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KC Awards — Voting now open!

Attention Klaroliners! The nominations are in and voting is now open for the KC Awards!

The enthusiasm this group has shown during this event demonstrates that our fandom in alive and thriving! It was a spectacular year for Klaroline writing, and these nominees showcase our incredibly talented fandom.

Please help us celebrate the amazing writing this group created by voting for your favorite authors and their work!

Nominees:

Please feel free to advertise and share your good news about your nominations! However, please don’t cheat by exchanging bribes for votes (i.e., vote for me and I’ll write a story for you, etc.), as you’ll be disqualified.

Voting Rules:

Nominations for each category are listed below. Please send your votes via tumblr messaging and asks @kcawards​.

Please only vote once (if you use the anon ask route, we’re trusting you to not be a jerk by voting multiple times.)

Include the category, author name and work.

Choose 1 winner for each award category

2020 KC Awards Nominees:

Best AU human one-shot:

The Sound of Settling by Yokan/ @galvanizedfriend​

The Ballad of the Sea by @bellemorte180​

A Beautiful Symmetry, Chapter 116: The Moral in the Mafia by UppityBitch/ @supremeuppityone​  

Best AU human multi-chapter:

Heart Across the Ocean by @eliliyah​

Wanderlust by @bellemorte180​

Psychedelic Kicks by @klarolineagainnaturally​

Best AU supernatural one-shot:  

Worst Things Have Happened by Yokan/ @galvanizedfriend​

Sea of Stars, Part 44: The Long Way Home by Avana/ @sunshineandfangs​

With Roses in My Hands by emeraldvixen/ @euvixen​

Best AU supernatural multi-chapter:

The Exclusivity Clause by @slstmaraudersjple​

The Birth and Death of the Day by sunnydaisy/ @little-miss-sunny-daisy​

Demonology by @bellemorte180​

Best canon-ish one-shot:  

Klaroline One-Shots, Part 12: blood and fire by Keira_63/Keira-House M.D

With open arms I could hold it all by LynyrdLionheart/ @lynyrdwrites

Trapped in Heaven, Part 7: Life Goes On by @audreysbecall​

Best canon-ish multi-chapter:

In the Eyes of a Saint by @eliliyah​

The Wolf II by Yokan/ @galvanizedfriend​

The Tale of a Hybrid and a Vampire by Idiot-Wind/idiot-wind89/@idiot–wind

Best angst one-shot:  

hearing damage by but_seriously/but seriously/ @highgaarden​

Hollowed Sun by Certified_Ceraunophile/ @certifiedceraunophile​

It Would Be Impossible Not to Notice You, Chapter 13: He Keeps Her in the Dark by @eliliyah​

Best angst multi-chapter:

Battle Lines by jinxed_wood/ @jinxedwood​

Corks and Claws by UppityBitch/ @supremeuppityone​

What Could Have Been by @tnapki​

Best smut one-shot:  

Cleaning Assets by @eliliyah​

Call It Dreaming by sunnydaisy/ @little-miss-sunny-daisy

The Treat at my Behest by Certified_Ceraunophile/ @certifiedceraunophile

Best smut multi-chapter:

L'attrait des Ténèbres by @eliliyah​

Sketch by @bellemorte180​

All I Need by emeraldvixen/ @euvixen​

Best comedy one-shot:  

A Beautiful Symmetry, Chapter 113: Did You Ever Find Your Pants?, by Uppity Bitch/ @supremeuppityone

He Said, She Said by @slstmaraudersjple​

Calling on a Friend by Phandancee74

Best comedy multi-chapter:

A Pregnant Pause by Uppity Bitch/ @supremeuppityone

Meet the Mikaelsons by Sophia Chase/ @misssophiachase​

Best one-shot series:

A Beautiful Symmetry by Uppity Bitch/ @supremeuppityone​

To Rely on the Kindness of Strangers by @honestgrins​

Klaroline Storybook by Sophia Chase/ @misssophiachase​

Best AU human author:

@honestgrins​

Sophia Chase/ @misssophiachase​

@bellemorte180​

Best AU supernatural author:

Yokan/ @galvanizedfriend

@tnapki​

sunnydaisy/ @little-miss-sunny-daisy​

Best comedy author:

Uppity Bitch/ @supremeuppityone

LaLainaJ/ @lalainajanes

Sophia Chase/ @misssophiachase​

Best smut author:

@eliliyah​

Idiot-Wind/idiot-wind89/ @idiot–wind

sunnydaisy/ @little-miss-sunny-daisy​

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Thank you!!! ❤️ ❤️ 

Love the aesthetic you put together for it, it’s gorgeous!

