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ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

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“I resisted, Elspeth, because I was already imagining how I might press my finger against your wet lips again, like I had in my room.” He took in a breath, his mouth dropping to my ear. “And that was nothing to the wicked things I was imagining after we argued in the garden.”

— Ravyn Yew, One Dark Window by Rachel Gillig

#book quotes #one dark window #just going to drop this here

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"There once was a girl", he murmured, "clever and good, who tarried in shadow in the depths of the wood. There also was a King—a shepherd by his crook, who reigned over magic and wrote the old book. The two were together, so the two were the same: "The girl, the King… and the monster they became."

– Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

#one dark window

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I will never be same.

#one dark window

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#one dark window #elspeth spindle #ravyn yew

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The moment you finish a book series and there is ZERO fan fiction.

#how am I meant to deal with this #One Dark Window

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The danger was real. Effy and Angharad had both proven that, with their wits and their mirrors. The danger lived with her; perhaps it had been born with her, if the rest of the stories about changeling children were to be believed. The danger was as ancient as the world. But if fairies and monsters were real, so were the women who defeated them.

a study in drowning by ava reid

#a study in drowning

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#a study in drowning

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You don’t have to take up a sword. Survival is bravery too.

A Study In Drowning

(2023 favorite reads)

#a study in drowning #ava reid

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WIP Wednesday

“Congratulations Nik. I am happy for you.” Given the tone, Caroline almost believed Rebekah but Klaus said nothing. Rebekah did not wait for a reply, instead heading towards Elijah’s study. Elijah gave an exhausted sigh and reached to grip Klaus’s shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze before following Rebekah inside. 

The room grew still, the only thing to be heard were the echoes of Caroline’s own thoughts and the soft clicking of Katherine’s heels as she swiftly left them alone together. Alone. There was no need for chaperones or Katherine’s prying eyes. They were married and Caroline found herself standing in a room, alone, with her husband for the first time. They were feet apart, peering at one another and she realized just how much of a stranger her husband was. At least to her he was. 

She questioned just how much of a stranger she was to him. 

The cold glare that Klaus had worn only seconds prior faded away into that look of yearning he had resting upon his face during their wedding breakfast. The room grew hotter and Caroline felt it hard to breathe. Her heartbeat picked up, racing in her chest but she couldn’t look away from him. The silence was deafening, an omen of what their marriage could hold once they found themselves alone in a manor far away in the country. 

But then Klaus took a step forward, placing one foot in front of the other and moved towards her. He was low, cautious almost as though he was approaching a wild animal. She wondered what she must look like to him that would make him so hesitant to come to her. The rumors that flooded around him made little sense with the man who was coming closer to her now. There was a gentleness that would not be possible for a man who murdered his first wife. At least, that is what Caroline thought as he stood directly in front of her. Klaus did not look away from her as his hand reached up to cup her face, his thumb grazing across her cheek bone. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, causing Caroline’s eyes to flutter shut. 

This kiss was different from the one they had shared when they took their vows. That one was sweet, gentle and quick but this was anything but. The way Klaus’s lips molded to hers, moving with a passion that made Caroline wonder if she was being devoured. Not carnally but as her body pressed against his, with one hand resting on her hip and the other firmly pressed against her cheek, there was a feeling spreading down deep into her core that she could not name. Her lips parted and his teeth sunk down onto her lip, piercing it. 

Caroline hissed in surprise but the slight pain wasn’t unpleasant. Klaus pulled back, his eyes flickering down to her lips. His thumb ran across them, the blood spreading from the wound and she could taste it on her tongue. There was no apology waiting for her on his lips but Caroline found that she did not want one. 

“Let's take a walk through the rose garden.” Klaus whispered, almost afraid that speaking any louder would draw unwanted attention to them,

#klaroline #victorian ghost story

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Instagram credit: grevholm

#viking #that is caroline #tell me otherwise

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Wanderlust ~ a special thank you

ALL 16 CHAPTERS OF WANDERLUST FOUND HERE

Dear Readers,

I cannot begin to express how overjoyed I am at the reaction I received for this story. When I began drafting and writing this, I never imagined that I would have people become so invested in solving this little mystery I created. Wanderlust will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first long multi-chapter fic I started writing after taking a year long hiatus from writing (not counting Just Good Business because that was only 6 chapters long). 

