Hi! I have been informed by a little birdie that you are accepting prompts. This is my first time *rubs hands* Klaroline meet at an art gallery + fire. Emergency room meet ugly. And because I truly must- dragon au with a hint of necromancy. Much love! You’re amazing
An Accident || Klaroline
“Of all the works you had to…” Klaus huffed into his fist, clearly struggling to keep his temper from drawing attention from the crowded emergency room. “That was going to fund my next three rites, and you burnt it to cinders.”
Shrugging, Caroline winced at the pull on the tender skin of her bandaged arm. If only her human form were just as impervious to burns or would heal as quickly as her other one. “For someone so desperate to buy dragon scales, you don’t seem to appreciate the reality of an actual dragon. Excuse me for being startled! You were the one who asked for proof they were the real deal in a public place, you should have done more to make sure I wasn’t seen.”
The witch — sorry, sorcerer — scoffed. “I assumed you had a certificate of authenticity from the dragon you procured them from, not that you would transform into a massive lizard in the middle of my gallery where anyone could walk in.”
“To be fair, it didn’t seem like such a hot spot,” she sneered. “And your brother grabbed my tail, he’s lucky I only tried to roast him in surprise. Had I been in a mood, I would have eaten him, too.”
“Luckily,” Klaus sniffed, “Kol has a knack for getting out of the trouble he causes. I do apologize for his lack of boundaries, but burning down my business is hardly a proportional response.”
She shrunk back into the hospital bed, shame burning in her face as brightly as her blouse had when she shifted back among the blaze. “I am sorry about that. I can throw in a couple more scales, on the house, for the trouble.”
That was how they got into this mess, after all. Klaus apparently had a big spell coming up, and few things held more inert power than a dragon scale. It wasn’t her favorite way to pay bills, but she vetted her customers and made sure they weren’t using her magic batteries to do others real harm. Esther Mikaelson was revered in witch circles, and becoming a supplier to the family had to be a lucrative deal. At least, that was what she thought.
She hadn’t been prepared for Klaus, though. His energy was far different from any witch she’d dealt with before, which probably fed into the whole ‘sorcerer’ label he insisted upon while haggling over the value of her scale. But he’d been cute and flirtatious without any idea she was the dragon in question, and there was something incredibly attractive about being courted for more than her magic — and by someone powerful in his own right.
Then, she’d let herself be goaded into transforming before him, only for his brother to lay hands on her before she could appreciate the glint of wonder in his eyes. The fire that erupted from her throat and the ensuing damage, however, drained whatever promise might have lingered between them. All she could do now was try not to make an enemy of him, even if it meant diluting the value of her…service. At the least, it was nice he came with her to the hospital despite healing his own wounds with nothing more than a wave of his hand. She didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved that his magic didn’t work on her, but he still hopped up into the ambulance to stay close.
Though that may have had more to do with ensuring the delivery of the scales, she realized.
Klaus seemed to sense her distaste for the whole situation as he considered her with a calculating gaze. “I would appreciate that, sweetheart, but even sorcerers pay insurance premiums. More so than the average person, I’d wager — for fire specifically. And I’d like to meet the investigator who officially files ‘arson by dragon’ as the inciting event.”
“Arson implies intent,” she pointed out. “This was an accident.”
He smiled at her insistence. “Of course. However, if you’re offering restitution, I would like to know more about your magic. I know your scales will be invaluable to the spell I intend to enact. Who’s to say you yourself can’t be of greater use?”
Eyes narrowed, she couldn’t help be shrink back from him. Her father was the first to keep her locked away, and she swore he would be the last. “Who’s to say I shouldn’t just kill you right now?” It would hurt like hell to transform, but her freedom was worth the pain. “I’m no one’s pet.”
His brows furrowed in thought, concern and anger playing across his face. “I was thinking more along the lines of partners.”
Now that was interesting. “What kind of spell could bring you to that conclusion?”
Wetting his lips, he shifted in discomfort. “I lost my little brother a thousand years ago,” he said, his voice too low to be heard by the passing nurses. “I intend to bring him back.”
Her mouth fell open in shock, and she struggled to form a coherent sentence. When she did, it was far from elegant. “Seriously?”
