#we'll always have bourbon street

[marril96]

The Vampire Diaries 4.08 | We'll Always Have Bourbon Street

[salvatorewinchesters]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S04E08 - We'll Always Have Bourbon Street

[jungle-angel]

Taking a trip to New Orleans for Halloween with jake!

Rachel.....Rachel my dahling.....you always know how to make me an offer I can't refuse (lol).

You and Jake couldn't get enough of the Big Easy during Halloween. Not only were the late night revelers out, crawling all over Bourbon street with some spiced alcoholic drink in their hands, but everything really truly spoke of Halloween, the whole city covered over in a spooky, shadowiness that could have only existed in your imaginations.

"Whaddaya think (y/n)?" he asked, pulling the car down the little side road. "Think you're gonna wanna stay here for a while?"

"Depends," you said. "Think we'll encounter some ghosts?"

Jake laughed. "C'mon hon, you've been reading way too many Anne Rice novels."

"You could stand to read one or two," you reminded him.

At long last, you and Jake turned down the long, dirt road that a friend of yours had described. Everywhere you looked there were long lines of willow, cypress and shags of spanish mosses that hung from the trees and brushed against the ground. Some of the trees were completely bare, their fingers looming like the long crooked fingers of a hag's hands while the full moon lurked above.

This was certainly a part of New Orleans that you didn't see every day. At every turn, you wondered if some creature of darkness would come bolting across your path and charge at the car. Though your husband had been a bit of a skeptic, you could see in his face the little traces of worry and fear as you kept going down that long drive.

In the dim glow of the headlights and the dusky blue of the encroaching night, you could see it, a looming, southern gothic monstrosity that peered eerily above the willow canopies. Truly, it was something straight from an Anne Rice novel, the lacy iron on the balconies, the Greek pillars that held up both levels of the imposing house.

"Whaddaya think (y/n)?" Jake asked nervously.

"I'm thinking that we're in for more on this trip than we initially thought," you answered.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood pin straight as the lacy iron gate swung open, creaking on its hinges as the leaves blew off the path, parting like the walls of the red sea as you and Jake drove up the long path once again.

[ninazadzia]

Consider this my love letter to New Orleans, where I spent most of my early twenties - and how I would like to imagine Yelena recruits Bucky to join the Thunderbolts ;)

You can read the full thing here. 

[bloodybusiness]

Probably most in the know of his drinking habit would not trust the man if he pressed for three drinks with his own tolerance in play. It was a fair enough demand though he liked to think he knew the limits of most. "Three standard pour drinks. I promise. I want you to relax, not black out with a migraine." Taking care of Suresh in the aftermath of a nightmare was one thing, they both didn't need to affect both their jobs in the morning with Suresh hungover and Nick having to baby him after pressing too many drinks on him. "Believe it or not, I can generally tell when someone's at their limit before the bad decisions start. We'll figure out if it's bourbon or scotch once we get to my place." Wine was clearly off the table by his words.

Nick was quick to slide in beside Suresh, hands fumbling for the seat belt before he even closed the door. It was a safety measure he hadn't always followed in his youth but now sought first and foremost whenever inside a car. Finding the familiar piece, clicking it into place, and the door shutting before he looked to Suresh again. "Beau simply because I think I'm beginning to prefer your hair like that. Tomorrow, you'll be bébé again," he managed with a strained smile. There was a visible tension in his shoulders once he had entered the car. He would take an airplane any day over a fucking car, the statistics he had looked up running through his head at a rapid pace. Just one car ride, shouldn't be too long. There was a deep breath taken with the subtle movement of the car pulling off, Nick resting his head back with a deep breath. Not too long, at least it was someone that had studied driving and not just anyone common off the streets.

