so yeah when i was in nola this time i went by this place

It’s a good night

Pairing: Chris LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1852  (lol this was supposed to be drabble like)

Warning: Fluffy stuffz

You had done it and you were so excited that you were going to burst.  The move from Tampa to New Orleans had been a huge change for you but you did it.  As you danced around the newly unpacked living room, a knock sounded from the front door drawing your attention.  You laughed as you saw your new landlord standing there.

“Afternoon, Loretta! What can I do for you?”  There was a bright smile lightening your face as you leaned on the door.  Loretta held out a gift basket for you.

“I wanted to make sure you were settling in alright and know that I am glad you are here.”  With one hand you took and basket and the other you hugged the woman.

“Loretta you are the best. Thank you so much.  Come on in.  Don’t mind the mess though.  I still have a few boxes that I have to get upstairs.”  She followed you inside looking around the front hall and living room.

“Mess?  This looks wonderful.  You have made a lot of progress in just two days.  I hope you are taking a break too.  Get some time in for yourself before you start work.” Laughing you moved to set the basket on the coffee table.

“You sound like my mother. Yes, ma’am.  I was hoping to go look around down town tonight for a little while.  Any suggestions on where to go?”  

“Oh my dear you are in for a treat then.  My good friend Dwayne owns a bar in that area.  He is playing piano tonight with some of the jazz boys.  It’s a mighty fine show.  You should come on down and join me for a bit.”  The excitement welled up further in your belly.

“Oh Loretta that sounds great.  Should I dress up or anything?”  Loretta shook her head with her signature smile.

“Just wear something comfortable.  It’s not a fancy place.  Though you may see a good looking man or two.”  She winked at you as she headed towards the door.  “I will see you tonight, my dear.  It usually starts getting busy ‘round nine so I will make sure to save you a seat.”

“I will be there! See you tonight.”  Loretta left and you started dancing like a mad woman around the living room again. New Orleans was getting better by the day.

You twirled in front of the mirror making sure your sundress looked good from all angles.  When you felt satisfied, you brushed your [Y/H/C] hair, slipping on a headband.  The basic flat sandals completed your look.  It was comfortable to sit and enjoy the music and cute enough to make you feel good about yourself.  The scenery from the back of the cab made you smile.  All the lights of the city and the happy people on the sidewalks and streets. The bar was not difficult to find. Loretta was right when she said that the place started picking up around nine.  The music had people up and dancing as you made your way to the bar. You saw Loretta before she saw you. She was sipping something with an umbrella as she watched the entertainment.  Laying a hand on her shoulder you took a seat on the empty stool next to her.

“You were right, they sound great!”  Loretta turned, grinning at you.

“So glad you made it, my dear.  Get a drink; their next song will be coming up.”  You motioned to the bartender for a beer.  By the time you had finished half of the bottle a good-looking guy walked by you, stopping to hug Loretta.

“Evening Loretta.  Did I miss anything?”  The man made a similar gesture, as you had to order a beer.

“Only a couple songs, Christopher.  Dwayne is on fire tonight.”  You smiled at the exchange finishing off the bottle and setting it on the counter. Turning your back on the bar, you leaned against it.  Loretta nudged you with her elbow.  “[Y/N], this is Christopher.  One of the finest NCIS agents in NOLA.  Christopher this is my tenant and newest New Orleans resident, [Y/N].”  Smiling wide you extended your hand out towards him to shake.  Chris did the same.  His hand very warm in yours.

“Mighty fine ta meet ya, [Y/N].  Just call me Chris.”  You nodded to him, a bright smile plastered on your face.

“Nice to me you too Chris. You two work together?”  He took his beer from the bar moving to sit on the other side of you.  Loretta took notice immediately with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, we been working together a few years now.  We are like family.  What brought ya ta New Orleans?” The two of you talked for well over an hour before you realized that Loretta was no longer sitting beside you.  She had moved herself to a table across the room with Percy so they could watch not only the entertainment but also the sparks flying between you and Chris.  The pair had a bet going on how long before Chris asked for your phone number.  Percy said he would wait until the end of the night. Loretta disagreed and said it would be before midnight.  You and Chris seemed to be enjoying yourselves very much.  Chris pulled out his phone not long after leaning over to put your number in it.  Percy groaned loud passing a five-dollar bill to Loretta.

“I told you.  Look at them.  There is something special right there.  Just wait and see, we will be at their wedding someday.”  Percy rolled her eyes as she sipped at her beer.

“Yeah we’ll see.  You know how LaSalle is with the ladies.”  Loretta gave her a stern look before refocusing on you and Chris.

Chris was easy to talk with. Your second beer was still full as it sat on the bar.  The two of you had been discussing the sights of the town and all the places you needed to try once you were settled.

“I am going to gain a hundred pounds living in this city I think.  All this stuff sounds so good.  Please tell me there are beautiful places to go walking so I can work off those beignets you were telling me about.  I will probably eat those every day.”  You laughed though it was lost in noise of the bar.  It had only grown worse in the last thirty minutes.

“There are a few good places to walk or run.  Maybe I could show you sometime.”  Chris suggested before he downed another water.  He had decided against more than one beer, in hopes he would be able to drive you home after hearing you had taken a cab downtown.  You grinned at him.

“I would love that.  Mind if we go outside now, though?  The noise is getting to be a bit much in here for me.” Chris nodded setting the water glass on the counter.

“Come on Sugar belle, there is a few tables outside we can try.”  Your cheeks flushed at the name as Chris held his arm out for you.  Glancing over at Loretta across the room, she motioned for you to go with him.  If Loretta was encouraging you to go, Chris must be a good guy.  You looped your arm through his and the two of you walked outside into the cooler evening air.

“Oh that is so much better. I can hear myself think again. Thank you.”  You flashed him another bright smile.  Those smiles appeared so easily around him tonight.  His own face lit up as he pulled out the closest chair for you to sit.  It had been ages since anyone had the manners to do that for you.  Who was this wonderful guy?

“I’m glad ya feelin’ better. It does feel good out here tonight. I’m glad we got outta there.” Leaning back in the chair you looked around the walkway and the street watching all the people pass by.

“This place is so alive. I am so glad I have a chance to live here and enjoy it all.”  Chris hadn’t taken his eyes off you since the pair of you had moved locations.  His enjoyment right now consisted of watching your enjoyment.

“This is a great place ta live.  Ah love it.” When you looked back at him, the expression on his face made you blush.  You were starting to like this guy a lot.  It was exciting and scary all at the same time.  So much changing for you now.  For another two hours, you and Chris continued with the easy conversation. It was almost two in the morning when you looked at your watch.

“Oh my God.  I can’t believe how late it is.  We have been talking for four hours Chris.  I have to get home.  I still have a ton of unpacking to do before work next week.” You stood up gathering your purse and phone.  Chris stood up with you not wanting the night to end.

“Ah know ya took a cab here, but Ah can take ya home if ya want.  That way you aren’t wastin’ the money.”  With a nod and a grin, you agreed.

“The money wasn’t anything to worry about but I like that I can spend a bit more time with you.”  Now it was Chris’s turn to blush.  He looked even cuter as he tried to hide it by looking down at the ground.

“Come on Chris, which way to your vehicle?”  Holding out your hand to him, you waited for him to take it.  You could tell he was surprised for a moment then he took your hand in his and walked off towards his truck.  The ride back to your house went entirely took fast in your opinion. There was not enough time with Chris but you took what you could.  As the truck pulled up to the house, he told you not to get out yet.  He ran around your side and opened the door for you, helping you down out of the cab.  

“When you are out with me expect to have doors opened for ya.  You deserve it.”  Grinning like a crazy person, you leaned against the truck.

“So does that mean I can expect to go out with you again?”  Chris laughed nervously as he stood before you.

“Ahm hoping so.  Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?  Ah want to see ya again, [Y/N].”  Your hand squeezed his forearm.

“Pick me up at six tomorrow. I will be ready and waiting for you.” If he could have jumped up and down with excitement, he would have.  Instead, Chris beamed at you.  

“Ah will be here own time Ah swear it.  Now get in the house before Ah keep you out here all night talkin.”  You laughed leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly.

“Okay fine.  I will see you tomorrow, Christopher.”  He watched you walk in the house and close the door, making sure you had turned on the lights before he got in his truck headed home.

“Damn, it’s a good night.”

 @bolontiku  @aquabrie  @feelmyroarrrr

Ordinary Girl 


Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Summary: Could you do an imagine with Klaus where he has fallen for a local girl (NOLA) and maybe she stay away from supernatural drama and any drama at all? Maybe Hayley doesn’t like her, seeing her as selfish and rude but Freya and Rebekah want to get to know her, wishing they could make her a part of their family then something happens putting someone in danger and the reader turns into a bad-ass and you can take it from there

Moving to New Orleans for you was a big deal, you heard strange things happened here but that was part of the lure that drew people to this city. Your aunt had left you her apartment many years ago when you first deiced to come live here. Out of all the years you had lived in New Orleans not one of them were that exciting, it was usually the same old. But it all changed when you found out that New Orleans held many mysteries, and the biggest of all was the supernatural roam the city.

