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Nony Bear’s 200 Followers Sleepover!!!

Hi everyone! I am wanted to say thank you so much again and that all of the support everyone has given me means the entire world to me. I know I’m still a small blog, and 200 followers may not seem like a lot to other people, but it means a lot to me, and that’s why I wanted to have a sleepover celebration! I’ve never done anything like this before, but I am so so so excited!

The sleepover will be on Saturday, February 13th, 2021, and will start around 9 pm EST.

During the sleepover, I will be answering any, and all ask that I receive about quite literally anything. I have made a little list of ideas for asks and things we could do, but the floor is all of yours!!! (All ideas are open to both SFW and NSWF concepts!)

Chris Evans Ships: Tell me a little bit about yourself, and I’ll tell you what Chris Evans character I ship you with.

MCU Ships: Tell me a little bit about yourself, and I’ll tell you what Marvel Cinematic Universe character I ship you with.

Drabbles: Send me an idea, and I’ll write a few sentences or so about it.

Made Up Titles: Send me a title for a fic, and I’ll tell you what I would write about.

Would You Rather: Send me two things and I’ll tell you which I would choose.

Assumptions About Me: Tell me what you think I’m like in real life, and I will confirm or deny.

Advice / Rants: If you’re going through something and want to chat, I’ll do my best to help you through it.

Ask Me Anything: If you want to get to know me better, ask away! Anything about my personality, my life, my opinions on anything, etc. I’d especially love talking about Chris and characters, marvel, and little space type stuff!

I can’t wait to see what you guys send in and to celebrate with you all!!! Thank you so much so everything again!

Late Arrival

The front door slammed shut, followed quickly by a frighteningly familiar shout. "Dad?"

Eyes wide, Caroline froze in his lap, her thighs almost painfully tight in their grip on his hips. Her lips parted to say something, but Klaus quickly pressed a hand over her mouth. It wouldn't do to be caught in flagrante delicto against the picture window of his studio. When she glared, he could only give an apologetic shrug before flashing them both to the relative safety of his bedroom. Even then, he wouldn't let her speak, which only made her glare more deadly.

He held a silencing finger to his mouth and hurriedly dressed, rushing out to meet Hope before she could come looking for him. The Italian palazzo was far removed from society and his family's usual haunts for a reason, making it the perfect destination for a spur-of-the-moment vacation hideaway; for his daughter to track him down despite the obvious ploy for privacy, he was more than a bit concerned. "Hope," he called, finding her in the kitchen. "What's wrong? I thought you were in France with your aunt."

It was a meticulously planned shopping distraction, one that Bekah would pay for cutting short if he couldn't mollify the angry vampire waiting for him upstairs.

"Nothing's wrong," Hope sighed, pulling his attention back to her. "But she found herself a boyfriend, and I figured I had better ways to spend my spring break than as a third wheel. I know you were isolating for some artistic inspiration or whatever, but I was hoping you wouldn't mind a roommate? I'll be super quiet, I promise."

Rubbing a hand through his hair, Klaus gave a conflicted huff. "Well-"

"Hey, Hope." Caroline popped into the kitchen like it was completely normal to be in his space, her appearance perfectly respectable and put together - a far cry from the torn lingerie and full body blush he'd left her in. She gave him a wide berth as she made her way to the fridge, pulling out two water bottles and handing one to Hope. "I didn't realize you were on break. How's UCLA?"

The arch of her brow was the only sign of surprise, but she took the question in stride. "It's fine, if a little sunnier than I was prepared for. I didn't realize you were here." She turned to Klaus, barely biting back a smile. "Isolating for artistic inspiration? Really? I'm a big girl, you know. You can just say you want quality time with your girlfriend."

Klaus started to argue, but Caroline cut him off. "Not his girlfriend." They had yet to come to an agreement on what they were, but that was a conversation to be had later. "I'm just here scouting for new consultants for the school. Your dad was nice enough to lend me a room while I negotiate terms."

"Sure," Hope said, her tone far from convinced. "So much for not being a third wheel."

"Not at all," Caroline insisted before Klaus could come up with a better plan. "Actually, I would love you join me when I talk to some of the witches on my list. It's hard to say no to a successful alum, especially if you put those big eyes of yours to work. What do you say?" She glanced back to where he stood, daring him to contradict her.

But he just held up his hands, more than a little charmed at watching how well they got along. He nodded to Hope, who seemed almost shy. 

"Fine, that sounds fun," she said, grateful. "I should unpack."

They both waved her off with a smile, neither of which fell when she left them alone. Caroline even started laughing. "Oh, this is why we're not having the girlfriend conversation," she reminded herself. "Because like hell am I going through that again with my girls. That was mortifying."

Tugging her to stand closer, Klaus dropped his lips to her ear and whispered low enough that Hope wouldn't hear from upstairs. "I've never had the rooms soundproofed," he explained. "It seems I will need to rectify that."