For this week’s Spotlight Sunday @klaroline-event, I’m promoting:

The Long Way Home by @sunshineandfangs (Avana)

Why it’s amazing:

Angsty time travel fic with a unique spin that showcases the innate strength that readers absolutely love about Caroline! She’s thrown into an impossible situation that a lesser person would’ve curled up and died from the devastating loss of everything she knew. But not our Caroline! This gifted author writes Caroline as a rallying cry that pulls the reader in and makes them believe she’ll succeed.

Amazing lines:

·      “That girl didn’t walk with an edge of lethal grace, always one move away from being able to attack or defend.” ·      “They were strangers with familiar faces” ·      “desperation was a cruel but effective teacher” ·      “His death wasn’t yours to issue“

Go read and leave her a review!!!

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Happy Tuesday!

Title: Cut to the Bone Rating: M Summary: When Bill falls ill from a fast-acting poison, Caroline has no choice but to agree to an arranged marriage to keep her family’s legacy and company safe and in her own capable hands. Klaus is the perfect choice on paper, other than her complete certainty that he’s a complete psychopath. Klaus has plans of his own, though. Big ones. And he’s determined for Caroline to play a part in executing them. Will they be able to come to an understanding despite Caroline’s reluctance to put her trust in him? Or are they destined for a marriage of convenience?

Thank you to @arrenemris for the beautiful cover and to @honestgrins and @klarolinedrabbles for beta work. This fic was written for @itsnotacrimetoloveyou as a very late birthday present. 

Hope you all enjoy.

Read new chapter at: fanfiction.net || Ao3

Read from the beginning at: fanfiction.net || Ao3

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HELLO! any chance of a sequel to Your Hand/A Taste of Danger? I'd love to see how Klaroline eventually gets together!

Your Hand & A Taste of Danger

In Earnest

After courting Caroline in earnest for nigh on two months, Klaus was pleased to find he hadn’t grown weary of the pursuit. The Petrovas made for an irritating obstacle in spending any quality time with her, of course, but Katerina had proved to be an efficient ally. She was the one to welcome him into the parlor with a mischievous smirk before disappearing from the room altogether, quite against her promise to chaperone her American friend and the scandalous viscount determined to woo her.

On that point, at least, Klaus felt reasonably assured of his success. Even with her head bowed to the writing desk where she sat, he could see the smile plain on Caroline’s face. “How rude, Miss Forbes,” he teased from the doorway. “Do you not intend to greet me?”

“I suppose that depends,” she answered in kind, not looking up from her letter. “Do you have news to share worth greeting?”

“It would be difficult to know if you don’t engage with me in conversation.” Finally, she glanced up, fear and a barely contained hope torn in her expression. That she felt even half as invested as he did, Klaus was sure he’d never be so blessed again in his life. Grinning, he moved toward her, holding his hands steady behind his back. “Shall we sit?”

But she shook her head, as impatient as he’d learned she could be. “Tell me. Please,” she amended, a lovely blush rising at the lack of manners she continued to show. 

Unwilling to have this conversation while standing above her, Klaus eschewed courtesy and pulled a nearby chair forward to sit before her. “I spoke with my mother this morning, the Petrovas this afternoon,” he said, his voice clear. “They’ve all consented to a proposal.”

“You already proposed.” Caroline sounded a bit breathless, and he wanted so badly to reach for her hand, to ground her in this moment with him. Her lips already pulled up at the edges, though she tried to measure her reaction. Oh, but how her eyes sparkled. “Twice, actually.”

“And now I have their consent to do so a third time.” She was the one to reach for him instead, their hands grasped between them. “If you accept, I shall write your parents. With luck, my letter will reach them before the Petrovas’ and they’ll be willing to consent as well.”

Laughing in disbelief, she shook her head. “How many times must you ask me to marry you before my answer counts?”

He laughed with her. “It’s always counted, love. But I’m more interested in the answer to my second question.” She rolled her eyes, but squeezed his hands in acknowledgement. “Have you decided where you’d like to go after the wedding?”

