“Listen, I don’t like you. I don’t like your arrogance, and I find your presence quite annoying. I don’t like having you around, and I don’t like it when you stare at me. You’re creepy. I don’t care if all the Ladies of England fall for you, because I’m French, and I would never fall for such an insolent man. Now, may you please leave?" She made it clear, she didn’t want to have him around. Words came out from her mouth so fast, that she lost control. It wasn’t easy to hurt Niklaus, but that time he felt an open wound in his pride, and soul. Never before a woman had rejected him that way. After some moments of silence, he glanced down, and then he bowed before the Princess. Keep reading…
Klefaroline in New Orleans TVD: 6x01 ONE SHOT (Crossover)
Based on Julie Plec’s “Stefan is nowhere near MF” and “Has a new profession” (x) prompts. Stefan is only barely hanging in there after losing three of the most important people in his life, Damon, Lexi and Bonnie. He goes where he is always welcome, and to whom, was another brother, for a time: Klaus Mikaelson. Stefan takes with him, Damon’s wreckage of a car, the Camaro (which had been blown up with Damon & Elena inside, destroying the Grill in a large explosion in episode 5x22), which he plans to mend, providing Klaus gives him a place, that will solely be his abode. Over the next six months, Stefan spends every waking hour working on Damon’s car, while Klaus periodically comes to check on him, and occasionally tries to speak to him about Damon’s death, but Stefan won’t talk. Caroline, who had been abandoned in MF, and is struggling just as much with her friend’s deaths, her feelings for Stefan, and Elena and Tyler growing closer, decides to bring him back, so she goes to NOLA, turns up on Klaus’ doorstep, much to his surprise, and demands for his help, in the matter…
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#look at these idiots #also rival musician au
The true Originals Loves
You said if you could have your way
You’d make a night time of today
So it’d suit the mood of your soul
That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.
If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you. (x)
You can say goodbye and you can say hello.
But you’ll always find your way back H O M E.
Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than, fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing you’re fuckin’ perfect to me.