It all started 2 years ago, you were out and about when your eye caught a man across the road, he looked new considering you had never seen him before and not to mention he was beyond handsome. The man’s eyes flickered to you and something about him you couldn’t look away, before you knew it he had disappeared from view making you wonder where the hell he went.

Your favourite place to go was Rousseau’s, it was a bar but you didn’t go there to drink your worries away. In fact you went there because during the day it was pretty empty which allowed you to just sit and think, and take a few minutes out of the day to yourself. Sitting down at your favourite table you were too immersed in the book to notice that someone else had taken the seat opposite you.

“Interesting book you’re reading love”

Putting the book down it was the same guy you saw in the streets earlier before.

“Is this the part where you spoil the ending?” you asked.

He chuckled, “I would never spoil the ending love. Getting there is the best part, wouldn’t want to ruin the experience for you”.

He certainly had charm you will give him that, but a guy with charm who knew how to smooth talk was always trouble.

“Well if that is all I’ll get back to my book” you said to him, re-opening the book.

But he didn’t move. Eying him he was just staring at you, “Is there something else guy I don’t even know his name?”.

“Klaus..Klaus Mikealson and you are?” he replied.

“Y/N, Y/L/N” you answered.

All he did was smile and that’s how you met Klaus Mikealson, and that day your life just kept on spiraling out of control.

2 years on and Klaus and you had gotten to the point where a close bond was formed, he was extremely protective of you and everyone knew it. He made it well known if any harm came to you that the consequences would be extreme.

Throughout getting to know the Mikealson family, and everyone else that was associated with them you had gotten them impression that Hayley wasn’t fond of you. Every time you tried to engage in conversation or offer help she immediately turned you down, completely baffled as to she was acting so cold towards you.

Hayley came through the compound doors and you warmly smiled at her, she didn’t smile back and just kept on walking.

“Do you have a problem with me Hayley?” you blurted out.

She stopped, and slowly turned around. “You don’t want me to answer that, it’s been a long day Y/N you don’t want to start with me now”.

Folding your arms, “Is that how it’s going to be? You act cold and expect me to know what I’ve done wrong?”.

She huffed and begun walking away, you followed her and shouted “Hey! Were not done”.

Hayley turned around and her facial expression scared you if you were being entirely honest. “Do you want to know my problem? I don’t like you, okay. I think you’re incredibly selfish when it comes to Klaus and you have a tendency to be rude.”

Startled by her confession, you didn’t really know how to process it. But before you could respond Freya and Rebekah came down the stairs. “That’s a tad harsh, don’t you think Hayley?” Freya said.

“Yeah come one Hayley you haven’t even given Y/N a chance” Rebekah chimed in, smiling towards you.

Apart from Klaus, Freya and Rebekah welcomed you instantly and made you feel wanted. And that was something you would always be thankful for. Hayley didn’t respond and just walked up the stairs without looking back.

“Ignore her, she’s just going through some rough patches. Hayley will come around.” Freya said to you, before sitting down on the couch.

Rebekah joined her and said, “Yeah in the meantime you have us…and Klaus of course” she winked at your direction. “My brother has taken quite a liking to you, which is rare. Dare I say that Y/N has changed our dear brother Freya?”.

Your cheeks went red and to be honest you weren’t sure where your relationship with Klaus was headed. It seemed to be heating up, but some days he was distant and other days he didn’t leave your side.

“Don’t tell me my beloved sisters are being nosy again?” Klaus asked walking in with his signature smile.

Freya and Rebekah both got up, “It’s just girl talk Niklaus” Rebekah said.

“We’ll leave you two love birds alone” Freya said.

Before Rebekah left she teased Klaus, “Better make her apart of the family dear brother. You wouldn’t want to lose a good thing.” she whispered to him.

Nerves kicked in whenever you were alone with Klaus, you didn’t know why considering you had known him for quite some time. But he still managed to take our breath away with just one look.

“I hope Freya and Rebekah weren’t giving you too hard of a time?” he asked.

Over-protective Klaus was kicking in, “No they’ve been great. Hayley on the other hand hates me” you told him.

Klaus gave you an amused grin, “Trust me love she didn’t like me either. But give her time she’ll come around”.

Smiling, you hadn’t notice that the two of you had gotten quite close. Before anything could happen Klaus was thrown against the brick wall. “Klaus!”. You rushed over to him and saw someone unfamiliar.

“Remember me Klaus?” he asked.

Klaus stood up and wasn’t fazed by what just occurred, “I would love to say yes. But unfortunately my mind has gone blank, and I don’t really give a damn. So I advise you to ran along before I do something I’ll most likely enjoy”.

The unknown guy super speed towards Klaus and grabbed him by the throat, which Klaus easily overpowered him and pinned him up against the wall. “Now tell me who you are, and what you’re doing in my home?”

“That’s not how this is going to work?” the guy responded.

Without hesitation the guy got himself free and before you had time to react, or before Klaus could stop him he had now grabbed you from behind the waist. Klaus facial expression changed and he was getting angry.

“Let.Her.Go” he demanded.

He bore his fangs and your eyes went wide, but something kicked in within you and bravery took over. You elbowed him in the chest, kneeling him in the place where the sun don’t shine and he feel instantly on the floor. Klaus took that opportunity and snapped his neck. This time it was his turn to rush over to you.

“Are you okay love?” he asked.

“I’m fine” you reassured him a few times because you saw he was having trouble believing you.

“If I had known you were that bad-ass I would have pursued you earlier”.

“Who knew Klaus Mikealson could crack jokes?” you teased him.

Looking down at the mysterious man who had attacked Klaus, you couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t over. But Klaus assured you that for now, the two of you just enjoy the moment now. And you certainly did enjoy the moment when Klaus sealed it with a kiss.

Ah Won’t Lose You Again

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Title: Ah Won’t Lose You Again

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,457

Warnings: pew pew, angst, fluff

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I felt like this needed to be written. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

Pride paced the floor of the office, waiting for the suspect to call.  Pride couldn’t stop thinking about you.  Were you alive?  Were you hurt?  He kept telling himself that you were fine.  No matter how many times he told himself that you were okay, he couldn’t help but think how this was his fault.

“Pride, pacin’ the floor isn’t gonna help,” LaSalle stated, watching his boss from his desk.  He shot a worried look towards Percy who returned his gaze.

“I’ll go check in with Sebastian and see if he has anything,” Percy volunteered, getting up from her desk.  As she approached Pride, she tapped his arm.  “We’ll get her back Pride.”

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Klaroline MashUp Event: Day 3 Troupe: Bed Sharing + Magic

Holding Out For A Hero

(Caroline is captured by a group of disgruntled witches on a surprise visit to NOLA. No magical babies of any kind and none of that Cami/Stefan nonsense.)




The door to St. James Infirmary opened letting in the early afternoon light. Josh set down his rag to grab a glass and a bottle of bourbon when he saw just who it was strutting in. He had just poured the liquor over the ice in the glass as Klaus took a seat at the bar.

“So? How was your night?” Josh asked as he slid the glass to him barely holding back his excitement.

Klaus narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “It went as well as any night in the Quarter with the blasted witches causing their nightly riots.”

“Yeah, yeah but besides that? How did it go?” Josh bounced up and down on the soles of his shoes causing the Hybrid to question the boy’s sanity as it grated on his nerves.

“What has you bouncing with such chipper glee? I have half a mind to snap your neck just to stop that incessant squeaking of your heels.” Klaus lowered his chin, the dark glint in his gray eyes showing just how close he was to following through with the threat.

Josh felt a tremor of fear lance through him, he wouldn’t put it past Klaus do to as he threatened and instantly stood flat on his feet as he deflated, “So she didn’t show up then? If she did you would be in a better mood or not here at all. I thought for sure she would show up.”

 Klaus groaned as he ran a tired hand over his face. He had come here to get away from the incessant arguing over how to handle the group of rouge witches, and instead of finding the peace and quiet he craved, he had to listen to Josh yammer on. “What are you blathering on about now?”

“Last night a few hours before closing a vampire I’ve never seen before came strolling in.” He paused to think for a moment before waving his hand, “Well not so much strolling as slinking in. She came to the bar, ordered a drink and stayed pretty quiet for a while but oddly focused on the door. She seemed like she had a lot on her mind or something because she kept standing up looking all determined to do something before plopping back down on that stool over there and ordering another drink.”

“I have no need for a play-by-play of the lady’s night, only what it has to do with me. Get to the point Mate.” Klaus hissed as his fingers flexed around the glass.

Josh’s gaze was drawn to the Hybrid’s hand wrapped around the glass. Gulping, he rubbed the base of his neck as if feeling phantom fingers applying pressure there. “No need for any neck snapping, I’m getting there but since she didn’t show up I figured you should hear it all.”