“Rome, Paris,” she sighed, too happy to think seriously on it. “Tokyo? I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”

On that, Klaus could absolutely agree. “Then that’s where we shall go, anywhere you wish.” And it was a promise that he intended to keep for the rest of his days.

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Rebekah: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like… was it a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kinda thing?

Klaus: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then we just sort of sunk into it.

Rebekah: Okay, so were you holding her, or were your hands on her back?

Klaus: No, actually first they were… They started on her waist. And then they slid up, and then they were in her hair.

Rebekah: Oooh!!

Meanwhile

Caroline: And then I kissed Klaus.

Katherine: Tongue?

Caroline: Yeah.

Katherine: Cool.

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Written for @kiaraalexisklay

I hope you enjoy the Klaroline fluff!

Did You Ever Find Your Pants?

           Her mouth felt like she ate cat litter and washed it down with gasoline. Caroline blearily raised her head off of a tile floor, squinting at the harsh rays of sunlight cheerfully filtering into what seemed to be a bathroom the size of her gallery. A buzzing noise rattled around in her hungover brain like a chainsaw and she managed to pull her phone out of her purse without the room spinning, so she considered it a victory.

           A series of texts from Kat came through, each more vulgar than the last — which was really saying something considering it was Kat. But what actually caught her attention was Kat’s question in all caps followed by a series of emojis that seemed nonsensical but nonetheless struck her as weirdly erotic: “DID YOU EVER FIND YOUR PANTS?” She glanced down, realizing she seemed to be wearing a fluffy white towel with a man’s wrinkled dress shirt tied around her waist. What in the holy fuck?

           Suddenly, an amused, accented voice broke her concentration as he teased, “Ah, my kidnapper awakens.”

           Caroline shrieked, her phone clattering to the gleaming floor. “Who the hell are you? Where am I?”

           “Easy love,” he said with a dimpled smirk, handing her a tall to-go cup from her favorite local cafe. “You were quite particular about your coffee order before you passed out last night. Orange spice latte with a hint of hazelnut.” He watched her inhale the delicious aroma, his tone teasing as though enjoying a private joke as he added, “Your friend Bonnie made it herself.”

           She’d told him about Bonnie’s cafe? She caught the edge of Bonnie’s familiar sloped handwriting on the side of her cup and turned it slightly to read, “Sir Dimples McHotness —nicely done, Care!” Blue eyes widened as she realized there’s no way he missed her friend’s note.

           “Um,” she began, taking a quick sip of her coffee to buy herself some time to think. She had no idea who the hot British guy was, but clearly he happened at some point between the copious wine tasting at her gallery opening and Kat’s insistence she join her and Bonnie for Sex on the Beach Saturday at the rooftop tiki bar downtown.  

           Seemingly taking pity on her bewildered, hungover state, he said gently, “You impressed me by your capacity to plan even in your hazy state last night. You should check your photos and texts.”

           Raising an eyebrow, she quickly swiped to see numerous photos of Klaus and another attractive stranger with a mischievous smile posing in various photos with her and her friends. It also appeared that she’d texted a driver’s license to Kat and Bonnie. “You’re Klaus Mikaelson,” she awkwardly began, quickly closing out of her texts when she saw she’d sent some rather raunchy details about what she intended to do to him once she got him home.

           “So, I’m Caroline…” she trailed off, feeling her face redden in embarrassment as some of last night’s details returned to her. She’d sprinkled his bare chest with salt in the shape of her initials and then licked it off. And she was pretty sure he’d done tequila shots out of her bra.

           Squinting again as another memory came to her that was far too ridiculous to be real, she said weakly, “Did you mention something about a kidnapping?”

           Klaus held out his hand to help steady her as she rose to her feet, his smile teasing but also curiously gentle. “Yes. That. You may have attempted to kidnap me last night.”

           “I…what?”

           “It wasn’t a big deal; I believe you held a tampon under my chin and demanded that we return to my place. I was a bit smashed, but also quite flattered.” At her look of horror, his dimples deepened into what seemed to be a signature smirk as he said, “Perhaps I could answer your questions over a proper breakfast, sweetheart? And if you’re willing, we could discuss some of those rather intriguing plans you whispered in my ear during last night’s cab ride.”  

