#Frienzoline fic

[lynyrdwrites]

long story short (KC)

This is based off the request for frienzoline + Klaroline, and long story short by Taylor Swift from @ofthedirewolves. It’s more Frienzoline than anything, but really? That should be expected.  It’s sort of disjointed, but I hope you enjoy.

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Pushed from the precipice

Clung to the nearest lips

Wrong story short it was the wrong guy

“My story can be split into a series of losses.”

Enzo blinked at the solemnly spoken words.  He hadn’t thought vampires could get drunk, but he and Caroline had spent the past twelve hours proving that, actually, they very much could.  Apparently they had moved from the karaoke singing stage to the sad reminiscing.

“My story basically just consists of an Augustine cell and a lot of bloody, bloody experiments,” he said after a beat of silence, figuring that he needed to give an appropriately serious response.  Caroline moved her gaze from the roof, where she’d been staring as he spoke, to look at him instead.

“That’s sad,” she said at last.  “Forget my story.  Yours is just sad.  You deserve French fries to make up for that sad story.”

“Will they actually help with anything?” Enzo mused, and Caroline wrinkled her nose and shrugged.

“I dunno.  But they’re tasty.  Do you think Matt would bring us some, if I called him?”

After a long debate, they decided that, no, Matt Donovan wouldn’t deliver French fries to his ex and the crazy vampire he hated.  But it turned out there was a bag of frozen wedges in the Forbes’ freezer, and Caroline declared they were good enough.

Another debate then occurred, where he convinced her to bake them in the oven, instead of heating up the deep fryer.  Enzo had been in an overly destructive building fire once before, thank-you very much. He’d rather not repeat the experience.

So it was, twenty minutes later, Caroline was perched on the counter, nibbling on a still frozen wedge as the rest heated, while Enzo sat on a chair, bottle of tequila dangling from his fingers.  He had decided he hated tequila, but it did do an awfully good job of getting one drunk.

“Okay, so back to your series of stories.”

Caroline blinked at him, gaze fuzzy with alcohol, and Enzo sighed.

“Remember? My story can be split into a series of losses.” He gave the sentence the proper intonation, one of surly seriousness.  

“I didn’t sound like that,” she muttered, reaching for the tequila.  Enzo handed it over. After all, getting drunk had been her idea.

They were at almost thirteen hours after her mother’s funeral.  

“You kind of ruined my sad story,” she said at last, after swallowing a mouthful of the alcohol.  “With your whole sad, locked up vampire schtick. No one can stand up to that level of tragedy.”

“We’re not playing a game of who’s trauma is bigger-”

“Yeah, cause you would win.”

Enzo ignored that and pushed on, “We’re playing a game of share the trauma.  Share yours, Gorgeous.”

“I don’t have trauma.”

“The dead mother says otherwise.”

Caroline looked thoughtful for a moment, and then shrugged.

“Did you know that she tried to kill me once? After I was turned.  Mommy tried to kill me and daddy tortured me.  I’m not sure what that says about me.”

“Probably that your trauma is much larger than you think.  Okay, dead mommy and daddy.  What would your other losses be?  Hit me.”

The timer of the oven went off, and Caroline pulled the wedges out.  She immediately grabbed one, and hissed, tossing it between fingers as it burned her skin, until she finally got it in her mouth.  She followed it almost immediately by more tequila.

“Be careful.  They’re hot.”

Enzo snickered, but helped her dish the wedges out onto plates.  Once they sat at the table, Caroline spoke again.

“I mean, my humanity.   That’s a pretty big loss, right?”

“Meh.” Enzo shrugged. “I think humanity’s overrated, but if you want to say it’s a loss-”

“No, you’re right!” Caroline poked a victorious finger at him.  “You are so right!  Like, how was being human really so great for me?  I was Damon’s dumb, compelled blood bag.  Everyone lied to me.  No one took me seriously.  But Stefan is all sad eyes about vampirism, and Elena is absolutely miserable, even if she tries to lie about it.  And I’m like, okay, maybe I’m missing something.  Maybe it is the worst thing… but see, you get it!  You’re, like, the only person who gets it.” She looked thoughtful for a second, and gave her head the slightest shake.  “Maybe, like, the second person who gets it.”

