#we spent 5 hours together and are going to make other plans soon

[emometalhead]

I hung out with my best friend today and it fixed me 🩷

[khristie16]

Blindfolded Desires

about: Turning Point - Confessions - Love Making warnings: 18+, smut, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, Charles is demanding and jealous, breast slapping, rough sex info: passion is what is between the two of you notes: (✿◡‿◡) @buendiabebeta @notleclerc Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You met Nicole in her room, and she opened the door with enthusiasm. Your natural smile mirrored her excitement as she grabbed your hand and led you to the not-so-comfortable bed you both shared in the dorms. Her excitement was contagious as she inhaled deeply.

"Okay, so I have big news," she exclaimed, holding her left hand high to reveal her engagement ring.

You were in shock for a moment, but soon a huge smile spread across your face. Both of you jumped up, holding hands and doing rounds of joy together.

"Oh my god, oh my god, how did it happen?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement. She shared every detail, and by the end, you both collapsed on the floor, giggling like little girls.

"Honey," you rolled onto your stomach to face her, "who will you invite? When will be the wedding?"

Nicole burst into laughter. It had only been an hour since she got engaged, and you were already diving into wedding plans.

"I don't know yet, but you'll definitely be there! And, of course, Jack's friends," she looked at you with a hint of sadness, implying that Charles would be there too. You nodded, but your smile returned immediately.

"But what about Stephan?" you asked eagerly. Nicole furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. "Stephen? Charles's cousin?"

You confirmed, and she continued, "Why would he be there? They're not even living together."

Confused, you thought Stephan lived with Charles. After all, he often spoke about Charles being out on dates and spending nights with different girls. How else could he know? Realizing the mix-up, you got confused. Nicole decided to order pizza, and you spent the rest of the night enjoying each other's company.

The entire day, thoughts about Stephan's comments on Charles occupied your mind. It wasn't that you suddenly believed Charles to be a cold-hearted person, but Stephan's words were unsettling. You found yourself pondering whether you should approach Charles, but about what exactly?

Were you his girlfriend, entitled to inquire about his dating life or the number of women he was involved with? After all, you had told him to leave because he was messing with you while simultaneously pursuing another woman. That much was clear. However, he hadn't responded, courtesy of the fact that you hadn't given him a chance to explain.

Now, you were genuinely considering seeking him out, uncertain about the outcome but unable to shake the nagging questions that lingered in your mind.

Uncertain of where to find Charles, you decided to check his dorm as your first stop. You knocked on the brown door, and after a few moments, you heard the door open. Charles appeared, looking somewhat surprised. He leaned casually against the doorframe, and you tried to inject a bit of humor into the situation.

"We switched roles, huh?" You chuckled awkwardly, but he remained silent, his arm now resting by his side.

"Can I come in?" you asked, breaking the quiet moment.

There was a moment of hesitation, but you could see a flicker of relief in his eyes. Despite the awkwardness, he was glad you were there, willing to talk. He felt a bit pathetic for acting this way after you had asked him to leave, especially since he had opened up and shown vulnerability. Yet, he understood that going on a date with another woman was a mistake. With a silent nod, he let you in.

You followed Charles into his room, watching the muscles in his back stretch under his t-shirt, stirring up feelings you tried hard to bury. As you stepped into his room, the scent of his perfume and the overall freshness enveloped you. The room was adorned in light colors, and you noticed several baseball caps scattered on various surfaces.

"So, why are you here?" Charles asked, interrupting your observational tour of his room. You gulped and hesitated before sitting down next to him on the bed, a silent acknowledgment that you had permission to be close.

"Why did you come to my room and show me… you know," you said, lowering your voice. Charles nodded, inhaling deeply, his gaze fixed on his bent knee.

"Because you rejected me. No one ever did that. It made me think," he confessed slowly, stuttering a bit. You felt a mix of empathy and curiosity, waiting for him to continue.

"I haven't been with anyone for a long time, and I got tired of how I was dealing with… this. Always having my guard up," he explained, meeting your eyes.

Confusion painted your face, and you couldn't comprehend his revelation. "Wait, you haven't been with anyone?" you asked, puzzled.

He looked at you, equally confused, tilting his head. So, you clarified,

"Stephan told me you sleep around with many women and spend your time on dates."

Charles visibly got angry, his posture becoming more rigid, and his eyes darkened. "He said what?" he hissed, still staring at you.

"He said this to me when we were on a date, and—"

"You were what?!" Charles raised his voice in disbelief.

He took a few angry steps toward his desk. "You went on a date with him?" he asked, furious.

You didn't know how to react to his outburst and stayed silent, attempting to make at least a sound. "Yes, I did. I—"

"Why?!"

Now, you stood, looking furious. "You were the one on a date while having your face between my legs!" you blurted out, catching him off guard. He backed up a bit, visibly taken aback. He frowned and looked sad.

"I know it looks stupid. I was trying to get you out of my head, which is why I went on that date. But all I was thinking about was you, and I ended the date abruptly, coming to you. It was a mistake, alright?" His tone shifted from sincere to angry as he took two steps toward you.

"Tell me why you're here, YN," he asked, scanning your face from a close distance. You briefly glanced at his lips, memories of your past encounters flooding back. Despite the moments you shared, he often degraded you when you showed affection. Fixating your gaze on his soft lips, you replied,

"I guess I'm that desperate for you, and it's not even sexy," you gulped, maintaining eye contact with his lips. He chuckled, taking two steps forward, pressing you closer to his bed.

"No, YN, we switched roles. I'm desperate for you," he declared before crushing his lips onto yours. A struggle ensued, tongues clashing out of frustration and anger. He was upset about your date with his cousin, and you were mad at how he made you feel.

"Don't think I'll let that date slide just like that," he warned as he tossed you onto the bed, momentarily taking your breath away. Shuddering, you opened your eyelids to find him on his knees.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, confused as he laid his hands on your knees making your legs wide for him.

"Punishment, jolie," he said with a wicked smile. His eyes were fixated on you, looking like a man in love. If he could have hearts instead of pupils, he would undoubtedly be the one with them.

"Oh God, how I missed you," he confessed while pulling out your jeans down roughly and fast.

"Let me worship you, cherie," you moaned at his words, feeling his hot breath on your skin. Impatience overcame you.

"Lay your head down and touch my hair. I liked it," you were touched by his words and the value they held. Following his instructions, you laid your head down and reached out to touch his hair.

In no time he pulled down your panties and gasped at the sight. You were fully ready for him to take. He didn't hesitate for one bit and buried himself into your pussy.

You came undone in a minute as if you were stimulated just from his confession. You weren't at your mercy while playing with his hair so when he his face showed up from between your legs, he looked ravished. He had a smirk forming on his face as he was slowly getting up positioning himself between your legs.

You bit your lower lip as you were enchanted by his presence.

''Take off your shirt, I want to see those tits out.'', he said harshly and with the sudden instruction from him you shaken took of your shirt while he was patiently waiting.

When you laid bare under him, he rose his hand and slapped your breast. You yelped at the pain and closed your eyes. He on the other hand chuckled as if this brought him immense joy.

''I said there will be punishment. But not today'' he said hungrily to you and as you opened your eyes again you wanted no delays no more. You needed him.

You took off his shirt and he rapidly unzipped his jeans, taking his cock out. He was so desperate he didn't bother with taking the jeans off fully and as he stroked for a few times, he put the tip of his dick to your entrance.

You didn't get the chance to see his girth, so you awaited the inevitably.

''You want this as much as I do, jolie?'' he asked panting and desperate to bury himself inside of you.

You swiftly nodded and whined to him how impatient you were.

He thrusted into you fully deep in your guts for the first time and you screamed from the stretch and rough intrusion. You felt the stiffness and pain of your pussy you started squirming under him to get some movement.

He put his hand around your neck and waited till your eyes found his, ''You are an impatient little whore aren't you YN?''

You moaned and your cries were getting louder and louder. Charles held no more and started thrusting into you without any mercy at all. He attacked your neck at the same time leaving you absolutely suffocated by him.

You put your hands all over his body making sweet deep noises to his ear as he was groaning against your skin biting all over your neck.

''Charles, I-'' as if he knew, he stilled the pace and rhythm so you could come and when you did, he went for a faster pace and pushed so hard you were sure you will be sore the next day. He grunted more and more as your cunt was squeezing him from the orgasm and he came with your name leaving his lips, his face collapsing next to yours.

''Best fuck I've had,'' he said while you two were panting in oblivion.

[sara-the-wizard]

7 Day Camp Stay. Breaking camp.

Yay! This is it! Got the art done and everything!

Kind of sad it had to end so soon...

Thank you all for commenting, leaving hearts and just reading it in general!

Hope you enjoy the last day! (Under the cut)

7 Day Camp Stay

Breaking camp:

Donnie woke up bright and early. 5:00 in the morning! ... just kidding he slept till 9:45. But this was it! It was packing day. He got out of bed and gathered his stuff together. Donnie checked his phone and the weather said it'd get pretty windy around 2:00 this afternoon. Best that they got the tents down before then.

Donnie went outside to find breakfast. I mean, his breakfasts have consisted of many things. But three times it had something to do with bread and cheese. Surely he would have something different,  right?

So there he was, eating cheese... and bread... boy there wasn't many choices, was there? He didn't care, he'd be home soon enough where he could eat whatever his heart desired. We all know what that is.

The others were starting to crawl out of their cocoons. There wasn't anything planned for the day. If anything, they planned to get home before supper.

About an hour later, unpacking was in full swing. Chairs were being folded up and sleeping bags were being rolled. Mikey spent his time making lunch so that everyone could have the energy. Donnie walked over to the restrooms one last time.

*Flush* went the toilet as he opened the stall door. We walked over to the sink to wash up. Boy, whoever was in here last left a huge mess around the sink. How can you even spill that much water? Donnie was practically stepping in an inch deep puddle in front of the sink. He pocketed the soap and looked underneath the sink to see one of the pipes leaking.

"That would do it."

Donnie confirming to himself. He would fix it if he had his tools. Donnie stood back up to see a giant garden spider right on the lip of the sink, slowly crawling closer to his hand. In a panic, he ripped his hand away with full force, throwing his body weight from one direction to the other way too quickly. His foot slipped from under him and he landed smack dab on the tiled floor. Right onto his bruised hip.

Donnie quickly got up and slid himself away from the sink. Leaning himself on the wall, he checked his hip. Whatever had healed from the last time he bruised it, just got reset. But this time it felt like it hurt worse. Maybe because tile doesn't give like dirt does. Tears were escaping his eyes once more.

"EVERY! SINGLE! DAY!"

Donnie yelled. The walls yelled back at him. Sobs escaped his throat as tears flowed down his face.

"...Why can't I go through one day without getting hurt?"

Donnies voice cracked. Tears dripping off his chin, adding to the already large puddle on the restroom floor. Just then, the door opened. An orange colored coat sleeve poked through.

"Hey, Donnie! I just came to tell you-"

Mikey cut himself off when he saw the distress on Donnie's face, the way he was slouched against the wall, and how he wrapped his hands around his hip. Mikey quickly came over and crouched down.

"Hey, what's wrong, Donnie? Does your hip hurt again?"

Donnie being babied by his baby brother? This was priceless. Donnie needed to keep it together! Cause if he continued to cry, Mikey would start crying too! He tried, he really tried! But he didn't have the energy to tough it out. More tears started dripping from his eyes. He could feel his little brother getting worried. Mikeys fingers tightened, gripping harder to Donnie's coat sleeve.

"I'll be fine."

Donnie said through a sigh.

"Just, please help me get up, okay?"

Donnie asked as politely as he could. Mikey grabbed onto his arm and helped pull him up. He put some weight onto his leg and, yup! It hurt like the dickens! Whoever they are...

Donnie and Mikey slowly made it back to camp, limping along the way. They turned the corner to see the others finishing their lunch. Donnie looked over at Mikey.

"Don't tell the others about my hip."

Donnie whispered. Mikey creased his brow. But Donnie's eyes had a sense of pleading in them.

"Please."

Mikey gently nodded. Donnie got onto his own two feet and tried not to limp as much as he could. Mikey and Donnie made it to the picnic table and sat down to eat. It looked like it was turkey sandwiches one last time. There was so much running around in Donnie's head, he could barely eat. Every bite felt like it was going to choke him.

Mikey must have seen him struggle. He reached out and gently grabbed Donnie's hand. Donnie gripped back harder every time he swallowed. Mikey had finished his sandwich already. He grabbed a cup and filled it with drinking water, then handed it over for Donnie. If Donnie couldn't swallow the food, then he'd wash it down instead.

Lunch felt like it took twice as long to finish. But he got it done, with some emotional support on the side. Leo and Raph were getting more of the stuff packed away. Donnie lifted himself from the table.

"Let me do the dishes."

Donnie said as he got back onto his feet.

"Are you sure?"

Mikey asked, tilting his head slightly. Donnie nodded and got the stuff ready. He started scrubbing, feeling his hip scream in protest. He tried his best to ignore it. He had to ignore it! He wanted to be useful! To help with packing up anyway he could.

The winds started to pick up. Was it 2-o-clock already? Donnie picked his phone up to check the time. It was only 12:40. The winds came early! Donnie looked up to see the others having a heyday with folding up the tents. As Leo and Raph were trying to fold up the tent, Mikey was just having fun wearing the tent fly as a cape.

The pain in Donnie's hip was only getting worse and worse. He could barely stand anymore. Raph was walking by with the tent all folded up and packed tightly into it's zipper bag. Raph must have gotten the big brother tingles again cause he stopped and looked over at Donnie.

"Hey, you doing okay?"

Raph asked as he placed the tent bag down on the picnic bench.

"Yup! Just peachy! Totally not in excruciating pain right now!"

Donnie said through gritted teeth. Raph looked down to see the bruise on Donnie's hip had spread down his leg and looked much darker than it did yesterday. Raph grabbed Donnie under the arms and lifted him up. Donnie wiggled his legs and flapped his hands.

"Hey- no! I'm almost done with the dishes anyway! Just let me finish them!"

Donnie argued, though it wasn't very convincing. Mikey quickly took over doing the dishes. Leo grabbed the tent bag and brought it to the Taxi rockets trunk. Raph carried Donnie over to the car and sat him down in the back seats.

"When did your bruise get that bad?"

Raph asked, his brow creasing. Donnie looked at Raph. Dang, he just wanted to cry again. He hated it when Raph acted like their Dad. But telling Raph what happened was probably a better idea then keeping it bottled up.

"Earlier this morning. Slipped in the bathroom."

"Why didn't ya say anything? I could have handled the dishes!"

"I wanted to be useful! I wanted to help with packing! Not sit on the sidelines because my hip hurt again..."

Donnie hugged his stomach. These emotions were just churning inside of him today! Practically building a home in there! He rubbed his hands together. He felt a hand lay on his shoulder.

"I get it. But there's no harm in asking for help when you need it. That's what I'm here for!"

Donnie looked up at Raph and wiped away a few stray tears with his sleeves. Raph gave him a few pats on the shoulder.

"You can hang tight, we're about done with the packing anyway."

Raph got up to finish breaking camp. Donnie got into his seat properly and leaned his head back. He got some of the dishes done. At least he help with something.

...

The four of them were in the car and had just started on their journey back. Raph was driving, Mikey got the front seat cause he called dibs, so Leo was stuck in the back with Donnie. Donnie was reading on his phone while gently laying his hand onto his bruised hip.

Drip! Drip! Drip! Water sprinkled onto the windshield. Rain? But there was no rain predicted for today? The trickle got heavier and heavier. All conversations stopped. The cabin went silent as all eyes were glued onto the road. The rain was so heavy you could barely see 3 feet in front of you, and it was still daylight!

Donnies stomach clenched as he nervously clung onto the back of the front seat. Raph seamed like he was going to power through it! The Car suddenly swerved. Donnie's heart dropped into his stomach. Oh, the adrenaline was kicking in now!

"What did you do that for!?"

Leo asked as he leaned forward.

"There was a big tree branch on the road. I didn't want to hit it."

Raph said as he kept his attention on the road ahead. Donnie groaned nervously. Leo looked over to see Donnie gripping onto the front seat with his head leaning against it. Donnies cheeks were pinker than usual. that wasn't a good sign.

