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buckysimp101 · 2 years ago

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Deleted Scene 5- Love at First Grade (18+)

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

request: Love at first grade request- maybe some drama with one of the kids being mad at one of the parents? Maybe Becca at y/n leading to Avery then being mad at Bucky?

warnings: preteen angst! this piece takes place a couple months before the epilogue, Avery is 13 and Becca is 12.

a/n: this is it friends, the end of Love at First Grade. i feel like i’ve done as much for this fic as i can, and i’m truly grateful for all my readers! i’ve gained an additional 400 followers in the last two months, bringing me up to 500 now, mostly in thanks to this fic! and the masterlist has close to 700 notes!

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“It’s not that I don’t want you to hang out with your friends, Becca. It’s that your dad and I don’t know these friends or their parents. Not only that, we already have something planned this weekend, it’s Nana’s birthday,” you warned the sassy twelve year old in front of you. Her big blue eyes welling with a mix of tears and anger as if you had told her to throw away all her hopes and dreams and that she’d be grounded forever. As Becca and Avery had gotten older, they’d obviously remained good friends but they had each expanded their circles and made more friends that weren’t always mutual.

The one thing that you and Bucky made sure the girls did before going over to their friends’ places were you made sure to get to know their parents or guardian. You both were a little wary over random people watching your girls and you just wanted to make sure that you could trust the adults, and that meant trusting your gut in some cases. Avery and Becca, however, did not appreciate how involved the two of you were in this process. They’d each whined multiple times about how their friends’ parents don’t do it for you, but you do it for them and it makes them not want to hang out with their friends. You both apologized, but you knew it was for their safety. Even after emphasizing that a million times, you still ended up in this situation with Becca and Avery ever so often.

“Nana has a birthday every year! Why can’t I just go to Ashley’s house! Caroline and Michelle get to hang out with her all the time, their parents trust her mom! Why can’t you just trust her! Just trust ME!?” Becca yelled at you, stomping her foot in anger as her angry tears spilled onto her cheeks. You sighed at her dramatics and shook your head, refusing to yield to her request for multiple reasons. You didn’t like to give in when the girls showed their asses like this, when they took on bratty attitudes to try and get their way by making you want them to leave you alone.

“Rebecca, we’re not doing this. After Nana’s birthday dinner, if you want to go to Ashley’s house, you have to ask me in advance so your father and I can meet her mother. We can discuss this more later, now go do your homework please.” Apparently that was the wrong answer, because Becca decided that was the time to go off.

“UGH! I hate you, you’re not even my real mom why do you CARE!?” She yelled as she stomped her way out of the kitchen to her bedroom, slamming her door behind her, the noise and her words causing you to wince. You leaned against the kitchen counter, breathing deeply to calm yourself and trying to prevent the tears that were pricking hot and heavy from behind your eyes from spilling over.

A throat cleared from behind you, and you whipped around to see Bucky standing with a squirming Tessa in his arms, his brow raised in question.

“What’s goin on here, sweetheart?” He asked as he sat Tessa down so she could run to give you a hug, he’d just picked her up from the daycare at his school and she was usually extremely snuggly when she got home. You picked your daughter up and held her close, allowing the tears to fall lightly in her hair.

“Mommy, it’s wainin’ inside!” She squealed as your tears landed on her, you huffed out a laugh and apologized to your almost three year old, wiping the wet spots and sending her to play in the next room. Bucky approached you slowly and wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you close, and allowing you to rest your head on his chest. You relayed everything that had just happened with Becca and your voice wobbled when you told him her last words before she stomped away. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he heard you repeat Becca’s words. She’d never acted out in such a way before, and sure she was twelve and it was bound to happen, but her saying that you weren’t her mom hadn’t only hurt you, they’d hurt Bucky too.

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Bucky spoke as he pulled away but you shook your head.

“No, Buck. We need to give her a little bit..then I’ll go talk to her. Don’t need her thinking I couldn’t handle it and sent you to her,” you spoke quietly, wiping your eyes as you convinced yourself that you’d talk to her later.

“If you’re certain…maybe you could talk to her when I go to pick up Avery from practice?” He asked slowly and you nodded your head in response. Bucky leaned down to press a comforting kiss to your lips which the two of you were pulled out of quickly when a shrill squeal sounded from the kitchen doorway followed by a set of tiny feet running full speed at your legs.

A few hours passed, and Bucky was heading to pick Avery up from soccer practice, Tessa was content playing in her playpen, and you decided to go speak with Becca.

You knocked lightly on her door, “Becca? Can I come in please?”

“It’s your house. Why do you even ask me,” you heard her grumble from the other side before hearing the lock click and the door cracking open slightly. You pushed the door open and saw Becca making her way back to her bed, her eyes still blazing with slight anger, though it had dimmed a little. You went and sat down at the chair at her desk and folded your hands in your lap. Letting the silence settle between the two of you.

“Well? Here to tell me how rude and disrespectful I was?” Becca sassed, her tone biting.

“I’m here to find out what’s going on, Becca,” you spoke slowly and quietly, making sure your tone was neutral.

Her nostrils flared in response as she spat back, “why do you think something’s wrong!? Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine, I’ve just got this random woman telling me that I can’t go to my friend’s house when that’s not her job.”

The anger had resurfaced, but there was something lingering under it, something you’d missed earlier.

“Becca, I know you’re upset that I told you we can’t allow you to hang out at your friend’s house this weekend. But you know it’s your nana’s birthday and we have a birthday dinner planned, and you also know it’s been your father’s rule for years that you don’t go to a friend’s house unless he knows their parents. It was a rule we both had for you and Avery and one we both agreed on years ago,” your tone was still neutral, making sure that Becca understood that it wasn’t just you laying down the rule, but it was a longstanding one that Bucky would back up too.

“BECAUSE SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO HANG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS AND THEM NOT THINK I’M A BABY, OKAY!”

Becca’s shout caused you both to rear back in shock of her words. You didn’t speak immediately, instead you allowed Becca to gather her thoughts and speak to you instead.

“It’s embarrassing when all my friends get to hang out all the time outside of school, whenever they want, but I have to ask for permission every time and I have to make sure that my parents basically approve of my friends,” her words disappeared into a whisper as fresh tears sprang to her eyes. You stood slowly and moved to sit down next to her, rubbing your hand on her back as she cried softly.

“Becca, are these friends of yours picking on you?”

She sniffled and shook her head, “no…not really..they just think it’s crazy that I have to ask you. They don’t have to do that.”

You sighed before responding, “I’m sorry if this rule embarrasses you, Bex. Really, I am. But you have to understand that your father and I just want to keep you as safe as we can. We’d love for you to hang out with your friends, but we just want to make sure that we can trust their families before sending you there. There are some not very nice people in this world.”

Becca nodded her head in understanding, her breaths coming in more evenly now, and you continued, “But also, you knew what this weekend was. I have no problem with meeting Ashley’s mother, but it has to be on a time when we don’t have other important things planned.”

She nodded again, “I know…I just wanted to hang out with all of my friends and they’re all going to Ashley’s house this weekend…I didn’t want to be left out.”

You understood where she was coming from, remembering your intense FOMO from your childhood, but before you could even respond Becca was adding on to her statement, “I’m sorry for what I said in the kitchen…about you not being my real mom…I just wanted you to feel as bad as I did…” she trailed off, her sentence causing tears to spring up in your eyes.

“I think you’re better than my real mom. You’ve never left me. You love me and you care about me. You love my dad and you care about him. And I was just upset. I’m sorry, mama.”

You were full on crying this time as you scooped Becca into your arms and hugged her tight. You felt Becca’s tears wet your shirt as the two of you just sat there.

“I’m sorry if the rules seem a little harsh sometimes, Becca. But I promise your father and I just want what’s best for you. Always. We want you to have friends and to hang out with them, but we also just want you to be as safe as possible.”

“I know, you both do a good job at keeping all of us safe, sometimes it just feels like a lot.”

The two of you sat in silence for a little longer until you heard the doors to Bucky’s car shut outside. As you pulled apart you wiped tears off your cheeks and Becca’s, she looked up at you with a weak smile before hugging you once more.

“Come on Bex, let’s go see your dad and sisters. Make some dinner. And we can talk about you going to Ashley’s house next weekend, yeah?”

Becca’s grin grew as she nodded and jumped off the bed, running out the door to greet her dad and sisters. Even though things weren’t perfect, and they would never be perfect, you loved your family with all your heart. And you knew that no matter how upset you made her, one day Becca would truly appreciate the love you and Bucky gave her.

She told you so herself eighteen years later when she had her own child.

a/n 2: even though i won’t be taking any more requests for this specific fic, that doesnt mean i’m done with bucky requests! if you have any requests for bucky barnes, send them my way and we’ll see what we can do! thank you all!!

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nat-20s · 4 years ago

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I got five words for you: jonmartin pride and prejudice au

More words on this- i think i deserve aus where Jon is the one that starts pining real hard real fast while Martin is like UGH this FUCKIN GUY...oh wait...unless...... and what better au than one of the best love stories ever imo. like god pride and prejudice slaps so fucking hard it is the MOLD which all "not technically enemies but definitely people that didn't want to end up at the same parties to lovers" has been built and "grumpy character that's secretly a ball of awkwardness but cares SO SO DEEPLY about His People" with "Personable and charming character that's deeply sarcastic but also secretly just as flawed and complex as grumpy character" is SO FUCKING GOOD AND ALSO!! THEY!!!!

My casting list:

Mr. Darcy- Jon (self explanatory, bad at first impressions, full of love)

Lizzie Bennent- Martin (also self explanatory, funny and sarcastic, lowkey highkey judgemental, kind of goin through it tbh!!)

Mrs. Bennet- Martin's mum, but like. Less awful. Still not great, but at least slightly cares about the wellbein of her son.

Mr. Bennet but not really, mixed with the Gardners- Simon Fairchild. is NOT married to martin's mum, but is the uncle figure that sort of fills a couple of roles

Jane Bennet- Sasha :-) (she's Martin's older half sister in this au, and he ADORES her. Shared mom, different dads)

Kitty/Mary- not in this au lmao

Lydia Bennet, sort of- Gerry. Is actually a live in nurse to Martin's mom, but ends up in the shitty situation that Jon secretly helps out with

Charles Bingley- Tim!!! foot loose and trauma free because his brother is fine in this. speaking of,

Caroline Bingley- Danny. I'm so sorry danny u were probably a nice dude in tma canon before you got got but in this au you're petty and low key in love with jon. that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes okay

Charlotte Lucas- Basira. Not a cop in this, obviously. But like..getting married for practical reasons rather than romantic? that seems very much a basira move to me

Mr Collins- Daisy lmao. WILDLY different personalities, but fufills the narrative role of proposing to Martin initally to end up marrying basira instead. Instead of being a pastor, works security for Lady Catherine

Lady Catherine- Gertrude. Not actually related to Jon, but basically took him on as a ward when his parents died. She doesn't technically control his estate, but she considers herself in charge nonetheless. Expects him to marry her nephew

Anne De Bourgh- Micheal Shelly. Justification is that i mostly thought it would be funny

Georgiana Darcy- who else but Georgie? Not Jon's sister, but she is his other best friend, and she DO be wingmanning

Colonel Fitzwilliam- Melanie! I feel like she would absolutely think she was hyping Jon up when in reality it's like *activates Martin's rage mode*. Also idk i feel like the original character were also mlm/wlw solidarity and I want that to stay

W*ckh*m- okay I want to say this beforehand, but he is NOT a romantic interest for anyone in this au, and he uses/ manipulates people in an entirely different way than wickham does in p and p, with all the focus on the financial aspect. He's a schuckster, not a seducer. But yeah anyway it's elias/jonah. Ugh.

so. yeah. There's definitely some alterations I would make to the original canon, and im not sure if it would be regency or semi modern or anachronistic, but yeah. What it says on the tin. Pride and Prejudice au.

#replies #dreameronthewind #tma talk #jonmartin #fics i haven't written meme

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highly-flammable · 4 years ago

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Reacting to Legacies 3x03 (SPOILERS):

1. So ARE we FINALLY getting to some proper firstborn Mikaelson witch breakdowns?

2. Oh well, apparently no. They'll just try to wave it off as some one time thing probably.

3. So Hope and Landon are on a break. Okay. TBH watching them sass each other is interesting.

4. The guidance counselor is pretty much a compulsion monster, is that it? Well, I do like his wardrobe.

5. Alyssa's concern for MG is so fake I can't.

6. Nobody other than Jed read for Stefan? THE DISRESPECT.

7. Lizzie playing Caroline makes total sense but them asking Josie to play the lead without even an audition looks a bit bad TBH. Like, give the other interested people a chance, at least.

8. I find it a bit repetitive how there are mind-controlling monsters popping out again and again.

9. So MG is basically going through a phase similar to what Cami was going through when Klaus used to compel her at the beginning of TO. Considering Quincy's fondness for Cami, he must have liked playing that.

10. I understand that Landon is supposed to be a capable songwriter in-universe but it takes more than that to write and direct a musical and it's very weird that they didn't even find a guest star to pose as a Drama or English teacher who is guiding him or something. WHERE ARE ALL THE TEACHERS?

11. I kinda feel like some of the lead characters in this show are colour-coded. I see Hope and Landon in red and blue a lot (the two gowns we have seen Hope wearing also fall into this pattern) and Josie wears yellow in like, every other episode. If I recall correctly, Lizzie wears a lot of white, too. I wonder what the reasoning behind these choices are.

12. Well, I liked Hope and Landon's relationship in S1, I have no idea what was going on with it in S2, and I still don't know what to think about it.

13. Lizzie casts herself in Caroline's role and then chokes at rehearsal. Not totally unrealistic but still feels a bit forced to me. Would have been better if Landon cast her because she's Caroline's daughter and Lizzie was a bit apprehensive in the first place because she didn't want to mess up the role.

14. I appreciate the show taking a moment to talk about Lizzie's bipolar disorder though. It's been a while.

15. "Bonnie just disappears for long periods of time"? Dude, she's still super important and you're putting her in the play. Right? RIGHT?!

16. Landon, THANK YOU for pointing out how weird Caroline and Alaric's relationship was. The guy deadass got engaged to her and had a pissing contest over her with Stefan, that will never not gross me out.

17. So the monster is mind controlling Landon to put Klaus into the play. Saw this coming IG.

18. Hope is painting again, like her dad used to do when he felt things were going out of control. I've been rewatching TO and this is making me so emotional. I MISS KLAUS AND HIS SHENANIGANS. And not a single character on Legacies comes close to Klaus, Elijah and Hayley for me. (Sorry if this hurts anyone's feelings but Legacies really is a downgrade from TVD and TO)

19. Ugh, why would he use the contents of the letter as lyrics? Dude, is it because you're mind-controlled? No, I don't like this. Klaus loved Hope to the ends of the earth and wanted everyone to know but Hope wants to keep things private, and her wishes should have been respected.

20. So apparently Landon tries not to put Klaus' villainous antics into the show. Well, okay, it's definitely a copout but since he is Hope's boyfriend, makes sense. But I don't understand why the musical HAS TO BE about the Salvatore school. The accreditation excuse is lazy, writers! Also, Landon, my dude, Klaus was a major donor of the school. Put that in instead of the other things, stop pissing off your girlfriend FFS. Even if you're mind-controlled 🤦🏻‍♀️

21. I do find it funny how Landon is all gaga over Klaus' use of language though. The guy really did have the best lines, didn't he? (Tied with Elijah, I suppose, for me)

22. The other singers of the first song are really good so Kaylee sounds a bit rusty in comparison. Also, she reminds me too much of Dark!Josie with the hair and makeup. From a distance, she can be mistaken for Nina though.

23. I love that the backstage activities are being shown.

24. I'm digging Jed as Stefan and I really like his singing voice. And the Hero Hair wig cracked me up. Kaleb is obviously good at singing at it's nice to hear more from him. I also like how Chris Lee didn't try to exactly emulate Ian and played Damon how someone who has only heard about him might play him.

25. Is Hope painting herself before the pit or something? Or is this supposed to symbolize her despair at her parents' loss? ALSO, I WANT SOMEONE TO MENTION HAYLEY :( Why is Hayley so ignored?!

26. The same person probably wrote MG's notes and Caroline's letter IRL and therefore, in-universe, MG has Caroline's handwriting and it's funny to me.

27. Jenny sings well, I like it. I don't understand the song though, was Caroline actually ever feeling this insecure? I feel like the song became a lot more about Lizzie than her mother. (It's been forever since I watched TVD, if anyone has yet to guess, I prefer watching TO)

28. The doppelganger thing cracked me up.

29. Wait why did the monster attack Josie?! Ohhhh he's forcing Landon to improvise and put Klaus' song at the end. Well, I guess it makes it seem a bit less like Landon's fault. But would Hope know that?

30. It's hilarious how they lowkey make a call back to Nina leaving TVD and them having to put Elena in a sleep spell though.

31. Landon having a hissy fit is funny to me. Aria needs more comedic scenes.

32. Wait, where did Jade come from? Has she been in the school all these weeks?

33. While the scene seems a bit shabby to me, Klaus talking to Hope reminds me of their scene from TO 4X03. I needed more of Summer Fontana and Joseph Morgan together. Also, the donation did get mentioned, YASSSS. Man did some horrific things but he did fund the school so maybe a little less badmouthing in the presence of his daughter now that you know the story, eh, students?

34. The fact that the guidance counselor actually wore a leather jacket and a henley is cracking me up. It's really bizarre.

35. "Terrible painter" XD Klaus would have eaten you for saying that if he were alive.

36. Um, Hope, wouldn't you ask your family if you are doing enough to make your father proud, instead of this random bloke who supposedly met him once?! Maybe call Freya or Rebekah.

37. Why is this monster being nice to Hope? Doesn't it try to break people up or something? You'd think he'd try to piss her off even more and ruin her relationship with Landon.

38. Stefan was trying to be more like Damon by sacrificing himself? Um, what?

39. Well, this musical at least gave Stefan and Caroline a goodbye scene. I wonder how much the twins remember Stefan, must have been a bit emotional for Lizzie to play that. Jenny's singing was gooood, really liked it.

40. JED WAS GONNA KISS LIZZIE AND I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN. But a forehead kiss does work.

41. Hope's playing Elena now? What?

42. Ngl I want Hope and Jed to be friends. She needs more of a connection to her wolf side. Both of her parents wanted her to be surrounded by wolves and she's barely interacting with the wolves in this show, which always makes me sad.

43. So this monster can also do little spells and move physical objects eh? Whatever, this is random.

44. And this monster brings people back together? Why?

45. So when Hope is singing, is she doing it as Elena or Hope? She came on stage as Elena, but I thought the song is about Hope. So WHAT IS IT?

