#sorry not sorry for the caroline spam

[lxstingravity]

we got some great test results today!!

thank you for helping us help you help us all!

absolute best and most handsome boss in the world is @dreamdancerdotfile

[stargazer-sims]

Greetings!

I seem to have gotten a lot of new followers over the past few weeks, and perhaps everyone isn't going to look at my pinned post, so I thought I'd do an introduction — or a reintroduction — of me and my account.

My name is Sapphire (yes it's my IRL name) and I'm probably too old to be on Tumblr, but I've been here for a long time and I'm not going anywhere any time soon. I'm a nerd, a dog mom, a lawyer, and I'm a person with low vision.

This is not a YOI fan blog. I get asked on occasion about it (probably because of the names of two of my main characters) and I'm sorry if you came here looking for that. If you want more elaboration about my Yuri & Victor, please look at this post.

This blog is ostensibly a Sims 4 blog. That having been said, I'm a writer above all, so although I do enjoy playing The Sims and I post a lot of Sims screenshots, my true passions here are my stories. Just so you're aware, some of my writing is not "illustrated" by Sims screenshots at all.

My currently active stories are: - The Art of Redemption - Caroline & Co. - Assorted Short Fiction

Links to other stories that are either completed or paused can be found in my pinned post.

I also make CC (@stargazer-sims-cc), reblog other people's CC (@stargazer-sims-finds) and reblog non-CC posts that I like (@stargazer-sims-reblogs). *** please note - my CC blog is currently empty because I'm in a process of sorting and reorganizing it, but I anticipate it being back up and running within the next few weeks. Meanwhile, you can find some of my CC and builds here on the main blog by searching the tag #made by sapphire

I like to chat and interact and I'm happy to help whenever I can, so please feel free to send me asks or send me a friendly DM any time. I also love comments. I'll never find it annoying if you reply to my posts, and I'm not against "like spam" so feel free to have at it!

It's nice to have you all aboard, and I'm glad you decided to follow me!

[klefansklaroline]

This is the most trashiest part two I have ever made, i hate it sm😭

Damon x non-binary! reader pt.2

Warnings: nothing i don’t think

Word count: 677

Dt: @shawnspoems @wanniiieeee

~~~~

PT.2

It’s been three weeks since the altercation you had with Damon. You haven’t left your house since, even when you did, you made sure someone went with you just in case you ran into Damon.

Over those three weeks, Damon has non stopped spamming you with texts and calls and even voicemails. You ignored each and every one of them.

Your friends have tried to convince to talk to him and let him explain himself, aka Caroline as she is the only one that knows of your “little” crush on him and you were dead set on keeping it that way

Elena and Bonnie didn’t have a single clue but they tried their best to help in whichever way they can and honestly that’s all you really need

Even if one of them was the reason for the situation

“Cmon y/n”, Caroline whines, rolling around in your chair, “i miss spending time with you , come on, don’t be a bum”, she said, looking over at your laying form

You sighs as you though about it

Should I go to the grill? I have a very high chance of seeing Damon but I also don’t…

“Fine I’ll go”, you sigh which resulted in the blonde girl to jump up and squeal, clapping her hands

“GET READY!”

~~~~

Damon was at the bar, in the grill, drinking away. He wanted you, he really did even though you might have thought differently, he wanted you in his own way. The Damon way. The way that no one will understand. All those times that he has talked to you about Elena, it was actually all about you. Elena hated his guts.

“Drinking your sorrows away?”, Alaric takes a seat next to him

“You know it”, Damon mumbles taking a big swig of his 7th drink

“What’s up”, Alaric raises an eyebrow

“Y/n…they admitted something and…”, Damon sighs shaking his head, “i don’t know, i guess they took my quietness as a sign and told me to forget about it or something, can’t remember”, he throws his head back with a cup hovering over his lips, taking a big gulp

“Oh shit”, Damon hears Caroline’s voice, “i really didn’t think he would be here…i am so sorry y/n”, your name immediately makes him look over and meet your eyes

“Y/N!”, Caroline calls, watching you walk out and goes to follow you until Damon stops her

“I got it”, he mumbles as he walks out to follow you

You start walking down the sidewalk, trying to get as far as possible before Damon gets to you which was cut short when you suddenly appeared in the woods with the man himself in front of you

“Y/n”, he says when you try to walk away

“Leave me alone Damon, we don’t need to talk about that”, you shake your head when you felt his hand wrap around your shoulder

“You never let me talk”, he shakes his head, making you turn towards him, “you never let me say my part that day, kinda hurt me”, you furrow your eyebrows as you stare at him

“What are you talking about”, you say

“I like you too, y/n”, Damon says as he raises his hand to rest against on your cheek, “i wanna be there and learn to love you just like you learned to love me”, Damon makes a face, “that was a little too romantic”, he shakes his head and smiles when he heads a giggle come out from you

“Really?”, you say

“Don’t ask stupid questions”, Damon says and leans over to give you a kiss, catching you by surprise

You smile into the kiss and melt as his arms wrap around your waist and your arms wrap around his neck

[honeybear-yammy]

Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

 “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

 "I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @samxslaughter @drewbooooo @cecespeach @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

[starry-hughes]

https://www.tumblr.com/starry-hughes/744080244133216256/ok-angst-idea-so-kents-injured-and-caroline-is

they def go radio silent for a couple days till one of them give in

caroline gives in. she’s so caught up in school work and rehearsals and ignoring kent. she totally misses his surgery. until adam texts saying that he’s out of surgery.

she’s fumbling for her phone hours later when she finally sees the text. “please pick up please.”

kent’s phone rolls to voicemail. there’s a showcase that night and she has a solo. but she doesn’t care. “give my solo to someone else please.”