"Raph, pull over and turn on the hazards."

"Don't worry! Raph's got this!"

"Raph! Please...!"

Raph gripped the steering wheel. He did as told and slowed down to pull over, Flipping on the hazards. Leo unbuckled himself to get closer to Donnie. He wrapped his arms around Donnie and let him lean his head onto his shoulder. Donnie knew it was a mistake to read in a moving vehicle. It always make his stomach turn. But that sudden jolt only made it worse.

The wind knocked against the car, making it slightly sway. Donnie could hear Mikey start to whimper. But Raph was already on top of it. Raph adjusted the seat back to make room for Mikey. Mikey unbuckled and hopped into Raphs lap.

The rain consisted of a shower head on full blast and literal buckets being dumped. Donnie's heart felt like it could start a moter. Fear was creeping around him again. Donnie folded his hands together and closed his eyes. He began to pray. He prayed for so many things. He prayed they would get back home safe. That no one would get hurt. That the roads wouldn't be flooded. He prayed that the pain in his hip would go away. That his stomach would settle down. He just kept on praying.

After a few minutes, the rain began to slow down and the wind calmed slightly. Donnie opened his eyes when he heared the engine starting. He looked around to see the rain was much more gentle now. His stomach felt better too. Leo buckled himself into the middle seat to stay near Donnie. Mikey had crawled back onto his seat and got secured.

They got back onto the road and continued on their way. Donnie sighed and released his hands from his death grip. Boy, his palms were sweaty! Donnie couldn't wait to get home and have some pizza. Donnie's sure the others wouldn't deny him of it. He laid his head a little further on Leo's shoulder and got more comfortable for the journey home.

The end.

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Oh my goodness, that camping trip was relaxing and exhausting all at the same time!

I hope you enjoyed reading, 7 Day Camp Stay!

Lord bless all of you! And thank you again for you comments and likes!

*little happy dance!*

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[raymantogether]

Rayman Together Community Spotlight #3 - Clairiphi

Rayman Together Community Spotlight #3 - Clairiphi

Introduction:

Have you ever made your own Rayman comic book series? Growing up, I spent thousands of hours outside of playing the Rayman series creating comics and drawings, making my own adventures for Rayman and his friends. However, I never could create something as captivating and truly unique as the Rayman Nightmarish Series. Rayman Nightmarish stole my heart and is something that I have followed since 2020. Every few weeks to months, I eagerly anticipate the next chapter. There is something so personal about the art style and original characters, which I fell in love with. Every strip is full of personality and charm. I had the pleasure of meeting Clairiphi, AKA Chiara, during my visit to Ubisoft Milan. In person, Chiara is just as amazing as her series. So when I decided to make this Community Spotlight Series, I just had to make a segment on Chiara and her Rayman Nightmarish series.

1. Please introduce yourself.

"My name is Chiara; I go by Clairiphi on the web, and I'm a storyteller from Sardinia (Italy) who dabbles into drawing to accompany her stories. I hope one day, not too far from now, to become a professional comic writer if the comic industry in Europe gives me the chance. For now, I sadly remain an enthusiastic hobbyist."

2. What are you currently working on in the Rayman Community? 

"I’ve been publishing my fan comic Rayman Nightmarish for a few years with the frequent help of my partner Francesco (@thepinna on Instagram and Cara), who is a professional illustrator and studied as a comic artist as well. Without his teaching, I would be nowhere near where I am with my skill level. He taught me how to storyboard, how to efficiently use a drawing tablet, and helped me train my writing skills. He also offers his direct artistic input from time to time, when work hours permit him (for example, while I did the storyboards and pencil sketches for chapter 11, he did inks and colors)."

3. What is your inspiration behind Rayman Nightmarish?

"One December evening I was particularly bored and haven’t been writing since the beginning of high school, but that evening I was coming from a long period of frustration regarding the school path I chose, and coincidentally, I was also back on my Rayman obsession because I was playing Legends and Origins. I had this fairy character (Waaty) and a horrific, almost lovecraftian villain (The Lighteater) in mind for a while, and all of a sudden I said, “You know what? Let’s stop daydreaming and write an actual story!” I took a huge empty notebook from my desk drawer, and a bunch of years later, here we are!"

4. For any newcomers, what is the story of Rayman Nightmarish about?

"With Rayman Nightmarish, I aimed to narrate a classic Rayman adventure, with the humor, the combats, the voyage across fantastical places... And zombies! Yeah, I love horror, and of course there was going to be a twist. But no worries! This is still a story for all ages, like Rayman always was after all.  An ancient evil called The Lighteater is rising from the depths of the sea and is going to bring a dark plague that will soon turn The Glade of Dreams into The Glade of Nightmares. Of course it is Rayman's job to save the day once again, with the help of Globox and a few unexpected friends, like Waaty, the livid dead fairy with strange clairvoyant abilities...and many others along the way! Will he be able to do it this time? Very likely knowing his records, but this could actually be more challenging than he thought."

5. Is there anything new or unreleased you can share?

"I’ve actually been working on a new original fantasy series for a while. The story is already all planned, I'm in love with the characters and every process I came across during the planning of the plot. I hope with all my heart that I'll be able to bring it to life, not as a webcomic but as a fool-blown series for comic stores’ shelves."

6. What made you fall in love with the Rayman series?

"When I was a little girl, I didn’t have much social skills, and my first ever playmate, before my brother was born, was my dear cousin, who one day came to me with a copy of Rayman 3; his parents got him somewhere during a trip. That game changed my brain chemistry because as soon as I saw the fairy council level, I was hypnotized, and I wasn’t even the one playing! The music, the scenery, the jokes—I don’t know, but every time we played it, I came home wishing I was still in that world. Then a few years later, my cousin got a PS3 and gave me and my brother his PS2, Rayman Raving Rabbids, and Rayman 3. I was so happy! My first ever “comic” was a very cringy Rayman fanfiction I wrote in middle school, kind of an ancestor of Rayman Nightmarish in a way, haha! I thank my cousin every day for showing me that game that evening, and if he were still here today, I bet he would think Rayman Nightmarish looks pretty sick (especially in comparison to his middle school predecessor)."

7. What is your favorite Rayman game?

"I think it’s pretty clear by now that it’s Rayman 3 since it comes with so many dear memories, but I really liked playing both Origins and Legends in co-op with my brother when they came out. They were really fun to play with others! While I’ve always considered Rayman 3 like an intimate journey to take alone in a fantasy world, as silly as it sounds. Haha!"

8. Who is your favorite Rayman character?

"I’m going to be very unoriginal and say it’s Rayman because it’s true."

9. Tell us about your time at Ubisoft Milan.

"It was better than Disneyland! I felt like a kid again being able to hang out with a team of professionals behind a whole videogame. Not only was I happy, I felt seen, like, “Woah! These guys know I exist and even asked me to come here, hello???” Pretty surreal experience!"

10. Other than playing Rayman, what are your favorite things to do?

"I’m going to be completely honest; I haven’t been playing a Rayman game since the dawn of time. Haha! Back when I was a little girl, I wasn't much of a gamer and only played Rayman games because I didn’t care for the others. Now I love my switch, and I found many more games I love to spend time with. Rayman still has a special place in my heart, because it’s thanks to it that I found out I was actually meant for writing stories. Two of my other favorite things to do (besides writing and drawing, which are obvious) are reading books and watching movies, and in both cases, my favorite genre is horror. I also like to play fantasy TTRPG games like D&D or Pathfinder from time to time; they are very stimulating for the imagination."

11. Tell us something interesting or funny about yourself that we might not already know. 

"I’ve actually graduated (both bachelor’s and master’s degree) from a music conservatory in classical piano and never taken a single class in any art school. Sometimes I feel stupid about my past choices, and sometimes I’m glad because learning to play an instrument on a professional level has helped me build discipline and time management skills that helped me greatly in the writing process."

12. Do you have any hidden talents?

"I don’t know much about "talent,” but I do love to sing in my car, and I can memorize the entire script of a movie if I like it a lot. Haha! I remember when I was in elementary school, I used to recite Madagascar to myself when it was past bedtime, but I didn’t want to sleep."

13. What is one thing you can’t live without?

"Besides my air conditioner, I think I would go insane if something happened to any of my writing devices. I keep all my notes scattered between my computer, my iPad, and many physical journals. While clouds are essential, sometimes I just need an actual piece of paper and a pencil to figure out a scene or a plot point."

Want to discover more about the Rayman Nightmarish series? This is my link tree where new readers can find the best social media platforms to either catch up with the story or stay tuned for any exciting news:

[brawlingdiscontent]

CW: Mentions of death and suicide, spoilers for all of Interview with the Vampire season 2 

In season 2, episode 5, “Don’t be afraid, just start the tape,” a number of key questions circle around Daniel and Louis: Why did Louis pick Daniel to go home with him? Why did he ultimately save Daniel from Armand? This post unpacks these through a close reading of the episode and explores how they shed light on 2022 Louis’ character arc. (AKA, I decided to be a huge dork about this episode!)

Near the top of the episode, Daniel raises his “outstanding questions” about 1973 with Louis: “...like why you talked to me in the first place?” He doesn’t buy Louis’ unsatisfactory and avoidant answers, but Louis succeeds in dodging his questions with another – “What’s the next thing you remember?” 

In the flashback, we see Louis reject Daniel’s sexual proposition because, as 2022 Louis tells Daniel, “you offered something off the menu.” But what, exactly, is that?

Louis’ problem is his inability to examine or work through the massive amount of pain he carries, relying instead on various strategies of avoidance (which, for example, form the spine of his Paris life). The result is Louis’ dissociation and separation from himself. In 1973, the resulting internal pressure has culminated in a self-destructive spiral (128 boys) from which Louis desperately needs an outlet—which leads to what present-day Daniel describes as a “floundering” Louis, “eager to spill” “tape after tape of emotional upchuck”—burning with the need to vent the pain held inside and repressed for so long.

Later Louis tells Armand, “the ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating than decades spent with you!” which Armand mishears as Louis saying that DANIEL is fascinating (and obsesses over this—more on Armand later). But what Louis actually says is the hours spent together were exciting and fascinating, in other words, the experience Daniel afforded, the interview. So what was this experience?

While the interview is valuable, not just any interview or interviewer would do the trick. Daniel is more than ��an eager black hole” absorbing others’ stories, and the experience is more to Louis than just having a listening ear.

The key, surprisingly, lies at the point where Louis snaps. Deep in reflection and depression, Louis tells Daniel that after Claudia set off on her planned Europe trip he thought about killing himself, staying in the park until the sun came up. And instead of empathizing Daniel gets mad: 

Daniel: “Are you kidding me? What, you were just gonna end it!? I mean, what about life? Like, joyrides and night swimming, and marriage, and cancer, and all of that till the death rattle? I mean we gotta carry all this shit and you had a ticket out and you were just gonna throw it away?..... you were given the gift, and I’ve been hearing you bitch the night about it.”

Upon Louis’ answering outrage, Daniel adds: “I mean, you don’t understand the meaning of your own story.”

While, to be clear, Daniel also doesn’t know the meaning of Louis’ story and his take on it is pretty bad (the meaning is ‘make Daniel a vampire??’) The provocation within these words and his call to life are very valuable. When Louis examines his existence he only finds meaning in pain, which makes him afraid to look closer and makes death seem the only viable escape. Daniel, even with all his struggles, affirms life through its challenges and prompts Louis to interrogate his own narratives about his story, which fixates on the burdens of vampiric existence. 

Meanwhile, in Louis’ immediate environment, the only thing Armand knows how to affirm is death, which we soon watch him try to coax Daniel into. (Not taking sides on Armand, here. I think both Armand lovers and haters can agree that whatever else he may be he is a Sad Little Muffin). Throughout season two Armand repeatedly discourages Louis from engaging with his pain. For one brief example, in 2.1 when Louis cries when discussing Claudia with Daniel, Armand calls for a break and tells Louis he's ‘lost control of the interview’. I think we can read multiple motivations into Armand’s actions: that he’s intervening both for Louis’ sake as he’s afraid that confronting the pain will kill him (as it almost did that night in 1973) AND that he doesn’t want his lies exposed— he’s a complex creature.

Figuratively, for Louis’ arc, Armand represents fiction and illusion. That’s what the theatre’s about, and his big-boss persona hiding a fragile gremlin, and even his ‘Rashid’ disguise. He generally prefers pleasing fantasies and fictionalized narratives—including wilfully ignoring the reason that Louis is with him in 2022 (the name, unspoken in their home for 23 years)—to painful truth. In this respect and others, he is the exact counter to Daniel (which makes them such a fascinating pair).

Where Armand is death, Daniel is life. Where Armand is illusion, Daniel is truth. By offering the opposite of Louis’ current environment, life and truth, and giving him permission/encouragement to address his pain, Daniel becomes a source of fascination that Armand can’t pin down. (And how could he figure out that it’s Daniel’s joy for life and zest for truth that’s the source of Louis’ fascination, when Armand, himself, has little of his own.)

However, Louis doesn’t understand the gift that Daniel offers him in the moment. Instead, injured by the provocation, he lashes out and attacks Daniel. It’s what happens later, in the fight with Armand, that cracks things open for him.

Louis and Armand’s fight is the emotional equivalent of them digging their fingers in each other’s open wounds. One of the last things that Armand says to Louis before the latter runs onto the roof is: “...[Claudia] didn’t love you, not like he did. Not like I have.” Louis says, “I know. I know! Yes. I know. Thank you for saying it. It’s all creeping back…” And then after some more raving and a, “She’s calling me”, now high off his mind from Daniel’s drug-laced blood, Louis runs onto the roof. 

Louis running out into the daylight is not so much a deliberate suicide attempt as it is an externalization of his pain, triggered by the memories. His burnt and charred body actualizes the pain that he always carries inside, like a festering wound, but is only now facing. 

While in this painful moment of (literal) exposure, Louis is living out the show’s tagline “memory is a monster” an alternate tagline could also be drawn from it – “the truth, even if painful, will set you free’—which Louis comes to recognize. His pained “thank you for saying it” to Armand after the latter's devastating remarks about Claudia is about Louis’ need to confront the pain. I’m not at all saying that Claudia didn’t love Louis (even Armand’s wording modifies this “not like he did. Not like I have”), but rather that Armand’s words, combined with Daniel’s assertion that Louis doesn’t know the meaning of his own story, draw attention to the fact that the narrative he’s been crafting for himself is one that both preserves his pain, and avoids engaging with or working through it. (Which will eventually lead to bigger discoveries like “I didn’t realize it was a gift”.)

Despite the horrific experience of being burned, as he lies in bed recovering Louis finds that the remembering is worth it, making him realize the value of Daniel’s questioning—and feel the need to return the gift by saving Daniel’s life, where only a few days before he would have drained him had Armand not intervened.

Daniel doesn’t need to live as a testament to Louis and Armand’s relationship—that’s just the bullshit Louis tells Armand to get him to go along with it. Daniel’s high off his mind, but his instincts have helped Louis to see that Louis’ own is one of the “stories that need telling,” and handed him the key he needs to move through his grief. My favourite little detail about this scene is the light hanging above Daniel’s head as Louis offers his pep talk. Daniel sheds light for Louis, so Louis, in exchange, offers him a different kind of metaphorical light: words for when things get tough. They offer each other mutual support (best bros!!)—in a way that Louis’ two hubbies have so far been unable to do. 

Unfortunately, when Armand wipes Louis’ memories of this encounter, the guiding light Daniel offered is gone, too—instead going on to become a central part of Louis' season two character arc once the memories are recovered. 

The question then emerges—if Daniel’s speech was so valuable and healing, why the memory wipes? 

There’s two options: Louis may have recognized the value of what Daniel offered but have still been unprepared to examine his pain, and so asked Armand to erase the memories. The other option is that, Armand, worried about another suicide attempt and Louis leaving him, took away that choice for him by erasing the memory. (What really strikes me here are the parallels between Armand and Lestat. Lestat kidnaps Claudia and threatens to kill her to prevent Louis from leaving him but also out of a desire to save Louis’ life, given his despair at Claudia’s absence. Armand arguably operates in the same way. Both do messed up things for somewhat pure as well as selfish reasons).