46. Oh Damon's on stage, so Hope is singing as Elena and it's a call back to the graveyard scene from the TVD finale.

47. Danielle sings pretty well. It's good she decided to perform this time.

48. Okay, that lifting up scene was adorable. I feel like Hope and Landon are at their cutest when they're a bit spontaneous. But she's Elena on stage and it lowkey looks like Landon crashed her romantic scene with Damon to kiss her so I'm cackling.

49. How much older is Jade supposed to be than Josie?

50. So is Josie going to leave the school for a while and that's why Ethan will be back in the picture?

51. Jade used to babysit Josie? Okay, it is hella awkward.

52. Josie why, don't do this, yikes. Kissing her once doesn't make it non-creepy.

53. The Sheriff feels kinda shoehorned to me. Also, I don't care for Matt Davis or his character.

54. So Candice did the voiceover for Caroline's letter. That's nice for the show. I still don't understand why the letter showed up in Hope's fireplace though LOL.

55. This episode should have spent more time exploring the aftermath of the loss of Rafael. The abrupt shift from the last episode wasn't nice.

56. Yeah, kids, talk out your problems, thanks.

57. I feel like Klaus is too much of a controversial figure that Hope's conflict about her father's reputation would be resolved in one day. This is feeling undercooked. Speaking of, when is one of Klaus' or Hayley's enemies coming after Hope, because she did inherit all of them. Would make for better storytelling than this monster of the week nonsense. And yeah, still no mention of Hayley, I hate this.

58. The monster's characterization was really odd to me and I am so tired of this format SMH.

59. So they toyed with MG for weeks to get a vampire for the spell? That sounds like too much effort. There are tons of vampires from Klaus and Rebekah's bloodline, they couldn't find another? Also, I wonder who is the wolf that they will use.

Well, I felt like this episode was mostly okay, but not that well-cooked or epic or whatever. What is horrific is that they didn't show Bonnie, though. They could have at least gotten a female black guest character who is one of the witch students or something. This is very offensive.

Also, I don't think it makes sense for the show to do any more musicals in the future. This ain't Riverdale.

#legacies #legacies cw #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #lizzie saltzman #josie saltzman #kaleb #jed #milton greasley #alyssa chang #jade #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #cami o'connell

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waokevale · 5 years ago

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Slight panic attack,

Porcelain Face - Chapter 5

WARNING: Lilo&Stitch 2 spoilers (If you haven't watched it before)

-"So how about we go inside? Have you ever been to a porcelain store before, paper-boy?"

The guy in grey apron asked as the three of them walked into the warehouse of the shop.

-"Nope, and if you want to talk to me with a nickname it's actually cardboard boy." Virgil replied.

-"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, what's your name by the way?" The guy asked, a little nervously from the awkwardness of this conversation so far.

-"Its Virgil" The cardboard boy replied.

-"That's a lovely name you got there kiddo! I'm Patton! I'm the son of the owner of this store, cool right?" The guy so-called Patton said in a cheerful tone.

-"Yeah, yeah. Skip it, that's amazing that you guys finally know each other now but haven't we brought Vee here for a reason???" Ethan rolled his eyes.

-"Ooooh! Yeah! Explanations!" Patton finally replied.

-"Not ALL of the explanations, Pat." - the porcelain boy raised his voice a little with stress and worry.

The older one nodded quickly.

-"Soo.....Do you want to know about your mask?"

Virgil and Ethan both looked questionably at him.

Virgil's expression on his cardboard face obviously said that he indeed wanted to know more about it and the other boy was just waiting for the bomb to explode.

-"Well...I know it's magic but I don't know exactly where it came from, hehe...." Patton laughed nervously, scratching his cheek.

Ethan facepalmed his head then, Virgil though looked pretty confused and disappointed.

-"Guess we're staying here for the rest of the school time...right?" Virgil said, wanting to change the subject, what's the point of asking questions anyway if they won't tell you the answers.

-"Oh no no no! You're not staying in THIS place.

It's only for fixing Dee over here." he said pointing at the porcelain boy

"How about going to the cafe?" Patton suggested getting a glare from the porcelain boy for the nickname that was used in front of Virgil again.

-"You change your mind pretty quickly."the cardboard boy said.

-"Not wanting to be rude of course."

-"Nah, you're not.

He's just like this confused mom friend even if he declares himself a dad" Ethan simply said making the usually bubbly person huff in annoyance before smiling again and saying:

-"Welp, I may act like that sometimes but I do not have a feminine face like you, dear cousin." The older boy smirked as the younger one with heterochromia gasped offended.

-"That's not my fault! Let's just go to the cafe!"

Virgil giggled at their funny relationship, they got along pretty well.

It was a shame for him to be honest to not have any cousins or siblings....It felt so...lonely.

After they appeared at their destination Patton asked the boys what they wanted to get, since he was the one to buy the stuff.

Virgil wanted to deny but he looked at Ethan instead remembering he didn't eat.

Apparently Ethan forgot for a second as well before getting "angry" again.

-"I can't- You bastard! How dare you Patton?! Right in my face?" The porcelain boy exclaimed as both of them knew what he was talking about, they both laughed.

-"Your loss. Virgil will get your food then!" Patton simply said as Ethan crossed his arms, pretty pissed off at his miserable non-human being.

-"No, no I don't-"

Virgil tried explaining as Patton gasped before heading closer to the boy and whispering:

-"Please don't tell me you don't eat too."

-"No, it's just I don't want to inpose, please-" Virgil tried saying but Patton kept nagging him until he finally sighed in defeat and agreed.

As Patton went to buy the food and drinks there for a moment was silence between the two of the other boys until Ethan finally spoke up.

-"Sooo...You're really not ashamed of me being...you know?" He asked as the other boy shook his head pretty fast it could even fall of his neck.

-"No! Of course not! You're wonderful!" He tried defending the other who smiled softly at him.

-"Are you busy tonight?" The porcelain boy asked.

-"N-no? Why do you ask?" Virgil said.

-"Then I'm inviting you over! You can finally meet my queer-platonic mums!" He said exitedly before flushing in embarrassment for saying it out loud."

-"R-Really? They won't mind?" Virgil asked again, a little more shy this time but still with hope in his voice.

-"No, but there is another problem with them that you need to just ignore..."

-"What???" Virgil became a ball of confusion at this moment.

-"They ugh....Think we are a couple? How do you say it....They...ship us?"

-"What???? And why would I be a bout-" Virgil asked with an inside joke.

-"Well, it's not exactly a bout...."

-"I know what it means, dummy. I'm just playing with you to make it sound less awkward."

-"Well, that didn't help-" As Ethan was in his mid sentence he got cut off by Patton who just came back with the food."

-"DA FOOD IS HERE!" Patton happily exclaimed.

With that sentence The boy in vitligo did some hand gestures to Patton, probably the sign language as the boy in glasses glared at him and used the sign gestures back.

Ethan: "F-U-C-K O-F-F P-A-T"

Patton:"L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E"

-"What were you saying????" Virgil asked but instead of answering Ethan took the muffin from Patton's plate who clearly yelled at him as he shoved it in Virgil's face.

Unfortunately it didn't go through his mask as it was intended to.

Instead it made Virgil very uncomfortable.

-"Guess it broke, huh?" Ethan said.

-"I'll eat it later you idiot! Don't shove it in my mouth here if I can't eat it!" Now Virgil was really pissed at the other boy who now tried to apologize to him the best he could.

And it finally worked.

-"How about we go to Dee's house?" Patton suggested.

-"I already asked him that before, he agreed."

-"Yey!" Patton replied still as happy as ever.

-"But I need to get my things first-" Virgil said worriedly.

-"Oh right!" The both of them said in unison.

As Patton drove him off to his house to get his things.

His parents weren't home as usual....

After 10 bare minutes of packing he came back and popped in the car next to apparently Dee.

-"Why aren't you sitting next to Patton in the front sit?" Virgil asked curiously for why the other boy was sitting here when there was an empty sit in the front.

-"He knows why." Patton exclaimed rolling his eyes as Ethan stuck his tongue out at him.

-"Okay then..." The cardboard boy awkwardly replied.

After 10 minutes of driving or so, because Patton couldn't drive faster that 50mph.

[Ethan always woke up pretty early and run 5 km like it was nothing]

When they finally arrived Ethan went to knock on the door as he said:

"Mom C! Mamma D! I'm brought Pat and Virgil home!"

-"Pfff..Mom C, Mamma D?" Virgil said

-"Shut up" Ethan replied as two woman in the age of 30 or close came to the door.

One had light curly hair dyed the color red and as the author would describe African eyes as they were green with a big patch of hazel in the middle.

She also appeared to have a lot of freckles on her face.

She as well as Patton wore an apron but not for painting though as for cooking.

The other one looked more tomboy like, one could say.

She had pretty short but not too short dirty blonde hair, torquise eyes and a literal face of a duck.

She wore a black hoodie and stripped shirt under it, also having trainers and ripped jeans.

-"How's our not-born-from-either-of-us gay son doing?" They both said in unison as he sighed, Patton though giggled and Virgil just rolled his cardboard eyes playfully.

-"Ooooh! Is this your boyfriend you've been talking about?" Mamma D (Dominique) said.

-WHA-NO! HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND MOM!"

Ethan yelled, his face being the color of a tomato at least.

-"Not yet" Mom C (Caroline) said looking at a wall and winking to it.

[She breaks da fourth wall]

-"God..." Dee whined tiredly.

-"Auntie Caroline and Dominique are funny aren't they?" Patton exclaimed.

-"Um....." Virgil was almost silent, as he as well as Dee blushed madly.

-"Anyways, we are going to my room, what's for dinner?" Dee asked, not caring that he himself didn't eat, since the other two on the other hand did.

-"Mac n Cheese!" Dominique yelled.

-"Mmmm, my favorite!" Patton happily cheered.

-"God, I wish I could eat....It always looks so good..." The porcelain boy mumbled not expecting the comforting pat on the back from his hooded friend in the mask.

-"It's fine, though. I'm used to this torture." The boy exclaimed this time louder.

There was a moment of silence before Ethan asked both of them:

-"Hey guys, what do you want to play?" He said pointing at a giant stock of board and video games.

-"Jenga!" Patton exclaimed

-"Monopoly..?" Virgil said unsurely.

-"Virgie NOOOO I don't want to lose you!" Ethan whined holding the paperboy's hands with the pleading yet fake sadness on his face pretending to be dramatic again making the smaller one giggle.

-"Aww you guys are cute." Patton said, adoring the other two who flushed and moved away a few inches.

After some time of playing board games like dungeons and dragons, Jenga, Uno and Hot Patt-tato they were loosing up for a movie.

-"Oh, oh! Let's watch Bolt!" Patton yelled exitedly.

-"I'd rather watch Jungle Book, It's more classic." Dee criticized

-"What about...Lilo & Stitch?" Virgil suggested, still pretty shy though.

-"which part? I have all four, plus the series." Dee exclaimed.

-"Um....Maybe the second one?" Virgil said.

-"Okay then..."

When the dinner was finally ready they all stopped the movie to eat, except Ethan who didn't want to wait for them here and later getting teased on by Dominique and Caroline, Dee left, offended and flustered, then Virgil and finally Patton.

They got to the part in which Stitch couldn't control himself anymore and screwed stuff up, him and Lilo had a fight and later on Lilo went to play a role without him as he was even more broken.

This scene made them all sob, but not as much as when Stitch was put into the fixing machine as everyone thought it was too late for him.

Now they all fully cried. What was the most surprising was that it wasn't Patton who cried the most at the scene but Virgil.

Both Ethan and Patton tried to comfort him after watching the part.

Though there was happy ending so nothing really bad then..

-"Virgie, why did you pick a movie which would make you cry so much?" Ethan asked worriedly.

-"I just...wanted to see this part again...For some reason.."

-"Okay then..." The boy in vitligo signed.

-"Oh! Son, it was very nice to meet you and I'd be glad to adopt you as my own." Patton said with a loving stare at the masked boy.

-"Ummm....What?" Virgil asked, pretty confused now.

-"Shh..You're my baby now."

-"...Eth?" Virgil tried asking for help but none came since Ethan just gave the "shrug it off" motion.

After some time of eating snacks and talking, the porcelain boy checked the hour.

-"Oh shit we should probably go to sleep, guys."

-"Language, Dee." Patton rolled his eyes tiredly.

-"But it's only 2 AM in the morning?" Virgil asked as the other two gave him an unbelieving stare which made him regret saying this out loud.

-"Bed. Now" both of them said at the same time.

-"Nooooo" Virgil whined as he was being pulled by them to bed.

-"But my Tumblr-" he tried defending himself but for no use.

-"It won't fly away. Now sleep!" Ethan said in a worrying yet stern voice.

-"Um...I sort of have problems with that."

-"Shouldn't you put your mask away first? It's probably hurting your face no-" Patton asked yet being cut off by the younger boy in the cardboard mask.

-"NO!" Virgil yelled but put his hands to his mouth and gasped at his sudden outburst.

-"I'm so sorry, I- I didn't mean to-" he cried as Ethan came closer to him.

-"It's not your fault, it happens sometimes to every one of us.

Now do you want me to sing you a song? Maybe it will help you sleep, I don't know...."

The smaller boy nodded without any hesitation even to his own surprise making Ethan chuckle a little as he began to sing Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra.

Which actually worked as his wonderful siren like voice lulled the cardboard boy to sleep.

They both then fell asleep on the porcelain boy's bed as Patton just signed, peacefully this time and went to the living room.

-"VIRGIL WAKE UP, WE OVERSLEPT!" The voice broke the amazing silence as the boy in the bed hissed lazily not caring.

-"Virgil please, we need to go! Or I'm taking your mask off." Ethan fake-threatend.

Virgil then suddenly flicked from the bed "energized as ever"

Or rather anxious as ever.

As they both sat in the car and run as fast as they could to the classroom...

And there was a new student.

#ts patton #ts virgil #ts deceit #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides au #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic virgil

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thetourguidebarbie · 5 years ago

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Not sure if you're taking prompts but I know I'll forget... Caroline makes assumptions about Klaus and compulsion, klaus is dispointed and thinking maybe she doesn't know him as well as he thought. Happy ending.

This has a lot of rape mentions, and it explores a topic that I’ve wanted to for a while (Katherine basically admitting to raping Stefan). That means this is not a Katherine friendly fic. You’ve been warned. Happy kc though, obviously!

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"Ugh, this is exhausting," Caroline muttered to herself, flipping through her latest pick out of Klaus's collection of old grimoires and closing it with a soft thump and resting her head on her arms, trying to resist the urge to bang her forehead on the table.

Though witches aged much slower than normal humans,, Bonnie had begun to steadily show signs of it. She'd complained about having to get her roots done about four months ago, and Caroline couldn't seem to get it out of her brain. Even though she was acutely aware that Bonnie could be killed by external forces, she'd somehow forgotten that mortals died just from passing years. Caroline was growing desperate to find a way to keep her friend alive without taking away her powers.

She'd pestered Klaus for the last few weeks to use his connections, and though he'd called a few witches they'd either come up with nothing or refused to admit they had ideas. It was frustrating her that of all the problems she'd tackled over the years, this seemed to be the one that she was finding most difficult to solve. She was running out of options, and even though they had years until Bonnie died, Klaus had spent a thousand years breaking one curse, so an early start wouldn't hurt.

She pulled the next grimoire over and tried to figure out if she should get a snack. Elijah's eyes seemed to twitch whenever he caught her eating in the library, but he was off on some sort of trip with Katherine, and she'd definitely clean it up by the time he got back.

Mind made up, she went to the kitchen, frowning when she saw Klaus bent over the kitchen table and staring at his glass of blood as though it had deeply offended him. "What's wrong?"

He looked up at her, his dimples showing, though his smile was weaker than usual. "Nothing, love."

"Sounds like a lie, but we don't have to talk about it," Caroline said, plopping down beside Klaus and kissing him on the cheek, tangling her fingers with his. "How was your morning?"

"Fine, other than my half-empty bed when I woke," he said, somehow adding an edge underneath his light tone, and she winced.

Oh.

"I'm sorry. I know I've been busy with the whole Bonnie thing."

It hadn't occurred to her that Klaus would feel neglected while she dove head-first into research, but it shouldn't have surprised her. They'd been joined at the hip for a few decades now, and he wasn't used to her taking on projects without him.

"I understand how important it is to you," he said, and it was only said decades of being with him that helped her detect the forced element in his reassurance. She doubted he was lying, but she could admit that she'd kind of ignored him for a week or two other than when she asked him for help, assuming that he'd just take the time to do other things.

"Yeah, but you're important to me too."

"I should hope so," he teased, apparently reassured, the genuine smile he directed at her making her warm. "And I might have a lead, if you're interested."

"Of course!"

"I think you should ask Katerina for help."

"Katherine? Why?"

"She was a witch before she was a vampire, and her coven specialized in necromancy and other similar arts. Perhaps she'll know a thing or two about de-aging?"

"She's out of town, though," Caroline pointed out, already mentally calculating how many grimoires she could go through before Katherine returned.

She automatically tipped her head to the side when Klaus bent to press a kiss to her neck, his hand squeezing hers. "Then we have time for you to have a break before she gets back, hmm?"

"I guess I can't fault your logic," she teased, twisting to kiss him, remembering how much she craved him as soon as his hands tugged her waist to pull her closer. "A break sounds good."

---

Katherine had looked slightly surprised when Caroline brought her Bonnie problem up, though she recovered quickly, her lips twisting into a grimace. "Honestly, I've tried to forget everything to do with my family, but for you and not getting murdered by your boyfriend, I'll try."

"Thanks," Caroline said, the tension flowing out of her. "I really, really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it," Katherine said grumpily, following Caroline to the library and sitting down at the table, which was covered in books. She raised her eyebrows. "You've been busy."

"Yeah, I've kind of been working on it for a while."

"I can see that," Katherine said dryly. "Well, lucky for you I have a few ideas. I think you should at least consider the possibility of moving Bonnie to a younger body. It would solve all your problems."

"I don't know..." Caroline said slowly, knowing that Bonnie would never go for stealing someone else's body, and honestly Caroline wasn't all that comfortable with it either. She knew what it was like to have her body feel like it belonged to someone else, to have her own reactions and thoughts dependent on someone else's willingness to let her have them. Body jumping grossed her out to the nth degree. "It might be a good place to start in terms of research, but I don't think Bonnie will be okay with that."

"Why not?" Katherine asked, frowning.

Sometimes it was hard for Caroline to remember that Katherine's general attitude towards life involved doing what was best for her and would reach her goals at all times, damn the consequences to other people. She was willing to throw anyone under the bus to achieve her aims, including the people she loved, but especially people she didn't. "Because it's awful for the person that you're doing it to. You're taking away their agency. It's a violation."

