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pentopaper23 · 7 months

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Mating Call

“I don’t know what you mean!” Caroline screams, the vervain ropes cutting into her wrists, “It’s Stefan! I loved Stefan!”

“Lies!” The witch yells flicking her hands so the ropes around Caroline’s wrist tighten, “Lies! You love someone else!” Caroline sobs her head falling forward so her chin rests on her chest.

“Why does that matter!? His dead!” She yells avoiding her daughter’s and Hopes eye line. The three girls were huddled in the corning of the room, Hope having thrown a protective shield around them, the blue glow shimmering in the dark dankness of the basement.

“But it does matter….say it” the witch said again flicking her hand tightening the ropes, “You stop lying or I’ll bring your daughters in to this!” The witch yelled, the walls of the house shook and the glass in the windows shattered. Caroline felt her eyes roll into her heads as a stabbing pain engulfed her.

“KLAUS!” Caroline screamed as she felt blood start pouring out of her nose. She noticed that Hope’s shield flickered at the mention of her father’s name.

“Its Klaus! I love Klaus” Caroline sobbed her head falling so her chin rested on her chest. The witch lowered her hand and smirked.

“No why was that so hard?” she spat as sparks flickered from her fingertips and Caroline felt the ropes tighten again.

“Why are you doing this?” Caroline sobbed. The witch just laughed.

“Because I want him to suffer”, the witch said stepping forward to wipe Caroline’s tears from her face with a tissue.

“A love confession merely started the spell. The tears of a loved one will balance it and the blood of a mate will complete it” the witch said had she stabbed a knife into Caroline’s forearm ripping the skin apart. Caroline let out a high-pitched scream and her vision started to blur.

“What are you doing!” she heard Hope yell as the witch threw the tissue into a bowl and tapped the knife on it to flick Caroline’s blood into it. The bowl started to smoke and the meagre lights in the basement dulled and then stuttered back to life.

“Come now Hope, a witch like you should know this spell. Time travel can’t be that far out of your wheelhouse.”

“You can’t” Caroline begged, and the witch slowly turned her head towards her. Picking up the knife again she walked back over to Caroline and place the knife at her neck, the blade nicking the skin.

“Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“He will kill you.” Caroline said looking the witch dead in the eyes, “If not for harming me, but for harming his daughter. There is nowhere on this earth you will be able to hide.”

The witch smiled and then then laughed.

“Oh Caroline…you have no idea. I’m not bring his here. No, no, no. You’re going to take a little trip.” She said flicking the knife, so it sliced into Caroline’s neck. Caroline felt blood start to pour down her shirt and she tasted it bubbling out of her mouth.

Caroline panicked her eyes flicking towards the girls shielded in the corner. She could see that Hope was struggling to keep up the shield against her daughters trying to break through it.

“Mum!” they screamed, beating their hands against the flicking blue shield.

The witch started to move her hands over the now smoking bowl, chanting low under her breath and Caroline started to feel her hands tingling and her heart started to beat rapidly. She screamed when a bolt of pain ran through her body and the last thing, she saw was Hope’s shield fail and the witch fell to the ground.

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ella10pythonissam · 2 years

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Some of my favourite klaroline fanfics:

On fanfiction.net:

Talking with the eyes, by Alexis.CursedMoon

Pieces, by Alexis.CursedMoon

Baby Wolf, by Alexis.CursedMoon

Christmas Miracle, by Sci-Fi Christian

The Photographer and the Lonely Artist, by ALost Heart

Lost in the sea, by Marianita195

The Only Hope For Me Is You, by livingdeadblondequeen

Oh My Love, by ZebraBow

Therapy, by The-Passionate-Sun

Stone Cold Silence, by parummortem

Monsters Under the Bed, by wanderlustfaery

Halloween, by wanderlustfaery

Klaus, Caroline, and an Egg, by Tonight.At.Noon

Of Muffins and Men, by prettypinklips

The Lady And The King, by LoveOblivious

I'll be there for you, by All about Klaroline

By my side, by NJBC Gal

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, by clangwee

Klaroline family drabbles, by xKlaroStylesx

Home, by Angelikah

You are my light în the dark, by SelenaKat

My Littlest Wolf, by Paroma

Can't Go Back, by RosalynGlass

What Could Have Been, by TNaPKI

1491, by Klaristar

Always and Forever, by Winged Lady Colette

On Ao3:

Free Cookies, by honestgrins

Flower in the Wasteland, by honestgrins

Choosing You Was Everything, by Beautifulsoulheart

The World Is Still Turning, by mikaelzman (it's not about them in this one, but they were married and raised Hope, Lizzie and Josie kind of together)

Talking with the eyes, by Alexis_lupus567

Pieces, by Alexis_lupus567

Baby Wolf, by Alexis_lupus567

Lord Niklaus, by captaintranduiloki

"I'm glad you came.", by GNM_dreaming_girl

Which Road, by LaLainaJ

#klaroline fanfiction #caroline and klaus #klaus and caroline #klaus mikaelson #klaroline #tvd klaus #caroline forbes #fan fic writing #fanfiction #fan fic requests #fanfic #fic rec #fan fic blog #fiction #the mikaelsons #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd universe #klaroline fic