“caroline-”

“my boyfriend had surgery. i have to go i’m so sorry.”

she’s shaking as she’s driving down to columbus. she’s spamming his phone with calls and texts. all unanswered.

[countrymusiclover]

69 - Drastic Vampire Measures

Part 70

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus @dragonixfrye @samsgirl93 @elijahmikaelsonbitch

“I can’t believe this. My daughters and my husband have flipped their switches. Alaric is in a coma and that has all happened in the spam of not even twenty four hours. I mean what the hell is going to happen next!” Slumping down in the desk chair of the main office I smacked a hand to my forehead feeling frustrated.

My sister was standing in front of the wooden desk moving to sit down in the chair in front that was pulled up. She had some of her hair curled while I had mine separated into two braids falling down my shoulders. “Look, we have to face one problem at a time, Mads. I mean you managed to break Klaus from his crazy spell before so I don’t see why you can’t do it a second time. As for the girls, I don't think we can bring them back without Klaus.”

“I agree with you on that. It just shook me you know…when I looked into his eyes he looked like a completely different person. It was like the first time I saw his hybrid face…I…I was terrified all over again.” Leaning back in the chair I wrapped my arms around myself shaking a little. I usually wasn’t afraid of Klaus but I was when he had his vampire switch flipped.

Caroline twirling her twin ring sends me a glance with a half smile in my direction. “It was so long ago that I thought he wasn’t capable of having any real human feelings until I saw he was around you. He has been there for you through everything including our mother’s death. It took me a long time before I realized it wasn’t just because of the soulmate bond.”

“It’s always been more than that, Care. It’s like he opened my mind to something that I never knew I needed. I mean think about it Caroline our lives completely changed for the better once we were introduced into the world of vampires and werewolves.” Throwing my hands up from the desk I explained to her before I heard Lizzie saying something to her friends in another room. Vamping into the room I saw that Josie was lying asleep on the bed.

“Mrs. Mikaelson. I didn’t know you were back yet. Where is your husband?” MG questions turning to face me with Lizzie standing beside him.

Leaning in the doorway I noticed that Jo’s girlfriend Finch was sitting at her bedside until I had entered the bedroom. “My husband has been turned to the dark side yet again by my eldest daughter Nikola. And I can only assume that Josie is trapped inside the box because of Hope or her. Now would someone care to explain what exactly is going on here.”

“I have a solution to our Nikola and Hope problem after what they did to my father, Aunt Maddie.” Lizzie stepped forward where I could tell that I wasn’t going to like what she was saying next. She avoided my gaze for a moment before she finally muttered. “I want to kill them…”

The veins underneath my eyes suddenly appeared where I snagged her wrist dragging her into the hallway trapping her in between the wall and my boys where she gasped never seeing me like this. I didn’t lose my temper normally but she was coming after my children. “Elizabeth Jenna Saltzman you will never utter those words ever again or I will make your life a living nightmare. I have not gone to almost hell and back so that you could say something like that. Do you not know that they are already dead there is no way of coming back - and besides they are Tribrid’s. They cannot be killed. Even if they could - they are your cousins - you’re family!”

“Aunt Maddie I…They tried to kill my dad. He is in a coma - urgh!” She grunted with her hair falling in front of her eyes. I heard her heartbeat quickening with my right hand wrapped around her throat.

Pushing her up against the wall some more I didn’t care. My fangs appeared where her heart skipped a beat in fear. “I am sorry about your father but it doesn’t change the fact that you are talking about coming after my children. I let Hope and Nikola go to this school so you can be close - but under no circumstances will I ever allow you to hurt my babies!”

“Mads I’m sorry…ugh you’re hurting me…please stop.” She whimpered under my fingernails where she gripped my wrist trying to get me to pull away.

Stepping away from her I growled hearing her drop on the floor while my nose picked up a hint of blood. Glancing back at my niece I noticed that my nails had drawn a very little amount of blood from her neck so I bit into my wrist holding it out to her. “Drink Lizzie and then go watch over your sister. If I catch you anywhere else I’ll tell your mother what you just told me.”

“I’m sorry Aunt Maddie….I just can’t believe she did this…Hope hurt my father.” She gulped down my blood until the wounds healed.

I put a hand on her shoulder sending her on her way before I heard the front door of the school get thrown open. Vamping into the living room my husband dropped a dead body on the carpet where I shook in my head I felt my fangs trying to pop through at the heightened smell of blood. “Klaus, seriously you really can’t drop dead bodies inside the school. We have little kids here in case you have forgotten that.”

“I didn’t, my beautiful wife. But you seem to forget that I have flipped that glorious switch we have so I don’t care about much.” He waved his finger around in the air heading down the stairs until he was standing directly in front of me. “Now what do you say to you and me taking a little trip to France. Elijah and Hayley say that it is so lovely.”