I think what actually happened could be somewhere in the middle of these two options—Armand manipulating/convincing Louis into erasing the memory, and a pained, still-healing Louis agreeing. And then of course, in typical Armand fashion, when the topic comes up, he dodges accountability with a, ‘But it was your idea, babe.’)

And yet, we see the effectiveness of Daniel’s intervention through the progress they make in the new interview session and once Louis recovers these memories in 2022—for example, we see Louis go from torturing Daniel for probing too far into Claudia, to facing deeply painful memories of her and acceding to Lestat’s version of the story of Claudia’s turning.

As a form of summary, we actually see this whole dynamic I’ve detailed play out in the beginning of the episode in Dubai (and that’s what’s so perfect about the writing!!)—when Daniel says ‘grab that’ and Louis asks about what he’s grabbing:

Louis (recorded): “Funny thing, trying to remember what occupied one’s time, when one was ignorant of the plotting around him.” Daniel: It’s a thing with syntax, I see it a lot. The impersonal pronoun ‘one’—one’s time, one didn’t—becomes the third person ‘him’. Stops being ‘I’ or ‘me’. Louis: And that indicates what? Daniel: You’re circling something, you’re getting close to something you want distance from. Language as a chicken exit on a roller coaster. Armand: Or it’s daytime and a vampire of Louis’ age is fighting the narcoleptic pull of the sun.

It’s the same ditty - Louis dissociates, Daniel identifies the pain point, and Armand tries to change the subject. 

What’s lovely, then, is how this little exchange is prologue to the past playing out yet again the present. And so it comes to pass a few episodes later that Daniel uses his skills as a “bright young reporter with a point of view” to once again shine a light for Louis, getting him to see past the pain, and exposing the truth (Daniel voice: He didn’t save you, Lestat did!)

In conclusion: Best bros 4 eva!!

Thanks for reading! Medal for you, if you got this far!

[aeridigital]

Frio - BangChan

pairing ex!chan x fem!reader

genere angst w happy(? ending

warnings brakeup, unconfirmed infidelity

w.count 0.3k

synopsis after what was a warm love, you feel like Chan freezes your heart and everything around you, only to then find that summer season you longed for so much to arrive.

note okay so... this is my first time writing a drabble so Idk how well or badly I did, but it's worth mentioning that I was inspired by the song 'Frio' by Nicki Nicole to write this. I hope you like it.

It's been 3 months and I still don't understand how you could forget all the promises you made to me. I still can't believe that all the sweet words you said to me were nothing but empty words.

"I would give my life for you."

Why would you tell me that if at the end of the day it was someone else you preferred?

"But what about all the promises you made to me, Christopher? What about all the I love you's you said to me on those winter nights we spent together?"

"I'm sorry... I wish I could have kept all those promises, but I simply can't anymore. I can't continue pretending all my feelings towards you."

I can't help but repeat your words in my head over and over again, being alone with myself in what used to be our room, but now it's just a cold room, like any other.

It's been 5 months since you left, summer never returned, you took the summer with you and left me in eternal winter. My days are all the same, my friends keep telling me it's time for me to forget about you, and partly they're right because it's not fair for me to still be here suffering for what we once were while you're already in another woman's arms, giving her your warmth and making her forget about the cold outside.

"Oh my god, how can it be that even under the blankets I'm still cold?!"

"That's because you're not here cuddled up with me."

I still remember those beautiful moments, and I wonder if you'll say the same to her, will you give her that same smile you gave me when you said those words? I hate the fact that you're no longer near me but still hurting me, I wish I could erase all those memories or at least not cry every time they come to my mind. I hope that day comes soon.

It's been 7 months and today for the first time the memories I had of you were not of your sweet words or your false promises, but I remembered all the times you came home late, the times you said you were with your friends or that you were at work.

"It's 5 in the morning, Christopher, why are you coming home at this hour?"

"Oh please, you know work always keeps me busy."

"Well, at least a message letting me know that you weren't going to make it to the dinner we planned two weeks ago with our families would have been nice."

I still remember that you didn't even say "I'm sorry" that day, you couldn't even apologize to your parents, but now I know that work was just an excuse to no longer be by my side, you just wanted an excuse to spend your time with her and away from me. But now I can say that I would prefer to live in this winter a thousand times over than in the hell I lived with you.

I don't count the months anymore, my life is no longer a routine and I finally managed to leave those four walls that made me feel so suffocated. I went out after a long time and I met your mom, and even though for a moment I thought I was going to hate her and not want to talk to her again, I understood that it's not her fault that you were so bad to me.

Now I can move on with my life and leave you in the past, now I can look at myself in the mirror and smile at seeing myself in it, now I can be alone with myself and think only of me and the summer that awaits me.

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: May 5, 2024 🎀

I disappeared for a few days, I'm sorry! life got busy, I was working non stop and really bad nothing to post about other then work and sleep it felt like. But Sunday was a semi productive day despite having woken up at 1am and not gone to sleep until 10pm that following night. But, we have finals go study for so we persevere.

🩷 What I Accomplished:

did an actual hair oiling routine before I showered

used the Beauty of Joseon Red Bean Pore Cleansing Mask

did my morning journal and skincare

read 13 pages of Good Vibes Good Life

purchased a new book on my kindle app! (You are a Badadd at Making Money, I can't wait to read it. There's another I want to buy soon too)

washed all my towels and put them away

washed my laundry (haven't put it away)

made pasta

planned out my week

studied Spanish for 11 minutes (trying to build a daily habit right now, so consistency is key)

made a packing list for my work in Colorado this summer

had a date night with my boyfriend (we watched two movies over video call together <3)

💞 Good Things That Happened

rested and relaxed

took a 2 hour nap in the morning

had a really long, nice shower

had enough money to order more coffee creamer

my friend was able to book the same flight as me for our work in Colorado!

spent some good time with my boyfriend

talked to my dad on the phone for a bit

💗 Stuff For Monday

study Spanish 10 minutes minimum

read 10 pages minimum of a book

complete some re opened chemistry homework

study for chemistry final

prepare for psyc exam

take psyc exam at 1pm

work a ~7 hour shift

Sunday was good, Monday will hopefully be good as well. I'm feeling positive!

💕 Song of The Day: IVE - Holy Moly

IVE songs have been on rotation for me once again. I love their sound and their energy.

til next time lovelies 🩷

[angyalikira]

five dates with mike schmidt

pairing: gn!reader x mike schmidt

genre: fluff, light angst

warnings: none

part 3/5

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third date // a walk in the park

No calls, no texts, no conversations for a week. It got to a point where you have slowly been giving up on your silly little crush. You tried to distract yourself with your work and with meeting other friends of yours but nothing seemed to lift your mood. A part of yourself hated being affected by a guy you only recently met. At the same time your heart just didn’t listen to your head.

You have been avoiding going to the mall for the past week. Someday you will have to face him and you are tired of feeling so frustrated. You walk inside and plan on buying some groceries. Will Mike spot you at all? Will he come up to you to talk or will he ignore you? Does he even work today?

Your overthinking has been abruptly stopped by Mike’s appearance. He is standing in a corner keeping a look at the crowd. You spot him first and freeze for a second. Here you are, unable to decide what to do. Some part of you wants to run away to avoid confrontation but another part of you has been missing him so deeply and is begging you to approach him. While you try to decide your next move he locks eyes with you. Once again you watch his whole demeanor lighten up, his eyebrows lift, fixing his posture and a gasp escaping his lips. The next few seconds you wait to see what he does next.

But to your surprise he gets moving, his feet quickly leading him to your spot. Mike stops a few feet in front of you trying to figure out what to say. He has had this exact scenario play out in his head the last few days. What to tell you, how to explain himself and most importantly – how to properly apologize to you. He treated you so coldly when all you were was kind.

At first he thought what he did was for the better. Abby asked him if you were visiting again anytime soon – which he denied – and he had to watch Abby’s face drop. His appetite was gone, he was even more annoyed with everything and he had nothing to look forward to.

Maybe it was selfish but he wanted you in his life. To brighten it up, to feel your warmth and kindness. He wanted you in Abby’s life, as a female role model and friend to her. He wanted you for himself, as his girlfriend.

“I am so sorry for how I acted the last time. I got scared and… I didn’t feel like I was good for you. I thought that it would be the best decision to push you away but I have been so miserable this past week… I truly am sorry.” he rambled while keeping up eye contact the whole time.

It was all you needed to hear.

“Apology accepted. For now anyways, we can talk about this more when we are in a more private space. Would you want to accompany me to grab a coffee?”

You two spent around an hour catching up a bit, drinking coffee and enjoying your time together. It felt like nothing even happened between you two but you still reminded yourself that you had to talk about it later. Otherwise you might miscommunicate in the future again.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Mike asked with his puppy eyes.

"Yeah, why?"

“Would you like to go to the park tomorrow? There’s this spot I want to show you… Only if you would like to though!” he really didn’t want to upset you with his suggestion right after you guys made up.

“Let me think about it…” you teased him a little but after a few seconds you gave in.

“Yes I would love to go. Are you bringing Abby too?”

“No, she’s at a friends’ house tomorrow so I only need to bring her home later.” he smiled at you.

The plan was set and you both gave your goodbyes shortly after. Mike still needed to work after all and you didn’t want him to get fired on your account. As you arrived home, you twirled with joy and already thought about which outfit you would choose for the next day and if you should bring Mike anything. You weren’t sure what he would like, so you decided to make him a quick bracelet out of braided threads.

You tried to sleep that night but you were too giddy from excitement, which meant that you were a little bit more tired than usual in the morning. Mike suggested going at 10 am, not too early but still a nice late morning stroll. You dressed yourself, put the bracelet in your bag and headed out. Mike was the first to be there and he greeted you with a shy smile.

“Good morning, I hope you slept well?” he started the conversation.

“I did.” you lied. I mean you can’t really tell him how big your crush is yet, right?

As you started your stroll together he had his hands in his pockets. You kinda wished you could hold his hand already, but it was way too early for that. A person can dream though.

“I want to apologize again for the last time. I have the habit of pushing new people away that are too good for me. For a long time it’s only been me and Abby – I couldn’t trust anyone else to stay in my life. So having you suddenly come in and… and making me happy to meet someone new again scared me. I thought the best decision for both of us would be to end this before it goes any further. I just.. I just know I’m by far not a perfect human being and might hurt you accidentally. I didn’t want that for you.” he admitted. You let him speak his thoughts before you thought of an answer. Some time goes by before you start to speak again.

“You know, I was kinda crushed when I came home that day. It went so well and in the end I thought I somehow messed this all up and it was my fault that you hated me… I’m glad to hear that wasn’t the case. But Mike, I want you to know that no one is perfect and you’ve been incredibly kind and forthcoming to me so far. And I can see by the way you care for Abby that you are a good brother. You should give yourself more credit.” you smiled at him and lightly hit his shoulder. He chuckled and just smiled back.

“So where’s this spot you wanted to show me?” you curiously asked.

“Not much further.” he answered mysteriously.

The two of you walked a bit more until he took an unexpected turn. You followed him and you were greeted with the prettiest view of the city. You gasped at the sight of it.

“Oh my god… this is stunning! I can’t believe I didn’t know of this place all my life” you were still staring at the view.

Mike however was only looking at you and your reaction. A smile appeared on his face again and he started to blush. He wished he could feel this happy all the time. He didn’t reply and just scooted closer to you.

In your admiration you only realized a bit later that your shoulders are touching. But once you did, it felt like electricity going through your veins. You felt like a teenager, experiencing their first love all over again. The awkward but cute phase of not knowing if you should hold their hands or not and the small touches whenever they can.

You both spent some time sitting at the spot and talking to each other. You got to know his hobbies, likes and dislikes, his favorite songs and artists, his favorite dishes and a good look into his backstory. None of you could hold eye contact for too long, both of you feel a bit nervous and shy throughout the day. After a few hours you guys got up and started to walk back.

In your mind you could only think about how you could initiate the hand holding. You couldn’t come up with a casual plan but you didn’t even have to. A runner was crossing you two and he slightly shoved you, causing you to bump into Mike. You took this chance and grab his biceps to balance yourself. Or that’s what you tell yourself.

“Geez that scared me.” you said annoyed as you looked back at the runner. Mike however was unable to reply because he was too affected by you right now. You seeking his protection (in some sort of way) made his heart race. He’s trying to act all cool about it but he failed. You kind of noticed that it’s affecting him and kept your hand there. And that’s how you both walked back until you stood in front of your house.

“Well it seems like we’re here… I really enjoyed today Mike. Thank you for showing me that hidden spot.” you turned to him and gave him a genuine smile.

“I mean I’m not the first person to discover it and I am sure a bunch of people know it too… but I’m glad you liked today. It was nice spending time with you again… I hope this isn’t weird but could I maybe have your number? It might be easier to plan our meetups that way.” he sheepishly asked and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah sure!” so you gave him his number.

“You better call me. Goodbye Mike, till next time.” you teased him and went inside.

“I’ll for sure call you! Bye!” he gave you a big wave and his signature smile.

Mike went home that day happier than he had been in months. He even told Abby about his outing, leading her to ask when you were coming over again. That gave him an idea for the next date.

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Chapter 5)

Summary: Another few days spent with Mitch and Sarah lead to more developments in your relationship.

Previous Chapters: One ; Two ; Three ; Four

TW for this chapter: It contains smut

I did have one person mention that these posts aren't showing up for them, I'm guessing because the story now has a mature community label, so let me know if you want to be added to the taglist so you don't miss anything!

Hope you enjoy, and would love to know what you're thinking of the story so far!

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The following week is busy at work. Ryan’s mom, Beth, is a high school teacher and has been stuck working longer hours, as it was the end of a marking period as well as the week before spring break. You and Ryan had started going on more outings. You were busy taking him to baby music class, and story time at the local library.

Sarah and Mitch had also started to spend more time at the studio, often going for hours or even the whole day. You hadn’t seen them all week, and after having spent a whole weekend together, you were missing them.

Finally on Thursday you see them for the first time in days. You’re loading Ryan into his car seat as they get out of their car across the street.

They walk over to you waving hello before leaning in to say hi to Ryan.

“How are you love?” Sarah asks. “We’ve missed you,” she says as Mitch nods in agreement.

“I missed you guys too,” you say with a shy smile. “I’ve been good, crazy busy. We’re trying different activities for Ryan. His mom wants him socializing with other kids and burning some energy. Which definitely is needed. Plus, he switched to one nap a day so there’s a lot of time to fill.” You realize you’re once again rambling and turn the conversation to them, asking, “What have you been up to?”

“Mitch got some inspiration for new music, so we’ve been working on that.”

“That’s so cool! Can I hear some of it?”

“Sure kid,” Mitch replies. “Are you free anytime soon?”

“Ryan’s family is going away for Easter this Sunday and taking a long weekend, so I’ll be off next Monday and Tuesday. If you’re free, maybe we could have another sleepover? My apartment this time.” You blush, nervous that you sounded too forward.

“What are you doing for the holiday?” Sarah asks.

“Honestly, probably nothing. Maybe make a special meal or something. What about you guys?” You notice they didn’t acknowledge your invitation and grow more worried that they no longer want that aspect of their relationship with you. Before your mind spirals, Mitch answers.

“My aunt and uncle are visiting for a couple days,” Mitch answers before continuing, “And you will be coming over for dinner.”

“I really don’t want to intrude-” Sarah cuts you off, saying, “Y/N, you will be coming over for dinner. No question. You’re never intruding. And if you don’t mind, maybe we could come over on Sunday after dinner and stay a couple of days?”

Your face lights up and you reply, “I absolutely would not mind.” At that moment Ryan starts loudly babbling, tired of listening to the adults. “I should get going, story time starts soon.”

Sarah leans in and gives you a light hug, saying, “Of course! Sounds like we’ve got a great plan.” She pulls back and Mitch rests his hand on your shoulder for a second before squeezing once and pulling away. You know that these are the only types of contact you can have with them in public. Even if you were spotted, those casual touches wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

You double check that Ryan’s car seat straps are tight enough and continue with your afternoon. You have newfound energy now that you know that you’ll be spending multiple days with Mitch and Sarah.

Friday passes quickly and you keep busy on Saturday, doing a much deeper clean than usual since you would be having guests. You also go food shopping and make sure to pick up ingredients for an appetizer and a dessert which you make Sunday morning before heading over to the Rowland’s house in the early afternoon.