“Okay, so that’s a loss that’s not really a loss.  What else?”

“Mommy and daddy,” Caroline pointed out around a wedge, she reached for the tequila, then wrinkled her nose again.  “We need actual glasses for this.  Back wash is gross.”

In just a few moments, they both had glasses filled to the top with just tequila, because that was apparently who they were as people, and Caroline was brandishing a wedge again.

“Okay, so then there’s my relationships.  Matt and Tyler, and the total demise of my friendship with Stefan, because he is such a dick.  And did you see how he looked at me during the funeral? Like, really?  I bare my heart to the guy, and he can’t be bothered to care until he decides I look hot next to my mom’s casket?  Who does that?”

“Wankers,” Enzo replied, when Caroline paused and he realized she actually wanted an answer.  “Absolute wankers.  Of which Stefan is one.”

“Thank-you.  And I mean, we also lost Bonnie in there, even if we got her back.  And Jeremy. And Alaric.  Those are the fake deaths.  They probably get their own sub genre.  And there was Klaus, who fake died and then left, but I couldn’t really be sad about his fake death, you know?  Like, I was, but I couldn’t show it. Can I tell you a secret?” She leaned towards him, and Enzo leaned in as well, because that was what you did when there was a secret.  “I cried. When I thought he was dead.  When no one else was around.  I cried.  But if you try to tell anyone, I’ll lie, and say you’re a dirty liar who knows nothing. So don’t tell.” She leaned back in her chair, and gazed up at the ceiling again.  “I cried when he took off for New Orleans, too.  And a little bit after his bang and run. But it’s not because its, like, him in particular.  I just… hate not being good enough.”

“Gorgeous, if Klaus thinks you’re not good enough, he’s as big a wanker as Stefan.”

“I mean, he’s a bigger wanker.  He’s Klaus.  But he left. So obviously I can’t be good enough, right?”

“I dunno.  Maybe he thought he wasn’t good enough for you?”

Caroline threw a wedge at him, and looked vaguely impressed when Enzo managed to catch it between his teeth.  He smirked at her as he chewed on it.  They were surprisingly good.

“Really? Would you choose to abandon someone because you felt you weren’t good enough for them?”

“No, but I’m not a wanker. I thought that went without saying.”

Caroline laughed, and Enzo would admit it did his old heart some good, to see her actually show genuine mirth after all the tears and sadness that had followed her since her mother had died.

“That’s lame,” she said at last.  “Anyone who does that is lame.”

“And a wanker.”

“We already figured that part out.”

She looked out the nearby window, thoughtfully nibbling on a wedge, and Enzo finally nudged her knee with his foot, drawing her gaze back.

“Have you ever considered telling him that he is worth it?”

She looked away, and shook her head slowly.

“Well, maybe you should. I won’t help you with Stefan.  We both agree that he’s the biggest wanker, but I’ll help you with this other bloke.  Consider it a road trip.”

“Are you trying to get me laid, Enzo?”

“Of course, Gorgeous. That’s my job,” he gave her a careless grin that made her laugh again, before giving her knee another nudge.  “Or maybe I’d like to get you out of this hellhole of a town.”

“That would be nice.” Caroline closed her eyes, and laid her head on her arm.  “That would be nice.”

“Just say when.”

She didn’t respond to that. She didn’t acknowledge their conversation in the days that followed as Enzo followed her about, helping her to finish settling her mother’s estate.

She didn’t say anything as the rest of them made plans that, to Enzo, seemed entirely too insane.

She didn’t say anything until he took her out to the graveyard, with some daisies that made him think of Caroline, so he thought Liz would appreciate them.  He hadn’t known the woman, but he figured she must have loved her daughter, even if there had been that awkward attempted murder.

As he put the daisies down, Caroline knelt next to him, tracing her mother’s name on the stone.