Knitting my brows together I took a step backwards from him remembering that I had hidden one of Mikaelson's daggers inside the couch. Even though they didn’t work on him it was better than nothing. I couldn’t let him possibly hurt any students. “Klaus, we can’t go traveling. Our daughters need our help. And I know you haven’t forgotten that we have children to worry about..” Backing up by the edge of the coach I wrapped my fingers around the blade handle quickly drawing it out attempting to stab him.

“Maddison…Maddison…how pathetic of you.” He clicked his touch snatching my wrist in his where I grunted feeling his nails drawing some blood. He drew the dagger from my grasp, tossing it away then jerking me into his chest. “Right before that little attempt I did care what I did to you but now…well maybe this will help you see what I want you to do.”

He revealed his fangs pressing them into my neck where I gasped sharply feeling him drink my blood but also that his werewolf venom was entering my bloodstream. “Nik….Caroline!”

“I love you, Mads. But if you want always and forever then you will agree to my terms in France when you wake up.” He moved his hands up to the sides of my neck seeing that my eyes were watering at the pain he just caused. He moved his fingers quickly snapping my neck where I collapsed into his waiting arms where he carried me bridal style vamping me out of the house.

Only a minute later the older Forbes blonde vamped into the room seeing the dagger and some blood on the floor but didn’t hear the pair. She had heard he cry but wasn’t as fast an Original Hybrid. “Maddie!”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s Chinese mafia anon- sorry for the spam!!

Btw clover’s aunt and uncles last name being Thorne- LMAO

Also in chapter 4- let’s be real Benedict totally wanted to get to the flower exhibition early to see her but got held up. The real question is did he get held up by his art, his siblings, or his desire to still seem cool and arriving fashionably late?

Also have the titles and names and last names for all the new characters been stated? Specifically the aunt, uncle, teddy’s full name, and charlotte?

Omg omg-

Darling never ever apologize for that, I love all your asks and ILYSM 😍🥰

Yesssss their last name is Thorne😈 It was a last minute decision, I'm glad you liked it! ����

I think he was so ready to go there earlier and wait for Clover there, but he got held up by his siblings for sure😂 And Charlotte! 😂 But he was very restless😏

I don't think we have the titles yet but we can talk about them now! ❤

I think the uncle is a Viscount actually! ❤ His name is Howard, and the aunt's name is Caroline, she's the Viscountess❤

Teddy's full name is Theodore and he's going to be his uncle's heir🥰

Charlotte doesn't have any titles so she's just called Miss Harlowe! ❤ Her father is probably a baron, so they're not really high up in the social hierarchy thing❤

[softpine]

it wouldn’t be a new pack if caroline didn’t find a new way to escape near death

[dwightcarolinesource]

From Gabriella Wilde’s Instagram Story on 22-01-2019 (5/5)

[noncanonfan]

Looking for blogs to follow!  Please rb if you post the following characters

- Raphael Santiago 

- Simon Lewis 

- Maia Roberts 

- Maryse Lightwood 

- TJ Kippen 

- Jonah Beck 

- Katherine Pierce/Katerina Petrova 

- Bonnie Bennett 

- Caroline Forbes 

- Kai Parker 

- Klaus Mikaelson 

- Rebekah Mikaelson 

- Freya Mikaelson 

- Marcel Gerard 

- Josh Rozsa 

- Hope Mikaelson 

- Milton Greasley 

- Lizzie Saltzman 

- Kaleb (legacies) 

- Lydia Riera 

- Elena Alvarez 

- Petra Solano

[thewholeworldatyourfeet]

Cleaning out my likes today has been such a goldmine. So many of my favorite things

[multistoty]

⭐️ about klaus and sage @fireinyourblood

ps sorry for the spam hehe <3

@fireinyourblood

Klaus was determined to hate this man when he showed up unannounced to a war council. Still, he was intrigued by the aura of power the man held and his decent fashion skills. It is easy for one king to tell another by the regality of their countenance. He was infuriatingly attractive from the beginning

Klaus had been surprised to find an envelope tied up with pretty ribbons on his bed explaining that the room next door, that he had spoken about enjoying the archeticure of over one of the parental drinking nights, would be set up as a haven of art where any supply was provided or could be. And klaus finds himself leaving the door open just in case. Something he hadn’t done since Caroline. For this place was his peace and expression

Klaus makes fun of his decour only so he can get away with painting things for him without it being some thing that Rebekah can gush over

Klaus decided he would bite the bullet and try out this connection when he realized that he felt that Hope was safe with him

Klaus gives his two cents on the situation with Jess when their quips are traded for something more personal. He isn’t exactly sure how he got Hope much less got her back, but he believes it would do good for both villain father and heir to rewrite the sins of the past and the parents that tortured them

Sage is the first person that Klaus has ever divulged stories of Mikeal’s beatings with. Being from the same situation, the redhead gives him a reaction that is a healing balm. No pity,but understanding of the darkness that coated that man. He finds himself listening when the king says that his father’s words were all lies

Sage begins to loop in Klaus to his politics which warms his heart and also gives them much to discuss. He hadn’t even been trusted like this by Marcel

It is clear that the red headed man listens when he finds another set of poetry books with his favorites bound in such beautiful condition. He wonders who said something, but then is struck by the fact of listening and recognition the king gave him

Klaus has not cooked in centuries. He tried to make it seem like the reason was to have both daughters make nice with their single parent, but he also finds himself using his knowledge of french dishes to unwind and mabye impress

Hope gave her father drawings of them in ‘fan art’. Klaus had loved the lord of the rings movies since Hope had insisted they watch them even if she did sit on Kol’s lap instead of his. He quite likes the elven princes immortalizing on his night stand

Klaus finds himself less murderous and even leaves a few vials of his blood on Sage’s desk.