A gift for the lovely @strangenightsofdaydreams for your amazing drabble Much Ado About One Night. Wishing you all of the good stuff and by that I mean cake (or brownies, as long as Klaus didn’t bake them.)
Much Ado About One Night
Synopsis: Caroline and Klaus share lust at first sight at a bar one summer night but it ends the morning after. They meet again after Henrik is placed in Ms. Forbes' Acting 1 class (on AO3 HERE)
Caroline stands up and walks Ms. Jameson to the door, poking her head out to call in the next parent when she spots an attractive man.
After a second to process, she realizes it’s the guy she slept with in August.
Klaus McJudgyAss.
Sadly, he did not get less hot.
Why I love it: I’m a sucker for all human, fluffy, Klaroline fics filled with amazing wit and simmering chemistry, so this already ticks a few boxes. Caroline is wonderful as the sassy drama teacher who takes no prisoners and Klaus, equally, as the cocky artist slash guardian who is trying to pretend he doesn’t care but totally does.
Why you should read it: The characters are well developed, the banter is on point and the Klaroline chemistry is off the charts from the moment they meet in a bar to the subsequent parent/teacher interview and beyond. Throw in Henrik, Katherine, Shakespeare and a bake sale gone slightly awry and this is a fantastic read.
Hello! Upon time (and some prodding), my deliberation comes to an end. Thank you for waiting. For my prize, I would like to prompt you lovelies with necromancer + picnic + online friendship. Much love!
Klaroline Library Trivia Prize: A Ghost With An Accent
For @strangenightsofdaydreams
"I thought you said you didn't like this guy."
Caroline feels her face scrunching up in annoyance despite her efforts in ignoring him.
"The silent treatment? Don't be cruel, love. I'm looking out for you," he says, ducking his head low while his eyes feign innocence. Some would call it 'puppy dog' eyes (which she finds annoyingly cute but not the point) then throws a devilish smirk.
Klaus walks over to Stefan's side, eyeing him carefully. "What do you see in this douche? He's trying too hard at being mysterious with his twilit hair. How can you ignore that?"
Of course, he butchers the title of the vampire movie they saw the other day. As much as he complains about it, he still stuck around watching all five films with her. Thank god, Stefan's too busy talking about his family or something to notice her not fully listening to him. Smile and nod is something she's good at doing.
Klaus sighs obnoxiously. "How does he not notice you are finding him horribly boring?" He tucks his arms behind him as he continues to walk along aside Stefan.
1... 2... 3...
Caroline starts counting to herself until she's confident she won't lose her mind on her unwanted third wheel. She tries not to live in regret, but at this moment, she regrets asking her friend about that spell, not knowing it would bite her in the ass like this.
Necromancy is always a confusing and complicated form of magic. What her friend performed was tricky and idiotic on her part to even ask. All she wanted was a brief moment to talk to her mom, but what she ended up with was a pain in the ass manchild who doesn't know when to stop pushing buttons.
She doesn't mind his company in small doses, but Klaus has a knack for being around when she wants to be alone, like right now. The fact that he's playing the third wheel at her date is distracting. And all his sarcastic comments he's been giving out since she threw on this little black dress is getting on her nerves too.
Who even uses that much hair gel?
Shit.
Stefan is talking to her, and she knows it. She can see his lips moving, but for the life of her, she can't hear a word he's saying. Caroline feels guilty because he isn't that terrible of a date.
Focus Caroline. Get it together!
"I'm sorry, Stefan. Can you repeat that?" A forced giggle spills past her lips, painfully awkward, but she needs to join the living again.
"It's alright, love. He's as interesting as a bag of bricks."
Caroline clenches her jaw, holding her tongue, but her eyes shift briefly at Klaus, then looks back at Stefan in time to hear his response.
"Oh, I was just pointing out that we're here," Stefan smiles kindly at her. Caroline looks around and notices they have arrived at the park. Heat rushes up to her neck onto her cheeks, not realizing how distracted she's been.