Mitch’s father answers the door and leads you into the kitchen where the rest of the family is congregated. You’re greeted by Mitch, Sarah, and Tammy, and introduced to Mitch’s aunt and uncle. You have a wonderful afternoon with everyone, enjoying the stories they’re all telling.

After dessert is over, and you finish playing a few rounds of a card game that got way more competitive than expected, you’re saying goodbye to Mitch’s family. He and Sarah each grab their bags and walk out to your car with you.

It’s a quick drive to your place and next thing you know, Mitch and Sarah are walking around your apartment, complimenting the view and decorations.

“This apartment really is beautiful. I love the windows and it’s so spacious in here,” Sarah says.

“There aren’t many perks to most of your family dying in your early 20’s, but being the sole recipient of all life insurance payouts and inheritances would probably be the one bright side.”

They both stare at you, as they do when you mention your trauma so nonchalantly.

“What?” you say, “I’m talking about the positives! Don’t give me those faces. Anyone want some water?” You decide it might just be best to move on from the discussion of your dead relatives. You grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge and hand one to each of them asking, “Do you guys want to sit out on the deck?”

They agree and you lead them outside to show them one of your favorite parts of your apartment. It’s a decently large deck, big enough to fit an outdoor loveseat plus another comfy chair, and since you’re a corner unit, it faces the woods behind your building, allowing for privacy. You sit in the single chair, leaving them to share the loveseat. You start to tell them about the wildlife you’ve seen in the woods, then point out the constellations you could see.

You all spend a few minutes sitting quietly enjoying each other’s company as well as the mild early spring weather. You feel a hand on your arm and know that it’s Sarah. You turn to her, and she gently pulls you, saying, “You’re too far away, come here.”

You get up and stand in front of them, not sure exactly where to sit. She pulls you down so that you are seated sideways on her lap, your legs extended over Mitch. He runs his hands over your shins and Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close. After another few minutes of listening to the calm sounds of the night you feel Sarah brushing your hair over your shoulder so she can start to kiss your neck.

Your eyes close at the feeling of her lips on your skin and of Mitch’s hands traveling higher on your legs. You slowly turn your head and seek out Sarah’s lips with your own. Neither of you hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongues immediately searching each other’s mouths. Mitch leans in to take over peppering your neck in kisses, occasionally switching to do the same to Sarah. He eventually turns you away from Sarah to himself, and you get lost in the feeling of kissing him. Next thing you know you’re watching them make out in front of you as your hands absently trail along their skin.

You all continue on like this for a while, getting lost in the sensations.

“Should we head inside?” Sarah asks, and you nod your head.

You all stand up, Mitch steadying both you and Sarah. You walk into your bedroom, immensely glad you had decided to splurge on the king bed. You stop just in the doorway and feel Mitch’s hand on your lower back. You’re equal parts excited and nervous about what’s about to happen, and you wonder if you’ll ever move past your nerves. You feel Mitch’s lips against your ear, and he asks, “Would you like to learn something new tonight?”

You turn your head to him, eyes practically crossing trying to look at him when he’s so close, and you nod again. He turns to whisper something to Sarah, and she smirks before climbing in bed and leaning against the headboard.

“C’mere, love,” she says to you, and you climb up the bed towards her. She pulls you in and says, “Mitch thinks we can teach you some different things to do with your mouth, what do you think?��� Your eyes practically roll back in your head at the suggestion. You bite your lip and nod before saying, “I think that’s a great idea.” You start kissing her neck, biting gently as though overeager at the idea of using your mouth to please them.

Clothes are thrown off bodies and onto the floor. You start to kiss down Sarah’s body. You’re leaving kisses on the inside of her thighs when you suddenly feel kisses on your own thighs from behind. You glance back to see Mitch is behind you, just as bare as you and Sarah.

“Just follow along with Mitch,” Sarah says. You’re confused for a moment but then gasp as you feel him lick along your core. You understand what Sarah meant and lean to do the same to her. The sounds she lets out spur you on, each whimper turning you on even more and you barely hold yourself back from pushing closer to Mitch’s mouth.

You take note of the different things he does with his lips and tongue and recreate the moves to the best of your ability on Sarah. You feel the familiar tightening in your belly as your orgasm approaches. You hum in pleasure and the vibrations push Sarah over the edge. She grabs your hair, careful not to pull too hard. You work her through her orgasm and a second later fall into your own.

You lay your head on Sarah’s stomach as you both catch your breath. Her fingers weave through your hair as Mitch presses light kisses to your back. He climbs up towards Sarah, and she pushes him to lay on his back. Your eyes meet Sarah’s, and she beckons your closer. You crawl up to kiss her, then Mitch.

You think about what today’s lesson is, and take a deep breath before moving back down, this time trailing kisses along Mitch’s torso. You kiss just above his groin and look at his hard cock before glancing back to Sarah, silently asking for advice on what to do next.

She starts to whisper instructions in your ear, and you lean down to wrap your lips around him. He groans and clutches the sheets to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. At Sarah’s direction you switch between sucking on what you can fit in your mouth and running your tongue along his length and around his tip. After a few minutes he pulls you off of him and sits up so he can press his lips to yours and you share a kiss so messy you can feel your teeth clashing against his.

“You did so good, baby,” he says in your ear before nipping at your neck and pulling away. He turns to Sarah and kisses her before pulling her onto his lap. He reaches down, and in a move so practiced and smooth that you almost miss it, he slides inside her. They both throw their heads back, moaning as they come together before sharing a moment of eye contact. You realize he’s checking in that she’s okay before they start to move together. You’re fascinated by what’s playing out in front of you. Sure, you’re turned on, but you’re more curious to watch than participate. That doesn’t mean they’re okay with you being left out, and they make sure they each have a hand somewhere on your body the whole time. You watch Sarah fall apart, Mitch following right after.

You all collapse onto the bed, a jumble of limbs, bright smiles on everyone’s faces. You’re once again surprised at how right this feels. You fall asleep with your head on Sarah’s chest, hand clasped with Mitch’s over her.

The next day you again wake up first. You slide out of bed, throw on some clothes, and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and reflect on the night before. You think about how safe they make you feel and how patient they are teaching you about intimacy. You’ve been so scared about being physical with someone that you thought it might never happen. But now you think back to how gentle Mitch was with Sarah, how he made sure to check in with her, and you start to think that you might be ready to have that as well.

Mitch and Sarah join you in the kitchen and you make them tea as well. As you set the mugs down Mitch’s phone starts to ring with an incoming FaceTime call. You glance at it and are surprised to see that it’s Harry calling. Harry Styles. Somehow you had yet to interact with him at all even though you’d been hanging out with his best friends for weeks.

Mitch answers the call and starts talking to Harry. Sarah quietly laughs at the look of panic on your face. You take some deep breaths, forcing yourself to stop fangirling before you somehow make a fool of yourself in the background of the call. You’ve just managed to contain your excitement when Mitch pulls you over to officially introduce you to Harry. You learn that he does know who you are, and Mitch and Sarah have apparently been talking about you to their friends.

It’s a short call, Harry had just wanted to check in on everyone and soon they hang up. Breakfast that morning is simple, everyone pouring a bowl of cereal and you discuss what to do that day.

“Do you still want to hear some of Mitch’s new music?” Sarah asks and you answer with an enthusiastic, “Of course I do!”

After everyone showers and gets ready for the day, you all drive over to the studio. Mitch plays two of the songs he’s working on, and you listen closely, watching in amazement as he sings the songs he wrote himself.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he says timidly after you compliment him on his music.

“Sure, what is it?” you reply.

“I’ve got some ideas for guitar harmonies and want to test them out against the melody. If I tell you the chord progression, would you be able to play melody so I can see if it all works together?”

“Yes, absolutely.” He teaches you what to play and you spend the next couple of hours working on his songs, fascinated to see what goes on behind the scenes.

When you all start to get hungry you leave the studio to pick up sandwiches for lunch. You mention a walking trail nearby that has great views and you decide to take your lunch there. It’s a short walk to the first outlook and you settle there to eat. You ask Mitch and Sarah about their childhoods, wanting to know more about them. You continue your questions after lunch when you’re all walking towards the waterfall at the end of the trail.

When you reach it, Sarah starts taking pictures, including a selfie of the three of you which she immediately sends you. You’ll later make that your phone background, but no one needs to know that.

You start walking back and Mitch says, “So, I was thinking we could all go to Bella Luna’s tonight for dinner.”

You’ve heard of Bella Luna’s before. It’s one of the nicer restaurants in town. Ryan’s parents have gone there a couple of times for date nights, and you know it’s viewed as highly romantic.

“Oh, I’ve heard great reviews about that place,” Sarah replies with a cheeky smile. You nod and agree and spend the rest of the afternoon wondering what this fancy dinner might mean.

Back home everyone starts getting ready. Mitch informs you that the reservation is set for 6PM and you wonder when he set that up, as he hadn’t been on his phone at all that day aside from talking to Harry. You also realize that they both had fancy clothes packed and wonder if they had planned this ahead of time.

You walk out of your bathroom after getting changed, smoothing down your dress and fiddling with your hair to make sure it’s lying just right. You look up and see Mitch and Sarah staring at you.

Sarah walks over and places her hands on your hips, saying, “You look amazing,” before pulling you in for a kiss. “You look amazing too,” you reply after breaking apart. Mitch walks up to you saying, “You both look beautiful,” and you each kiss and compliment him as well.

You have a wonderful time at dinner. The conversation flows naturally, and the food is delicious. There’s never an awkward silence, and you realize how compatible you all are in every way.

Once back at your apartment, the evening goes like the one before and you find yourselves again out on the deck. Instead of you sitting on the chair, Mitch immediately pulls you on the loveseat with him and Sarah, and you’re sat half in each of their laps.

“Dinner tonight was delicious, thank you for taking me there,” you say.

“Of course, love,” Sarah replies. “We needed to make our first date special.”

At the word date you quickly turn to her, a shocked and confused expression on your face. You knew they cared about you, knew they were interested in you physically, but hadn’t dared to hope for the relationship to take this turn.

No one has ever expressed interest in you this way before, and here are two wonderful people wanting to bring you into their relationship. Two people who had everything they could want, but still opened themselves up to another person.

“We really care about you, Y/N,” Mitch says, and you turn to look at him. “Not just in a friendly or familial way. We care about you the way we care about each other.” Sarah is nodding in agreement, and you reply, “I care about you both too. More than anyone else.”

“I know this won’t necessarily be easy,” Sarah says. “It’s a complicated dynamic, especially with us being so well known publicly. But Y/N, we want to be with you. We want you as part of our relationship. Would you like that too?”

“I would. I really would. I know it’ll be difficult, and we’ll have to keep it a secret, but I want a relationship with you both. Being with you two just feels right in a way nothing ever has before.”

“We feel the same way,” Mitch replies.

They each press a kiss to your lips before sharing one with each other. The three of you sit there in an embrace, and the fact that you’re in a relationship sinks in. You can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.

“What is it?” Mitch asks, noticing your expression.

“Nothing,” you reply. “I’m just really, really happy.”

“We are too,” Sarah says and meets you for another kiss. Mitch turns you towards him and he quickly deepens the kiss. This time you don’t get lost in the feeling, too lost in your thoughts of what you want to happen next.

Mitch notices your hesitance and pulls away asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You shiver at the nickname, holding one of his hands in yours and fidgeting with his fingers while building up the nerve to tell him what you’re thinking.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just. There’s something I want to do. And it makes me really nervous, but I think that I’m ready.” You pause a moment before continuing, “I know that I’m ready. To do this. With you.”

With the hand you’re not currently holding, Mitch cups your face to bring you to look at him. “Y/N, what is it you want to do?”

Even just saying the words feels impossible, not used to wanting this, let alone asking for it. “I, uhm, I want to- I’m ready to go all the way.”

He looks you in the eyes before asking, “Are you saying that you want to have sex with me?” You try to look away, somehow both embarrassed and turned on at the blunt way Mitch is clarifying your desires. “Because it’s absolutely okay if you do. I want to do that too. But only if you’re really ready,” he continues.

“I am,” you say firmly. “I’m ready. I’ve always been so scared of sex, but I saw the way you were with Sarah last night and, I dunno, I just know that you’d take care of me. I realized I don’t have to be scared with you. With either of you,” you finish, reaching one of your hands to rest on Sarah’s leg.

“Of course I’ll take care of you baby,” he says. “It’s all we want to do.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours, picking up where he left off a few minutes earlier. You feel like you’re too far away from him and move to straddle his lap. His hands immediately go to your waist, pulling you in so you’re flush against him.  

You feel his hard cock against you and begin to grow excited at the thought of what’s about to happen. He guides your arms around his neck and tells you to hold on tight. The next moment he stands from the couch, hands sliding to your bottom to support you so he can carry you inside. The three of you make your way to the bedroom, and Mitch lays you down on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you.

You get lost in the feeling of Mitch’s tongue stroking yours, on his hands sliding along your body. You tug on his shirt and break away to pull it off of him. He does the same to your dress and within minutes all of your clothes are on the floor. His fingers are at your entrance, slipping in one at a time to slowly open you up.  

You look over to see that Sarah is fully clothed and you pout. She notices your expression and says, “I’m okay love, I just want to watch tonight. This is a special moment for you.” You reach out your hand to hold on to hers and she passes something to Mitch before sliding her fingers between yours.

You hear a noise and look back to Mitch and realize what Sarah had handed him. He opens the condom wrapper and slips it on before running the head of his cock through your folds. He looks at you and asks, “Are you sure?” Without hesitating you tell him you’re sure, that you want this.

He lines himself up and starts to push in. You gasp at the stretch and squeeze Sarah’s hand. Mitch leans down to pepper kisses and love bites along your neck as Sarah runs her free hand on your stomach. You focus on those feelings as Mitch continues to push in, checking that you’re okay throughout.

Finally, he’s flush against you, letting out a loud groan in your ear at the feeling of you wrapped around him. Tears leak out of your closed eyes and you’re unsure if they’re from the uncomfortable pressure of being filled for the first time or from the overwhelming emotions running through you.

Sarah wipes away the tears, leaning in to quietly say, “You’re doing so well, love.” After a moment of letting you adjust, Mitch checks in again to see how you’re feeling, and if you want him to continue or pull out.

“Keep going, I’m good, please, you can keep going,” you tell him in a breathy voice you’ve never heard from yourself before.

He starts to move, slow thrusts at first before building up a rhythm after he’s sure you’re ready for more. It doesn’t take long to switch from uncomfortable pressure to intense pleasure. You’re still holding one of Sarah’s hands in yours and she uses her free hand to rub circles on your clit. You’re lost in the sensations, Mitch inside you, Sarah adding to the pleasure, both of their lips leaving kisses all over your body. It all builds until you come with a loud moan, clenching around Mitch. It’s an intense feeling, one that causes you to see stars, and you’re only vaguely aware of Mitch reaching his orgasm just after you.

They both slow down before stilling completely. Mitch tucks his face into your neck saying, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay babe?” You nod and he slowly pulls out as Sarah presses more kisses to the top of your head.

Mitch gets off the bed and you whimper and reach for him, not wanting him to be far away from you. “Shh, love,” Sarah says gently. “He’ll be right back; he’s just gone to get a cloth to clean up.”

A moment later he’s back and uses a damp washcloth to clean between your legs. He slips on a pair of boxers and places a large t-shirt on the bed for you. You know he’s giving you the option to put it on if you’d like but not pressuring you to, and you realize how well he already knows what will make you most comfortable. You slip on the shirt as he climbs in bed next to you. As you curl into his side, Sarah gets up and you pout again but refrain from grabbing for her as well. She changes into pajamas and gets back under the covers, holding you tightly.

You fall asleep almost immediately, missing the whispered conversation between the other two.

“How are you feeling?” Mitch asks her. He knew they had talked previously about the possibility of you and Mitch having sex, but he still wanted to make sure Sarah didn’t feel any different after seeing it happen.

“Honestly?” She replies. “I feel great. Y/N said it earlier, it just feels right. Watching the two of you together was mesmerizing, and beautiful. I think I may have fallen even more in love with you.” He grabs her hand and squeezes gently. You stir in their arms, turning towards Sarah and tucking your face into her neck. They share a smile over you and fall asleep as well.