“When.”

Send me a ship + a song

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So I’ve been feeling nostalgic during this quarantine and I started my... 7th (maybe?) attempt to rewatch and actually finish The Vampire Diaries. Well, as always, I got to mid season six and gave up again. I can’t get past it.

Like, it’s no secret that Caroline is my favourite character, and realistically probably the only character (other than Klaus) I actually like. And then Enzo came along. And wow, did I love Enzo. But most of all, I loved Caroline and Enzo. Like wow - their chemistry, their banter. Just perfection.

And I’m sure like a lot of you reading this, Klaroline was endgame but I’d started watching The Originals and figured we were not going to get Klaroline endgame (and ha, what a piece of foreshadowing that was). So I shipped Carenzo. But a friendship worked too. Someone who actually cared for Caroline 100%! I mean, he killed someone because a boy made her cry!

But anyways, I’m rambling. So when my rewatch failed, I remembered reading back in the day on fanfiction.net (yes, shock horror, I actually step away from AO3 at times) some amazing Carenzo/Frienzoline fics. So I spent a small time (narrator: she spent 3 days) searching for them. Lynyrd Lionheart - if you are ever reading this, man oh man, do I wish you had been a writer for The Vampire Diaries. Let me give you a line, guys, that this writer wrote about Caroline and Enzo: ‘Get them in a room together and they’ll have an entire conversation just with their eyebrows.’ And if that isn’t Frienzoline/Carenzo all over, I don’t know what is.

(Wow, formatting on mobile is awful, huh?) So I don’t think I’ve spoken of TVD on this platform but man oh man am I bitter. Why did the writers build up Caroline and Enzo to suddenly drop it? And I’m not even talking about a ship. They had the best friendship! They went to BREAKFAST! I had high hopes for their friendship and then it was like the writers just seemed to forget it ever happened. Like... where were my Carenzo siblings?

Now admittedly I never watched the end, or the end of TO, but I know what happened. Instead of Frienzoline and Klaroline we got Stefan/Caroline (which I didn’t hate, at first), forced pregnancies, magic babies, Bonenzo (which I didn’t hate but didn’t love), Damon and Elena being the focus (who even cares?) and TO just nose dived.

I will forever, FOREVER, be bitter that I didn’t get two seasons of Carenzo siblings, Enzo being her wingman and then Klaroline endgame with Enzo at their side. Gah. Rant over.

(Also, to the the lovely GIF maker, I just typed Carenzo into Tumblr GIF search and that came up. I hope that is okay. Same goes to the lovely fic writer I mentioned - if you ever happen across this, hope it’s okay I mentioned you).

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H, S, T, U!

H: How would you describe your style?

Dialogue-heavy with too much telling, not enough showing, and more than enough smut. Also I think I’m funny sometimes.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Original!KC is one of my fav things. Harry Potter AUs, arranged marriages, fake dating, and soulmates are always crowd pleasers if the crowd is me.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Pregnancy is usually a no-go for me, as is KC with kids. I’m also not a fan of regency of any kind about 99% of the time.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

MORE FAVORITES!

@cupcakemolotov writes a fantastic Klaus. Her smut is amazing, and her darker fics are works of art. I harass her often in all caps with the occasional screaming in person for more werewolf lawyers so please everyone support me in this endeavor because every second i spend without a sequel is a second wasted.

@lynyrdwrites one of the most hilarious people I’ve ever met. Lenna’s ear for dialogue is truly magnificent. Her Baroline and Frienzoline are basically my favorite things to read with my eyeballs. Also, thank you for the dragons. Where is the rest of everything I asked for????

@candycolamorgan writes the most DELICIOUS ust and is also one of the funniest people alive. I love her dialogue, and the way she can write a build-up is *chefs kiss*. Everyone must read everything she’s written at once it’s the law

[lynyrdwrites]

Unsolved AU Snippet

Since @goldcaught created this absolutely banger pic spam for this fic, I thought I would post a snippet, to prove that it is actually being written (I even got a plot figured out!).  So yeah, have Klaus being a simp for Caroline who thought he was getting a date and instead got dragged to film 5 hours of nonsense for a 20 minute YouTube video. 