Katherine shrugged. "Yeah, but Bonnie would be alive."

"I don't think I could do that to someone," Caroline said. "Just like, steal their life. And I doubt Bonnie would either."

"Listen, cupcake," Katherine drawled, and Caroline bristled at the condescending tone. "I've been around the block a few times. Sometimes you need to break a few eggs to make an omelette. Or you can just egg a car for fun. Why not live a little?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I didn't strictly have to compel you to get my job done in Mystic Falls, but it was easy and gave me some leverage, and you were kind of fun to work with, other than when you locked me in a room to try to kill me."

"Yeah, I'm not sorry about that."

"I get why you did it," Katherine said with a shrug. "All I'm saying is that when you've lived as long as I have, humans are a means to an end. I grew up back when women weren't considered people and living for a few hundred years while your boyfriend tried to kill me wasn't exactly a walk in the park. It would have been impossible if I hadn't taken advantage of more than a few of them along the way."

"Taken advantage?" Caroline asked slowly, a horrible feeling building in her gut. She knew that Katherine was a murderer, but she'd always written it off as them having different philosophies and her needing to kill to stay alive. Caroline understood using people to save the ones she loved. She had never considered that Katherine might have done more than murder, though, that she seemed to consider humans animals, not worthy of respect or consideration.

"Sure. I had them get things for me or seduce their way into court. I couldn't do everything myself. I needed some help."

"You compelled people to seduce people?" Caroline asked, a bit sick to her stomach. "Couldn't you have just compelled your way in?"

"Again, easier. More fun. Sometimes I'd go with. Vampire libido is a bitch."

"That's horrible!"

"Oh don't act like you've never been tempted."

"I haven't, actually."

"Well, you can ask Stefan how he feels about it if you're so worried. Sure, it started as compulsion but he didn't stop being in love with me after he was turned."

"You compelled Stefan to be in love with you?" Caroline asked, trying not to physically jerk back from Katherine, feeling a little nauseated. She'd been friends with Katherine (sort of) for decades, had let her hang out in her bedroom and talk about their lives. They'd gone shopping together, gone on vacations... She knew Katherine wasn't a great person, that she'd killed people and manipulated them and used them for her own ends, but she'd never expected her to be a rapist. It hadn't squared with who she knew.

"Didn't he tell you?" Katherine asked, either not picking up on Caroline's revulsion or mistaking it for general disapproval. "He spent the first few months I was in Mystic Falls harping on and on about it..."

"Of course he did. You abused him," Caroline burst out. "What the hell, Katherine?"

She could remember Stefan's general dislike of Katherine, how he'd seemed to be genuinely scared for her, how he didn't want her near his brother or Elena. She'd thought it was because Katherine was older and therefore stronger, but maybe that wasn't it. The clues were all adding up now.

She vaguely remembered Stefan mumbling something about Katherine giving him dreams after they'd been locked in the cave together, though she hadn't asked too much about the content even though she'd wanted to. She'd worried it was too private or that she'd find out something she hadn't wanted to know. He'd been enormously paranoid for weeks after Katherine had pretended to be Elena, and that had seemed reasonable at the time for Elena's safety, but Caroline suddenly wondered if it was because he was disgusted that Katherine had tried to touch him again.

A part of her, a big part, would never forgive Stefan for letting Damon abuse her, even if she'd justified it to herself as Stefan either not knowing how bad it was or thinking that it would only be for a short time. Now though, she wondered if he'd felt helpless or didn't know how to approach the subject. It was still unforgivable, but maybe more understandable?

And now she was being so casual about it, like it wasn't a big deal at all. How could she think that? Or maybe to her it wasn't? Maybe this was how all vampires felt? That humans were lesser and theirs for the taking. It might make sense because a lot of them grew up in a time when that kind of violation was accepted as standard and could always be explained away as long as the person with more power had been the perpetrator, but that didn't make it any less wrong.

After all, Klaus had grown up in an era where women weren't people, and he'd seemed fine, right?

She felt her heart stop in her chest, her eyes growing wide. What if he wasn't? What if she was in bed with... she swallowed, trying to push the thought away, but she knew it would bother her until she addressed it, and she wasn't sure whether she could wait.

Well, really, she was sure that she couldn't wait, that she couldn't spend another single minute not knowing whether she'd unknowingly fallen in love with someone who did things that made her skin crawl.

"I have to go," Caroline said flatly, not bothering to thank Katherine for her help and speeding across the house, knocking on the door to Klaus's studio. She didn't smile when he opened it, her eyes filling with tears the second she saw him. All she wanted was for him to hug her and reassure her that he wasn't that kind of monster. "Hey."

"I see that Katerina was less than helpful?" he half-asked, pulling her into his arms. She stiffened but couldn't help but melt after a few moments, her eyes closing as she buried her face in his shoulder. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I have a question," she said, swallowing and closing her eyes, taking a deep shaky breath. "And I need you to answer truthfully, okay? No matter what you think I'll think. Can you promise me?"

"Of course," he said without hesitation. "Well, I suppose I should amend that. I'll never lie to you, Caroline. I can't guarantee that I can answer any question."

Good enough.

"Katherine told me that she compelled Stefan to love her when he was human," Caroline said slowly, sitting down on the couch against the wall that she occasionally posed on. Klaus sat beside her, seeming to realize that this was more serious than he'd thought. "And I...did you?"

He frowned, though he seemed to know where she was going with it considering the wary look on his face. "Did I what, sweetheart?"

"Have you ever...you know. Compelled someone?"

"I've compelled many people," he said dryly. "Though I assume what you want to know is whether I've compelled anyone for sex?"

"Yeah," she admitted, suddenly not wanting to know in case he had.

"No," he said bluntly. "Never."

Caroline took a deep, shaky breath. "Okay. Good."

"Did you really think so low of me?" he asked softly, tapping his finger under her chin to get her to look at him. He looked hurt, though he was doing a good job of not lashing out.

"No. No, I just...after Katherine I felt like I had to check, you know?" she asked before continuing in a rush. "Because I can't let that happen to me again. I can't...if you'd been...It wasn't about you, Klaus. It was about me."

"Again?" he whispered, his eyes flashing gold. "What do you mean 'again', Caroline?"

"I mean, you know what Damon did, right?"

"I recall him doing many ill-advised things," Klaus said dryly. "Can you refresh my memory?"

"When I was human, he compelled me."

"To spy, correct?"

"And to use me as a blood bag," Caroline said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And, you know, to sleep with me."

"Beg pardon?"

"I mean, I was so scared after he showed me what he was. When I woke up the next morning, I tried to leave, but he wouldn't let me. I threw a lamp at him and he just laughed."

"Caroline..."

"And then everyone just let him. They let him do that to me. Stefan knew and he just...he did nothing. Elena and Bonnie didn't do anything either. They used me to try to vervain Damon. They had me drink it to poison him. And after Damon compelled me to not be scared and to let him...you know...he told me that when he was done with me he'd kill me. And I was screaming inside but I couldn't say anything but yes. It was like my brain was yelling at me to be scared and to scream and run, but I felt myself giggle and my arms just went around him and, ugh. It was vile and horrific and terrible and I can't even think about it without wanting to lock all the doors in the house and curl up under a blanket, and it's been fifty years."

"I didn't know," Klaus said quietly.

"I guess I didn't want you to," Caroline admitted, squeezing her eyes shut. "I mean, not consciously. I always told myself that it just never came up, but I just couldn't say it. I guess I thought that you'd think..."

"I'd think?" he prompted after she trailed off.

"I don't know. That I was stupid to go home with him the first time? Or like, that it was my fault? Because you're so old and back in ye olden days women were property and only existed to pop out babies and it didn't matter what the thought."

"Have I ever made you feel like that?"

"No," she said vehemently, shaking her head. "No. You've never made me feel like that. But I was worried that you had before. To someone else."

"I prefer that my lovers choose to come to me," Klaus said easily. "And it's a rather strong preference. One I've never ignored. Occasionally they took some coaxing, especially the men, but I've never compelled myself a lover, nor have I taken one who didn't ask."

"Okay."

"The chase used to be my favorite part, you see," he said before giving her a dimpled grin. "Until I met you, and then I decided to convince you to stay. I'm rather fond of you, you see."

"You fancy me?" she teased, though her tone was still a bit watery.

"More every day," he said, giving her the kind of smile he saved for when they were alone.

"Sap."

"For you. Feel better, love?"

"A little. I still kind of never want to see Katherine's face again though, to be honest."

"She'll move out," Klaus said simply. "Elijah will have to make his own arrangements."

"Okay," she said, swallowing. "Thanks."

"If you need anything, all you have to do is ask, Caroline. I should hope the last two decades taught you that."

"Sometimes I still don't believe it," she admitted, laying her head on his chest so that she wouldn't have to look at him while she spoke her insecurities aloud. "That you love me, I mean."

"Perhaps I'll have to make a point of showing it more," he murmured. "But know that I do, Caroline."

She let him pull her closer, and she buried her face in his shoulder, humming contentedly. They fell into an easy silence, though she could practically feel that he was deep in thought even as he played with her hair and fiddled with the hem of her top.

He broke the silence after a few minutes, his tone carefully light, though she could hear the danger beneath. "Damon's alive."

She sighed, having known this was coming. "He is."

"Do you want him to be?"

She considered his question. She'd had more than a few revenge fantasies, honestly, but she wasn't sure how she'd feel about acting on them. She'd never been fond of killing people just because she wanted to, but this was a special case, right?

"No," she said. "I don't."

"I can take care of that for you. Unless you'd like to do it yourself?"

"I don't want to see him. Ever again."

"I'll arrange for it to be done, then," Klaus said. "I'll see to it personally."

"Okay."

"And your friends?" he asked, the last word almost sarcastic. She bristled.

"What about them?"

"They let this happen."

"Why do you think I haven't talked to Elena or Stefan in years?"

"But the Bennett witch. You're sure that you want to pour all of your energy into saving her life when she did nothing to--"

"Don't, Klaus. Please."

He was quiet for a moment before he swallowed audibly. "I apologize. I simply...I'll do whatever you need, Caroline. Whatever you decide."

"We worked through it a long time ago," Caroline said after a few seconds of thinking through how she wanted to say it. "Bonnie was just trying to do the right thing. She's apologized, and I know that if she could go back in time and change it, she would. That's enough for me, and I need it to be enough for you too. Okay?"

He nodded once. "Whatever you want, love."

She smiled slightly. "Thanks. Any luck with the non-Katherine sources?"

"I'll keep looking," Klaus promised. "Was this conversation with Katerina a result of a conversation about transferring Bonnie's soul into another body?"

"Yeah. And I don't want to. It's wrong."

"Human science has come a long way in the past few decades," Klaus pointed out. "I think there may be a similar solution."

"Really?" Caroline asked, sitting up to look at him more easily. "What?"

"Cloning," Klaus said simply. "We can pay a surrogate. We certainly have the money to. We'll put her new body in a protected chamber under a sleeping spell. Once it's physically grown, we'll transfer Bonnie's soul. No life taken away, no bodies violated. She keeps her magic."

"Klaus," Caroline breathed, her eyes widening. "That's an amazing idea."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I do try."

She pecked him on the lips. "I love you."

"And I, you."

"And I'm sorry for doubting you," she said more quietly. "I know you're not that kind of person, but--"

"But you had to make sure. Do your thorough research," Klaus teased, reaching to tuck a curl behind her ear. "I understand."

"Thanks."

"Not at all."

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline drabble #klaroline fanfiction #mydrabbles #paigemarie007 #ask #answer

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typicalmidnightsoul · 5 years ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼- Chapter 6

ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕜

I was made heavy half blade and half silk, difficult to forget but not easy for the mind to follow- Rupi Kaur

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4 5 <- here

The dinner went fine. Elain was rigid next to Feyre watching as the others tried to mix with the people of Rask. Cassian had…words with Leona. Whether it was regarding Nesta or their shared experiences of being generals then royalty, Feyre did not know. The Rask royal family was not that sociable, but how could they be when Nesta’s relationship with the court of dreams was jagged. Luna had taken a particular liking to Azriel who in turn blushed at her… advances, but for most of the time Audrey and Luna remained quiet their eyes on the door. Nesta had not shown up and just as they were about to leave without doing any alliance negations Nesta sent a note saying to start without her and that she would be there as soon as she could.

Amren sipped from the wine glass saying, “You would think being a Princess would make her punctual.”

Luna’s head snapped toward her, she lowered her eyebrows glancing at Jonah who in turn bared his teeth and said to Amren, “She is not just any odd person, she is the crown princess, and she has territories and people more important than the likes of you and your court of dreams to attend to.”

Amren gave a snake-like smile, “Tell me, did Nesta force you to be here?”

He looked her up and down, “Every single person you see here is here out of their own choice those who didn’t want to come didn’t.” He mock looked around, “Do you see Clare or Eris here?”

Amren was about to answer back-

“Enough.” Audrey spoke up, her eyes venomous, “We should discuss the matter holding up the treaty negotiations before Nesta gets here.”

“Wait before Nesta-”

Audrey nodded at Luna who cut Feyre off saying, “For this alliance to proceed all the territories of Rask will need to sign, if even one of them don’t the alliance will not go forward. My territory, Jonah’s and Leona’s refuse to sign until you agree to one condition.�� She lifted her chin.

Rhys and Feyre exchanged a look,

“We would like to hear it first.” Feyre was sure that Rhys would give them whatever they wanted if only to assure the safety of the humans.

They all braced themselves eyes on Luna but it was Jonah who said,

“We would like you to accept this cheque of 20,000 gold marks.”

They all froze and stared with wide eyes.

“Accept?” Feyre asked in shock.

“Why would you want us to accept it?” Rhys asked his tone suspicious.

Leona looked at him eyes lit with a raging fire, “because we want to go into this relationship without any debts with you. We wouldn’t want to give you another opportunity to demean us or our other family members.”

“What debt?” Cassian ground out.

“The debt that my older sister has to you. The debt that you taunt Nesta with whenever an opportunity presents itself.” Jonah replied.

Cassian and Jonah stared each other down.

Until Jonah dragged his head to Rhys, “Will you accept?”

Rhys had that far-away look in his eyes that suggested he was conversing with his inner circle. A long time after he replied, “Nesta Archeron‘s expenses weren’t that much when she was in our care therefore we will accept half of what you are offering.”

Audrey gave them all a soft smile, “We will look forward to our alliance with you.”

“Is that it then?” Cassian asked leaning back into his chair, “Are we allies now?”

“There will obviously be a formal ceremony, but yes since all territories will have signed by tonight… we are, I guess, allies.”

Heels clicked into the restaurant, “That quick and without me?”

Nesta’s family beamed at her, a grin splitting on Jonah’s face. One that had to been there even when his mate had held his hand.

Caroline gesture for a waiter to get another chair but Nesta shook her head.

“I thought I would be needed for alliance negotiations but since I am not then it would be best for me to leave with Luna and Auj.”

Luna and Audrey raised a brow.

“We seem to have to solve a blood feud or we’ll have another Romeo and Juliet on our hands. Clare’s already there.” She went to walk out, Luna and Audrey getting up when Feyre stopped them.

“I would like to speak with Nesta.”

Luna sized up the space between them.

Audrey asked, “alone?”

Feyre froze, what did they think she would do to her sister? Kidnap her?

“Not alone but not publicly either.”

Audrey nodded and jerked her chin at Luna, “You go.” Feyre nodded at Elain to come as well.

Confusion ruffled Nesta’s beautiful face, but nonetheless she led them out to the garden below.

Luna gestured for Elain to sit with her at a nearby table and ordered tea and coffee.

Nesta leaned against the post of the gazebo that gave shelter to the diners outside, which there were none of as all the customers chose to dine on the roof for the view.

“So, what’s this about?”

Feyre knew Nesta would hate it if she beat around the bush. So she just said, “I am obviously mad at you for leaving. And I know that I must have instigated it but… let bygones be bygones. Let’s start over.”

Feyre stepped closer to her. Nesta stepped back.

“No I don’t think we should.”

Feyre flinched, “Why?”

She turned back, leaning back onto the fencing of the gazebo looking at the small, quiet little town before them.

“Do you know what you’re asking me to do? You’re asking me for the sake of your own guilt to forget the bitter behaviour I have experienced from you and your family. To forget Clare’s grieving face” Feyre opened her mouth but Nesta turned and held up a finger. “I know you think you avenged her but stabbing the attor will not bring back the Beddor family or ease Clare’s torment no matter how much conciliation it gives you.”

“Nesta I admit I may have unknowingly hurt you-”

“Well then Feyre you must be really nave and foolish because the amount of people you have unknowingly hurt? Lucien for starters has been ‘unknowingly’”-she made quotation marks with her fingers-“mocked for getting close to new people. Mocked for giving themselves the name of ‘the band of exiles’, I mean come on hypocrisy at its finest, Feyre how much better is The Court of dreams?”

“Lucien, Nesta? You hate him!” Feyre exclaimed.

“Stop trying to change the subject.” She flicked a lock over her shoulder, “Do you not think you and your friends have a god complex? Even when it came to me. Your own sister. You thought that because Love healed you it would heal me. You made my decision for me. What if I died from it? Would come to my grave and ask me to start over.”

Nesta’s face was now scrunched up tears trying to force tares back her back to Feyre,

“You acted like it was a choice. Like my depression, PTSD, anorexia was all a choice like I could just,”-She snapped her fingers-“turn it off.”

Feyre started to shake her head profusely.

“Well I couldn’t. And worst of all I blamed myself. But not anymore.” She wiped her tears away and faced her, “From now on you are accountable for your own decisions. I am no longer holding myself responsible for your mistakes. I am done second guessing myself. I have learnt to live with my mistakes, so maybe instead of trying to ‘start over’ you should as well.”

Nesta walked out of the wards of the restaurant and winnowed away. Leaving a cold Feyre with tears slipping down her face. Luna came to her.

“Feyre the document has not been signed yet. If, after this you do not want to go ahead with the alliance then you have to tell me now.”

Feyre turned to her.

“That’s why Audrey sent you. Because she knew the Nesta would blow and you had to make sure I still agreed to the alliance.”

Luna offered no explanation.

“Well I still consent to this alliance. So you can save your breath.”

Luna nodded, “If you go back in please tell Audrey, Nesta and I have left.” Feyre nodded and went up to the roof with Elain.

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Two weeks after the dinner, Feyre was readying her gallery for classes when a flying letter burst in through the window. Before she could grab it the letter folded itself and spoke,

“To the high lady of Night,” a posh voice said, then Caroline’s voice started playing,

“Hello Feyre, I wondered if you would like to join me for a drink before I open my restaurant now. There is something I would like to discuss. If you do just touch the letter after my message if you don’t just tell the letter to leave.