He tells himself it’s to annoy the man in his office, but he likes watching the king at work while putting his feet on the luxurious furniture even if he complained about it being garish 

[fudgetunblr]

I’m thinking about playing Lydia Bennet now, so @lit-beyond-measure here’s some other things from our production:

- eventually the slap turned into a kneeing on Wickham since it could be achieved without pain.

- there was this great Wickham and Lydia scene that showcased her immaturity and Wickham’s manipulative nature.

- mr. Bennet became a lesbian aunt, who had something with Catherine de Bourgh, but it was mainly implied in the text since it was a costume drama with endless complex dialogue that required a reread to understand.

- we had three acts, the first one everyone addressed each other formally, on the second less and with nicknames, and in the third people started referring to themselves in third person etc, it was a bit whack but it was fun.

- so many Easter eggs of popular media, some lines were songs. One scene between Kitty and Lydia was just Kitty basically reciting “everything I wanted” by Billie Eilish but translated, that also allowed our play to pass the bechdel test.

- our teacher said Mary reminded her more of how Lizzie was in the book, and she was right. Mary got personality and it was amazing. Lizzie was supposed to be a bit like a disney princess in her search for true love and her stubbornness to change her opinion.

- the two guys in our production were cast as Darcy and Bingley, and the guy who played Bingley is him irl.

- awkward dance between Jane and Bingley that no one thought looked good and no one changed lmao

- a huge ass climax scene in the end with everyone just being in the scene and flipping at each other

- a shopping scene where I continuously slipped on clothes

- a scene called “Bingleys breakdown” where he gets drunk and mourns his breakup with Jane

- Darcy popping up through different entrances during the first proposal

- our Collins being likeable oop

- handshake between Lydia and Kitty that was basically only used one and a half time

- Caroline yelling at Darcy 😌

- Apple used as symbolism and Elizabeth keeps throwing it towards guys until Darcy finally catches it. They don’t get married in the end but decide to go on a date, and there’s a joke about Darcy making an Apple pie and taking his place in the kitchen.

And a bunch of other stuff, sorry for spamming, no one has to read this, I miss this production, and my friends, and it was so much fun and I’m proud of it.

[ray-jaykub]

I swear I'm gonna stop spamming your inbox for tonight but do any of the kids have like allergies or something? Or like any physical problems/disabilities (except Leo's mute kid and caroline with pretty sever anxiety)?

Oooohh never thought about this 👀 i feel like i really dumped the load on Raphael's kids and I am so sorry about that

I feel like since Riley was just born mute that he doesn't exactly feel anything towards it. Yeah he wishes he could say something sometimes or scream and shout like other kids but he's used to it. As long as he's 'heard' Riley's chill

Jailyn has an allergy to latex and has dyslexia

I think i mentioned Malikai getting his dads temper and richard too except it went the opposite direction for it isn't really dry, harsh anger where he'll say something he regrets or goes off like his older brother does. Instead it's this wet, emotional, frustrated anger where if he can't zip his jacket he'll yank it off and start tearing up or if he broke something he'll cry. All it takes is him getting overwhelmed and he's flying to you or Raphael. He just can't handle it, it's all too much sometimes. Especially when you're a little kid who's gonna make mistakes often :/

Anastasia really feels like she needs someone paying attention to her constantly no matter who. It is common among young children (my little sister was the same) but she takes it as like betrayal almost, if she goes a day without having a full conversation with dad or being with pops she has a tantrum built for shaking walls, why do you think Raph is so soft on his kids?

Caroline, caroline, caroline... this poor girl has been the outlet for my tween/teen years and it shows. She does have severe anxiety and problems with eating properly (because even when she does have a normal meal she feels sick) A little embarresed about her interests but luckily her Dad is like her guide to this world and they're always ranting eachothers ear off. Obviously with anxiety comes worries and confrintation. You know how it is

Finn has adhd and can't have dairy unless it's a substitute :/

[galvanizedfriend]

p. 1: OMG thank you so much for the update, it was exactly what I needed today! I enjoyed it so much (the story and the writing and maybe the emotional rollercoaster because I'm weird like that) but oh boy... When you warned us about character death and then Aiden died I wondered if I was somehow supposed to be more attached to him but it was only fair to have a major character or two fall victim to almighty aunt Dahlia. But I thought it would have been a Mikaelson, hoping that their deaths are

p. 2: less permanent. But my baby Caroline didn't deserve this! And my heart breaks for Klaus going through losing her for a second time. The first time already screwed him up quite a bit (understandably so) and I'm scared to see how he comes out of this. Dahlia sure as hell knows what she's doing. Please don't keep us waiting too long for the next update, if possible. I can't wait to see how you explain and link everything together and I also need the comfort that my KC babies will be okay.