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serethereal · 1 year

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did you guys know laura didn’t know klaroline fan fiction existed

#first of all. klaroline writers invented fanfiction DO NOT MENTION THOSE SHERLAGGOTS IDGAF AB THEM.#like wow i watched that founders ball episode and hopped on the internet so quick like it was smthn serious !#laura tag

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hellsbellschime · 1 year

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Hello, here to give you some context about the people attacking you: Lina is a person who is obsessed with Rhaegar x Lyanna, has been around the fandom for many years and is known to always start fights with every corner of the fandom, especially with people who don't think Rhaegar is a saint who did nothing wrong ever. Went as far to call Rhaegar a ephebophile instead of a p*dophile, as if that somehow makes it okay. Regarding her IRL opinions, she's very weird about Putin and issues regarding POC, which is often expressed through her opinions about fictional characters/races/families and has even expressed transphobic opinions. I've encountered her on twitter countless times; I'm neither pro-team Green or pro-team Black, yet she has been so awful and hateful that she's been called out numerous of times and most people know they should avoid her, both on twitter and tumblr. Brideoffires previously known as yendany has also been cancelled on tumblr before, I remember them from my old political tumblr days, they were called out as being anti black, racist, fetishiser of gay men and a weirdo overall. These people, along with the rest of "targnation" have been around the fandom for a long time, they will attack anyone they disagree with, including fellow Dany and Targaryen fans who don't "stan" Daenerys hard enough to their liking. If they don't like you, it means you're doing something right. I've always liked Daenerys, as a POC myself I've had issues with how racist her storyline is written, which has nothing to do with Daenerys, but the writer himself - and I got attacked for it and accused of being a "white bitch" which just puts me off the character and fandom and is extremely toxic and deranged. "Targnation" is known for being awful, attacking actors, being extremely racist and sexist and borderline transphobic, considering their treatment of Emma D'arcy when the HOTD casting was announced. This attack on you isn't because those people care about social justice, they've just branded you as a "Dany anti" and because they can't give a proper response to your metas and videos, they'd rather attack your personality and accuse of you things that aren't true, as they often do. All of this goes beyond fiction; war, racism, xenophobia, antisemitism is so much more important than "stan wars". It's not something you get to use as a "gotcha moment" because you disagree over fiction. It's absolutely disgusting. This fandom disappoints me every day. Anyway, keep being you, keep sharing your opinions, keep learning and growing. You're a gem in this fandom of awfulness, you're so well-spoken and smart and I hope you don't let these people get to you with their harassment and bullying because they've chased away a huge part of the fandom already. Sending love <3

Oh boy, well hello my fellow white bitch! And yeah, I don't know who this is nor do I really want to find out given what's been going on, but none of this is particularly shocking to hear. Obviously there are unhinged stans in every fandom, but it sucks when they make everything suck for everyone else. And thanks for the support but no one needs to worry about me, I survived the fucking Klaroline fandom so some kooks I've never heard of going nuclear on me is fairly old hat. It generally takes a lot for me to internalize this kind of fuckery and the only thing that actually bothers me is being misrepresented, and I feel like I made myself clear so at least people can form their opinions of me based on reality rather than the unhinged rantings of people who don't know me and who I don't know. Ultimately however people act is on me and not them, and stuff like this really is analogous to someone screaming "bitch" out of their car window as they drive by so it is not something I take personally, it is just weird because, due to the nature of social media, doing that can actually lead to some other people being like "wait what maybe they're right?"

#anti stan fuckery

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finitefall · 1 year

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Hill's Alive is hellsbellschime on tumblr. I hate her channel so much. The only reason her channel is popular is because most of her videos are about how evil Daenerys and the Targaryens are. Not only her takes are awful and wildly incorrect, her previous video on Rhaenyra had so many repugnant comments calling Rhaenyra bed hopper and disgusting for having bastards. She loves using misogynistic talking points against her hated female characters while prioritizing a specific type of female character (Sansa and Alicent).

She’s also a Klaroline stan actually and harassed Phoebe Tonkin so much that Phoebe herself got wind of it and specifically called her out by username and asked her to stop the harassment.

She knows her audience is mostly raging incels, dudebros and Targ haters who never read the books but do read the Reddit threads and watch YouTube essays. She knows she can leave out HUGE chunks of the text and key passages to lie about Daenerys because her audience won’t call her out. She also started making shit up about the Hightowers to please her anti Targ incel audience. The Hightowers are Valyrians (or better yet Velaryons) now but also they are from the Great Empire of the Dawn but also they are Daynes but also they are First Men but also they have magic but also. The gymnastics she does for making them relevant to the main story is INSANE.