Yours truly Caroline.”

Feyre looked taken aback.

“Ah, the talking transportation letters. They are apparently a habit of Raskians.” Ressina came out of the back room and put a hand on Feyre’s shoulder chuckling at her shocked face, “You should go. We have another hour till we open.”

Feyre considered glancing at the clock. Then nodded.

She touched the letter. In what seemed like a mist travelling through the folds of the world, a sound much like a deafening howling wind Feyre was transported and now standing on the street in front of the restaurant.

She looked around, the letter was nowhere to be seen. People were busy in the street market behind her. She gathered herself and walked up to the rooftop part.

Caroline was there admiring the view. She stood up to greet her.

“Hello.”

Feyre smiled and said, “I am really sorry Caroline but this must be quick I have to open my gallery for classes soon.”

She gestured for her to sit, “Of course, I also have to open, and this will only take a few minutes.” She looked at Feyre’s face, “You have something on your mind.”

She bit her lip, “It was just… Jonah, your mate, he’s my brother and Clare’s alive… this is all so confusing. It’s just that when I find out how they… how do you think I will feel?”

Feyre winced, “Ugh, I sound so pathetic.”

Caroline smiled, “No, it’s fine. I am sorry though Feyre. I don’t really know how you will feel. I can tell you though that Clare’s story is much less complicated than Jonah’s, funnily enough. He is very protective of Nesta. So I do apologize for his behaviour.”

Feyre shook her head, “He loves her deeply. And I hurt her, his behaviour is normal. Anyway what would you like to discuss.”

Feyre sipped from the glass of coffee.

Caroline glanced at the clock, “Um, there is little time so,” She pulled a gold invite towards her and handed it to Feyre, “It is mine and Jonah’s anniversary next week. So I would like to invite you to the party we’re holding.”

Feyre accepted it, “Do you think Nesta will want me there?”

She waved a hand, “Nesta will not mind, just don’t mention any of the words you exchanged and Nesta won’t get triggered.”

“You all seem really close.”

“Oh we are. All of us. Leona, Clare, Luna and Audrey stick with her, Nesta’s mine and my brother’s partner in crime. Ollie and Ash love her like crazy, they have shopping sprees together. Honestly we are a really big group. You will meet the whole family next week if you come. Are you… planning to?”

Feyre nodded, “Yes. I intend on making the relationship with my sister stronger.”

Caroline smiled and then stood up, “Sorry Feyre I have to get to the kitchen. Feel free to stay here and finish your coffee.” She downed her own. Then stopped and turned back.

“Just a heads up, Nesta and Leo…Leona, Luna and Audrey will be coming in the next few days.”

“Why?” Feyre asked tearing her eyes away from the invitation.

“It’s tradition for Rask to give a gift to you after the alliance has been finalized.

“Do we give-”

“No, no. Just a heads-up, anyway bye see you next week.”

“You too.” She sipped from her cup admiring the place Nesta now called home. She glanced at the clock. She had to go back in the next five minutes if she wanted to be on time. She didn’t know if she should be dreading or celebrating the invitation she was now holding.

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This was such a long one. Sorry for the lateness, life got in the way. Up next: The party, an introduction the first love in Nesta's life and a distraught Nesta seeking Azriel's help.

Tags:@mis-lil-red @wannawriteyouabook @my-fan-side

#nesta archeron #cassian #ersi #original character #nessian fanfic #acotar #rhys #rhysand #helion #lucien #elain #mor #morrigan #amren #varian #acomaf #acowar #acofas #day court #rask #prythian

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lalainajanes · 5 years ago

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The Kindness of Strangers

It takes a good half hour for Caroline to realize that she’s been ditched.

In her defense, she’s not exactly at her best.

She can’t stop coughing, her chest hurts. She’s freezing, still wearing her coat and scarf even though she’s been indoors, waiting for her turn to see a doctor, for three hours. Caroline will admit that she’s never been an ideal patient. She hates every single part of being sick – gross fluids leaking from her body, disruptions to her carefully plotted schedule. She loathes weakness, isn’t used to having to count on other people. She’s lived in Chicago for just under a year, doesn’t have many people to rely on.

She’d been self medicating for days, guzzling DayQuil and NyQuil in turn, googling home remedies and forcing down cup after cup of chamomile tea with honey.

The medicine hadn’t helped, nor had the tea and the best medical advice Pinterest had to offer.

Hence why she’s sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair, in a packed waiting room, braving screaming children, bloody wounds, and even more airborne germs.

She’s staring dumbly down at her phone, at the picture that’s just popped up on her Instagram feed. Posted just a few seconds ago it features her boyfriend at the gym, his face strained as he lifts a kettlebell. She hadn’t bothered to read the caption, knows it’s some nonsense about reps or mile times that she’s only ever feigned interest in for the sake of politeness.

He’d been yammering on about his workout plans since he’d picked her up. Caroline had been humming in acknowledgement at regular intervals but she’d figured it didn’t need to be explicitly stated that leaving her in a hospital waiting room was so not cool.

Apparently she’d been mistaken.

“Please tell me he’s some sort of useless relation. A cousin you’re only nice to because your mum insists.”

Caroline’s head swivels to the speaker, a touch surprised by the accent. The guy next to her is looking down at her phone, his expression disbelieving. She’d nodded tiredly at him when she’d sat down, some part of her brain cataloguing a general impression of an attractive man in her age range. She hadn’t been in the mood for conversation and he hadn’t attempted one either. She’d felt him shifting next to her, restless, and probably in pain judging by the impressive rainbow of purple-black bruises covering his bare left foot.

She should probably snap at him, demand he mind his own business but, if her own freaking boyfriend can’t be bothered to skip a workout when she’s in the emergency room, it’s probably a good idea to expand her social circle.

“My mom has even less time for useless relations than I do.”

“She sounds like a smart woman. Does she like your boyfriend?”

Her mother had yet to be introduced. Caroline had planned a trip to Mystic Falls for a long weekend but Stefan’s brother had called last minute with one of his bimonthly crisis’s so Caroline had made the trip solo. In hindsight, maybe she should have read more into the lack of effort. “Very smart. And handy with all manner of firearms.”

A warning, just in case he happens to be a serial killer.

His brows rise, a hint of amusement beginning to curl his lips. Caroline’s forced turn away and bury her face in the crook of her elbow as she’s wracked with coughs. She slumps back when she’s done, needs a moment to catch her breath.

When she peels her eye open her neighbor’s expression has softened with concern. “I’m Klaus,” he offers.

“Caroline.”

His arm nudges hers on the armrest between their chairs, a weird approximation of a handshake that Caroline returns. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, even if the circumstances are less than ideal.”

She’s naturally nosy, and he’s given her an opening, “What happened to your foot?”

“Stupid accident. I was helping my brother move, he got distracted. A rather heavy sofa came down on my foot.”

Caroline winces in sympathy, leans forward to peer around Klaus. She hadn’t noticed him talking to another guy but, as she hadn’t really noticed Stefan taking his leave while in her fog of misery, that doesn’t mean much. “Is he here?”

Klaus makes a low noise of denial, “God, no. Kol can only sit still as long as the average five year old. I’ll be storing this incident away for later, when I need a bigger favor than a ride to the hospital.”

Caroline doesn’t know much about healthy sibling relationships but she can admire a strategic mind.

“How long have you been waiting for?”

“I got here about an hour before you did.”

“Ugh,” Caroline grumbles, crossing her arms and yanking her sleeves down over her hands, “maybe I should have just made another pharmacy run and gone back to bed.”

Klaus leans forward, pulls a jacket and a scarf out from under his seat. He shakes them out, offering them to her. “Here. I find it quite warm in here but you’re obviously suffering.”

She shakes her head, “No, I wouldn’t want to infect you with whatever I have.”

“Did you just fall ill?”

“It’s been a few days.”

Kat, her boss, had bullied her out of the office when Caroline had nearly passed out after standing up after a meeting. Caroline had tried to protest but Katherine Pierce was excellent at getting her own way. Caroline had been in the back of a town car, under a blanket, with a driver who’d had strict instructions to only stop at a restaurant for the giant takeaway container of chicken noodle soup Kat had ordered.

She’d texted Stefan when she’d gotten home, had gotten sympathy followed by an apology. He’d told her to rest, that he hoped she’d feel better soon, but he’d claimed that he couldn’t rick catching anything, not when he’s training for a marathon.

Alone on her couch, trying to muster the energy to get herself to her bedroom so she could change out of her pencil skirt and blouse, Caroline had told herself that she shouldn’t be resentful. That ambition was sexy, goals were admirable, and she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

That it wasn’t at all annoying that, just a month ago, she’d spent a whole weekend refilling a hot water bottle for Stefan every half hour after he’d pulled a muscle. He hadn’t asked her, she’d offered, and relationships shouldn’t have scorecards.

Maybe they had different love languages. That didn’t mean they were incompatible.

Reciting the bullet points from Cosmo relationship articles hadn’t stopped Caroline from feeling resentful.

Klaus shakes his jacket gently, drawing her attention back to him, “I doubt you’re contagious at this point.”

The jacket looks to be wool, heavy and lined and probably super cozy. She only hesitates for another second before taking it, draping it over herself like a blanket and looping the scarf around her neck.

She manages to avoid obviously tucking her nose into the fabric, to better appreciate the light touch of the very nice cologne Klaus must use.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “You can tell your significant other that you’ve earned a pile of gentleman points.”

It’s not the most subtle fishing Caroline’s ever done but she’ll just have to blame that on the large doses of over the counter meds still swimming through her system.

Klaus doesn’t seem to mind, his smile widening as he leans back in his seat. He rests his head back against the wall and sprawls a bit, closer to her than he’d been before. “There’s no significant other.”

She probably shouldn’t consider that good news but she totally does.

“And you?” Klaus asks, “how long have you and the… fitness afficianado been an item?”

Caroline suspects the moniker he’s settled on is far more polite than he’d like to be.

“About six months. But we’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“Let me guess, you were high school sweethearts who reunited years later.”

His distaste is obvious and Caroline laughs softly. “Um, no. Not even close. I had a ginormous crush on him but he was really into my best friend.”

Who’d waffled between being into Stefan right back and being into Stefan’s older brother.

Klaus sighs, “So he’s got an appalling lack of taste in addition to his other less than stellar qualities.”

It’s instinct to jump to Stefan’s defense. “He’s really a great guy.”

“I’m sure.”

“He’s training for a marathon. It’s a lot of work.”

“Is this marathon tomorrow?” Klaus asks pointedly. “Because otherwise I don’t understand why he couldn’t take a day off when you’re so ill you can barely walk.”

Caroline deflates, presses her lips together as she swallows the argument she’d been about to make. She’s had plenty of practice lately. When she’d first moved, and Stefan had shot her a message offering to take her out for a drink to celebrate her new job, it had been easy to fall back in with her old friends. He’d been familiar, Elena and Damon too, and she’d been busy with her new job and settling into a new apartment. It had been easier to relearn how to be around them than to meet new people.

She’s a people person though, has started getting closer to a few coworkers, and Enzo, Rebekah and Kat all have certain opinions about Stefan that Klaus is mirroring.

“Perhaps this is none of my business,” Klaus says, after her silence has stretched on. He’s watching her carefully, like he’s wondering if he’s pushed too far.

“It’s really not.”

“Lost those gentleman points, did I?” he jokes.

Caroline laughs, willing to roll with his attempt to lighten the mood. “Maybe not all of them.” Because she is warmer now, with his layers piled on top of hers. “Where are you from, anyway?”

He’d given her the perfect opening to pry and Caroline’s not going to waste the opportunity.

All in the interest of broadening her social circle of course.

A month later, after a breakup, rearranging her entire apartment (three times), she’s decided to make more of an effort to turn her coworkers into real friends.

Rebekah’s throwing herself a birthday party. There’s even a dress code. Enzo informs Caroline that all of Rebekah’s brothers are ridiculously hot, so clearly she needs a great new dress. And heels. And some lingerie and a new lipstick because, why not?

She sees Klaus before he sees her. He’s planted on a loveseat in the living room, his casted foot resting on an ottoman. He’s flitted through her thoughts more than once since they’d met and Caroline had regretted not getting his contact info. Or at least a last name.

Klaus might be a unique name but her attempts at social media stalking had all failed.

Caroline grabs a flute of champagne (seriously, Rebekah knew how to throw a party) and hugs the perimeter of the room. She approaches Klaus from behind, sitting down on the arm next to him and chirping, “Well, fancy meeting you here.”

His eyes snap up, widening when he recognizes her. “Caroline,” he says, something like wonder coloring the tone.

It’s enough to confirm that she’d not the only one who’s spent way too much time thinking about those few hours they’d spent together.

“Glad you remember me,” she teases. “How do you know Rebekah?”

“She’s my sister.” He shifts over, threading his finger through hers to pull her down next to him. Caroline has no objections, not even when he’s pressed along her side, leaving enough room for another person beside him. “And you?”

“We work together.”

“Small world,” Klaus murmurs, very pleased about it.

Caroline can relate.

She nods down to his foot, “What was the verdict?”

He groans, “At least six weeks in the cast. I’m right sick of it. I’ve barely left my place since it happened because I can’t drive and the simplest things are infinitely more annoying.”

“I’m glad you made it out tonight.”

He’s still got her hand clasped in his but his free arm comes up, resting loosely around her shoulders. He speaks more softly and Caroline leans closer to make sure she can hear. “Likewise, love. I’ll never complain about Rebekah being a shameless nag again.”

Somehow, Caroline doubts that.

She spends the duration of the party at Klaus’ side but she meets a whole pile of new people. There’s Kol, the brother whose couch had maimed Klaus’ foot, Elijah, who is a little scary, with his appraising eyes and aggressively perfect manners. She gets some tips about thrifting vintage clothes from Gia, a classical violinist, and when she chats with Marcel he says he hopes he sees her around, promises that he knows plenty of embarrassing stories about Klaus.

She’s kind of kicking herself for falling back into old habits when she’d first moved to Chicago. Clearly, she’s pretty kickass at making friends.

She leaves with Klaus’ number in her phone and plans for dinner the next night.

Sunday brunch plans follow, with Rebekah, where there are bottomless mimosas and vague threats.

It’s easily the best weekend she’s had since moving.

Though not for long.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #i probably should have saved this for auweek #but like all writer's i am needy yo #inspired by an aita post #where the answer is usually YES YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE

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jordanerickson · 5 years ago

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Top 40 Tracks of 2019

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6RvJKcx2aPZbQv93RQHj1J?si=z7_Z3l5lTOOeRhc0WS0bLQ

Kids - PUP Is a list of songs reflective of where I feel my year has been? Or are they aspirational to where I want the next year to go? It feels like a bit of both. I don’t even remember what was going on the month I stumbled on this song but I know I was feeling bad at times and playing this song at full volume in my car and shouting along really made me feel better. "I should have tapped out/given in to my demons" says so much with so few words. I’m not into punk but if it was all like this I would be.

It Might Be Time - Tame Impala The drums sound like When The Levee Breaks, aka the best sounding drums of all time. Through the transitive property, this track kicks ass. Also love it when an exciting song has a dour message about getting old letting the dream of the eternal party die.

Paramour - Anna Meredith This song is so kinetic and exciting on its own and then I found out Anna Meredith is a composer with an OBE and did the soundtrack for Eighth Grade. She seems cool. Also from 3:25 on this song absolutely slays - a drop, a squealing 80s guitar solo, and then this devastating beat... you gotta love it.

Younger - The Mountain Goats John Darnielle is obviously a real lyrics wiz but this one especially really does feel like it's from a Dungeons and Dragons game. It actually reminds me of this comic called Head Lopper which is sort of an encapsulation of every swords and sorcery fantasy wrapped into one. The bassline gives so much space in the verses and when those backing vocals come in with the chorus things really feel epic. Also, gotta respect the sax solo.

Frontier - Holly Herndon I'm already obsessed with Shape Singing, so of course I was on board in the first ten seconds. On top of that Holly taught an A.I. to add tracks using human voices, and then she went back to the root traditions of songwriting to write a song about climate change?!?! Incredible. I was talking to my brother about this track and he brought up the fact that the lyrics seem to pit both older generations and the Earth itself as antagonistic toward the listener. "This Earth doesn't care for what we need, what we breathe/A frontier of green or of dust" What a call to action. I can just imagine a remnant of humanity singing this in caves 400 years from now once the wasteland is scoured clean.

Pressure To Party - Julia Jacklin How are all of these Australians so good at making pop-rock all of a sudden? I saw Julia Jacklin play at The Cedar last month and she was so pleasant and nice and this song was the closer because of course it was. What a beautiful song, the melody is perfect.

The Barrel - Aldous Harding This one was a surprise when I was putting the playlist together. I had completely forgotten about it but it's just an incredible groove and her voice is so clear and nice. The weird high talky voice coming in on the third chorus is the exact type of left-field choice I want in a song.

If You Want It - Jay Som This was playing in the background of a coffee shop and when the solo comes in at 1:35 I literally dropped everything and pulled up Shazam to figure out what I was listening to.

Heavy Heavy - Pom Pom Squad Every once in a while an artist just hits a rich vein of angst in the songwriting mines and Pom Pom Squad hit the motherlode. The build on this song destroys me.

Proud - The Nunnery I saw The Nunnery twice this year and both times I was blown away. She loops every track live almost effortlessly. This one is about how she's proud of you for getting out of your house.

Mine Right Now - Sigrid I hope when Sigrid came up with the chorus for this song she took herself out for an expensive meal.

Whitsand Bay - Metronomy An album that snuck in near the end of the year. This feels like a throwback to 2010, which I will not explain any further.

Chain Reaction - Control Top Wow this song really kicks ass!!!! The lyrics feel like a parody somehow but actually they're perfect?!

Bratebrann - Kvelertak I have loved these guys for a long time and got to seen them in Chicago back in 2014. They are getting less metal and more rock and I don't hate it! I always forget how good every metal drummer is and then a song like this comes along and I'm air drumming along with them.

Larry, Sleepover Friend - Ecce Shnak What the hell is this song even? I have no idea why I like this weird operatic nonsense but this track specifically gets me. The rest of their stuff is not interesting in any way but sometimes an artist can write some weird perfect single and this is one of them.

NICE OUT - Kilo Kish Weird minor key pop should be a bigger genre.

So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings - Caroline Polachek This title makes me laugh, and quite frankly Caroline wrote a better Haim song than the girls from Haim.

Drunk II - Mannequin Pussy "And everyone says to me, 'Missy you're so strong' but what if I don't wanna be?" UGH AMAZING

Hungry Child - Hot Chip Hot Chip releases an album every couple years like clockwork and on every album there are at least 2 songs that go into the all-time great Hot Chip songs. Their Greatest Hits album would be unbelievable.