p. 3: I mean you wouldn't just kill of Caroline for good, right (or Klaus)? I don't think I can handle that. But apart from being eager for an update, I really loved the chapter (with the disclaimer on Caroline of course!). I can see why it means so much to you and you certainly did not disappoint. I loved how Caroline joined the brothers for brunch and dropped kisses on them both. Giving Klaus of piece of her mind for excluding her yet again but also reminding him that she loves him. Ugh my KC

p .4: heart!!! And I also loved Caroline taking the lead on Eve's protection plan. She got Elijah to see reason but as per usual Klaus is a stubborn bastard. That's why it was so heart-breaking to see him push everyone away thinking only he could protect Caroline and Eve and then losing Caroline yet again. I'm still waiting to know more about his plan and see if he'd be able to see it through with Caroline gone. So many things coming together in this chapter, it was amazing. Thank you so much!

p. 5: Excuse all the rant and spam in your inbox but you're super great, it was a yet another wonderful chapter in such a beautifully written story and I just had to channel all those emotions somewhere. Thank you for all your time and effort and I can't wait to read the next chapter! Lots of love from a fellow Klaroliner <3

Hello, five parts anon! I know I said i’d be coming back to reply in a few days and now it’s two weeks later and I don’t know if you’re still there, but I’m finally here! lol 🧡🧡 I’ve updated the story, so I think it’s ok to have spoilers out. Anyone who would mind spoilers have already read it, I guess.

I’ll add a read more line here so this won’t be gigantic in people’s dashes. lol

First of all, thank you SO, SO much for this amazing message! 🧡 It’s super sweet of you and I’m so flattered you took your time to write a five parts ask! Wow! That’s just incredibly nice!

So. Caroline’s death. 😂 I had been kind of alluding to it for a while now. The way things had happened, how scared Klaus was, the way he’d been acting, it was kind of an indication that things would be heading that way. However, at the same time it proves he was right to be paranoid, his paranoia was exactly what provoked her death. It was what prompted Dahlia to figure out that Caroline was the piece that had to be removed from the playing field in order to tip the brothers the way she wanted them, the perfect way to break all of the alliances - between Mikaelsons and Crescents.

The reason why I decided to go there was because I didn’t buy anyone’s motivations at the end of S2. I think I’ve mentioned this here before. Klaus is crazy for no reason, Elijah turns on him out of nowhere because Hayley tells him to. Aiden was not that important to anyone (other than Josh) to become such an important tipping point. So everyone’s reasons were extremely weak, which meant I didn’t feel for any of them when all hell broke lose, just thought they were all dumbasses, and that Klaus went WAY too far with his revenge tour. So, in order to offer some more motivation, I made it so that Klaus had been slowly growing more and more paranoid since Caroline’s death. He made mistakes, trusted the wrong people, and that eventually led to her death. So this is why he refused to trust anyone here, including his siblings. Elijah turned on him, not because someone told him to. He did it because he believes Caroline’s death was retribution, because Klaus caused her to die. He’s angry af, so that’s why he does it. Because his brother became a liability and he was likely to get even worse after her death. And the reason why Klaus will - well... 

So everyone is where they needed to be at this point, but their motivations are different. And while Hayley simple walked out after Aiden and then decided she wasn’t going to come back because she didn’t want Klaus in Hope’s life, here Caroline never did that. But she was still incredibly hurt, mostly because she came to the conclusion that Klaus’ despair was paranoia was rooted in his feelings for her. 

ANYWAY. I’M SORRY. I digressed a little here. lol You know she’s going to come back. lol That’s not even a spoiler. There’s no way she’ll stay dead forever. BUT. Some stuff will happen. lol Thank you so much for your message, anon! Hope you can enjoy the next update! And feel free to come and rant any time! :)

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(he got) the wrong lovers

Caroline kneels and runs her hand over a happy blue hen. She lets herself enjoy how the chickens shake their feathers as she strokes them and the low contented coos they make.

The Farmer returns, offering Caroline a hand. “I’m sure the girls are enjoying your attention, but you’re mine tonight.”

or: caroline gets a dinner invitation from the kind farmer down the way

((hi sdv fans! i’m sorry that my first fic for this fandom is going to be a player/caroline fic with a bittersweet ending, but sometimes It’s Just Like That. there’s a little infidelity, because Obviously, but really and truly this is mostly pre-slash and caroline being conflicted and confused. please enjoy i guess???))

{ao3}

When the letter comes to the house, Caroline is shocked. All of their mail is usually for Pierre, supply forms or Head of Household things, or for Abby, her little magic magazines or a video game she’s ordered from the city; Caroline can’t remember the last time a piece of mail that wasn’t spam came in for her.

“What’s in the mail, dear?” Pierre asks as Caroline brings the whole stack into the kitchen. She sighs when she sees that he’s already begun eating, despite how she had asked him to wait for Abby. He has to open the shop, Caroline knows that, but he can’t wait five minutes to have a family breakfast?

“I got a letter,” She says, then flushes at how excited her voice sounds, like she’s a child on Feast day. “It’s from the Farmer.”

Pierre hums, disinterested. “Anything for me?”