Shockingly, you’re the last one awake the next morning. When you do finally wake up, you realize you’re sprawled on top of Mitch, clinging to him. He’s running his fingers through your hair, and you feel so content you almost fall back asleep. Before you do, Sarah walks in with a tray full of food. You climb off of Mitch to sit in the middle of the bed and Sarah sets down the tray before sitting next to you.

You rest your head on her shoulder and she says, “Good morning love. You feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling absolutely wonderful,” you reply with a shy smile. You glance at Mitch and see he’s looking at you with a similarly fond expression. “I’m also suddenly starving,” you continue. “This looks amazing!”

They laugh at your enthusiasm for breakfast, and you all start to dig in.

“What would you like to do today,” Mitch asks.

“Nothing. I want to do nothing today. I want to stay here with the two of you and have a movie marathon or binge TV and just cuddle.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replies.

And that’s what the three of you do. At lunch time you switch to hanging out in the living room instead of the bedroom, but that’s the extent of your effort for the day. They end up staying that night as well, brushing their teeth beside you in the bathroom before bed, and you revel in how domestic it feels.

They wake up bright and early with you the next morning and make sure to get their goodbye kisses before you all leave the apartment together. You drop them off in their driveway on your way to work and they each give you a quick hug before going inside the house.

You turn the car around and pull into Ryan’s driveway and sit in there for a moment before going into the house. You give yourself a couple minutes to think about the past few days, smiling and letting out a giggle when you can no longer contain the pure joy you feel.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'm excited for the next part, we're finally adding Harry to the mix soon!

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Today's (11/12/2024) Episode: Prank Day Potluck

“This potluck is such a delight” Luigi lied, wishing he had stuck to the plates he had prepared himself earlier. He didn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings, especially when he knew the issue was less their dishes and more his very high culinary expectations.

Skye was glad no one was asking him about his meal. The bangers and mash Isra had made had looked quite tasty, but something about the combination of greasy sausage and fluffy potato really weren’t doing his tummy any favors.

Once everyone was finished eating, they broke into small groups to catch up with each other and enjoy some fun in the sun.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Skye told Bruce as he and Elyse sat with the other kids, “My dad said you got hurt pretty bad at the trials.”

“Tales of my downfall were greatly exaggerated” the teen quickly replied. Elyse, who shared classes with Bruce at Copperdale and had seen him hobbling around after he’d been cleared by his doctor to return rolled her eyes but didn’t comment.

“Anyway” Bruce continued “the trials were stupid, but I heard a wild story there. Did you know that stargazing can get you abducted? This guy I met heard it from a guy whose cousin works at the science lab.” Skye listened, rapt. Who knew using a telescope could be so dangerous!?

“I can’t believe Skye is almost a teenager!” Noemi lamented to her girlfriends “I swear some days it seems like only yesterday I was waddling around the university, feeling as big as a house, wishing the desks were bigger and my classes were closer together!”

Breanne laughed. “The teen years will fly by too, believe me. It seems like only yesterday my oldest girl Bailey was dating the captain of the chess team, and now she’s married and expecting her second little one.” “Congratulations!” the others chorused.

“So, do you want to host Skye’s birthday party at our place again?” Isra asked. “Thanks” Noemi replied “but Luigi and I are planning to take him on one last trip with just the three of us. Once he ages up, I’m not sure when we’ll get to see him again without making an appointment with Elyse first.” Isra chuckled “So you say, yet I seem to recall both our kids spent all morning at your house!”

“Sheesh, someone needs to lay off the garlic noodles!” Beau complained, holding his nose while waving his hand in Luigi’s direction.

“What!? That wasn’t me!” Luigi protested before his friend started laughing uproariously “Gotcha!” “Argh, I should have known! I’ll get you back for that, just you wait” Luigi told him as the men enjoyed a game of cards.

“Hey, when will you have that Cyberworld item from the Expansion Pack ready for us try out?” Rhys asked, tactfully changing the subject. “I can’t wait to battle myself in the game!” Beau agreed, adding with a grin: “and I can’t wait to have another way to kick both your butts! Seriously man, let’s test it!”

“Soon” Luigi promised “we’re still working out some kinks in the interface. Creating a virtual world within a virtual world turned out to be significantly more difficult than it seemed; but I just know its going to be awesome when we get it right.”

“Thanks for agreeing to help with the motion capture and voice your NPCs.” he continued, before turning back to Beau “I think the new candle making hobby is going to go over well too. I don’t know how Breanne does it all day, my fingers were sore for hours after my visit!”

“My wife is a pro” Beau smiled proudly “only noobs like your highness get singed every 5 minutes!” he laughed “Honestly though, thank you for thinking of her. She was thrilled to participate and having the official hobby lot in the game be modeled after her shop was very flattering.”

After a few more hours talking, pranking, and enjoying some snorkeling and deep-sea diving in the waters surrounding the bungalow Luigi and his family said their goodbyes and headed home, happy to have spent a wonderful day enjoying one of their favorite holidays with some of their favorite sims.

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Our little game pt. 5

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Klaus is making a major, huge mistake of his life, for which you are paying the price. Will you be able to forgive him? Or maybe it's too late for everything. Warning(s): angst, talk about death, Klaus fights and suffers because of Mikael, family drama, blood, violence, curses, I used some famous lines from TVD and TO Word count: 6,9k

Third person's POV | 2 hours earlier

The original hybrid left the party in a hurry, loosening his tie as he practically ran towards the parking lot. His younger brother was right behind him, barely catching up with him.

"Nik! Wait a minute!" Kol screamed, grabbing his brother's elbow and stopping him halfway. He completely ignored his hostile, stern look and continued. "We need to think it over."

"All we need to do is get rid of him from our lives once and for all!"

"We can't do it alone. We need Freya…"

"Freya will never stand against him! We're on our own unless you're a coward." the man cut him off, yanking his arm out of his grip.

"Well, let's at least take Elijah…"

"I'm not going to ruin our brother's wedding day! I already killed him once; I can do it again. We have to hurry before he calls for backup. Will you help me, or should I rely on myself?" Kol sighed as he studied his brother's determined face. If they had attacked out of the blue, they might have been able to defeat him together while he was still weakened.

"All right. But we're keeping Davina out of it."

"As well as Y/N." they nodded to each other and walked hand in hand towards the parking lot.

Klaus had to do it quietly. His little witch needed a break, and a fight with the Mikaelsons' psychopathic father wouldn't help her at all (or convince the woman to stay in New Orleans much longer than she planned). Elijah deserved a respite from his problems, and so did Rebekah. Nor could he rely on Freya's strength and power forever. After all, she wasn't immortal like them; she had her limits like any witch. Kol and he had to deal with it on their own. For everyone's sake.

"Do you even know how he managed to get back to the surface of the earth? I thought you killed him for good last time."

"Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are."

"You think it's the mother's work? She has regained her powers and is resurrecting all our enemies from the other side?"

"You tell me. You spent a few months there before we finally begged your witch to help us bring you back. What were our parents' moods?"

"You know, I tried not to get too close to them. But I met your father; he's actually a nice guy."

"What did you say?" he asked in shock, staring at his brother in pure surprise.

"Yeah, I was surprised too when he saved me from Mikael and introduced himself as your dad. We had a bit of a fight at first, but he turned out to be a good guy."

"You met… my father."

"Maybe it's not a good time, but I think you should know that. If he somehow magically appears here, and I'm pretty sure he'll do it; he's said many times that he'll get the fuck out of here as soon as he gets a chance, you shouldn't hurt him. Hope deserves at least one normal grandpa. Ansel would be a good fit for this; he was babbling about her all the time, and my head was bursting as he raved about her. You know I love her, but how much can you talk about a baby? Hey? Nik?" he shook his brother's shoulder as he sat silently in the driver's seat, not bothering to start the car.

"How did he know about Hope?"

"He's been keeping an eye on you since… you know. He probably knows everything about you, which is actually as scary as it is cute."

Klaus continued to listen to Kol's story in silence. As he drove the car, he pondered the new message. His father watched over him.

His real father.

The one who supposedly abandoned him and didn't care for him...

Could that be true?

Could he believe it?

Allowing himself to live a boyish fantasy of having a father who truly cares for him? He could believe that Esther would be able to lie to him about his real father's feelings toward him, and it was hardly possible that Kol could be so cruel. So, could Klaus have been so lucky after all?

Could he have had the love of his true father, the beloved daughter who was the light in his dark life, and the love and devotion of a woman he wanted more than anything in this world?

Could Klaus, after so many years of pain, sorrow, and fury, be given such enormous blessings?

He found out a few hours later.

He found out a few hours later, when he and Kol were returning as fast as they could to their family after Mikael nearly killed them two. However, it wasn't just the two of them in the car on their way back...

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"Father! Come, come wherever you are!"

It was supposed to go fast and smoothly. Klaus was supposed to act as bait (after arguing with Kol for several hours, they played paper, rock, scissors, and he lost… 10 times), and Kol was meant to heroically step in with a white oak stake and try to kill their father.

Piece of cake. Nothing possible could go wrong.

But it did. Very, very quickly.

They underestimated Mikael's ability to win people over. While Klaus was able to single-handedly take down his father's band of minions and come out of the fight uninjured, the fight against Mikael proved to be more of a challenge. Especially since he had a bit of an advantage over them...

"You're alone, boy? Did your siblings finally abandon you?"

"Don't worry about them. I don't need anyone else to help me send you back to hell."

"Very courage from your side to assume you can kill me all alone. Or stupid. I think the second one suits you much better. You didn't change at all, Niklaus. Thousand years, and you're still a quick-tempered, impulsive boy seeking the approval of others. I guess you've never learned from your mistakes. But it's even better for me. It'll be so easy to finally end your miserable life."

"Thousand years of trying, and you were never close enough. What makes you sure this time will be different?"

"This time, I know your weakness." Klaus' heart stopped for a moment in fear. He couldn't talk about Hope. His daughter was safe with Hayley, the pack, surrounded by Freya and Y/N with all sorts of protective spells.

"I don't have any."

"Don't you?" he looked at him carefully with a sinister smirk on his lips. "Then let me remind you. The blonde one, powerful witch you've met not so long ago. Y/N, right? Her blood must taste ambrosial with such magic running through her veins. She would make such a beautiful corpse, don't you think? "Klaus' composure dropped to zero, and his and Kol's plan went to hell. No one will threaten his witch, especially Mikael.

Without thinking, he lunged at the man, trying to punch him in the face. Mikael braced for his outburst, grabbed his fist, and twisted his arm. Klaus shouted, twisting his hand out of his grip, and pushing him to the boxes behind him. Mikael staggered, trying to regain his balance. The hybrid took advantage of this by throwing a metal rod at him and speeding towards him with the intention of snapping his neck. The older man grabbed the object flying towards him, pierced Klaus' side, and pushed, sending him crashing to the floor.

Klaus pulled the metal out of his body, but the wound on his side wouldn't heal. Suddenly he felt as if his whole body was on fire; every nerve in his body shot through with unimaginable pain. He felt as if his mother had put a curse on him, cutting him off from his werewolf side.

Suddenly, a circle of fire formed around him, and none other than the mother of the originals emerged from the shadows, muttering a familiar spell that began the 1,000-year search for the doppelgänger and the moonstone. Panic rose in him, along with the pain he felt.

NO! He couldn't go through it again!

"Who'll fight for you now, boy?!" Mikael shouted, walking slowly over to him and pulling a white oak stake from his coat pocket, patiently waiting for his wife to finish her spell and get rid of her unwanted son from their lives once and for all.

"I will." Kol stepped out of the shadows, pushing his father away from the circle where his older brother was trapped. Mikael laughed, looking at his son with contempt.

"I was wondering which of you would come to rescue this abomination. I never expected you'd be the first one to protect him. Wasn't he the one who locked you in a coffin for centuries? Will you defend him after what he did to you? You know best of all what he's capable of. Don't you want revenge? To see him suffer for all his sins against you? Join us, my son. Let's do justice to him together."

"Forgive me, father. I'm not on the retirement team." Mikael's smirk fell, and an ominous, dark look returned in its place.

"So you will watch your failure."

Mikael threw himself at his son in an instant, overpowering him. He turned his back to him and clamped his hand around his neck, forcing him to watch as his brother writhed on the floor in pain, occasionally getting close enough to the fire to sear him. Kol shuddered.

"In a moment, your mother will finish reciting the spell, and your treacherous brother will become nothing but a vampire again, and then... I will pierce him through before your eyes, son, so that you will remember once and for all how those who oppose me end up. Maybe then you'll join us."

"I'd rather die." Kol growled, trying to wriggle out of his father's grip.

"So you will."

And then, when everything seemed over for the two siblings and all hope of survival was lost, the appearance of one person changed the fate of the originals.

Suddenly, a wooden bolt shot out of the darkness of the building and pierced Esther's stomach, causing her to break her spell. The woman fell to the floor, screaming. Another wooden stake flew towards Mikael, who was forced to let go of Kol and catch the flying piece of wood before it hit him.

Klaus stopped shaking in pain, taking quick, heavy breaths. He used his remaining strength to look at his savior.

It couldn't be true…

"Get away from my son!"

Ansel jumped off the container, falling right in front of Klaus and shielding him with his own body. He held his crossbow high, aiming it at an angry Mikael. Kol stood beside him, handing him a white oak stake, which Mikael dropped and took out their weapons himself.

"I've already killed you once!"

"And I can already tell you that this time the ending will be different. Now, get out of here, or I will skin you for what you have done to MY SON."

"What can you do to me?! I'm a vampire, the original! Some weak werewolf can't kill me!"

"Be careful. That weak werewolf has many friends, and some of them..." Mikael and Esther cried out in pain as they fell to their knees on the floor. "Are very powerful witches. Touch my son again, and I'll kill you right away, without a blink. But for all of this, you've already done to him..." more bolts fired from his crossbow, wounding the parents of the originals. Most of them were aimed at the seething with anger Mikael.

"Kol. Take your brother out. I'll join you in a second."

"Are you sure, old man?"

"Yes. Just give me a few seconds." Kol nodded uncertainly to him, not wanting to leave Ansel alone with his parents at all. But the younger original carefully took his exhausted brother into his arms and carried him outside at vampire speed.

The werewolf took a few steps towards the kneeling two, firing the few bolts he had left at the man. Esther screamed shrilly beside them as the witches continued to torture her with their magic.

"I'll make sure you suffer in ways even your cruel, psychopathic mind can't imagine and believe me... a thousand years on the other side teaches great creativity and patience, Mikael." Ansel drove one of the stakes through Esther's heart and watched with satisfaction as the woman who had kept his only son away from him fell to the floor dead. "He'll suffer one more time because of you, and I'll make sure you don't get any peace even on the other side. I hope you understand."

"This whore of his will die before he gets to her! You won't protect him from that."

"We'll see. Again, please!" Mikael howled louder in pain as the witches strengthened their attack. Ansel smiled slightly.

Ansel left the warehouse, leaving the vampire writhing in pain behind him. He had more important things on his mind than torturing him. His son needed him, and he wasn't going to spend a single minute doing anything other than helping him.

After all, family was the most important thing. For always and forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Kol drove the car, watching the two men in the back seat in the mirror. Ansel told him to get back to their siblings as soon as possible, especially Y/N.

The original had already learned on the other side that it was better to follow his orders. Ansel usually knew what he was doing, and after saving Kol countless times, he had the younger vampire's full trust.

Klaus could be a little more like him.

"What are you laughing at there, jester?" Ansel asked, looking up from his sleeping son and noticing the smirk on Mikaelson's face.

"Don't get offended, but he is nothing like you."

"I know, and I'm proud of him. He's his own person."

"Elijah will be delighted when you tell him that. Another believer in Nik's redemption."

"He is my son. Of course I believe in him and want the best for him." Kol's face morosed as he remembered how, just an hour ago, his father had tried to kill him and nearly ended his brother's life. "Don't make such a face. He is not your father. No father would make his child suffer. He doesn't deserve your attention, thoughts, or anything."

"But he's right about one thing. We are monsters."

"No. You're all lost. You may be a thousand years old, but really you are like children who have not been taught how to be adults. You know no other way to deal with your emotions than to succumb to this bloodlust. The worst of all is that you've allowed yourselves to be told that you are monsters when everything you do is out of your will to survive or strong feelings."

