#tiffywa

[tiffywa]

[klavscaroline]

I’m so glad you love Klaroline & Gendrya too 🥰 Can we be best friends?????? 🤗🤗🤗

YAYYYY!!! that’s amazing <3

[austennerdita2533]

I’m rewatching GOT too! Preparing for the new season and making sure I didn’t miss anything. 😏 I’m just halfway through season two where Jaime and Brienne just met! Jaime says ‘is that beast a woman?!’ 😛 #hehasnoideaitswifey

I’m also re-reading ASIOAF because I’m so hyped and impatient haha. But it’s been forever since I’ve watched the whole show from beginning to end, and I’ve had fun picking out little kernels of symbolism or foreshadowing. I’m so curious to see if/how s8 connects to earlier moments in the series. There are certain lines of dialogue I file away in the back of my mind, squinting, like “that might be important later.” They fill me with a weird combination of dread and excitment.

But ah! I love all the Jaime and Brienne stuff from s2-4! I literally d i e when his eyes rake over her in that first scene because it’s this wonderful mix of sarcastic scrutiny and intrigue. It makes me want to rewatch it again after I finish s7 lol. 

Lemme tell you, s5 felt like a drought because we only get that 2 second clip of him making heart eyes at Tarth, and it wasn’t enoughhh! I’m going to be an emotional trainwreck if/when they’re FINALLY together in the North, fighting side-by-side!

[tiffywa]

Beauty & the Beast

Part VIII posted༒

“Death was a curious thing, in Caroline’s opinion. As a human, she spent most of her time actively trying to avoid it, but as a vampire, it seemed she and Death had become fast friends. They circled each other, endlessly, never breaking eye contact. Death promised to know her one day, and she believed it.

Caroline just hadn’t thought that day would be today.”

ffn

ao3

[tiffywa]

𝕐𝕒'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?

[tiffywa]

𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓌ℯ 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 ℴ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ...

[tiffywa]

Every Little Thing by tiffywa

“Her traitorous heart hoped, and that was the worst part.”

👉🏻👉🏻Read it here👈🏻👈🏻

(will be posted to AO3 soon)

[tiffywa]

Always Mine...

in this world, or the next.

Someone is following me.

Caroline furrowed her brows and glanced around from the umpteenth time. Exactly one week ago today, she’d had the distinct feeling of being stalked. It had kept her on the razor’s edge of her control, a place she particularly didn’t care to be.

Out in the broad daylight, in the middle of tourist-filled Paris, her fangs had sharpened just as her eyes filled with blood.

She couldn't take another day of this! Flashing back to the balcony of her hotel room, she tossed her purse on the bed with a huff and went to her mini fridge for a mid-afternoon snack.

Not even bothering with a glass, she sank her fangs into the blood bag and drank greedily. She was supposed to be following a lead on a witch that specialized in breaking bloodline curses.

But here she was -useless with her concentration and nerves being frazzled by the constant awareness of being followed. When whoever was stalking her finally revealed themselves, or she hopefully found them first, she would make sure they never made the mistake of setting their sights on her again.

As she dropped the empty blood bag in the trash bin, a cool breeze blew through the balcony doors she’d left open. A familiar scent tickled her nose, and she paused, trying to remember where she’d smelled it before.

The shrill ring of her cell phone startled her, causing her to jump and gasp. She found the object of her heart attack and saw her co-parent was calling.

“Hey, Ric.”

“Caroline!” Alaric’s voice was staticky and hard to hear, even for her. “You’re in danger!”

“Danger? What are you talking about? I can’t hear you very well.”

“-he’s back... coming for you... ripped a hole between our realities.... followed Lizzie... Caroline-”

“Who’s back?!” she cried, mind racing and heart beating with fear. Ric wouldn’t scare her like this unless it was life or death. The dial tone beeped in her ear and she quickly tried to call him back, but it went straight to voicemail.

Seriously?!

Flashing around her room, she packed as quickly as she could. Reminding herself to stay calm, she picked up the handle of her rolling suitcase and headed out the door, calling the local airport.

“I need a flight to America as soon as possible.” she told the person on the other end, just as she remembered the keys to her rental car were on the kitchenette counter. “Crap.” She caught the closing door with her foot, shouldering the phone to her ear so she could hear the list of available flights.

“No, I need a flight now. I don’t care what state it goes to, I-”

Caroline tensed, hand poised above the keys she’d came back to find. Her cell phone dropped from its cradle and her suitcase fell to the floor with a thump.

A darkened figure stood in the middle of the room. The familiar scent she couldn’t place earlier filled her lungs from her frantic breaths and she couldn’t even hear the lady on the phone from the loud beating of her heart.

Golden eyes glowed back at her in the lightless hotel room.

The familiar scent was unmistakable now.

“Hello, love... or should I say, wife?”