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Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well. -- S04E07 Bag of Cobras 🐍

This is for Eve, Klaus tells himself as he pours cold blood from a bag into his crystal tumbler.

She is worth every sacrifice, he repeats like a mantra even as his stomach gives one slow, mournful twist.

It's all for Eve.

He's almost losing his appetite.

Feeding from a bag every now and then, in times of utmost necessity, is one thing. Making a habit of it, however, goes against every primal instinct he has.

And yet, here he is.

It was Caroline’s one condition for allowing Eve to return to New Orleans.

No feeding from the staff. No compelling mindless tourists to wander into the courtyard for a snack. No slashing wrists at the dinner table. If you want our daughter back here, we need some ground rules.

He had been adamantly against leaving Eve in the care of an elderly werewolf in the swamp, but Caroline's resolve was iron and - frankly, it was hard to argue her point. Eve has never seen a vampire feed before. She is aware of the principle, but there is a chasm between knowing your parents drink human blood and witnessing its gory reality.

She is not yet old enough to understand what they are, not in all its grisly, obscure details. And the truth is Klaus isn't sure he wants her to. It's a farce, perhaps even a cruel one, but he is not yet ready to surrender the unfiltered trust she has in him. The illusion of who he is in her eyes. She sees only a man who loves her fiercely. Not a monster.

Klaus hasn't been just a man in a very long time. He didn't think he'd ever want to be one again. But it is unexpectedly refreshing. Something he is yet to tarnish. Someone he is yet to disappoint. A relationship he is yet to destroy. Makes him want to preserve it, protect it, for as long as he can.

Someday, likely sooner rather than later, the illusion will shatter. But it doesn't have to be just yet.

Caroline has done a marvelous job of keeping the wicked truths of their existence out of Eve's sight for seven years, protecting her innocence in a world that tends to grind gentle things into dust. Klaus should be able to stomach a few rules.

Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well. -- S04E03 Where You Left Your Heart ✨ Morning comes as an oppressive affair to Klaus.

After years withering away in an underground hole, watching the sun rise again makes him ill at ease. This infinite stretch of blue over his head, so brutally bright, is an assault on his senses. Makes him feel exposed. Even his lungs protest the crisp and clear air, thick with dew and the smell of lush trees on the cusp of summer.

It’s so… pure.

For five years, Klaus' entire universe was reduced to the barren space of a meager salt circle, surrounded by nothing but darkness. There was no solace in that glorified grave, no respite. Every second he spent there was laden with a crushing sense of despair that devoured what little soul he had left.

All of this vastness, this breathtaking beauty, so rich with its light and vibrancy... It doesn't feel real anymore. The richer and livelier the world around him gets, the harder it becomes to anchor himself in the here and now.

He should be glad it's over, exultant to be out of that awful place. Instead, Klaus feels… Unmoored. Adrift.

No wonder he couldn't shut his eyes for a bloody second all through the night. He has never been much of a sleeper, but he is still weak with the traces of dark magic ravaging his system, a weariness that weighs heavily in his bones. No amount of blood bags seems capable of dispelling the fog of exhaustion strangling his mind. And still, no matter how ardently he wishes for a few hours of blissful unawareness, Klaus cannot sleep.

All of his attempts have been wretched failures. The moment he dares to shut his eyelids, his head splits in half. He gets transported back to that dungeon. Swallowed by darkness. Swamped with misery. Taken with a paralyzing fear that when he opens his eyes again, it will be to find out that this has all been just another hallucination, an elaborate trick of his fractured mind.

What should have the soft and tender contours of a sweet dream is permeated with suspicion and unease, warped into a nightmare.

He resists the mental exhaustion, grinds his teeth against the way sunlight feels like pinpricks on his skin, fights the urge to resort to old habits and withdraw into the house with a bottle of bourbon to numb himself out. It's awful, but the sheer unpleasantness of it comforts him.

Pain he knows. Pain he can endure. His oldest and most honest ally.

Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.

[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]

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"Say not in grief that she is no more, but be thankful that she ever was. And though she was taken far too soon, may her enduring light show us a way through this darkness. Let us mourn, because we cannot move on until we do. And though the pain may at times seem more than we can bear, make no mistake: we will move on."

Caroline closes her eyes, lets out a breath through the tightness in her chest. Vincent's eulogy is beautiful, but it’s razored with sadness and resentment. It stings.

It's a harsh and gray morning in New Orleans, the weather reflecting the inclement mood and at the oddly empty cemetery. There's not a living soul around, except for the four men gathered around Davina Claire's headstone.

Them, and Caroline, hiding like a coward a few rows away. Read the full chapter here

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Well, it's been a while. 🥲 Very sorry for how long it's taken me to get this one out. Life just has a way of getting in the way.

Please, read the Authors Note for warnings. As always, your reblogs/comments/kudos are very much welcome and make this fic writer's day, if you're so inclined. ❤️

Summary: This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before.

Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist] -- It's 9:47 in the morning when Caroline boards the train.