"A living ticking time bomb, eh?"

"If that's what you want to call it." Ansel murmured, shifting his gaze to his only son. Kol glanced at the two men in a car mirror.

Klaus will be damn surprised to see such a caring and tender look in his biological father's eyes. But he deserved it. After everything Miakel and Esther had put him through—what they all went through because of their parents—they deserved a normal, healthy relationship.

Kol would give anything to have someone like a werewolf for a dad.

"He needs you. Don't fuck it up." instead of admitting this childish desire to himself, he decided to warn Klaus' father. 

"I'm not going to waste my chance, Kol. This is rarely: to come back from the other side."

"I'm still going to keep my eye on you. Especially around Hope."

"I would expect nothing less from you."

"Good. Wake up our princess. We're almost there."

~•♤♤♤•~

They expected it to be hard. Some hidden group of vampires and witches ready to attack at any moment, maybe a few deadly traps await them.

They wouldn't have expected the house to go up in flames. Vampires didn't usually die from fire... but humans did.

Klaus got out of the car the moment he saw the burning building. He didn't care that Kol hadn't stopped the car yet or that his newly found father was sitting right next to him.

All the original hybrid had on his mind was getting to Y/N as fast as he could.

He screamed her name and ran like a madman through the collapsing house. She had to be around here somewhere, unless she evacuated. The man did not allow even the slightest thought that his beloved could be trapped in the building, dead from the fire. He had to find her, lock her in a safe place, defeat Mikael, and return to his love, only to finally reveal his feelings to her and keep her with him where she belonged. There was no other way out of this situation.

However, Klaus, despite his best efforts, found someone completely different.

Katherine Pierce-Mikaelson lay unconscious among the collapsing ruins of the hall. Klaus stopped. Dark thoughts flooded his mind. How easy it would be to leave her here once and for all and let some stray plank fall and pierce her stoned heart. He shook his head.

Whether he wanted it or not, she was part of the family now. And he never left them behind. (Also, Y/N wouldn't approve of him leaving her friend to die. Elijah wouldn't be too pleased either.)

He took her in his arms and carried her out of the building. He laid her down on the grass, checking to see if she was injured.

"NIKLAUS! KATERINA!" Klaus raised his head, turning his gaze to his brother, who was running towards them. "Is she okay?! Where is Kol?! KOL?!" the elder brother rushed home after making sure his wife and Klaus were okay.

The hybrid caught up with him and grabbed his jacket, stopping him from entering the building.

"He is fine. Have you seen Y/N?" Elijah fell silent, looking away from his younger brother. Klaus grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes. "WHERE IS Y/N?!" he shouted, shaking him.

"Niklaus..." the hybrid didn't even bother to listen to him.

He let go of the lapels of his jacket and ran towards the collapsing building, but before he could get close to the fire, his brother caught him. Klaus tried to break free from his grip. They both fell to the ground, fighting until the younger original snapped the older's neck.

"NIK!" his sister's scream stopped him from going home again, he ran towards her. Rage and fear shone in his eyes.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" he shouted at the jittery blonde. He had to get to Y/N, and his sister's tearful, devastated face didn't show she was safe. His anxiety and panic only increased as he searched Rebekah's eyes for any answer.

"She... she is in our house." Klaus had never felt such need and blissful relief flood him so quickly. Unfortunately, it left him as fast as it came. "She is in transition."

The original froze. He felt as if the whole world stopped around him for a moment. The one thing Klaus wasn't sure how Y/N would take in their (then very likely) future relationship was her possible transformation into a vampire. Now that it was actually happening, Klaus worried what his beloved's reaction would be.

"What? But... how?"

"Our father's minions attacked the building. Elijah and I managed to escape in time and evacuate Freya. Katherine was supposed to join us with Y/N, ​​but they never showed up. We went back into the building and found her with a metal rod in her chest. We thought she was dead, but Freya did some weird tricks on her, and it turned out she had vampire blood in her system. Your blood, Nik. I'm so sorry."

"They attacked Katerina. They snapped her neck when she tried to help Y/N. We need to find them and Mikael. They will die for what they did." he growled, preparing a very savage plan of attack in his head.

He would destroy those who hurt his love. They will be begging him to send them to hell quickly.

"Klaus! You knew that, right? That our father returned. Is that why you disappeared with Kol? You went to kill him on your own and you lost. You provoked him, so now it's our fault that Y/N is dead."

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PLANS WERE!" he shouted furiously. Rebekah had no right to say that when all he was doing was trying to protect Y/N and his family.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM, NIK, IT'S ALWAYS YOUR PLANS AND NEVER OURS! And now Y/N is dead and it's all your fault!"

"SHE'S NOT DEAD! SHE WILL BE WITH US FOREVER AFTER TURNING INTO A VAMPIRE!"

"SHE WILL NEVER FEED!"

Her sudden statement restored complete silence, broken only by the sound of the burning house. Klaus quickly came to the conclusion that the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace, instead of bringing him relief and peace as before, would become the cause of his anxiety, a memory of the fear and horror he felt today. Another trauma for the collection.

"What?"

"She won't be one of us. She will die, Nik, and you will have the blood on your hands of the only person who has ever truly loved you."

"YOU'RE LIAR! SHE WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME!" he shouted, feeling the tears start to gather dangerously in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Klaus screamed, rushing furiously at his sister, but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Be calm, son. Don't do something you'll regret. We'll go in turn. We'll kill Miakel first and then deal with Y/N, right?"

"And who the bloody hell are you?" Rebekah asked, eyeing the newcomer suspiciously. Especially when her brother hadn't ripped his arm off or maimed him after he touched him.

"Rebekah, this is my father... Rebekah!" Klaus screamed as the blonde vampire walked over to the older man and slapped him across the face.

"It's okay, Niklaus. I think I deserved it." Ansel groaned in pain, clutching his sore cheek.

"What do you want from him?" she growled, shielding her brother from him with her body. The Mikaelsons' experience had taught them to be careful in their dealings with their parents. They didn't have a very good experience. Klaus, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at his sister's protectiveness. If Ansel wanted to hurt him, he would have done so long ago; he certainly wouldn't have saved him from the clutches of death. Which didn't mean he trusted his father. He would have to deserve it and prove his good intentions to the sibling.

"I want to protect him. He's my son."

Klaus' heart beat faster. His son. It had been a long time since anyone had said that about him (he doubted he'd ever heard those words spoken with such pride and feeling). After all, Klaus wasn't made of stone. He could pretend his father's attitude didn't bother him, but he guessed they all knew how it affected the cruel hybrid. But before their big family meeting about Ansel could take place, they had to defeat their parents. And nothing unites and strengthens family bonds like hunting down their enemies.

"I threw the newlyweds in the car! If you've finished this dramatic scene, get your ass to the car before we all burn up from this fire, behind you, idiots!"

Maybe Klaus would have taken his father into the family after all. He would make a great replacement for his annoying little brother...

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I groaned as I slowly began to regain consciousness.

My head was bursting like hell, my throat felt like a desert, and the lights of the New Orelan lanterns that flooded into the room blinded me, causing me additional pain.

I felt like I had a huge, unforgettable hangover.

However, I don't remember much from last night. I guess I got drunk at the wedding faster than I thought and ended up in Klaus' bedroom again. At least he cleaned up after our recent… activities.

I slowly got out of bed. The world seemed to spin in my head. I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Suddenly, I heard an awfully loud jazz band playing in the streets of New Orleans. I swallowed, wondering who normal plays at night under other people's windows.

Someone entered the house with a bang, slamming the door mercilessly behind them. I hissed, clutching my throbbing head in pain. I've never had such a big hangover in my life.

Klaus came in covered in blood. Instantly, I felt the excitement flooding into my body, and my tongue moved to wet my chapped lips. I felt hotter in the room. My god, I fucked him only 24 hours ago, I couldn't be such a whore to him.

"Y/N." he sighed, standing stunned in the doorway. Well, he probably wasn't expecting me in his bedroom again.

"After all the noise outside, I can tell you didn't get rid of those musicians after all. Who did you fight? And please don't tell me it was Elijah." I asked, trying to control my sudden and unexpected turning on by the hybrid in the blood. Fucking hormones before a period.

"Noise?"

"Do not change the subject. With your super-hearing, there's no way you can't hear it." the man gave me a concerned look as he approached me. "Okay, I'm starting to worry. What happened to you?"

"Y/N..." he whispered, reaching for me, but I took a step away from him and wrinkled my nose.

"There's no way I'm letting you hug me or even touch me when you're covered in blood. Know my good heart, I'll clean you." I made a familiar flick of my wrist, but to my surprise, nothing happened… my magic didn't even move in my veins. I tried again, but nothing happened. I transferred my annoyed, hostile gaze to the original. What right did he have to lock me up in his house and block access to my magic?! "What the hell have you done to my magic?! Why did you keep it from me?! What kind of game are you playing right now?!"

"Y/N, I need you to calm down..."

"DON'T TOUCH ME! What did you do to me?! Why can't I feel my power?!"

"I'm so sorry, love."

"No… you can't just imply that… No." I shook my head in disbelief, unable to accept what he was trying to tell me. He must have been making cruel fun of me. But his painful, worried expression indicated otherwise.

"You're in a transition, Y/N."

"No, no, no. I can't! I didn't even drink a vampire's blood or die!"

"You drank from me last night, and today at the wedding, my father's minions disrupted the party. They started a fire and…"

"NO! You're lying! I can't be a vampire!"

"Y/N, please just listen to me..." he took a step towards me, but I backed away from him in panic, afraid to be so close to the man covered in blood... I could smell the wonderful, intoxicating smell of the red liquid on him.

"DON'T come closer. It is impossible. Are you playing some sick game, or is that some fucking plan of yours? A way to get me stuck here?"

"You think I'd stoop so low that I could do something like that to you? One of the few people I care about more than myself?!"

"You tell me. I don't know you."

"Do you really want to argue the same thing over and over again? When do we both know the truth?"

"I'm in transition, I'm scared, I'm angry, and I feel like my whole body is on fire with pain, and you're still able to bring everything back to our fucked-up relationship? You are an unbelievable narcistic psycho."

"Well, I know a very simple solution to your problems." he walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, leaving a bloodstain on the wood. He turned back to me, tossing me a bag of blood. "Drink."

"Are you crazy?! I'm not going to turn into that bloodthirsty thing that you are!"

"I've never heard such a beautiful compliment, love. Now. Drink. Before I pour it down your throat."

"You can't fucking make me!" I screamed, throwing a bag against the wall, which wasn't a good idea at all as its contents started to run down the wall, creating a small puddle on the floor. My gums involuntarily itched. My stomach rumbled as the delicious smell of fresh blood hit my nostrils.

I closed my eyes, sighing as I tried to control the overwhelming hunger. Klaus took advantage of my moment of weakness, coming over to me and enclosing me in a tight, strong hug. The smell of blood that covered him attacked my senses.

It was funny how his arms were both the only place that could bring me peace and make me fearful of the inner need caused by the vampire blood in my system.

"I can see how you are struggling and how persistently you are trying to overcome it. But why fight it? Why when you can get so much? Have you ever thought about the benefits of being a vampire? Your lovely, pretty face will never age a day, being able to dazzle others with its unimaginable beauty forever. All human diseases and ailments will disappear. You will be able to enjoy eternal life, discovering the mysteries and wonders of this world, even if not with me by your side, then with someone who will worship you until the end of this world. All you have to do is drink some blood and let us take care of you until you learn to control yourself. Is that such a big price to pay for eternal life?" he let me pull away from him a little so I could look into his eyes as he held me tight, desperately trying to convince me to stay alive.

"Who said it would be a happy life? That I'll learn to control myself and not go crazy or become a ripper? That I won't come back covered in the innocent blood of humans every night like you?"

"I must admit I'm a little offended, but I won't blame you for making such vicious accusations against me." he said it in such a tone that I laughed involuntarily, bringing a tender smile to his face. He could always make me laugh, even in the darkest of times. "It's the blood of Mikael and his minions; they definitely weren't innocent, love. Besides, I know you. You will not attack an ordinary man for your own pleasure. And even if you want to, I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid."

I got out of his grip, walking away from him to a safe distance. I might have been in transition, but of the two of us, the man was still the more impetuous. His reaction to my final decision may vary, and I prefer not to risk an untimely death by suffocation.

Besides, Klaus would never forgive himself for that.

"I can't, Nik. I won't feed." his calm facade dropped, and the desperation in his eyes and fear became more evident.

"Y/N just listen to me..."

"It seems like the only fair way out, you know? I helped you plan that stupid wedding; now, at least, you can return the favor by giving me a big, epic funeral."

"Don't even joke like that."

"You know, when Bonnie became sort of an anchor for dead supernaturals to find their way to peace or whatever it is, I couldn't believe at first that the dead actually went somewhere. It seems logical that after you've lived so many years with all these super powers, you just… die. No special effects, no second life, or another reality where there are other dead people. Now, I wish I believed in an afterlife, but I just don't buy this peace story."

"Vampirism is by definition an afterlife."

"I'd rather go into the unknown than live in pain." as if on cue, a sudden, painful spasm seized the left half of my body, causing me to double up... I thought I was beginning to decay from the inside out.

Klaus was near me in no time, holding me up. Fear and despair were painted on his face so clearly that I had to look away from him to chase away the remorse.

"The longer you wait, the more you'll suffer."

"Yeah. I think it's better this way. I mean, look at me. I'm gonna make a super-hot corpse. Perfect for an open casket..."

"Y/N."

"I want a huge party. Everyone has to drink themselves into oblivion and reminisce about all the happy times, funny jokes, or God knows what else. And don't let Kol officiate my funeral, because he'll definitely bring up that stupid story about drunk me flirting with you in a wedding dress or that you were my last fu..."

"STOP IT!" he shouted, interrupting me."I'll not entertain this kind of talk any longer. You must feed. I need you." he growled, glaring at me madly as if that had ever impressed me or worked on me.

He wanted a furious lovers quarrel? Here we go, I'll give him a fucking, last argument.

"This is not about you, this is about me! I liked who I was! I've spent my entire life being that exact version of myself! Years of hard practice and experimentation with my magic went for nothing. I'm nothing! I will never be who I used to be. It is better if I die as someone I'm proud of than live as someone I despise!"

"NO! It is better to live a flawed life than to waste it rotting in clay!"

"But that's not your decision to make." I whispered with tears in my eyes.

He thought I wanted to die? Leaving the love of my life when our story was just beginning? That I didn't want that fucking fairytale ending where the princess got her prince charming?

But I was never a Cinderella, and Klaus was no cut-off to be a prince on a white horse. And we had to accept this.

"Y/N..."

"I HAVE NOTHING, KLAUS! Without my magic, I am a meaningless shell of my former self. I will always be just a shadow of the person I used to be, unable to cast even the simplest spell or feel the fucking energy of plants! My immortal life will be one big void that nothing can fill!" I walked over to him, taking his hands. I didn't want him to leave. Since I was about to die, I didn't want to do it alone. But I knew full well that he wouldn't stay with me to watch me die, because if I were in his place, I wouldn't be able to watch him go away forever either. "I don't want to live like this, Nik. I can't stand such a pain, and certainly nothing is worth it."

"If you want to go back to the arms of death so badly, I won't stop you. I only hope the bugs will eat your rotten body soon, love." he growled, pulling his hand out of my grip, and he stormed out of the room.

"Klaus! Wait!" I shouted after him, trying to take a step towards the door, but I was too weak to move. I slumped to the ground, letting all my heightened emotions come to light and burst into tears as I listened as the hybrid left the house, slamming the door angrily.

This wasn't how it was all supposed to be.

Everything was meant to fall into place after the wedding, but my life was coming to an inexorable end, and my epic true love left me alone and ran away, hurt by my refusal to accept eternal life by his side.

Suddenly, I felt arms pull me into a comforting, firm embrace as someone began to stroke my hair reassuringly. I looked up. It was Klaus' father.

Klaus told me about it several times and even showed me one of the most traumatic memories for him—finding his biological father, pierced through and through by Mikael's sword. I spent half the night with him then, trying to distract his mind from his memories about his true origin.

