“ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”

"Hayley, my love, I'm not a plebeian. We will compel someone to fetch us whatever we like like a normal, proper household. That stove incident was nothing but a scientific venture you promised to never mention again. Besides, I’ve been watching the videos. Our kitchen is perfectly safe.”

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 There was just so much time together the whole family could spend together before they started calling the attention of people. They did this every couple of years, when the kids ‘left for college’ and their parents took a well deserved vacation. Separating from each other for a couple more years, keeping in touch through letters, texts and calls. She was in Spain now, getting familiar with the streets she had walked all those centuries ago. 

 She had had the vision a couple of hours ago, Hayley Marshall and Demetri coming to Spain, looking for her. Alice had never expected Aro to give up on his attempts to get her to join the Volturi Guard, but this was a pleasant surprise. She hadn’t had the chance to meet Hayley just yet, aside from what her visions had told her and it ignited a curiosity inside of her for this new approach.

 The coffee shop she was waiting for them in was quiet and even from here she could hear Jasper just fine from where he was keeping his distance. They’d feel him, hear him too, she knew. But Alice figured maybe this way they wouldn’t come off as hostile. Though truly, she doubted she ever did. A smile reached her lips with ease as she brought her cup to her lips. “ I’ve been waiting for you, I do have to say, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” she looks up at the other vampire, letting her eyes rest for a second on the second figure in front of her. “ Demetri.”

@fightforsomethingbetter​ sent: “oh my god, what happened to you?” For JJ to show up injured and looking for help. 

“I’m a Federal Agent.” JJ’s wobbly on her feet, holding her badge in bloodied, shaky hands where the woman can see it when she opens the door. “FBI. My name is ..... Jennifer. I’m sorry--” she wants to explain that she’s sorry for the intrusion, sorry to show up at this woman’s house in the bayou very clearly trespassing, sorry for the blood that she’s trailed all the way up her porch or whatever danger her sudden apperance may cause. But she’s woozy, barely standing. There’s a gash on her head that’s dripped blood down her face, into her left eye. And somewhere on her leg is a gash so big JJ had barely been able to look at it. Another on her arm, torn through her shirt. Bites. She can remember something that felt like a dog -- a big dog -- teeth, and gnashing and then -- “I was -- there was something in the woods.” She leans heavily on the door frame. “I’m a Federal Agent,” she repeats again, although her badge and the F-B-I written in block letters on her kevlar vest probably make that clear. “We were investigating some murders in the woods. I just -- my phone’s dead. I need to call my team. Can I please just use your phone, ma’am?”

She leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a second, before opening to meet her mothers. Belle’s known, since she was a little girl and they first came back to New Orleans, that she would ALWAYS be different, would always have Mikaelson problems dodging her steps, trying to use her to get to her sister. (Even her curse works differently because of them) but she’s NEVER held that against her mom.

“This isn’t your fault. You didn’t ask for ANY of this.” No one has tried harder than Hayley Marshall-Kenner, it’s an irrefutable fact of the universe: the sky is blue, the Quarter is always bustling and full of life, and their mom would do ANYTHING if it meant keeping her daughters safe. (She left her PACK for Hope’s safety)

“I love you, mom. NO ONE could have done this better than you.”

✧ continued from here! // @fightforsomethingbetter

hayley and kol | @fightforsomethingbetter  ( + starter )

      Kol had never paid much real attention to his family’s love interests. They came and they went, almost as if they, themselves, were part of the ever shifting environment. Plus, the Mikaelsons tended to break those who decided to love and trust them, whether it be intentional or not. 

      He supposed there was Marcel, one of his little sister’s long term love escapades, but that situation was very different; strange if he really thought about it. No, there was only one person who had stood out, and that was Hayley Marshall. Mother of Nik’s child, whatever it was she that she had going on with Elijah, and now, partner in crime with Kol. 