Hi! Just a little disclaimer: I strongly advise my followers to not go on their tumblr to send hate, anon or not. I never do this, I answer, but I don't send hate or bully anyone, even if their behavior is awful. I like to believe my followers are smarter than this, so I hope none of you is feeling insulted, but since her username is being revealed to me and everyone else on this post, I don't want anyone to accuse me of sending people after her.

Of course she's a Sansa and Alicent stan, who's surprised?

I was in the TVD fandom so I heard about Phoebe Tonkin being bullied by Klaroline shippers. I'm a Klaroline shipper myself, but it's crazy how people don't make the difference between fictional characters and actors. Phoebe isn't Haley, Joseph isn't Klaus, and Candice isn't Caroline. TVD shippers were wild, it happened with Delena stans too. Again, I've always been a Delena shipper but it was crazy how fans reacted to Nina and Ian breaking up and him marrying Nikki Reed. Nina isn't Elena and Ian isn't Damon: they're real people, not their fictional characters, leave them alone ffs.

Phoebe was absolutely right to call her out, stop harrassing this woman who's never done anything to you...

Thank you for telling me about her, now I understand better why so many were talking about her and asking my opinion. Well, it's simple: what @queenrhaenyrah said here.

#fandom drama #hillsalive criticism #answered

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zalrb · 1 year

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Do you have a personal favorite “toxic” couple or pairing? I hate using that word because it’s so over used lol but I don’t know how else to phrase it. Just like two people who obviously aren’t the healthiest together but they can’t stop themselves and you can’t stop yourself from enjoying their dynamic/scenes together ?

It's only overused because people refer to relationships they don't like as toxic and then try to defend themselves by being like, they had a fight one time so they're obviously toxic and it does my head in to the point that my header on tumblr before this one was this

because i was fucking SICK of anons telling me ships were toxic because there were low points in the relationship.

Toxic relationships when done correctly can be extremely entertaining and fun and compelling, I love watching fictional toxic relationships when the writing is honest, which is why I've always maintained that if Delena was crafted properly I would've at least been entertained by them but they weren't. So, for me, it could go from:

Kelly and Ryan from The Office, which is a thoroughly dysfunctional relationship where they're both terrible people together but also portrayed in a very comedic and lighthearted way

or it can be Cesare and Lucrezia where the very fact that romantic feelings exist at all is in it of itself toxic and it's tearing them both apart but it only gets worse and better at the same time and it's just a constant struggle for them

I end up arguing against Spuffy a lot because Spuffy shippers come into my inbox and start shitting on Bangel and Angel and calling that relationship toxic and I don't ship them as a lasting couple but particularly season 6, as a sort of symptom and embodiment of Buffy's dark psychology at the time, it's a good example of a compelling toxic relationship

I was asked a few years ago about relationships that transition from toxic to healthy and I always went to Gallavich so Gallavich doesn't end up being a toxic relationship but they were when they first started and it's complicated because the toxicity is wrapped up in so many different things

but there was a certain angst that came with it that, like, ruined my life and I was absolutely here for it

Cookie and Lucious was another ship and I remember having to breakdown to an anon why Damon and Elena weren't in the same league as Cookie and Lucious and if any canon ship on the show would be remotely close, it would be Klaroline

From other posts of mine:

The World of the Married is some toxic, awful, terrible, entertaining shit where it’s a husband and wife, the husband carries on an affair while all of their mutual friends know and like have dinners and vacation with him and his mistress she finds out,

they get a divorce and he marries his mistress except that he’s obsessed with his ex wife

and even dresses his new wife just like his ex wife and his ex has sex with his best friend to get back at him

and then they have hate sex,

it’s this whole thing and it’s based I think pretty much shot for shot on a British show and it was just so fun to watch.

Tony and Carmela are not an OTP of mine but I’m a big fan of the writing for that marriage and of how Edie and James portrayed that marriage and it is a possessive relationship but an entirely hypocritical one, Tony cheats on Carmela frequently and Carmela is expected to deal with it because that’s the deal she made, she gets to live a luxurious lifestyle and Tony gets to fuck around but that’s not working out

but when Carmela just flirts with the idea of another man, Tony loses his shit.

First, it was this eroticism with her priest and he slept over one night and Tony was bothered by it

then it was Furio and Furio flees to Italy because he’s in love with Carmela and thought about killing Tony even though the two of them didn’t really do much or spend much time together

and I remember when David Chase said he would’ve changed this line

to infuriate Tony even more to this:

“I remember being on the stage at, like, 2:30 in the morning when [Gandolfini and Falco] did that,” he said. “It was just unbelievable.” But that got him thinking about a way he could have done it differently.

“What she should have said — instead of ‘I have been dreaming and wishing and … about Furio’ — she should have said, to get [Tony], ‘I have been dreaming and masturbating and blah blah blah,” Chase said. “But it’s too late.”

There are some ships that are portrayed as cute and romantic but are actually really toxic that I do enjoy like Joe and Kathleen from You've Got Mail because the concept of that entire movie is psychotic. Joe is a sociopath.

Like, ma'am, he ran you out of business, continued your online relationship while he knew you were the one he was talking to while you didn't know he was who you were talking to, and then he befriended you irl and tried to get you to hate his online persona so you could like him for him, like WHAT?