Turning - Ben Noble Apparently a Minneapolis local! What a groove this song gets into!

Lark - Angel Olsen I know I'm supposed to hold up Burn Your Fire No Witness as a landmark all-time album but honestly I think it's super boring. Then Lauren played this song for me when we were on a long road trip and I had to stop and ask who we were listening to because I was so stunned. More music should have a string section.

The other 20 songs are great too but I’m lazy!

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aivaehdaevis · 5 years ago

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The More Things Change: Ch 2

The More Things Change

by Aivaeh

Disclaimer: Familiar characters, plot elements, and settings belong to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and the CW. The author of this work of fanfiction has made no money from it. Summary: I have no idea how it happened, but one morning I woke up in the world of The Vampire Diaries. Which, aside from the insanity of waking up inside a television show made real, might not be so bad—if I weren't stuck in the body of vampire magnet and doppelgänger herself, Elena Gilbert. Pairing(s): OFC x Damon, OFC x Stefan, OFC x Elijah, OFC x Klaus Rating: M Warning(s): Graphic descriptions of violence on par with the show itself. References to sex and drug use. Mind control and all the issues of consent that go along with it. Character death. Master List External Links: AO3 | FF.Net | Wattpad

Chapter Two

The rest of the car ride was filled with innocuous chatter on Bonnie's end. She kept everything light, as if she feared the talk of magic and witches had summoned the crow. Most of it was gossip based. Since I knew of none of these people, I kept my responses monosyllabic when I wasn't nodding.

It wasn't far to the school from what I'd mentally dubbed as 'downtown' Mystic Falls. Less than five minutes, max. Bonnie's Prius joined a mix of cars that looked older to my eyes, but the show had started years ago. For the teens themselves, they had to be nice. I knew there was supposed to be a poorer side of town, but I wasn't seeing much evidence of it in the Mystic Falls High School parking lot.

I grabbed my bag from the backseat and met Bonnie's smile with a less than enthused one of my own. Her brows lifted. "First day of junior year."

"Yeah."

She pocketed her keys before pushing her door open. "Wonder how many committees Caroline's already signed up for."

Bonnie's droll delivery startled a laugh from me as I followed her out. Well. A soft chuckle, really. But it was genuine. "All of them?"

"Please. She's probably started a few new ones." Bonnie shook her head as she paused at the trunk and pushed it open. Her own bag appeared in her hand a moment later. She closed the trunk before slinging it over her shoulder. "And you know she's going to rope us into each and every one."

"Yep." I fell into step beside her as she continued on the topic of Caroline and her obsession with planning committees. A lot of 'remember whens' occupied her side of the conversation as we matriculated with the growing tide of students. I again smiled and nodded, but kept my sights sweeping out across the Mystic Falls High School grounds.

I noticed a lot of curious glances tossed our way, along with a few smiles and the occasional wave that Bonnie—and belatedly me—returned.

Right. Elena had been that girl before her parent's were killed and she descended into vampire drama. My hand tightened on my bag's strap. I was not that girl. I was a girl. I blended. The prototypical wallflower. Which I liked.

Before I knew it, my eyes were sketching the seams between the sidewalk, Elena's long hair sliding past my shoulders and hiding my—her—face. I tried to remind myself to keep my head up. That would be more in character. But whenever I'd catch another person looking, and then turn to talk—ugh. Sidewalk it was.

Bonnie didn't seem to notice. Or, more like, care. She carried on the conversation as if she kept up one-sided chats with her quiet friend all the time. It was probably a more recent development, though. What had Elena been writing about at the start of the series? Convincing everyone she was fine? Which meant she hadn't been doing a good job of it prior to the start of the series.

I wondered how often Bonnie had to shoulder the bulk of their friendship since Elena's accident. Hell, going by how often she'd done it on the show, way too much.

The impromptu consideration of Bonnie and Elena's friendship, and how one-sided it had seemed, occupied me all the way into the main building. It wasn't until my feet struck tile instead of concrete, and I caught a heavy glass and metal door before it could hit my face, that I zoned back into my surroundings.

From the loud cacophony of teenage voices, the banging of lockers, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum—it felt like being thrust back in time. I kept close to Bonnie as the river of students parted around her. And me, I suppose. "Where—"

"Gym." Her brows canted. "For our schedules?"

"Oh." I fixed my sights ahead. "Right. Like last year."

"Mhm. So, Ashley was driving Caroline insane. Like, she just could not get the landing. Care being Care starts to think that, maybe, she's doing it on purpose. To sabotage her chance at getting captain, you know? Which is crazy talk. Which I told her."

The trials and travails of Caroline and Bonnie at Cheerleading camp continued all the way down an absurdly long hall. We weren't the only ones. Seemed like the whole school was headed in the same direction.

Eventually we all flowed into what could only have been the prototypical high school gymnasium. Big open room with a tall ceiling and a basketball court painted onto the floor. The bleachers were folded up, pressed against the wall into a giant wooden jigsaw puzzle. Several tables had been set up under one of the basketball hoops, each seating a couple of staff members. Long paper signs were taped behind them, each one proclaiming a year and a part of the alphabet. Lines of students were stretched out in front of them.

I looked for year eleven and almost hunted for S before remembering it was supposed to be G. Unfortunately, this was where Bonnie and I would have to part. The G's were mixed in with the F's.

"Meet you at the doors?" Bonnie offered as we both wandered towards our respective tables.

"Okay." She could probably hear the relief in my voice.

We parted at the lines and I stepped up behind a tall red headed boy dressed in a polo shirt and khakis.

I fiddled with my bag strap, waiting for the line to move, when there was a slight commotion further up the line. A blonde head of hair appeared around the side, and a familiar face from my television screen lit up. "Elena! Hey!"

Holy shit. Caroline.

I couldn't help but smile back, the blonde's enthusiastic grin was so infectious. "Hi," I called, though not very loud and immediately glancing to the side to see if anyone noticed.

Of course they had. Caroline wasn't head of the cheerleading squad for nothing.

A flick of her head sent her immaculate blonde curls over a shoulder before she waved me towards her. "What are you doing?" she laughed. "Come here!"

Another glance around me revealed considerably colder looks than before. I swallowed before aiming a far thinner, close-lipped smile back. "Don't want to cut in line."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "No one cares." She aimed the most potent Bitch Look I'd ever seen at the girl behind her. "Do you care if my friend stands next to me?"

The girl, skinny and pale with a bad case of acne—which gave me an instant connection of deep empathy with her—startled. She quickly shook her head. "No."

"See?" Caroline returned, dismissing her existence. She motioned for me to join her again. "Get over here, Elena!" That tone would brook no argument.

I glanced around me, uncertain, before sidling out of place and nervously moving up. I was careful not to look at the faces of the students I passed.

Caroline pulled me into a hug the moment I was within arm's reach. "Oh my god!" she squealed. "I can't believe it. Feels like forever!" She pushed me back before I could do anything but be shifted about like a rag doll. "How are you doing? You okay?"

There was something kind of… performative about the sympathy. Then I remembered that season one Caroline was still a slave to her insecurities. The most major of which being Elena Gilbert. Great. "I'm fine."

She gave me a pursed lip look of disbelief. "Really?"

I drew in a breath and adjusted the strap of my bag, which was now threatening to fall down my arm from all the jostling. "Yep."

She gifted me another big, bright, beauty queen smile. "Great!" Her voice went slightly lower—though that wasn't saying much. "Have you seen Matt yet?"

"No."

"Wait till you do. He's so obviously pining."

Okay. Not sure what to say to that, I nodded.

"I hear he's been like that all summer."

More gossip. Great. "Oh."

"Yep." Caroline seemed disappointed I wasn't more into this tidbit of information. But, never one to admit defeat, she rebounded with another smile. It looked forced. "We missed you at cheer camp."

"Bonnie was just telling me about it."

Caroline's smile wavered. "She was?" She blinked. "What about it?"

Crap. I searched through the dazed haze that covered my mind throughout the fog of madness that had been the entirety of my day so far. "Ashley? Sabotaging you?"

Caroline's eyes narrowed to slits, her arms crossed, and she leaned into her hip. "Either that, or she's completely incompetent. I have no idea how she got on the squad in the first place." She glanced off to the side in thought. "Maybe it was a pity thing."

"Pity thing?"

"Yeah. Because of the divorce." Her voice screamed, 'duh.' She scoffed. "As if that's so special. My mom and dad divorced. You don't see me fumbling every landing." A frightening sort of intensity lit up her face. "I actually practice so I don't look like an idiot."

"Practice is good," seemed like something neutral to respond with.

"Which is why I'm concerned about you, Elena," Caroline's transformation from wrathful bitch to anxious friend happened so quick, I got whiplash. "You missed so much." She gave another doleful put. "I'm worried."

Yeah. She ought to be. Running was one thing, and I enjoyed cardio. Jumping and spinning and being all 'Rah Rah!' though? Nope. Not happening. But didn't Elena quit cheerleading? In fact, wasn't this conversation supposed to happen with Damon around? And didn't Elena meet Caroline back at school for the first time at the lockers?

While the questions settled uncomfortably in the back of my mind, the student in front of Caroline finished. "We'll talk more later," Caroline promised. At my nod, she gave a final smile and turned around, striding up to the table with more confidence then I think I've ever experienced in the entirety of my life.

I mulled over the differences between what I remembered and what had just happened until Caroline finished receiving her schedule. She gave a rippling finger wave to me as she strode off to the doors. I smiled back. Already my cheeks were starting to smart from all the faux grins I was pulling this morning.

Stepping up to the table, I discovered all I had to do was give Elena's name and they were rifling through a stack of papers. I had my hands on her class list and a padlock for a locker before I could give much thought to the change I'd already wrought. So I'd run into Caroline early and had a minor conversation about cheerleading? What did it matter?

I returned to the doors and leaned against the wall as I waited for Bonnie to get her schedule. By the time she joined me, another ten minutes had gone by. Apparently our first period class wasn't going to do much in the way of work. Which was good, since it was Trig.

Nothing like math first thing in the morning.

On the positive side of things, Bonnie was in the same class. As we compared schedules, we walked side by side through the halls and searched for our lockers. Bonnie spotted hers first and dropped off her bag. Mine was next, not that far from Bonnie's, but I chose to keep my bag with me. Call me weird, but I liked having something capable of carrying all my crap around with me.

Task complete, we were on our way to our first class when Bonnie grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop beside her. "Hold up. Who's this?"

Bonnie stared down the hall through a set of open doors into what looked like some administrative room. I doubted she meant the woman seated behind the desk, flipping through a folder of papers. More like the tall guy in the leather jacket standing in front of it. Broad shouldered. Wide stance. Brown hair. Sunglasses…

I squeezed the strap at my shoulder, hard enough that the stiff leather bent with a creak. "No idea," I lied.

"Too bad." Bonnie's ran an appraising eye from top to bottom. "He's hot."

And with his enhanced senses, he'd heard that. Uncomfortable, I watched as Stefan took off his sunglasses. The shades dangled from his fingers as he stared down into the administrator's eyes. Still as stone, she stared back several seconds before starting to move again.

Compulsion. He'd compelled her. Mind control was an actual thing that happens here. That man was an actual vampire. And not just any vampire, but a Ripper. The hair on my arms rose.

Oblivious, Bonnie added, "I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar."

She mustn't be witchy enough yet to pick up on his—aura, I suppose. If I remembered right, she'd have to touch Stefan before she felt anything off. "Not really into the grunge thing, myself," I muttered. And while vampires were fun to read and watch on the screen, standing a few feet away from one... Well. Ironically, my heart was starting to pound.

Bonnie grinned. "You're doubting me."

"Never." I mustered a wan smile.

"Jeremy, good batch, man."

The off-hand remark from a voice behind us that I didn't recognize, shouting a line that I sort of did, drew my attention. Searching over my shoulder, I found Jeremy. Apparently, he hadn't lied about the ride. He grinned somewhere into the crowd before ducking into the boy's bathroom. Frowning, I turned back around.

Right. Elena had followed her brother into the bathroom and chastised him. Tried to talk sense into him. It didn't work, because of course it wouldn't. But it was as she'd left the bathroom that she'd run straight into Stefan for the first time. Spoke to him.

Alone.

Yeah. No. That wasn't going to happen.

Bonnie was still studying Stefan's back. "Please be hot."

I shifted my bag further up my shoulder before glancing around at the other students still walking the hall. "Shouldn't we get to class?"

"In a sec."

Standing in front of a random doorway, staring at Stefan, waiting for him to turn around? Not weird at all. But I could hardly leave Bonnie. Not to mention I didn't know the way. So there I stood, awkward as hell, as the rest of the students streamed around us like we were rocks slicing apart the currents of some rushing river. "Isn't this kind of creepy?"

"Shh."

I pressed my lips together with a single, short nod. Right then. Creeping on the new guy it was.

Fortunately, it wasn't too much longer before he finished and turned around. He had his head tilted down, hooking his sunglasses to his collar. Of course, Bonnie had already started drawing in a startled breath. Even though I knew what he'd look like, that he was basically a supernatural predator, I was tempted to join her. He raised his head, putting the chiseled splendor of his face on display for all to see. Stefan Salvatore was a sigh-worthy sight to behold in person. Especially when those brooding eyes landed on me, widening slightly as his thick but perfectly groomed brows lifted.

His stare stayed pointed at me—or Elena—as he strode by. Going so far as to turn his head slightly as he passed us to keep me in his sights. I caught a hint of expensive cologne as Stefan came near enough that our sleeves almost brushed. The surreality of the moment almost sent me floating off into some mini version of astral projection. But all my nerves had woke up at his passing, anchoring me to my borrowed body as it tingled all the way to my toes. I did manage not to spin completely around, like Bonnie did, as he moved further down the hall. It was a near thing.

"Oh. My. God." Bonnie rounded back. "Worth it."

I swallowed. Why couldn't he look like a monster? "Class?"

She snapped her sights to me and stared as if I were crazy. "Your dedication to academics over ridiculously cute boys is inspiring, Elena." She shook her head. "But also? Kind of sad."

"Yeah." I shrugged, adjusting my bag's strap again. "So?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes but smiled. "If we must." Her arm threaded through mine and she tugged me back into the flow of students. "Let's go."

My mind stayed stuck on Stefan Salvatore as I followed Bonnie to the classroom, and well into the start. So did Bonnie's, if her sighs and constant wondering about the 'new hottie' was anything to go by. Unlike Bonnie, I wasn't just musing over his insanely good looks. Not entirely. I was only human, and holy shit Stefan was a beautiful monster. But he was a monster. He wasn't an early Damon, Katherine, or Klaus, but he wasn't innocent, either. There was as wall with a list of names in Chicago. Not to mention the asshole he became after Klaus got his claws into his head.

And I was stuck in the body of the girl who looked exactly like the woman who'd turned him. Worse, the Amara to his Silas. Fan-freaking-tastic.

I tried to put my mind off it. I felt pretty de-whammied by the time our introduction to Trig was over.

So of course, there he was in my next class. English.

I scurried in because it'd taken forever for me to find without Bonnie backup. He was already seated near the back—next to a very pleased Caroline. He watched me hurry towards the only vacant seat left at the very front. To be fair, everyone watched me rush in and interrupt the teacher.

I swallowed as I sat down, kept my eyes staring straight ahead at the chalkboard.

I could hear him, though. Well, I heard Caroline mostly. Hard not to. Occasionally there would be that mellow voice answering. God, how did a person sound gorgeous? It wasn't fair. Serial killer wall. Eater of bunnies. Ripper of people.

Of course, reminding myself of all his gruesome deeds wasn't exactly helping me to keep calm, either. I was a mess however I chose to look at it. Either I was another girl drooling over his stupid perfectness, or I was terrified he was going to snap and eat the whole class—though that last was foolish of me. I knew he wasn't that bad. At least, he wasn't on the show. He wouldn't be now. 'Course not.

Maybe if there had been anything interesting going on in the class I would've had an easier time keeping my mind off the vampire seated in the back. But all that happened was a lecture on the syllabus and class expectations and blah blah. The most exciting thing was when the books were passed out. I'd always enjoyed any subject having to do with reading, in high school or college. But the problem with high school lit classes is the list doesn't change. A glance and I knew I'd be re-reading a lot of 'classics,' only a few of which I liked.

Great. Stuck in this world, and with a boring stack of books to boot.

I raced out of class as soon as it was over, letting Caroline manipulate all of Stefan's attention. Also, I didn't want a repeat of being the last one in again. This time I stopped someone in the hall and asked where my next class was. After dropping my books off at my locker, which was on the way, I managed to make it to Biology with minutes to spare.

Unfortunately it was a class I shared with Tyler Lockwood.

He was never a favorite of mine on the show. From my first impression in real life, he was even more of a jerk. The entire time he talked and laughed, even blew spitballs at one of his teammates. The poor teacher didn't do anything but smile and nervously laugh along. Being a star football player and the son of the Mayor, I guess no one besides vampire hunter Ric Saltzman was interested in disciplining the kid.

I was thoroughly annoyed by the end of the class and could tell it was going to be a regular occurrence if this weird—situation—didn't end anytime soon. On the plus side, I wasn't alternatively daydreaming and fretting over Stefan Salvatore while I was fuming about Tyler Lockwood.

It wasn't until fourth period that I met up with Bonnie again in History.

I was so relieved to be sitting beside her, listening to how her classes had gone so far, that I didn't pay much attention as the other kids trickled in and sat down.

Not even when a somewhat familiar voice said, "Hey, Elena."

Bonnie's eyes widened, chin jerking towards the space behind me. Blinking, I remembered Elena was now me and swung about. Matt Donavan hovered near my desk, a strained smile on his face. "Matt. Hi."

"Been a while." He spun a pencil around his fingers. "How was your summer?"

Seeing as he thought he was talking to Elena, I had no idea. Bad, if I had to guess. Given her parents had just died. Still, I summoned another smile. It was getting easier. Ironically, it seemed I was as stuck playing the 'I'm just fine and dandy,' game as she'd been on the show. "Fine. Yours?"

"Alright." He shrugged and glanced down before lifting his sights back up to me. He obviously had something on his mind. I waited. "You still on for the Grill tonight?" When my brows scrunched together, he was quick to add, "Y'know. Everyone's usual meetup after the first day back."

"Yeah. 'Course. Wouldn't want to mess with tradition." That'd draw attention. Something I was trying very hard not to do.

His smile turned more genuine. "Cool." He cleared his throat and nodded. I nodded back, smile growing strained as I held it for a longer beat than the usual. He seemed to decide to just leave then, moving back to sit behind Bonnie. The two shared their own hellos.

Drama. I blew out a breath, slipping further down the hard back of my chair, wondering if the day could possibly get more awkward. The universe chose to answer by having Stefan Salvatore stride into the class at that moment. Naturally, like the earth pulled by the inevitable gravitation of the freaking sun, his gaze flew right to me.