(Note: I have borrowed some things from the actual Buzzfeed Unsolved... because yelling out for cultists and demons will never not be funny).

Contrary to what Lorenzo St. John thought, Klaus Mikaelson was not, in fact, an alien.

              No.  Klaus was very much a demon.

              He thought, at one time, he might have been human. But it had been so long ago that any memories of that life had disappeared, replaced just by memories of being born from rage and hubris somewhere in Sweden, before the place had carried that name.

              But simply existing as a demon wasn’t as lucrative as it had once been, and when Kol had scoffed about how the authors of every ridiculous demonic legend had obviously never met one… well, Klaus had gotten an idea.

              Elijah hadn’t approved, of course.  But while Elijah had been there in the beginning, had assisted Klaus with his rebirth, those memories had also been long forgotten, and Elijah easily ignored.

              And so, he had begun to write his books.  Books about how demons actually worked. It had drawn the ire of many of the other demons, including Mikael.  Which had been… less than ideal.  Killing demons wasn’t easy, but it could be accomplished, and Mikael had decided he would do that to Klaus, for so cavalierly sharing their secrets with the world.

              Klaus had been contemplating that it might be time to move on.  To retire the Professor in a tragic death and disappear until Mikael decided to fixate on someone else.  Kol was always good for doing something stupid that moved him to the top of the “should be eliminated” list.

              But then she had appeared.

              Caroline Forbes, in a floral sundress that swirled around her legs, asking questions about demons for her “YouTube channel.”

              Had Klaus realized at the time that United States of Mystery had become somewhat of a pop culture phenomenon, he might have rejected the interview request.  But since he had planned to retire this particular identity, he’d thought why not send Mikael one more fuck you?

              And then she walked into his office, and suddenly disappearing was no longer an option.

              It wasn’t that Caroline was perfect.  After all, she came with a dry-witted buffoon of a co-host who seemed to believe that Klaus was an alien – Enzo was entirely too certain in his beliefs, that he refused to acknowledge the things right in front of him.  And then there was the camera, which Klaus had to be aware of at all times.  Plus, there were mentions of a witch.

              So yes, the company she kept was less than ideal.

              But Caroline herself?  She was filled with a light that Klaus coveted with a hungry, greedy need. That light, he decided, would belong to him. It was beautiful, and there was nothing in the world that Klaus appreciated like true beauty.

              It also attracted others.  Others who didn’t share Klaus’ appreciation.  Others who would want to snuff that light out, because its glory burned their eyes.  Klaus would revel in the burn.

              And he wouldn’t allow any to put it out.

              And so, when Caroline had made to leave, Klaus had kissed the back of her hand with an old world charm, leaving his mark on the back of her hand, unseen to mortal eyes, but vivid against her skin for any other demons.

              And then he had begun to plot how to see her again.

              In the end, his plots were unnecessary. Or so he thought.

              “One of our viewers gave us this suggestion,” she explained, after having asked to meet him at a small coffee shop on the campus. She was in another dress, this one without the flowerprint, and was sipping something that smelled incredibly sweet.  “They said it’s super cool.  I thought you might want to go?”

              In hindsight, he should have asked more questions.

              In the moment, he somehow decided that she was asking him to accompany her on a date.

              In the end, she asked him to guest star in a video about the Goatman’s Bridge.

              The Goatman who was a bit too big for his britches, who had dared to approach when Caroline not only carried his mark, but Klaus was right there.

              Thankfully, Enzo remained so stuck in his own beliefs that he came to the completely wrong conclusion.

              And Caroline, who did believe in it all? Well, she simply laughed the concept of Klaus being Other off.  

              She laughed, and Klaus didn’t even care that Enzo had managed to drag him into being the butt of the joke.

              Enzo could believe in him all he wanted – Klaus could not, for lack of a better word, give a fuck.