"Shall we?" He offers his arm to her, and Caroline hesitantly accepts with a smile. "Should have said this earlier, but you look stunning." Her head lowers, hiding her face from Stefan. From the corner of her eye, she notices Klaus's eye roll. "Let's sit by the water," Stefan says with a chuckle as he adjusts his grip on the picnic basket in his other hand.
Today was a good day for a picnic, not that she had any doubts about it. The weather app she's been keeping an eye on says it's all clear skies. She shifts a little uncomfortably, seeing as she isn't entirely dressed for a picnic but sits on the plaid blanket he lays out for them. She can't help think about how nice the date is going, considering how long it has been.
Caroline jumps a little, startled by Stefan reaching over, brushing a loose strand away from her face. He chuckles awkwardly, pulling his hand away. "Sorry, I - I didn't mean to freak you out there," he stumbles at his explanation.
Caroline smiles sheepishly, "It's okay... I was a little distracted." Her eyes catch Klaus laughing to himself, probably at the apparent awkwardness between her and her date.
"I uh hope you enjoy what I've packed for us," he says, opening the basket in front of them. A significant odor assaults Caroline's nostrils, stinging her eyes too. She catches herself before making a ghastly remark at his planned spread.
Klaus gingerly sits beside her, leaning into her ear. "I know that face, love."
"He certainly knows how to charm a lady," he comments, sarcasm dripping into his tone. They both eye the amateurish arrangement of detestable cuisine.
The walk home was much better than the prepared meal as the more she walks with Stefan, the less she notices Klaus. Her house slowly appears, like a beacon in the darkness. Tension rise between her and Stefan with the approaching end to their date. Once they've reached the front steps of her home, Caroline turns to look at Stefan, anticipating a goodbye or maybe a kiss?
Stefan takes a step forward, raising his hand as he did earlier, and caresses her cheek. Caroline waits for the fluttering in her stomach or any sign of feelings past the friendship she and Stefan developed online. But her blue eyes drift past Stefan and onto Klaus. The man was leaning on a lamppost, looking up at the night sky. His face somber, with another emotion she couldn't place. At that moment, she sharpens her focus back onto Stefan, who seems confused, probably by her sudden indifference.
Caroline takes a step back, and her sights drop to their feet. "Um... I'm sorry, Stefan. I - I'm not being fair to you," she stumbles over her words with her hands intertwine tightly. "I had a lot of fun talking to you online and all, but... I don't think I'm ready for this."
Not the ask game but in the idea for Caroline stories….. please do idea three. All are good and I would read but tonight I am pleading for the third option with vigor. I promise to provide edits. Accept the bribe Yokan.
I had to go back to check which one was that! The one with the monster, right? I actually just had that yokbunny moment last night while watching Howl's Moving Castle 🤣🤣 But it also has some Uprooted (the book by Naomi Novik) feels to it?? I haven't thought much about it, but the bunny is hopping in my mind!!
So my friend asked a question about this show, knowing I ship Jackie x Hyde hard but I found myself unable to answer. It was embarrassing haha. And with T70S off Netflix, I figured the best way to make sure is to ask a main blog. Red “my foot in your ass” Forman never like actually hits/spanks/ Eric right? I genuinely can not remember a single time. I know they said your ass is grass a lot but did I block it out? Was it just implied? Or did Red never do that? Thanks!
Red is all bark, no bite (at least where actually putting his foot in people’s asses is concerned, Eric’s included). On the show, we never see him abuse Eric physically or hear stories that he ever did so when Eric was younger.
That’s not to say Red didn’t scare Eric, but it was mostly verbal and being a tough disciplinarian. But with Kitty as a balance, Red couldn’t -- and wouldn’t -- go too far.
Do you have any other tv ships (expanding this to movie + books + anime is absolutely okay but I thought tv is an easier category) couples that remind you of Bughead or give you the same vibes?
Sorry this took so long! But to answer your question, I actually watch very few live action tv shows, so I definitely need to expand that list. But as for couples that remind me of bughead...I don’t think there are any, not really. I mean, an argument could probably be made for Nancy Drew/Frank Hardy, but I’m not that into that ship or universe where I could say that for sure. Bughead is a very unique ship for me in that, while it certainly shares tropes with other ships I like, there isn’t really anything that’s truly similar. You don’t get a lot of canon, intellectual equals, scheming, sweet couples where both halves have an inner darkness that the other party is aware of and embraces and also where both halves would go to frightening extremes for the people they care about and also where there’s no bullshit of them being dicks to each other for a time. I just haven’t seen anything quite like it, and I think that’s why it’s so popular and why I’m so drawn to it myself.