“Ah, yes, sorry. A seed order form for next season.” She hands the booklet over and Pierre is easily absorbed by both it and his breakfast. Caroline doesn’t sigh, not aloud, but she does allow her shoulders to rise and fall before she leaves the room to remind Abby to come eat. It’s not like Pierre is looking at her anyway.

She doesn’t open the letter until later, after the store’s opened and after Abby’s left for the Museum, not because she’s ashamed or because it’s a secret but because it just seems like it’s something she should do alone. Like it’s private. She’s sent the Farmer letters before, with recipes and tips, but the Farmer’s always seemed the type to prefer face-to-face communication and she’s certainly never heard of anyone else getting anything in the mail from them.

Caroline, the letter reads, ink dark and deliberate but still a bit messy, letters flowing into each other in a half-cursive script like the Farmer’s hand couldn’t keep up with their thoughts, Sorry I can’t ask you in person, doing some stuff on the farm, but would you like to come over today at 5? It’s okay if you can’t, I’m just making a new recipe and wanted you to try it first.

Caroline reads the letter twice more before refolding it and tapping it against the countertop, thinking. Tonight… Well, tonight was going to be like any night: she’d cook and eat dinner, have some tea and read a book, try to get Abby to take her online classes seriously or wear something with a bit more color or stop doing all that occult nonsense or something. The only blip in her monotonous life is what topic she and Abby argue about -- that, and the Farmer’s visits, recently. There’s a part of her that wants to cling to that which is comfortable and routine but the more Caroline thinks about it, the more appealing it seems; she hasn’t had someone cook for her in a long while, and she’s never been out to the farm. Besides, she and the Farmer are friends now, right? She’s been to dinner at Jodi’s plenty of times, and though those were joint family dinners with Abby and Pierre and Jodi’s Sam and Vincent, this is barely any different. It wouldn’t be difficult to make food enough for two and put it in the fridge, She reasons, Surely even Pierre can work the stove well enough to warm up a tray of cheese and cauliflower.

She nods, final, and pops into the store to tell Pierre of her decision. He’s talking to Harvey and when he sees her, he holds up a hand in a clear wait a moment. Caroline frowns but stands beside the counter as the men finish their business and their chatter, an obedient wife.

“Yes?” Pierre asks when Harvey leaves.

“I just wanted to tell you that the Farmer’s invited me to dinner.”

“On such short notice? We’ll have to decline, I was going to do inventory tonight-”

“No, dear,” Caroline interrupts, rolling her shoulders back to stand straighter, “They invited me. I’m going to go over, this evening, I’ll leave dinner in the fridge for you, okay?”

Pierre makes a face, nose scrunching and corners of his mouth falling. “When did they ask that? I haven’t seen them in today.”

“They haven’t been in, but that’s what the letter was about,” Caroline says, then, when Pierre continues to look confused, she clarifies, “The letter I got this morning. It was from the Farmer, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. That.” Pierre says. Caroline can see that he obviously does not remember. She takes a breath in through her nose.

“I was just letting you know what I was going to do. I’ll write heating instructions and leave them in the kitchen but, if all else fails, you can put it in the microwave, it just might get a little mushy.”

Pierre makes another face but Caroline doesn’t give him a chance to argue, retreating to the kitchen to make dinner so she can have enough time to get ready before heading out.

When she leaves home at 4:30, pinning a note on the fridge to remind Pierre how to warm up their dinner, she walks down the dirt-trailed path towards the farm and realizes that it’s been ages since she’s been out here, out of the town center in general, really. When she and Pierre first moved to the Valley, she remembers going on long walks, through the forest and down the beach, up to the mountains and following the winding of the rivers; now, she spends her days either at home, in the square talking to Jodi and Evelyn, or at the community center. Time has made me boring, She thinks with something close to regret, wondering what the bright-eyed girl who used to sneak out to the Wizard’s tower in the evenings would think of her now.

As soon as the farm is in view, the Farmer is as well, leaning on the side of their house and absentmindedly fiddling with something. When they see Caroline, they put whatever it was into their ever-present backpack and jog out to meet her at the path.

“Hey,” They say, grinning, “You made it.”

“How could I not, with such a kind request?”

“You’re the kind of lady that deserves a kind request,” The Farmer says, and Caroline blinks in surprise but feels her smile grow all the same. The Farmer looks away, rubbing at the back of their neck. “Anyway, I’m about ready, but I’ve got to grab something from the coop first. You can come with me if you want.”

Caroline does want, so she follows the Farmer and lets them open the gate for her as they enter the livestock area. When they enter the coop, Caroline almost takes a startled step right back out the door; it is one thing, she discovers, to know that there are going to be chickens in a place, but it is something entirely different to suddenly be in a small room full of chickens.

“Oh, don’t worry, they don’t bite,” The Farmer says, sensing her reluctance. They pause and continue with, “Well, most of ‘em don’t. Mind that black one in the back, though I’m sure Voidy will be on her best behavior.”

The black chicken clucks loudly, almost in argument, but stops as soon as the Farmer sends her a sharp look. The whole exchange is enough to make Caroline laugh and snap from her nerves. She kneels and runs her hand through a happy blue hen’s feathers and when another chicken, this one white, comes over to investigate and Caroline pets her as well. She lets herself enjoy how the chickens shake their feathers as she strokes them and the low contented coos they make.

