Raichyl's Stories

highgaarden:


She remembers a time when things were different, when she could step into her house (her own home) without having to worry if she’s remembered to lock the door behind her; when she could walk to school without having to strain her ears for another set of footsteps shadowing her.
Usually (as of late, anyway) she’d never be hanging around the park at dusk; she’d be curled on her windowsill, eyes on the shadows dancing across her drawn curtains. Waiting.
Hiding.
Today, she decides, she wants to be found. With the blood-red sun hanging low in the distance and her nails jagged from all her nervous biting, she waits. The toes of her boots scuff the rough sand beneath her feet as she lets the wind push the swing lightly to and fro—until she realizes it’s no ordinary wind.
Klaus stands before her, his casual stance and long-sleeved Henley masking the hum of danger that always seems to charge the air around him. He runs a cold finger down her cheek, but before she can slap it away he’s already seated in the swing next to her.
"Not safely tucked in bed, Caroline?"
She doesn’t answer, and he lets out a breath of a chuckle. “They say it’s going to snow sometime this week.”
She grits her teeth, doesn’t want to talk to him; definitely doesn’t want to discuss the weather. Klaus is looking at her, almost mockingly, so she decides to just ask him: “What’s wrong with Tyler?”
"Nothing I can’t fix." And then he smiles, a smile that chills her fingers and dries her mouth. She wraps her hands tighter around the rusty chains, stilling them. She wants to ask him what that means, but one look at Klaus tells her he’s not going to humor her for much longer. "Is he going to get better?"
She doesn’t mean for her voice to sound so soft, but it does.
There’s a pulse in Klaus’s jaw as he watches her, watches as her lips come dangerously close to trembling and how she’s holding herself together (like she’s falling apart, tearing at the seams) and he abruptly unfolds himself from the swing. He’s moving smoothly; no creaks and most certainly no fumbles. A thousand years of patience and skill wrapped around one movement. “Only time will tell, sweetheart.”
He’s tilting his face downwards, closer and closer—her breath hitches when she realizes they’re nose to nose.
"Do you remember everything I told you, the night of the ball?"
She nods, the hair on the back of her neck standing up when her skin brushes against his. “Y-yes.”
"Good." He straightens up, stretches lazily. "The world’s going to need some of that light after I’m done with him."
Klaus looks up at the setting sun and with one breath, blows it out.

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highgaarden:

She remembers a time when things were different, when she could step into her house (her own home) without having to worry if she’s remembered to lock the door behind her; when she could walk to school without having to strain her ears for another set of footsteps shadowing her.

Usually (as of late, anyway) she’d never be hanging around the park at dusk; she’d be curled on her windowsill, eyes on the shadows dancing across her drawn curtains. Waiting.

Hiding.

Today, she decides, she wants to be found. With the blood-red sun hanging low in the distance and her nails jagged from all her nervous biting, she waits. The toes of her boots scuff the rough sand beneath her feet as she lets the wind push the swing lightly to and fro—until she realizes it’s no ordinary wind.

Klaus stands before her, his casual stance and long-sleeved Henley masking the hum of danger that always seems to charge the air around him. He runs a cold finger down her cheek, but before she can slap it away he’s already seated in the swing next to her.

"Not safely tucked in bed, Caroline?"

She doesn’t answer, and he lets out a breath of a chuckle. “They say it’s going to snow sometime this week.”

She grits her teeth, doesn’t want to talk to him; definitely doesn’t want to discuss the weather. Klaus is looking at her, almost mockingly, so she decides to just ask him: “What’s wrong with Tyler?”

"Nothing I can’t fix." And then he smiles, a smile that chills her fingers and dries her mouth. She wraps her hands tighter around the rusty chains, stilling them. She wants to ask him what that means, but one look at Klaus tells her he’s not going to humor her for much longer. "Is he going to get better?"

She doesn’t mean for her voice to sound so soft, but it does.

There’s a pulse in Klaus’s jaw as he watches her, watches as her lips come dangerously close to trembling and how she’s holding herself together (like she’s falling apart, tearing at the seams) and he abruptly unfolds himself from the swing. He’s moving smoothly; no creaks and most certainly no fumbles. A thousand years of patience and skill wrapped around one movement. “Only time will tell, sweetheart.”

He’s tilting his face downwards, closer and closer—her breath hitches when she realizes they’re nose to nose.

"Do you remember everything I told you, the night of the ball?"

She nods, the hair on the back of her neck standing up when her skin brushes against his. “Y-yes.”

"Good." He straightens up, stretches lazily. "The world’s going to need some of that light after I’m done with him."

Klaus looks up at the setting sun and with one breath, blows it out.

fic / fanmix


SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS, Part V | Olicity Fic, AU

fadingtales:

Summary: Oliver gets knocked out during a mission and wakes up to an alternate life where he was never on the island. In the real world, Felicity struggles to put together the disturbing puzzle pieces of the events leading up to Oliver’s strange disappearance. Takes place sometime in season 2.

Read it on FF.NET or AO3

Bonus: playlist

Part V

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Anonymous asked: "Stiles awkwardly explaining why he can't sleep over at Lydia's becuaee he needs his pillow"

stydia-fanfiction:

You’re so lucky because the person who wrote this made is so cute and fluffy and sexy. Damn…I really need to see Stiles without a shirt now. [x]


his-beloved-mrs-mikaelson:

Klaroline AU. {Caroline is a witch and Klaus is the devilish creature evoked by her to make him help her in saving her friends’ life. To pay her debt, she’s forced in turn to help him taking his revenge over the witches who imprisoned him many centuries ago…}
Waiting for the second chapter, here a very little (and still un-beta’d) sneak peek…

“What is it the last thing you remember, before being imprisoned? Where were you?”
“Oh, I’ve been in many places, especially after the curse. Rome, Egypt, Greece…” His eyes seemed lost in a distant place, as he tried to capture what was probably the fragment of a memory. “But I was born in Britannia, in a village lucky enough to be hidden in a difficult terrain, which allowed us to stay as far away as possible from the Roman depredations.”
She pretended that all his historical background wasn’t that interesting. “Wow, so you’re pretty ancient.”
He smirked. “And you’re saying that, because…?”
“As I just said, it’s 2014. So that makes you something like two thousand years old”, she replied, failing to completely hide the awe. I’m taking to a damned fossil, she found herself thinking.