Majority of the ride back to his place was quiet, Nick just trying to keep his nerves calm. Tensing with any subtle braking, always ready for some sort of impact. It was when they pull in front of the complex that he could finally breathe properly, the ache in his chest from lack of finally subsiding. Well, it was hardly the first time Suresh had ridden with him and a reason he was one of the few to even be permitted into a car with Nick. "Fucking death trap," he muttered under his breath, the door swung open entirely too slow for his liking as he stepped out into the fresh air once more. Home sweet home. though one Suresh hadn't been back to in two years now. "Most everything is still the same. Had some fresh paint put in about six months ago but only a few shades off."

It wouldn't be the same. Couldn't. That had always been a fear of his, that something from his past would change the good things Suresh had built. But tonight changed things. He wouldn't be able to hide like he used to. At least not from Nick. Suresh was reaching for the familiar threads, the comfortable banter, the things he knew while figuring out his new footing. He trusted Nick with more than most. Suresh figured he would just have to trust and see what this change would really mean. Which was stressful enough. He glanced up and caught Nick's expression, not sure what it meant, but still he felt compelled to return it for a moment. Suresh felt his smile become more amused at the statement but shook his head. "You'd find someone barely half as good as me and then come check me out of the hospital after you got frustrated dealing with them." He added, "But I think I can manage a few heart palpitations."

Three drinks. Two drinks. An ocean. But tonight wasn't the night to have this conversation again. He knew the pervasiveness of the self-medicating. And he knew that probably wasn't all there was. "Three. If I get to pour." Suresh said back, trying to haggle some bit of limits. It had crossed his mind. How important it would be to not get too drunk. It had already been an emotionally taxing evening. He couldn't imagine what embarrassing things he could do if trashed. He trusted Nick but there were still bells that he did not need to ring tonight. Things he didn't need to talk about. And he wasn't going to be able to go drink for drink with Nick. He would be on the floor laughably quickly. "Thank you. I'd rather not wake up with a headache."

He stood in the night air and was actually grateful for the jacket. Looking down at the jacket as Nick commented on it. He ran his hands down the jacket for a moment. It was very nice. But he still said, "My suits are good enough for what I need them for." He had planned on stepping around onto the street when Nick opened the door. Stopping at the gesture and the new nickname. He smirked and looked at Nick before he got into the car, "Mon beau? Ah Ouais? Merci beaucoup." He slid across the seat to the other side to make room so Nick didn't have to go around. Waiting for the other to get in the car and for them to start driving. He reached up and put two fingers on his neck, counting for a moment before he turned to Nick, "Just checking. Non, no racing heart."

[hotchocolateandpillowforts]

Last episode of The Vampire Diaries for the night and of course Caroline gets kidnapped again. 5 times in 4 seasons.

[twin-flames]

[sassenachscreencaps]

(The Vampire Diaries, 4x08 - We’ll Always Have Bourbon Street)

[fic-finders]

Alright so I'm looking for a Bucky fiction and I think it was called we'll always have burbon street or something. Anyway reader and bucky are fighting hydra in the woods with the other avengers and reader gets stabbed, bucky whisks her away and they find out that the knife was poisoned and they end up cuddled on the couch while the reader is dying...que tony and Bruce finding them and healing the reader

sorry for taking so long to answer you but I believe the fic you are looking for is

Back To Bourbon Street by @wkemeup

[marril96]

The Vampire Diaries 4.08 | We'll Always Have Bourbon Street

[cyrillean]

Here's a sasara playlist i spent too long putting together!

tracklist under the read more

arrow by half•alive (i know that i can't run forever / but i can't stand still for too long / this heart is afraid to beat slowly)

this city by patrick stump (from every corner / to every block / whether it’s warm or storming or downright stupid hot, hot)

a mask of my own face by lemon demon (i'd rob my own apartment and i wouldn't give a damn / i'd blame it on the person that nobody knows i am)

kidoairaku by task (i want to be able to have serious conversations / if i could, i'd want to always be smiling)

thinkin bout you by frank ocean (got a beach house i could sell you in idaho since you think i don't love you, i just though you were cute)

wires by the neighborhood (he tells me to be raw / admits to every little flaw / that never let him sit upon the top)

