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small flame.

Boyfriend Series; Vernon/Hansol

- you’re his two-teens
- for your first date, hansol takes you to the arcade
- you both play a bunch of games to get as many tickets as possible so that you can trade them for something cool at the counter
- you both ended up spending the tickets on candies and little gifts for the other members. hansol suggested the latter and it makes you smile seeing how much he loves them all
- before leaving the arcade, hansol wins a stuffed bear from a crane game for you
- you exclaim “thank you, hansol!!” when he hands it to you and you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek
- but hansol thinks you’re going for his lips, so in a moment of panic, he leans forward and surprises you by kissing you first
- despite the noise, it’s all just perfect, and that is how you both share your first kiss
- you eventually tell him you were going for a kiss on the cheek, and you laugh as you watch his whole face heat up
- you name the stuffed bear hansol because “it looks like him”
- after telling him this, he makes the exact same facial expression as the bear and says “i don’t see it” and you’re just like you fricking meme
- most of your dates are fun and competitive like laser tag, bowling and mini golf
- hansol always says “loser pays for dinner” but let’s be real, he stills pays even if you lost LOL
- “hansol i lost i can pay lol” “oh whoops my card slipped and i accidentally paid for everything”
- you always quote his videos from his pre-debut days and he’s always just so done with you
- “kidney function isn’t a right. it’s a privilege.” “……i am a changed man. can we not bring up the past”
- he gets embarrassed when calling you cute nicknames like babe
- accidentally called you “ice ice baby” once and it became an inside joke between you two so he calls you that when he’s teasing you
- your contact name on his phone is “sweet potato”
- you both have matching BEANIES and you wear it all four seasons
- he loves surprise kisses on the cheek!!! whether it’s giving them or receiving them
- he can’t control his blush when he sees you embarrassed because he finds it too cute how you cover your face with your hands
- you’re always the one who initiates skinship, but when he does…. CHERISH IT
- hand-holding is as far as it goes…… but he does like cuddling, and in those rare moments it happens, he holds you close to his chest while your legs are tangled together
- likes to send you pictures of EVERYTHING from pretty landscapes to ugly blurry pictures of the other members
- the other members like to tease you both when you’re together and hansol just apologizes to you like “sorry about these kids, they’re always like this”
- and you’re just like LOL YOU’RE ONE OF THE YOUNGEST HANSOL WHAT ARE YOU SAYING
- you both have tons of inside jokes and whenever one of you say one, you both laugh silently while clapping your hands like seals
- tickle fights and he always loses because he’s so ticklish
- you both bake chocolate cakes together and smear icing all over each other’s faces
- loves watching movies with you, whether it’s watching old movies at the dorm or going to the cinema
- you both like to make this huge pillow fort at the dorm and watch movies together inside of it
- the other members always try to butt in, they once all tried to fit inside the fort and it ended up falling apart and hansol gave them all the cold shoulder for two days straight
- he lets you borrow his headphones so that you can listen to his music during long train rides
- he lends you his jacket and/or mittens when it’s cold outside
- he lends you his baseball cap when he sees you keep covering your face with your hand because of the bright sun
- he lends you his clothes because he likes seeing you wear them
- he just lends you a bunch of his things all the time
- likes lying his head on your lap while you play with his hair, finds it comfortable when he wants to take a quick nap
- you’re in love with his sleepy voice, you usually hear these when you see him after a long day or after he wakes up from a nap and you just
- hansol how dare you
- he gets really shy when complimenting you, it’s charming tbh
- he surprisingly gets really jealous and stingy, especially when another member is involved or when he catches someone staring at you
- when it’s one of the members, it’s nothing bigger than a pout or a cold shoulder
- but when it’s a stranger, he doesn’t say a thing but just sticks to your side and gets super protective, like he wants to be with you at all times to keep them away from you
- “don’t go around looking so pretty….” “what” “what”
- your phone backgrounds are always horrid pictures of each other, whether they’re ugly faces or blurry disasters
- but it makes hansol’s day and it makes your day, so neither of you ever want to change it
- hansol’s i love you’s are quick and quiet, and not often said because he fears that if he says it too often, it’ll lose its sincerity
- but you always hear them and when you do, it makes you unbelievably happy because you love him just as much
- “(name)?”
- “yes?”
- “…..iloveyou.”
- “(laughs) i love you too, hansol.”

