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Safeguarding Homes Using Automatic Gates in Leeds

Living in Leeds, as in any part of the UK, means prioritizing the safety and security of your home. In this fast-paced world, technology has made it easier than ever to protect our homes and loved ones. Two vital components of home security in Leeds are automatic gates and intruder alarms.

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> Alaric's story <

When humans lost respect for nature, there lived a young man named Alaric. He came from a city increasingly falling to industrialization, spreading its destruction all around. The deforestation, river pollution, and reckless use of resources had turned the once lively nature into a desolate landscape.

Alaric, fascinated by the beauty and peace of nature since he was a child, felt out of place in this world. One day, when he saw an old oak tree he had known and loved since his childhood being cut down, he decided to leave the city and move into the deep forest. He wanted to protect the remaining nature.

The forest was a magical place, full of secrets and old stories. Alaric built a simple hut and lived in harmony with nature. The ancient trees especially brought him incredible inner peace. One night, as the full moon bathed the forest in silver light, Alaric felt a deep connection to the trees, as if they were calling him.

He followed the call and soon found himself in the middle of a grove of ancient oaks, whose branches reached towards the sky like arms. In the center of the grove stood a particularly powerful tree. Alaric placed his hand on the rough trunk and felt a warm, pulsating energy. Suddenly, he heard the whispering voices of the tree spirits.

"Alaric, we have seen your love and respect for nature. Will you be our protector? Are you ready to make a pact with us and receive the powers of the oaks to protect this forest from the impending dangers?"

Alaric did not hesitate for a moment. He knew he would have to fight against the intruders who wanted to exploit the forest. With a determined heart, Alaric agreed.

The mighty energy of the tree spirits flowed through his body. He felt his muscles grow stronger, his senses sharpen, and his mind fill with the ancient knowledge of the trees. Alaric was now more than just a man; he was the protector of the forest, the guardian of the oaks.

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His Saving Grace

Chapter Two

1114 Klaus x future daughter reader

I recommend re-reading chapter one as I made some major changes. I know I promised this update two years ago, but university got in my way and when I came back to these old stories a lot of re-vamping took place.

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The year is 2030, Y/N the daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall. A powerful young witch which threatens the survival of Malivore. In retaliation Malivore unleashes a time fay to return to the past and kill Klaus to ensure his survival.Y/N is Hope’s younger twin, now that no one remembers who she is the job is left to y/n to stop Malivore.

                   “You still live in the silences between my thoughts.”

Y/N resisted the urge to sign impatiently as the crowds around her soared and rejoiced as the pastor preached. The loud voices screaming into her sensitive ears, highly agitating her short temperament. Y/N hated church, she was by no means an atheist but she was a witch and a woman living in a time where she could be hanged for simply defying authority. So with that in mind Y/N had begrudgingly entertained Alaric, to keep up the role as godly saints whom attended church every Sunday. 

For the past weeks tempers were high within the household, Alaric and Davina could only watch as she battled silently with her demons.  Putting up a saintly farce everyday in the village as boys swarmed for her hand in marriage and village girls scowled jealousy. As someone who was influenced by the strong women in her life, to always be true to ones self and to never shape shift into society's ideal, the pretense (and the besotted men) were killing her. Alaric was getting far too accustomed in his daily ritual of turning away marriage proposals from haughty mothers and corpse like men. 

Pulling her away from her thoughts was the strain of her far too tightly, bonded corset. Thank the old gods she was from a thousand years into the future. Now Y/N realized why her Aunt Rebekah mostly if not always bit the heads off every man she met. If I had to suffer almost seven hundred years in such a tightly wounded corset which restricted most movements I would have done the same Y/N thought impatiently. As the preacher vivaciously expelled the devil with the crowd, Y/N reaching a breaking point silently casting a notice me not charm and made her way to the exit, silently huffing as she straightened her ankle length, grey dress which carried a turtleneck-like neckline. She wore a pristine, white shirt underneath whose sleeves puffed loosely around her arms but knotted tightly below her elbows. On top of her grey dress carried a loose brown corset of sorts held together by a length of ribbon criss-crossed. This corset did not converge in the middle, rather it showcased about five inches of the grey vertical striped pattern upon the bust and midriff as to emphasise her figure. Stitched upon her grey skirt was a length of brown which stopped at least six inches above her grey ankle length skirt, but it was gauged elegantly upon her right thigh allowing an elegant stylish slide flow. After all she was her Aunt’s niece and secretly she hoped it pissed off the conservatives in the crowd. Oh yeah! that speech about playing the part was not translating so well into her everyday life. 

Finally reaching a safe distance, out of sight from zealous fanatics just upon the edge of the forest, she dropped the spell. Huffing a sigh of relief all Y/N now needed was a pack of cigarettes or some weed to make 1114 much more bearable. 

“That’s quite the trick you pulled back there, little strega.” Now that snapped Y/N from her inner thoughts. Spinning around in a quite unlady like fashion, for this period at least, more than ready to confront the intruder. Only to be left dumbfounded to the stranger standing before her. But with a practiced ease which came from years of sneaking out and around  the Salvatore Boarding School, Y/N layered on her oh so innocent Mikaelson charm. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?, I have to say I’m not aware of that particular term!” Lies, her mind rang out. Play cool, Y/N thought, talk him up just to get close enough and wipe his memory. Now that particular trick was her favourite. The stranger smirked coyly at her, “I think you know exactly what I mean, liten heks.” Y/N paced herself now, he knew old norse. Whomever this stranger was, he was clearly quite wealthy at that judging by his smooth velvet and silks in comparison to her simple cotton dress. Now she had to thread carefully, wealth clearly meant high influence and political sway in a community as small as this one. And that meant possible exposure, this man was a threat, Y/N deemed carefully.

“Now, now liten heks, the stranger went on, I mean yours truly none harm.” My heart is void of ill contempt and malevolence for one with such great power and beauty. As he spoke he drew closer towards her, his face now completely unobstructed from the mist of the early morning. Y/N exhaled softly, the stranger a man’s whose face see had seen everyday in her New Orleans home, a demon who hunted her from birth, Finn Mikaelson. But if he was standing before her, that meant the brotherhood had not yet daggered the Mikaelsons. This younger and less vengeful ghost was still a threat to her but quite possibly an accomplice. The fae had yet to reveal itself it was either supplementing its diet with animals or news of children going missing had been covered up. 