I want to like Loustat more than I actually do because, like, there are some great things that happen? Like Lestat sending Louis a record with his lover singing on it as an apology that then riles Louis up so much that he swims across the river, kicks down Antoinette's door, demands she get out of her own apartment so he can have hate sex with Lestat while she listens on the balcony crying? I was like THIS is the type of shit I want from IWTV but it still all somehow very perfunctory like a lot of the show because the emphasis is on the voiceover and dialogue so there are aspects of Loustat where I'm like I want to live in this moment, I don't want to hear about it, I want to see it, which is also why I make vids of them because it's basically taking those moments out and emphasizing them more.

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galvanizedfriend · 2 years

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I ABSOLUTELY loved, loved, loved the coffee shop aU you wrote for klarolineauseason “Sound of Settling”,, the fluff, the slowburn ughhh <3 I LOVED it allllll!!! I wish you’d written it as a multi chapter; but I just wanted to say that, this is my favourite Klaroline fan fiction (after “keeping up appearances”) sorry:)

I loved your fanfiction tho and I just thought I should let you know<3

Omg, no need to say sorry at all! Not only I'm very flattered one of my fics is your second favorite, which is awesome in itself, but it's also after such a fandom classic by one my favorite writers, @misssophiachase!!! Please, let me link Keeping Up Appearances here for anyone who might not know it!

And thank you so much. 🥺 I was a little confused at first cause that fic is really old, I don't think it was written for any events, but it's entirely possible I'm forgetting something. 😅 Either way, just thanks so much for your lovely message! Very happy you liked my coffee shop AU ☺️ It was my foray into the land of rom-com fluff, it opened the gateway and now I can't seem to close it again. 😂 That's all I write. 🥲

#yokan answers #anon #nice people being nice #AND complimenting keeping up appearances!#amazing taste nonnie!

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upat4amwiththemoon · 7 months

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I was such a big fan too like madly in love with Elijah and Rebekah I even had an editing account😭 but it’s died down now

Klaroline or klamille

I lovelove Rebekah!! Literally one of the biggest crushes I’ve ever had on a fictional character <333 pls I had a instagram fan account for tvd and to hahahhaha

Listen… I’m gonna say something controversial here, I didn’t really care for klaroline.. so I’m gonna have to choose klamille

#anon #the vampire diaries #the originals

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elena-stole-my-prom-dress · 9 months

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Hi! I'm Kate (she/they)

The point of this blog is to be a general Vampire Diaries fan blog, but I also post long film analysis focused posts!

I like all characters (except for true villains, like Mikael, and even then I think he's a great character) and all canon (and most fanon) ships. Personal faves include Caroline, Hayley, Elena, Damon, Enzo, Alaric, Rebekah, and klaroline, klayley, haylijah, and delena

If you reblog or comment on a post of mine and say anything negative ("all of this except I hate [this ship]" or "[this character] sucks", etc), I will block you. If you say something negative to a person ("you need therapy for liking [this ship] or [this character] did x, you're literally saying you like [insert bad thing here]"), I will block and report you. I'm here to have fun and share my love of fictional characters, so keep it fun and respectful!

Also if I say something wrong (mislabel an episode, forget a scene, etc) feel free to drop an ask or comment and (respectfully) correct me! I'm a fairly new fan and even though I've seen all of TVD, TO, and Legacies, I'm sure I'm gonna miss things!

And if you want my breakdown of a character, scene, plotline, relationship, etc, please ask me to! Like I said, I like pretty much all the characters and every ship, so I'll be down for anything.

Please note that I do consume media in a primarily character-focused way, and therefore it is not just possible but very likely that I will forget/misremember a plotline. Characters and relationships are my speciality.

I'll link all the super long analysis posts I make below and update it regularly!

#i am in the acotar fandom i am *not* playing around with negative fandom spaces lol #kate's thoughts #< that's what all my writing will be tagged

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misssophiachase · 5 years

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I'm so excited about the Jodice cons coming up this year, I felt the need to write a little FF based on them (kill me if it's more than 10 parts) leading up to June.

Synopsis: Actors Candice Accola and Joseph Morgan don't like each other at first but being forced to act together means they can't avoid the simmering attraction developing behind the scenes. Fast forward 8 years and they're due to appear in two fan conventions but given all the baggage and unresolved issues things aren't going to run as smoothly as organisers would hope.

Give Me Love

Part 1: Hello

“They say that time's supposed to heal you...But I ain't done much healing.”

June - 2019 - Los Angeles CA

What exactly do you say to the person who can see straight through you?

That was Candice's biggest challenge ahead of Bloody Night Con in seven days, not that she was counting. She hadn't seen Joseph in eighteen months and although he continued to plague her thoughts, at least she didn't have to actually converse with him. Talk about awkward if she did.

Hello and how are you didn't seem to cut it after all they'd been through together and apart the past eight years.