"You can be patient," she flirted back just as quietly. "However long it takes, right?" With a light kiss, she danced out of his reach to help with the unpacking, loudly complaining about the state of Hope's luggage and promising to teach her the proper way to pack a carry-on.

I mean, this is just me celebrating another millestone! 

But for real though guys, I gotta admit- it was my tiny, little dream to cross the magical line of 3k followers by the end of September and OH BOI YOU DID IT!

Words can’t describe how thankful I am! Really it means a lot to me even if it may seem silly to a lot of you! Thank you guys so much!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3

You’re the bestest of the best!

Meet the Family

Rebekah could feel her lips pucker like she tasted something sour. If anything, it was bitterness that flooded her mouth at the sight of Caroline Forbes in a dress that should have been hers. Nik had taken to collected wardrobes full of clothes for her over the decades she was daggered, a belated apology for daggering her in the first place; the gauzy blue number had to come from him, there was no way Miss Mystic Falls had the wherewithal to order such a thing for herself.

Her eyes fell to the wrist where Nik pressed a gallant kiss, distracted by the glint of a- "You gave her the czarina's bracelet?" she accused in a seething whisper, knowing full well he heard it across the crowded ballroom. 

When the little harlot raised an eyebrow, he dared to glare at her. "Enough, Bekah," he murmured as he pulled the girl toward the dance floor. "Enjoy the party."

Though she let Matt haltingly ask her to dance and lead her to position, Rebekah's attention was fully on the way Nik watched his partner. Suspicion gave way to horror. 

He liked her.

.

"Isn't she stunning?"

Kol watched the curls bounce against her back as she strode out of the bar, and he didn't bother to stifle a smile. "She certainly looks good walking away from you."

When Nik drained his glass and quickly followed her, Kol's amusement turned contemplative. The baby vampire wasn't entirely unaffected, as much as she tried to pretend she was. He'd seen his brother seek his pleasure across the centuries, even growing attached at times, to mixed results. 

But had he seen him chase so seemingly insignificant a girl without a care for those who might be watching? Nik's paranoia had gotten him daggered too many times not to feel slighted that it finally dissipated for some passing fancy. 

Sipping at his drink, though, Kol wondered if maybe she was something more.

.

"Why are you going to Mystic Falls?"

Niklaus didn't look up from his preparations to leave, grabbing an envelope from his desk and tucking it into his jacket. "Never you mind, I'll be back tomorrow." But he frowned, like he wished he weren't planning such a short trip.

Unsure what to make of his ever secretive brother, Elijah sighed. "You have responsibilities here," he told him.

"And I'll be back tomorrow," he bit out in return.

"Please tell me you aren't antagonizing the Salvatores. The last thing we need is for them to follow you to New Orleans and put the child in danger."

Letting out a slow breath, Niklaus appeared dejected in a way he didn't understand. "I merely have a prior arrangement that must be honored," he finally explained. "Trust me, no one will find out about..." He still hadn't come to terms with the news, it seemed. "Anyway, please keep me abreast of any developments on Marcel's schemes."

"Or Hayley's health?"

His chest heaved at the reminder. "Or that."

It was some time after he left that Rebekah breezed into the compound, wondering at his sudden absence. When Elijah mentioned Mystic Falls, her undignified snort was immediate. "Of course he went, the pitiful wanker."

Elijah didn't follow. "Went where?"

Pouring herself a drink, she rolled her eyes. "To the graduation ceremony. I only hope he means to leave her behind when he returns," she whined. "I just got the smell of small-town sadness out of my clothes."

Her? "Surely, he'd prefer Elena to reside safely in relative secrecy."

"That's rich. I'm sure the doppelgänger will have no problem attracting trouble whether Nik is there to cause it or not. But that's not who I was talking about." Elijah waited patiently for her to continue, only to receive a shocked look in answer. "You really don't know," Rebekah realized. "Caroline."

"The Forbes girl?" He remembered the plan to use the girl against her mother, to gain the sheriff's cooperation. That was ages ago, though. 

Rebekah just laughed. "Oh, no wonder you haven't gotten Nik to pay attention to the wolf." Still laughing, she made her way up to her quarters, leaving Elijah to consider what he'd just learned.

Maybe

She stared at the town line, waiting for what had to be a mirage of him to fade. When it didn't, Caroline threw her hands in the air. "It's been, like, three months. You couldn't keep a promise for longer than three months?"

Klaus just smirked and turned back to his game of tossing rocks against the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign. She bristled at the little dents she could see in the wood, but knew better than to argue; she'd just get him to sign a big check to the Founders' Council to replace it. "I received the most interesting call," he started without looking at her again. "Something about the Other Side disintegrating, Bonnie and Damon dying, and magic ceasing to exist within the confines of our hometown."

Her heart squeezed at the mention of Bonnie, as well as the reminder of the hell that day had been - almost literally. "I'm handling it."

"The most interesting part about the call," Klaus continued, finally meeting her eyes with a too knowing gaze, "was that it didn't come from you."