The fae according to the texts preferred a warm tropical climate, for if their wings were exposed to cold they would simply fall apart. A fae’s lifeline was linked to her wings, losing them could kill the fae but iron to the heart worked just as well. All in all, the upcoming winter was now days away and left no time for procrastination which meant Y/N directly disobeying Alaric to seek the creature out herself. A venture she had no luck in, the fae who boasted of powerful magics was able to cleverly keep herself hidden. 

“Not one for much words I see.” Finn Mikaelson was now standing toe to toe with her. That’s quite alright, he continue as he played with a stray curl. Y/n flinched away slightly as he stared into her eyes, carefully examining the details of her face. “If I didn’t know better, I could have mistaken you for my Freya.” Finn whispered as he continued to tug upon her curl. It was low and if not for her keen hearing it would have been swept to the winds.  Y/N kept her head high and passive, thinking to herself how much of a leering creep her elder uncle was becoming. Quite unlike all accounts of the uptight, wet blanket her uncle Kol always described. As his hand came up to caress her face, Y/N instinctively jumped back, conjuring fire within her palm which she kept safely tucked behind her. Finn only smiled sheepishly, “I seemed to have forgotten my manners, in the presence of a young lady.” I deeply apologise, I do not know what came over me, my lady.

Y/n relaxed slightly and utterly confused as the man introduced himself. As he began to speak on what not, Y/N could only stare at his face in a daze. It would take her some time to sort herself out, only to realize he had disappeared only to leave behind a simple envelope in her hand. Y/N thought back to the genuinely baffled daze Finn fell into as she made her way into town. To onlookers her face was almost dreamy, as if paying much more attention to the envelope she twirled in her hands rather than her path. But rather Y/N was silently contemplating the latent abilities of the fae and just how she could manipulate Finn into helping her.The fae a creature in the future known for its deceitful ways but that though made her wonder just how much accurate Alaric’s information truly was. It was done before, the supernatural popularized lies like silver bullets and garlic to throw suspicion off of them so what if the same was done with the fae? As Y/N ventured into the town’s market lost in her thoughts many eyes followed her, women and young girls gossiped of her weird behaviours and wayward thinking.

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Bloody hell, Y/N thought to herself. Now while the young witch prided herself on being a fashionista, dresses were her absolute nightmare, well behind her murderous grandparents and malivore of course. I do have my priorities in order, thank you very much.

Somehow Davina had managed to convince the stubbornest Mikaelson into another deathtrap these humans called corsets. Y/N huffed, begrudgingly following her “parents” out of their temporary home. While she was ecstatic to receive the dinner invite to the Mikaelson home hours prior from Finn which came in the form of the mysterious envelope he left behind, she still heavily detested that damn corset suffocating her. There was just no space to hide her knives!, What’s a girl in multiple skirts and a stuffy attire supposed to do to defend herself when all her knives were confiscated on this occasion. 

But nevertheless Y/N compiled it only to see her family again while also plotting to defy Alaric once again on his no knives at the dinner table rule. I mean, its not really a family reunion if someone didn’t have a devious plan in the works. 

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Servants scattered frantically to the sides, keeping their heads bowed as the feared Mikaelson hybrid descended the grand staircase stepping onto the foyer. Holding an impassive mask, Niklaus surveyed the immediate area ensuring the preparations to his liking. Stepping to the right of the grand foyer Niklaus strolled into the grand sitting room which doubled as a music room, the soft notes of the harp eased his twirling mind. 

Taking a seat on a velvet cushioned armchair, with hands clasped elbows resting on his knees and eyes closed Niklaus thought back to the hauntingly familiar pup no he corrected himself, child. Days had passed since their first encounter and thoughts of the child haunted him. In the strangest of ways he craved her presence, but not in a way a lover does. But this vastly unfamiliar pull deep inside him yearning and pushing his self control. But if Niklaus didn’t know any better he would have called it fatherly love and as unbelievably usurp that idea sounded in his head, he couldn’t help but let his mind linger on the possibility. Barr the facial similarities and attitudes that crossed with his, perhaps it was her life that resonated with him he knew all too well the struggles of an abused orphan. 

Just maybe when he meet her today, try not to give away how he always crept away at night to watch over her. By the old gods, what would Elijah think of his stalker like behaviour. If his enemies only knew of this attachment, if he only knew. Niklaus sat and wondered of the possibilities, so lost in his thoughts he nearly missed his guests arrival. 

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Dinner surprisingly went smoothly, Klaus was utterly entertained by the ideas and thoughts of the young woman before him. Her guardian agitated him deeply with his distrustful glances and cold demeanor. 

Y/N on the other hand was on edge for an entirely different reason. As much as she wished to truly enjoy the rare company of her family, she could not help but be worried about the whereabouts of Finn. Given the  strange behaviour she witnessed earlier from him and his sudden disappearance she could not help but ponder the worst, especially given the current circumstances. It could be entirely possible Finn had aligned himself with the fae in order to rid himself of Klaus and the others. As far as she recalled, Finn had never been too particularly fond of the vampiric lifestyle and it is certainly within his motives to fix the balance of nature and forever end the vampire lines.

The rest of the night in the company of the Mikaelsons continued smoothly, with the exception of Kol getting a little too drunk and flirting with Davina. Y/N was able to enjoy the company of her lively Aunt. Soon came the peak of the full moon and the makeshift family slipped away to trap the fae. As Davina gathered the necessary ingredients for a binding ritual and Alaric his iron weapons, Y/N shared her suspicions of Finn and him possibly knowing her true identity. Both had agreed that Finn would be a potential suspect in aiding and plotting with the fae to get rid of the Vampire Sire line, him included. With caution in mind, the trio made their way towards the woods where Y/N last spoke to Finn. Since, Finn was most likely aligned with fae, the two would track him using Y/N’s blood, a plan which quickly came to a stop when the magic revealed the family together in their manor. 

