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Anonymous asked:

can you do a follow up to hexed please?

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mini-sequel to this

Hexed: Anything

She couldn’t stop touching him.

It took hours for Kol and Bonnie to arrive, and she worked like hell to give Klaus the time they needed to save his life. When the barrier spell was finally broken, Caroline launched herself into his lap, holding onto him far too tightly.

Even now, as she helped him shower off the blood and viscera of the witches she fed to him, she couldn’t stop herself from worrying he might disintegrate before her eyes. Her hands never stopped as they brushed through his hair, glided over his skin, or gently kneaded his newly regrown muscles. “You’re sure you’re not in any pain?”

His hands covered hers in an instant, somehow warmer to her than the scalding water pouring over them. “You’re shaking, love,” he whispered, his throat still hoarse from screaming. “I’m alright, Bonnie said the hex couldn’t outlive the coven.”

Swallowing, she nodded. Kol had been of particular help in that regard, if a bit too encouraging of the violent streak the whole event brought out in her. “Right, yeah. But-”

He brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle with a reverence that left tears in her eyes. “No buts, not today,” he said gravely. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek as well, catching the lone tear that fell. “Thank you for saving me.”

That only made her cry harder as she wrapped him in a hug, pressing her face to his chest. The water cascaded over them while they stood all tangled up in each other. Whatever she might have said in answer couldn’t compete with the feeling of him, whole and well in her arms. 

And now she knew what she would do to keep him that way - anything.

enniec123-deactivated20211004 asked:

klaroline and pumpkin carving.

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Guts and Glory

Caroline frowned down at the array of tools laid out on the counter. “You know this isn’t a real competition, right?” she asked, worried her boyfriend was taking their friendly wager a bit too seriously. “There are no judges to impress or prizes to be won. None that won’t be shared, anyway." 

At her wink, Klaus smirked as he arranged the stencils he’d made to layer over his pumpkin. "Maybe I want to impress you.”

Grinning, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Pretty smooth for a guy whose grand seduction scheme includes a melon baller,” she teased. “I want it on record, though, that art school gives you an unfair advantage.”

“So noted. I’m sure the judges we don’t have will take that into consideration.” He sharpened his pencil, probably just to annoy her, before gently sketching his plan onto the pumpkin itself. “That said, how do we decide who wins?”

“We could always flip a coin, but I have a feeling you’ll really like mine.”

He shrugged, unconcerned. “I like everything you do. That’s why I want to win that massage, because I know I’ll really like that.”

And he would have - had he won. 

With Hocus Pocus playing in the background, they both focused on their pumpkins. Klaus layered an intricately designed haunted house against a wolf howling at the moon, scraping away the rind in places for greater detail. By the time he finished, he was sweating and his hands cramped, but he was extremely pleased with the final result. Hands down, he had the game in the bag.

On the count of three, they turned the pumpkins to the other with a dramatic flourish. Any victory he felt caught in his chest, only to bloom into something far better when he saw Caroline’s design. In simple script, carved with the utmost care: I love you.

It was the best loss he could have hoped for, because he still felt like he won.

Anonymous asked:

Once unlocking his curse, Klaus’ wolf starts speaking to him (like Venom does to Eddie- all of the humor please). Already weirded out and annoyed, Klaus is at his wits end. It gets weirder when it decides Caroline is the one.

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Id

For having waited a thousand years to break his curse, Klaus still wasn’t quite prepared for the…side effects of unlocking his wolf side. But he’d managed for the most part, tuning out the second voice in his head like it was nothing more than an errant id easily distracted.

That is, until he laid eyes on a certain baby vampire.

While his more rational side could acknowledge Caroline was beautiful, the wolf was oddly fixated. Every time he caught sight of her, the wolf would hiss, Her. Talk to her. Insistent to the point of annoyance, the wolf would keep prodding until Klaus gave in. The more he did, the more he wanted to, which was just inconvenient. 

Then, he put her life at risk. The wolf had never been so split from him, viciously angry and gnashing for him to fix it fix it fix it!! as she lay dying in her bed. By the time he fed her his blood, it was a violent relief for all three of them. 

He should have known it wouldn’t be enough to satiate the wolf, however.

Where’s Caroline?

Klaus ignored the wolf, continuing to charm the women his mother had invited to the ball. She might not come at all, he reminded himself, pointedly not getting either of their hopes up. 

But a familiar scent wafted into the ballroom, and both he and the wolf reared to find her - the latter with an embarrassing whine. She’s so pretty, go tell her she’s pretty.