It was a cool, grey afternoon in Los Angeles, Candice was stretched out in the love seat by her window nursing a cup of herbal tea. In fact, it was French Earl Grey, something Joseph had introduced into her diet all those years ago. Something she couldn't quite let go of yet. If any ex-boyfriend had given or introduced her to anything it would find itself in the closest garbage bin straight after the break-up.

With him it was different.

The Chelsea FC jersey he gifted her still hung in the wardrobe (even though she supported Arsenal just to annoy him), his first edition copy of Great Expectations and the sketches he did while they holidayed in Saint Barts were housed in the den and the remnants of Acqua Di Gio hidden away in the bathroom cabinet.

Most people would put that down to forgetfulness. After all, you can't be expected to remember everything left over during a break-up. But Candice knew every single item and where they were, she just didn't want to part with them. Hence why Joseph Morgan was scattered all throughout her apartment to this day, not that she advertised the fact for obvious reasons.

She fingered the silver, antique locket around her neck. It was the last remaining piece of him and she liked to wear it close to her heart when she was alone. Not all the time but in moments of reflection. They were picnicking in Tuscany, their May birthdays only a few weeks apart, soaking up the wine, pasta and sunshine during a break in filming. He'd plucked the gift from what seemed like thin air, housed in a white box with a royal, blue ribbon. Her favourite colour.

The locket's exterior was flawless but the best was yet to come. She could still remember how he laid her against his chest as the sun set over the hills and told her the story of his grandparents who were split apart during the war and how they came back to each other again stronger and even more in love. The fact he'd placed their faded, black and white picture next to theirs in the locket was enough to cause a few tears and a thank you that lasted quite a few subsequent days in their hotel room.

He never asked for it back and Candice was glad he didn't. Maybe it was selfish but it just meant too much to return.

She picked up her phone, scrolling through her social media feed as she did so often. Candice knew that looking at her twitter feed was never a good idea. If she wanted a reminder of her relationship with Joseph it was plastered across her timeline on a daily basis. Granted the photos were either scenes they shared from the shows or creative fan edits but they all stirred the same feelings inside.

Candice didn't want to but she missed him. Still. She was happy his latest directorial foray into film had been such a success. If there was something Candice knew it was how good he was at directing people, she'd been one of his star performers in the bedroom after all.

Looking back, Candice would never forget the first time they met at the Craft Services table on set. It was season two of The Vampire Diaries and his character was cast as the big bad and from what Candice knew they wouldn't really have any scenes together but it didn't stop her from thinking he was all sorts of cute with that accent and those dimples.

February - 2011 - Atlanta, GA

"Did the new guy smirk at you?" Candice asked Kat earnestly.

They were in wardrobe after lunch break and she couldn't stop thinking about the way Joseph had been looking at her while they spoke. They'd just met so she thought it was strange, not to mention a little rude. Just because he had a gorgeous accent and lips the colour of deep crimson didn't give him the right to think he was God's greatest gift. Although Ian was an exact and nauseating replica of that, so why should she be surprised?

"I think he has a name, Candice." Kat mumbled from the corner where she was changing her top behind the makeshift screen.

"That's not the point."

"What do you mean smirk? He's always been perfectly polite and professional with me. What did he say anyway?"

"Wished me good afternoon and then I asked him how he's finding everything on set given he's just come onboard." They'd been shooting for the better part of the morning and the hungry hordes had made their way to the craft services table absolutely famished. Her eyes were firmly focused on the sushi, Candice was pretty certain she could have finished the entire plate on her own.

"Sounds pretty inoffensive, maybe that's just the way he smiles at people, did you ever think that?" Kat asked, finally emerging from changing her clothes for the next scene and looking at her curiously.

"You didn't see it, Kat," she sighed. "It was almost like..."

"He was trying not to laugh?"

"Excuse me?" Kat let out a giggle, moving closer and wiping her face with a tissue she'd swiped from the nearby table. "What are you doing?"

"You, uh, have some rice on your cheek," she smiled, knowingly.

"What?" She asked rubbing her face, slightly mortified.

"Seems like someone was trying to hide that fact and obviously it took the form of a smirk." Candice went from completely embarrassed to annoyed in seconds. How dare he do that?

"The least he could have done was say something rather than embarrass me like that in front of the cast and crew," she muttered.

"You just met the guy, he probably thought it wasn't polite to call you out about food on your face. It doesn't make for the easiest first conversation."

"Yet instead he was secretly laughing at me," she growled. "You know, I'm just happy that we don't have any scenes together because I'm not sure I could stand that smirk and those dimples from such a close proximity."

"Sounds like someone was paying an awful lot of attention to someone's dimples," she grinned. Candice didn't respond just busied herself for the next scene.

From then Candice made it her mission to steer clear of the new guy, until it became almost impossible to avoid him. That's what you got for being on a hit TV show and having to do publicity together. And there was no bigger publicity opportunity than the annual Comic Con in San Diego.

July - 2011 - San Diego, CA

This wasn't her first Comic Con, so it was going to be easy right? But apparently the powers above in the network decided to invite him along for the first time. Candice was generally very welcoming but she still wasn't quite sure what to think of their newest cast member.