charles by balloon (it was you who said goodbye / even with tears running down your face / if you're going to erase yesterday like this, that's enough / laugh it off)

miss missing you by fall out boy (i will sing to you every day / if it will take away the pain / and i've heard you got it, got it so bad / cause i am the best you'll never have)

hard times by paramore (walking around with my little rain cloud / hanging over my head and it ain't coming down / where do I go? gimme some sort of sign / you hit me with lightning, maybe I'll come alive)

it gets better by fun. (it's hard to stay inside my head when words keep pouring out / like starlight crashing through the room, we'll lose our feathers / yes i know it hurts at first but it gets better)

so what by the mowgli's (anything you say a million times is gonna sound insane / maybe it's a waste / maybe everything is these days)

street fight by smallpools (hit the ground, nobody to hold / i'll lift you up again / lost and found on the side of the road / i'll bring you back again)

do it all the time by i don't know how but they found me (we're taking over the world / a little victimless crime)

glory and gore by lorde (tired little laughs, gold-lie promises / we'll always win at this, i don't ever think about death)

ghost city tokyo by ayase (it's alright / someday it'll be alright / god knows how many times i've told myself / but even now, i fade into the tokyo night alone / almost like a ghost)

some nights by fun. (and some nights i'm scared you'll forget me again / some night i always win / but i still wake up / i still see your ghost / oh lord, i'm still not sure what i stand for)

all i want by walk the moon (the river of cars keeps flowing / all i can see is what's in front of me / this isn't where i thought i was going / this isn't who i thought i would be)

omen by mother mother (something about the world today / makes a boy feel a little insane)

what's good by tyler the creator (i see the light / dracula, dracula, dracula / suck me first, i might get back at you / is that shit clear? check the aperture / hahahahahahaha, i can't laugh at you)

it's alright by mother mother (oh hey / i had a night / i had a day / i did one million stupid things / i said one billion foolish things / i'm not okay)

blinding lights by the weeknd (the city's cold and empty / no one's around to judge me / i can't see clearly when you're gone)

home by vince staples ft richie kohan (i wanna be home free / where's one that was lonely / but i'm ready and waiting / for my day of salvation / and i'm patient)

in my city by ellie goulding (rolling down the streets in my new town / with the lights blinding and my heart weighed down / i think i'll get a job stealing people's thunder)

still feel by half•alive (lost in the in-between / or so it seems / i'm out of control / floating in outer space / have i misplaced a part of my soul? / lost in the in-between but it can't keep me asleep for long cause / i still feel alive)

spotlight (new regrets) by patrick stump (every word's a new regret if you say it right / every wound can be forgotten in the right light / oh nostalgia i don't need you anymore / 'cause the salad days are over and the meat is at my door)

roaring 20s by panic! at the disco (oscars and emmys and grammys / everyone here is a trophy / and i'm sipping bourbon, the future uncertain, the past on the pavement below me)

wilson (expensive mistakes) by fall out boy (there's nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you)

when the party's over by billie eilish (quiet when i'm coming home and i'm on my own / i could lie / say i like it like that / like it like that)

surrender by walk the moon (and for all the pretty mouths and pretty words that turn me up / i just end up at your house)

begin again by purity ring (my moon, oh, my moon / not even into another eternity / would stop your lovely orbiting)

i wish i had a shatterproof heart (i wish i was more confident / so i wouldn't overthink everything i say / it's not / something i can easily find anywhere, / but i'm not giving up anymore)

lost in the wild by walk the moon (now i'm tracking you into the city / under the pressure of traffic lights / i'm chasing the clues you left me / that you might still join me in the wild)

dance apocalyptic by janelle monae (but i really really wanna thank you / for dancing 'till the end / you found a way to break out / you're not afraid to break out / but i need to know / if the world says it's time to go / tell me, will you freak out?)