I straightened back up, trying to smooth away any traces of annoyance. Just like the hallway, his stare stayed rooted to mine. I had no idea how he managed to find an empty desk, given he kept staring at me rather than looking for a place to sit. Maybe some sort of vampire sense, like listening for heartbeats or pulsating necks.

I hardly had room to judge. Even after the class started, I watched him too. I did try to keep it to don't-mind-me-just-bored-and-gazing-around-the-room peeks. Hard to do, given his gaze was constantly directed my way. But I couldn't help but look for some sign of—inhumanness. Apart from being a shade or two paler from the rest of the class, nothing stood out.

No, that wasn't true. He stood out, alright. But as far as creepy vibes? Nothing. If one could manage the herculean task of setting aside his amazing looks, he seemed normal. Apart from constantly staring at me, anyway. That was definitely off. Or, rather, the real me. I suppose someone as gorgeous as Elena wouldn't be surprised by the attention. Not that I'd never been on the receiving end myself, but not by anyone who looked like a freaking model.

Just to hammer in the point of how obvious he was being, my phone vibrated. Checking that the teacher wasn't watching, I flipped the older style case open to find a text message from Bonnie.

HAWT-E STARING U

Yeah, thanks. I'd have to be blind not to notice. Or focused on the lesson. Which, for once in an academic setting, I wasn't. Right now, I couldn't give a damn about history. Another first.

Thankfully, the class was the same welcome back here's your syllabus do your homework etcetera that the rest had been. Bonnie caught up to me after the bell signaled the end of our torture. She shared a look of girlish conspiracy as we walked out ahead of Stefan. "The whole time," she said quietly.

"Noticed."

Bonnie grinned. "Lucky."

The insane urge to burst into tearful laughter swept through me. I held it back with a non-committal hum. "Lunch?"

"Lunch."

The rest of the day was Stefan free. I don't know where he went to eat. The woods that seemed to creep around every few blocks in this town? Caroline joined Bonnie and I at the table. A few other girls, Madison and Sarah, along with a guy named Aaron, sat with us too. Which surprised me. But when I thought about it, it made sense. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline could hardly have only each other as friends. They were just the closest and what the show must've chosen to focus on.

I couldn't get much of an impression of the other three. I gathered the girls were cheerleaders and Aaron was on the team with the other guys. I did pick up that he and Madison were a thing, which explained why he was sitting with us rather than over with Tyler's wolf pack.

Either way, I was able to sit back and let the rest of the table control the conversation. They seemed fine letting me stay quiet, joking back and forth and listening to Caroline's plans for the upcoming festival. Which I was roped into—flyer duty. I didn't fight. Some fates are simply inevitable.

The rest of my classes were a rotation of the various other characters, but no Stefan. By the time the end of the school day had crept around, I was left loading my books into my bag, a light load of assigned reading to do for tomorrow but not a lot else.

Bonnie was back, leaning up against the neighboring locker. "Sorry I can't give you a ride to the cemetery."

I paused. What? Why the hell would I—

Oh, right. Grieving girl. "It's fine." Well, hell. No way was I going to the cemetery. I could find my way back to Elena's house. Sure.

I struggled to remember where all the turns Bonnie had taken were. Main street, as I'd come to think of it as, would be easy enough to get to. I could find my way from there. Probably.

I hoped I didn't look as freaked out as I felt as I smiled at Bonnie. This must've been one of those things the two girls had arranged before. "Thanks for taking me this morning."

Bonnie gave me a look that said, 'don't even,' "'Course." She gave me a one-armed hug before straightening back up. "Say hi to your mom and dad for me."

"I will." Nope. Not going to happen because you couldn't pay me to go to a cemetery with vampires lurking around every corner. Mostly because that's where Elena first 'encounters' Damon. And runs into Stefan. While bleeding.

Yeah. No. Nope.

Bonnie and I separated with waves and promises to meet up later tonight at the Grill. I was curious where she was off to but didn't know a way to ask without making it clear I didn't already know. I had a feeling it was one of those things Elena shouldn't need to ask.

Instead, I hitched my bag up and set off for the 'main street' of Mystic Falls. If I could get to the corner where Damon had scared the crap out of us, I figured I could find my way back. After all, I knew where he and Stefan were going to be. Exactly where I wasn't.

No freaky fog or bloody knees for this girl!

Fortunately, it was a nice day out, and Mystic Falls was a beautiful town—when it wasn't being overrun with supernatural creatures. There was a ton of greenery around, even in the paved business district. Granted, it was mostly maintained greenery, but it was still lovely. Especially with the woods never further than a stone's throw away.

I found the main road easily enough. Learned it was Washington Street. Following it, I found it led right to City Hall and the infamous clock tower. The park that had been featured on quite a few early episodes was only a few blocks down. And then, there was the Grill. Its green banner flapped in the afternoon breeze. I stood for a few moments to just—soak in the wonder. I'd actually be visiting later tonight.

Of course, since I wasn't going to the cemetery, that meant I wouldn't lose Elena's journal. Stefan wouldn't have a reason to stop by. Which means he wouldn't know about the gathering and have no reason to go. That was good.

It was.

Frustrated that I didn't feel like it was entirely good, I huffed at myself and sped up, no longer so enamored with the kitschy little town. But the longer I walked, the more I wondered if I'd missed the turn Bonnie had taken.

By the time the shops were behind me with houses sprouting up to either side of the street and the ever-present woods on the horizon, I wondered if I should just go back. Visit one of the stores and ask for directions. Wasn't everybody supposed to know everybody in a town like this? 'Course, if anyone should know the way to the Gilbert's house, it would probably be someone who'd lived there her whole life. Be odd to ask. Wasn't sure if I wanted rumors of Elena spacing out or acting weird getting around.

Blowing out an annoyed breath, I pulled the phone from my pocket. A vague notion that I might find someone to give me a ride. With the occasional glance up to make sure I didn't stray off the sidewalk, I navigated my way to the contact list. Most of the names were unfamiliar. Bonnie's was the first I recognized, but obviously couldn't call. I had nearly made it through the 'E's, wondering how on earth this girl had so many numbers—just my luck to Quantum Leap into an extroverted popular cheerleader—when a, "CAW!" startled me.

I spun around, sights sweeping around the street. Perched on a nearby streetlamp was the crow from this morning. Or so I assumed. I suppose it could've been an entirely different crow but—c'mon. What were the chances? It cocked its head at me, beady eye gleaming, before it cawed again.

My heart sped up, gut clenching in dismay. Damon. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be waiting at the cemetery! I know I remembered that part of the pilot. I looked around, wondering if I'd wandered near the graveyard by accident, but there wasn't a headstone anywhere nearby. Another insistent, "CAW!" demanded my attention. Giving in, I found the damn bird watching me.

Damon—if it was Damon, and I had no reason to believe it wasn't—had to be stalking me. Elena. Whoever.

And Stefan was probably lingering around the cemetery, right where he was supposed to be.

I swallowed. Like Stefan, Damon was the real-world equivalent of a serial killer. Unlike Stefan, at the start of the series, he didn't give a damn if Elena lived or died. Nor did he share Stefan's diet that only threatened small woodland creatures. Damon reveled in his violent nature, gave in to his murderous whims. A temperamental thrill seeker who had no fear of getting caught.

I turned, noticed how thin the traffic was. I'd managed to get far enough from the business district that I'd past the last of the shops a block back. Another, "CAW!" made me jump. I drew in a breath, lips falling into a frown, before I doubled back for the shopping center behind me.

He wouldn't attack me in broad daylight, in front of a store full of people. Right?

I hurried down the sidewalk, the crow's relentless caws chasing me the whole way. It felt as if I could feel someone's stare crawling over my skin. My heart rate skyrocketed and my blood pounded in my ears. It had to make for a siren song to the vampire watching me.

A loud flutter of wings beside me had me looking down towards a bench anchored to the sidewalk. The crow had perched on an armrest and cawed up at me. I turned away, fixing my gaze back to the approaching stores.

I sped up to a near sprint and rushed into the first shop I saw.

Once I was safely past the door, I spun to peer back through it's glass display. Heart still hammering, I pressed my hand to my chest, willing it to slow down as I searched for the bird stalking me. And fuck my life for making that a thing I had to worry about now. Finding nothing outside, I gulped down a breath and stepped back around.

Hands grabbed my arms. I gasped as I found myself staring up into pale blue eyes, freezing me in place. The corners of those eyes crinkled as Damon Salvatore grinned down at me. "Whoa." He let go, holding his hands up with palms out as if to prove he was harmless. I knew better and stepped back.

How? I'd just been at the door! I'd been staring through its damn window!

I risked taking my eyes off his long enough for my gaze to dart around the rest of the store. Antiques. Lots of places to hide but... No, there. Another door at the back of the shop, drifting shut.

It had to be over a hundred feet away!

I refused to believe that it was possible anyone could move so fast. Weirdly, it was easier to accept the man could control a bird than flash across the store in the blink of an eye.

My sights snapped back on him, watching every move he made. As if I'd ever get enough warning. Futile or not, I couldn't help it. It was if some primal instinct was in control. And right now, it was screaming danger!

His head tilted, eerily reminiscent of the bird he'd been puppeting. His bangs were long—and messy—enough that a bit fell over his eye. His handsome face fixed into a mien of nonchalance that didn't quite quench the excited sparkle in eyes. Like sunlight reflecting of a frozen lake, it was almost blinding staring directly into them. All of him was as picture perfect as a winter landscape, and yet, as remote. Cold and barren.

The sensation of wrongness I'd sought earlier in Stefan I found in Damon. In spades. I felt it right in my gut, where it squirmed like a tangled ball of worms. Made me itch to find an exit. Get away. Even as he asked, "You okay?"

I wasn't alone. The shop keeper, an older man, stood behind the counter. Unaware of the danger, he sent me a polite smile before turning back to the computer sitting beside the register. The rest of the place was a claustrophobic nightmare. Display tables packed narrowly together, covered in every kind of knick-knack imaginable. It'd be a mess to try and run through. Despair threatened to squeeze the air from my lungs. He was the only other human in the place. That wasn't going to stop a vampire who could compel him to forget. Or kill us both before we even knew what was happening.

Heart thumping so hard I was surprised my ribs weren't rattling, I summoned the steadiest smile I was able to and nodded. "Yeah. Just," a drew a breath through my nose, "startled. Should have been paying attention." Like that would've helped.

The bastard's mouth curled into a playful smile. "Sorry." He didn't sound it. At all. His tall legs brought him a step closer. Fully in the center of his attention, I couldn't help feel like a mouse under the bobbing head of a snake. "You ran in here so fast, I thought you were in trouble."

I squeezed the strap on my book bag, holding the smile on my face before shaking my head. "No." I lied. "It's—I'm fine. Really."

Damon leaned to the side, pleasure slipping into those animated eyes. Too animated. Like he was exaggerating his expressions. "That's a relief." He smiled as he took another step, putting him within arm's reach. "Pretty little thing like you," the curve of his lips turned thin and wicked before he added, "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something…bad…happened."

Knowing what I did about him, I couldn't help but hear an implied threat. The corners of my already brittle smile tried to slide right down. I willed them to stay up, though it probably came off as a tad bit rictus.

He didn't seem to notice. Or, more likely, care. "I'm Damon, by the way." He held out a hand.

I didn't want to take it. Would it set him off if I didn't? Make him suspicious that I knew more than I should about him? But the moment was stretching towards too long. My mind gave off an inner scream I slipped my hand into his. He had to have noticed my palm was clammy as it met his. He didn't seem bothered by it. On the contrary, his eyes darkened.

Bothered by the implications, I focused on the softness of his skin. I'd expected him to be colder. Stiff like my grandmother's hand had been when I'd tried curling mine over it as I'd stood by her coffin. Damon's felt very alive. The muscles and bones all shifted as he gave a gentle squeeze, the borrowed blood in his veins warming his skin. "Elena."

"Elena. Hm." His eyes narrowed. "Sure you're okay, Elena?"

"Yeah." I made to pull my hand back, relieved when he didn't try to hold on. "I, um. I saw a bird." His brows flew up. I inwardly cursed him to hell. Since magic existed here, I hoped it'd work. Recalling a line from the show, I said, "It was very Hitchcock."

"A girl who can make a classic horror reference. Nice." Seeing how well known The Birds and Hitchcock were, I didn't think it was all that impressive. I couldn't decide if he was trying to flatter me, or if his opinion of teenagers—of humans in general—was that low. "If you're worried, I'd be happy to walk you home." He leaned closer, and it took everything in me not to draw away. His voice lowered as if he meant to share a secret. "I make a great scarecrow."

Oh hell no. "That's... really nice of you to offer." My bag's strap let out a tortured creak as my hand flew to it and squeezed. "But, I'm—waiting. For my aunt. She's picking me up soon."

"Mm." His smile stretched a little wider before he looked straight into my eyes and said, "But she's running late, isn't she? It'll be a while before she gets here."

I blinked, glancing around towards the window as I realized, "Jenna's probably running late, though. I don't know when she'll get here." Especially as she had no idea where I was. Or that I'd need her to pick me up.

Damon smiled. Soon as our eyes met, he was speaking again with that same intense stare, "You want me to walk you home."

Given all the dangerous things lurking around Mystic Falls, who better to keep away the monsters than a psycho vampire that had already killed several people since coming to town? "I want you to walk me home." Wait, that didn't seem right. After a moment, I added, "If you don't mind." There. Shouldn't assume things. That would be rude.

Damon's answering grin was all sunshine. Cold, wintry sunshine. "Of course not." He swept out an arm in an old fashioned, gentlemanly gesture. "After you, Miss Gilbert."

Had I told him that? No. Damon must've been stalking Elena well before this morning. He'd know where she lived, then! I smiled at him before leading him through the door.

#fanfic #the vampire diaries #tvd #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #the more things change #ofc #damon x ofc #stefan x ofc #elijah x ofc #klaus x ofc #elijah mikaelson #klaus #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #elena gilbert #jeremy gilbert

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lupienne · 6 years ago

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Per the last ask I got about Negan and Tara, I thought I’d post a few excerpts from my ‘Search for Sanctuary’ WIP which is about pre-Savior Negan. It’s nothing special, just a couple of Negan/Tara moments.

(just a random scene where Negan and the group are looking through a house. Maybe after they leave the hotel.)

This guy's garage was reminiscent of my own. A punching bag. A calendar of Sport's Illustrated Swimsuit edition covers. (Hey, it's uh... sports related, ok?) It stunk like death. The cause was soon apparent. The home owner was slumped in his older model toyota. The gas was long gone and the car dead, of course, but he must have offed himself with the carbon monoxide.

For a moment, I envied him. How lovely it must be, to slip away from all this shit. To just sleep, a sleep so deep it's dreamless.

“Ugh. Fucking reeks in here!” Tara peered into the garage, coughing. “Ugh, Negan. Come on.”

The home owner didn't move. I moved closer, seeing a knife mark in the side of his head. Someone had been here, then. Seen fit to give this guy the rest he'd worked so hard to obtain.

“You ever...think about that...?” I jerked my thumb towards the car as I moved towards the door to the house.

“What? When people kill theirselves?”

“No. Like... doing it.”

She frowned, sucking her lip ring. “No. That's a coward's way.”

“It ain't like he had anyone around to let down, or anyone to miss him, obviously. Fucker had nothing left.”

“He was still breathing. He still had years left.”

“What kind of years, though? Why exactly are we sticking it out?”

“Quit talking like that, Negan.” She was getting pretty fucking tense. Sucking the ring in and spitting it out, over and over. “You wanna kill yourself, you make sure you're far away from me. I don't wanna know about it.” “Awww. I knew you cared.”

That didn't get a smile out of her. I changed the subject. “This place stripped, or what? Someone stabbed the dude, so someone's been here.”

“We found a few things. Not much. The house was picked through, for sure.”

(This scene takes place when Negan and his crew are at the shopping mall where he kills that guy and gets cut up by barbed wire. he and Tara are exploring some of the stores in the mall and Negan goes into a music store. Earlier, Sherry was talking about how she liked old-school Madonna music)

“Well, I'll be damned. Like A Prayer.” I lifted up the Madonna CD and tucked it into the inside pocket of my coat.

I snagged a 70's rock compilation. Hell yeah. I couldn't live the rest of my life without hearing 'Carry on Wayward Son' ever again.

“Ok. Now I gotta find the important music.” I headed for the 'Y's.' “The Yardbirds, fuck no. Yo-yo Ma? Fuck no!”

There we go. The tab labeled 'Young, Neil'. I began flipping through the various discs.

“Negan...” I heard Tara from the front of the store.

I kept flipping through, my aggravation growing steadily. “What the shit?”

Tara appeared next to me, frowning. “We should go. Or at least go somewhere with actual useful things.”

I grunted, then announced this latest tragedy. “They don't have Harvest Moon. Un-fucking-believable.”

“What's Harvest Moon? Some kind of folk band?”

“Surely you jest, woman. Neil Young? Harvest Moon.”

“That's the guy that sings Sweet Caroline right?”

“Don't make me knock those earrings right out of your face. That was Neil-fucking-Diamond who ain't fit to share the same name as-”

She stepped forward while I ranted, tugging the corner of Like a Prayer from my inside pocket. I knocked her hand away, while she grinned.

“Ooh. Negan. Are you a closeted Material Girl?”

“Madonna was hot.”

Yeah, she was. I'd get on my knees for her.”

Well goddamn me, if Little Negan didn't go and fucking twitch over that. Tara sucked her lip ring into her mouth, smirking evil-like.

“I can put on a pair of cone-titties and you can pretend I'm her.” I puffed out my chest.

“Get rid of that cone between your legs and I'll think about it.”

I zipped my coat up, shaking my head. “Then what would I fuck you with? My nose?”

“Whatever you use, it'd better than a piece of swinging meat.” She smirked some more and gave me a shove. “Come on.”

I thumbed through Neil Young's tab one more time, resigning myself to pocketing his greatest hits CD.

As we headed for the door, a wave of dizziness swept me. I put my hand against one of the CD racks, drawing in a deep breath. Fuck. I felt so hot.

“Negan? You ok?”

“Yeah.” I tried to shake the dizziness from my head. I put my hand to my side, feeling the warmth of my injury seeping through the bandage. “I don't know. Maybe this cut is infected.”

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adelindschade · 7 years ago

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The Great Stockholm Adventure, P1

Caroline awoke to two things: blinding light & aroma of delicious hot coco.

She rose with a groan, focusing her eyes on the familiar figure sitting on the bed side and to the steaming cup she held out. Caroline happily intercepted the mug, enjoying both the warmth and the richness it radiated.

