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Klaroline Fic: The Wolf IV [01/13]

Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well.

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S04E01 Gather Up the Killers ✨

The thing about finally getting something you longed for what feels like an eternity is the accompanying dread that it might be taken away.

Even after five years, Marcel is still not used to having it. Peace.

Nobody tells you how unsettling peace is. How it manifests as a constant nagging in the back of your mind, like you're forgetting something, getting soft, letting your guard down. It's quiet and harmonious, yes, but it's also a kind of fear. A cold shudder at the pit of your stomach, as though at any second it can all be snatched away from you.

If he doesn't watch himself, it can easily descend into paranoia.

He doesn't think there has been a single day where he hasn't been on full alert mode, looking over his shoulder, watching over the city from his not-so-new penthouse like a vigilante, waiting for the monsters to come out. And then he remembers that there are no monsters anymore. None greater than him, anyway. He is the thing that everybody fears.

He's always tiptoeing around that delicate line separating caution from madness, one sudden move around a corner away from overreaction that could send all the hard-earned balance they've achieved blown into the air.

One wrong move from turning into him.

Read the full chapter here

-- Took forever and a day, but ta-da! Starting part 4 was so much harder than I thought, but well. Here is something! Like I said, I'm not starting a new AO3 story for this, it'll be [22/34] there, but for the sake of being clearer here, I'm using the S4 numbers and a new summary.

I don't have any art or edit or anything to go with this story, so I just searched my old edits folder and found something that more or less applies, so there you go. :D As always, your comments/kudos/reblogs mean the world to me and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Cheers!

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hi frienddd❤️ (im totally gonna spam your ask box but feel free to choose whichever lyric you wanna use)

guilty as sin

messy top lip kiss , how i long for our trysts

without ever touching his skin , how can i be guilty as sin

Also for @galvanizedfriend who asked for these lyrics too

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She wasn’t doing anything wrong.

In fact, she wasn’t even doing anything. It wasn’t as if she had acted upon any of the… interesting ideas her brain had decided to come up with to torment her late at night. She would chalk it all up to some temporary insanity and, honestly, given the amount of trauma and stress she had gone through ever since she had literally died and come back as a creature of nightmares… it wasn’t as if she could be blamed.

Right?

Caroline held back a sigh, slumping in her chair as she gripped tight onto the table, careful not to break it in her frustration. She could leave. She should leave. Except… she had decided being home all alone was too dangerous given the directions her mind had started to wander, and she could really use the distraction of being around other people.

If only the person she was trying to distract herself from hadn’t decided on a night out as well.

Klaus was shooting pool, out of all things. His siblings playing against him. It seemed almost unreal watching these creatures who seemed to be older than time squabbling and bickering. But what looked very real was Klaus’ backside every time he leaned towards the table.

She bit her lowerlip, her traitorous eyes refusing to look away. God. This was getting ridiculous.

Awful, despicable men who ran her (now ex) boyfriend out of town should not have perfect shoulder-to-waist ratio. Their shirts should not cling to their biceps like that. And they most definitely weren’t allowed to have curls like an angel’s falling over their forehead like that.

She watched as he threw some barb or another after a perfect shot, transfixed. And her gaze must have been burning holes into his back, because he turned around, searching her. And curving his lips into the most sinful smirk when he caught her staring.

Caroline bit down a groan.

He was awful. Terrible. Disgusting. She had to remember that.

Even if Tyler was off to god knows where with god knows who. Even if he had broken up with her through a phone call. Even if her bed felt far too empty and lonely and cold. And even if her mind had become particularly creative and convincing and really, what would a thousand years of experience even feel like?

And maybe, if she just went there once to get this itching done with, she could get this out of her head and move on and-

Nope. Not going there.

She forced herself to close her eyes, even as her breath quickened, images pouring in her brain in flashes of kisses and entangled limbs and the overwhelming scent of him. And-

Caroline opened her eyes to find Klaus sitting across from her at her table, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Good evening, love.”

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Klaroline Fic: The Wolf IV [01/13]

Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well.

