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Klaroline AU: Caroline redecorates the Mikaelson mansion 

"Sweetheart, I thought I gave you a resounding ‘no’ to any pictures of me smiling." 

"And deprive guests of seeing your cute dimples? Inconceivable. Besides, you look so…peaceful. Sorry, that one’s staying." 

"I have a reputation to uphold." 

"Seriously? You didn’t seem to care about your reputation walking around Paris with me, in the sight of literally everyone, holding my hand and smiling the ENTIRE time. Nice try." 

Klaus groaned, knowing she would never yield on this. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a firm side hug. Caroline snuggled closer to him as they looked up at the pictures. “Alright, I suppose one can’t hurt.”

She laughed, bringing her lips to his cheek in a light kiss. 

"I see you’ve put up some pictures of our wanderings. And some of my siblings," he said, wrinkling his nose. 

Caroline shoved him playfully. “Please, you love them and there was no way I wasn’t going to put up pictures of your family.” 

"You’ll regret it later. Kol will get a kick out of it, and then you’ll never hear the end of it." He chuckled, and then noticed a smaller picture of the Eiffel Tower. "Paris was wonderful." 

Caroline looked up at him, smiling softly. “Yes, it was.” She chuckled. “But I must say, seeing the Trevi Fountain in Rome for the first time gave me actual chills.” She turned into him, throwing her arms about his neck and closing the distance between them until there was almost none left. “After I threw my coin in, my wish came true, you know.”

"Did it? And what, may I ask, did you wish for?"

"Uh,uh,uh! Can’t tell you. Otherwise it might reverse the magic." 

"Would this have to do with a certain diamond ring that I gave you later that evening, by chance?" 

She blushed, but her eyes were sparkling. She kissed him then, slowly, passionately, tangling their tongues together in a dance they knew all too well. After what seemed like hours, Caroline broke it, resting her left hand on his shoulder and staring at her engagement ring. 

Klaus followed her line of vision, his expression suddenly serious. “It’s not going to disappear, Caroline.” 

She looked away from him, laughing faintly and stepping back slightly. “No, it’s not that—I just—” 

"Caroline." He caught hold of her chin, gently lifting it to face him. "I love you, and I want you by my side for the rest of eternity." He traced the back of his hand against her cheek, caressing her skin, gaze full of total adoration. "Trust me, sweetheart: I’m not going anywhere." 

She nodded, lips turned up in an angelic smile. “I know.” 

burningletter- asked:

"Please, put it DOWN." (Arrow ladies or AoS ladies or idk... ladies)


Felicity was frozen, and Sara was tensed to spring, but Laurel was the one to speak. 

"Please, put it DOWN."

The Thea Queen that stood in front of them in the poorly lit parking lot with a sword pressed up against the throat of a terrified security guard didn’t look to Felicity like the girl who’d managed Verdant and given Oliver well-deserved hell. 

She looked like she’d seen hell herself. And fought out to the other side.

This girl looked hard, and sure, and that sword was still raised. 

Laurel took a small step forward, her 4-inch stiletto ringing where it met the pavement. ”Thea, please.”

Another step. Felicity could almost hear Thea’s hand tighten on the sword, and she heard Sara draw in a slow breath in preparation for attack. 

"No closer."

Laurel nodded, even as she took another small step. Her voice was calm and smooth. “It was Malcolm, wasn’t it? We looked everywhere for you. He got to you first, that night.”

"Stay. Back."

"Of course." This time Laurel stopped. There was maybe three feet between them now, Felicity estimated nervously. "You can let him go, you know. One of us can get you in where ever it is he has access. Isn’t that right, girls?"

Sara nodded tersely. Felicity hurried to fill the silence. “Oh yeah, for sure. I mean it’s easier if I clone his keycard, but even if I don’t, magnetic locks like that usually take about 30 seconds.”

Thea didn’t break eye contact with Laurel for the full length of Felicity’s sentence. As they lapsed into silence again, she moved, lightning fast, and the man was on the ground. Alive, but unconscious. 

Sara had materialized at Laurel’s side, but made no move to stop Thea when she bent down and pulled the card off the man’s belt. 

"I don’t need your help," she snapped. "Tell Oliver…"

"Thea," Laurel cut in, stepping past Sara. "This isn’t about Oliver. This is about you and me." For a moment the hard mask on Thea’s face slipped, and in the harsh side light of the street lamp, Felicity saw the girl bite her lip and look away when Laurel’s voice wavered at last. "You’re the only other person who remembers when it was just you, me, and… and Tommy."

Laurel’s hand came up and rested lightly on Thea’s shoulder and for a heartwrenching moment, no one moved as a tear tracked its way down Thea’s shadowed face.

"I don’t - I can’t remember him anymore." The whisper was broken, anguished, and Felicity could see that Laurel was crying now, too.

Then Thea backed away, sword up and mask back in place. Sara made a move to follow but Laurel grabbed her arm. 

"Just stay away from me, all of you." Thea’s voice, cold and hard, cut through the dark as she faded into the shadows. "This is the last warning."

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