#klaroline

[lady-of-imladris]

The Spiderman meme fic aka the triple walk of shame aka Elejah + Klaroline + Kennett and one wild non-linearly recounted night is done! read on AO3

[thedisdainfullysilentvisitor]

Klaus: Hello Caroline Caroline: Wtf are you doing here? Klaus: Katerina. Caroline: Pfft, of course. Go away. Klaus: Kay so you don't want to talk about my revenge plans. What about your recent breakup I've been trying to orchestrate myself since I met you? Caroline: Tyler hates you so much he prioritizes revenge over me. You wanna do the same. Gtfo. Klaus: No wait no I don't. Caroline: What? Klaus: I said if you're offering, I will continue to prioritize you over revenge. Caroline: You would? Klaus: Haven't I done it before? Caroline: *speechless* Klaus: *grinning & blushing about making her speechless*

[blondefaegurl]

I was raised by:

Edward and Bella

Katniss and Peeta

Percy and Annabeth

Jace and Clary

Captain Swan

Delena

Klaroline

Olicity

[supremeuppityone]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Here’s a peek at a WIP for the upcoming week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week - Science Fiction @klarolinefanficweek:

It was Silas’ sick joke to imprison Klaus in his favorite museum, put on display as an anonymous donation of fossilized remains. After they lost the war, Silas had given Klaus the same two choices Qetsiyah had once given him: Take the cure and eventually die a mortal death or starve and desiccate into fossilization for eternity. But Silas knew all along what Klaus would choose. 

Caroline’s nightmares always began with Silas’ mocking laughter. Klaus had bellowed for her to run — it was the one time that she hadn’t argued with him. Decades later, she still doesn’t know how she escaped that spelled labyrinth or Silas’ demonic army. Dumb luck and an insanely talented, witchy best friend.

[supremeuppityone]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Here’s a peek at a WIP for the upcoming week 2 of Klaroline Fanfic Week - Historical @klarolinefanficweek:

There was so much blood. Caroline hadn’t dined so messily since the village when they were remade. Rebekah, with her false airs put on for the benefit of her precious French royals would haughtily lift her chin at Caroline’s bloodstained velvet bodice and say, “It simply wasn’t done.” A giggle erupted from her throat, thoroughly undignified in its high, reedy pitch that all but rattled the heavy beams of the villa’s coffered ceiling. “Dare to tell me what isn’t done now, you wilting half-wit,” Caroline shouted at Rebekah’s glaring, overly rouged visage at the threshold. 

She startled when Klaus’ sister faded away. Ah. Right. Rebekah likely was still simpering away in King Francis I’s court. She’d fled even before Katerina had ruined Klaus’ ritual. 

[supremeuppityone]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Here’s a peek at a WIP for the upcoming week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week - Canonish @klarolinefanficweek:

Just this morning, Klaus had enjoyed a caffè ristretto while strolling from his 15th-century, frescoed estate to the Uffizi to view his favorite Botticelli, Michelangelo and Caravaggio works. And now he was in a vulgar bar filled with unwashed peasants in the backwoods of Virginia being served pig swill masquerading as scotch. But he’d no choice — once his doppelganger had been found, he wasn’t about to trust his minions to make the confirmation.

He threw back the rest of his scotch with a grimace, making a mental note to compel this hovel’s manager to order better quality libations since it appeared he’d spend a mind-numbingly amount of time here. Didn’t the doppelganger have school to attend? Klaus knew American schools were rubbish, but surely they required attendance of its wayward pupils at least a few times a week?            

Instead, there she was, pouting like a spoiled brat because an inept waiter was asking after someone named Caroline. Apparently the generational selfishness hadn’t been bred out of doppelgangers. 

[notalittlebutalottie]

You & I Could Never Be Friends: Part II/III

Caroline returns to her small hometown of Mystic Falls, intent on selling her late mother's home and finally leaving behind a past she no longer wants to remember. What she finds is her old flame, Klaus Mikaelson, who has also returned to town and is someone she could never forget.

The first thing Caroline notices when she steps into her childhood home is dust.

She thought she was being dramatic when she told Klaus about it but evidently, and unfortunately, she was right. The Forbes family home has done more than collect dust—Caroline swipes a thumb on the edge of the entry side table, recoiling at the thick layer of grey that covers it—it’s become a museum of the stuff.

She sighs. A heavy-duty clean is in order, but she’s exhausted. Plus, living in New York City has made her a lot less anal about these things, so she does what she can to make the space feel liveable before committing to her pyjamas and DVDs that had never been returned to Blockbuster.

Caroline is up at seven a.m. sharp the next day, whether she likes it or not. A family of crows has started using the overgrown backyard as their playground. City sounds, loud bars, and angry New Yorkers have little effect on her sleep but amongst the quiet of Mystic Falls, the crows are persistent and Caroline decides that blaming them is easier than confronting her anxiety.

Her damn subconscious just started ticking away with the sunrise, humming with the realisation of what being back in Mystic Falls means. The realisation that everything she’d left behind had been simmering, waiting for her return. All the more reason to sell the house, really.

Caroline’s Sunday is spent addressing the dust situation, all the while wondering how much she could get for the place. The realtor she’d spoken with had assured her that some young couple would be dying to purchase it, provided she made the necessary touchups. She imagines that couple, imagines their family, all idealistic and naive, and it lends itself to an aggressive level of countertop scrubbing.

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