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the mikaelson siblings + the ‘i want a baby’ meme

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Tagged by @thetourguidebarbie to put the last line I wrote. This is from the snippets I’ve been trying to write to continue Lust, Oleander, Violence and Edelweiss that I finally put up on AO3 and FFN.

Niklaus Mikaelson was a dangerous man indeed.

Tagging people equal in number to the words in the line: @itsnotacrimetoloveyou @eliliyah @honestgrins @misssophiachase @lalainajanes @maevelin @padmcdala

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NEW STORY!

I have about 75k words of this finished with only a few scenes to go, so I figured I’d post it before finals as a special treat to myself, since I’ve been so good about waiting…

Title: Cut to the Bone Rating: M Summary: When Bill falls ill from a fast-acting poison, Caroline has no choice but to agree to an arranged marriage to keep her family’s legacy and company safe and in her own capable hands. Klaus is the perfect choice on paper, other than her complete certainty that he’s a complete psychopath. Klaus has plans of his own, though. Big ones. And he’s determined for Caroline to play a part in executing them. Will they be able to come to an understanding despite Caroline’s reluctance to put her trust in him? Or are they destined for a marriage of convenience?

Thank you @arrenemris for the beautiful cover and @honestgrins and @klarolinedrabbles for beta work heroism.

Fic for @itsnotacrimetoloveyou. Happy late birthday! Hope you enjoy.

Read at: fanfiction.net || Ao3

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prompt list smile #14 for klaroline pretty pretty please c:

This was “Did you just flick me?” and is combined with “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” + College AU from @thetourguidebarbie. It got long (because *something* has to) and features improper social distancing. Also, smut.

That’s Not Why We Do It

Day One:

Group Chat: Best Friend Is A Tier

Caroline [1:52 PM]:

SOS!

Or SMC, I guess.

My soul is fine. My car? Not so much.

Bonnie [1:53 PM]:

Where are you?

Elena [1:53 PM]:

Are you okay?

Caroline [1:54 PM]:

School. Still.

And I’m fine. It just won’t start.

Rebekah [1:54 PM]:

I thought you left hours ago.

Katherine [1:54 PM]:

You were supposed to leave hours ago.

Caroline [1:55 PM]:

I forgot something. And then I double-checked that I didn’t forget anything else. And then I cleaned the mini-fridge again.

Bonnie [1:55 PM]:

Care.

Caroline [1:56 PM]:

Who knows how long I’ll be gone! I don’t want it to develop a weird smell.

ANYWAY. Campus security is giving me dirty looks. Does anyone know a mechanic? Or of a hotel that’ll give me a STEEP discount?

Rebekah [1:57 PM]:

I’m texting Nik.

Caroline [1:58 PM]:

NO! NOT NECESSARY!

Bekah?

Rebekah [2:03 PM]:

I’m ignoring you.

Caroline [2:03 PM]:

Rude.

Rebekah [2:03 PM]:

Nik’s on his way. Try not to kill him.

At least until after he’s bought my birthday present.

Caroline [1:59 PM]:

Your birthday is in June.

Rebekah [1:59 PM]:

So kind of you to remember.

Klaus shows up in less than ten minutes. It feels longer – Caroline spends most of the time pacing. She also tugs her hair out of it’s sloppy ponytail and puts on a sweater that doesn’t have dust streaks on it. Plus, lip gloss.

She frets and gnaws on a cuticle. What is she even supposed to talk to Klaus about? They certainly can’t talk about how they’d hooked up on New Year’s Eve.

And New Year’s Day.

His SUV pulls into the stall next to her car. He gets out after cutting the engine, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. It’s annoyingly chilly for it’s March. He leans against her car, “I hear you need some help.”

Caroline crosses her arms, keeps her eyes glued to a point just over Klaus’ shoulder because she’s sure if she looks at him remembering will happen. She can’t have that right now. “Are you secretly into fixing up cars?”

She really can’t see it.

“No. But I have one that’s fully operational. Were you headed home?”

Caroline shakes her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when the wind whips it across her face. “No. My mom will have to work, and she doesn’t want to risk me picking up any of what she’ll bring home. I was going to hole up in my dad’s cabin.”

“I’ll drive you.”

She hadn’t expected that. “I can’t ask you to do drive that far! It’s like six hours.”

“I’m aware.” Klaus straightens, grabs the strap of the backpack she’d left on the hood of her car. “You didn’t ask. I’m offering.”