Relief didn’t last as the winds picked up around the trio and both Y/N and Davina picked up the excited whispers of dead witches. The brotherhood so it seemed had finally succeeded in crafting the daggers it was only a matter of time before they used it. Huh, maybe it was her paranoia seeping in earlier and Finn was just too ashamed of his earlier behaviour to make an appearance at dinner.

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Imperfect Perfection:

The basics of this au is that in the far past, before the kitsune trio was ever made. Before that thought even popped into Alaric's head, even.

Emperor Alaric, the most perfect, powerful being of the kitsune race ever to be born into existence, fell into conflict with the goddess Amaterasu.

No one knows the exact reason for their feud.

Some say it was because the goddess Amaterasu wanted the god unchained the heaven that could pose a threat to her to be subdued.

Others that that instead of subdued, she wanted him to be taught humility and kindness, to which the kitsune god saw no need for and took it as a slight againt him.

Some other people said it were a contest between the two, yet devolved into a feud.

Case in point, now one knew how it started. But they do know that whatever happened between the two, caused a battle said to shake the very ten realms themselves.

Later becoming a full blown war between the gods of heaven and the kitsunes under the emperors rule.

The battle was, quite honestly. Devastating in the extreme, both for the gods and the kitsunes.

Though far more for the latter than the former.

Kitsune's died in high numbers, with even Alaric himself feeling the strain of going up against the sun goddess herself. The first time they battled he lost his left arm.

The second time they battled he lost his eye.

The third, and final, time they battled. He lost most of his power.

The sun goddess knew if they were to fight again it would just keep going on and on, so she came up with a plan to take away most of the kitsune god's power.

The plan worked, with the once divine and perfect being reduced to nothing but a shell of his former self, a far, far weaker shell.

Even with the taking of his power, he was still strong, strong enough to fight gods, but nowhere near that overwhelming power he previously possessed.

Nowhere near enough to fight Amaterasu any longer.

And so, he admitted defeat.

The mental blow of losing his power hit him hard, one of the aspects that of which made him perfect, his power. Gone. His subjects, reduced to so few in number that it would be accurate to say they were near extinction. Gone.

He was no longer perfect, in his eyes at least.

So he locked himself away, denying the sun goddess' attempts to help him adjust to his state.

Him staying in the pocket dimension where time laid still, and enough light to make up for the drastic weakness he faced from his power loss. Was supposed to stay that way forever.

With him staying in self-isolation and occasionally granting any wish within his power that he got from the prayers of what few kitsune they were left.

Until one day, a lone heavenly dragon, one with pure white scales that glimmered a rainbow in the sun. Wandered the ruins of the kitsune capital, and then intruded upon the domain of what was once the elder god of perfection Alaric.

Both of their lives was changed that day.

(Bro how the fuck I said basics and it turned into THIS.)

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@wcrfcres * alaric mormont

[...] Haphazard stitches weren't enough to stop the bloom of crimson on the linen wrapped around her arm, but it did slow. It was all the reason needed to break from the safety of protectors to seek her brother ; she'd find Alaric Mormont instead. Lithe feet, and ruined silk made her agile enough to slip into shadows, watching him make short work of the guests with a ferocity, unhinged. This was different from the tourney, this was combat without rules and there was something in the lord Mormont's gaze which frightened her to come close; perhaps it was pride, or even envy that made her prompted her to do as her cousin might, or her brother would. Fingers grasped around a sconce grabbed from wall, lit and blazing strikes down on an intruder looking to blindside the lord Mormont. A hiss of pain is all that's heard as she grabs at her arm. Her own attack did little but stumble the guest ; she was too weak and hardly a threat.

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– Mystic Falls High – Parking Lot of Pouting –

Bonnie Bennet: My boyfriend is spending all of his time with his dead girlfriends!

Caroline Forbes: My vampire werewolf hybrid boyfriend is Klaus’ bitch!

Elena Gilbert: Today’s my one-year anniversary with my boyfriend, who went on a six month long murder spree, leaving a trail of bodies up and down the East Coast, got compelled into switching off his humanity, and is staying in town for the sole purpose of keeping me alive so that an even more evil vampire can use me as a walking blood bank when he wants to make more unstoppable murder machines.

Caroline Forbes: …You win.

– Castle Salvatore –

Damon Salvatore: Hi Stefan! You got sorority sister all over my good carpets!

Stefan Salvatore: Wait till you see what I did to your sheets!

Rebekah: Hi boys! Klaus ditched me so I’m staying here now! Don’t worry, I’ll find my own room!

Damon Salvatore: …This whole “intruding on other people’s lives and making them miserable” is a lot more fun when I’m doing it.

– Mystic Falls High – Lockers of Loneliness –

Jeremy Gilbert: Hi Bonnie! You’re avoiding me!

Bonnie Bennet: Hi Jeremy! Maybe we can hang out again when you aren’t sexing your dead girlfriends!

– Mystic Falls High –

Vicki Donovan: Hi Matt! Would you like to help me do some black magic?

Matt Donovan: I remember when my life was normal.

Tyler Lockwood: You talk to yourself! You’re funny!

– Mikael’s Mausoleum –

Damon Salvatore (on the phone): Hi Katherine! I need you to hurry up and revive Mikael so he can kill Klaus so I can fix Stefan so my carpets won’t get ruined!

Katherine Pierce (on the phone): You’re in luck! A hapless victim just wandered by!

– Mystic Falls High – Hallway of Hopelessness

Damon Salvatore (on the phone): Hi Elena! My brilliant plan of running straight at Klaus without a plan has had an unforeseen consequence! I have a Babriepire living with me!

Elena Gilbert: What about Stefan? Is he doing anything interesting?

Damon Salvatore (on the phone): Hey was that the bell? Don’t wanna be late for class!

Caroline Forbes: Hi Elena! I know what will cheer you up! A school spirit bonfire! Which is in no way endorsed by the school, despite the flyers I’m hanging up all over the place, and which will feature plenty of illegal boozing!

Tyler Lockwood: That sounds great! Almost as great as the fact that I’m an unkillable death dervish that’s dating a hot blond and getting the blood hookup from another hot blond!

Caroline Forbes: Is not amused.

Stefan Salvatore: Hi Elena! Remember how we met in this very spot one year ago today? Things sure have changed!

Alaric Saltzman: Hi Stefan! I think you should GTFO of here!