fifteen minutes by mike krol (see it's times like these with a change of heart / it was over and done with before we had a start)

coward montblanc by deco*27 (which of us was loved by which? / back then, all those years ago / it's all disappearing, fading away / though i know it's still somewhere deep in here)

catabolic seed by the scary jokes (i'm safe / i'm whole / i've got it under control / i'm safe / i'm whole / i've got it under control / and i will protect you / even if you won't protect me too)

are we still friends by tyler the creator (don't get green skin, keep in contact / don't say goodbye, smell you later / no, i can't / i don't wanna end the season on a bad episode)

[ettadunham]

oooh! hang are you still taking TVD suggestions? I'm sure you got the Katerina episode (tbh I really liked most of season 2). Season 4 is rough because of the Elena siring stuff but I liked 'We'll Always Have Bourbon Street' for the Tyler becomes Alpha stuff. 'The Originals' backdoor pilot because Marcel singing is always GR8. S5 for a lot of Katherine as Human stuff (tend to stop watching after Nadia dies). 'Monster's Ball' & Nadia & Kat deleted scenes.

Thank you!!!!!! I trust your judgement so this is extra helpful 😄

I was planning on starting to skip around after s1, but then I realized that the first part of s2 is mostly Katherine-related, so I stuck around. I actually just finished the Katerina episode... 💖

I'm writing this all up though, at this point, I'm kinda worried that my completionist side will take over and make me go through the whole show... but I'm sure something is bound to happen that will piss me off enough to start to get more selective.

[justtessasworld]

connected | kai parker

Guess who's back?? Btw I'm sorry for the format, Tumblr doesn't allow me to make paragraphs anymore?? Idk why but everytime I post it with paragraphs they're suddenly gone 🤷‍♀️

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In which y/n sees Kai in her dreams.

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“That was a good one!”, y/n laughed.

The young woman was sitting at the table in the kitchen of some house somewhere in Virginia. At least Kai said so.

Said man was sitting in front of her, they were playing some game but he had interrupted it by his corny jokes.

“So what are you up to today?”, y/n asked after her laughter had quieted down.

“Hm, we'll see”, Kai stated, pouring himself a glass of water. “Probably going to watch some TV, steal something from the store down the street. The usual for living alone in a world.”

Y/n sighed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I wish I could be there for you. Be here.” She looked around the room, around this small piece of Kai's prison world she was in.

“Oh, don't you worry! I'm just going to wait till you go to sleep again.”

Y/n chuckled dryly, scratching her fingernail over the table.

“Yes, I know, but I just-”, she stopped abruptly.

Y/n felt the strange pull in her stomach, that weird feeling she still hasn't fully become comfortable with after all these years.

“Is it already time?”, Kai asked, standing up and swiftly walking towards the woman.

Y/n nodded, gripping his arms as her legs grew weak. “I frigging hate this feeling.”

Kai chuckled, holding her waist with one hand.

“See you tomorrow”, he said, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand.

Y/n felt her face grow hot, he was so close to her and he smelled so good and-

“See you tomorrow”, she whispered and then she was gone. Disappearing into thin air.

Y/n groaned annoyed as she stopped the ringing of her alarm. 7 am.

Kicking away her blanket, the young woman pulled the ring on her necklace to the front.

It always fell to the back when she was sleeping.

Turning the ring around in her hand, y/n thought of Kai.

The ring had been his once. All those years ago before he was put into this prison world.

Y/n's grandma had found it in the woods in Portland, where Kai had lost it in the night of his imprisonment.

The ring was her gift from her grandmother at her 14th birthday. And also the reason for her dreams. Or whatever they were. They started a few days after her birthday and just never stopped. At first y/n was scared out of her mind of this strange young man in her dreams, living completely alone in the world and being so incredibly rude too. But after some troubles they really got to know each other and y/n Kai became friends, somehow.

She thought she was crazy when she was younger and she still did, sometimes. But she just couldn't believe that her mind could make up such a realistic person. Y/n never told anyone about her dreams though. Not her family nor her friends, she knew better than to try it, she had watched supernatural movies after all.