              He would, however, very much believe in Caroline Forbes.

[lynyrdwrites]

Frienzoline: “You’re getting blood all over my new throw pillows!”

Did you mean: semi-Dare Devil inspired vigilante AU?

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“You’re getting blood all over my new throw pillows!”

             Carolinewished this was the first time she had walked into her living room to find Enzobleeding out on her couch.  But thatwould be a lie.  He groaned, lifting hisarm off his face just enough to glare at her, before he returned to attemptingto die.

             Well, noton Caroline’s watch.

             She alsowished this was the first time she had ever stitched him up.  But that had happened when she found him witha bullet wound in her bathtub, and had gone into full on panic mode, becauseCaroline was a journalist, not a doctor, and she didn’t even know how to give stitches.

             She wasreally good at sewing though.  She��dlearned, because the panel of the Miss Mystic Falls contest liked it when theircontestants could do all the things a 50s housewife could do, and Caroline hadbeen determined to win that sash.

             Turnsout, the sewing came in handy for stitches. Even if she cringed with everyone.

             At leasttoday’s wound was obviously from a knife, which meant she wouldn’t have to godigging around with tweezers for bullet shrapnel.  

             “Careful,”Enzo hissed out when she began to sew up the wound without so much as awarning.

             He didn’tdeserve a warning.

             She liked those throw pillows he had unceremoniouslyruined.

             “You don’tget to say careful when I’m sewing upyour stupid wound because you’re being a stupid head.”

             “A stupidhead?  Gorgeous, are we three?”

             “I don’tknow Enzo,” Caroline replied with a too sweet smile, giving him a particularlyvicious stab that made him wince.  “Askthe girl sewing you shut a dumb question again. Please.”

             But Enzowas, on occasion, almost wise, and he shut his mouth, letting Caroline finishup.  Then she made them cups of tea, andthey sat at her table while she contemplated whether or not to call someone into clean the blood off of her couch, or get it done herself.  She’d become surprisingly adept at it, sincemeeting Enzo.  

             “Whathappened?” she asked him at last, unable to bite back the question.  It was her journalist’s instincts.  Even though she knew she was better off notknowing what he was doing when he went out and played the vigilante, she couldn’tnever resist asking.

             She justneeded to know everything.

             “I gotstabbed,” Enzo replied shortly, blowing on his tea when his first sip burnedhis tongue.  

             “Noshit?  And here I thought that was a lovetap.  Don’t be cute, Enzo.”

             “But I’malways adorable, Gorgeous,” he replied with a grin.  When Caroline just glared at him, he sighedand set his tea down.  “So.  Your boyfriend is back in town.  Yay?”

             Herboyfr-

             Oh.

             Oh.

             “Klaus,”she sighed, because no point in pretending she didn’t know exactly what “boyfriend”would have stabbed the self-proclaimed protector of the neighborhood.  Of course it was Klaus.  Wasn’t it alwaysKlaus.  “Well.  Shit. I’m not sleeping with him this time.”

             “Gorgeous,I never asked you to sleep with him lasttime.”

             Well… shedidn’t really have a response to that, did she?

Send a ship + a first sentence and get… however much I decide to write

[lynyrdwrites]

no babies future au + klaus and enzo reluctant friendship + "we lost caroline's cat and we have to find it before she gets back" au

This came out over 500 words. I hope you like it!

              A pillow hit the back ofKlaus’ head, and in a split second he had his hand in Lorenzo’s chest and was seriouslycontemplating removal of the organ.

              If hisrotting corpse was never found, Caroline couldn’t get mad, right?

              “Freddieis missing.”

              Lorenzo’sexpression was solemn, but there was no fear in his voice or body language.  Then again, the man had taken both Klaus’younger siblings to his  bed at differenttimes throughout the decade, so perhaps he simply didn’t know  when fear was appropriate.

              Enzo’s statementfinally penetrated Klaus’ thoughts, and he pulled his arm back, a sinking inthe pit of his stomach.