Klaus pushed his empty glass towards him, signaling he required a refill as he decided he would give the boy five minutes before the young vampire would be forcefully taking a nap on the bar room floor.

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“What the hell are you doing here?

Usually the Bennett witch’s Saturdays were quite peaceful relaxing. She was enjoying an anfternoon read until she heard a knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting any company. Her friends knew her Saturdays were sacred. So who could it be?

The question was clearly answered seeing the uninvited guest sitting on her porch swing. A Mikaelson.

“What? No happy tears of joy or a hug for an old friend?”

“No.” Bonnie said plainly. “What do you want?”

Klaus stood from the porch swing to stand in front of the Bennett beauty. “You know this hostility -”

“What do you want, Klaus?” The witch was becoming quickly annoyed. She didn’t want him here, in her space, in her life, none of them. She was done dealing with the Mikaelson family. “I’m won’t ask again.”

The playful grin on the hybrid’s face disappeared instantly. He stared down at his black boots only inches away from Bonnie’s bare feet. All the sudden he felt nervous being in front of her. He didn’t know what to say to her. Correction- he knew what to say, he just didn’t know how to ask it. With the way their relationship ended, how could he dare fix his mouth to ask for a favor.

Bonnie was angry with him and his siblings. She was rightfully just for her wroth and spite with them. What they did was unforgivable but it was the only way to keep their little witch safe. 

“I know…” Klaus started. “I know I have no right to stand here in front of you.”

“You don’t.” Bonnie agreed harshly. 

“”I understand.” He nodded. “I understand.” He repeated again as he finally found the nerve to look at Bonnie in the eyes unwavering. “But I need your help.”

Klaus watched the annoyance drain from Bonnie’s face and contorted into unadulterated hatred. His dead heart plummeted to his stomach, soaking up its acidity. This was a bad idea.

Though Bonnie was shaking with rage, she was able to keep her voice leveled. “I want you off my porch, Klaus.”

“Bonnie, please! It’s E -”

“I want you off my porch…now.” Her lips begin to tremble and her hand on the doorknob was aching from how tightly she was holding onto it. “I want you off my porch…and I don’t ever want to see you or anyone from your family ever again.” Bonnie stood behind the door. “Let this be the last time we see each other.”

Without waiting for his answer, the Bennett closed the door in Klaus’ face. Her back slouched against the door trying to calm her breathing. She inhaled and exhaled slowly through her nose. The steady practice she found wasn’t working since she could still feel the hybrid presence outside her door still on her porch.

“Go away, Klaus.”

“Bonnie, you have to listen to me.”


“If you really wanted me off your porch, I would have been already flying across your lawn by now.” He leaned close into the door as if he was whispering in the witch’s ear. “And if you hated me as much as you think you do, I would have met my final death soon as I stepped a foot on your stone pathway.”

Klaus hurriedly leaned away from the door as it suddenly swung open with a furious Bennett witch filling the doorway with her murderous aura. The Original took in the eerie malachite eyes glow as black veins protruding around her face and neck. He knew then that this was probably a bad idea.

“The only reason you’re not incinerated to ash beneath my feet is because your daughter would be fatherless!” Bonnie stepped out her house and a wave of magic slammed into Klaus full force. He stumbled backwards feeling the copious amount of power from the tiny witch. This was definitely a bad idea. “I care for Hope and as much it sickens me that she have a manipulative and heartless prick of a father like you, I would never take you away from her.”

Witch and hybrid stared intensely at each other both seething with anger. Klaus was the first to break the deafening silence.

“I know my family and I hurt you and you want nothing to do with us…” He took a much needed breath. “But I ask you as my friend…” Klaus carefully placed his hands on her shoulders. Bonnie was tense but she not remove his hand. “…as my sister…help me bring Elijah home.”

Bonnie stared at Klaus closely. He was sincere she could tell and that made it hurt even worse. She definitely didn’t need this. “Why?” Bonnie questioned. “Why me? I’m sure you have other witch’s at your disposal.” She sneered. 

“We do.” Klaus admitted. “And we tried and none of them could find him.”

“Why? Is there another witch cloaking him?” What kind of mess they get themselves into now. 

“Yes.” Bonnie arched her brow waiting for him to continue. “Tristan and his sister -”

“You mean your psycho red headed lover?” 

“His sister, “ Klaus grimaced. “Dug up some elder witch from who knows where and rooted us in the compound while Elijah went to talk to Tristan about the whereabouts of Lucien’s witch.”

Bonnie remember fleetingly about the Originals first children along with the special witch of Lucian. She met her once and she didn’t like the wench. Something about her rubbed Bonnie the wrong way. 

“What’s so special about Lucien’s witch?” Klaus was about to answer until Bonnie held up her hand to stop him. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.” Klaus frowned hearing the void of emotions laced in her voice. “So, Tristan and Aurora have Elijah somewhere where he is magically cloaked and you need me to find him.”

“I thought to give it a try. Since you are his -”

“Do you really want to finish that sentence?” Her malachite colored irises rotated left creating four small gold-like petals around her pupils. Klaus remained silently watching the majestic irises rotate right making the petals disappear.

“I would appreciate your help.”

“Yeah? Well, I would have appreciated if you didn’t ruin my Saturday with your Mikaelson nonsense.”

Klaus only shrugged unashamed. “I would have called, but we both know that’s not particularly my style.” A small smile tugged at his lips.

Bonnie returned the small smirk knowing what he said was true. The smile to Klaus’ disappointment didn’t last long as he wanted. He missed it. The smirk disappeared at the same time of her monstrous guise reverting back to her normal appearance.

“I will help you find, Elijah.” She turned away from Klaus back in her house.

“Thank you.”

When Bonnie was inside the warmth of her home, she glanced her shoulder, eyes distant and cold. The look startled the hybrid. Looking closely he could see the hurt and ire for he is his family shining through. Though she was helping Klaus save his brother, it didn’t mean everything was okay between them. Things would never be the same. He knew this, but he couldn’t help but hope.

“After I find Elijah, all contact between me and the Mikaelsons will cease.” She said said seriously. “Don’t ever come back here, Klaus. Not to say hi or sure as hell not to ask for a favor.” Klaus stood letting her words wash over him. “If you do…I’ll ignore the fact I’ll be breaking a little girl’s heart.”


The flight from Portland to New Orleans was uneventful. Clear skies all the way through. When Bonnie stepped off the plane, she immediately felt the connection to NOLA strum to life again. It was a wild rush and fire in her veins. While in the cab, her face was planted on the window. She forgotten how colorful it was and how the music serenaded every corner of every street. She missed her home.

However, soon as the cab pulled up to the Mikaelson compound she felt her rage churn again inside her. This wasn’t home. This was her grave. Walking inside her rage only grew being in their space. Why did she come back?

“Bonnie …”

The Bennett witch turned around facing the female Mikaelson. “Freya.”

The witch came from around the table to stand in front of Bonnie. “How um…how are you?” Freya was beside herself. She missed Bonnie terribly. It was good to see her sister again. “I heard you moved to Portland.”

“I did.” Bonnie looked around the living space then back at Freya. “Where are we setting up?”

Freya inwardly flinched from Bonnie’s curt tone but grinned anyway. She had to remind herself she had no right to be hurt. “Follow me.”

Bonnie followed Freya into the study where Hayley holding Hope, Klaus, Marcel, Kol with Davina by his side, and Finn. The air escaped Bonnie seeing her once family standing in front of her. It felt odd and maddening.

Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but ended up being gathered in the young hybrid’s arms.

“I missed you." 

Bonnie heard her ex-friend voice break mid-way. Awkwardly she hugged her back. She honestly didn’t know how to feel. Correction - she knew she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Over Hayley’s shoulder she saw Davina coming towards them with a smile on her face and hope in her young eyes. "Hi, Bonnie.”

The witch frowned. “Hello, Davina.” Bonnie wiggled to let herself loose from Hayley’s grip. 

Hayley pulled herself away as she wiped her tears away. “I thought you would be riding with Klaus.”


Hayley deflated a bit but didn’t let feeling unwelcome by her friend bother her. “Thank you for doing this, Bonnie. Even though you didn’t have to -”

“I know.” Bonnie moved past Hayley and the hybrid swore she felt a cold chill come from her.

Davina stared at the witch’s back. “Bonnie -”

“I need a map and a blade.”

Davina bit her lip. She needed to say this. “Bonnie, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I’m so s -”

“I need a map,” She interrupted the young witch. “And a blade." 

Davina, without another word, left out the study to get the supplies. She returned with the items a few minutes later. She placed the map on the table and the blade beside it. 

Marcel reached for her hand and brought her to his side. The vampires in room could hear the Claire witch sniffling while she was away. She was hurt and yet again, they had no right to feel hurt. None of them did.

Klaus, Freya, Finn, and Kol stood around the table watching the Bennett witch work. 