Letting the necklace go she stood up, making herself ready for work.

“Elena! How are you?”, y/n exclaimed as she saw the Gilbert sitting in the Grill.

Y/n worked there in the summer to pay off her student loans, just as a few other of her friends.

“I'm fine”, Elena snapped. Wowie, y/n thought, someone was in a bad mood right now.

Elena's gaze softened and she turned to the other young woman. “I'm sorry, y/n. It's just-”

“It's just that Damon and Bonnie are still gone?”, y/n interrupted, she might not be one of Elena's best friends but they got along more than good and so y/n knew about the absence of Elena's boyfriend and her best friend. Even though y/n didn't exactly knew everything.

“Well, Damon's back”, Elena stated. “I'm actually meeting with him here, but Bonnie's still… away.”

The way Elena's said ‘away’ made y/n frown. Bonnie wasn't missing, was she? No, if she really was missing, y/n would know. All of Mystic Falls would know.

“Well I hope she comes home soon”, y/n said, smiling brightly and said goodbye.

On her way to the bar she saw Damon and waved, a small grin forming on his normally frowning face.

After a long day at the Grill and with her friends and studies, y/n was more than happy to change out of her clothes and fall on her bed. Looking at her clock, she saw that it was already 10 pm.

Snuggling into her blankets she clutched her fingers around Kai's ring and fell asleep.

There was the feeling of falling and then suddenly she stood in the same house as last night, the sunlight bathing the dark room in bronze colors.

Turning around, y/n couldn't spot Kai. Hm, normally she would just appear in the same room as him, where was he?

“Kai?”, she shouted, walking into the hall. No answer.

“Malachai? Where are you?”, still no answer.

Without a warning the front door opened, nearly knocking y/n off her feet.

“Hey!”, she cried out taken aback, stepping back a few steps.

“Y/n? What are you already doing here?”, Kai snapped, glancing behind him. What the hell?

“Wow, Kai. I'm happy to see you too”, y/n snarled, putting her hand on her hip and looking at him suspiciously.

“You can't be here right now”, Kai growled, slamming his hand against his head.

Y/n flinched, grabbing his hand and hiding them tightly.

Kai always had the habit of punching his head and everything when something was with her, as if that would make y/n disappear. Because even though they knew each other for years now, Kai still thought that she was just a hallucination, a way of making him feel better in this lonely hell.

“Hey, Kai. Kai!”, she shouted, catching his attention. “You know I hate it when you do that”, she said quietly, her eyes sad. It hurt her so much, when she saw him in pain.

“Kai? Who are you talking too?”, a feminine voice said, standing behind the door. Before y/n could react the woman walked into the hall, looking at Kai and then at her.

Y/n knew the woman. It was-

“Bonnie?”

“Y/n?!“

Gasping y/n sat up in her bed. Fuck, her head hurt. In all these years of having these dreams she never had left them this abruptly, being more like pushed out of them than slowly pulled out.

What the hell happened?

She saw Bonnie and then she suddenly woke up. Oh God, Bonnie! Her shirt had been full of blood and she'd looked like hell. And most importantly she had been in Kai's prison world. Kai had told her that he was there because of murdering his family (with which y/n was still not comfortable with), so what had Bonnie done to get imprisoned there?

Or was she accidentally there?

Glancing at her clock, y/n saw that it was only midnight yet. Not too late to hit up Elena.

Standing in front of the massive Salvatore mansion, y/n snuggled more into her warm jacket and ringed the bell.

She had picked up Elena here a few weeks ago, the two of them wanting to go shopping with Caroline.

Now she was waiting for someone to open up, Elena or one of the Salvatores, she didn't care.

The door opened and y/n saw Damon, looking annoyed at her with an open shirt. Apparently y/n interrupted Elena's and Damon's sexy time.

Y/n smiled shyly. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to talk to Elena.”

The vampire looked at her sceptically.

“It's about Bonnie.”

“So you saw her in your dreams?”, Elena asked slowly.