This is the perfectly preserved head of Diogo Alves, a serial killer from the 18th century. Alves would throw people off the Águas Livres Aqueduct in Lisbon, Portugal. Due to the area being a popular suicide jump site, nobody is sure how many people he truly killed. 

Remember the Time - Chapter 3/?

A huge shout-out to Susi for all the Italian translations featured within this story. I’d be stuck with Google Translate if it weren’t for her. Thank you so much.

“Nobody’s going to give us a room. Not at this hour, and definitely not in this season. It’s like everyone decided to come to Italy this year.” Darren commented.

Chris couldn’t seem to get any data on his phone, not even to search up some decent hotels. So he kept looking around for signs that said: “camere libere” or something similar.

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If you are muslims that are hating on evak and the people talking about evak, then I am really disappointed in you. We muslims are not supposed to be like this. We are not supposed to be hateful. We are supposed to be the ones that do not judge.

A majority of the skams international fandom exists because of season 3. So obviously there is a sentimental value attached to isak and even.

And honestly, yes we are getting muslim representation, but, just because we relate to Sana does not mean everyone relates to Sana. And they dont have any obligation to talk about Sana. Their blog, their opinions. They’ll talk about what they talk about. It does not take away from the clip. It does not take away from Sana.

So just stop being so hateful. You are embarassing. And, if you are muslims, you are painting such a horrid picture of islam to people. Hateful, judgemental and just downright toxic.

And if you’re not muslims, stop talking about what you don’t know.

And stop reducing Even and Isak to just “two gay white boys”. They are more than that. They are representation for homosexuals and mentally ill people just like Sana Is representation for us muslims. It is hurtful to people when you do that. You are reducing this important thing people relate to so much, something that gives people so much strength, something that people wants to achieve into nothing. Its absolutely disgusting.

Just because we are people of colour, and just because whites get previlages, does not give us any right to act like assholes towards them.

A Picture and a Story about a DnD/Pathfinder character of mine.

So the following is a sweet commission done by @winters-shade. After the picture is a random short story about the two characters and how they first met. To clarify, Dionaea is a summoner who was a fetchling (in the story she’s referred to as a darkling). She lived with her Shae father in the Shadow Plane rather than the material world for a great portion of her life. This story takes place when she’s about 7 or 8.

Woebringer lay unmoving, as he did most days. The moonlit sky barely illuminated the foremost passage of his massive cavern dwelling, but it was the darkness he prefered. Most creatures of the Nightveil prefered the dark. Came with living in a plane where things like suns were a legend brought from across the veil in Terra. In either case, even the pale moonlight that shone down over the lands was too bright to bother with.

He stared lazily out into the meadow before his lair. Water trickled down from a nearby cliffside until cascading in a full waterfall. The white-barked trees with purples leaves swayed in the midnight breeze. It was always midnight here. Always quiet. Few creatures of the Nightveil dared venture into his lands. It was well known that he hunted the other nightmares that thrived in the dark.

The noise of a stone skipping across water caught his attention. It was out of place in his placid world. He glided forward, swimming on the air itself and peered into his meadow with thirteen shimmering red eyes.

He blinked. Surely his ancient mind was playing tricks on him. Another stone splashed into the waters of the small lake his waterfall poured into. No, she was certainly there.

Standing next to the water was a young girl as pale as the moonlight that washed over the Nightveil. Her hair shone metallic silver, and when she turned to face him, her deep violet eyes stood stark against the rest of her. She was a darkling, one of the humanoid beings that lived in the small cloister to the south of his lair. He did not know a single thing about the ages of darklings, but she must have been very young to be so small. Not even a worthy snack.

He slid out from his cavern into the clearing while she watched him. In some worlds, he might have been called a shark, a fierce ocean hunter. During his perishingly short visits to worlds beyond his own, he had seen such creatures. They were predators. The rulers of their lands. He found the comparison apt enough.