She cut her finger with the blade and let droplets of her blood hit the old parchment paper. She held her hand over the map and began to chant. Soon as the spell emptied from her mouth, she could feel the other witch counterattack against her. Good thing it wasn’t going to work.

Bonnie’s lips moved quicker saying the incantation. Ebony veins crawled over face and neck spreading all the way to her neck, shoulders, and back until it covered her whole body. Eyes were the color of malachite and her sclera bled pitch black. The witch was turning into a different being before their eyes. 

The first time they seen this particular creature was two years ago. Bonnie was in a fit of rage and was aiming to kill each and every Mikaelson that night, but the cry of Hope waking up from her nap stopped the witch from doing so. Two years Bonnie kept away from them. How could they blame her? They made her into the creature she was now.

Magic pulsed around them and tightened around their bodies in a vice grip. The lights flickered in and out. Walls and floors creaked under pressure from the wave of magic.

Suddenly, everything became quiet.

Bonnie leaned over the table seeing the blood on the map unmoved over the location of the compound. Then the droplets merged together and began to move. The Bennett witch broke the cloak over Elijah. She had a hold of him and she could feel him. She felt relieved that he was okay but then she hated that she felt that relief.  

The blood continued to move farther upward until it reached the pier.

"He’s there.”

Swishes were heard around her. The vampires and Freya left to rescue their brother and possibly kill whoever in their way. Bonnie didn’t particularly care. She needed to rest to replenish her magic.

Bonnie sat on the large cushioned chair by the fireplace letting the warmth of the fire caress her skin. Her fatigue quickly claimed her senses and in a matter of minutes she was asleep.


When Bonnie stirred awake the first thing she noticed was her magic was fully replenished. The second thing she noticed was her hunger. She can’t remember the last time she ate. Her stomach growled angrily at her, ravenous from the lack of food.

“You must be hungry.” Bonnie glared at Klaus walking from across the room to her. “Here.”

Bonnie stood tiredly from her seat and grabbed the four blood bags from his hands. “Thank you.”

Klaus let Bonnie have her fill as he crawled into his thoughts. He realized he would never get used to Bonnie being a witch/vampire hybrid. But could he call her that? Sure, she was a witch who died with vampire blood in her system, but he felt she was something more, something unknown, something dangerous.

It was something that wasn’t expected or planned. It just…happened. One moment Bonnie was alive and fine, then suddenly she was keeling over holding her stomach, blood soaking through her ivory blouse.

Klaus looked away from Bonnie as if he was witnessing it again. He pinched his eyes closed not wanting the memories to continue. It hurts. It hurts deeply to know they made her into this.

The sound of crumbling plastic caught Klaus attention. He turned around seeing a well fed Bonnie. “We didn’t have O negative. I know that’s your favorite.”

Bonnie shrugged. “It’s fine.”

Klaus went to say more but paused when he heard footsteps coming into the study. By the look of fury on Bonnie’s face, he knew exactly who it was.

“Niklaus, give us the room.”

Klaus noticed Bonnie flinch when Elijah spoke. He felt his dead heart break seeing the sight.

He closed in on Bonnie startling her. He placed both hands on the side of her face and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, sister.” He whispered against her skin. With those parting words, Klaus vamped out the room leaving Bonnie and Elijah alone.

Elijah closed the door but kept his eyes on Bonnie. He swallowed the lump in his throat and fiddled with his daylight ring.

“Bonnie.” The taste of her name sent shivers down his spine. He hadn’t said her name in two years. He hadn’t seen her in two years. And yet he had the pleasure doing both at this moment.

Bonnie was shaking all over but kept her tone as neutral as possible. “Elijah.”

The silence in the room was deafening. They could only stand and stare. Someone needed to say something. Someone needed to do something. That something was Bonnie leaving.

The witch straightened her leather jacket and walked briskly towards the door.

Elijah breath hitched seeing her come forward. He didn’t want her to leave, not yet. He needed to do something. He needed to say something.

“Why did you save me?”

That got her attention. Bonnie eyes widened owlishly at the Original.

Elijah stared down at the little woman and by the gods she was beautiful. The last time he seen her, her hair was cut into a bob. It was now long, well past her shoulders, wavy in a richer chocolate hue. Green eyes as shining emeralds complimenting her almond skin complexion. Her high cheeks were dusted in rose and lips pink as petals. She wore immortality beautifully.

“I don’t have time for this, Elijah.” Her scowl deepened as the seconds passed by. “Let me out.”

“Bonnie…I…” Elijah rubbed his forehead. “I didn’t want this to happen…to us. I never…” He shook his head pinching his eyes closed. “I didn’t know they would bring you into this.” He finally said completely changing the subject. Shockingly that irritated Bonnie more.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “It made sense.” She shrugged. “I’m a Bennett witch and my blood and yours are tied to one another. After all,” She smiled ruefully. “You are my sire.”

Her tone was dripping with venom and disdain. It was acid pouring on his chest seeping through his flesh eating at his bones and into his heart.

“Words can never come close to describe how sorry I am that I hurt you.” He shook his head. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did!” Bonnie bellowed. “I was dead, Elijah. I was killed in front of those stone steps outside the compound.” She breathed in heavily. “I should have stayed dead but I’m this.” She motioned to herself. “I told you and everyone else if I died, let it be. But you totally went against my wishes.”

Elijah shook his head seeing the images of Bonnie limp body on the stone steps bleeding out heavily. “I didn’t want to lose you.” He stepped towards the trembling witch. “I couldn’t stand seeing you motionless. I couldn’t stand being in a world without you.” He admitted. “It was selfish on my part -”

“Extremely selfish!”

“What would you have me to do?” The Original hollered loudly. “Bury you in your garden? Watch dirt pile on your coffin? Let you leave my life -”

“I expected you to respect my wishes! That was my choice, not yours, not anybody! It was mine and you took that from me.” Bonnie fingers clenched beside her. “What did you say before? You didn’t want to lose me? You mean lose me like after you turned me into this monster? Lose me like you and your family pushed me out!” Bonnie blinked back her angry tears.

“You had Davina, my own student, bring me back for a few moments. Just enough time to put your foul blood into my system to turn me.” Bonnie paced like a furious lioness keeping her eyes on Elijah. “I wake up confused and have the most burning sensation in my throat and this ravenous hunger. I wake up as a hybrid.”

“Bonnie -”

“You and Klaus hold me down and forced Davina’s blood in me, so I wouldn’t let myself die. That’s twice you ignored my wishes. It took months to even fathom the thought of being what I am.” Angry streaks of tears fall from her eyes. “When I semi get my head around what I am, you give me the cold shoulder?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“No?” Bonnie scoffed. “So you didn’t ignored me for weeks then? You didn’t deny to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me.”

“Stop this.” Elijah begged brokenly. “Please.”

“And then got everyone to turn away from me. Then kicked me out of what I thought was my home with my family!” A sob broke through her lips. “All of you left me alone. You had me to figure out what I am by myself. I had no one!”

A lone tear fell down the Original’s cheek seeing the aching pain and hurt radiating from her. “Bonnie…I have no excuse to what we did to you. We just didn’t want to cause you more pain. We thought…” He shook his head. “I thought you’d be better on your own. I was disgraced with my selfish actions. In the process of needing you with me and then never getting to chance to tell you…” He stopped himself.

Bonnie eyebrows pinched together noticing his silence. Then it clicked. “Don’t you dare.” Bonnie shook her head back and forth. “You have no right.” More tears fell down her cheeks. “I’ve waited for you to say those words. Don’t you dare fix your disgusting mouth and say it now!”

“But it’s true Bonnie.” He stepped closer to her. “I left you, pushed you, have my family turn away from you, because I love you. We love you. We couldn’t stand seeing how unhappy you were. We seen your anger, your resentment, your sadness, your darkness…and it was all our fault.” Elijah stood directly in front of her placing his hands on her tear stained cheeks. “I wanted you to have a good life outside of our family. We put you through so much. I couldn’t stand -”

“Exactly! You couldn’t stand it!” Bonnie ripped her face away from his touch. “Both decision wasn’t for me, it was for you. YOU couldn’t stand being without me. YOU couldn’t let me die. YOU couldn’t deal with my unhappiness. YOU wanted your pain to go away, not mine.” Bonnie chest heaved harshly. “Both decisions involving my life you made on your own and have me suffer both times because of your selfishness!”

Elijah eyes pinched shut as the tears broke through his long lashes. The truth was laid out for him. The truth that he refused to see for so long. Everything the Bennett witch was painfully true. He was selfish. His true nature broke through the flesh and fur of the noble stag creating a new monster.

“I love you, Bonnie.” He opened his eyes, brown eyes swimming with sorrow. “I love you. I stand here before you telling you this, here and now. I know I made you wait then -”

“Stop.” The witch held up her hand. “Just stop.” She wiped her cheeks. “I’ve been there for you for how long in my human days? You had feelings for me. I had feeling for you. We kissed, we loved, we couldn’t control ourselves but you never said those three words I longed for.” Bonnie smiled solemnly. “And now you say it after what you’ve done to me. Now is the time you say it? It took you this long?”

