you reach the front of the line. This will help keep the line moving and ensure you don't miss your photo opportunity. - Have a conversation: Don't be shy! Characters love to interact with guests. Ask them about their Halloween costumes or share your own Halloween plans. - Consider character dining: If meeting characters is a priority, consider booking a character dining experience. While these may not feature Halloween-specific costumes, they offer a more relaxed setting for character interactions. - Be respectful: Remember that characters need breaks too. If a character is leaving as you approach, please be understanding and check the schedule for their next appearance. - Dress up: During Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party, guests of all ages are encouraged to wear costumes. This can make your character interactions even more fun and memorable. - Use PhotoPass: If available, take advantage of Disney's PhotoPass photographers. They can capture professional-quality photos of your character encounters, allowing you to fully enjoy the moment. - Be flexible: Sometimes character appearances can change due to weather or other factors. Keep an open mind and be ready to adapt your plans if needed.

Halloween Characters in Parades and Shows

In addition to meet and greets, you can see many of your favorite characters in Halloween-themed parades and shows during the season.

Mickey's Boo-to-You Halloween Parade

This spooktacular parade is a highlight of Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party. You'll see a wide array of characters, including: - Mickey and friends in their Halloween costumes - Disney Princesses and Princes - Disney Villains like Captain Hook, Cruella De Vil, and the Queen of Hearts - Characters from the Haunted Mansion, including the Hitchhiking Ghosts and the Grave Diggers - Rare characters like Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horsecollar, and the Country Bears New for 2024, Big Al and Wendell from the Country Bears will be sporting their new outfits from the Country Bear Musical Jamboree!

Hocus Pocus Villain Spelltacular

This wickedly fun stage show features the Sanderson Sisters from "Hocus Pocus" along with appearances by other Disney Villains. It's a must-see for any fan of Disney's more nefarious characters!

Disney's Not-So-Spooky Spectacular

While not strictly a character show, this Halloween-themed fireworks spectacular is hosted by Jack Skellington and features projections of many beloved Disney characters on Cinderella Castle!

Halloween Character Experiences at Other Walt Disney World Parks

While Magic Kingdom is the hub of Halloween activities, you can find touches of the spooky season at other Walt Disney World parks as well.

EPCOT

During EPCOT's International Food & Wine Festival, which overlaps with the Halloween season, you might spot Chef Remy from "Ratatouille" in his chef's hat near the France pavilion.

Disney's Hollywood Studios

While not specifically Halloween-themed, you can meet characters like Vampirina at the Animation Courtyard throughout the fall season!

Disney's Animal Kingdom

Keep an eye out for special Halloween-themed character cruises on Discovery River during the autumn months!

Last Words

Halloween at Walt Disney World is a truly magical time, filled with spooky fun and unforgettable character encounters. Whether you're attending Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party or visiting during regular park hours, there are countless opportunities to meet your favorite Disney characters in their Halloween best. From Mickey and Minnie in their new neon spiderweb costumes to rare villains and the first-ever appearance of Bruno from "Encanto," the 2024 Halloween season at Walt Disney World promises to be more exciting than ever. By following the tips in this guide and keeping an eye on the My Disney Experience app, you'll be well-prepared to make the most of your Halloween character experiences. Remember, the magic of Disney is in the details, so take your time, soak in the atmosphere, and don't be afraid to let your inner child shine through. After all, Halloween at Walt Disney World is all about creating lasting memories with the characters we know and love. So grab your costume, your camera, and your sense of adventure, and get ready for a spooktacular time at the most magical place on Earth! Read the full article