“Thank you. You’re a God-sent,” she mumbled on the rim, savoring the concoction. It tasted like heaven. “Where are we?” She finally asked, utterly confused as she took in their surroundings.

The hotel room was huge. And that was just the bedroom! Hell, there was a chandelier hanging above them. Were ceilings usually that high? Besides the point. A freaking chandelier! A glitzy, gold, very antique looking one, and oh so beautiful. Ah, she could cry. If that wasn’t fancy enough, the view was to die for. The heavy drapes were pulled apart to revealing an ocean view. Was that an ocean? It was some sort of harbor, with plenty of boats docked by the street – and she had never seen so many old buildings like the ones she was seeing. They were huge, probably uber historic, too. She could see everything – the windows were huge. They touched the floor and the ceiling! Once her eyes could adjust to the light, she could definitely appreciate the view.

Shit – was that a balcony, too!?

She was tempted to scramble out of bed, just to pry the doors apart to fully appreciate the city, but Katherine blocked her. Caroline’s eyes wandered to the other part of the room. Past Katherine were a set of very tall, French-looking doors that led into an even bigger room.

It looked luxurious. It smelled expensive. It was definitely way beyond Caroline’s budget.

“How’d we get here?” Caroline stammered as the realization dawned. “How did we pay for this?”

“Not sure,” Katherine bit her bottom lip. However, the elder vampire had a twinkle in her devilish eyes. “I know we’re in Stockholm. I have no idea how we got here though.”

“How drunk did we get?” Caroline asked, more so to herself.

“Drunk enough to… steal passports,” Katherine reached over to the table and plucked the two booklets. She started to chuckled and grinned. “We must have compelled our way through the airport because there is no way this is legitimate.”

Her laughter was contagious as Caroline looked at the photo identifications.

“No way,” Caroline joined. “Oh no, how on earth did we get our hands on this? Are these… are these the passports Stefan forged? Because that’s definitely meant for Elena but, really, Rebecca? Really, Stefan? How original,” she couldn’t help but grin, shaking with laughter. “You must have claimed this one. What’s the other one?”

Katherine smirked. “This one belongs to,” she snorted, “Miss. Barbara Wolf.”

“How much you want to bet Damon had something to do with that one?” Caroline raised a brow. “I don’t even look like that. He had to pull that photo off some generic Stock Photos site. Ugh. As if.”

“Well, it got us here!” Katherine boasted, very much amused.

Caroline joined in, laughing along.

“How drunk did we have to get to steal passports, book a flight across the ocean, and snag a dream of a room? By the way, how the hell did we manage that? Did we steal someone’s card? Oh God, please no. Ugh.” She discarded her cup onto the table and covered her face with both hands.

That’d get someone hot on their trail.

“Nope,” Katherine reassured. “We must have taken Stefan’s emergency stash, too. I counted what’s left of it. Wanna hit the shops later?”

“Seriously?” Caroline didn’t bother to fight the smile on her face. “This is amazing.”

“We must have been plastered,” Katherine shook her head in disbelief.

“It must have taken us… I remember raiding Damon’s stash at, like, midnight…”

“The flight is easily twelve hours,” Katherine contributed.

“Twelve hours?? Half a day??” Caroline gawked.

“Don’t forget, we have a six-hour difference here. We’re…” she leaned over to look at the clock, “six hours ahead. Right now, it’s almost noon.”

“So, it’s six-am back home,” Caroline reclined back into the pillows. “Give or take the half-day we killed, we probably left… okay, no, I can’t compute any of that yet. Ugh. My head is still reeling.”

“Either way. We here. Not there. We have sufficient funds to kill. We stole their stuff. All in all, we made out like bandits.” Katherine grinned broadly.

“We did, didn’t we?” Caroline giggled.

“We certainly did,” Katherine gloated. “We’re going to use this opportunity to test your new knowledge on Villainy. Considering this a field trip for Villain 101. How does it feel to be on the bad side for once?”

“The view is great,” Caroline joked. “I don’t mind field experience. Ooh – did we bring clothes? I can’t exactly go out like this,” Caroline gestured to her pajama set.

Katherine nodded to the duffle bag discarded by the dresser. “Even when you’re drunk, you came prepared. You brought extra luggage, too. It’s in the living room.”

“We have a living room?” Caroline exclaimed incredulously.

“Oh, by the way. Our phones are dead. I have them charged in the kitchen. I’m not sure if we should turn them on.” Katherine looked weary.

“Oh,” Caroline cringed. She already anticipated the onslaught of messages.

“Wanna play a game?” Katherine enticed.

“What kind of game?”

“To see who got the most calls,” Katherine shrugged.

“Oh, I’d definitely win,” Caroline asserted confidently. “Stefan is probably losing his mind. Klaus…. Klaus would know by now because neither Stefan or Damon can keep their lips shut for once moment. Oh, Klaus…. Fuck my life! He’s going to blow up my phone. Then he’s going to send his little spies to find me. Then… oh God, he’s never going to let up! Fuck my life. I just have to pick them, don’t I? Then Bonnie… Bonnie will be just as bad. Elena, eh, I don’t think she’d be the worst of them. MOM! HOLY – Oh God, my mom is going to be worried sick! Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“Elijah will be nosy. ‘Where are you, Katerina?’ ‘Answer me, Katerina. I won’t ask twice.’ ‘Katerina, if you don’t respond within the next hour…’ Ugh, you’d think I’d get peace from the man after he broke up with me! Stefan will be infuriated, obviously. I stole his stash and his best friend. I’m not the least bit remorseful,” Katherine winked.

“Ugh, okay, let’s get this over with,” Caroline rose, ignoring the drop of her stomach. Now was not the time to be anxious. She shook off her blanket and slid out the other side of the bed. “I’m going to need all the coffee I can get my hands on while we wait out the phone-apocalypse.”

“There’s a charming little shop in the lobby,” Katherine chirped. “By the time we get back, our phones will be positively full. How about it?”

“Extra expresso, please,” Caroline pouted.

“I can buy you all the expresso,” Katherine grinned. She waved a wad of cash she had grabbed from the dresser. “Maybe even some strudel.”

“I would love some strudel,” Caroline smiled.

Before leaving the room, Katherine had grabbed the key card and turned on both phones resting by the sink. They closed the heavy door behind them before the incessant bell of notifications erupted from either device.

The women looped arms and took their time canvassing the hall.

“Ooh! You should see their pool! I saw it earlier when I was grabbing breakfast! It’s gorgeous. It just like, a room, just full of water, that you walk into! You just right in and they have live fire above the water’s surface in the corners! Remind me to book a spa treatment before we leave. Their facility is to die for.”

“How did you wake up earlier than me?” Caroline retorted. “Did we pack bathing suits?”

“You packed four. I don’t know what we planned but you took care of everything.” Katherine chuckled. “Also, I’m older, and I have a greater tolerance. Hey, I let you sleep in. Be grateful.”

“I am grateful,” Caroline preened. She leaned into Katherine. “Thank you, Katherine, for pulling me into your deviancy. Aren’t I such a good student?”

“The best one. You’re going to excel Villain 101.” Katherine patted her head. “Ooh, you need to brush this out.” She played with a loose curl.

“Hey! Coffee first,” Caroline stuck out her tongue out.

“Coffee first,” Katherine agreed.

The girls were met cheerfully at the coffee stand. The barista amazed them with his speediness and Caroline thanked him profusely for the delicious product. He spoke loose English. Katherine, in turn, thanked him in his native tongue, earning a beaming smile from the young man. Of course, Katherine knew Swedish. What didn’t she know? At least Caroline was comforted she had a fluent translator.

Caroline made a note to self to buy some sort of book. She would try to pick up some of language during her stay.

They took their time returning to their room. Both were hesitant to be greeted by what waited on their phones.

“Here goes nothing,” Caroline groaned unexcitedly.

The pair was met with silence.

“Maybe there aren’t that many messages,” Caroline smiled meekly. They approached the counter hesitantly and simultaneously lifted their phones. Their stomachs churned.

“Alright, we should count missed calls first,” Katherine pitched.

“Collectively? Or per person?” Caroline inquired.

“Collectively,” Katherine replied after a moment’s pondering.

“One… Two… Three… On!” Caroline lead.

Their home screens lit up brightly.

“I have fourteen missed calls,” Katherine announced. “Eight from Stefan, three from Damon, two from Elijah – wow – just two? Asshole… and one from Little Miss Perfect.”

Caroline gawked at her screen. “Yeah, this in insane. Seventy-seven missed calls. Just calls! Holy shit! nineteen from my mother alone…. Since yesterday! Oh God, she’s going to be a mess. Okay, um, eighteen from Stefan, eleven from Bonnie, four from Elena, three from Damon, and – are you fucking kidding me – get this, Katherine – twenty-two from Mystic Fall’s least favorite Hybrid.”

“Alright, you won the phone call category. What about voice mail?”

“This is not going to be pretty,” Caroline cringed.

“I’ll go and then you go. Let’s choose…. This one,” Katherine decided. “This is from our favorite Bunny-eater.”

“’Katherine, where are you? Is Caroline okay? Why won’t she answer the phone? Call me back as soon as you can. We’re worried sick.’ Well, that one was mild. I’m guessing that was before he lost his sanity. Okay, you go.”

“Let’s… I’m not ready to hear my mom quite yet… neither am I ready to hear Bonnie… and Stefan is probably going to say the same thing… ugh, okay, Damon only left one, so let’s click that one. ‘Hey blondie, what the hell were you thinking? Get your ass back here! Stefan is going crazy, Bonnie is on a rampage, your mother is in a panic, and you know what? The faster the you get back here, the less trouble you’re going to be in. Everyone is pissed. I’m so close to calling the Big Baddy.’”

“I have six more,” Katherine read from her screen.

“I have twenty-nine,” Caroline deadpanned.

“You’re a popular girl,” Katherine sniggered.

“How about you play Elijah’s?” Caroline teased.

“If only you play Klaus’s,” Katherine was game.

“Pick which one,” she showed her screen, listing the dozen he had left in her mailbox. Katherine boomed with laughter.

“Well, Elijah, let’s hear what you have to say.” Katherine sneered. “’Katerina, what have you done with Caroline? My brother is upset. The misfits are out for your head. What have you gotten yourself into now? I’m not happy. I expect an answer.’”

“Direct,” Caroline noted.

“Ironic,” Katherine rolled her eyes. “He told me he wanted nothing to do with me.”

“But he insists on knowing about your whereabouts,” Caroline smirked. “Actions speak louder than words.”

“He’s a prick. Just like his brother. Speaking about that bastard, let’s hear what he has to say. In fact, since you have so many to choose from…. here, let me pick one.” Caroline obliged Katherine and extended her phone. Katherine mused for a second before selecting a random choice.

“’Caroline, answer your phone! I am not amused. Katherine is not someone you should be associating yourself with! I understand you have a particular habit of forgiving certain breeds, but she is a pedigree bitch that will have no qualms about disposing you should she grow bored! You can see how that concerns me. I need to know where you’re at. We will be having words about your choice of company when I find you.’”

“Wow,” Katherine swallowed. “That was a bit much.”

“Pedigree bitch? Now sure if you should be insulted or flattered,” Caroline snorted.

“Disposable? Please, you’re one of my first, true friends. I wouldn’t get rid of you that easily,” Katherine scrunched her nose. “See’s how little he knows.”

“Aww, you care,” Caroline teased.

“Sounds like so does he,” Katherine pointed. “You have him wrapped around that little finger of yours. Can we play the rest?”

“Uh, no. I need to call my mom ASAP. She should know I’m safe.”

“Oh, by the way, twenty-three text messages.” Katherine read aloud.

“Ha, beat you again. I have fifty-eight. It’s been less than twenty-four hours. What the hell…”

Caroline found her mother’s number and hit the CALL button without hesitation. She barley had to wait for it to ring before her mother’s voice all but shrieked.

“Caroline! Is that you? Are you okay? Where are you? Caroline? Are you there?”

Caroline grimaced. “I’m fine, Mom. I’m so sorry for making you worried. I’m totally fine. Trust me. I just… took a sporadic trip. I was kind of drunk but honestly, I don’t regret it. It’s beautiful here. I won’t say where because I know someone is going to follow us here. Just know we’re fine and enjoying the scenery.”

“Caroline!” Her mother scolded. She sighed. “I’m glad. Please don’t do that again. I was worried sick. You’re not hurt?”

“Nope. Just a little hungover. We have coffee though and going to shop a bit. Do you want anything?”

“Caroline,” her mother groaned. “I just want you back home, safe and sound. We’re worried about you.”

“Tell them I’m fine. I just needed to get away. The drama was getting a bit too much. I’m in good hands.”

“Alright…” her mother sounded skeptical. “You should let the others know yourself. They called reinforcements.”

“Let me guess, Klaus?”

“He’s really angry, Caroline. It’d do us a favor if you could reassure him. He already snapped Damon’s neck three times.”

“Not that he didn’t deserve it,” Caroline grinned. Katherine chuckled.

“Caroline, please.”

“Fine, mom. I’ll call them. I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you, too. When will you be home?”

“Not sure. I’ll let you know when I decide.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Take care. Be safe.”

“Always. Bye, Mom.”

“Talk to you later, Caroline.”

Caroline disconnected the call and let out a heavy sigh.

“One person down, so many others to go. Who’s next…”

“I’d say Stefan, or Klaus. They’re both losing their heads.”

“Err, you make a good point. How about this? You call Stefan, tell him we’re okay, and I’ll call Klaus. Two birds, one stone!”

“Fine,” Katherine agreed disgruntledly. “You call Klaus first. I want to hear this.”

“Fine, then we’ll put Stefan on speaker.”

“Stop stalling, call the son-of-a-bitch.”

“Fine, pushy,” Caroline growled. She ignored the flop of her stomach and highlight his name in her contacts. “This is going to be so much fun,” she whined as the call initiated. It rung two times before the call was picked up. Both girls perked.

“Caroline?”

Klaus was pissed. Katherine winced. Caroline wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Hi,” she meekly replied.

“Hello,” he returned stiffly. “Would you care to inform me about your recent whereabouts? I’d rather not hear from your friends you disappeared with a known psychopath. I’ve spent the last day trying to follow your tracks, but I admit, much to your talent, I cannot trace you. Let’s rectify that. Now, Caroline.”

Caroline instantly felt defiant.

“Excuse me, bossy, but she’s not the only psychopath I know! You tried to kill my friends, too. Second, I like my little vacation, and I’m going to make the most of it. So, no, I won’t tell you where we are, because you’re going to ruin it. I only called to let you know that I’m fine, I’m happy, and you can stop terrorizing my friends. Thanks!”

“This is not a game, Caroline! You could get hurt or killed! I won’t allow that.”

“You can’t really have much of a say about that if you don’t know where I am anyways,” Caroline retorted smartly.

“Now is not the time to play games, love.”

“Really? Because I thought those were your favorite pastime,” Caroline chirped. Katherine sniggered silently. “You spent hundreds of years tracking Katherine. Why am I any different?”

“Caroline, tell me now!”

“Nope,” Caroline grinned. “I’m liking this. It’s driving you insane.”

“You’re going to regret this, love. It’s for your safety you tell me where you’re at. Now.”

“I’m going to regret this over much needed retail therapy and chocolate delights. I’ll take my chances.”

“When I find you, you’re going to mark my words.”

“Oh, you’re right – small town life, small town boy? Soo over that.”

“Not the words I was referring to but I’m glad you took some of my advice. You’re timing isn’t as convenient.

“Oh boo-hoo,” Caroline mocked. “I’m a big girl, Klaus. I’m going to be okay. I have a translator and more cash than I know what to do with.”

“If you want me to chase you, Caroline, you know I will. You better hope I don’t catch you.”

“I’m counting on it,” Caroline grinned. “Good luck, Klaus.”

She hung up the call and squealed.

“I did that!” Caroline bounced. “I totally just did that!”

“Living life on the edge? Taunting the big-bad? Extra points to you, Forbes,” Katherine applauded. “You know he won’t give up. He’s not going to stop until he gets his hands on you. Good luck, my friend. You don’t know what you got yourself into.”

“Oh, whatever. Okay, call Stefan.”

“Already on it,” Katherine replied. Stefan took longer to answer.

“Katherine, where’s Caroline?” Stefan didn’t skip a beat.

“I’m right here. Calm your protective ass down,” Caroline replied aloud.

“Yeah, I even bought her coffee and woke her up with hot chocolate. I’ve been a wonderful host.” Katherine scowled.

“She truly has,” Caroline confirmed. Both women shared smile.

“Where are you?” Stefan demanded.

“Australia,” Caroline sarcastically chipped.

“Iceland,” Katherine replied simultaneously.

“Seriously, guys! Why would you go MIA like that?” Stefan seethed.

“Because… we were drunk and bored?” Caroline offered.

“Not good enough of an answer, Caroline!” Stefan yelled.

“Good enough for us,” Katherine disagreed cheekily.

“We called Klaus because we thought the worst!”

“I know,” Caroline deadpanned. “I have his crazy ass harassing my phone. Thanks for that. I won’t shake him off. It’s going to ruin the mood.”

“The mood!? Caroline! I thought you were dead!”

“Be honest, Stefan,” Katherine interrupted. “You didn’t notice we were gone until we were out of Virginia. You were too wrapped up with Elena and her newest stalker. It’s getting old. I’m treating Caroline like a real friend. Speaking of such, time is short, so we’re gonna go.”

“Don’t you dare!” Stefan shouted. Katherine had disconnected the call before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m gonna call Bonnie and get dressed. I want to see what Stockholm has to offer,” Caroline smiled.

“I’ll be ignoring Elijah and deciding what shoes to wear.”

“Okay!”

Caroline had brushed her hair into a messy bun, shifted through her clothes for a pair of sunglasses, settled for jeans and a red halter top. A pair of black boots sealed the outfit.

“What do you mean you won’t tell me where you’re at? You tell me everything!”

“And you’ll tell Elena, or Stefan, or anyone, and then my fun will be ruined. Bonnie, I’m somewhere new and exciting! I want to enjoy it, even if it’s with Katherine, who whether you believe it or not, is decent company! We spent the whole night bonding over our bad choices in guys and decided it was time to reclaim our lives. Let me enjoy this, Bonnie, without Mystic Falls meddling, please?”

“Fine,” Bonnie relented, “but you’ll tell me updates! All the time!”

“Of course,” Caroline clapped. “Ah, I’m so excited. I’m going to send you pictures but you can’t show anyone! With my luck, they’re going to be intercepted and I’ll have Klaus on my ass to drag me back home. I’m not ready for that. I’m going to go now. I love you, Bon-Bon!”

“I love you, too, Care-Bear. Be safe!”

“Always,” Caroline assured before closing the call. She yelled out to her companion. “I’m good to go! You ready, Kat?”