Elijah bowed his head raking his thick fingers through his hair. “I don’t let people in.”

“Because you never tried!” Anger coiled tightly within her. “I gave myself to you. All of me!” She jabbed her finger repeatedly on her chest. “You never did the same for me. You kept me at arms length at all times.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“From what exactly? From me being hurt?” Bonnie jibed nastily. “How very sweet of you, you noble man you.”

Elijah turned away from Bonnie pinching the bridge of his nose. “What we had was not simple, Bonnie. It wasn’t simple to just be with you.”

“But it was simple enough crawling into my bed.” Bonnie ticked her crooked jaw. “Was it simple enough to get on top of me? Should I have opened my legs wider for you, sire?”

“Stop it!” Elijah whirled around in rage pointing towards her. “Don’t you dare demean my love for you.”

Bonnie shook her head sadly at the Original. “You did that on your own, Elijah. I only wanted to be with you.” Another flood a tears streamed down her face. “I loved you.” A sob escaped her lips. “I love you.” Elijah went to hold her but Bonnie stepped back. “But you denied me a chance to love. You denied me the chance to die. And you denied me the chance to live." 

The witch bit the insider of her cheek holding in her sobs. "You hurt me.” She hiccuped. “You all did.” She said to the rest who she knew were listening. “And I will never forgive you for that, any of you.”

“Bonnie…please let m -”

“Goodbye, Elijah.” Bonnie moved around the stunned Original and left out the room.

When he heard the door shut, Elijah closed his eyes letting his dead heart come undone as he heard the love of his life footsteps move farther away from the study. 

Bonnie kept her head down walking down the steps to the front door. She could smell their tears. She hear their sniffles. She could feel their heart breaking, but the witch didn’t couldn’t find herself to care to look. They deserved this. This was only a fraction of what she felt and been through.

Almost to the door Bonnie stopped. She cursed herself for the moment of weakness. Slowly, she turned towards them. 

Davina was tucked into Kol’s arms back towards her. Finn and Marcel sat across from each other but looking at nothing but space. Hayley holding Hope close to her chest rocking her slowly. She didn’t miss the wetness from her red flush cheeks. Freya sat on the arm of the couch next to Finn, blond hair curtained her face filled with regret and shame. 

And lastly, Klaus was standing on the right of her. He was the only one that was looking at her. Red and wet eyes, tears running slowly down his face. This hurts really bad, she thought. 

Bonnie turned away and opened the door letting the cold brush across her heated face. Before she stepped a foot out the door, she felt someone grab her hand. She turned back seeing it was Klaus.

Klaus squeezed her hand into his not wanting to let go. “We did love you, Bonnie.” Bonnie felt another tear roll down her cheek. “We still do.”

The witch looked around her seeing everyone looking at her seeing their love for her shining through. She could feel it. Bonnie’s eyes lifted to the top of the stairs seeing Elijah staring down at her. Chocolate eyes begging for her to stay. Eyes begging her to forgive him, be with him, love him.

But she couldn’t. She didn’t have the strength to love him, any of them. Not after what they did, she could never.

Bonnie broke her hand free from Klaus’ grasp and walked out the Mikaelson compound leaving her past behind and finally able to live in her present.

She didn’t know what was going to happen next in her life, but she knew she would find a way on her own. She was all she had.

I of III (maybe)

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Ever After

Enchanted!Themed Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the reader are investigating some mysterious happenings in Louisiana that they suspect to be a witch. When they arrive, things are not as they seem and they find themselves transported to an alternate universe where things get… weird.

This is my entry for @sincerelysaraahh‘s July Writing Challenge. I hope you all like it! :) It’s a bit long, but I couldn’t resist.

Also, side note, the shop mentioned is a real shop in NoLA, that I’ve been to and it’s awesome. *gifs not mine *some quotes are directly from the film (and those aren’t mine either)

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Dean made his way toward his room from the kitchen with a beer in hand, his hair tussled and pajama pants hung low on his hips when he heard soft music coming from your room. He recognized the tune immediately, Enchanted was one of your favorite movies. You had roped him into watching it numerous times. He gently pushed open your door to reveal you curled up with a cup of hot tea on your nightstand, your enraptured features lit in the dim glow of your laptop in the late hours of the night. Watching movies had always soothed you from the nightmares that consistently plagued you. A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched James Marsden clumsily sing in the rolling hills of Central Park, only to be run over by bicyclists. Dean grinned at your stance, how you were so enthralled in the movie you’d seen literally dozens of times. He knocked softly, causing you to shift your attention from the screen to the green-eyed hunter leaning against your doorframe.

“Hey.” You smiled up at him softly, not entirely surprised that he was awake. The two of you were pretty much on the same sleep pattern: lay down, toss and turn restlessly, have about an hour of awful sleep, wake up, wonder around, then return to bed for about 4 hours.

“Hey sweetheart. What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Same thing I try to do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!” You replied enthusiastically, throwing your fists in the air. He slightly rolled his eyes before the corners of his mouth turned up in an amused smirk. You giggled before reaching for your tea, “Nah… can’t sleep, as per usual. What about you?” You asked, taking a sip.

“Same.” He paused, glancing down at the beer in his hand.

You eyed him for a moment before scooting on your bottom, removing the covers and making room for him in your bed. He chuckled under his breath before sauntering towards the memory foam mattress.

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Professor Pride Week 12

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Title: Professor Pride Week 12

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I know this is a little late, but NEVER FEAR! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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You thought Dwayne’s reaction to a coffee on his desk would change after all this time, but it never did.  He always smiled at the coffee cup on his desk.  You’d always look down at your laptop and smile to yourself.  There was something about his smile that made it worth it every time.

When Pride set down his coffee, he stepped away from his desk, instantly gaining everyone’s attention.  He always seemed to rub his hands together when he wanted to start class.

“Ah’m gonna give y’all your last assignment for the semester,” Pride announced to the class.  “It’s a pretty simple task.  Ah’m gonna give y’all the whole week to do it.  Just in case you’re tryin’ta finish other class work.”  He waited for the chatter to die down before continuing.  “Ah want y’all to write a report on what’cha’ve learned ‘bout New Orleans.  What have you experienced?  Did somethin’ change your opinion ‘bout New Orleans?  Would ya ever come back to New Orleans on your own?  Why or why not?  I think ya get the gist of it.”  

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What I Learned Watching ‘Formation’ with White People***

Let me preface this by saying that I have spent the past two months working as an actor in a show where I was the only black man in a large group of white people. This is certainly not rare in my professional or personal life, but for the first time in a long time I really noticed. Several times throughout the process I thought, well I do really like these guys but, by and large, I’m not connecting with most of them on some fundamental level. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until the end of the process – these were not the white people I usually surround myself with in my day-to-day life.

These white people were not woke***.

Btw is there an official word for the opposite of woke?

Sleep? Sloke? Unconscious? Comatose? Please advise.

What really brought all of this on was me thinking that I could comfortably watch Beyonce’s new song/video, ‘Formation’, with these white people.

I first found out ‘Formation’ had dropped via a group text thread comprised of a few close friends who, like me, are Bey fiends, aka normal functioning humans. I was backstage during the show and while a couple of numbers I’m not in were going on, I went up to the dressing room to check my phone. Needless to say, the group chat was lit. I see everyone freaking out and when I scroll up and see the link my friend Jordan (perhaps the biggest fiend of us all) posted, I audibly gasped and immediately opened it. A flurry of “holy fuck"s and “oh my god"s leave my mouth as I start taking it all in.

One of my cast mates, a white gay man in his late forties, was in the dressing room with me and came over to watch. I had heard him make disparaging remarks about Beyoncé in the past (which I always, somewhat jokingly but earnestly, called him out for) so I wasn’t surprised when he walked away after maybe twenty seconds. Unimpressed and uninterested.

Another cast mate, a white, straight man in his mid-twenties (WSMMT), walks in a few seconds later and asks what I’m watching. “New Beyoncé video!!!” from a frantic looking me.

After watching it for a few seconds, he says “Why isn’t she singing? She doesn’t really sing anymore. I miss her singing”.

Like fair enough dude. Beyoncé is a fucking amazing vocalist and we all love it when she goes in a la ‘Love On Top’  or ‘Resentment’ but also like shut the fuck up and listen to what she’s saying maybe?

The imagery and references throughout the video immediately hit me.


Beyoncé perched on top of a cop car in a body of water.


The two of us are watching it and my mind is literally being blown and then he just walks away.

“meh I don’t really know what this is. I just want her to sing”.