Admonishing the wolf to silence, Klaus took a bracing sip of his champagne before leaving it and his companions behind. “Caroline,” he greeted smoothly with his best smile. “You look beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes, a blush rising in her cheeks despite the cold front she tried to keep firmly between them. “Thank you,” she answered, her tone too polite. “And thank you for the dress, it fit perfectly. A little creepy, but thoughtful.”

She liked the dress! Get closer!

He held himself back, his posture deceptively at ease. “I’m honored that you accepted my gift. Gifts,” he corrected, smirking at the bracelet on her wrist. 

“Don’t get used to it,” she warned. Her eyes drifted to the dance floor, longing clear in her otherwise stubborn expression. 

Ask her to dance. Ask her! Now!!

Offering his hand, he refused to give the wolf the satisfaction that it was driving his impulses. It was a party, dancing was perfectly in bounds. And he simply enjoyed the prospect of dancing with her, animal urges aside. “Care to dance, love?”

A bare moment of hesitation, then she slipped her hand into his, and the wolf gave a pleased sigh. 

Now don’t let her go.

See? Never one to be satisfied. At least Klaus could trust his saner half to be more reasonable than to fall for such a trap as romance.

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like a wedding dress needs dirt

“You needed me like a wedding dress needs dirt.”
Divers and Submarines — Passenger

XXX

He spends Caroline Forbes’ wedding day in a graveyard.

XXX

Klaus Mikaelson has dug many graves in his lifetime.

It’s not hard work for him — not really. His back doesn’t ache, his arms don’t tire. Even the June sun, high at its peak, isn’t enough to make him break a sweat. Being the most powerful creature in the world comes with such perks, after all. Though, today, all of it seems like a curse. Today, he wishes his muscles would tremble and the heat would make him dizzy.

He wishes…

He tries to focus hard as he can on the shovel. The way it digs into the dirt before sweeping it away, again and again. It’s not enough to keep his attention.

He feels like a bloody baby vampire, having to breathe to control his strength, his speed… He ought to make this last. He ought to keep his hands busy for as long as he can.

Because the alternative is looking at her.

And he most definitely does not want to look at her. Or talk to her. 

Except she is the reason he has found himself miles away from New Orleans, in this dreadful city he vowed never to step foot on ever again.

Because she is getting married.

To Stefan… To someone who proved again and again that he will not put her first. Will not do right by her even when threatened to do so — and believe it, Klaus tried.

And he needed to see her. Just once. Just to know she was okay. 

Somehow, he ended up here. Digging a grave when he doesn’t even know why he is doing it. Because… Because after all this time all it took was a request from a runaway bride for him to do exactly what she asks of him.

XXX

He spends Caroline Forbes’ wedding day in a graveyard.

… But, in his defense, so does she.

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Anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your writing! If you’re still taking prompts: Klaroline as childhood friends/crushes and Klaus’ family is part of the mob. Klaus eventually takes over as mob boss, but Caroline never knew and now they’re adults. Thanks!!!

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Rencontre

When Caroline bumped into an old friend at a bar, she didn’t exactly expect the night to end in a car chase. Clutching at the safety handle above the window, she couldn’t help but snap, “Wherever we’re going, can we get there in one piece?”

“Relax, sweetheart, Josh is a very capable driver.”

“I wasn’t yelling at him, I was yelling at you!” Klaus’s brow furrowed at that. “You’re the one who has crazy henchmen after you!”

His head canted to the side in acknowledgement, but he seemed otherwise at ease. “Technically, those were federal agents failing yet again to embarrass me with a toothless arrest. I’m saving them the paperwork.”

Oh, she felt faint as she sank back into the seat. “Those were cops.”

“There was a reason your mother never liked me,” Klaus joked, though he seemed concerned at her sudden withdrawal. To be fair, they’d been having a good time reconnecting - before two goons burst into the alley where they were…reconnecting. His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and heavy as true promise he gave. “You’re safe with me.”

But she shrugged him off, her arms crossing protectively over her middle to earn precious inches of personal space. “I’ll believe it when the car slows to a reasonable speed limit,” she scoffed. “And I want an explanation, preferably with a strong drink.”

The dimples she remembered appeared, even as he folded his hands with a tense grip. “That can be arranged, love. I’m happy to oblige.”

Yeah, that’s what she was afraid of.

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this took me 8 hours but it’s so worth it because T H E M

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Zutara Week 2020 Day 1: Reunion

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This prompt inspired this whole animatic in my head, and I just HAD to get it out. Dedicated to my best friend from High School and my fellow Zutara comrade, @bekahknotmarley-blog. Also SOUND ON!

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