The Lady of the Manor: Um, Alaric? He’s a vampire, and you’re a drunk.

Stefan Salvatore: She’s right! Wallshove!

Alaric Saltzman: Pout.

– Mystic Falls High – History Class of Histrionics –

Elena Gilbert: Hi Alaric! I’m going to tell you some stuff you should already know, in case anyone was confused by the last episode!

Alaric Saltzman: I’m going to pretend to be a responsible adult with a grown-up job!

Stefan Salvatore: I watched the last history teacher die!

Rebekah: I slept through the last eighty years! I hope you can help me catch up on current events!

– Mystic Falls High – Stoner Stoop –

Matt Donovan: Hi Vicki! I’m unclear on this whole “helping you come back from the dead” thing!

Vicki Donovan: It’s real simple! You just have to help me commit a bunch of murders!

Jeremy Gilbert: Hi Matt! Hi Matt’s sister, who I totally don’t see!

– Mystic Falls High – Bathroom of Bad Omens

Jeremy Gilbert: So yeah, Matt can see Vicki now.

Anna: I sure hope she isn’t planning something unspeakably evil!

– Mystic Falls High – Football Field of Fear –

Rebekah: Hi Caroline! I’m going to slowly dismantle your life!

The Coach: Hi guys! I’m going to run you into the ground!

Tyler Lockwood: Loook into my eeeyes</dracula>

The Coach: See you later guys! Have fun getting drunk at the bonfire!

Rebekah: I can do endless handsprings whee!

Stefan Salvatore: Hi Elena! I’ve been assigned to protect you! I watched a bunch of Lifetime movies about abusive boyfriends to prepare for my role!

The Lady of the Manor: Rebekah is surprisingly limber after spending eighty years in a box.

– Mikael’s Mausoleum –

Katherine Pierce: Hi Mikael! I brought you a snack!

Mikael: I shall not sully these lips with the blood of a human being!

Katherine Pierce: …Everyone I know is lame.

– Saltzman Slums – Gilbert Gymnasium –

Damon Salvatore: Hi Buffy!

Elena Gilbert: I lift weights now!

Damon Salvatore: I can show you the way to a vampire’s heart!

Elena Gilbert: I need a cold shower!

Team Delena: Agrees.

lmfao!! omg, this was the best part...

Damon Salvatore: …This whole “intruding on other people’s lives and making them miserable” is a lot more fun when I’m doing it.

[gccdstories]

Natalia's gaze narrowed harder. The spitting, hateful words on the very tip of her biting tongue as Sebastian came closer. Like he dared to intrude so close to her--like he dared to think he still had such a right to!

She nearly growled at him, as the darkness threaded around her arms. Wisps of it, even as it grew thicker. Solid. Bands of blackness, of hardened shadow, that could cut just as easily as any sharpened metal blade.

Deep, black eyes that held centuries of rage pierced Sebastian as Natalia said not a word. As she let him say his speech, beg and plead and make what excuses he seemed to think made any of it better, made any of it worth it--

It was when Sebastian reached for her hands, however, that she yanked them back, nails wanting little more than to claw his face to ribbons.

❝ You made my choice for me. You decided for me, Sebastian, without taking a single moment to let me make up my own damn mind! ❞ The anger that had brewed for centuries hadn't remotely settled by his words; if anything, it had only intensified.

Azriel and Aleksander stood a few feet away with Adrian, as the two attempted to fill in Aleksander's twin and his mate on the most recent events, even if everyone seemed to be partly tuned into the conversation happening between Sebastian and Natalia as well.

❝ You mean that's him then? ❞ Azriel said quietly, gaze on their parents as he spoke to his twin, and Aleksander nodded as Adrian shrugged.

❝ That's what he says, and judging from Mother's reaction-- It has to be true, doesn't it? She wouldn't react that way if it wasn't. ❞

Xaden was on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, gaze half on the window to the outside and half on the others within. He hadn't seen his brothers in-- He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen them. Especially the young twins.

And they obviously weren't young anymore, either.

He'd let Alaric try and soothe over whatever mess seemed to have sprung up in regards to Alusina. From what Xaden could glean, it wasn't going to be a nice reunion in the slightest; not that he'd even remotely hoped for such a thing.

To do that was just stupid and foolish.

❝ -- decided you knew better than I did! ❞ Even if she didn't yell, didn't scream, the hissed tone, the undercurrent of pure anger that laced Natalia's tone, cut deep to the core of it. ❝ You're doing it again! Right now! You took my damn choice away like you somehow knew better-- ❞

Sebastian felt his patience snap.

Enough.

He spun on his heel, winnowing to her. He leaned across the table at her, his lightning crawling up his arms.

"Be angry at me, Fates kill me Natalia. But do that away from this land."

Anastasiya blinked, stepping toward Aleksander. She frowned at them, she'd never seen anyone talk like that to Natalia.

Who was he? She tugged at Aleksander's shirt.

"Who is that? Did we win love?"

"What do you mean my sister is dead?!

Anastasiya glanced at Alusina, her magic sparking. Sebastian turned, his own reacting. He blinked, staring at Anastasiya, really stared at her.

"Your hold her blood. You hold Kanden's blood."

Anastasiya stepped away, pressing into Aleksander's side.

"I have no idea who that is. Amarantha might though. Who are you? What -"

Sebastian quickly dismissed her, focusing again on Natalia. He stepped around the table, holding Natalia's eyes.

She was clearly pretty with no actual power.

"Hate me, kill me, do not die here. Please. That's all I'm asking. Do not let them die here."

He took another step toward her, wondering briefly if he'd have to actually fight her.

"And I'd do it again. It was not your fight, your war. I never wanted to drag you into this."

He reached for her again, eyes nearly daring her to cut his fingers off.

"You are the only weakness I have Natalia. The only one. Was it selfish? Yes. I'd do it all again, I would have walked away - I still will if that's possible. If I didn't think they'd hunt me down and kill you all. Natalia please -"

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Mikaelsons x sister!reader - the light is you

The Mikealsons x sister reader. FLUFF. :) love you - Anon💜

The entirety of the supernatural world knew of the originals. Dangerous. Unforgiving. They know of the Mikaelson siblings.