Unlike the sharks that inhabited the seas of the world beyond, he bore thirteen eyes and no gills. His hide was black as the void and wisps of shadow rolled off him in waves as he glided through the air. He coiled around her, bending his fins down to lightly touch the ground. He must have seemed a massive monster to the youngling. She was barely over a meter in height and he more than a hundred times that in length. His tail flicked at the night air as he pulled free of the cave, his bulk taking up most of the meadow.

The girl-child did not flinch, she merely stared into his eyes as if she had been waiting for his arrival.

“Why have you come into my domain?” he asked, surprised to find himself genuinely curious. He rarely bothered hunting or eating the darklings from the south for they were small and bony, but he thought their legends of his presence more than enough to keep them away.

“I was bored,” she said. The rock she held in her hand tumbled to the ground. She walked over to his head until was a mere meter from his jaws.

“It seems an ill reason to wander to your death.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You aren’t going to kill me. If you were, you’d have eaten me already.”

“Perhaps I enjoy playing with my prey,” he growled.

The ends of her mouth pulled up, an expression unknown to him. She was taunting him, standing so close to his maw.

“What are you called?” she asked.

Faster than naturally possible, his jaws were around her. His teeth brushed her skin and shadows from his throat curled surrounded her. Again, she did not move.

He withdrew, thoughtful. “Woebringer is what I have been named by the creatures I hunt and the Night Lords that call for my assistance.”

“That’s a rather dour name, don’t you think?”

He blinked his thirteen eyes once again. What was it about this girl-child that enthralled him. Her fearlessness?

“You do not fear me,” he said.

“Of course I do. You’re the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.” She was sincere in the way that children often are.

“You hide it well.”

“Fear is important, but superfluous. That’s what my daddy says, so I ignore it.”

“I think your…daddy, would be upset to know that you’re here.”

“I told him I was bored and he said to go play. If he wanted me to stay around his castle he would have said so, right?”

He didn’t answer, though he believed she was asking him the question in truth.

“Can I call you something else?”

“Pardon?”

“A different name. I don’t like Woebringer.”

“It was merely a name given me.”

“Then I’ll call you Wobbe.”

“Wobbe…” his voice echoed through the meadow. “What does it mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothingness?”

“No, silly, it doesn’t have a meaning. I made it up.”

“I…see.”

“I’m Dionaea.”

“Like the murderous plants?”

Her lips pulled back revealing her teeth this time. Here was an expression he was familiar with. Part joy, part threat.

Wobbe’s laugh shook the cliffsides. “And you claimed my name to be dour.”

“Will you play with me, Wobbe?” Dionaea asked.

He glanced up at the ever-present moon hanging in the sky then back down at the crazy child. She had made him laugh. He hadn’t laughed in centuries, of that he was sure.

“Very well, but you will have to show me how.”

She showed her teeth once more and in return he showed her his, every gleaming row.

vinegardoppio replied to your post:The Vento Aureo situation makes me sad because…

thank you i literally ranted about this like last month or so also what mistranslations were you thinking of? i wanna talk about this. giorno is fucking fascinating and must be protected at all costs

I could rant about this every time I see someone dissing the story for a translation issue, really, but then i’d never shut up and people who be throwing things at me.
I was specifically thinking of that scene after the train fight, where they are all inside Coco Jumbo and Trish is so mad she literally has the Go Go Go sound effect around her and Fugo and Abbacchio are looking at her hiding behind a magazine (another thing the terrible visual quality of the scans didnt show: they are not reading the magazine, they are staring at Trish in fear from behind it. Abbacchio is literally trying to become one with the couch and it’s the funniest thing) and–actually I found a thing I did for my friends to illustrate it

The font on the second picture is horrid, I’m sorry, but it gets the idea across. The second picture was translated to English from the official French translation - it is a bit wonky since I did it quickly to showcase the difference in meaning: in the scans, Narancia puts the blame on Trish for her own bad mood, while in the official translation, he wonders what the hell Bruno could have told her to make her mad (also notice the “again” which is a fun little detail suggeting Bruno puts his foot in his mouth when talking to Trish and makes her mad on a regular basis behind the scenes)

The other scene I had in mind was the elevator scene where after Trish expresses her doubts (“Will I like my father?”), in the scans Bruno sounds almost like he’s snapping at her when he replies “no daughter should have such thoughts” or something along those lines. Whereas in the official translation, Trish doesn’t wonder if SHE will like her father but “will… will my father like me?” and Bruno replies with a still stern (because he is the son of a rugged Napolitan fisherman) but still way more sympathetic “no child should ever have to doubt their parents’ love” - which makes sense given the relationship he had with his own father and makes what happens next all the more heartbreaking.