Given he was pretty much the most evil character to hit the Vampire Diaries in its entire run so far, no one was expecting such a frenzied reception. Turns out a lot of the girls there seemed to have a thing for the bad guy. Candice really should have known.

She found herself looking across at Joseph at the signing table, his dark, blonde hair curled over his ears and that grey, fitted t-shirt highlighting his toned chest. He didn't scrub up too badly and it seemed like the screaming legions of female fans wholeheartedly agreed. Ever since their first meeting all those months ago they'd barely had any interaction, mainly because they didn't share any scenes.

After the craziness of 5000 screaming fans at the panel earlier in the day and a never ending number of interviews it was time for the after party, an opportunity to let loose and really enjoy themselves. Given they were all staying in the same hotel it seemed normal that they made their way together however for some reason it was just him and her crossing the street while surrounded by screaming photographers.

Candice was trying not to stare at just how adorable he looked in that suit while making sure her strapless, aqua dress was still in place as they walked brusquely to avoid the cameras. If there was one thing she knew about Joseph from their day at Comic Con it was just how overwhelmed he seemed to be around the press. For Candice it was actually refreshing given how arrogant some actors could be. Maybe she'd misjudged him?

One of the photographers got too close, knocking her slightly and Joseph reached forward without thinking. His hand grazed her lower back and Candice felt herself shiver slightly. "Are you okay, love?"

"Um, yeah, thanks," she mumbled, her gaze cast downwards. "It's uh just a little cold." She cursed inwardly thinking what a lame excuse it was. The one thing Candice knew without a doubt was that 90 degrees on a Summer night in San Diego wasn't in the least bit cold and she was sure he was aware of that fact.

"If I had a jacket I'd give it to you," he promised choosing to ignore her lie, steering her towards their destination. Maybe it wasn't the best look given the press would misconstrue anything but right now she didn't give a damn, it felt far too good having his hand on her back.

"Nice to see chivalry isn't completely dead," she smirked, and by his expression he couldn't miss the sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Is there something I'm missing?" Joseph murmured, trying to avoid the inquisitive stares of the reporters loitering close by. "You realise I'm a gentleman, right?"

"A gentleman who doesn't tell a girl she has rice stuck to her cheek?"

"I didn't want to be rude," he insisted, his cheeks colouring slightly with embarrassment. She'd never admit it aloud but it was pretty cute.

"Trust me, Morgan, a girl needs to know these things even if she barely knows you."

"Noted, Accola," he grinned.

"Um, we're here," she said, gesturing towards the hotel where the party was being held. "You can let go of me now." As soon as Candice said it she regretted it as he lifted his hand from her lower back. She gave him a thankful smile and breezed into the party like the professional actress she was. But she'd be lying if she couldn't still feel the residual heat on her back.

October - 2011 - Atlanta, GA

"Social media is going to go nuts," Candice murmured, laying herself out on the bed. "You know if it's anything like the response from you putting your hand on my back at Comic Con in July."

"I was only trying to protect you," he replied, flashing her one of his winning smiles.

They were currently at the Forbes house ready to film their second ever scene together. Candice would be lying if it wasn't a big moment for her. She'd always been able to hide her attraction for him because they didn't share any scenes, well until now that was. Now she had to be in close proximity and in a bed of all things. She wasn't quite sure what the writers were getting at given she'd been so hot and heavy with Michael's character Tyler lately.

"Funnily enough I didn't need protection and we both know that," she smirked. "I really should have known Klaus would order Tyler to bite me only to ride in on his horse and save the day."

"I think you've misjudged Klaus, he really can be a nice guy," he offered, winking in her direction. "Speaking of which, I better go wrangle my horse in anticipation."

Candice would be lying if she didn't think he was cute. She'd been so quick to write him off as one of your typical, egotistical actors she came across daily (not naming any names of course) but he had this adorable wit that she couldn't quite resist. Ever since he'd placed his hand on her back in July she'd been a little distracted by those lips and those damn dimples too.

Candice was an actor first and foremost and the scene played out exactly as planned but she couldn't deny just how good it felt to have his body pressed up against hers in bed as she pretended to drink from his wrist. His chest seemed so much more toned than she'd imagined and the smell of his spicy aftershave was definitely causing a few foreign feelings to take over. It was all done in one take, unheard of but Candice knew their underlying chemistry had definitely played its part in creating such a perfect scene.

"Don't worry I'm not counting," he smiled rising from the bed, as the crew moved away in preparedness for the next scene.

"I'm sorry?"

"You know the number of times I've saved you."

"Oh p-uh-lease," she groaned, rolling her eyes as she did. Candice was finding it more and more difficult not to act on her burgeoning feelings for him and she secretly hoped they got more time to spend with each other on set as an excuse.