Pressing her lips together, Caroline could feel the tears welling behind her eyes. "You have your own life," she answered softly. "We agreed-"

"That'd I'd let you live the human life you crave, with a large disclaimer for the day you might want more," he clarified. 

A blush heated her face, and for once, she was glad her mom was always late to their picnics. She really didn't need another witness to the emotions Klaus freaking Mikaelson managed to inspire within her. Swallowing the sudden thickness in her throat, she met his penetrating look with some honesty of her own. "I'm trying to handle it."

Nodding, Klaus gently took the blanket from under her arm and shook it out over the grass. "Allow me to help," he murmured, helping her unpack the basket she'd brought. The surprising domesticity hardly covered the intensity of his voice. "Please."

"Fine," she sighed, more than a little relieved he seemed happy to share the burden she'd been dealing with alone for far too long. Settling on the blanket next to him, she slapped his hand away from the basket. "The food is for my mom, and you are leaving before she gets here," she warned. Still, she managed a smile for him, her brow furrowing. "Who the hell called you anyway?"

His nose wrinkled like he smelled something foul. "Alaric. I'd much prefer hearing from you in the future, sweetheart."

Caroline shook her head, unfairly delighted by the pet name. "Let's just focus on this for now."

"Whatever you say," he promised, his elbow occasionally bumping against her arm. "Tell me what you've found out so far."

And she did, grateful to have some - his - help. Maybe she could amend the promise she'd pulled from him that afternoon in the woods. 

fic: resonant

Resonant: Run

When Bonnie finally opened her front door, Caroline frantically ran past her and started for the bedroom. “Whoa, hey, what the hell happened to you? What are you wearing?!”

She barely glanced down to the ill-fitting clothes she’d stolen off one of the guards Klaus had patrolling the mansion where she’d been held captive. Wings were cool and all, in theory, but they - and the tail - had shredded the dress she wore for her date. Instead, she focused on tossing whatever Bonnie had laying around into a large purse she found sitting by the bed. “Dump your underwear drawer in here, too,” she warned. “I don’t know how long we’ll have to hide.”

“Hide, what- Care!”

With a heavy sigh, Caroline didn’t let her hands pause. She had to get Bonnie to safety. “My super hot date that had great potential? Yeah, combustible potential. It was freaking Klaus Mikaelson, and now he’s gunning for you. Well, me, but via you.”

Eyes wide at the obvious panic and absolute truth in her voice, and all too aware of the danger Klaus posed, Bonnie quickly got with the packing program. “Here, I have some of your things, too. He’s part wolf, right? He might be tracking your scent. You need to change.”

Caroline did as she said, slipping into the familiar leggings and hoodie. She hadn’t noticed Bonnie’s pause until she felt eyes on her bare back. “What is it?”

“What did he do to you?” Bonnie asked faintly, horrified. Her fingers lifted to either side of her spine, dragging down the burning ache of where her wings had sprouted. Looking over her shoulder, she saw deep scars that appeared otherwise healed, the edges of which held just the slightest sheen of blue scales. “Caroline, what the hell?”

Her tongue felt too big for her mouth, fear overwhelming her. “I’m apparently a dragon-shifter and Klaus kidnapped me to join his army, or him, or- I don’t know, his motives are still fuzzy to me. All I know is that I accidentally hoarded you and will shift into an actual dragon to protect you. I managed to control the shift enough to escape, but I don’t think he’s going to just let me go, so-”

“You would be right about that, sweetheart.”

The fire flooded her veins again at seeing Klaus in the doorway, his eyes like steel on her. She was prepared to shift and attack again, but it was Bonnie who stepped forward, her hand raised as she muttered some incantation. Unfortunately, Klaus only smirked at the distraction. “I’ve learned my lesson on witches, love. “Your magic won’t breach the charms I’ve had embedded into my skin, and I suggest you stop trying.”

“Don’t,” Caroline snarled, tugging Bonnie to stand behind her. “You don’t get to touch her.”

Oh, but his eyes burned at that. With possession or delight - maybe both - she couldn’t tell. “What are you going to do about it?”

She centered her breathing, and desperately tried to latch onto the power beneath her skin. Her eyes never dropped from his. “Bonnie, do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer was immediate, and god, she loved her best friend.

Klaus’s smirk fell into a glower, anger thrumming between them. “I will find you,” he warned, clawed hands already reaching for her-

But she was shifting, tearing through the clothes she’d just put on and praying Bonnie caught on fast enough to hitch a ride out the window. Her dragon was small, but strong, and it was enough to land them safely on the ground. Fortunately, Bonnie’s car wasn’t far and more susceptible to magic than Klaus seemed to be.

It felt like they zoomed away at a rocket’s pace, and hopefully the enhanced engine would outrun a hybrid. Bonnie kept glancing back to where she reclined across the back seat, still blue and huffing out smoke. “Where do we go?”

Caroline shook her toothy head before laying down entirely; all she knew was that they had to keep running.