And look at me writing a novel to reply to a comment on my post. You guys needs to physically stop me from talking about Vento Aureo all day, I swear

weakness

Originally posted by vmingels

◇ Love isn’t weakness - it’s strength.

◇ Lay x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ i really have a thing for protective vampire yixing. Fight me. Also i just reached 600 followers I’m so grateful and thankful to all of you!! ♡

•••

Yixing had thought he had seen the last of the vampires that had threatened you. Or, at least their clan - those specific vampires had been thrown into the Courtyard and would never be seen again.

However, it seemed as if being EXO’s lead fighter had gained him a number of enemies, and their clan had a similar plan to them - threaten Yixing’s weakness to make him and EXO surrender. Really, you’d think people would catch on by now that EXO - and their mates, for that matter - weren’t to be messed with.

“We all know by now,” the clan leader drawled, as if he was bored - Yixing ensured that he wouldn’t be bored by the end of this little meeting- “That every vampire has a weakness, Yixing.”

Yixing raises an eyebrow, strolling slowly around the ballroom of the mansion that previously belonged to EXO, but had been taken over in their absence. He was busy trying to reclaim the land the mansion resided on but this particular clan was like an infestation.“Your point?”

“A weakness means that you can be defeated,” the man smiles coldly, the walking stick in his hand tapping against the floor rhythmically as he strides slowly around the room, inspecting the various paintings hanging on the wall. Yixing lets out a short and humorless laugh, shaking his head gently to himself. When were people going to realize that having a mate wasn’t a weakness?

“I can assure you,” Yixing nods, a charming smile appearing on his face that sends chills of fear up anyone’s spine, “You won’t be coming in contact with my ‘weakness’ any time soon.”

The man laughs. Yixing fights the urge to pull out his spine from his throat. “That’s where you’re wrong, Zhang Yixing.”

It seems as if Yixing’s charming personality takes a complete 180 as he hears the threat escape the man’s mouth. Eyes darknening, he spins on his heels, jaw clenching tightly as he approaches the man slowly. “I hope that wasn’t a threat towards my mate, Jinyoung.”

The older man hides a gulp, keeping his cool facade painted over his face. “And if it was?”

Yixing tilts his head to the side. “Well then, you should say goodbye to your family as soon as possible. You won’t see much of them in the Courtyard.”

•••

“I-I thought I was safe here,” you frowned, folding your arms and peering up at Yixing. The vampire in question sighs, undoing the buttons of his shirt, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “You said I’d be safe here…”

“And you are, princess,” he lets a tiny smile grace his face as he turns away from the mirror, stepping forward to stand in front of you. He tilts your chin up with his finger, making you meet his loving eyes. “It’s just - you know I don’t like taking chances with your safety, my love.”

“Where will I go, then?” You question, eyebrows knitting together, “If here isn’t safe, then where is? I thought I was safest with you.”

Yixing sighs again, deeper and more tired as he drops to his knees in front of you, arms winding around your waist to pull you closer. “You will always be safest with me, my love,” he whispers, “But when I’m on the front lines fighting, I can’t leave you with the other girls alone in this house. You already know what happened to Sehun’s mate.”

You let your eyes shut slowly, thoughts running through your mind. Yixing would be fighting on the front lines, as usual, and he would normally let you stay in the house with the other mates while he was away. But now, something had stirred his caution and he wanted to move you somewhere safer, and he wouldn’t tell you why.

“Why me?” You ask in frustration, “The other girls are allowed to stay here, but I can’t? Something - something happened, didn’t it? Someone said something about me - what did they say?”

It’s silent for a moment as you scope Yixing’s reaction for answers, waiting for him to say something, anything. He only shakes his head gently, leaning in to peck your lips lovingly. “Nothing you have to worry about, my love.”