Klaus' lips curl involuntarily into a smile. It's a lot like seeing a movie he's already watched a thousand times, but not in a while, and yet somehow can still recall every scene, every line of dialogue, every little twist.

He knows the reason behind Caroline's panting and slightly disheveled appearance - flushed cheeks, damp clothes, wind-tousled hair. There are exactly two minutes and 26 seconds before the train is scheduled to depart. She was running late. She is always running late. 

He can't tell how long it has been since the last time he witnessed this moment, not in a way that an ordinary mind might be able to grasp. Days and months and years are too small a scale for Klaus. Months and years tend to run together so easily; it's impossible to keep track.

He prefers to count in lifetimes.

Read the full story here

-- Please, mind the tags and A/N for possible triggering subjects.

This fic is my baby. 🥲 I can't believe I'm actually reposting it. It's been years in the making (and remaking, and re-remaking), so I really hope you guys enjoy it. ❤️ More than ever, your kudos, comments and reblogs will really mean the world to me. I wish I had the talent for a new cover art, but sadly my mind is empty, no thoughts or ideas, just vibes. The beautiful one being used here was made way back when by the uber talented @deadalien.

Roomates!AU. Friends to lovers. Rom-Com Vibes. AH/AU

I don't know if anybody still remembers this one. A billion years later, and habemus update! I had to split the chapter in two because it was too long, so here's part 3/4.

Summary: Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

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When Caroline goes to sleep that night, she dreams like she hasn't in a very long time. In her dream, she's at school, and so is everyone she knows - her mom, Elena, Stefan, Damon, Tyler, Bonnie, Matt. Even Klaus. They're all staring at her as though they're being held in suspense, expressions wrought with anticipation as they wait for her to do something, say something. It's huge and meaningful, possibly life-changing, and it depends entirely on what she will do next, but Caroline has no idea what they expect from her. She feels suffocated under the weight of their stares. She doesn't want to let them down, but she already gives them everything she's got, her absolute best, all the time. Isn't it enough? Something breaks. It all becomes too much. If she stands there for one more second, she will burst into flames, and so she starts running as fast as she can. She doesn't know where she's going, but that hardly matters. She just has to get away. Far from the people, the stares, the expectations she can never meet. She runs until her lungs are screaming for air, until her muscles cramp up, until her heart feels as though it's about to beat itself out of her chest. Still, she doesn't stop. Caroline keeps going, pushing past all of her limits, until she hits water. A lake, to be more precise. Its surface is dark and absolutely still, so big she can't see the other side. Caroline doesn't think, she just walks in, cold water swallowing her like a thousand needles piercing her skin. Still it doesn't deter her; she just starts swimming, legs prompting her forward while her arms break through the ice cold ahead of her with as much determination as she can muster. She doesn't know why, but she knows in her guts that her life depends on this, hinges precariously on the perfect coordination of her movements and the sheer strength of her will. She has to keep going. She swims for a long time, what feels like hours, barely breaking the surface to breathe. When she can no longer remember why she started running in the first place, what she was running from, her mind a perfect blank space, Caroline stops. There's no sign of land ahead of her, and when she looks back, she sees nothing. Mystic Falls is gone. She's all alone in the middle of an infinite lake, a harsh grey sky above her. No sound, no movement. Time itself seems extinguished. That's when exhaustion finally creeps in, all at once. Caroline doesn't resist. She closes her eyes, a shuddering breath escaping her lips, and lets go. Her body begins to sink, heavy, heavy, heavy, down into the endless depths of the lake, but she's not scared. For once, she's completely at peace. Her chest is light as a plume. It's over, she thinks. Finally. And then she wakes up.

[Read the full chapter here]

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Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.

[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]

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Read S03E18 No More Heartbreaks ✨ here

Sorry for the delayed update, sometimes RL gets in the way. I honestly don't know what to do with these update posts anymore, so here. 🥲 Please, mind the authors note.

I wanted to update TW3 this weekend, but next chapter has turned into a monster, so it'll take me a bit more to finish editing. Meanwhile, can I offer you guys a little outtake from TWS03E04?

This goes right at the end of the chapter 4. Some hurt/comfort situation, fluffy moment and all.

Summary: Klaus has a very lonely and grumpy night after Caroline relegates him to the proverbial dog house for his indiscretions at the Strix's masquerade ball, but her concerns for his well-being end up being stronger than her resentment, and the two of them find comfort in each other.

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No wonder I keep you close ✨

It's astounding how someone physically incapable of feeling fatigue can still get so bloody spent.

Klaus has long abandoned any regular sleeping patterns. He's too restless, too impatient, too paranoid, to actually shut his eyes and disconnect completely for long periods of time. There's always too much to be done, plans to be honed, treasures to be taken, and not enough hours in a day. A few hours here, a couple more there, every other day or so, and he'd be fine.

He blames Caroline for yet another change in paradigm in his life.

Read the full outtake here

If you guys are into these little snippets and outtakes, pls let me know so I can keep working on them and posting some of the ones I already have in the future.