What they didn’t know was that there was another sibling.

But you weren’t like the others.

Yes you were a vampire. But you had never turned off your humanity, you’d never killed a human, and when you fed from one you always fed them your blood and compelled them to forget.

You were different.

Gentle.

And that’s why the siblings worried for you.

They tried their best to look out for you, especially Klaus. He saw the way the world was and he didn’t want it to turn you into what it had turned him into.

Anywhere you went he had to go.

So when you asked to go to the grill, he tagged along behind you. As much as he didn’t want to go, he wasn’t going to let you got there alone.

“Don’t wonder to far.” Klaus whispered.

“I won’t! Elijah and Rebekah are coming soon too.” You beamed.

With that, you wondered away towards the pool table where Jeremy was playing pool with Tyler and Matt.

You’d become friends with them after you decided to go to high school out of boredom. And of course your brothers and sister were totally against it. But since no one knew about you, and no one knows your a vampire you were safe.

“Hey (Y/N).” Jeremy smiled.

“Hey guys, where are the others?” You asked.

“Not sure, they said they’d be here by now.” Matt shrugged.

You hummed and nodded, pulling up a nearby chair to just sit and watch how the game played out along with Tyler who had just lost.

“Want a drink?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah please. Get me whatever.”

“Sure thing.” He smiled.

He wondered away and you carried on watching.

When he came back he gave you a drink and pulled up a chair next to you, and you guys started talking.

Slowly the others started trickling in.

Every time the door went you would naturally look over. Klaus and Elijah were talking in one booth, and Rebekah had somehow roped Caroline, Bonnie and Elena into a conversation.

You could heard that Salvatore brothers whispering to Alaric about something, but not wanting to intrude you didn’t listen in properly.

Instead you cheered Jeremy on as he was playing against Tyler again, and he had nearly won the game.

Standing up, you walked over and stood in front of the table, clasping your hands behind you back.

“You were bragging so hard earlier.” You smirked.

“I can still win.” He said.

You looked over the table and shook your head.

“You’d need one hell of a miracle.” You laughed.

“Oh shut up.” He snapped.

You turned your head a rose a brow at him.

“Relax it’s just a joke Tyler.”

“Well it’s distracting so shut up and go away!” He growled.

You took a step back, walking straight into someone.

Looking up, you found Klaus right behind you and he placed a hand on your shoulder. Elijah stood just in front of you and Rebekah to your side.

“What’re your doing here?” Damon growled as he walked over.

Now you stood in front of your friends, surrounded by your siblings.

“Let her go Klaus.” Alaric warned.

“Not while your little pet is getting angry with her.” He growled.

“You threaten our beloved sister, you deal with us. Simple as.” Elijah shrugged.

“Sister?!” Caroline yelled.

You sighed and nodded your head, placing your hand on Klaus’ you gave it a gentle squeeze and removed it from your shoulder.

Gently nudging Elijah to the side, you stood in front of him.

“Yes. I am the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings. (Y/N) Mikaelson. But please, don’t be angry with me! I just wanted a normal life. I wanted friends, to do things like a normal teenager.”

You gave them all a weak smile.

“But if you don’t want to talk to me anymore I understand, I’ll leave.”

They all stared at you.

“Get out…” Bonnie whispered.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You simply nodded your head and left.

You never went to school after that, you stayed at the apartment.

Your siblings saw how upset you were, and finally it was Rebekah who decided to try and help you first after thinking long a hard.

“Come on, let’s go.” She said.

“Where?” You asked.

Rebekah walked up and pulled you from the bed, taking your hand she started to drag you downstairs.

“Bekah!” You whined.

“Just come!” She laughed.

Taking you outside she, she dragged you into the car and started driving.

She didn’t answer when you asked her again and again where she was dragging you off to.

Finally she pulled up in front of the school, and you sighed.

“Bekah please, I want to go home.”

“Just trust me.” She smiled.

You followed her out of the car, and she started to lead you through the school halls until she took you into the gym.

Inside was everyone, including your two brothers who smiled brightly and walked over to you.

“(Y/N).” Elijah smiled.

“Hey ‘lijah.” You smiled.

Hugging him lightly, you pulled away to look at Klaus who held his arms open.

Walking over, you happily padded into his arms, and sighed softly as you hugged him back.

“They wish to talk to you, but we’ll be right here.” He whispered.

You nodded your head and pulled away from him, and you walked around, heading over to stand in front of him.

“We did try call.” Elena smiled.

You blinked, then smiled sheepishly.

“I… lost my phone…”

“Again?” Matt asked.

“Yeah…”

They laughed softly and you laughed a little as well.

“Look, we’re not fully convinced on the whole trusting you thing.” Damon said.

“Damon!” Alaric hissed.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You nodded.

“But, you really haven’t done anything to hurt us. You’re a good friend, and we don’t really want to loose you.” Bonnie smiled.

You smiled brightly.

“Really?!”

“Yeah! You’re our best friend!” Caroline laughed.

“Exactly, and without your hyper self with us it’s been boring (Y/N).” Jeremy smiled.

You grinned and jogged over, throwing yourself into his arms. He laughed and held you tightly and spun you around.

They didn’t trust your siblings.

But they trusted you, and they loved you. They didn’t want to throw all of the away because of a feud with your siblings.

Seeing you so happy, Klaus couldn’t help but smile.

Yes, he has plans. Things he wanted to do. But seeing you smiling like that, he couldn’t bring himself to go through with them.

He couldn’t hurt your friends, because he’d hurt you and that’s just something he would never do.

“You have to promise not to do anything stupid.” Elijah whispered to him.

Klaus nodded his head.

“For now. However if they do much as make her cry, I will end them.” He growled.

No one was every going to take your soul from you, not while they had a day because you were still a bright light. And they needed you to guide them out of the darkness that surrounded them

[lyranova]

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Hello, everyone! Nara here. It seemed like Character AI shadowbanned some of my bots so here’s a list of them as of 10/28/24.