      The shift in dynamic had happened when Hope had died. The whole family had suffered the consequences, be it direct or indirect. Whilst he certainly felt something, it had not been the catastrophic loss for him as it had been for others. Perhaps it was his inability to properly show his emotions, maybe he could no longer feel what he was supposed to after all of these years, nonetheless, Kol had continued to live like he always had; carefree, reckless, violent. Only now, he had someone to tag along.

      Sure, he couldn’t provide Hayley with words of comfort or platitudes, but he had managed to offer her a way to take her mind off things, an escape. At first, he had been slightly taken aback by her willingness to join him in  little killing sprees. Now, he found himself rather enjoying her company, and was becoming ever more aware of what his brother’s saw in her.   

      It had been a few days since their last feeding frenzy and that had to be rectified, for both of their sakes. Kol needed to fill his desire for chaos and relieve his boredom, and Hayley, well, he was yet to really figure her out. For now, the simple fact that she was willing to participate was enough. “I’m long overdue some fun. What do you say, darling?”

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Rebekah had already risked a lot by meeting with the Alpha that ran the pack on this side of Chicago. But meeting with the Alpha’s cousin in secret after not getting what she wanted? She was leaving a dangerous amount to chance, but the alternative– doing nothing but hope– was just as risky and without the autonomy. Yet, Rebekah doubted she would walk away completely empty-handed this time. It was the memory of the woman’s expression when her cousin talked over her that drove Rebekah across town, cloche hat worn low on her brow and daylight ring on her finger– the only item on her that would give a clue to her immortal status. To the authorities, she was a model citizen of Prohibition-era Chicago. To anyone else, they knew she was anything but once the sun set on the city. Yes, Chicago was the perfect home to follow New Orleans, to jazz as well as Rebekah and Klaus Mikaelson. But that was what worried her. With everything that migrated from New Orleans to Chicago, she was nervous that her sins would be next.

Coming up to the apartment door, she knocked and waited patiently for an answer. When the door swung open, Rebekah’s lips curled into a half-smile, half-smirk. “Hayley, isn’t it? You remember me. Rebekah Mikaelson. I have a proposition for you.” Something in her gut told her that the werewolf would be of a like-mind to her own. Perhaps she’d have to tease that out of her, but it would be well worth the work. “Are you alone?”

More shout outs for those of you I adore and have not yet gotten to love as much as I should. But you’re still very important to me and here’s why!

@ofuntoldstories - Jennifer, you are such a positive presence on the dash. Thank you for always being kind and supportive and for FINALLY giving me the Shelby and Juliette drama I’ve always needed. 

@apairofdimes - LOVE i think we’re kindred spirits a little. I’m so glad I found your blog the other day. It feels like you’re a secret old time friend and I can’t wait for us to write!

@pepperpxtts - I just wanted you to know how grateful I am to have you on my dash. Your presence is so warm, and you’re always reaching out, being supportive and interacting with people which I think is so so important. Thank you and Happy Valentine’s Day!

@nancydrcw - Lyns! Idk if you know this but everything you do is beautiful. I love following your blog and reading about Nancy. We have to get our girls solving mysteries ASAP. 

@dannyreese - THE OTHER JJ. You’re such an angel. And such a fantastic writer I know we don’t have things going right now but when we do, I always enjoy the shit out of them. Stay awesome. 

@fightforsomethingbetter - Have I told you lately how admirable I think it is the way you just discovered the RPC recently and slammed right in there with bravery and brilliant writing? How very Hayley marshall of you. I’m thrilled we get to write together and miss seeing you on my dash! Happy Valentine’s Day!

@swallowedblood - I know we’ve gotten caught up in me being terrible at social interaction and plotting this month but please know you’re just one of those mutuals I always feel like I vibe with. JJ is going to love Bi ASAP you just watch. 

@auntiezelda - I CAN NOT BELIEVE You’ve been my love all along and didn’t tell me. I was so fucking delighted when you said so the other day. I hope every time we run into each other it can be the same delightful response. Thank you for always putting up with my crazy.