Y/n nodded slightly, maybe it wasn't the best idea, now they probably did think she was mental.

“And in your dreams you are in a prison world with Kai?”

Y/n nodded again.

“How do you know that psycho-boy?”, Damon looked at her closely.

“Psycho-boy? Do you know him?”, y/n asked surprised, turning to him.

“I was in that prison world with him for months. I only escaped alone because your murder-boyfriend shot Bonnie in the stomach!”, the man spat, his face furious.

Y/n gaped at him. “No, he- he wouldn't do that”, the woman whispered, then cringing.

“Well, he did kill his family, so… “, Elena mumbled and y/n frowned. She was right, though.

“How do we get her out of there?”, Damon asked annoyed.

“Well-”, y/n interrupted Elena. “What do you mean ‘her’? We have to get both of them out of there!”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no”, Damon laughed pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“We won't help that psycho-murderer get out of there!”

“But-”

“No!”

Y/n frowned deeply.

“Well, I don't know how to get anyone out of there”, y/n snapped, “so I'll get going.”

She stood up, taking her coat from the couch.

“You may not know a way but you can help us with the witchy-woo”, Damon said.

Y/n turned around to the two of them. “Witchy-woo?”, she asked.

“Well yeah, or whatever you witches call your magic.”

“Damon, I don't think-”

“You- you think I'm a witch?”, y/n spluttered.

Damon nodded confused. Elena rubbed her temples.

“I'm not a witch!”, y/n laughed hysterically, “We're not in some kind of fairy tale!”

“Y/n, you have to have realized that these dreams aren't normal”, Elena said in a soft voice. “They're pretty common for witches.”

“I mean, of course I know that it's not normal, but I'm not--I'm not a witch.”

Y/n shook her head vehemently. “If I'm a witch, what are you? Vampires?”

Elena and Damon went silent, looking at each other.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me”, y/n groaned, having to sit down again. “I'm in a damn Twilight fanfiction.”

It had been a week now since y/n found out about the supernatural world. And her probably being a witch. They couldn't confirm it yet, y/n couldn't actually use her ‘magic’ specifically but Elena and Damon and all the other vampires, y/n had met this week (well she did already know them, she just never knew that they weren't human) were sure that was a witch.

God, it felt so weird, saying that. Her, a witch.

There's also been another weird thing. In this whole week y/n had never dreamed of Kai. Not once. Sleeping, actually sleeping and not spending time with Kai, was strange for her.

It was like he didn't want her there, with him. As if he pushed her away.

Y/n awoke, in the middle of the night again, she had slept, like a normal human being but it felt wrong.

She grabbed the ring, thumbing it around.

“Kai, please, let me in”, she whispered, near tears. She couldn't sleep and not being able to dream of him, to be with him with her visions, she didn't just feel like she couldn't relax she felt like she had lost her best friend.

Crying out, y/n pulled off her necklace, throwing it into her room.

She couldn't sleep that night.

A few weeks later, y/n was walking home from the Salvatores, having spend the whole day trying to find a way to use her powers, as she saw a man standing on her front pouch.

“Can I help you?”, she shouted, pulling her keys out of her jacket.

The man turned around and y/n let go of her keys, clanking down to the ground.

That tall frame, dark hair, these dark intense eyes. Malachai Parker.

Y/n gasped, looking at him shocked.

Kai smiled. “Hello, love.”

The young woman cried out, letting her bag fall to the ground and running towards him.

He laughed deeply as she threw her arms around of him, picking her up. Her legs wrapping around his waist.

Kai sighed, burying his face into her hair.

“Why! Why would you keep me out? I was so worried, I thought- I-”, y/n sobbed, clutching his back.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry”, Kai mumbled, squeezing her thigh.

She looked at him, into these deep brown eyes. God, they were shining and so full of emotion. Her smooth hands stroked his jaw, up to his hair, pushing some strands back. He was so handsome and he was here.

“I can't believe you're here”, she whispered, fingernails lightly scratching his neck.