In the meantime, you could re-read the first chapter of Danse Macabre here. :)

his-beloved-mrs-mikaelson:

Klaroline AU. {Caroline is a witch and Klaus is the devilish creature evoked by her to make him help her in saving her friends’ life. To pay her debt, she’s forced in turn to help him taking his revenge over the witches who imprisoned him many centuries ago…}

Waiting for the second chapter, here a very little (and still un-beta’d) sneak peek…

“What is it the last thing you remember, before being imprisoned? Where were you?”

“Oh, I’ve been in many places, especially after the curse. Rome, Egypt, Greece…” His eyes seemed lost in a distant place, as he tried to capture what was probably the fragment of a memory. “But I was born in Britannia, in a village lucky enough to be hidden in a difficult terrain, which allowed us to stay as far away as possible from the Roman depredations.”

She pretended that all his historical background wasn’t that interesting. “Wow, so you’re pretty ancient.”

He smirked. “And you’re saying that, because…?”

“As I just said, it’s 2014. So that makes you something like two thousand years old”, she replied, failing to completely hide the awe. I’m taking to a damned fossil, she found herself thinking.

In the meantime, you could re-read the first chapter of Danse Macabre here. :)


nfinneman:

Cover request from the super talented Jess for her new, already amazing, fic, “The Devil’s Backbone”
"With the race on for the cure, some will fall, some will rise, and some will go insane. Friendships end and new ones spark as secrets are revealed and what some believe to be the truth will turn out to be nothing but lies. While others may discover that they’re not as different as they had believed. But will it matter if there is no world left? Set after 4x09."
The first part has been posted already and I already love it. Jess is the author of another one of my all-time favorites, “Wicked Schemes”, so I know this one is just going to be fantastic!
So, get on this one, folks. You don’t want to miss it. :)

nfinneman:

Cover request from the super talented Jess for her new, already amazing, fic, “The Devil’s Backbone

"With the race on for the cure, some will fall, some will rise, and some will go insane. Friendships end and new ones spark as secrets are revealed and what some believe to be the truth will turn out to be nothing but lies. While others may discover that they’re not as different as they had believed. But will it matter if there is no world left? Set after 4x09."

The first part has been posted already and I already love it. Jess is the author of another one of my all-time favorites, “Wicked Schemes”, so I know this one is just going to be fantastic!

So, get on this one, folks. You don’t want to miss it. :)


entitled; How I Met Yousummary; “Go home.” Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.”You can’t save all the haints, Christie.” She laughs at that. She wasn’t trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.rating; PGdisclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance’s “power couple” or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.

entitled; How I Met You
summary; “Go home.” Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.”You can’t save all the haints, Christie.” She laughs at that. She wasn’t trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance’s “power couple” or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.


Title: Meryton High
Author: PoetWITHOUTaCause
Rating: PG
Pairing:  Darcy and Elizabeth; Jane and Bingley
Summary: It’s high school. Rumors are spread, feelings are realized, hearts are crushed, and drama unfolds!
Warnings: angst… at the moment
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Reviews are always welcome :) All the same characters, set in the time of 2012-13, set to the same story. A story of the ‘Love that Started it All”
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Title: Meryton High
Author: PoetWITHOUTaCause
Rating: PG
Pairing:  Darcy and Elizabeth; Jane and Bingley
Summary: It’s high school. Rumors are spread, feelings are realized, hearts are crushed, and drama unfolds!
Warnings: angst… at the moment
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Reviews are always welcome :) All the same characters, set in the time of 2012-13, set to the same story. A story of the ‘Love that Started it All”

first chapter | latest chapter


klarolinevalentines:

For queenblairstiara

AU: Caroline and Klaus are in a relationship, but Caroline, due to her talent as a singer, becomes famous. She starts neglecting Klaus, working more and more every day. On a weekend, however, Caroline surprises Klaus, as she… transforms to her previous self, a bubbly teenager. She sings their song to make it up to him, making his smile grow wider, and their relationship grow stronger.


Jealousy || Janny Fanfic

twisted-janny:

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Title: Jealousy

FF.net: TO BE ADDED.

Pairing: Janny

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,354 words.

A/N: Enjoy! Happy Twisted Tuesday! Only 7 days until Twisted <3

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#janny #^

thebartenderofficerparker asked: "♫ Nathan/Audrey"

notactuallyjordanmckee:

You’ll Be In My Heart—Phil Collins

Audrey held the tiny, squalling, baby in her arms and gasped at the sudden rush of emotions that overcame her. This was her child. Her baby girl. Tears filled her eyes and she brought the swaddled newborn to her chest and placed a gentle kiss on that incredibly soft forehead.

She looked up to Nathan’s face and found him smiling, his blue eyes shining with joy and wonder. 

"She’s here," Audrey marveled.

Nathan chuckled, “She is. Thirteen hours later, she’s here.”

It was thirteen hard hours of labor, but baby Emmaline made her appearance; screaming, red, and healthy. 

You’ll be in my heart, from this day on, now and forever more. 

Audrey found herself chuckling softly as a Phil Collins song lyrics filtered through her thoughts. 

"You’ll be my baby," she whispered to Emmaline, "Always."