Klaroline WIP Wed - Antique Shop AU
Listen, i had three options for things I've been working on and it was a Kingdom of Corpses, Necromancer smut, or this new thing, and I picked this as the most SFW option. This is still rough.
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The laptop was a cover. Well, the office work still needed to get done, and it’s true that she normally sat out on the patio with it for an hour after lunchtime ended at 3:00 PM, but Caroline was rarely there past 4:00 PM. She prided herself on having competent managers at the coffee shop and when her 'shift' was over, she went home.
Not so today. Today she lingered so long, April had started looking concerned on her third latte, and she flat out refused to add another dollop of ‘Pep In Your Step’ to the cup. One was all the customers got, one was all she got. It’s just—she heard the door open to the right of her and quickly looked at her screen—she had a mystery to solve. The jingling of keys in the lock made her glance sideways and she caught a glimpse of dirty blonde curls and a nice set of shoulders bent over the front door of the shop next to hers. It was annoying that someone so suspicious was so attractive to her personally. She looked back at her spreadsheets.
Footsteps left the door and walked down the sidewalk towards her. Caroline leaned on her elbow to peer closer at her screen. Nothing to see here buddy, move along, she wasn’t paying any attention to you, don’t pay any attention to her. The closer he got, the more nervous energy she felt in her stomach, some odd feeling of something about to happen winding her tighter and tighter. Maybe it was her magic trying to warn her.
When his phone rang loudly, she nearly jumped, and he cursed. Looking over to see him pulling it from a pocket, they made eye contact, and he quirked his mouth up in an apologetic little smile.
“Urgent, I’m afraid. Some other time, perhaps?” He said, as if they’d had a meeting planned, and Caroline blinked at him.
“Does ‘In your dreams,’ sound good to you?” she asked tartly. Of all the presumption…
He smiled, an unexpectedly mischievous thing framed by dimples that promised sin, and looked as falsely sheepish as it was possible for someone to look while still letting you in on the joke. “Your appearance in them has been somewhat perplexing to me. For the moment, though,” he held up his phone. “Pardon me, sweetheart?” Turning down the alleyway that ran between Caroline’s coffee shop and the storefront he had taken over, he put the phone to his ear and started talking in a low tone into it.
Caroline watched him disappear towards the small parking lot at the back end of the buildings, and then turned back around to pull out her phone. Setting a timer for ten minutes and setting it on the table, she went back to her computer. And just stared at the screen, thinking.
His name was Klaus.
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would you tell me if you want me?
one shot (mostly) smut fic set between Civil War and Infinity War. my take on how they got together :-)
pairing: Wanda x Vision
title and vibes from Mitski's "Come into the Water"
read it on AO3
excerpt below:
“I—ah, god,” he said. Slowly, he let his fake accent slip. He didn’t want to phase back into his true form in public, knowing that it would draw unwanted attention if anybody walked by. He hoped she’d recognize his voice. “My name isn’t Victor.”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head.
“You were using a fake accent?” Wanda chuckled nervously. “That’s, uh, a little weird. You sound just like… no, nevermind. I’m definitely just making things up. I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
“I like it when you ramble,” he replied. She was moderately concerned she was just going insane with longing, but she’d recognize that voice anywhere.
No, Wanda thought. No, he sounds exactly like—
“Vision?” Wanda asked, tentatively.
He nodded, slowly.
“I’m sorry, Wanda. I should have told you earlier. I came to apologize and I had a whole speech ready but then you were flirting with me and I just felt so… happy, I think, that I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it. I should’ve never taken advantage of you like this. I know you wouldn’t have gone on this date if you knew it was me, and that’s a terrible thing for me to do—”
Wanda quickly looked around. The street was empty, so she grabbed his coat again and pushed him back against the wall of the closed flower shop they were standing in front of. Vision was certain she was about to blast him into oblivion, until she crashed her mouth into his. He made a small noise of surprise before melting into her, letting his hands find her waist to pull her even closer.
“Vision,” she whispered, pulling away for a moment to catch her breath. “Shut up.”
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I’ve been stretching my fanart muscles with these boys 🥰
Can you tell that I love a coffee shop AU? 🤣
Also, tattooed Crowley is 🤤
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"why are beelzebub and gabriel allowed to be happy but aziraphale and crowley aren't" because this story isn't about beelzebub and gabriel. it's not that they got their happy ending and aziracrow got fucked over. gabriel and beelzebub's relationship is meant to show aziraphale and crowley what they can have if they were on the same page. this is what aziraphale and crowley can achieve in the next season. because gabriel and beelzebub's story is done (for now). aziraphale and crowley still have at least one more season.
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