“Don’t you have to work?” She’s totally stalling, trying to think of another solution. She knows full well Klaus works as an illustrator, that he’s likely able to work from home.

“My hours are flexible.”

He lifts the bag, brows raised in question. “Is this everything?” He sounds surprised.

Caroline smiles, shifts uncomfortably. “Not exactly?” The backpack had only been outside the car because it contains road trip snacks and other immediate necessities. She’d crammed the backseat and the trunk with supplies. She’s been devouring the news, has fielded many worried calls from her parents. The Forbes family motto is that there’s no such thing as overpreparation. Caroline’s got food and water, has stolen a ton of toilet paper from the dorm bathroom even though she knows her parents keep the cabin well stocked.

If only her dumb car had cooperated.

Caroline opens her backdoor, glares when Klaus laughs. He’s not at all shamed. “I should have known.” He just sets her bag down, slips past her, pops open the hatch at the back of his SUV. “Luckily, I have plenty of room.”

He doesn’t even sound annoyed.

Klaus begins transferring her belongings to his vehicle, and Caroline stares dumbly for a few moments before she jolts into action and starts to help. “Thanks, Klaus. I do appreciate this. The dorms were supposed to be clear by noon. I have no idea where I would have stayed tonight.”

“I’m surprised there’s no tent in here,” Klaus teases.

Caroline glares playfully. She does not mention that she’d seriously considered buying one at Target.

Day Four:

Caroline [10:03 AM]:

How am I so bored already?

Katherine [10:04 AM]:

I have no idea why you’re complaining. I’m stuck with Elena and Jeremy. You have a fun thing you could be doing.

Katherine [10:04 AM]:

And by that I mean you should DO Klaus.

Caroline [10:05 AM]:

Yeah, totally got what you were going for there. Thanks.

Katherine [10:06 AM]:

You’re quarantining together. Your microbiome is already up in his microbiome’s business. Might as well have him take care of your boredom too.

Caroline [10:06 AM]:

I now fully understand why Elena’s the twin following in your dad’s footsteps.

Katherine [10:07 AM]:

Oooh, an insult. Have I touched a nerve?

Caroline [10:08 AM]:

Nope. Klaus and I are friends.

Katherine [10:08 AM]:

That’s not even convincing through text.

Have I taught you nothing?

 The thing is, Caroline hadn’t meant to ask Klaus to stay with her.

Kind of like she hadn’t meant to kiss him at that bonfire, hadn’t meant to have sex with him in his car, or invite him back to her place, or smuggle him out in the morning while her mom showered. It had all just kind happened.

It had all just felt too good to stop.

She hadn’t figured she’d end up trapped in a car with him a couple of months later.

It had been dark when they’d arrived at the cabin, and wolves hadn’t raised Caroline. She’d turned to Klaus, had insisted he spend the night. He’d thanked her, had pulled a small duffel bag and a laptop case from the backseat. Caroline had been surprised to see them, and Klaus had rushed to explain. Becoming adorably flustered in the process, “I’d planned to stop at my mother’s place. After dropping you off.”

“You should stay,” Caroline had said. As soon as the words were out, she’d found that she wanted him to. She’d started babbling, “Not just for tonight. I mean it. I bought a ton of food; my dad pays for good wi-fi. There’s only a couple of neighbors – Mrs. Braun will totally let us raid her garden if we offer to mow her lawn so we won’t get scurvy or anything. It’s probably safer than the city, right?”

Klaus’ response had been careful, his eyes studying her intently. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Caroline had swatted him with the back of her hand, “You think I’m being polite? Please. When have I ever been polite to you?”

He’d cracked a smile at that, “You know, I can’t quite remember.”

She’d figured that settled it. “Exactly. Do you mind starting to unpack? I just have to run around back and switch the power on.” Caroline had retrieved the keys for the front door from her backpack, had dropped them in Klaus’ hand. “Just set everything in the front hallway, we’ll deal with putting it all away when the lights are on.”

She hadn’t waited for a reply. She’d switched it on her flashlight, and sped around the side of the house.

She’d needed a minute to collect herself.

They’d crashed early, Caroline in her usual room, Klaus, in the teeny guest room. Day two had been awkward as they’d tried to navigate what cohabitating would mean. Caroline had busied herself with getting the cabin in order, Klaus had excused himself to work in the screened-in porch out back. They’d discovered neither of them were particularly adept at cooking. Luckily, plenty of the non-perishables Caroline had brought are idiot-proof.