Legend:

♡ - fluff

ꨄ - angst

✿ - semi nsfw

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✧ - uncategorized

[REQ] - requested

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Alaric ✿ brat tamer [❥]

Aries ✧ accidental text

Axle ★ chocolate aphrodisiac - Character AI | Spicychat AI | Chai

Dorian ★ outfit showcase - Character AI | Spicychat AI | Chai

Ethan ✿ hot intruder

Hanz ✿ nonchalant friend [❥]

Javi ★ friends w/benefits - Character AI | Spicychat AI | Chai

Kaito ✿ breathless calls

Leo ✧ brother’s best friend

Love and Deepspace ✿ spies undercover [AU]

Minho ✿ possessive fiancé

Percy ★ aphrodisiac prank - Character AI | Spicychat AI

Rafayel ✿ Fiery Undercurrents

Vin ✧ accidental text [FIL]

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Yuri ★ asmr listener - Character AI | Spicychat AI

Zephyr ★ pleasure practice - Character AI | Spicychat AI | Chai

Zyon ✿ demon of lust

[otterbagel]

The Reunion (Part 2) Simon x Reader

Reader makes a rash decision, one that has long lasting consequences.

(Notes: Link to part 1! Hope you enjoy the rest of the story. :) )

The air in the building was tense as you stood in the elevator, watching the numbers slowly rise.

   The police had mostly left by now, all that remained were a few cleanup crews who were, for the most part, still here just to avoid going to their next assignment. Not that you blamed them; this had been quite a scary day.

   Since you weren't in charge of anything big, you hadn't even known anything was going on until the broadcast had nearly finished. You had been… what had you been doing? Vetting some stories you had found to be a bit too mundane for publication. Even though the strange interference had originated from a few floors above you, it took a panicked employee yelling at the TV for you to notice.

   There wasn't much anyone could do; police and security had already been notified. Just watching the skinless android on screen was the most productive thing your team could possibly do.

   And watch they did. A few were visibly jittery, talking about barricading the doors just in case they decided to come down here— although the thought of an android group demanding an entertainment piece be written about their exploits almost got a chuckle out of you— others were more frustrated and annoyed. Older employees trying to figure out how the topmost office was sieged so quietly, annoyed that they might have to stay late, even discussions about who sent the androids.

   Through it all you had remained calm, trying to lead the group as best you could through the confusion.

   The elevator dinged.

   But despite how you tried to compose yourself, you couldn't help but feel a sense of fear… and a deep longing.

    You stepped out, the hallway devoid of any life. The usual guards up here had been knocked out and were probably taking a very long vacation.

   At the very end of the hallway, right before the broadcasting room, stood a couple of human guards; you doubted they would risk using any androids up here for the foreseeable future.

   With the hallway as empty as it was, the guards immediately took notice of you.

   "Hey, what's your business up here?" One asked in a gruff voice.

   You held up your keycard, a passive way of showing your status. "I wanted to get a better look at the room," you pulled out your cellphone, gently shaking it in the air in an attention attracting manner. "Wanted to get some photos too— we don't have any good ones to use for our article on it."

   He appeared to ponder it for a moment before stepping aside, his partner following suit. He gave a nod.

   With a quick stride you entered the room.

   It appeared to have been deep cleaned, no trace of what had occurred. Some furniture had been moved aside, likely for cleaning. 

   Angling some of the less disturbed areas into the view of your phone's camera, you snapped a few quick pictures through the thickness of your throat.

   It felt eerie to be standing here.

   That android had been standing in nearly this exact location just hours ago, demanding rights and freedoms… that sort of talk would have him destroyed.

   And yet… you completely agreed with him.

   Your hands tensed on your phone as you looked to the floor.

   Why couldn't this have happened two years earlier?

   Why couldn't it have happened before that day?

   

   ...It didn't matter. He was far away, and safe from this sort of persecution. Maybe in Canada where no android laws existed… or maybe he was still in the States, just in a rural place and pretending to be human. 

   At least, that's what you told yourself to help you sleep at night.

   You shook the thought away. There was no use thinking about him now. 

   Bringing yourself back to reality, you took a cursory glance around the room. You didn't get to come up here very often, maybe once or twice in the year you had been writing for them.

   With the TV screen off, it was oddly empty looking in here.

   There seemed to be a couple of points of interest: a darkened break room and a stairway to the roof.

   Wasn't the roof where the deviants jumped?

   That would be an interesting photo. You doubted there were many before the incident.

   You climbed the dark stairs, taking in a deep, cold breath before you opened the outside door. 

   Chills ran down your hand and up your arm before you even had the door fully open.

   You let the door shut behind you, as you crossed your arms to ward off the cold. Being this high up made the wind much rougher than you were used to.

   The edge of the building was daunting. You hesitated to even approach it, lest a stray gust of wind send you sailing over. Without those parachutes, the intruders would've never made it back down in one piece.

   The wind was a bit much. You took a few quick pictures before stepping closer to some of the walls. At least it would give some sort of protection.

   There was a loud clanging noise nearby that made your phone fall out of your hands.

   After you got over your moment of frozen alarment, you kneeled down to scoop up your phone, eyes wide and looking for the source.

   Had that been the wind? Wouldn't you have heard it earlier if it was something that continuous and natural?

   You crept around the large, metal ducts. Had to be from one of those.

   There was an entrance to one of the metal compartments. That seemed to be the only place left for anyone to hide.

   A worried thought crossed your mind: had someone been stuck up here during the panic?

   Heading towards the door at a more brave pace, you stood a foot near the entrance with your hand reached for the handle. You paused, your more cautious nature pulling your hand away ever so slightly.

   "H-hello?" You questioned quietly towards the door.

   Silence.

   You exhaled a tense breath, your hand making its way to the metallic door.

   You knocked against it.

   A loud fumbling noise from inside and the clicking of a gun sent you stumbling backwards and into a panic. This had to be a deviant, somehow left behind in the chaos.

   "You don't wanna shoot me," your voice was higher pitched than usual as you fought against the wind and deep seated terror for breath. "The shots will be really loud. People will hear."

   

   "Just," the android's voice was hard to make out, the echo in the compartment distorting his words. "Just go away. Leave me alone. I just want to be left alone."

   After an extra second to make out what he said, you rose to a crawl and sat beside the door. "Why are you still up here?" You questioned. He didn't seem hostile.

   He was quiet for a while. "I was injured," he explained. "I couldn't make the jump. I wanted to see if I could get back down tonight."