I can’t even begin to broach the underlying racial implications of a comment like that. Of course a straight white man, from a predominately white suburb, would prefer a black woman to just sing. He, and many others I’m sure, would be more comfortable with Beyoncé not making any political statements, not experimenting musically, not evolving as an artist. She should just play it safe, put out an anthemic love song, do some fierce riffing, high belting and call it a day. Might as well keep conforming to that tired trope, yeah?

I don’t have the energy or composure to say all of that in the moment, plus I’m too invested in watching this fucking music video unfold so I just say, “You’re out of your mind, this is everything”.

The song then gets to what is now, perhaps my favorite section:

I mean, COME ON. how funny is that? how real is that? like, who doesn’t want a cheddar bay biscuit after great sex? iconic. and it’s the best press red lobster has ever, or will ever, have.

WSMMT reacts to the line with a kind of head jolt and a sour face. Disgust? Umbrage? Surprise? I can’t even really think about it because I realize that my next entrance is coming up so I haul ass backstage. Beyoncé almost made me miss my damn cue.

I’m trying to imagine what that conversation would be like with my stage manager – “Dan, why were you late? You missed your song” “Sorry, surprise Beyoncé video!”

Seems an acceptable excuse as any.

I had to wait until the end of the show to finish the video and after viewing it in its entirety, I was quite literally verklempt as fuck.

Never have we seen Beyoncé this outwardly political. The references to Katrina, #BlackLivesMatter, police brutality. Never have we seen Beyoncé unapologetically owning her blackness and the beauty of it in this way. I mean, for anyone to sing, “I like my negro nose with Jackson 5 nostrils” is major on so many levels. But BEYONCE? 

One of the most famous people on the planet?


Our noses are not considered conventionally beautiful so for her to publicly proclaim pride in having a nose that looks characteristically black is incredibly powerful. “Jackson 5 nostrils” clearly conjures up an image of a young, pre-surgery Michael Jackson. There’s been a lot of speculation in the past that Beyonce herself has had a nose job (clever contouring?) so this line, in a very classically Beyoncé move, accomplishes two things – it makes waves and creates a conversation that only a star of her caliber can create, while also functioning as a way to address a rumor and control her own narrative vs. public opinion. 

Later that night, after a few or five tequilas on the rocks, I watched the video again. This time I was with a different white straight man in his mid-twenties (WSMMT2) and a white straight woman in her mid-twenties (WSWMT). Since I had already seen the video at this point I was half-watching it, half-studying their reactions. WSMMT2 was here for it. Nothing seemed to be lost on him, which didn’t surprise me because over the last few weeks we’d had several really great conversations on racial, gender and sexual identity (woke***). WSWMT, on the the other hand, looked perplexed, even a little turned off. A minute or so into the video she says, “I don’t get it”, somewhat dismissively. 

“You don’t get what?” 

This probably came out more accusatory than I intended. I blame the tequila. 

“This video. What’s happening right now?” 

Had this been asked from a more earnest place, I probably wouldn’t have had such a gigantic internal eye roll. I think it actually might’ve been outward as well. 

I started to explain some of the images, boldness of Beyonce’s blackness, what baby hair is (…). Some things I didn’t even touch – like the importance of Big Freedia’s involvement because, baby steps guys – but I don’t know if any of it resonated, if all of it went over her head or if WSWMT even cared to listen. 

And it made me realize that saying “I don’t get it” is a such a cop out. It’s not thatttt dense. Sure, some of the cultural references might be lost on you if you haven’t grown up with a lot of people of color but at the same time this is 2016 – we have the internet, we have TV – there are so many ways to look outside of oneself. A lot of white people don’t get “it” in the larger sense because they simply don’t want to get it. Unless it’s something non-threatening, familiar, and trendy enough to co-op.

I think I’ve been fairly lucky in that most, if not all, of my closest white friends have never made me feel like an outsider because of my blackness. They have a genuine interest and affinity for black culture that goes beyond knowing all of the lyrics to Drake’s latest mixtape or co-opting catchphrases – they care about real issues that affect black people and our identity in this country. And if they are in unfamiliar territory they ask me and we have an open, honest exchange.

And now, a day after the half-time show and Bey’s first live performance of “Formation”, I’m seeing that there’s backlash online. Rudy Giuliani (what?) saying, “I don’t know what the heck it was” and that he’d like “decent, wholesome entertainment” because middle America is tuned in, after all. God forbid they hear a woman of color professing “you just might be a black Bill Gates in the making”.

Just please please PLEASE miss me with all the fuckery. 

Isn’t that the very reason Middle America should pay attention? It’s not a coincidence that every major music/media critic is writing think pieces about the importance of this imagery, of this woman, of this declaration of blackness and its presence on all of our televisions.

Moral of the story, be careful who you watch “Formation” with. You might end up feeling buck for a solid day and wishing you had someone to help you decompress. 

Preferably someone Red Lobster-worthy.


*** “Woke” as a colloquialism has been around for quite some time but in the past year, it’s become a much bigger part of the public vernacular because, well because of its very meaning – more and more people have become painfully wearisome of the ever evolving shitshow that is race relations in this country and are talking about it.


s/o to my platonic life partner @hindenberry for coining the term *sloke* while we were editing. slay trick.


Addendum as of 9:15 am on 2/9/16. Edited to reflect another individual (WSMMT2) not originally included in the piece. It wasn’t fair to omit my interaction with him because it’s worth noting that I wasn’t entirely surrounded by the sloke.

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Ok ok, so Caroline goes to NOLA and Klaus does everything to get her to move into his room from the guest room next door. Thank you!

Caroline giggled as Klaus walked her to her room after the evening they had spent out at the local bar with the rest of the family. They were talking about random, meaningless things, mainly about the people they had seen that night. She questioned him about their pasts or their life, and he would answer frankly (much to her amusement).

“Goodnight, Klaus,” she whispered against his cheek after pressing a soft kiss to it when they reach the door to the guest bedroom next to his. It had became hers ever since she had come to New Orleans and began a tentative relationship with the hybrid kind himself.

“You know, we could carry on in, say, my room?” he tried nonchalantly, shooting her his boyish grin with dimples and peering at her through his lashes seductively as he lowered his head slightly.

“Oh, I know. I have known since the first time you mentioned it a couple of months ago when I moved in,” Caroline brushed off with a shake of the head and a soft smile, placing a hand on the door handle.

“My bed is much more comfier,” Klaus insisted pointedly, causing her to raise a brow in scepticism.

“How would you know? You haven’t tried mine,” she told him, pretty sure he would never have slept in any of the beds in the house apart from his own, whether he needed to or not.

Perking up, he tilted his head to the side and smirked. “Is that an invite, love?”

Goodnight, Klaus,” she laughed, throwing her head back and opening the door to enter her room.

“Goodnight, Caroline,” he sighed after her. She could hear his footsteps slowly retreat and enter his own bedroom as she gently closed her door with a smile gracing her features as she thought over his offer in her mind whilst getting ready for bed like she usually did.

“Klaus!” she shouted in a mix of anger and confusion when she entered her bedroom after an afternoon of shopping with Rebekah. A warm breeze met her the moment she opened her door, along with the sounds and smells of the entire French Quarter.

“I’m right next door, sweetheart. There’s no need to yell,” Klaus grumbled, approaching her slowly with a lazy smirk. She stood in the doorway, bags still in hand, and twirled the instant he appeared next to her.

“Isn’t there?! ‘Cause my bedroom suddenly has no windows!” she exclaimed, throwing out a shopping-laden hand towards the wall which usually boasted of three amazing, huge windows. Now, there were three amazing, huge holes.

Peering over her shoulder, he met her eyes again with an innocent look, hands clasped behind his back. “Didn’t I mention? I’m having them changed to reinforced glass,” he told her matter-of-factly and with a simple shrug.

“In case someone decided to shoot at me?” Caroline asked incredulously, her voice still slightly raised and her brows pinched in annoyance.

“Among other reasons, yes,” Klaus replied earnestly, making her sigh in defeat because if there was something she had learnt about him (in both the months she had been there and the years she had known him), it was that there was no way she could argue against him when it can to her safety. “Is there a problem? I was only thinking of your wellbeing.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head and dumped her shopping onto her bed. She couldn’t deny that reinforced windows in the bedroom of the only non-Original in the house wasn’t entirely the worst idea (especially with her tendencies of attracting trouble), but it did put a small dent in her routine for the day.

A small pout formed on her mouth when she recalled their plans for the evening. “I needed to shower before we went out for dinner. I can’t with people working right outside my bedroom.”

“Oh. I guess that is a problem,” Klaus muttered, pursing his lips as he glanced over to the workers outside the windows (actual paid handymen and not his hybrids, for once) before looking back at her. “You’re more than welcome to use my bathroom, Caroline. In fact, why don’t you just get ready there?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, Caroline thought over his words for a second before nodding, realising she had played right into his hands with this. “Yeah, alright,” she said, doing her best to keep the slight amusement out of her voice as she headed to her wardrobe to gather the stuff she would need.