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S04E01 Gather Up the Killers ✨

The thing about finally getting something you longed for what feels like an eternity is the accompanying dread that it might be taken away.

Even after five years, Marcel is still not used to having it. Peace.

Nobody tells you how unsettling peace is. How it manifests as a constant nagging in the back of your mind, like you're forgetting something, getting soft, letting your guard down. It's quiet and harmonious, yes, but it's also a kind of fear. A cold shudder at the pit of your stomach, as though at any second it can all be snatched away from you.

If he doesn't watch himself, it can easily descend into paranoia.

He doesn't think there has been a single day where he hasn't been on full alert mode, looking over his shoulder, watching over the city from his not-so-new penthouse like a vigilante, waiting for the monsters to come out. And then he remembers that there are no monsters anymore. None greater than him, anyway. He is the thing that everybody fears.

He's always tiptoeing around that delicate line separating caution from madness, one sudden move around a corner away from overreaction that could send all the hard-earned balance they've achieved blown into the air.

One wrong move from turning into him.

Read the full chapter here

-- Took forever and a day, but ta-da! Starting part 4 was so much harder than I thought, but well. Here is something! Like I said, I'm not starting a new AO3 story for this, it'll be [22/34] there, but for the sake of being clearer here, I'm using the S4 numbers and a new summary.

I don't have any art or edit or anything to go with this story, so I just searched my old edits folder and found something that more or less applies, so there you go. :D As always, your comments/kudos/reblogs mean the world to me and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Cheers!

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jackie in s4 saying "let's go to the mall and shoplift some lipgloss" vs hyde in s2 saying "you buying me boots is just wrong, you should've let me shoplift them"

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tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like

“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”

and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent

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frank Castle. FRANK CASTLE. "didn't your father teach you not to hurt a woman" "I'm an old fashioned kind of guy" frank telling amy he saved her because she is a girl. That if it had been a boy in her place he wouldn't have given af.

fictional men who have the “it’s okay to murder people but it’s never okay to disrespect women” energy>>>>>>>>

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fictional men who have the “it’s okay to murder people but it’s never okay to disrespect women” energy>>>>>>>>

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mini drabbles department 🤍🖤

okay so ive been listening to tortured poets on repeat for too long and i need to do something about it

if this flops horribly (as it likely will) we’ll pretend it never happened, but if anyones wants to play…

🖤send me any lyrics from ttpd/the anthology and i’ll write you a kc minidrabble 🤍

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Hi friend, how are you 😙

I have some lyrics for yooooooou 💕

They shake their heads saying: God, help her, when I tell 'em he's my man But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really, I can And only I can

“Caroline, you can’t go after him! He will kill you!” Elena yelled, grabbing hold of her arm to stop her.

Her words barely registered. Not when the searing pain in Caroline’s chest kept flaring up, accompanied a perhaps inexplicable anger. How could they have done this without telling her? If they had just said something- if they had just remembered to include her for once, then she could’ve made them see reason. She could have prevented all of this.

A body was laid on Elena’s living room; it looked half destroyed and ashen. She could still recognize it as Kol’s.

She’d never interacted with him much, and, truth be told, she hadn’t exactly been planning on extending her time in his company. And yet- a knot formed in her throat anyway. Where was Klaus?

“He will be back any time to kill you all! You murdered his brother. One he actually cared about. This is not like anything else- He will not let this go, Elena. I have to- if I talk to him, maybe I can convince him to let you go. Or at least buy you time. I-“

Her voice broke off. What was that conversation going to be like? How could she convince him not to avenge his little brother’s death? But if she didn’t say anything… He would come after her friends. She was the only one who could prevent more bloodshed. Would he even listen to her? Would he believe her when she told him she hadn’t known?

Klaus knows you, a voice whispered in the back of her mine. He had always been able to tell when she was telling the truth. Had always been able to see through her, to see her entirely. It would have to be enough. It would be enough.

“Why do you think he will listen to you? He is murderous, Caroline. You can’t distract him this time. I won’t let you put yourself in danger so that-

“I will not be in danger,” she said firmly. Too firmly. With too much certainty.