But that’s just me. Anyone else have any ships that remind them of bughead?
Totally cool if you have enough already but if not... "Why are you so obsessed with my ass?" with Bughead. Maybe body swap?? Or undercover if that works better.
Thanks for the ask, @strangenightsofdaydreams! This didn’t have the chance to turn out smutty but stayed more silly/flirty. Flirty kink? Hope you enjoy! Unbeted, all mistakes are mine.
“Why are you so obsessed with my ass?”
Jughead jumps at the sound of Betty’s voice. Fuck.
Heat rises to his face and he blinks, slow and wide eyed. The feeling of getting caught with a hand in the cookie jar is overwhelming. Their situation puts him in a real dilemma. Is it out of bounds to put your hands over your body? No. But the body in which he presently resides isn’t entirely his own.
That morning he’d found himself in his very own cliche teenage movie, waking up inside a body that he could only ever hope to explore in his dreams. And he hasn’t. Explored that is. Not that the temptation isn’t strong. Betty’s body under his hands is something that he has always wanted and knows he’ll never have. So being inside of her body made getting dressed before school a true test of his moral fiber and strength of will. He’d squeezed his eyes closed, fumbling clumsily as he traversed the challenges of curves and clothing he’d never had to operate before.
“I— I wasn’t—,” Jughead rarely finds himself at a loss for words. But he’s never found himself in a different body before either. He snorts, shaking his head at the impossibility of their situation before he takes a deep breath. “The front pockets of these jeans are too short to use for anything. I didn’t know where else to put my phone except for in the back pocket and I was just—“
Betty laughs, a warm sound that presses into his chest. “I’m only kidding, Jug.”
”Oh.” Not thinking, he grabs for his beanie to find nothing but air and soft, long strands of hair. Up is down and down is up. He clears his throat instead, shoving his hands into his useless fucking pockets.
Smiling, Betty reaches up and fingers the soft wool of his missing beanie on her own (his own?) head. She steps forward, pulling it off and situating it gently over his blonde hair. “Much better,” she nods before tilting her chin to the door. “You ready to figure this out?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be to figure out how the impossible is possible.”
“This just goes to prove anything is possible.” Turning to the door, she gives him a coy look. “And Juggie? If you wanted to grab my ass, you’ve only ever had to ask.”
Hi. I’m Fonsie and I go by kawaiikitsune13 on archive and FanFiction. I love the Riverdale fandom’s fics. I have read what has to be most of the Bughead fics ever posted on those sites. I have a lot of trouble writing when it’s not my own complete creative control. So I continuously write plot outlines for Bughead AUs and fics... never geting the tone right for the beloved characters. Then I give up. And I try to comment but I want to be more involved. This is part 1
Hello gorgeous!
Well, first, let me say I love your comments on my fics so your involvement is known by all the authors you leave comments for, which is a HUGE thing! Comments are our lifeblood sometimes so that alone is something amazing for the bughead fic community. Also, if you did want to write, you should!
True story, but none of us ever really know if the tone of the characters is right. We just try our best and hope it all works out! So, if you want to write, I think you should give it a go!
Now, onto being a beta. I think there are resources to offer your services? The bughead discord maybe? I have never looked specifically for a beta, I just sort of throw it at Maria and she’s nice enough to fix my messes for me. Maria might would definitely know more than me, as well. @indiebughead, you’re being summoned! Or maybe @jandjsalmon would know of a way to offer yourself up as beta? Maybe other known betas can help point you in the right direction? I think @bugggghead betas and would know where you can volunteer? I’m sure you can offer it up if nothing else and I have no doubt others would be willing to reblog it to make sure it gets seen.
Those are the places and the people I would start with, tbh! I’m sure people can point you in the right direction and it’s so awesome of you to want to volunteer your time to help any fandom author who might be in need of some betaing! Besos!