He nodded, his nose nearly touching hers.

Suddenly she was more than aware of their closeness, her legs around his middle, their faces only inches apart, his grip on her thigh.

Y/n breathed shallowly, her gaze flicking to his lips, just as his did the same.

Both of them flinched as the sound of a horn echoed from the street.

Y/n coughed slightly, awkwardly getting off of Kai.

The man grumbled something quietly.

“Let's- let's just go in”, y/n mumbled, picking up her stuff and walking to her apartment, making sure not to meet his eyes.

He was hot on her heels, following her into the small apartment y/n was able to afford.

They had spoken about that exact home once in one of her visions, Kai had never listened that closely. He was happy he did, otherwise he wouldn't have found her.

“Home sweet home”, y/n chuckled, shrugging out of her jacket.

She walked into the kitchen, drinking some water.

Kai appeared in the door frame, leaning against it.

“Love”, he started.

“How are you here? Why are you here? Why didn't I have these dreams the last weeks? You once said you're a witch? Are you a witch? Am I a witch? Elena and Damon said so but-”, y/n rambled.

Kai laughed lowly. “Breathe, y/n, breathe.”

Y/n nodded, sitting down.

“I'm going to explain everything later”, the young man said, walking to where y/n was sitting.

“But firstly I have to get some magic.” Right, y/n thought, she remembered that he was a siphoner and now being in the real world again, he could get magic again.

“Right, of course. I don't know how, though.”

Kai kneeled down in front of her, gently grabbing her wrists.

“Let me try something, that way we also find out if you really are a witch.”

Kai watched her closely. Y/n nodded, she trusted him with her life.

His grip on her wrists tightened and a hot feeling shot through them. It traveled up her arms and spread out until her whole body was hot and prickled.

“Kai”, she moaned, her body growing weak.

He stopped abruptly, letting go of her and nearly falling on the floor, his eyes dark with ecstasy.

“Y/n”, he groaned. “Well now we're sure you're a witch.”

“Why?”, she asked, slumped again the chair.

“Because I just took a bit of your magic and you have more magic than any other witch I've ever known.”

“If you want to stay you can take the bed”, y/n said, putting their dinner in the fridge.

They had spent the entire afternoon with talking, catching up with what happened in the last weeks.

Kai nodded thankfully.

“Elena called, they found Bonnie but they don't know where you are.”

Y/n felt bad for lying to Elena but she didn't want the vampires to do anything to Kai.

"Thank you", the siphoner smiled softly. "And I can take the couch if you don't mind."

"OK", the young woman whispered, turning to her bedroom door. "Goodnight, Malachai."

"Goodnight, love."

Y/n was a light sleeper, so when she started to hear mumbling from the living room she was nearly instantly awake.

"Please- I- father, please", a voice groaned loudly. Kai.

Y/n slowly stood up. He had to have a nightmare. He told her about those years ago. Moments of his childhood when his family would punish him for, well, living.

"Kai?", she called out, standing at the door. The young man was laying on her couch, his tall frame nearly to much for the small couch. He was withering under the thin blanket, hands gripping the sheets, his face sweaty and hair clinging to his forehead.

"Let me go- I'm sorry- please don't- father, please, why-", he muttered, feet kicking away the blanket.

"Kai, hey, Kai!", y/n said loudly, sitting down next to him and touching his chest.

"Kai, wake up, Kai!", she shouted, she couldn't see him like that, it hurt.

Gasping, Kai sat up, his chest heaving and his eyes scanning the room disoriented.

"It's okay, it's okay", y/n mumbled like a mantra, hugging him close.

Kai sobbed lowly, gripping her waist and pulling her even closer.

"Oh God", he groaned quietly, his body calming down slowly.

She let him go after he calmed down mostly, still holding his hands.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", y/n asked, watching him closely.

He shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"Where-", he cleared his throat, "Where is my ring", he was looking at her neck where his ring would normally hang since she was 14.