   You nodded to yourself in understanding. "So… you're a part of that group of deviants? Are there a lot of them?"

   Things went uncomfortably quiet until he spoke up again. "...why would you like to know?"

   You licked your lips, struggling to verbalize the thoughts you had had bouncing around in your head for two years. "I… was friends with an android," you began wistfully and with a small chuckle. "I was wondering if he was okay, that's all."

   The android went quiet again, the sound of what seemed to be him shuffling around inside to get more comfortable filling the silence. 

   "I… well I find it hard to believe," he remarked softly. "A lot of humans are very cruel… few seem to care about what happens to us."

   He was right. It seemed that nobody cared about androids or bonded with them the way you had Simon. You couldn't understand the cruelty they could have towards androids if they did.

   You placed a hand to your chest. "I know that humans are normally cruel," you began. "B-but I honestly cared about him so much. I would've given anything for us to be together. I swear it."

   You stared at the ground while the android thought to himself.

   "I was lucky," the deviant began. "The human I knew was very kind. I had been discarded over and over… and reset every time. I wasn't as useful as other androids."

   You let your head rest against the metal as you listened. 

   "Then… they bought me. I knew I had been reset a lot… and expected they would do it too after they got bored of me…" his voice trailed until it was interrupted by a halfhearted laugh. "But they didn't. They treated me like a person. They… respected me. I felt like I might have had a future with them. A future where I wasn't just an object or a maid, but someone who brought meaning into the world."

   You let his story hang in the air while you thought of your own tale. You could only hope you had made Simon feel the same way.

   "When I… bought him," you felt gross saying it. "I didn't know much about androids. But after spending time with him, I knew he was so much more than what everyone tried to tell me. Just how… how beautiful of a person he was. He had to be more than that. I was excited to see him when I got home, to tell him about my day and to hear about his. He meant everything to me."

   The android's tone was calm. "It sounds like you loved him."

   You smiled to yourself, rubbing your hands together to warm them. "I still do," you responded, before the torrent of regrets washed over you like an unforgiving wave.

   It had been such a dumb mistake. But even the simplest slip-ups can destroy lives.

   You collapsed into sorrowful laughter, covering your face with a tense hand as you tried to hold back your overflowing emotions. "It was so stupid!" You exclaimed, lost in your own thoughts. "I… he needed repairs— his previous people were horrible… if I ever…"

   You shook away the thought to get back on track.

   "He… he needed skin repairs, so I thought it would be okay to go to a Cyberlife repair shop. But I didn't even think about whether they would check who his real 'owners' were," you spat. "When they found out how we had met, they were going to take him away. He had no choice but to run away. We were out of options."

   The android was quiet, but you were too emotional to pay much attention.

   "It was just one mistake! If I had just gone anywhere else… we could still be together." Your sorrow was brief before passion returned to your heart, directing your attention back to the metal door that was separating you and the android. "You have more androids with you, right? You don't have to tell me anything else, I just want to know if he's okay. His name is Simon. Have you met him? Please, tell me you have!"

   Loud, metallic fumbling came from the other side of the door before it flung open. You scuttled backwards in alarm.

   The blonde android nearly collapsed out of the doorway, his arm sliding off the door and onto the ground as held himself up to get a better look at you.

   It was him.

   He appeared troubled, but was fighting off a smile. "How… what are you doing here?" He whispered.

   "S… Si…" you stuttered, unable to get out his name in case it separated you two again.

   You snatched him up into your arms, enveloping him in a tight hug. He fumbled to return the gesture, letting his head rest on one of your shoulders.

   "I… I can't believe it," you sobbed. "It's you! You're here! You're actually h-here!"

   His hands gripped your clothing as if he was worried you would slip away. "But how are you here?" he asked, his voice shaking.

   "I work here now," you choked out through a laugh. "What are the odds?"

   "I can't believe this!" Simon fell into a bout of laughter himself. "I get to see you again!"

   You knew that whatever lied ahead for the androids and humanity, nothing would separate you two again.

[dearorphic]

@wcrfcres * alaric mormont

[...] The familiar ache of wounds reopened and new bruises formed when they were healing amidst the quiet in the gardens wasn't unfamiliar to Antony Arryn. Not for house Mormont, kin of snow and ruin that chilled to the bone and made pain its legacy in the snowstorms on an island that wrested the best of them both. Comparison to the youngest couldn't be denied when Antony unravelled into baser instincts, who was now calm since his run-in with Darion Goodbrother - with injury to show for it too - but ... there is still catharsis to be found in the violence. Antony showed no signs of stopping. His weapons reused from the fallen or grabbed from the walls; the gore and disaster of the night making him look just like the intruders. A disguise used to his advantage, clearing a few that had his youngest swarmed in with a berserker's fury; without grace, or tact.

" You would deprive me a brother ? " Selfishly said, and a reprimand for having caught him lacking in defense. " Don't ever let anyone cage you in. "

[multistoty]

