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midnight-misfortunes · 5 months
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lady-blodreina · 6 months
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You weren't the villain of my story
-The Originals 5x12
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fang-venkas · 1 month
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notalittlebutalottie · 2 months
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Grazing XII: The Final Chapter (AO3)
Unlike their last goodbye, there isn’t a little note perched on Klaus’ pillow in place of him. Instead, Caroline wakes to the gentle stirring beneath her and Klaus’ fingers sleepily tracing the curve of her back. His chest rises as he takes a disorientated breath before settling into a contented smile at the sight of her. Caroline can only blink at him in return. She wonders if this is a taste of a normal life. Not the small-town, step-by-step picture book she previously had in mind but the life in which Klaus is present, the life in which she sets foot on his doorstep with every intention to embrace her immortality.
After almost four years, the end is here.
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seredelgi · 1 year
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Man, I missed enemies to lovers. Rooting for a psycho/evil boy to get the girl, there's just nothing like it, yk?
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mrsmalfoyqueen · 4 months
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This just came to mind...
Caroline is super angry about something (being kidnapped for the nth time as Klaus-bait) and she comes across Marcel who goes "What brings a beauty like you to my city"... Like father, like son.
Caroline finds out who he is and rants at him basically calling the father-son out for their petty fight and then gives him a message for Klaus (I'll kill you, the century has gone up to a millennium - you know, the usual).
Klaus turns up all worried and "are you alright, love? Who did this to you?" (Squeals)
Caroline turns away from him and goes, "Marcel give your father my message."
And then Marcel goes "Dad, Mom says she's angry with you and...."
Klaus gives the kingdom to Marcel right away 😜
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New Nessian Drabble
just a little brain child I couldn’t shake off. Set a few years after ACOSF.
“What the fuck was that, Nesta!” Cassian snapped at her the way he only did when pure terror was coursing through his veins. Posture tense, fists clenched at his side, chest puffed out in that undeniably general-esque way of his. A stance and expression and throaty growl that brought fully grown Illyrian warriors to their knees.
But there was only one reason Nesta went to her knees in front of Cassian, and respecting his bullshit attempt to give her the general stare down was not that reason.
“I made the right call,” she shrugged, loosening a clip to slide the dagger buckled to her bicep down. “A little help?” She motioned to the intricate series of loops and fastenings that kept Ataraxia firmly sheathed down the column of her spine.
“The right call?” Cassian wretched his own twin blades easily off his back, wings splaying out to tear the buckles open.
“Showoff,” Nesta muttered.
“This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing.” Nesta stared at him. “Im waiting for you to help me with my sword. Or do I need to find someone else?”
Cassian’s long legged stride ate up the meters of carpet between them in four strides. His hand raising to the side of her neck, head shaking in exasperation as his large thumb carefully stroked the column of her throat. “You could have died, Nes.”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “It’s a war, Cass.”
Cassian heaved a breath in, lungs filling with Nesta - crackling flames and honey toasted almonds. What would he do if he had to live the rest of eternity without that scent in his lungs?
“Hey,” Nesta said, a touch more gently. The ice-dipped flames in her eyes blinked out and were replaced with a brilliant, clear blue. She placed her hand on top of his, moving it down from her throat to the centre of her chest, just over her left breast. She took a deep breath in time with him and held his palm against her skin until the rhythm of their hearts slowed into one even beat. Not two hearts beating in sync with each other, but one single organ responsible for the lifeblood of two mates. “It’s ok. I’m safe. I’m right here.”
Cassian swallowed, nodding once before letting his forehead rest on hers. Golden-brown eyes ringed with emerald blinked slowly in time with blue-grey ones. So close their eyelashes fluttered against each other.
“You aren’t allowed to die before me,” Cassian whispered.
Nesta snorted in her attempt to cover up a laugh. “I do not remember agreeing to that.”
“It’s only fair,” he muttered. “I had to live 500 years without you.”
“That absolutely does not count,” Nesta scoffed. “I wasn’t even alive. And it’s not as if you were sitting around like a monk pining for your potential mate.”
“It counts,” Cassian nodded his head against hers. “I always knew something was missing. Someone.”
“Cute,” Nesta shrugged, “still doesn’t count.”
Cassian smirked, hands coming to wrap around Nesta’s waist. He let him thumbs wander naturally to the dimples on her lower spine, where she seemed to carry all the tension of Ataraxia’s massive weight. Slowly working relieving circles through the muscles. “Should we make a bargain?”
Nesta laughed out loud, forehead falling forward onto Cassian’s chest as she keened into her mate’s touch. “You really don’t get enough credit for how funny you are.”
“I’ve been saying that for centuries.” Still rubbing her back, Cassian rested his chin on her head and breathed her in once again. “I want the opposite of Rhys and Feyre’s bargain.” Nesta stilled. “I want you to promise me that you will keep living, even if it is without me.” Nesta’s mouth opened to argue, but Cassian continued speaking over her. “A few decades, even a few centuries … it isn’t enough time, Nesta. I love you, and I will always love you, but if something happened to me.” He swallowed, “Just promise me that you would still live. Not just survive, live.”
“I can’t promise that,” she whispered into his chest. “But I can promise that I will keep going. And that I will try.” She shrugged, the motion lifting his chin. “That’s the best I can do.” It was far more than she could have promised before the first war they saw together.
“Thank you,” Cassian whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair.
“It would be pointless to ask the same of you, wouldn’t it?”
Cassian took a deep breath in, “I’ve had my time, love.”
Nesta did not argue with him this time. She knew exactly what he meant. He had time to experience life, to learn and grow. To be young and reckless, to be wise and respected. He had time.
Nesta had survived so much, and lived so little.
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elejahforever · 2 months
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little-blurry · 2 months
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Dizem que o tempo cura todas as feridas. Mas quanto maior é a perda, mas profundo é o corte.
- Klaus Mikaelson
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exorciseurdemons · 8 months
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Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
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But you´ll always be my hero
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Even though you´ve lost your mind
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
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But that´s all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
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But that´s all right because I love the way you lie
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I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie
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elijahslittleprincess · 10 months
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that-girl013 · 1 year
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“He was your first love, I intend to be your last”
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lady-blodreina · 3 months
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Hello love
Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes
The Originals 5x01: Where You Left Your Heart
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imyourdejavuu · 10 months
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Just me pretending that we have a tv version of The Wolf series 🥺
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klarohizzie · 2 months
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MarvelousKatie really wrote the most tragic fic in history of fanfics like nothing could ever compare to a time travel story where two enemies fall in love only for the man to watch his love die by the hands of his father, going through 500 years of endless pain and misery while trying to raise her back for the dead and failing, not knowing dying actually sent her back to her original time.
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1jemmagirl22 · 4 months
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"I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?"
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Top 23 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2023, ranked:
15; Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson, The Vampire Diaries and The Originals
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