“Got it,” The Farmer says finally, returning and offering Caroline a hand. “I’m sure the girls are enjoying your attention, but you’re mine tonight.”

Caroline’s face flashes suddenly hot at the certainty in the Farmer’s voice, at the cocksure tilt of their smile, at the rough callouses on their hands as they pull her up with an easy motion and a bit too much power, causing her to stumble into their chest. She stills in shock for a moment, just a second, but it’s a second where she’s pressed against their work-hardened muscles, close enough to share the same air. The Farmer’s eyes are bright even in the dim light of the coop and Caroline’s pulse kicks up as those bright eyes soften. Then, quick as it had begun, the moment is gone and Caroline clears her throat and takes a step back.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” The Farmer assures her, and they hold the coop door open and the chickens back as she leaves.

Stepping outside helps clear her head a bit and she’s thankful for the cool evening air. The Farmer leads her back to the house and asks her to wait while they duck inside, so Caroline takes the time to press a palm to her still-quickened heart. What is up with me? she wonders. She figures that she’s probably just oversensitive; Pierre’s been so busy with the store, especially now that Joja’s closed, so someone paying as close attention to her as the Farmer does is obviously going to be a bit flustering. Especially when they’re that strong, She thinks, then immediately squeezes her eyes shut and shakes the thought away. The Farmer emerges then with a wicker basket on one arm and they refuse Caroline’s attempts to hold it.

“It’s rude to make a lady carry her own dinner,” The Farmer says, though they do offer their hand out to Caroline again. She doesn’t think she’s held hands with a friend since her childhood but Caroline takes it anyway, feeling the back of her neck heating up as the Farmer smiles softly and squeezes her hand.

The Farmer swings their attached hands gently as they walk further into the farm. They tell Caroline more about the chickens, about the kinds of crops they're growing this spring, and about how they’re experimenting with different types of jam.

“Once I get the sugar levels right, I’ll give you a jar,” They say easily. “What’s your favorite fruit?”

“Ah, I suppose I like apples, but really, you don’t have to-”

“I won’t do it if you don’t want any, but it’s not about ‘having to,’” The Farmer cuts in. They give Caroline an assessing look before shrugging and looking towards the darkening horizon. “I want to. I’d like to do nice things for you, if you’d let me.”

“I- uh,” Caroline swallows thickly, self-conscious and blushing. “That’s incredibly kind of you.”

“I already told you, you deserve kindness,” The Farmer says simply.

They don’t look back over to her, but their grip on her hand tightens slightly, comfortable and secure. They walk in easy silence until they reach their destination at the farm’s greenhouse. Inside, it’s nearly balmy and the air smells like fresh fruit and something else, familiar and pleasant to her. She can’t place it until they make their way around the towering blueberry, tomato, and grape plants and she finally sees two whole rows of valuable planting space taken up by her favorite flower, as well as the red-check blanket spread out next to the plants.

Caroline runs forward, unable to contain her excitement, and runs a finger down the petals of a particularly bright blue summer spangle. “These are out of season! How did you get them?”

“I asked the traveling merchant. I was going to just grow them and give them to you, but then I got this recipe and Abigail mentioned-” The Farmer cuts themself off, flushing. “Anyway, they’re for you, or, uh… I could keep them growing here if you'd like, and you could come by anytime to see them.”

“Really?”

“I grew them for you,” The Farmer says again. They take her hand and pull her towards the blanket, putting down the basket as they sit beside Caroline. “Now, this is my first time making this for someone else but all the ingredients are fresh, so…”

They push the basket towards Caroline, watching her intently as she opens the lid. When she does, she almost immediately drops it to bring her hand to her face, covering her shock-opened mouth. “You-”

“I can’t promise it'll be any good,” The Farmer is saying as they open the basket and remove the tupperwares of fish tacos by themself, red to the ears. The tacos smell delicious when they open the lids, like the sea and sun-warmed wheat, and they look even better. “No Gus-quality guarantee, but I tried my best, and-”

“It’s perfect,” Caroline interrupts, voice still muffled by her hand. Her heart feels full and light like there’s a balloon of pure happiness behind her ribcage, and she shakes her head in disbelief. “This is all so wonderful, I- I don’t know what I’ve done to earn this and I know you’re going to say it’s just a kind thing but this is- Perfect. This is just so perfect.”

Caroline drops her hand, letting it fall atop of the Farmer’s own, and the Farmer startles a bit. They look at her, eyes wide and face flushed, and Caroline feels her cheeks start to hurt because of how wide her smile is. I must look so silly, She thinks, An old lady like me so emotional over something like this, but still she can’t quell her joy.