“And if the work isn’t finished by the time we get back, you’re also welcome to stay in my room,” he added offhandedly, covertly peering into her shopping bags to see what she had brought.

She had the habit of picking up something or another for him (from shirts to a watch, or even a new necklace once), and he was sure he had just caught sight of some art supplies in a bag when a small pink bag tucked into a larger shopping bag caught his attention. There was no question as to what was in it, and though his fingers were itching to take a sneak peek, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate it.

Their relationship moved at the pace Caroline was comfortable with, and though they had technically already slept together back in Mystic Falls (there hadn’t been much sleeping that afternoon in the woods), it was still a step in their new relationship they had yet to take. And seeing the lingerie in the bag in front of him on her would be well worth the wait.

“Now you’re pushing it,” she scoffed, shooting him a warning look to get away from her shopping when she moved to her bathroom to collect her toiletries.

Klaus stepped back and sighed dramatically. “Can you blame a guy for trying?”

Caroline rolled her eyes affectionately as she walked back over to her bed after inserting the DVD into her TV. Klaus laid propped up against her pillows, looking adorable under her pink and purple sheets, fidgeting uncontrollably with a scowl on his face.

“I wasn’t lying when I said my bed was more comfortable,” he muttered, relaxing and ceasing his continuous shuffling the moment she slid back into bed and settled next to him. His dramatics weren’t lost on her, but she chose not to comment on it simply because she had enjoyed it far more than she should have.

“Do you have a TV?” she asked dryly, to which he pursed his lips and stared over at her, unimpressed. “Exactly.”

“If I get a TV, will you move in with me?” he asked hopefully.

“I already live with you, don’t I?” Caroline replied without missing a beat, glancing over at him as she arranged the sheets around them and fluffing up the (luxury) pillows behind her.

“I mean, my room,” Klaus clarified, taking the bowl of popcorn she passed over to him from her bedside table before she turned off the lamp.

“I know what you mean, hon,” she told him softly, laying her head against his shoulder and gently nudging his arm until he moved it with an exaggerated sigh and a loving smile to circle around her shoulders. “I’m still not ready,” she added, looking up at him.

“If you say so,” he replied coolly, though the smile that remained on his features told her that he understood (even if he didn’t want to). Turning back to the TV, Caroline grabbed the remote and started up the DVD. “What are we watching? And why do we have to do it in bed?”

“Because ‘Elf’ has to be watched in bed the night before Christmas! Its tradition,” she informed him, grabbing a couple of popcorn kernels and chewing on it thoughtfully. Considering this was the first time she was actually watching ‘Elf’ with him (or anyone, for that matter), it couldn’t be a ‘tradition’ until it was repeated a couple of times. “Well, it will be from now on.”

Klaus groaned as the movie began, a look of disgust clear on his TV glare-lit face. “I have to watch this every year now?” he questioned in disbelief and throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“I’m sure Kol wouldn’t mind joining me in bed if you choose not to,” Caroline said with a lopsided shrug, eyes glued to the screen of her favourite Christmas movie. She could hear the light growl that vibrated through his body at the words, bringing out a sly smirk at his predictable reaction.

“The things I do for you, Caroline,” he all but grumbled. Tucking her face into his neck, she pressed her lips to his smooth skin in a silent thank you before returning to her position to enjoy her movie. “And yet, you simply won’t move into my room.”

“Hey, I need to get ready in your room. Is that ok?” Caroline asked as she burst into his room, not waiting for his answer as she walked straight to his ensuite bathroom with an armful of makeup and a hair straightener.

“Sure. Why?” Klaus questioned, entering from his adjoining studio on the other side of the room and following her. He wasn’t invited to the girl’s night out her and Rebekah had planned for the evening (obviously) but that wouldn’t stop him from enjoying her beauty until she left.

“I left half my stuff here last time so instead of dragging it all back, I figured I’d just bring the rest I need here,” she replied, voice echoing off the bathroom walls. He leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, eyes gazing over the small collection of items on the counter he had noticed she had left behind a few weeks earlier when her windows were being renovated. Catching his eyes via the mirror, she smiled sweetly and gave a small shrug as she added, “Also, you have better lighting and mirrors.”

“Bring as much stuff as you want, love,” he told her, grinning smugly at the fact that her things were slowly starting to migrate into his room. There wasn’t much but it was a start.

Throwing him a bemused look at the scarily self-satisfied smile, Caroline shook her head when he simply looked back without a hint of coyness. “When did you get a TV, by the way?” she asked, seeing the rather big flatscreen mounted to the wall opposite his bed behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder, he waved a hand dismissively as if it wasn’t a big deal (and as if it hadn’t been a direct result of their Christmas Eve conversation). “Oh, that? I’ve had it for a while.”

“No, you haven’t. It wasn’t there last week,” she countered in amusement, finishing on her hair and moving onto her makeup.

Klaus’ brow furrowed, looking slightly taken aback by her comment. “Why were you in my room last week?”

Freezing halfway in opening her bottle of mascara, Caroline cleared her throat and purposely avoiding his eyes as she focused on her makeup. “I- I mean, I just needed- You see, I sleep in your shirts, right?” she asked rhetorically, not adding how she had also taken the time to use the cosmetics she had left in his bathroom rather than take it back with her. It was a dangerous game she was playing, she knew it, but the slow pace was the pace she was comfortable with.

“Ah, so you’re my clothes thief. I thought it was one of my hybrids,” he stated with a smirk and a low chuckle, especially when she twirled to face him and pointed her mascara wand in his direction in a threatening way.

“Don’t. That’s not funny, Klaus. They’re already eerily respectful and obedient of you, and without the sire bond,” she scoffed, wincing at the thought of it. It was no secret that Caroline wasn’t the biggest fan of the hybrids, though she only made it known to the family. Rather than the sire bond being the irritating factor in this instant (he had unsired them before she had even turned up), it was more the fact that they liked being his lackeys and paid him more attention than she was comfortable with (especially the females). “Next thing I know, they’ll be trying to get in as your queen,” she huffed, turning back to the mirror.

“They all know that spot’s reserved for you, Caroline,” Klaus informed her, lightly yet earnestly. “Though if you want to make it more clear, sharing a bed nightly would be a great start.”

Laughing silently, she threw him a teasing wink. “I bet it would,” she murmured.

Snuggling deeper into Klaus’ light duvet, she pulled up her knees to her chest so she could pull the covers up to her chin. The pillows behind her back and shoulders were as fluffy as clouds and the mattress seemed to perfectly mould to her body no matter how often she moved or the position she was in.

“Your bed really is comfy,” she sighed contently when he re-entered the room with the popcorn she had asked him to fetch for them. A movie night wasn’t complete without it, and she was trying to get him into the little human rituals she had grown up loving simply to make new memories with him. She was lucky he did almost anything she asked of him.

“It could be our bed,” he pointed out suggestively, balancing the bowl of popcorn on her knees as he joined her in bed. Caroline scowled at his actions, upset she was forced to bring her arms out of the cocoon she had created for herself to grab onto the snack before it split everywhere.

Huffing, she threw the remote control into his lap once he was settled. “Start the movie, would you?” she insisted, changing the subject and munching on the popcorn as she did so.

“Half of your stuff’s in my room as it is,” Klaus added even as he did as she asked and started the movie she had chosen for that night; ‘Despicable Me’. She figured he would appreciate the evil plans and the Minions. If not, at least she could make jokes about it.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ve made space for it and now it’d just leave your room look empty if I took it back,” Caroline retorted, ignoring the fact that now her stuff had slowly started to shift into his room, her own room had began looking slightly empty (even if she tried to restock with more shopping trips). “Nice vanity table, by the way. Is that where you do your makeup?” she teased, regarding the antique table that had recently made its home next to his walk-in closet.

“My hair, actually,” he replied dryly, finally starting the movie and shuffling down in the bed to rest alongside her as she laughed at the image his response had conjured.

The sound of the shower being turned off was the first thing that registered in Caroline’s mind when she woke up. The room was still dark and one peek over her shoulder showed the outline of the moonlight around the curtains. With a sigh, she curled back up under the duvet, inhaling deeply at both the familiar scent that was Klaus and the fresh smell that was his bodywash.

“Is this what it takes for you to move into my room?” his voice rang through the covers as she blinked up at him when he entered the room with a towel wrapped low on his hips.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed sleepily, freeing her arms from under the covers to reach out to him when he approached the bed and leaned over to kiss her chastely. “Hmm, I missed you,” she whispered against his lips when they broke apart, pressing a quick peck before he backed away completely.

“I can tell,” Klaus smiled, smoothing a hand over her hair before trailing it down her arm and eventually resting on her waist as he perched on the edge of his bed. “If I had known, I would have gone away a long time ago.”

Smiling, she shook her head and waved a finger at him. “Don’t read anything into it, babe. Your bed is amazing and you were away. I felt closer to you here.”