TBC...On FF HERE

Fun Real Life Fact: Joseph first saw Candice at the craft services table with rice on her face

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pentopaper23 · 4 months

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“Now that’s no way to speak to a lady”

Caroline was chewing on her thumb nail as she nervously paced in from of the ornate wooden door. After the funeral she didn’t know where to go. She couldn’t go home, where she would drown under her grief while being surrounded by her mother’s things and she couldn’t burn her house down like Elena. She did the only thing that she could do and ran, she hastily packed a bag and hit the road with no destination in mind or she thought no destination in mind. She was passing the Welcome to New Orleans sign before she knew it and unbuckling her belt out the front of his house. It had been days, and she could feel herself starting to crave blood. Her mouth was throbbing, and she could feel herself starting to get lightheaded and she was sure that she would have a grey tint to her skin.

She reached up to knock with the heavy bronze knocker. The sound of it echoed around the empty courtyard. She waited, her vampire hearing caught no movement behind the door, maybe he wasn’t home she thought to herself and for a moment she thought that she should leave and just return to mystic falls and college. But just as she was about to walk away the door was ripped open.

"Who are you?" a young vampire asked, Caroline didn’t recognise him as any of Klaus’s hybrids that she knew.

"Are you deaf little vamp? Who are you?" He asked taking a step out of the doorway towards her.

Caroline took a step backwards almost stumbling down the brick steps as her vision spun and black dots started to cloud her vision.

"Is Klaus here?" She asked, trying to look around the vampire and into the house.

"Who. Are. You?" He asked again, this time grabbing her arm, but before he could ask her again his grip loosened, and he fell to the ground his heart resting beside him.

“Now that’s no way to speak to a lady” Klaus said licking the dead vampire’s blood off his hand. Caroline let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she staggered back her foot slipping on the stairs. She felt Klaus’s hand wrap around her upper arm and darkness swallowed her vision.

Klaus had been upstairs in his art room when he heard one of his minions yelling at the front door. With an annoyed sigh he slammed down his brush and flashed downstairs just in time to see said minion grab Caroline’s arm. He saw red and thrusted his hand into the back of the vampire, his arm coming away with a sickening sucking sound. He just had time to lick most of the blood off his hand before he saw her sway and shot his arm out to steady her, then her eyes flickered, and she fainted. He caught her just as she was about to the hit the ground, his knuckles grazed against the brick work of the courtyard as they slide under her back. Picking her up in his arms he walked into the house kicking the front door shut as he went. He walked up the staircase and took a left towards his room, he nudged the door open with his shoulder being careful to not move her too much.

Gently he laid her down on his bed, brushing the hair from her face with his non bloody hand. Her head moved toward his brushing fingers, but she did not wake. He gently bit into his wrist and dripped few drops of blood onto her lips hoping to get rid of the grey tint and smell of decay that she had. Her tongue slipped out to wipe the blood off her lips, but she didn’t wake and Klaus slipped silently from the door the door softly clicking shut.

Caroline awoke with a start and for a few second, she stared at the canopy of the bed trying to work out where she was.

Vampire. Blood. Heart. KLAUS.

“Klaus,” she said jumping out of the bed and looking around the room. There was paper littering the floor, each sheet had a half finished drawing on it, or a completed drawing that someone has crossed out with thick black lines of charcoal. Pencils, pens, and paintbrushes were mixed into the mess of paper, and she could see small specks of paint colouring the stained floorboards.

She could smell him in the room, his smell clinging to the sheets, pillows, and the fabric of the thick block out curtains that hung in the window. She could see little items around the room too, a collection of rocks was lined up along the windowsill; seven of them, all in different sizes, shapes, and colours. A stack of books was piled on the bedside table, a mass of different genes, crime, horror, classics and some nonfictions. Little piles of rings and necklaces were organized on a long low chest of draws, also upon the chest of draws was a batter old journal its pages dog eared and torn. She flipped it open and was met by a drawing of Rebekah, her hair was out and flowing down past her shoulders two thin plaits held it back off her face and she had a sweet smile on her face; one that Caroline hadn’t seen before or even believed was possible. Turning the page and Caroline found herself looking at a boy that she didn’t know, he had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing a simple green top with three strings of leather tying it closed. “That’s Henrick” a voice said from behind her, she jumped slamming the journal shut. Klaus reached over and reopening it.

“He was eleven here, we had been out hunting and he had just killed his first stag. He was so proud of himself.” Klaus says, looking at the drawing fondly.

“Where is he? He is running around being a menace in Europe?”

Klaus snapped the journal shut.

“He died.” He said sharply.

“I’m sorry I-“

“Why are you here Caroline?” he asked, still looking at the closed journal. Caroline sighed and sat back on the bed.

“You were right.”

Klaus’ head snapped up to look at her in confusion.

“I normally always am. But in what way this time?” he said with a sly smile.

“Small town life wasn’t enough.” Caroline said sadly. Klaus’s smile faded at her tone, and he sat down next to her. He noticed that she is picking at fingers hard enough to cause little spots of blood to form from the torn skin. He reaches out to place his hand over hers stilling her fingers.

“What happened love?”

Caroline sniffed and bit her lip, “My mum died.”