              “Fred…do you mean Frederico?!”

              Frederico,the hideous, flat faced beast that Lorenzo had gifted to Caroline half a decadeago. She doted on the be-damned creature, even going so far as to allow it intheir bed.  Klaus had woken more thanonce to the creature kneading its claws into his ass, smug in the knowledgethat Caroline would protect it from Klaus’ wrath.

              Damn thecreature, it was right, of course. And Klaus was tempted to let the cat staymissing. The thought must have been written on his face, because even as herubbed his chest, Enzo’s expression twisted into  a smirk devoid of any  actual amusement.

              “Yes,let the cat stay gone. I’ve been trying to convince Gorgeous to ditch you andreturn to Sydney with me.”

              Klauspulled his lips back in a snarl, but true to form, Enzo remained unmoved.Instead, he lifted his hand, which Klaus realized held the blanket Carolineused to pad Frederico’s bed, and tossed it directly in Klaus’ face, filling hissenses with cat and making him sneeze rather embarrassingly.

              Klauspulled the blanket from his face, and knew his expression would be livid. Stillunconcerned – and Klaus really needed to fix that – Enzo motioned for the door.

              “Gofetch, puppy.”

              Enzo’salarmed yelp of pain brightened Klaus’s mood considerably as he began to trackFrederico’s scent.  And really, he would give Lorenzo his blood to heal thebite before he died.

              Really,Klaus had every intention of it.

              Hewouldn’t forget, not at all.

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              Thehouse was entirely too silent when Caroline dropped her shopping bags in thefoyer of the manor house.

              She had leftKlaus still sleeping off their evening escapades, and Enzo sipping bourbon overthe newspaper. When she had left it may have been peaceful, but she had fullyexpected to return to the scent of antibacterial cleaner underlain with blood, becauseher boys might not like each other, but they knew she liked a mess even less.

              Instead,things seemed… calm.

              Probablybecause, as a quick five minute search showed, the house of empty. Of everyone.

              Includingher cat.

              Oh, God,had Klaus finally decided to kill both the men he viewed as interlopers  intohis life?  Enzo, Caroline could totallyunderstand. She wanted to kill himsometimes.  But Frederico was a harmlesskitten, even if he was full grown.

              “Fred!”she called, her heart in her throat.  “Freddie…Frederico please don’t be dead!”

              She athud and a crash, and then paws skittering on the wooden floor. Frederico camerushing towards her, his fur matted with the expensive paint Klaus favored.

              “Ohthank God,” she murmured, lifting Frederico’s mass into her arms. “You scaredme, Freddie!”

              He  purred wildly as Caroline scratched betweenhis ears and cuddled him close. She bit her lip as she considered how she wouldexplain  the mess the cat must have leftin Klaus’ studio.

              Maybeshe’d just apologize with sex?

              Sheheard voices downstairs in the foyer, and headed for the steps.

              “Dammit,Gorgeous is back.”

              “This isyour fault.”

              “Mine?The damn cat was probably terrified of your constant growling.  I know you’re half poodle or something, butthe growling is just unnatural, mate.”

              “Well,if you had never given her the damn creature, I wouldn’t be growling!”

              Carolinebit back a chuckle and looked down at Frederico’s head. You certainly led them on  amerry chase, didn’t you?

              If he weren’t covered inpaint, Caroline would’ve made them suffer. But seeing an easy out of thepotential fight, she instead stepped to the top of the steps as Klaus and Enzostepped to the bottom.

              “The twoof you are finally getting along!” Caroline said brightly, as though they weren’tall aware that she must have heard them talking. She rushed down the steps, andKlaus narrowed his eyes at Frederico, covered in paint. “I found Freddie hidingupstairs!”

              Shepaused, when she realized that Enzo looked rather pale, blood staining the neckof his shirt. Caroline, familiar enough with the aftermath of werewolf bites,stopped on the bottom step and raised an unimpressed brow at Klaus.

              Hesighed heavily, and reached out for Frederico, ignoring the cat’s hisses  headed up the stairs.

