The spirit of Fabian Aramais Seacaster, a boy who also had not had a fun time on an artificial, pirate boat island of debauchery, really blessed Pinocchio, his brother in bad decisions, with that clutch Nat 1 on his own Bad Day dice.
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Fic Update: The Wolf III [21/21]
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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S03E21 The Bloody Crown
Caroline wakes up from something that doesn't really feel like sleep. It’s as though her brain disconnected and went into a blackout state for a few hours. She doesn't feel well rested, not even close, but there's a soft tingle chasing across her skin that is oddly soothing.
She blinks out the drowsiness and follows the sensation, finds Klaus tracing the arm she has draped across his middle. It's a feathery brush, an absent-minded movement he probably doesn't even notice he's doing, but it still has the power to awaken butterflies in Caroline's stomach. Even after years, she feels it every time he touches her. Fire at the tips of his fingers.
He's facing away from her, staring at the sliver of daylight trickling in through the curtains, his usual dark and devious look replaced by something weary and distant. Caroline watches him for a long time, trying to peer through the mask of impassiveness, past the glacial ice in his eyes. She hates it when he's like this, lost in the corners of his own mind where she can't follow. With Klaus, that always spells trouble. The anger she knows how to deal with. The barks and snarls she can handle. It's the blank stares, the emptiness and the silence that scares her the most.
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😃 Two updates in less than a week, and TW3 is over. 😃 Who am I, what am I doing with my life? 😃
There are loads of info on the actual story about how this will continue and some other stuff as well. We have reached the 1M words mark and I can't decide if this is impressive or if I have just completely lost control of my life. Either way, thank you so, so much to everyone who had read my long-ass fic and stayed with me through all of this. 💜 It's a mess, but I have loved living in this universe, and I hope some of you have too. 🥰
A special shout-out to my friend @definedareasofuncertainty, who was holding my hand when I posted the very first chapter, almost five years ago, and who is still somehow my friend. 🥹
I hope you guys enjoy it! And as always, your reblogs/comments/kudos mean the world to me, please support your local insane fic writer. 🥹
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Fourth, thou shalt know that thou art mine.
A shudder ran down Astarion’s back. It was Cazador’s voice, but it was a memory, not a command. Still, his body didn’t snap to attention like it was supposed to. Instead the words rang through his head like an empty threat.
There was one way to tell if he was truly free from his Master’s control. One exceptionally easy, incredibly stupid way to test the theory.
His distance could be a fluke created by his kidnapping, and he couldn’t very well live not knowing if and when he’d be close enough for it all to take hold again.
By all accounts, it was a terrible idea, but he had to know.
He knelt beside Tav with the grace and quiet of the rogue that he was. With the gentlest of touches, he moved her hair off her neck, taking in a long breath as the smell of the small movement wafted toward him. He went slow, still ready for Cazador’s words to come thundering forth again and freeze him. Punish him. Stop him.
Nothing came.
Tav continued to sleep, and Astarion had only a foot of air separating him from finishing his test. There was nothing left to do but try.
I am not yours, Astarion thought to himself, hoping that wherever he was, Cazador could feel the cold resentment as his teeth brushed Tav’s neck. I’ll never be yours again.
Chapter 6, Astarion's Nice, Simple Plan That Fell Apart
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Eeeee!!! I have an avatar again!!!!
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Title: be my mirror (my sword and shield)
Pairing: Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos
Chapter: 39/40
Tags: Enemies to Lovers//Slow Burn//Kit gets taken instead of Airk//Bone Reaver Jade Claymore//Hurt/Comfort//PTSD//Psychological Torture//Amputation//Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Angry blue eyes glared at Jade from beneath short dark locks that fell into her face. Sharp cheekbones, straight nose, and a strong jaw gave her an imperious air, and despite the fact that she was shorter than Jade – and tied to a tree – she still somehow gave the impression that she was looking down at her. This was even more impressive given the entire left side of her face was one massive bruise, and her eye was swollen almost completely shut.
Or: Bone Reaver Jade is tasked with escorting a prisoner to the Immemorial City for their new ally, the Crone.
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