Klaroline AU | Crossover, Modern!AU, Frankenstein!AU
A/N. lmao it’s been 2 years, omg. I am so, so damn tired of this chapter – it has been lying on my drafts for years, literally, and every so often I went to add something, delete something else, and I was just. tired. of seeing it there with no apparent will to go somewhere, anywhere. What even is this story?? It doesn’t even have a plot. It’s just an AU for which I have some ideas, each one worse than the other, so idk if there will be an end. Or a point? Lol. Just – enjoy creature!klaus and dr. frankenstein!caroline and don’t expect too much. Let’s call it a personal experiment and practice for English writing.
This of course doesn’t mean I don’t love every single one of you who for some reason love this story??? Guys, really, each ask gave me life and made me cry because – yeah I suck, I can’t meet the promises I carelessly make, I’m so so sorry! But yeah, I hope this will make me look less, idk, bad?? I hope you enjoy despite everything. Also, since this is probably the only thing I will post until next year (also the only thing I’ve posted this year I guess??), merry Christmas and happy holidays and happy new years and hugs and kisses and confetti for everyone! ♥♥♥
warning: mentions of suicide and depression. no beta, i’m posting this now because, again, if i don’t it will just die in my drafts, so. i will read it tomorrow or in the next few days after I purged my eyes for a bit and i will be able to take a carefully objective look at it. feel free to point out any mistakes anyway!
PARADISE LOST – Part III
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and
sawVirtue in her shape how lovely.
—saw, and pined his loss.
[John Milton, Paradise Lost (846, 848)]
Tag: kc
“You’re a pretty one,” the man said, his lilting accent soft despite the loud room. “Gloria doesn’t usually hire vampires.”
“Don’t do that,“ he says. “Don’t ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I’ve laid myself bare to you and all it’s gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don’t torture me,” he says, meeting my eyes again.“It’s a cruel thing to do, even to someone like me.”
















