“Yeah! Come on, the day is short.”

“Stockholm, here we come!”

TO BE CONTINUED Klaroline/Kalijah/KOL/and so much more to come.

#writing is theraputic #one shot #well it'll be in parts #like 3?#katholine #klaroline #kalijah #kol will come

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zalrb · 7 years ago

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This Episode is just ... ugh {TVD 2x10 Review}

1. I find it interesting that the only time we’ve seen the diary since season 1 is in this episode (Elena’s sleeping beside it) and it’s only because she and Stefan are broken up and therefore while they still pretty much act like they’re together, the fact that she’s put a semblance of distance between them means that she has to return to her diary because we all know if they were together in this episode, Stefan would be sleeping next to her.

2. It also makes no sense that Luka’s dad would steal Elena’s things in the middle of the night when people are sleeping, he should go in the day when everyone is at school and Jenna is doing whatever the hell she does when she’s not thirsting after Alaric.

3. I like Paul in that shirt. *sigh*

4. Nina actually really bothers me as Katherine. Her voice is just annoying.

5. Elena saying that Damon is someone she cares about makes no sense when he literally killed her brother because she rejected him. Yeah, I’m going to keep bringing it up because it’s absolutely ridiculous. Damon legit even says nah I didn’t know he was wearing the ring. She shouldn’t even want him in her HOUSE.

6. But I do find the way she looks at Damon and the way she looks at Stefan in this scene --- the this is how we get the moonstone scene --- interesting because with Stefan it’s like they’re having a separate conversation in their gazes.

7. I like Bonnie’s necklace.

8. Her and Luka have really good chemistry.

9. I lied about the necklace, I saw it up close.

10. Kat is super gorgeous though.

11. Jeremy, you cockblocker.

12. Matt always looks tired.

13. Ian STOP WITH THE EXAGGERATED FACIAL EXPRESSIONS OMG.

14. It really bugs me when characters try to break into like a super genius’ computer and is like It’s password protected, I can’t get in, NO SHIT, do you think they’d just have all this info and not password protect the source of this info?? I password protect my computer. Jfc, Elena.

15. A cellar on the Old Lockwood Property ... isn’t this the slave quarters? -_-

16. Jeremy and Bonnie still had some charged moments though, when she puts her finger to his lips, it’s a good charged moment.

17. This is actually an interesting side of Elena that the show could’ve delved into more. Slater is dead and she doesn’t care that he’s dead, she just wants the password. And having Damon mention how she’s like Katherine because she manipulated him after he killed her brother and having Katherine say she has the “Petrova fire” isn’t exploring the fact that she can be insensitive in the pursuit of doing what she thinks is necessary to protect her friends and family and that trait is also not like Damon, it’s actually quite like Stefan who emotionally manipulated Katherine so he could torture information out of her.

18. I forget, does Elena not realize at this point that a vampire and a werewolf have to be killed along with her to break the curse so her surrendering doesn’t save anyone at all?

19. Jeremy is being super slow trying to find this moonstone and he also has no reaction to the fact that he’s patting down someone who looks exactly like his sister. He should be lowkey freaking out about that. It’s details like that that make a show.

20. “I know he’s wearing his ring” Katherine, you could just take the ring off and kill him.

21. Damon couldn’t even shoot Stefan a text like, so I have to go get Elena? Trash.

22. What’s the point of writing everything down after you’ve videotapped it?

23. And why tape it?

24. LOL I’m laughing because Damon is here and the camera is doing extreme close ups of Ian and Nina’s faces and it gives the illusion of tension. Like this conversation is SO MUTED, if Damon and Elena are supposed to be fiery with sparks and their anger bleeds into passion like it’s supposed to then this is when Elena should be SCREAMING that she doesn’t want to be saved and Damon is yelling and they’re in each other’s faces, it should be this (without the swearing obviously)

especially because you see how this anger can turn into passion

Claire is telling Jamie the fuck off in this and Jamie is also kind of turned on. In 2x10 Damon just looks pleased that he’s frightened Elena

and Elena actually looks like a bratty teen defying her older brother.

25. It’s also super fucked up that Bonnie is channelling Luka.

26. “There’s a reason it’s called a curse, Tyler” and then he reads about the pain, OMG DID WE NOT JUST SEE THE PAIN IN THE TAPE THAT EXISTS FOR NO REASON EXCEPT PLOT?

27. Caroline saying that she doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to Tyler is sweet except Tyler HAD to kill someone to trigger the curse so the emotional impact is kind of dulled because what happened to Caroline already happened to Tyler that’s why he’s a werewolf now. Sloppy writing.

28. It also makes no sense why Tyler would open the door in a house that isn’t his.

29. Damon threatening to break Elena’s arm to protect her is actually just stupid because what would that do? She’d be on the ground in pain and what? It would make it that much easier for her to get taken.

30. Yeah Bonnie and Jeremy COULD’VE had some quality angst if they didn’t make him trash in season 3.

31. Damon has manhandled Elena like five times this episode. And the scene in the tomb is underrated for SE. Elena was legit going to run into the tomb.

32. Even when Elena struggles against Damon and says “You done?” It looks like a teen rebelling against a guardian, it’s super weird. And Elena tries to go into the tomb AGAIN. Such an SE moment.

33. Anticlimactic ending.

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Another Damn Murder Mystery, Part 1: Blood is Thicker than Water

I have a problem. Scratch that; I have *several* problems. But what else is new? I mean, it’s not like things could stay quiet. Goodness no we can have that. The universe might damn well implode if my existence stayed stable. Problem number one: my sister. I have a younger sister, Sarah. There’s a twelve year age difference there, and I *think* she should be in her first year of grad school. I know that’s what she was planning to do anyway. I used to check out her facebook every so often to see what she’s been up to, but I’ve gotten out of the habit in the past couple years. Last I knew she was holding a steady 4.0 at NYU. But the problem isn’t what she should be doing of course. It’s what she *is* doing, which is currently being babysat by one of my ghouls because she thought now would be a *great* time to reconnect with her dearest big brother. Somebody stake me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister. When I was still breathing I would have done anything to build a relationship with her. But Sarah had friends, boyfriends, you know… a social life. And I was her boring, uncool older brother with no concept of what it meant to be social. It didn’t help that by the time she started middle school I was already in college. Then came grad school, then Julian, and by the time he was through with me I thought any chance of reconnecting with my family was shot. I never bothered trying to fake my death or anything like that. I thought no one would ever come looking for me. Guess I was wrong.

So yeah. She shows up at my door last night, dressed like some sort of scene kid metalhead reject, all smiles and hugs, acting like there hadn’t been almost ten years of no contact between us. Apparently when I’d asked Charlotte to check up on Julian all those months back she called Sarah, and from there Sarah figured out I was still kicking around here in DC. I gave her my debit card and told her to find a nice hotel for the night while I figured out how the hell to deal with this. Which brings us to problem two: Carloline’s in trouble. I don’t know what exactly happened, but she woke up tonight in a storage closet at a parking garage, covered in blood, in clothes she hadn’t dressed in earlier, with the withered corpse of a dead kindred beside her. She’d sent us all a text she didn’t remember sending, just saying “help.” Michella, Felicia and I all went to her apartment first and she wasn’t there, so we all tried calling and got no response. Eventually she did call us back and Michella got her to turn on her phone’s GPS so we could track her down. When we got there Caroline looked fine, thank god, but that doesn’t change the fact that she woke up next to a dead kindred. Oh, and to add to all this, Michella’s got this gray skinned monster thing following her around that her sire apparently grew in a lab. Its body is human enough, but its skin and eyes are obviously not. It’s some kind of bodyguard, I think? In any case it’s a masquerade breach waiting to happen. Michella calls it William. Felicia, Michella, and I looked around the room for a bit to try to figure out what exactly might have happened. Someone had obviously chowed down on the dead kindred; his entire neck was shredded and there wasn’t a drop of blood left in him. No one said it out loud, but we were all thinking it: diablerie. What I can’t figure out is why Caroline would do something like that. And if she did, how could she not remember it? Michella found a pendant around the corpse’s neck. I tried Spirit’s Touch on it and what I got was… was overwhelming. And terrifying. Things started out okay. I saw the image of a beautiful woman, felt love and affection for her, and then the scene changed to two men who exerted a fierce, palpable animosity. I felt the sensation of running, then this overwhelming all-consuming fear as something I can only describe as a psychic manifestation of someone’s beast chased me down. I’ve never felt fear like that before, not even when I was staring down Julian’s Tszimizce war form. The vision didn’t so much end as I forced it to stop, by throwing the pendant across the room. Worst of all, looking at Caroline afterwards triggered the same fear I’d felt in the vision. Christ, I hope she didn’t do this. I tried to see if she’d truly diablerized the corpse, but I couldn’t get anything out of her aura. I was so damn stressed I couldn’t focus at all. Caroline suggested we try asking Ares if he could contact the corpse’s spirit at all. I called him and he got to the parking garage as fast as he could, but apparently since the corpse was kindred he couldn’t do anything. Apparently our souls just disappear when we die, as opposed to humans who have a place to go afterwards. I feel terrible for wasting his time like that. He’d already had to put up with my sister earlier (yes, he was there when she showed up and helped get to a hotel). He assured me things like this are fine, but I still think I ask too much of him.

Next order of business was to clean up the scene and get the hell out. Felicia and Ares moved the corpse into Are’s trunk. Felicia found a key on the floor when they did so, so she gave that to me to try my spirit’s touch on later. Next, we all piled into his car to head to Michella’s. We dropped off the three girls there. Ares and I got some heavy duty cleaners from my studio and headed back to the garage to clean up the room. Actually cleaning it was a disaster – Ares spilled the chemicals by accident – but at least no one would be able to tell what happened there. We packed up our things and headed home for the night. When I woke up this evening I tried to get a read on the key Felicia gave me. I saw an image of the same woman as before, a warehouse in an area I didn’t recognize, and picked up the names “Hooper” and “Sash.” I texted those to the girls, then went about seeing to my sister. Which brings me to problem number three: My finances are now absolute shit. I woke up to several missed calls. Most from Sarah, and one from my credit card company. Thankfully they still had someone available to take a return call. Not only had Sarah charged her hotel to my card, but she also bought clothes and makeup and drinks. I told the credit card company they were all fraudulent charges and told them to cancel that account. And it only gets better from there! I went to the hotel Sarah was supposed to be at, only to find out she’d been kicked out for excessive noise complaints. She was only there a night! Then I got a call from the police – Sarah had tried to run away from a cab when my credit card was declined, run headfirst into a pair of police officers, then tried to beat them over the head with her lunchbox.

My sister, everyone. I would like to make clear that she was *not* this… spirited, I suppose, when I last saw her. But then I wasn’t around much so maybe I just didn’t notice. Either way I had to go to the police station and post bail for her, which emptied my bank account and maxed out my remaining credit card. And you know what she said? “It’s fine. Your boyfriend’s rich, right?” As if it’s Ares responsibility to put up with her just because she’s my sister. As if the problem here isn’t her own damn reckless behavior. Christ, I don’t even know how I’m gonna make that money back. I still have bills to pay this month… Sarah actually had the nerve to call me out for being upset, too! After all, I was the one who went and disappeared for almost a decade. So clearly I didn’t care about her that much. Her lack of self-awareness was staggering. I may have disappeared, but she sure as hell never went of her way to find me. I asked her why she bothered to visit at all. We weren’t close, no matter how much I wanted to be. Well apparently she’d gotten into a fight with our parents and, instead of finding a friend or someone to stay with, she travels all the way from New York to DC because she thinks I’ll understand what she’s going through. Really? Our parents aren’t the most attentive, I’ll give her that, and my relationship with them had always been distant, but I was never at odds with them like she apparently is. Ugh. I can’t sort this out now. I sent her to stay with Charlotte – this is pretty much Charlotte’s fault anyway – while I help Caroline with her situation. I made plans to talk with Sarah early tomorrow evening, and made her promise not to tell Mom and Dad about me. She wanted to know why, and then asked why we couldn’t meet during the day. I just told her it was for her own good, and she’d need to trust me. I hope Charlotte can come up with a better reason. She damn well better or I don’t know what I’m going to do. So now I’m off to Michella’s, to help Caroline, and hopefully not be too useless. We’ll see how that goes.

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she-walked-away · 8 years ago

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college au + established!kc + cuddling

Hey guys! Just wanted to get this out before I become complete Feysand/ACOWAR trash for the next week or so. This is short, fluffy, and straight to the fluffy meaningless point :)

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Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t what people would call “affectionate.”

In fact, his nickname for most of high school and part of college was the “Cold Hybrid,” based solely on his emotionally detached demeanor and the fact that he was a colossal ass who chased anything in a skirt. In fact, his younger sister likened him to being a real life Barney Stinson despite the fact that he lacked the tv character’s semi-lovable sense of humor.

Klaus was arrogant, passionate, confident, smooth, and a total douchebag most of the time.

Other than his family, Klaus rarely made an attempt to get along with anybody. Women flocked to him and his brothers, mostly due to their good looks and the British accents. Klaus’ social life consisted of a string of one-night stands, kicking the women out before breakfast and forgetting them almost as instantly as he met them.

He rarely felt anything other than lust for them, and he didn’t care.

Commitment was a joke, and not for him.

Until he met Caroline Forbes.

Caroline Forbes.

The woman that he never saw coming.

The one who wanted nothing to do with him.

So, obviously, he fell for her.

She was beautiful, strong, had a smile that light up a room, an infectious laugh that he felt down to his toes, and Klaus was hooked the minute he first saw her.

He met her at a bar in Chicago that he and his brothers frequented. It was a surprisingly slow Friday night and he was on already on his second glass of scotch. Elijah and Finn, his older brothers, were having a debate on Oxford versus Cambridge that bored him to death. His younger brother, Kol, was off trying to flirt with a beautiful brunette who studiously ignored him.

And then he saw her.

A beautiful blonde made her way across the bar, her gold sequined top catching in the light and making her radiate like the sun in the middle of the dull bar. He was immediately drawn to her, wanting nothing more than to see her beautiful form writhing in his sheets. His fingers flexed involuntarily, thinking of how he would commit her curves to memory in his sketchbook.

Her smile was intoxicating, eyes sparkling enticingly under the dim lighting of the bar, her legs went on for miles under that short navy skirt she wore, and she shut him down straight away.

His first attempt ended with her rolling her eyes and stalking away while he grinned at her retreating form. Never had he ever felt so gleeful at being turned down, and he found himself even more determined. He tried again that night and was met with the same rebuff, this time coupled with a small smile and eye roll.

And so it became their thing.

He’d show up at the bar and immediately look for her to attempt to talk. She’d try to ignore him, but humor him eventually at the end of the night. It took him a few weeks, but soon enough, he learned her name.

Caroline.

Klaus couldn’t explain the fascination he had with the beautiful Caroline Forbes, but always knew it ran deeper than just feeling challenged. He found himself wanting to know everything about her, her hopes, dreams, everything she wanted in life.

(She didn’t fall for that line at all which hit Klaus with the realization that for the first time ever, he actually meant it.)

Eventually they became tentative acquaintances, then friends. They had mutual acquaintances who had a tendency to hang out with each other, and despite her reluctances, Caroline enjoyed spending time with the mysterious Brit who tried so hard to get to know her.

Then one snowy December night, Caroline’s roommate ditched her for Klaus’ younger brother Kol, and Klaus offered to walk her home. With a promise to be on his best behavior, they walked in silence to her apartment building and up to her door. They made small talk about the night before Klaus awkwardly tried to leave, not wanting to at all.

Caroline rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him hard, pressing him up against the hard wooden door and opened it, making them spill into her entry hall.

They never did quite make it to the bed that night.

Or really, lots of nights past that.

Two years later, they still were together, living together and Klaus officially became that guy.

That guy meaning the one who literally lived to cuddle.

“Klaus.”

“Hmm?” he murmured, pulling his arm tighter across Caroline’s stomach.

“I have to get up,” she whispered, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“Nope,” he said plainly, burying his face in her blonde curls.

He breathed heavily, grinning when she shivered lightly.

“I have to go to work or I’ll be fired,” she giggled, pinching the skin on the top of his hand.

“So quit,” he suggested, running his nose down the back of her neck.

She scoffed. “Not everybody is a millionaire like you. I have to make money and have health insurance.”

Klaus did arch a brow at that. Being an artist and getting to work from home did have it’s perks.

“We live together, love. I’ll be your sugar daddy,” he teased, pressing a hot kiss behind her ear.

She made a disgusted noise and turned around, wrinkling her nose at him. “That makes you sound like a creepy old man.”

Klaus chuckled, leaning forward to press a searing kiss on her soft lips. “I will admit to having voyeuristic tendencies when it comes to you, love.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Caroline teased. “You used to be such a stalkerazzi.”

“You were my muse,” Klaus shrugged, pulling her further into his arms. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Caroline hummed derisively against his throat, snuggling into his arms. Klaus’ hands stroked down her back, his fingers massaging little circles into her soft skin. Their apartment was quiet, the early birds by the windows chirping while the sounds of Chicago waking up began to fill the air.

“I really don’t want to get up,” Caroline sighed.

“I’ll write you a note,” Klaus teased, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I blame you,” she poked his chest.

“Me?” he asked, skimming his hands under her sleep shirt.

“Yeah,” she groaned, pressing a kiss to his skin. “If we hadn’t moved in together, I wouldn’t have so much trouble leaving the bed.”

Klaus smirked, thumbing over her hip bone as he continued to stroke her soft skin. “You did agree.”

“I was coerced!” she protested.

“Bullocks,” Klaus stated, using his finger to tilt her chin up to look at him. “You suggested it.”

“It was the sex,” she teased, winking at him. “The orgasm was so mind-blowing that it just slipped out.”

“Flattery after an insult,” Klaus hummed. “You play dirty, my love.”

Caroline’s grin turned seductive. “Oh, I can play dirty.”

Klaus arched a brow at her, his hands brushing down the sides of her body and wrapped around her hips as he pulled her to straddle him. “So is that a yes on me writing you a note?”

Caroline bit her lip, thoroughly distracting Klaus as he followed the motion. His hands continued their descent down her body, falling to her legs as his thumbs stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs. She wiggled absentmindedly and Klaus bit back a moan as a stab of arousal rushed south.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned.

She smiled wickedly, leaning down to nibble at his earlobe. “I guess I can always be a little late to work. Or just remote in later this afternoon from the living room.”

Klaus’ eyes darkened considerably and he propped himself up to catch her lips, thrusting his tongue between her teeth as his thumbs swept under the material of her shorts.

“Allow me to show you the benefits of working from home,” he said cheekily, moving his hands up a little higher.

Caroline just gasped in response.

God, Klaus loved cuddling.

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