              “I’lljust see to Frederico, shall I?”

              Carolinewaited until he was  out of sight, andthen grinned at Enzo.

              “Gorgeous,are you taking advantage of my injury to save your cat?”

              “Shamelessly,”Caroline replied happily. “You know, I’m the only one he’ll do that for.”

              “It’sdisgusting really, how far gone the old man is for you.” Enzo kissed herforehead. “It’s  a no to Sydney, then?”

              “Nexttime,” Caroline promised, leaning into his side.

              “Bringthe old man,” Enzo said after a moment of silence. Caroline shot him asurprised look, and Enzo shrugged. “If you leave him and Freddie alone, one ofthem won’t make it. And Kol and Rebekah would never forgive me, if the cat Igave you killed their brother.”

              “Sure,”Caroline drawled out. “Just don’t think you’ll get a third Mikaelson notch inyour bedpost.”

              Enzoshrugged again, and Caroline rolled her eyes and helped him  get to hisroom.

              Maybeher boys would end up liking each other after all.

              Eventually.              

[lynyrdwrites]

Secret Santa here, murder train toot toot! Question, how many queer jokes are too many, bc Enzo is just naturally very funny and I enjoy him as a chaos bi. Also, Frienzoline And They Were Roomates?? Thrilled to report as well that a vote has been taken, and this will be a three-course murder meal, just to whet your appetite.

I’M SO EXCITED YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!!

The limit does not exist for Enzo and queer jokes. And chaos bi means you’re clearly writing him correctly. He and Caroline should always be bisexual solidarity.

You have me intrigued and excited and I would like this fic yesterday.

[lynyrdwrites]

Klaroline with some classic Brotp!Carenzo

Hey, so I need you to send me a fic title, so I have a bit more to work off of!  But you know I love my Frienzoline, so I’d be totally up for this. 

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17 & 19 :)))

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ideas stage?

Okay, so I have this AU that is tentatively called “Wolves Without Teeth”.  It’s a what if, where Klaus found Elena when she was a little girl, and so he basically took over Mystic Falls and everyone’s role there basically has something to do with Elena and keeping her alive.  Caroline, not born special, decided to make herself invaluable by learning all the vampire hunting tricks of her father.  There is, of course, Frienzoline, a plotting Kol, and Klaroline, because Klaus has returned to town to start cashing in on his investment and his doppelganger.

19. What is your favorite character headcanon?

That Caroline Forbes is a crack shot.  She learned from her parents and hated it, but she can hit the center of any target every time.  

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sassytidalwavedestiel replied to your post “Is there any Original!Caroline fic out there where she turned Enzo and...”

If you find it @ me

I have yet to find it.  I’m probably going to write it myself.

@everyone... please feed my frienzoline needs. 

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Fic Authors Self Rec

I was tagged by @misssophiachase to list my 5 favorite fic that I’ve written.

Beneath the Skin: Probably my favorite fic I’ve ever written, and definitely my most in-character Klaus.

My Best Friend: This one is a Miraculous Ladybug fic, and I really enjoyed writing it.  I like to believe it was a sllghtly different take on the “big reveal”

New Romantics: All Frienzoline all the time. Definitely one of my  favorite ‘verses to revisit.

Day 6: Reconcile/Makeup Sex: Probably my favorite Nessian fic that I’ve written.  It’s a bit more serious than my typical Nessian.

Something wretched about this (so precious about this): Written for KC Valentine for Angie, and I definitely plan to return to this ‘verse.

Tagging: @thetourguidebarbie, @strongbeautifulfulloflight, @lalainajanes, @livingdeadblondequeen, @accidental-rambler

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I truly love the way you write Frienzoline and was wondering if you will continue writing them?

Carenzo are gonna be BFFs in, like, 90% of my fic.  I love them. I ignore canon’s dumbass decisions.

If there is anything Frienzoline you want to see - standalone one shots or ideas for New Romantics - hit me up, and we’ll see what I can do.