Elena faltered. Eyes widening in surprise then brows furrowing. “How do you know that?”

Caroline felt her heart racing. Her lips parted and closed twice, as she tried to find the words to form a confession. Her eloquence fell short for once, and she was left in silence, staring at her friend as her face betrayed far too much emotion. Guilt at secret she had been hiding. Hurt. Anger. And something that was beginning to look a lot like love.

“Elena.” It was Stefan who broke the silence. The look in his eyes too understanding.

Elena’s face crumbled, her mouth opening as understanding dawned upon her. “Oh, no. Care. What have you done?”

Caroline squared back her shoulders. “He won’t hurt me.”

send me lyrics from ttpd and i’ll write a minidrabble 🤍🖤

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I scratch your head, you fall asleep

Like a tattooed golden retriever

But you awaken with dread

Pounding nails in your head

But I've read this one where you come undone

I chose this cyclone with you

He worried too much.

That was one of the multitude of things that had surprised her about him. Klaus had always seemed carefree — or well, that was perhaps not the best word to describe him, but he had always committed to appearing so above everything and everyone. The most powerful creature on the planet. What could possibly concern him? What could possibly affect him so?

A lot, it seemed

They were cut from the same cloth, as far as she could tell. Anxiety and worry coursing through their veins. That insistent, pounding voice in their heads always going — will this ever be enough?

Will I ever be enough?

They had only differed when it came to the choice of their coping mechanism. Her lists and overbearing-ness. His murder sprees and siblings locked in coffins. Oh, well.

Still. It both filled her with relief and endless unease to watch him now. It was, on one hand, so very comforting to think that he was so similar to her. She could understand him as well as she could herself, and he could read her like she was a book he had written. But it was like a tight grip around her heart, knowing that he sometimes suffered as much as she did.

Even now, his head lying on her lap as she caressed his curls… a frown was ever-present between his brows. Caroline felt tempted to press her fingertips against the crease on his skin and smooth it over, but she knew his concerns wouldn’t be so easily squabbled. Something about Rebekah choosing to move across the ocean. Something about how he sometimes looked at Caroline and seemed to wonder if she would leave him too.

She would be offended by his doubting of her loyalty if she didn’t understand the fear of loneliness too well.

Caroline didn’t comment on it, though. She continued to run her hand through his hair, allowing his content sighs to echo deep with her heart. In a little while, she would make a comment on how maybe he liked her petting him so much because of his wolf nature. And he would growl and protest and hide a smile at her terrible joke.

And maybe little by little he would understand. She was here to stay.

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the fact that Klaus was in his primary villain era but was so obsessed with Caroline while she was telling him that he was a massive loser and a psychopathic megalomaniac (but who could be saved if he changed) is why the ship is unmatched to me. imagine if she had given him more than a crumb of attention. we never saw him try to woo anyone like that again. he backed off so she could go and live her life how she told him she wanted while he still intended to be her last love. truly unhinged behaviour.

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine 7.07 | Ding Dong

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There is something so precious to me that I adore about Klaroline and it will always make me ship them more than any other pairing involving Klaus.

The fact that Caroline Forbes is just Caroline Forbes.

Sometimes I see the argument that « Klaus’ interest in Caroline is foolish and came out of nowhere ».

But? That’s precisely what I love about them. The fact that he didn’t have any reason to fall for her in the first place. After all, she’s not from any important lineage, she’s just a high school girl in a small town and a regular vampire he found himself drawn to because of her essence and not because of anything about her that could benefit him in some way.

This proves how his love for her was genuine and how it just can’t be matched. Ever.

She wasn’t a powerful witch, not a doppelgänger, not some girl with important relatives he could use at his own benefit. Yet, he always thought of her as stronger than anyone else.

She was just Caroline Forbes. A girl who fought for herself and found her strength by her own means. He loved her entirely for that and for nothing else. 🤍

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We have scenes of Frank being tortured showing absolutely no fear at all. But the thought of Karen in danger? Pure, unadulterated terror.

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