Apparently, Ansel must have returned with the parents of the originals. He must have trusted him to let him into his mansion.

"All right. He will calm down a bit and come back to you, darling. He will not waste the last hours with his beloved on pointless wandering in anger around the city."

"I... don't want to hurt him. I just can't... I... was never supposed to become... It's all so fucked up." I sobbed, letting Ansel move me to Klaus' bed, so we were sitting next to each other.

"Try to understand him. The love of his life is dying, and while he could shove blood down your throat and save you, he can't do anything without your permission. He's powerless, and that's one of the few feelings my son doesn't take well."

"I don't think I can do it, Ansel. I don't want to be a vampire, but… I want him to be okay. He finally has some happiness and peace in his life, and I'm taking that away from him, making him unhappy again. If only I could turn back time and…"

"And do what? Never met him?"

"That would be best for him and his family."

"I think my son knows what's best for him. And I think..." he got out of bed, rolled up the carpet to get to the floorboards, and pulled out one board. He put his hand into the hole and pulled out a huge bundle of papers. He put everything back in its place and came over to me, handing me the package. "He discovered it himself a long time ago."

"What is it?" I asked, wiping tears from my cheeks, and (after wiping my hands on my dress) I took it from him.

"Something for you. Ah, these postmen! They always lose something or don't deliver it on time, don't they? I'll leave you with that for a while. I'll make sure you have some privacy." Klaus' father went out of the room, closing a door behind him.

A werewolf left me with the strange envelopes alone.

I looked at them distrustfully, not certain if I really wanted to open them. But my innate curiosity made me ask myself one important question all the time.

What was in them?

With trembling hands, I opened the first sealed envelope.

I'd recognize Klaus' practiced, beautiful handwriting anywhere. It's been haunting me since he sent me an invitation to Mikaelson's ball. After every little note he gave me, I could tell I was an expert at his refined handwriting. Thanks to this little obsession, after the first glance at the letter, I knew it was written by him.

Y/N, I have to admit, I'm a little offended that you're not answering my calls. Are you so busy with Mystic Falls stuff that you don't have time for old friends? It'd be nice to know you're alive, Klaus

My malicious witch, my nuisance, It's really awful of you to torment my poor soul. What have I done to deserve such a cold shoulder? Have your little friends turned you against me? If Rebekah and Katherine deserve weekly video calls, what do I have to do to have the honor of hearing your irritating voice? Stop with that attitude, or I'll show up in this musty hole myself, Klaus

A thorn in my side, a waking nightmare, I see you're ignoring me on purpose. I have to admit, I didn't expect such a game from you, but here you go. Want to play games? Expect me to be a willing participant. Let the best win, Klaus

My stupid little witch, Heretics will no longer bother you. Do not thank me. Put your life in danger for these morons one more time, and you will know my wrath, Klaus

My little tormentor, Have you cast a spell on me to think about you every night? Does this possession make me see you everywhere I go, only to be disappointed when I reach a person who is not you? Is this another one of your new tricks? Making me miss you awake and asleep? I swear I'll draw you into your own trap, Klaus

My lovely witch and the sweet bane of my existence, You win. I love you. Truly, madly, deeply. I dare you to come to me and get your price. Yours, Klaus

If it was possible, I cried more than before. Why now? Why didn't I find all these letters sooner? If only I had known about the letters sooner, now at least I would have had something to remember on the other side.

But the most important question was, did I really want to go to the other side, now?

[rhaenys-queenofkhyrulzz]

BangSeon Corporate/Chaebol AU

Was looking through the divine google doc of unfinished wips yesterday and came upon my plan for a chaebol au fic. Since I couldn't get the idea out of my head, 5 1/2 hours of poor time management later, this art was born:

ignore the 2016 eyebrows my dears 🙈

Initially, the idea behind the fic was to have Seon-ho secretly form an alliance with Bang-won—one of the top candidates for the CEO Position in Yi Group—to take down Nam Group—Yi Group’s prime competitor—which is headed by none other than Nam Jeon.

Of course, Bang-won isn't trusting of Seon-ho at first (Mainly because when they first met, Seon-ho had broken into his apartment to steal some documents from him. Oh. And he had a knife. So definitely not a good first impression). But he accepts his help in exchange for giving him access to specific documents & not calling up his armed security right away ('cause honestly like hell Bang-won is gonna let his little half-brother take that CEO Position from him). By working together with Seon-ho, he'll make a significant contribution to the company's future. The board will most definitely back him as the next leader.

A few months go by as they work on their plan. The more time they spend together, they realise that each other's presence is equally as infuriating as it is arousing.

At some point, they're both invited to some high society dinner along with their families but they were SO not expecting to see each other there. Bang-won sees Seon-ho out of his usual dark hoodies and sweats for the first time and his brain short-circuits. Though, he is a bit pissed off that Seon-ho didn’t tell him he’d be there. Seon-ho shares the sentiment. They have to pretend they don't know each other as if they haven’t spent the last 3 months working together on their plan.

Bang-won suggests they go chat somewhere more private do they duck into the first empty room they can find. As soon as the door closes, Bang-won cornering Seon-ho against the wall.

Words burst out of his throat before he can stop himself. “What the hell are you doing here?"

Seon-ho pushes forward and into his personal space. “I was invited dumbass.”

“You’ll blow our cover.”

“If I recall, you’re the one who asked to speak to me here."

Bang-won laughs, mirthless and condescending. "Because you were talking to the damn man we've been looking into since we started this thing. Wasn't it obvious how fucking stupid that was of you?"

"Oh I'm the stupid one, now am I?!" Seon-ho juts his chin forward and then there are barely inches between their faces. "God you’re so infuriating sometimes I just want to-”

“to what?”

Cue both internal monologues of their Anthony Bridgerton feels aka bane of my existence talk.

And then their lips are smashing together in a kiss. Heated make out session, hand fisting in shirt, teeth clacking. Both trying to devour the other basically.

1 gratuitous minute later, there's a knock at the door making them spring apart.

The rest of the plans are just plot stuff. Hope you enjoyed!

[builtbybrokenbells]

Fluff prompt 5 with Sammy? 🥺

Thank youuu 🤍

Person A kissing person B in the rain

listen while reading: the best of my love • eagles

w/c: 1.7k

pairing: sam x reader

warnings: drinking, fluff 🫶🏻

i couldn’t help but add a song 🤭 (if you guys couldn’t tell, i am a huge fan of eagles) thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

Prompt list here

“It was really nice of the last owners to leave their patio furniture for us.” You chuckled, leaning back into the cushion of the lawn chair. You grabbed the wine glass sitting on the table beside you, placing it to your lips and taking a long sip.

“They seemed like they wanted to get out of here pretty fast,” Sam noted, looking around at the backyard. “Maybe it’s haunted?” He looked back to you, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess we’ll find out.” You shrugged, already making plans in your head for the possibilities of the large yard. “The realtor never mentioned any ghosts, but I suppose it isn’t a very good selling point.”

“I think it gives a house character.”

“Ah, yes.” You chuckled. “Evil presence always adds a little pizzazz.”

“I never said they were evil.” He reached over from the seat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh just below the hem of your shorts. You slipped your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. “They could be friendly.”

“Let’s hold off on the hope that our new house is haunted, yeah?” You laughed, shutting the idea down. “I’d rather no ghosts at all.”

You both fell back into silence, listening to the hum of music float through the air from the inside of the house. It had been a very long day of moving, and you and Sam were enjoying the few moments of serenity after hours of hectic work. As tired as you were, you were overjoyed about the days events. The last few months had been solely dedicated to house hunting. Sam wanted to find a place before he had to leave for tour again, just to ensure you were moved and settled in before he had to go. The decision to buy a home together was not a small one, but it was the right one. There was no doubt in either of your minds, certain it wasn’t a mistake, because you had spent most of your lives hopelessly in love with each other. It was new, but not irrational.

So, that morning, you’d packed up the last of your items from your shared apartment and recruited his brothers. The moving process was easy enough with five people, but still tiring. The most of the work was yet to come, though. All of the boxes piled in different rooms were begging to be unpacked. After ordering food and enjoying dinner together, the rest of the boys retired for the day with a promise to be back in the morning. That left you and Sam alone in your own house for the very first time. Instead of tackling the pile of work still left, Sam cracked open a bottle of wine and invited you out to the patio to enjoy the last little bit of daylight. You were thankful that the previous family left their furniture, even if it was old and run down. The abandonment allowed you both to thoroughly enjoy the memory of your first night in your first home.

Although the sun was still shining, the clouds were slowly enveloping the rays and blocking the warmth. It would soon be dusk, but the now-grey sky served as a warning of rain. You figured it best to pack up the party and head inside, but your aching body was begging you to stay seated. The buzz of wine in your bloodstream was convincing you that the rain was no area of real concern. “I’m thinking we could put a pool on that side of the deck.” Sam pointed to the edge of the wooden patio, eyes focused on the flimsy fencing. “We can just knock that part of the fence down.”

“Yeah, I like that.” You nodded. “I think we could put a garden over there.” You motioned towards the corner of the property that adorned a small bed of flowers. “I like the flowers, we can keep them, but just add on to it.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, nodding, too. “More wine, darling?” He asked, his tone dramatic. He picked up the bottle, tilting it towards your empty glass with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, why not?” You grinned. “We are celebrating, aren’t we?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he screwed the cap off, pouring the last of the wine into your glass. You brought his hand that was holding yours to your lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. He let go of his grip on you, bringing the knuckle of his index finger to your cheek and gently caressed your face. You closed your eyes in response to the feeling. His touch was your favourite sensation; always tender and full of love, letting you know how much he adored you without even having to speak.

He let his palm fall on the back of your neck, gently guiding you towards him. You obliged, leaning over the chair as he did the same. You reached out, your own hand landing on his cheek and cupping it. You pulled him a little closer, capturing him in a kiss. It was sweet, lasting a little longer than usual due to your shared excitement for the milestone. When he pulled away, you almost protested the loss of contact. “I’m so excited.” He admitted, a goofy smile plastered on his lips.

“I am, too.” You breathed, completely enthralled in the expression on his face. He was beautiful, completely captivating and he didn’t even have to try. As soon as he walked into a room, he caught attention simply by existing. You couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to start such a big chapter of life with him.

“We’re really doing this thing, aren’t we?”

“What thing?” You giggled.

“Life, love, family,” he listed. You felt a flutter in your stomach at the statement.

“I guess so.” You smiled. “Grown-ups, now.” He let out a hum of agreement. Just as you were about to lean in for another kiss, the looming grey clouds finally covered the sun completely. The first raindrop that landed on your head was barely noticeable. Even so, the first signified the quick falling of hundreds more; the inviting rays of sun were replaced with warm rain washing over both of you in an instant. You jumped up out of your seat, ready to make a break for the door. Sam followed suit, presumably to do the same. Instead of following you inside, he grabbed your hand before you could get away. “Come on, we’re getting soaked!” You expelled over the sound of puttering rain against the wooden panels below you.

“Hold on,” he answered, pulling you back towards him. “You won’t melt, you’re fine.” He slipped his arms around your waist, guiding your body into his.

“We can hug in the kitchen, you know, where it’s dry?”

“Live a little.” He replied, showing no signs of letting you go. After a moment, you realized there was no escaping his hold. Your clothes were already drenched and your hair was, too. The only thing going inside would achieve was ruining the moment. So, you played along. You wrapped your arms around his neck, suddenly not caring about the worsening rain storm. “You hear that?” He asked. You shook your head. “The song?” You listened a bit closer, trying to pick the tune out over the sound of the rain. After a moment, you recognized the lyrics.

“Eagles.”

“Mhm, which one?” He pressed.

“The Best of My Love.” You answered, no hesitation present. “My favourite song.” He nodded, happy at how quick you answered.

“Remember that night at the bar?”

“Yeah,” you said, watching his face. The rain was a distant memory; the only thing that mattered was the boy before you. “The night we got together.”

“You looked so pretty. You played pool with Danny all night, but I couldn’t stop staring at you, hoping you would ask me to play instead.” He admitted. “I was so in love with you, even back then. I think I fell for you the minute I met you.”

“I think I did, too.”

“I know I always told you it was a coincidence that it played that night, but I asked them to play it.” He confessed. Although you always had a sneaking suspicion, he never outright admitted it. “If I was going to ask you to dance, I wanted it to be to the right song. I knew it was your favourite. Your eyes light up every time it comes on.”

“Sneaky,” You teased, but you could barely chastise him for it; it was the sweetest confession anyone had ever made to you.

“Dance with me again?” He didn’t even have to ask. You were completely under his spell and willing to do whatever he wanted; hopelessly in love with him with no sign of recovery. Not that you wanted to, anyway. The thought of being this in love with each other forever was nothing short of a comfort.

The two of you swayed to the distant music, occasionally stumbling over your feet because you were too enthralled in each others faces. He twirled you around, landing you safely back in his arms. Both of you were drenched with rain, but it was the least of your worries. The memory of your first night in your own home was greater than either of you could have ever anticipated. You never wanted to miss a single moment of joy you were lucky enough to share with him. As the song was drawing to a close, he pulled you back into him by your hips. He lifted one hand, cupping your cheek and guiding your face upwards. He leaned down, kissing you with every ounce of love he could muster. You pulled him a little closer, arms still locked around his neck. If you could, you would have lived in that moment for the rest of your life.

He parted from you, but just barely. His lips were still ghosting over your own when he spoke again. “I’d like to marry you to that song, someday, too.”

“It’s a little sad to be a wedding song, don’t you think?”

“It reminds me of you. To me, it’s the happiest song in the world.” You felt your cheeks heat up again, another blush forcing its way onto your cheeks. The droplets of water streaming down your faces just made the moment all the more intimate.

“I think we can make that happen, then.” You whispered. A smile broke out on his face once more. “I love you.”

“I love you, more than anything.” He replied, pulling you into another kiss. Not even the rain falling could put a damper on the mood; you had a promise to spend the rest of your life with Sam, and that was enough make any rainy day a little bit brighter.

•

god i love sam so much it physically pains me

[pbandjesse]

Today was a long day with lots of appointments. And I don't know if it was all just regular pregnancy pains and insomnia but I woke up at 4am and could not fall back asleep. So it was kind of a tough day.

I tried to go back to sleep but by 5 I just watched videos on my phone until when I needed to get up around 7. James tried to tell me to get off my phone and try to sleep but it just wasn't going to happen.

When I did get up at 7 I felt pretty alright. Cold. Tired. But also like. Fine enough. I liked my new dress. And James made us sandwiches to have before we left. We sat together at the kitchen island. And talked a little. And soon we were out the door.

It was pretty cold out. My face was still really hurting. I tried really hard to not pick at my scabs and I put pimple patches on them and was super self conscious about it. But they would really help. I am trying so hard to let them heal. Bur between my upper lips being scabbed and my actual lips being chapped, I just feel so dried out. Despite all my moisturizer!

I was also just dehydrated today. Even the nurses said so. I am trying to stay hydrated but some days I just feel super dry. Baby and making more blood is stealing all my hydration.

When we got to the hospital we had to wait for a bit. But we both got so excited when we were walking down the hall and we saw a nun!!!! She wasn't in a full habit but she had a head piece on and we were holding hands and immediately squeezed each other like omg see you seeing this???! We then spent the next couple minutes thinking of a Mercy (name of the hospital) bingo card. We were in a silly mood.

The appointment would go well. Sylvia was moving all over and our nurse described her as a healthy baby. She also said that they will all try to come up and meet her when she's earth side and that made me happy. I didn't want to impose on them but she said that if they can meet their babies they try to and I thought that was so sweet.

We finished up there feeling good. But tired. We drove over to Canton for the second appointment. We had more time then I was thinking so we had almost an hour wait until we were seen. But it was fine. We sat together in the waiting room and things were fine.

I weigh 187, so just about 11lbs gained if we go from my first appointment. But remember I lost 10lbs in August. I think I've been pretty good about not going crazy about numbers or anything. Which feels healthy.

The second appointment was good. The Nurse Practitioner we had was lovely and we went through all my questions we had written down from watching TikToks and from my birth plan. And I feel much more secure then I was. It's nice that I feel more secure every appointment. She does want me to come back for the next two mondays. And then I'll be having baby on Friday of that second week!