Day three and four had been better; they’d managed to establish a routine. Had begun having conversations and not stilted silences.

It’s Friday, and Caroline’s curled up on the couch, her laptop balanced on her legs. She’s only half paying attention to her Zoom lecture. It’s her last class of the week, and she’s willing the minutes to tick by faster. She’s in her final year, has already been told she’ll graduate on time. She’s only participating in her classes because it’s not in her to half-ass anything. She cranes her neck back over the arm of the couch, can just see Klaus out the window, at the table where he prefers to work. He seems to be having more luck concentrating than she is, his head bent over his tablet and his hand moving swiftly.

He’s getting paid. Probably an excellent motivator.

He usually finishes up around the same time she does. They then attempt to make dinner – thanks to the internet and the vast array of recipes they’re able to find, they mostly manage to throw together something edible. They’ve been alternating who gets to pick the evening’s activities. The cabin’s stocked with board games, and they enjoy most of the same things on Netflix (and have a great time arguing when their tastes diverge).

Caroline’s grateful her lack of a filter had sprung up, that she’d blurted out the invite and that Klaus had accepted. She can’t imagine how insane she’d be going if she were alone.

Klaus glances over, catches her watching him. Caroline waves, rationalizing there’s no way to look away subtly. He waves back, bemusement on his face, and Caroline realizes she must look ridiculous, hanging off the couch as she is.

Oh well. Her options for entertainment are limited. And Klaus doesn’t seem to mind the attention.

Day Eight:

Caroline [9:03 AM]:

How are things in the Bennett-St. John household?

Bonnie [9:06 AM]:

Alright. We’re designing an indoor mini-golf course.

Caroline [9:07 AM]:

Oooh, that sounds fun. And reminds me there’s probably a croquet set in the shed.

Bonnie [9:07 AM]:

Don’t taunt me with your wide-open spaces.

Caroline [9:08 AM]:

Whoops, sorry. I can’t complain about the scenery.

Bonnie [9:08 AM]:

The lake or Klaus Mikaelson?

Caroline [9:09 AM]:

Honestly?

A little of column A, a LOT of column B.

Don’t tell Bekah.

“Hey, will I bug you if I’m out here while you’re working?”

Caroline’s class is cancelled and she’d found herself staring at the nearly chipped off nail polish on her toes. A quick rummage through the bathroom had found a bottle of remover and a few bottles of polish. They’re old, but after opening a few, Caroline had picked the least gloopy option. She decides it’s smart to do self-pedicure outside, no need to have chemical fumes lingering in the cabin.

Klaus stretches his arms above his head, “Go ahead. It’s your cabin. I am merely a guest.”

“I respect the space that you’ve claimed,” Caroline jokes, walking across the porch and sitting down on the steps, the wood warm from the sun. “How’s work?” she asks.

She hears the scrape of a chair, isn’t surprised when Klaus joins her. “Slow,” he replies, a touch frustrated. He leans back on his hands, tipping his face up into the sunlight.

“Sorry.”

“It might be for the best. It’s hard to concentrate.”

Caroline focuses on her toes, wets a cotton ball in polish remover, and gets to scrubbing. “If it’s me, or being here, you don’t have to stay, you know. I don’t want you to think you’re obligated to hang out with me.”

His shoulder knocks into hers, “When have I ever done anything solely because I’m obligated?”

She bites her lip to flatten her relieved smile. “True. You are notoriously cranky.”

“I resent that.”

Caroline fishes her polish out of her pocket, hands it over. “Can you shake this while you’re resenting?”

Klaus obliges her, is quiet for a long moment, the only sound the click-click of the polish bottle and the water hitting the dock. “Can I ask a serious question, love?”

She sneaks a look at Klaus, finds him staring out at the lake. They’ve kept things light and friendly – have argued about which famous Chris is the hottest, talked about their dream travel destinations. They’ve ranked the Fast and the Furious movies, chip flavors, desserts, and dozens of other increasingly silly things.

What they haven’t done is flirt. Or acknowledge basically anything they’ve shared in the past. Caroline had packed booze she’d stuffed it in the back of the pantry. She’s afraid of drunken loose lips, of her self control eroding.