When I started writing again, there was a fandom event that I started posting one-shots for and it got me back into the game of writing again. I was in a dark place emotionally due to a major loss in my life and writing really helped me grieve and process that loss (still raw but I’m doing better). I can never begin to express just how much the love and support I received from this story helped in that journey. Without you guys, I have no idea where I would be right now emotionally. 

Wanderlust was born of the the curiosity of what Klaus would be like as an FBI agent, my desire to see Caroline save herself and a darker take on the American dream. I wanted to write a story that made me think about why someone would turn so evil and become a monster that would do such horrible things; but I also wanted to remove the supernatural element from the equation. In doing so, I find that the killer becomes, at least to me, far more terrifying than any monster TVD/TO could produce because it could very well become reality. 

Again, I never expected the reaction I received from this story and just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who fell in love with the mystery in the same way I did when I wrote it. I want to say a special thank you to @klarolineagainnaturally​ for creating the amazing banner that I used for every update and to @klavscaroline​ for organizing the betting pool. I also want to congratulate all the winners of said betting pool and I hope the drabbels and edits that Ella and I have been posting have been enjoyable (I believe we have one more coming). 

But a very special thanks to every single person who constantly reviewed each week, you all really made this journey all the more special to me. I promise that I have more stories and ideas up my sleeve that I hope will continue to provide good reading material.

Thank you for enjoying the mystery with me,

Erica

#klaroline #wanderlust

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When the Lone Wolf Howls

An old prophecy rings in the back of Caroline's mind as she keeps the promise she made to protect Tatia, a magic she did not believe in. Yet, when she meets a Viking warrior that shakes the very foundation of what she knew to be real and imaginary, she finds herself facing a destiny she believed to be impossible.

Or

Erica rewrites how the originals become vampires and makes them Vikings.

Prologue

Written for @klarolineauseason Historical Week

#Klaroline #When the Lone Wolf Howls

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Round Robin #1

Was it meant to be warm? The thought echoed through Caroline’s head, the sun causing beads of red sweat to trickle down her face, making her wonder when the last time she had seen it. The cement on her bare feet burned, the summer heat making it feel as though she was walking against freshly lit coals. Her skin was sticky, her pigment was pale and it only magnified the blood that was crusted onto it. 

The silky black dress clung to her as she walked, and not in the way it was intended to. Blood had soaked into, damaging it beyond repair. It was short, showing how long her legs were but the looks she got from those she passed were not glances of desire, but fear. Her hair was knotted, matted and so vibrantly red that no one would have guessed that she naturally was a blonde. 

They gave her a wide berth, moving out of her way as she wandered aimlessly. She didn’t know where she was or where she had been. All she could remember was that it wasn’t meant to be so hot. Or was it? Caroline wasn’t sure. She couldn’t pinpoint where she was or why everyone was looking at her so strange. Everything was muffled. Her head was pounding and there was this loud ringing in her ear, making the pain worse. 

Why was everything so loud? She reached up, pressing her fingers to her head and gripped her hair. She paused and pulled back, peering at the blood that coated her hands. Flashes of stone, blood and agony echoed through her mind like a flash. A memory she just couldn’t nail down. There was a body. Somewhere. Caroline couldn’t exactly say where. 

“Ma’am.” A gentle voice broke through her crimson red gaze. He was handsome with blonde hair, blue eyes and a badge that was pinned to his navy built uniform. A cop. Caroline remembered what those were. Her mother had been one. She stepped back, moving away from him as quickly as she could. They couldn’t be trusted. “Are you alright?”

“Klaus?” She whispered, her throat aching and dry, realizing that the last time she had used her voice, she had been screaming. The context behind those screams were a mixture of pleasure and pain. The cop looked confused, peering at her with more questions than answers. “I need to find Klaus.” 

And then the world went black.

@averseunhinged - your turn.

#klaroline #round robin

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Tomorrow I'll be starting a round robin. The idea was born on the klaroline family discord.

I wrote about 400 words of a scene that I will post, tag someone who is interested in participating. If you're not a member of the discord but want to join in on the fun, let me know!.

#klaroline #round robin

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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.

#klaroline