And he stands up and continues what he was doing before, leaving you with your confused thoughts.

•••

The bedroom you’re staying in is cold. Yixing had brought you to one of his most trusted friends, a warlock who lived in the heart of the city, and had told you that you would stay there until Yixing came to collect you.

His friend had given you a bedroom and had told you that he had work to do, and that was that. You were left to peer out the window of the room, the rain and stormy weather not seeming to hinder the bustling streets, talking and laughing and car horns honking keeping you awake.

You hated this. You hated Yixing going off to fight. You didn’t doubt his power, not one bit, but there was always a part of you that was scared that it would be Suho coming to collect you, apologies on his face and sadness in his heart. A part of you always kept the possibilty of Yixing dying in the back of your mind, and you hated it. It made you anxious, unable to sleep and unable to eat sometimes, too.

A few hours after you had arrived at the warlock’s house, when night had fallen like an inky black blanket over the sky, you decided that the least you could do was sleep to rid yourself of your worries. You seem to find everything that’s wrong with anything as you slip under the scratchy duvet - it’s too cold, the duvet is scratchy and the sheets are too thin, the bed is hard and the pillows are stiff… You know you’re only trying to find excuses for not being able to sleep, because the main reason is painful for you to think about, and you know you’d rather be back home, wrapped in Yixing’s protective embrace.

You don’t know when you fall asleep, but suddenly reality fades to dreams. Or, nightmares, more like.

You regret your decision to sleep - you should’ve tried to stay up, because even feeling so tired you can barely move would be better than the horrid pictures your mind was painting.

Yixing, fighting for his life against another clan. A hand shoots through his chest, covered in ruby blood, and suddenly he’s collapsed to the ground, body turning grey as he starts to decompose. Your heart beats erratically at the sight, fingers clenching fabric desperately as you scream - “Yixing? Yixing!” Yixing, chained to a wall, beaten and bloody, his head bowed in defeat. A faceless person nears him, jeering as he arches his hand above his head, wooden stake in his grasp-

“_____! Wake up!” With a strangled gasp, you’re flung from your dreams and into reality, the plain ceiling staring back at you. Your chest is heaving wildly, your cheeks wet with tears and your throat is scratchy and sore - a dark sadness weighs heavily in your chest, making your tears run harder, and suddenly you’re in someone’s arms.

“Calm down,” Yixing coos, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly, “You’re okay… You’re okay…”

“You were - there was a person and they were h-hurting you,” you sob, screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the images that just wouldn’t leave your mind. “They were going to kill you, Yixing-”

You break off, burying your head deeper into his chest and feeling a certain lightness in your heart as you realise that the dream wasn’t real, Yixing was here, his arms wrapped around you, and you had nothing to worry about.

“I’m right here, my love,” he whispers, setting his chin on the top of your head as he begins to rock you back and forth, calming your nerves with just a few whispered sweet nothings and forehead kisses. “I’m right here, and I won’t leave you.”

“I was scared,” you whimper, “that you wouldn’t come back. I was scared that you would get hurt, and I’d never see you again…”

“I’d always come back for you,” Yixing murmurs gently, “Always. Nothing would keep me from you - not even death, my love.” His words instill a feeling of pure love into you, making your arms tighten around his torso.

He stays there with you for the next few minutes, rocking you back and forth and wiping your tears away until your fears have been banishes and your sadness has been locked away. And he smiles, brushing hair away from your face and kissing your forehead with such gentleness you wonder if the Yixing everybody else saw, with his dangerous fangs and fighting and arrogance, was just a myth, his voice whispering in your ear;

“Let’s go home, my love.”

Eyes in the Photo

“When did you take this one, mommy?”

The youngest of the Bennett-Mikaelson children sat on her daddy’s favorite comfy green chair as she looked through her mother’s photos. She loved looking through her mommy’s pictures. The Bennett witch rarely does it now but when she does, she always brought her little sweet pea along.

Bonnie turned her head from her camera and instantly smiled at the black and white photo her daughter held out to her.

“That’s an old one. I’ve taken that way before I had any of you.” She leaned down over Aurora to look at the picture. “Your daddy had this sudden urge to have adventure.”

