Florist au where Klaus walks into Caroline’s flower shop and requests to buy a dozen flower for his wife, and in the card asks to writes something hella cheesy in that klausian way but heartfelt that just shows how entirely in love he is, Caroline does so all blushing and giggly because she uh...is the wife
Okay, this is not what you wanted but this is where my brain went. Drunk drabbles. Prompt here.
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"Hi, April! Just calling to let you know that I have three options for your centerpieces here at the shop, so if you could just give me a call back and we can figure out a time for you to drop by and look at them, that would be great. I can also email you pictures, but in my experience the colors don't show quite right that way. Anyway, give me a call back," Caroline chirped, rattling off the store's number and hanging up, setting the phone back in the cradle with a sigh. She used to love designing centerpieces for weddings, but since her own marriage had gone sour, it was just a reminder of how happy she had been, and how miserable she was now.
She sighed as the bell above the door tinkled and looked up to see the last person she ever thought would cross the doorway of her shop. Her husband looked as good as ever, his blonde curls a bit messy the way she liked them best, his stubble just beginning to come through enough to be rakishly handsome. Klaus had clearly just come from work, judging by his outfit, and he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he looked at her, drinking in her face. She frowned, sticking her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here?"
He cleared his throat, walking further into the shop. "I'm here to purchase some flowers, actually."
She narrowed her eyes. Was this some kind of new power play? Was he seeing someone and wanted to rub it in her face? It didn't seem like his M.O. He'd been really careful so far to leave as many doors, windows, and chimneys open as possible for her to come back through if she changed her mind. There had been something comforting about that, that he still wanted her even after she'd bulldozed through mediation with outrageous demands and as many petty shots as she could take. He'd given in to the temptation to respond, of course, but his witty retorts were never personal and infuriatingly tame. It always just made her madder.
But he got sick of it, it seemed like, and now he was going on the offensive, taking shots at her where he knew it would hurt. She hated to be second-best to anyone, hated the idea of not being enough. That was why she'd filed for divorce in the first place, after all. Klaus had put work before her way too many times for it to feel like anything less than him trying to escape her, and sure, maybe she was taking it a little personally, but it felt personal, and she wasn't going to be in a relationship--in a marriage--where she was sleeping alone six out of seven nights a week because he was crashing on the couch in his office!
And now he'd probably found someone naive and young and willing to wait around for him to come home and entertain him when he had little bits of time between meetings, and he'd come to rub it in her face that she wouldn't do that for him. But she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of seeing her hurt, she decided. She tossed her hair and walked over to the register to wait for him to select a bouquet. "Fine. What do you want?"
He selected a beautiful bouquet of dahlias, zinnias, and miniature vines, one of her favorites that she'd ever designed (of course he was going to ruin that for her too) and brought it to the register. She rung it up, her nails clicking angrily on the register. "Do you want a message with that?" she bit out.
"Yes, actually."
"Do you want it typed and printed, or do you want a blank card to write it yourself?"
"Typed, please, love."
He was going to make her type the stupid letter, too? Her cheeks flushed in annoyance, but she turned to the computer and waited for him to dictate.
"Okay. I'm ready."
"You're the most important thing in my life," Klaus said quietly, his voice tight. She swallowed, glaring at the screen as she began to type. "I've always known that from the moment I met you, and I wish I'd made that clearer to you. I put in my two weeks notice today. I love you, and I was foolish to let you believe even for a moment you weren't worth everything to me."
Her eyes snapped up to look at him, and she felt tears prick at her eyes. Oh, so this new girl was enough for him to finally quit his hellish job? One that he hadn't wanted to give up, even for her? Even when their marriage had been on the line? They hadn't even signed the papers yet, and he already found someone he was that invested in?
That hurt.
He was silent, watching her as she finished typing, and she cleared her throat. "Who should I make it out to?" she asked, going back to glaring at her computer screen. He let out a noise that sounded like a half-laugh-half-scoff, and she turned around to glare at him. "What?"
He was looking at her like she had grown three heads. "My wife," he said, as though it should have been obvious. "You. I left the firm for you."
"But you love that job," she protested. "Klaus--"
"I love you," he said firmly. "And I can find something like that job anywhere else in the city. I will never, ever find someone like you, Caroline."
Jomo really did do the absolute Cringiest Most for a bedsheet zoom meeting. I cannot even fathom being this cringe istg. both in regards to the promo and saying yes to the project at all. also them literally playing gifs of TO on that oversized napkin. like bestie my tumblr mutuals do a better job at this than you.
I was not brave enought to watch the scene, only saw screenshots and it was more than I could take 🥲 I can't believe he legit spent two whole weeks hyping it up.
I was gonna say I can't believe he said yes to that as well, but actually, I bet he probably wrote that monologue himself.🥲
you shouldn't have given me a platform to complain about our education system. Now you're getting a bulleted list. sorry not sorry.
The system of tests we have in India specifically (cant speak for other desi nations) is horrifyingly restrictive and just a completely incompetent way of measuring someone's academic competence, especially the standardized board exams. Like omg??? I remember in my 10th and 12th, teachers would tell you the only way to study any subject is by viewing each fact/piece of information you come across in the textbook as an answer of a question, and then learning it as the same, which is simply an answer to a specific question and not you know? knowledge to be understood and applied?
we are trained to regurgitate what we've learnt in textbooks in the form of answers to questions to get marks, not to retain the knowledge, not to enhance our understanding on a subject and apply it where we can, and definitely not to indulge in the joy of just learning new things to better understand the world we live in. We simply learn so that we can answer questions in a very specific way, which Idk man, seems like such a restrictive and frankly dysfunctional way of learning.