She said I can request to get an IUD placed during my c section. And if they can't I will wait until my 6 week appointment. She gave me more info of what to expect with my body at the hospital and during recovery. Wound care and what we can ask for. She was excellent honestly.

I was really tired at this point though and was ready to go home. I made my two appointments. And we were off.

We went home and I got cozy in bed. James would go for a bike ride. And I would sleep until almost 2. I really really needed that. And it was pretty good sleep overall. Even with baby wiggling and kicking me. Im lucky that it doesn't particularly hurt. Though I did learn today that I am having contractions! Probably Braxton Hicks but that's why my stomach gets so hard sometimes. I just thought baby had pushed on me in that spot. But now I know!

I was telling Jess that I have weird fomo because I'm delivering early and by planned c section. Like I won't have real contractions. My water won't break. I won't have to labor. But also like. Amazing?? I won't have to have those icky things??? But the fomo is still there a little.

When I woke up James made me peanut butter and jelly crackers. Which I inhaled. I got redressed. And sat downstairs for a little. Before it was time for us to go to the rhumatologist.

This appointment did not go how I expected. James dropped me off and went to get groceries. First thing a woman was screaming on the phone in the lobby. And then the girls at the front desk were all teasing each other which was very funny. I signed in for my appointment and for labs. Filled out my paperwork. And was brought back pretty quickly.

I let the medical assistant know I am having a c section and the date and she was like. I'm not sure you can have your injections? So she went to ask the doctor. And in the mean time I got my blood drawn. Had big laughs with her when I told her I was scolded for being dehydrated and she was like. I'm going to scold you too!! But my blood didn't get stuck this time and no one burst any veins.

The doctor decided that after looking into it I cannot have the injections 4 weeks before or after my surgery. That's fine with me. Even if I get a bit sore. But to not waste the trip I would get a real in person appointment!! Which I haven't had for forever and I was so glad she was able to squeeze all my joints. And I got a new rating for my arthritis. Which is 27. Which makes me moderate which she didn't love. But the problem is my fingers. Every other joint was doing pretty good. But my fingers were all hurting when she squeezed so my rating was a little high.

Tentatively I get my next injections in April but I'll come back in mid March (if I'm okay to be in the car) for blood work and another check in. I promised them to bring the baby with me.

I headed out and James was waiting for me. I told them everything that went down. And we headed to Wawa for an early dinner.

We ate in the car. We shared a soda and fries. And it was just nice being together. I told them some of the feelings I've been having. And they told me how they want to support me. And it just felt nice. Like logically I know James is my best supporter. But also I fear being a burden. So it's good that we talk these things through.

They also promised to make me chocolate chip cookies this evening.

When we got home I spent time with Crabcake. He ate a huge plate of his new greens. Which are different then what he's had before and he housed it. Which was super encouraging. I would clean him. I did multiple water change soaks and scrubbed him a bit. I put him in the playpen to dry off and walk around a little. And I would do some vacuuming of the fish tank. And once Crabcake was back in his enclosure I would do some organizing of that space. I dug and fluffed the dirt and moved some stuff. I see some failure points for climbing for him. I also burnt myself a little on the heating bulb. Again. But only a little. Enough to scare me. But it was good moving his space and sprucing it up.

I asked James to bring my new chair upstairs to see if I want it to be in the baby room. But it just felt to large. So back to the studio. I have an idea for it when the plants go back outside this spring. Moving Crabcake to the other window and moving the chair to that corner. But I would also have to move some shelves and it will be a big undertaking. So it is not a priority at all.

I was feeling tired at this point. I finished putting away a few things. I also stuffed the nursing pillow I got! And it's great. Even though I don't plan on breastfeeding, I think it'll be super helpful for bottle feeding and just having. I am very pleased with it.

I would get cozy in my chair. Sweetp joined me. And it was nice just sitting together for an hour.

I was texting with Celia and Jess. About my fears and feelings. It was nice to get those feelings out. About how I do think I got this. And how I understand the magnitude. But also I am really good at stuff? And I believe in myself. Even if I'm scared a little. And everything will be okay, just different. I will be different. In good ways.

I went and took a shower. Washed my hair. And now I am in bed. James just brought me cookies and they smell so nice. I love my husband so much.

Tomorrow it may snow. And if it does I hope it's beautiful. It's not supposed to until the evening though. So we will see how the day goes.

I hope you all have a good evening. I hope we all sleep well. And have fun tomorrow.

Goodnight everyone!

[lonely-starlequin]

How the ghouls spent Halloween 🩷

Mini fic!

Word count:1706 words

Paring:(implied) swissrora, RainDew,cumulusCirrus

Type:tooth rotting fluff

Summary: phantom really wants to go trick or treating like humans do as he’s seen so many movies about it.

Warnings:tooth rotting fluff, light swearing, teasing.

Fic below cut🩷

Usually the ghouls spend Halloween inside the ministry going “trick or treating” by going door to door with the siblings of sin. But the needy ghoul has been shown in too many Halloween movies and has been begging to do it for real, like humans do.

And he begged and begged until he was ready to give up and throw in the towel.

 

Currently, it was early morning, and the ghouls were nestled up together on the couch after breakfast was finished. They were watching some cute kid’s Halloween movie that someone popped on when they were in the den. A few ears twitched as footsteps approached, but no one moved to look as they were far too engrossed in this movie.

  

Copia leaned up on the back of the couch, resting his arms on the ledge. “Good morning, my ghouls,” he said softly so as not to spook the still sleepy ghouls.

The girls looked over and let out sweet, happy trills of excitement to see their papa so early in the day. The others had a more groggy good morning back as they tried to yawn away the sleep still clouding their minds. All except Phantom, who sat cross-legged on the floor, a soft pout playing on his lips as he knew what day it was and he knew Copia had come to give them the final verdict on Halloween. Copia crept around the couch to kneel down next to the phantom. Phantom glanced over. Good morning, papa,” he mumbled softly, not wanting to be rude, but disappointment played in his voice.

Copia cupped his face lightly. “What’s wrong, phantom? Aren’t you excited to go trick or treating tonight?” Copia smiles softly as he reveals that they have been given permission. Phantom sits there frozen for a moment before looking up at him with huge eyes, trying to gauge if he was being serious. Papa gave him a small nod and a smile to reassure the young ghoul. Phantom squeeled and pounced on Papa, pulling him into a tight hug that sent them both tumbling to the floor.

 

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He trilled and purred, nuzzling up to his tail, wagging much the same as a happy kit. Copia chuckled softly, rubbing his back. “You’re welcome, my little bug.” He slowly sat up, letting Phantom sit still in his lap.

 

“It took a lot of convincing, but I got her to agree, even if it came with a few conditions. So all of you listen up because you must be on your best behavior tonight, alright?” They all nod and give him their attention.

“You have to stay close; no wondering off, no picking fights, no fighting each other. If you choose to unglamor parts of yourself, make sure it’s one that humans can replicate, such as ears, eyes, fangs, and such. And lastly, we will be leaving here at 6 and driving to a local neighborhood, where we will trick and treat for 4 hours. Sound good?” Copia smiled as he laid down the ground rules for tonight.

 

They all exchanged looks of agreement and excitement. “I shall come to get you at 6, so make sure you’re all ready and dressed up,” he smiled, sitting phantom down on the couch with the rest of the ghouls. Phantom smiled, excitement rolling off him in waves. Copia softly kissed his head before departing.

 

As soon as Copia left, the room erupted in excited cheers and celebration.

“Who knew we just needed the charm of this cutie to finally go out? We’ve been trying for  years!"Cirrus squealed the mushing phantoms face in her hands, giggling and cooing at him.

 

All the ghouls were entirely restless until six, just wanting time to move faster; their excitement made it impossible to wait that long.

 

Around 5, the ghouls ran to their rooms to get ready in their costumes that had been planned and prepared months in advance.

 

Phantom had struggled a bit to pick a costume; he had so many ideas that he had to pick just one. He wanted to make it perfect, so he had the others help him out. And they decided the best was to do Dracula, as it combines bats and a famous horror movie. The girls helped him add bat wings to the sleeves to make him feel more bat-like. He put on a tiny bit of makeup, like the girls showed him. He added black lightly around his eyes and used pale, pale makeup on his face. He unglamoured his fangs so he looked more like a vampire, and lastly, he slicked back his hair to make him look all fancy.

 

Aurora dragged Swiss to her room to get ready. Swiss had whined and protested the whole time, but really he was excited to match with her. She had recently seen that new Barbie movie and was obsessed with it, so she decided this was what they needed to do. They decided on the matching cowboy outfit because Aurora thought they were the cutest. So they got all dolled up in their costumes, super excited Swiss doing a horrible job hiding it. Aurora sat in her mirror, doing her makeup and putting on cute earrings. She rummages through her things till she finds her pink nail polish. She delicately paints her long nails with the quick-dry polish, as she has no time to waste with it having to dry. After that, she had Swiss help her put her boots on while she finished up. Swiss did so happily and put on his own matching pair after. After they were finished getting dressed, Aurora took just about a million photos of them.

 

Cumulus and Cirrus had gone a similar route as Aurora. They also watched the Barbie movie and decided to wear something from it, and Cirrus decided on the cute workout outfits. It was Cirrus’s idea, as she really just wanted to see Cumulus in a tight little body suit all night. And Cirrus opted to be Ken for the night, so they’d match and be super cute. They did each other's makeup, putting on bright neon makeup to match their costumes. Cumulus sat at the vanity as Cirrus helped brush her hair up into a slick, high ponytail. After she put the visor on over it, Cumulus turned to look at her, smiling. “How do I look?” Cirrus only squealed and covered her face in kisses. So cute! e! Cumulus giggled, hugging her.

 

 

The mountain was ready. He’d been working very, very hard on his costume for weeks. He was going as a deer, and he couldn’t be more excited. He had built realistic-looking deer legs to go over his own legs like pants. They had hooves and a little tail for the full work. For his top half, he opted for a fur jacket with a black shirt underneath. He let his horns show, as they were already very similar to deer. He sat down to do his makeup. He drew on a cute deer nose and used eyeliner to make his eyes more doe-like. Once satisfied, he admired his work and went to the den to wait.

 

 

Lastly, dew and rain Rain wanted them to match, but a few were stubborn. So while Rain was getting all pretty in their mermaid costume, Dew was busy pouting and working on his costume. He found a way to make the costume more fun for himself and made a fake fishing pole, attached a safety pin to the end, and went over and hooked it to Rain's leggings. ”I caught you,” he chuckled, thinking he was so clever. Rain glanced back to his pants, then to Dew, and let out an amused giggle, not realizing how much of a pain in the ass Dew was going to be all night with it. Rain ignored it for now and went back to putting on his makeup. Beautiful shimmering blues and greens covered his eyes and cheeks as he spread the thin glitter over them. He looks back at Dew. Does this look  good?"He nervously wrung his hands together; he’d never done his own makeup before and was worried. You look beautiful as ever,” he kissed him softly. “Let’s grab one of the girls, though, because you know I can’t do hair like they can,” he smiled, leading Rain to the girls room to finish up the look.

 

Once all the ghouls had finished getting ready in their costumes, they met back up in the den to wait for Copia.

 

At six, Copia arrived in the den in a very silly rat onesie, as he didn’t want to be cold all night.

 

Copia loaded up the ghouls into the car and drove them to a nearby neighborhood where they would be trick-or-treating for the next few hours.

 

Phantom was the most excited, bouncing on his toes and running up to the houses excitedly and impatiently, waiting for the others to catch up with him.

 

Soon, the four hours wore down. After many houses, many compliments on their costumes, and a few pictures, they tiredly walked back to the car, hitting a few more houses on the way back, their bags weighting heavily in their arms as they were heavily filled with all sorts of candy they'd never had before. The drive-back was quiet but filled with tiny pieces of content.

 

Once they arrived back at the ministry, they invited Copia back to their den to trade candy and settle down. Before they got there, they all went to their rooms to change into their most comfy Halloween pajamas and take off their makeup.

 

They made their way back to the den and waited on copia before spilling out their candy onto the floor. They happily traded and swapped candy to get ones they really liked. They put everything in their proper candy bags once they were done and crawled up onto the couch to begin a movie. Everyone snuggled up sweetly, purring contently, as a Halloween movie played in front of them. Their eyes became droopy as the night began to wind down. They all fell asleep curled up with each other entangled in one another’s arms, legs, and tails.

Happy Halloween 🎃

[ifanfictiondreamerworld]

The Ultimate Story the Beginnings Chapter 16-The Birth of the Friendly 5

Within the next several days, Misty, Bubbles, Ribbon and Peach got to know their new friend, Bow. They spent a lot of hours talking to her about each other as she talked about herself. They had a lot of fun talking to each other and spent a great deal of time getting to know each other better. They talked about everything that they have been through, including finding Misty and awakening her dormant powers, as well as telling her about Misty’s fairy and princess training. She was also comfortable enough to show Bow her secret transformation powers and told her to keep them a secret, with Bow gladly obliged. The 5 of them were soon becoming very close friends.

As Fox watched Misty and the girls mingle with one another, he felt happy for her. He continued watching them day by day. One day, they approached him. Misty: “Hi, Fox.” Fox: “Hey, Misty. What’s up?” Misty: “Well, the 5 of us have so much in common. We’re sweet.” Bubbles: “We’re friendly.” Ribbon: “We’re fun-loving.” Peach: “We’re courteous.” Bow: “And we’re full of surprises.” Misty: “We enjoy our time together so much that we decided to form a group together.” Fox: “Sounds great. So what are you going to call your group?” Misty: “Well, we have been trying to find a name that would confirm our common qualities. Since we all have friendly personalities, we have decided that we would call ourselves (with Bubbles, Ribbon, Peach and Bow) The Friendly 5.” Fox: “That’s great. I’m so glad to see that you girls are having so much fun.” Bubbles: “We are.” Ribbon: “We were able to find out so much about each other.” Peach: “Each of us have been through so much and we all want an opportunity to have some fun.” Fox: “You know what? I will support you girls with anything that you want to do.” Bubbles: “Sounds great.” Peach: “We knew that you would say that, so we want you to be the first ever Friendly 5 supporter.” Fox: “Really?” Misty: “Sure, you have been so encouraging towards me during my fairy and princess trainings. I would love it if you would become our supporter. You mean so much to me.” Fox: “Gee, thanks, Misty. But nothing would make me happier than to see you surround yourself with things that bring you so much joy.” Misty: “Aw, Fox.”

As they smiled at each other, Peach definitely began to notice something.

Later on, they talked to Fox about all of the wonderful things that they wanted to do together. They told him that they want to make people happy with their cheerfulness. They also loved to throw parties, which is something Fox thought was a wonderful idea. As they continued on, they showed him some dance moves they did together. They also planned on singing as a group, which he was all for. He felt that the girls deserved to have some fun, especially Misty, who has been very busy with her training. He knew very little about singing and dancing, but is more than willing to help them out however he could. He helped a lot with building their confidence, telling them that what they are doing is great. He feels that one day, they will become great crowd pleasers.

However, not everyone is impressed by the Friendly 5. Buttercup stood by and watched all of it, sick to her stomach. She was not a huge fan of everything that they represent. Buttercup: “Ugh, how corny.”

Falco wasn’t completely thrilled by it, either. Falco: “I know, I can’t believe Fox is actually into this.” Buttercup: “Looks as if your “fearless leader” is all over her and everything that she does.” Falco: “I know, ever since they first met, he’s been following her, like some sort of…” Buttercup: “Lovesick lapdog?” Falco: “I…wouldn’t use those words but I see where you’re going on this.” Blossom: “I don’t know.”

Blossom and Peppy appeared right next to them. Blossom: “They seem pretty happy.” Peppy: “Yes, in fact, this is the happiest I have ever seen Fox.” Buttercup: “He’s hardly ever this happy?” Falco: “Not since he parted with that friend of his. He hardly ever talks about who this friend of his is.”

Lisa and Maggie also observed them. She felt sad for what Fox has been going through and guilty that she still could not find the friend of Fox’s they were talking about. Maggie: “Lisa?” Lisa: “I hope we’re able to find her. I know Misty will succeed in ways I have failed.” Maggie: “You still don’t know where she?”

Lisa paused for a minute. Lisa: “All I know is she can be found on Earth.”