"Oh that. I- I'm sorry, I took it off when you didn't let me in anymore. I was so angry and worried.", y/n whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry that I did that, I only pushed you out for a few days and after that you never appeared anymore. I was worried sick, myself. Ask Bonnie, I was really grumpy the last weeks", he muttered and y/n laughed quietly.

"It's OK", she said, "And I'm sorry for taking off the necklace."

Kai smiled, squeezing her waist.

She was sitting nearly on top of him and when she realized that, she blushed.

"Oh, shit, sorry", she whispered, making a move to stand up again.

Kai shook his head, pulling her back so that she sat in his lap.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Oh God they were so close.

His arm wrapping around her waist, he pulled her even closer, their chests touching.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her cheeks rosy and her hair falling out of her braid.

Kai smiled softly, his hand touching her neck and cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful", he mumbled leaning towards her and before she knew it their lips touched.

Y/n moaned lowly, her hands gripping his shirt. Angling her head, she kissed back, slipping her tongue between his lips.

Kai's grip around her waist tightened, his hand teasing her braid.

His kiss turned more passionate, her hand clawing at his back, his neck.

"Fuck", Kai gasped as he pulled away, his eyes nearly black.

Y/n nodded shakingly, her lips swollen.

"I've waited so long for this", he chuckled, pecking her lips. Y/n grinned heartily, closing the gap again.

They were finally together.

~

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I posted 1,331 times in 2021

154 posts created (12%)

1177 posts reblogged (88%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7.6 posts.

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#youtube - 15 posts

#the power of the dog - 9 posts

#i'll be in my bunk - 8 posts

#rupert graves - 7 posts

#go fug yourself - 6 posts

#martin freeman - 6 posts

#covid - 5 posts

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#i'm guessing the dark haired lady's cello cost more than my house did

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

A post on CDAN sent me down a Freddie Mercury Sings Opera rabbithole and man am I glad it did.

19 notes • Posted 2021-07-24 00:08:11 GMT

#4

Dear Good Omens Fandom;

XOXO,

The Sherlock Fandom

26 notes • Posted 2021-06-29 22:20:59 GMT

#3

33 years ago last week.

LOOK AT THESE BABIES

36 notes • Posted 2021-08-18 20:05:12 GMT

#2

I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

63 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 03:10:12 GMT

#1

So the reports are trickling in about the damage Ida wreaked on the Louisiana coast. I'm guessing that not far behind will be the "Why don't we just let New Orleans go? Why do people stay there?"

I must admit after Katrina I had those same thoughts.

Then I moved there. I can't begin to claim NOLA roots, I don't say I'm "from" there, but I do often say I'm "of" there.

It's so much more than Bourbon Street and boob flashing and day drinking and "Throw me somethin, Mister!" It's "How's ya mom n'em?" and "Heyyyy Mama! How YOU doin?" and "Didya eat yet?"

It's being able to tell someone from out of town that there's always music by Dat Dog on Frenchman, that the museum's sculpture garden is worth the trip on the streetcar (the red one, not the green one) and if you take the green one til it turns, you'll get to the Camellia Grill and one of the best po'boys in town. (Harry's. But I'm partial to the gravy.)

And it's more.

As the inimitable Chris Rose put it: “We dance even if there's no radio. we drink at funerals. we talk too much & laugh too loud & live too large, and, frankly, we're suspicious of others who don't.”

In fact, if you're still wondering why people keep returning to the place where the sea and the sky and the lake continually conspire to kill them, I recommend reading Chris Rose's book: "1 Dead in Attic." (https://tinyurl.com/kbn3hc94)

And then read "Why New Orleans Matters" by Tom Piazza. (https://tinyurl.com/txww7e8d)

And then read "Porches on Parade: How House Floats Saved New Orleans." (https://www.pediment.com/products/porches-on-parade-hardcover-book)

And then come on over. We'll have some breakfast and talk about dinner. I got the chicory coffee right here.

90 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 04:37:07 GMT

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