Klaus gently locked his fingers with her, his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. Caroline shrugged.

“I was hoping I could…um” she struggles to finish her sentence. Klaus understands though.

“You can stay as long as you want love.”

Caroline sobs pulling her hands from his and covers her face. Klaus pulls her towards him, and she melts into his embrace.

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Hi, I'm Ella. You can ask me for klaroline/Klaus/The Mikaelsons recommendation fanfics or, if you want, I will make some drabbles based on your fanfic requests, if I think they're interesting enough. Sorry, my english isn't that great.

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supernutellastuff · 5 years

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The Devil is in the Details: Chapter 2

So this is a follow-up to the Daredevil AU I wrote for @realynn8 for the Klaroline Vacation Gift Exchange 2018. Since I had so much fun writing the first part, and the reviews were encouraging, I’ve decided to turn it into a multi-chapter fic!

Now that I’ve finally figured out the plot, here is chapter two (with a bonus Klaus POV!)

Summary: After successfully taking down a gang of human traffickers, Caroline makes another bargain with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

Her apartment's shitty—not that Caroline has many options on a reporter's salary—but it has a tiny balcony and on days like this that more than makes up for living in this smelly, crime-ridden neighbourhood. Caroline braces her elbows against the railing, enjoying the rare evening breeze. It takes two tries to get the lighter flickering but she finally manages to get her cigarette lit. She was technically supposed to have quit, but she figures she deserves one after her success.

The Ukrainian gang had been busted courtesy the coordinated efforts of Caroline and a certain devil-horned vigilante. She had written up an investigative piece detailing their human trafficking ventures for the Bulletin, while Daredevil had gone after the gang members themselves, finally dropping their leader, all tied up with a bow, at the cops' doorstep. Caroline had no clue how he managed to do this single-handedly but then again, there was something special about him. She'd seen it with her own eyes when he'd rescued her from Kai, the sleazy arms dealer.

Caroline inhales, savouring the nicotine burn. Her eyes adjust to the dim light and all of a sudden, she realises someone's on the balcony with her.

"I hate it when you do that," she grumbles, not turning her head.

A low chuckle greets her.

"You know I was just thinking about you," she says, absently tapping out the ash in a flowerpot. Yikes. The long-dead plant had been a gift from Lexi. She mentally apologizes to it.

"Oh, were you?" He steps closer. She feels his eyes tracing the movement of her throat while she takes a languid drag.

"Just wondering if you’ll go back to your usual patrols now that the Ukrainians are in jail. Mrs. Fell downstairs was almost mugged last night, you know. You’re slacking.” Caroline faces him, a slight grin playing on her lips.

“I was busy.”

“Not busy enough to be scaring girls half to death on their balconies, apparently. What are you doing here? Article’s been published. Valigura is behind bars.”

“Actually, I have another proposal for you,” says Daredevil in his deep voice. It’s obvious he puts on an affect because there have been times Caroline has almost caught it slipping; but real or not, his voice, especially paired with the way he cocks his head, is oddly compelling.

“I’m listening.” She grounds her cigarette and crosses her arms.

“Valigura and his crew left behind a vacuum. The Japanese have stepped up. Drugs, obviously, but they’re planning on escalating to something much, much bigger. I’m trying to find out what, and to stop them before they can.”

“And you want my help?”

“Just like last time. I get to keep the neighbourhood safe, you get the by-line.” There’s that flash of a smirk again. Caroline’s tempted to agree immediately. But. As much fun it was exchanging bits of intel and incriminating photographs with the vigilante, it was Daredevil who’d set the terms. It was him who always contacted her—whether she was at her house or out on the streets—dropping down from the sky like a silent angel. It was he who controlled the flow of information.

Caroline takes her time answering. He stands absolutely still besides her, betraying no visible signs of impatience.

“Okay. But on one condition. After we’re done, I get to interview Daredevil for the Bulletin.”

She can’t make out his expression but if the stiffening of his body is any indication, he is completely taken aback. He tugs at the collar of his suit. Caroline’s face is carefully, totally blank—inside she’s fervently hoping he agrees. She’s upped the ante of their deal but the fact is she needs him more than he needs her. Alaric loved her expose on the Ukrainians but one article isn’t enough for a promotion. That’s just not how print media work. She’s expected to prove herself consistently if she wants to be a serious journalist.

“Why?” is what he asks.

“Because you’re putting yourself out on the streets every night, doing a thankless job no one asked you to. And I- the readers want to know why. They want to know about the man behind the mask. Not literally, obviously,” she adds, sensing his hesitation. “I mean, it’s fine that I don’t know who you actually are. I’m not gonna pry.” Yet.

Daredevil nods. “It’s a bargain.” He sticks out his hand. Caroline takes it, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers. Impulsively, she flips his hand over and runs her tips over the expensive leather, examining the skillful stitching.

“Did you do all this on your own?”

He snatches his hand back. “I have a guy,” he replies gruffly. And Daredevil disappears the way he’d arrived, a warm shadow in the night.