Aurora looked up at her mommy puzzled. “Why?”

Bonnie shrugged. “Just because.” She slid behind her daughter and sat her on her lap. “We didn’t really have responsibilities then. We traveled a lot. Your father took me to so many places around the world. Places I never imagined I would get to see. Beautiful places.”

“Where was this taken?”

“That was taken in Siena, Italy.” Bonnie leaned back in the chair letting her memories swarm her. “Daddy just got finished buying this painting he wanted for a long time.”

“Is it a part of his special collection?”

“Mhmm. Right in his study downstairs. Ask daddy to show it to you later.” The little girl nodded her head. “After he got the painting, we were going through the markets. I remember it being so lively. People were everywhere. Across from the markets farther away, there were bakeries, floral shops, and some restaurants. A lot of places. Right next to this one restaurant, I forgot the name, there was a live band in this square. The locals would sing and dance while others gathered around watching them.”

“Did you dance, mommy?”

Bonnie nodded her head. “I did.”

“Did daddy dance too?”

“Nope.” Both mother and daughter frowned. “Daddy just watched.”

“Party pooper.”

“Pooper indeed.” Bonnie kissed Aurora’s dimpled cheek causing the four year old to giggle. “Daddy doesn’t dance. He knows how, he just don’t like to. Complete opposite from your Uncle Elijah.”

“Uncle ‘Lijah loves to dance, especially with me and Aunt Gigi.”
Aurora stared back down at the picture of her father. “He looks handsome.”

“Very.” Bonnie leaned over Aurora shoulder to stare at her husband’s eyes. Even through a photo the man had a way to grab onto her soul. “I loved that morning.” She whispered. “The sun was out. There was a nice breeze…” Bonnie shook her head as she bit her bottom lip. Her finger ran lightly over Klaus’ face. “Everything… Everything about that day was magical.”

Aurora’s attention was pulled away from the photo when she heard her mother’s soft voice. Her sapphire eyes stared at emerald ones moving steadily over the picture. The little Bennett-Mikaelson could tell her mommy was remembering something, something important. It was an copious amount of moments on that particular day her mother cherished greatly. And as she remembered, Aurora could see the look her mommy gives everytime she sees her daddy.

“It was just fantastic.” Bonnie sniffed then grinned down at her daughter.

“So when did you take the picture?”

“We were walking through the back streets. It was away from the crowd but we could still hear the music playing. It was just muffled.” Bonnie hummed the tune rocking back and forth. “Run away with me in the moonlight.” She sung softly. “Run away with me tonight. Run away with me and hold me tight.”

Aurora loved when her mother sing, especially to her. “I like it.”

“I do too.“Bonnie cleared her throat before she continued. “Anyway, I saw someone selling jewlery. I went to buy some while daddy waited for me across the street. I was coming back to him to finish our walk and then…I froze.”

Aurora pinched her eyebrows together. “Why?”

“You know I can’t really explain it.” The Bennett-Mikaelson witch chuckled lightly. “He was leaning against the backdoor of this old antique shop looking at something or thinking of something.” Her eyes glazed over reminiscing that exact moment. “Whatever it was, he was completely at peace. He was…” Bonnie huffed and sucked her teeth feeling flustered with herself that she couldn’t find the right words. “I can’t tell you how it was in words because…I just can’t explain it.” She finally gave up.

Aurora turned from her mother to the photo in her hands trying to see what her mother was seeing.

“All I knew was I had to capture this because I knew I won’t be able to see it again for a long while.” Bonnie pulled her daughter more to her and leaned her cheek on Aurora’s chocolate curls. “So, I grabbed my camera ready to take it. Soon as I was about to click away, your father turned to me and my heart just stopped.”

Warmth and love filled her heart as the words continued to pour out of her. “I was breathless. Absolutely breathless.” Bonnie rubbed her thumb over Klaus’ face. “Though his face was stoic and ready, his eyes were still unguarded. They still held that contentment he had from before. And I snapped the picture.” Bonnie kissed the top of Aurora’s head. “Though you can barely see how soft his eyes were, it’s there if you look closely. It’s my favorite picture out of all the pictures I’ve taken. You know how daddy hates taking pictures.”