You could say answering questions lets us know if we're able to apply the knowledge we've learnt but like?? at least in the board I studied (cbse) the questions rarely expected me to apply my own interpretation/understanding of the subject to answer question, I was expected to simply rehash exactly what I read in the text book in the answer and try to make the answer as close to the original text in the textbook as possible. Like you know how western education system applies such a Huge emphasis on people not plagiarizing text and writing and re-explaining what they learnt in their own words, It baffles me that it's the complete opposite in India?? If the answer to a question is some how not similar to the text in the text book it's considered inadequate or even just wrong sometimes? which then leads to students just "mugging up" the text instead of actually understanding it. Like amazing how the ideal techniques and practices of learning that would get us good marks are all decisively against the very essence of actual learning? which is understanding/personal interpretation and application?
For the ask game!! (Btw thank you for the ask): I’m gonna cheat here and ask for Klaus+Caroline specific HC’s <333 thank you!!!
omg i’m actually so happy u put kc YES!!
A. realistic headcanon: Klaus wasn’t a big fan of cuddling. While he liked touching Caroline even just in the simplest of ways (to remind himself that she was there, with him) he wasn’t a fan of being touched because not only did he value his personal space but he also didn’t really know how to deal with being touched in such tender ways because in his thousand years he hadn’t been touched that way. But Caroline coaxed it out of him and now, he was the one who would pull Caroline into bed to cuddle with him. (< not sure if this is realistic but idc)
B. unrealistic but hilarious headcanon: When he goes on wolf form, Klaus follows Caroline around like a puppy.
C. heart-crushing and awful headcanon: Klaus took Caroline for granted because he’s the architect of his destruction and she left him until he learned how to be with her (is this inspired by a fic of mine, mayhaps…)
D. unrealistic but idc about canon: I don’t know if this is unrealistic bc I could kinda see it happening but I don’t care - since they’re both so competitive, they have bets all the time for the littlest of things.
Caroline's trip to Ireland was not going the way it was supposed to. She was expecting stories and myths, and instead finds that some legends are a lot more real than she could have imagined. And hot. Really hot.
Written for: @arrenemris
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Tags: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes & Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John, Caroline Forbes, Klaus Mikaelson, Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John, Rebekah Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, Kol Mikaelson, Alternate Universe - Fae, Soulmates, Celtic Mythology & Folklore, Murder, Child Murder (discussed), rip Henrik, Churches & Cathedrals, Confessional Sex, Blasphemous Church Sex, Apologies to Catholics Everywhere, A Well Founded Loathing For Alarm Clocks, Caroline Cheats at Uno, Breaking and Not Entering, farmers markets, Enzo is Italian, Damon is a Priest, Creepy Priest, Someone Makes Tea At Least Twice, Now for the sex!, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Strip Tease, The Strip Tease is in The Confessional Okay, I'm Going to Hell
Thank you @certifiedceraunophile for the amazing graphic!!!
She ran, faster than she had ever ran before. Her vision blurred from the tears falling down her cheeks, and her lungs burned, air tainted by the vervain gas that had been deployed to flush them out like rats. She tripped over a discarded bag, the dilapidated building blanketed by empty food cans, bottles, dust and rubble left behind by previous people who had made it home. The sound ricocheted through the corridors, alerting those hunting her and making her whip her body around, terrified. Their shouts were loud in her sensitive vampire ears.
Strong arms grabbed her from behind, one hand encircling her waist, the other clamping her mouth shut before she even got a chance to scream. Her heart raced, panic consuming her as she struggled in the unknown assailant’s unrelenting hold as he dragged her into an alcove.
This was it, she couldn’t help but think. After fighting for so long, after everything she had been through, she was going to die.
“Sshhh. It’s okay. It’s me.” Her capturer whispered, barely audible.
Caroline froze, her heart slamming to an immediate stop inside her chest. It couldn’t be.
“It’s okay, you’re safe.”
His grip loosened, trusting her not to scream as he slowly released her mouth. Caroline twisted her head, finally glimpsing his face.
Klaus.
His eyes had bled yellow, the sclera a pitch black, eerie in the darkness. But his expression was the same as the last time they were in this position, all those years ago when he’d saved her from Alaric: tender and concerned for her welfare.
Loud voices, much closer now, broke the moment and returned Caroline to the present. She watched as Klaus’ face hardened, his head turning to the sound. When he returned his gaze to her, he brought a finger to his lips, indicating silence.
She nodded, the only thing her shocked body could achieve at the current moment.
Quietly, Klaus edged along the wall he had pulled them against, slowly moving to the corner. He waited, not daring to look lest he be seen, his ears being the only sense he needed. Caroline held her breath, frozen with fear as a white searchlight passed over the floor where she had been previously standing, just before Klaus had grabbed her. Footsteps crunched across the concrete.
Klaus lowered to a crouch, waiting. Caroline tried to control her breathing, her frantic gasps loud in her ears.
Inch by inch, the muzzle of an assault rifle appeared around the corner, its red sight marker travelling across the walls, seconds away from turning, noticing them hidden away in their little alcove.
Klaus pounced.
And then the screams began.
Finally working on chapter 2 again and while I’m vibin’ to my playlist I thought I should remind everyone of the amazing artwork @certifiedceraunophile made for this fic ages ago. Definitely worthy of the kcspookathon, don’t you think? @galvanizedfriend
Ok so remember how you once told me you were gonna write a Cum-flation fic with merlin being mpreg, are you gonna do it??? Would you ever write it? Also I remember you saying it was a merlin x uther fic???
Yeah, Merlin is going to call him 'Big Daddy' and Arthur likes to participate as a voyeur.