Hope only pondered this a few quick moments. Sure, there was some truth to Klaus’s appreciation of the cruel streak that had practically been given to her by birth. A streak that could be warmed to a burning fire if she let it. The redhead was sometimes to caring for her own good. Logic of the past would have said to hell with feelings. Hey, logic at the time would probably have been right to kill the intruder on the one family dinner that had seemed whole since Hayley left them. Mikealson dinners were often deadly or chaotic, but this time Hope felt like she had everything she’d ever wanted even after almost dieing. She had her father smiling up at her from the table with her aunts and uncle’s nearby and a best friend who accepted every single part of the girl that she wanted to hide. To find someone who loved your monster was an impossible luxury. Ridicule had been the path of the heir who had caused so much damage. Landon was the phoenix in the end though it was Jessalyn who reached into the ashes and nursed her back to health for the rise. There were rough edges in her that should have wanted to take out the only person who could fissure her family apart.Humanity was the most valuable blessed curse. The eternal paradox of what is considered a monster and where you stand in relation. Klaus’s overprotectiveness usually one out. Hopefully, this would not drive some wedge between the two men, but she had to be sure that he was safe for them to trust before anything further could happen. The word ‘proud’ always meant more to the child than she wanted anyone else to know. The absence of the great originals and wonder how to be worthy of the mantle that the tribrid had grown up under even when they all had thought of her as little Hope Marshall had plagued her mind like demon. Could any teenager be worthy of all this sacrifice? It didn’t help that trouble followed her even to the Salvatore School. The most powerful beings in the world had been saddled with her robbed with years of growth together. There was something calming about hearing such things from somebody who was outside there sphere of genetics or friendship. Hope had always craved the acceptance of others under the hard layers of her armor especially someone important to her best friend. What had his surrogate mother figure reported back to the illustrious man? The witch wondered sometimes if this is how Klaus would have looked should it have been longer for him without his child. His magic was still very new to her though flinging doors were new to him. Klaus had taken Jess under his wing, but in a way he always co parented with Elijah who had been like a watch dog since they got here. The suited original insured they were certified good members of society case and point Klaus’s approval of Jessalyn’s bait and switch savior move. “ i have never ever seen Uncle Elijah like this.” Hope confessed with a hand running absentmindedly against the bare put of her wrist as if the ghost of the magical bracelet still lived there. This trip into the realm of peace in the son of the devil had been off putting, but it had taught her the resemblance between her perfectly put together noble original uncle and her masochastic father. Part of her understood that Elijah feared losing someone else after Hayley. He had been slightly overprotective since Hope had joined the clan in the wake of the hollow though never did he treat others who weren’t threats so disrespectfully. He was usually the cooling water to his siblings fire. “I doubt that there is much that you can say or do. He’d never say it out loud, but Jess has kind of been like a daughter to him. My dad was pretty much outlawed from bringing me to the school because of Alaric so Elijah got to know my friends pretty well. They are quite similar people. She goes to him when panic seeps in or advice is needed. I’d say be open and real. Elijah can see through lies and liars better than anyone. Share your intentions and allow him his interrogation.- though I doubt I helped with ditching him in favor of threatening you. They often think us teenagers are almost made of glass.”

@fireinyourblood​

[hellgiven]

                  the  days  leading  up  to  leaving  ,  she'd  been  so  busy  with  preparing  and  attending  the  few  games  the  team  had  before.  including  finding  someone  to  tend  to  alaric  while  her  and  alex  were  away.  thankfully  ,  one  of  the  guys  who  were  staying  behind  as  well  as  one  of  her  university  friends  could  help  her  out  with  that.  that  was  one  of  her  biggest  concerns.  davina  was  aware  of  how  much  focus  this  team  building  camp  was  going  to  take  and  she  respected  it  fully.  which  was  why  she  was  going  to  make  sure  she  didn't  get  in  the  way.  while  the  guys  were  training  ,  she  was  going  to  be  elsewhere.  the  moments  she  could  be  distracting  for  jo  would  be  saved  for  the  freetime  they  got.  no  one  was  surprised  when  they  sat  together  .  the  kiss  stealing  ,  sometimes  occupied  by  one  of  the  other  teammates  chuckling  and  teasing  them  about  it.  though  for  the  most  part  ,  everyone  seemed  to  rest  and  do  their  own  thing  during  the  flight.  and  while  jo  slept  ,  davina  listened  to  music. 

               alex  made  sure  that  he  kept  davina  close  once  the  plane  landed  and  they  loaded  up  on  the  bus  to  head  to  the  hotel.  considering  this  was  her  first  long  plane  ride  and  new  place  ,  she  wasn't  surprised  by  her  cousin's  actions.  of  course  ,  her  first  thought  was  finding  jo  after  everyone  got  settle  but  the  midfielder  beat  her  to  the  chase.  "  could  have  roomed  with  jess  or  one  of  the  other  ladies  who  tagged  along.  but  .  .  .  "  she  trailed  off  as  his  hand  rested  on  her  hip  and  her  own  arms  wrapped  around  his  neck.  "  i  wanted  privacy.  "  davina  chuckled  ,  giving  him  a  wink  .  "  of  course.  besides  ,  i  hear  it's  beautiful  at  night  .  "   her  smile  grew  when  he  mentioned  that  the  whole  team  dinner  included  her.  and  honestly  ,  it  made  her  happy.  how  she  was  instantly  included  in  most  of  the  team  outings  and  all.   "  i  figured  i  was  and  i  wanted  to  ask  but,  didn't  want  to  intrude  or  something.  you  know  how  i  can  get  sometimes  .  .  .  "  she  unwrapped  her  arms  from  his  neck  before  moving  her  hands  to  rest  on  his  chest.   "  i  overthink  .  .  .   and  we've  got  almost  two  hours  before  dinner.  "  davina's  eyes  glanced  to  the  bed.  "  do  you  have  plans  ?  because  if  not  –  i  know  of  a  few  ways  we  can  kill  time.  " 

Honestly he was more than happy to be going back to Faro. It was warm, much warmer than Munich was lately. Not that it was hard to beat but he would take what he could get. It was different this time, however, because Davina was tagging along. Needless to say he was looking forward to that despite not getting to spend all the time with her while they were there. It was a team building camp after all, they were meant to be focused on that first. It wasn't a worry for Jo, he knew Davina understood that and would work with what free time they had. A smile tugged at his lips as she sat next to him on the jet, stealing kisses when they could , though he fell asleep later on in the flight despite going back an hour compared in time. He didn't need to look up what there was to do really, mostly because of this being a second time there, but also because his time was mostly controlled by the team, unlike her.

Jo only woke up when when he felt the plane beginning to land. Stretching a bit as they loaded up the bus and made their way to the resort where they'd be staying. Being given the room 316, he made his way up along with his roommate in Nik. He dropped his things off and settled in a bit before saying he'd be back in time for dinner but don't wait up for him. Nik understood and gave a smirk before turning back to his own belongings. Jo chuckled and shook his head as he walked down to her room. A soft knock but loud enough for her to hear got her attention and soon the door opened before him. Jo's smile grew as he saw her staring back at him with a smile to match. There was no fight from him, allowing him to be pulled into her room. "Look at you, I mean I don't know who would even be rooming with you anyway." He teases a bit, letting his other hand rest on her hip as he gives her a kiss back. "The beach?" He looks at her a moment. "I don't see why not. After dinner anyway since we have to do that whole team eating together, you are included in that. You know that right?"