“Then what happened?” Aurora questioned not wanting the story to end.

“Then he walked over to me, took my camera and placed it in my bag, he kissed me gently on my lips then took my hand into his and we danced.”

Aurora turned fully to her mommy wrapping her arms around her neck excited to hear more. “You were dancing?”

“We danced in the middle of the street.”

“Was daddy a good dancer, mommy?”

“I was a great dancer.” Klaus entered the room walking towards them. “Superb even.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “He was alright.”

Klaus placed a hand over his heart. “You hurt me, love.” When stood in front of his two favorite girls, he kissed his daughter and wife hello. He was about to move away until he caught the black and white photo of him being held tightly in his daughter’s hand. “Bonnie, I told you to get rid of that horrid picture.”

“And I told you no.” Bonnie batted back.

Klaus pouted. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“I don’t know why. I’m not getting rid of that photo, Nik.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“We will.”

“Anyway,” Klaus turned away from his irritating beautiful wife to the bundle in her arms. “Hayley is downstairs with Oliver. She wanted to take you to the swa-”

“Nik -” Bonnie warned.

“- a fine outing.” Klaus corrected himself. “Lucas and Henrik are with Hope. They wanted to have a late lunch together. Hayley wants you to come along.”

“Mommy can I?” Aurora turned to Bonnie with her big eyes filled with hope.

“Of course you can.” Bonnie kissed cheeks before letting her little girl go. “Make sure you bring your backpack with you and bring your little napkins for your nose.” Bonnie called after her daughter as she sprint down the hall and stairs to meet her godmother and god brother. “And make sure you wear your jean jacket!” Mother and father chuckled hearing a long sigh and little footsteps coming back up the steps.

When she heard the group downstairs say their goodbyes and door close, only then the couple of twenty years glared meanly at each other.

“Burn the picture.”

“No.”

Outside the Bennett-Mikaelson Tudors home, Hayley was walking hand and hand with her munchkins to her truck.

“So here’s the deal, I need to do a little shopping before we go to the park. We go to the park, then meet up with Jackson to meet with Hope and the boys for lunch at the cottage, then later movies and ice cream. How does that sound?”

“Ice cream first.” Ollie jumped beside his mother.

“No. Ice cream comes later.” Hayley opened the car door. “Get in, pup.” Oliver hopped in and sat in his car seat to be buckled in.

Aurora went to step in the truck but stopped remembering something. “Can I get something from the house?”

“Hurry up, Little Bit. We got to go.”

Aurora ran back in the house as fast as her little feet could carry her and hurried up the steps to her parents room. She wanted to show Ollie the picture of her daddy.

When Aurora came to her mommy and daddy’s room she did not enter. In front of the little Bennett-Mikaelson her parents were dancing in the middle of the floor. Her mother’s head was lying in the crook of her father’s neck with her arms wound tightly around her husband’s waist. Her father swayed them slowly back and forth humming the same song she heard moments ago from her mommy.

“Run away with me in the moonlight…run away with me tonight…”

Aurora didn’t know how long she was watching them but hearing her godmother call for her got her attention. She caught sight of the picture on the green cushion chair. Quietly she grabbed the picture as her parents continued swaying to father’s soft raspy voice serenading his little witch.

Before turning away to leave, she caught Klaus giving a half sleeping Bonnie a kiss on her forehead whispering words the little girl didn’t understand.

However, what she did understand was that her mommy and daddy loved each other.

Aurora giggled at the thought. “Very much.”


- I was taking a break from writing and seen this picture of Joseph Morgan and instantly felt inspired to do a little Tumblr mini one-shot for my klonnie fanfic Just Ours 😉😊 -

DAE compose music in their sleep sometimes? Like a few weeks ago I accidently dreamt up this horrid song called Pictures of Cats, which was about the narrator trying to distract his gf from wanting to have sex, because he found her repulsive, but they had legitimately nothing in common so all he could think of was cat-related content. Idk why he didn’t just break it off, I think he was like super afraid of confrontation or something. Anyway he was very bored of cats bc it had been like months of this. The song is actually really obnoxious, like if it were ever actually performed I’d have to put it on the main blog but I still can’t get it out of my head it’s stuck send help pls