“I,” The Farmer starts, eyes darting around Caroline’s face. They turn their hand under Caroline’s until they’re holding hands again, this time with fingers intertwined. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” Caroline confirms and pulls the Farmer in for a tight hug, pressing her face into their neck. When she pulls back a bit, arms loosely around them, the Farmer is still looking at her with that same wide-eyed wonder and it reignites her own embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” she starts, “That was-”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence before the Farmer cuts her off, not with words but with action as they close the scant space between them and kiss Caroline, a soft press of chapped lips against her own. Caroline, for a moment, kisses back; she’s so full of joy and love, and the Farmer’s lips feel so right against her own as her eyes slip closed and her body presses closer that it takes a second for her brain to catch up. But as soon as it does, she near throws herself away, half-crawling off the blanket and directly into the bed of flowers that had so overjoyed her earlier. Her hand comes back up to her mouth, covering not happiness but horror now as the lightness in her chest turns into a churning weight in her gut. The Farmer looks just as shocked as she is, though the recognition doesn’t make her feel any less sick.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I should go,” Caroline says over whatever apology the Farmer is trying, standing and brushing her skirt off. “I mean, look at the time! It’s so very late, and I’ve been at your farm for some time, and I really need to get home.”

“Caroline-”

“My family-” Caroline starts, only for the words to stick in her throat. She clears throat, ignoring the embarrassed and guilty sting of her eyes, and continues, “Pierre and Abigail will be waiting for me and I really shouldn’t have imposed on you like this.”

“You could never impose,�� The Farmer says, mouth twisting sadly as they stand. Caroline takes another stumbling step back, feeling the stem of a flower snapping beneath her shoe, but they don’t try to cross the distance she’s put between them. “I shouldn’t have done that, but Caroline, you’re always welcome here.”

“No, I,” Caroline shakes her head helplessly, wipes a desperate hand at her eyes, “I don’t think I should come over again.”

The Farmer nods dolefully and takes their own steps back, gesturing at the blanket. “Take a taco at least, please. I made them for you.”

That’s the problem, Caroline doesn’t say. Instead, she takes one of the tupperwares and says, “Thank you for the meal.”

“It was no problem,” The Farmer says, still looking at her with those bright, earnest eyes, and Caroline- can’t. She can’t do this.

She shakes her head again, not trusting herself to even say goodbye, and rushes out of the greenhouse. It’s dark now, as she finds her way off the farm and down that country lane back into town. She doesn’t run, because there’s no way to know who’s watching and there’s nothing more gossip-worthy than fleeing into the night, but her steps quicken the closer she gets to home, where she’s relieved to find the store empty and unlit. She stops just inside the doorway, leaning back against the hard wooden door as she finally allows her shoulders to shake and the confused tears to fall from her eyes.

She feels like she stands there for an eternity, silently trying to dissect the night and see how it went the way it did, figure out what kind of shameful signals she was putting out that made the Farmer think that she’d ever-

But you did, a part of her brain hisses, You did, and you liked it. Caroline, alone in the dark of Pierre’s store, shakes her head roughly. No, she was just confused; it’s been a hard time for her and she’s been so stressed with the house and the store and Abby and she was just so lonely, it only made sense that her heart would get friendship mixed up in feelings like that. It was just an embarrassing accident, she assures herself, wiping her eyes and straightening her back. All there is for it now is to apologize, stay away from the Farmer for a bit, and pretend it didn’t happen.

Caroline takes a deep breath and nods to herself. She walks into the house proper, pausing when she hears noise coming from the kitchen. “Pierre?”

“Nope,” Abby answers. As Caroline enters the kitchen she can see her daughter at the table, eating shredded cheese out of a bowl by the spoonful.

“Abigail.”

“Sorry mom,” Abby says but doesn’t stop eating the cheese. Caroline sighs. Abby nods her head towards Caroline’s hands, eyebrow raised. “Is that what the Farmer made you?”

“I wasn’t quite as hungry as I’d hoped,” She says as her stomach flips again at the mention of the Farmer, just to remind her that she’s in no shape to eat tonight. “Did you enjoy the cheese cauliflower?”

Abby snorts, “Yeah I did, but dad just went to the Saloon.”

“He what?” Caroline spins around. Abby shrugs, eating another spoonful of cheese.

“Yeah, I don’t know. He’s in bed now, so I guess you could ask him about it tomorrow.”

“If I had known that he was just going to get dinner from Gus then I could’ve-” Caroline stops, takes a deep breath. She opens the fridge and puts her untouched fish taco next to her husband’s untouched serving of cheese cauliflower. She exhales and relaxes her shoulders. She has no right to be upset with Pierre right now. “Nevermind. It’s not a problem.”

“‘S still not nice,” Abby mutters around her spoon, “For all he complains about cooking, you’d think he’d appreciate…”

Abby trails off with a roll of her eyes and Caroline waits for the usual Make your family play nice instinct to rise in her chest, for the Have some more respect for your father! to fall from her lips before she can even think about it, but it… doesn’t. Caroline frowns, just slightly.

“Well, don’t stay up too late, okay?” Caroline says, instead of anything else, and kisses Abby on the forehead when she grunts her assent.

As Caroline gets ready for bed, she finds herself thinking about the greenhouse again. She looks in the mirror and presses a hand to her lips -- wondering what she’d looked like to make the Farmer kiss her, wondering if that had been their plan all along, wondering what could’ve happened if she wasn’t a wife and mother. She splashes water on her face to help clear the thoughts away. Musings like that are for girls half Caroline’s age, a girl like Caroline was before she met Pierre and moved to Pelican Town and had Abigail. Farmers and greenhouses and summer spangles, none of that is for Caroline any more; she has her life, and that's enough.