“My bed is still amazing with me here; more actually,” he told her, licking his lips and smiling softly. His thumb strummed against her hipbone lazily as he lowered his voice to add, “And we can definitely be closer.”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline poked him in his towel-clad thigh and pouted. “Its the middle of the night; do you really want to have this conversation now or get into bed with me?” Klaus’ grin was bright enough to light up the room, causing her to giggle as she fought against him trying to lift the covers and climb in with her in his current state of undress. “After you put on some pants.”

Even at her most stealthiest, she should have known nothing got past Klaus. He was awake the moment she stepped foot into his room, tiptoeing over the threshold and closing the door behind her almost silently.

“Caroline? What’s wrong?” he asked her, voice husky yet clearly underlined with concern.

“Bad dream,” she answered timidly, hurrying her steps now she had been found out and climbing into his bed without waiting for permission. She guessed she had an open invitation considering he had been asking her to move into his room since the moment they had embarked on this relationship.

Laying her head onto the edge of his pillow, she pressed herself up against him as he turned over from his stomach onto his side. His arm went around her waist to hold her there, and Caroline couldn’t help but work a leg between his to anchor herself to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently, pushing her hair back from her face as she shook her head.

“I just want to sleep,” Caroline said, burying her nose into his shoulder and closing her eyes, hoping having him surrounding her would be enough to chase away the awful memories that had chosen to rear their ugly head that night in the form of night terrors.

“Ok, sweetheart,” she heard him murmur into her hair as he rubbed soothing circles between her shoulderblades. It was enough to make her relax completely.



“I love you,” she confessed for the first time against his warm, bare skin. A small smile curved on her lips as she felt him tense, pausing in his actions on her back momentarily before slowly easing back into a more relaxed state.

“I love you, too.”

Waking up the heavenly smell of coffee and blood, Caroline had to admit that her constant ‘sleepovers’ in Klaus’ room were starting to pay off.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he greeted her as she blinked awake, accepted his kiss and the mug he passed into her hands as she sat up.

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking a sip and humming appreciatively. “So, is this something that comes with the room?” she asked, carrying on to clarify at his look of confusion. “The breakfast in bed.”

Arching a brow, Klaus eyed her for a second and asked carefully, “Will it persuade you?”

She laughed and pretended to think about it as she drank her coffee and blood mix, watching him tidy up the room from the mess he had left after his morning shower. It was a habit she had unknowingly instilled in him, though she highly suspected his actions were more of a way to woo her into moving into his room than anything else.

“Definitely tips the scale,” she finally admitted, a smile slowly appearing to the point where she had to bite her bottom lip simply to keep it in check and make him sweat it for a few more seconds. “Most of my stuff has migrated in here somehow, anyway. And I really do like your bed.”

“That’s it? No other reason?” Klaus queried sceptically, throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner of the room.

“Well, there is one other thing. Something I’ve been waiting on since I moved here, actually,” she said slyly, placing her cup onto the bedside table and sitting up straighter against the headboard.

Making his way over to her, he smiled cockily from the end of the bed as he stood looming over. “Oh yeah? What could that possibly be?”

Leaning forwards in the bed, she crooked a finger at him to do the same to lessen the distance between them. Once she was happy with the anticipation she had built up, she lowered her voice and stated, “My own walk-in wardrobe.” Giggling loudly at the exasperation on Klaus’ face, she hurriedly raised to her knees and walked over to the end of the bed just as he turned away. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” she laughed, grasping onto his forearm before he could go anyway and tugging gently to make him face her once again just as she got her laughter under control. Reaching up with her free hand, she cupped his cheek tenderly. “All that is meaningless without you here. In your room.”

Our room,” he quickly corrected her, words light as hope filled his features and Caroline had no idea why she had waited so long to take him up on his offer when the sight in front of her should have been enough to give in months earlier.

Trailing her hand down his chest, she gripped his shirt in a fist and pulled him towards her gently as she settled back onto her legs, forcing him to follow and hover over her. “Its not ‘ours’ until we christen it,” she said suggestively.

A relieved but sensual smirk appeared on his full lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed the other hand onto the mattress next to her. “Then lets make that happen, love.”


Paige Russell’s Eloi scarves come into the world as construction paper compositions. Unwilling to sentence these creations to a two-dimensional life, Paige transposes her work onto silk, allowing them an infinite number of transcendent new realities — worn around a collar, as a crown or tied tooth-ache around the head of a cayenne-colored hound dog. Paige made the Eloi Le Grande Zombi Scarf for our new home in New Orleans, a celebratory homage to the cultural richness of New Orleans Voodoo and the city itself. 

We were lucky enough to catch a minute with Paige to talk about her life and work in Austin, what she’s listening to and how to find inspiration in everyday moments. 

Hi Paige. I’ve been thinking about your scarves. I can only imagine what it feels like to make a thing and then have it suddenly exist folded up around someone’s neck. It’s such an intimate place. Suddenly your art is just out in the world, so close to someone. They probably get their perfume on it and the crumbs from their croissant. It’s so different than hanging something in a gallery where it’s just ogled from a distance. What does that feel like?

I think it’s awesome. I love that idea. I’ve always been a person that just wants to surround myself with beautiful objects. That’s just very important to me, to look at pretty things. For someone to choose to bring an object into their life that I made, it’s so cool. You’re right. A scarf is such a classic, utilitarian item. It’s used in so many different ways. It’s an intimate thing, and the fact that people would want to use something everyday with my work on it feels really special.

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anonymous asked:

So how about this: Aurora gets into Klaus' head and finds about Caroline and kidnaps her and Cami, making Klaus choose one(no pregnant Caroline, yuck), but Caroline can take care of herself so she saves herself and Klaus is all mesmerized with his wifey and smut please :)

Written by one of our new guest writers, @thedisdainfullysilentvisitor

She Finds Out

“You betrayed me? After all your promises of love?” Aurora protested as Tristan, her brother, lay sprawled in the chair beside her, his neck broken.

“I meant to keep those promises! It was you who shattered them when you took Rebekah!” Klaus exclaimed.

He grabbed Tristan’s chair and neared Aurora, towering over her with his chin tipped high.

“Now I have your brother,” he stated. “Sibling for sibling. I want Rebekah back.”

Aurora gritted her teeth, her eyes full of tears.

“And what about Cami?” she hissed. “Who else, pray tell, holds your affections apart from me?!” she exclaimed, pressing her hands firmly against Klaus’s forehead, causing the hybrid to roar in surprise.

A hard, breathtaking face, curly blonde hair.

Younger than Klaus, younger than even her.

A smile given to him after he told her a story he’d never told anyone.

A kiss given to her on the cheek after she had graduated high school.

A kiss on the mouth, given to him.

What happened after.

She wrenched her hands away from his head. Klaus’s threatening demeanor had vanished, making way for sheer, bloody panic. Aurora smiled.

“You will regret going up against me, Nik,” Aurora whispered, stepping closer to him.

Klaus could not help but lose his breath at their proximity.

Aurora spun away and Klaus’ panic grew.

She knew about Caroline.

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Home is Where the Heart is

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Summary: Being the eldest daughter of the Avatar is one thing. But being one out of three firebenders (the other two being her parents) in the entire South Pole is something completely different.  

Rated: T

WC: 3,349

A/N: Happy Makorra Gift Exchange! Whoop! My present is for the lovely Anabelle, b-a-e-m-a-x She stated in her questionnaire that a head canon of her’s was when once everything settled down, Korra would become Chief of Souther Water Tribe while Mako would be the stay at home dad, wore a pink apron, cooked fantastic meal and have three kids (all included in the fic). For those who don’t know I made another fic of the same AU a few weeks back (here ya go if you’re interested). I am in love with this AU and I’m going to continue writing about it because I simply can’t stop. Also thank you to grandmamakofor being the beta. I would had never caught those errors if it weren’t for you. Enjoy the story! 

P.S: Thank you to makorragiftexchange for hosting this project. Though we haven’t had the best of times in the fandom, I am thankful for you guys coming up with the idea. 

P.S.S: I dedicate this fic to on my favorite blogs, msmakorra, who is no longer on Tumblr but it’s not the end of the world. She’s an awesome person who stands up for what she believes in. I believe she’ll go far in life. Thank you for everything Larry~ 

May we meet again.

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It's drabble time!

Premise of the drabble: Caroline and Enzo take a trip to NOLA to retrieve Stefan’s nameless doppelganger and things don’t go exactly the way Caroline thought they would.

“Of all the places for this doppelganger to live, I cannot believe it’s here.” Caroline gritted out in disbelief out of all the places in the world.

“What’s the matter Goldilocks, not a fan of the French Quarter?” Enzo retorted back in confusion at why she was so adamant about coming to New Orleans. Caroline grumbled and started at her feet as they strolled through the city.

“It’s not so much the city I’m not a fan of but rather a certain person who lives here.” She answered back quickly as she glanced around in the hopes that they’d finish soon and she could go home.

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