“Sure.” Only a chicken would say no.

“Why didn’t you text me back?”

Caroline freezes. She’d kind of been expecting a profound question about the outside world. Not something personal. “What? When did you text me?”

“In January. January 2nd, to be precise.”

Well. That’s a revelation.

Caroline’s obliterated all of her old nail polish, but she keeps rubbing to have something to do. She’d figured the thing with Klaus was one time only, mostly because he hadn’t given any indication he’d wanted to see her again.

They lived in the same city. It wouldn’t have been hard.

Apparently, she’d been wrong, and it’s making her tongue-tied.

“I… never got a text. Since when do you even have my number?”

“Since I got my license and got stuck with chauffeur duty.”

She had totally forgotten about that. She and Rebekah had been 13. Klaus, at 16, had refused to be seen with them. Somehow, he had been made (probably bribed) to drive them to the mall in the next town at least once a month.  He had insisted they text when ready to go and then meet at the car. Caroline had gotten a cell phone first because her mother’s hours have always been unpredictable. Rebekah had been livid when Esther had made her wait for her 14th birthday. “I changed my number during my first year in college. Bad breakup.”

“I did not know that.”

Caroline’s not quite sure what to say. It makes sense that he wouldn’t have known about how messy things had gotten with Tyler. Klaus had gone to school in Chicago, had ended up closer afterward, once he’d graduated and found a job. She really has no desire to rehash said breakup. “It sucked at the time, but I had friends in my corner.”

She sets the cotton balls aside, reaches to take the polish back, but Klaus moves it further away. She glances over in question. “That position does not look comfortable.”

Caroline laughs, straightens her spine, and stretches out her legs, uncurling from the hunched up ball she’d been in. “It isn’t, but I’m used to it. Beauty is pain, right?”

Klaus seems unconvinced, but then he’s a man, has probably never waxed anything. “I’ll do it.”

He has to be joking, “Painted a lot of toes, have you?”

“No, but how hard could it be? I’ve worked with smaller brushes.”

Pedicures are one of Caroline’s favorite indulgences. One that’s unlikely to happen anytime soon. Klaus is right. It’s not rocket science and, if he messes it up, there’s no one around to see. She considers the best way to do this, stands and moves down to the grass. She sits down again, lies back. Lifts her foot to rest on Klaus’ bent knee. “I have no cash, so don’t expect a tip.”

His fingers brush over her ankle and she jerks, curling up to glare at him. Klaus’ expression is gloating. “Ticklish there? I’ll have to remember that.”

She considers asking him if he genuinely wants to risk her accidentally kicking him in their current position – it would probably end badly for his most delicate areas. She refrains as it’s too risky to bring his dick into the conversation.

No need to invite awkwardness.

Caroline smiles sweetly instead, “Could I have my sunglasses please?”

He hands them over, and she settles back, sliding them over her eyes. She lets Klaus reposition her foot, hopes he can’t see her watching him with her eyes covered. He unscrews the cap, examines the nail polish for a few moments like he’s judging the consistency. When he bends to begin painting, there’s a tiny line between his brows as he concentrates fully on the task.

It’s super endearing.

Caroline takes a deep breath, “For the record, I would have texted you back.”

Klaus eyes flick to her quickly, “Oh?”

“We didn’t talk about an after, so I just assumed there wouldn’t be one.” The words come out in a rush.

“To be fair, we didn’t talk much.” He’s smiling slightly, the curve of his lips distinctly pleased.

Klaus is undoubtedly correct – though they’d communicated insanely well with few words. Caroline hopes any pinkness that might have crept over her skin isn’t apparent in the sunlight. “There were more pressing… matters.” She kind of wants to slap herself in the face. Could she be any more of a dork?

At least Klaus doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ll have to get your new number.”

Very promising.

Day Twelve:

Caroline [8:46 PM]:

Hypothetically.

On a scale of 1-10.

If a friend of yours were into one of your brothers, how pissed would you be?

Rebekah [8:48 PM]:

At the moment, I am pissed about precisely two things.

One. You’ve forgotten that time differences exist.

It’s nearly 2 AM and I was ASLEEP.

 Caroline [8:49 PM]:

Crap. I’m so sorry!!!

Rebekah [8:49 PM]:

Two. You clearly think I’m an idiot.

You’ve had a thing for Klaus for a ridiculously long time.

Caroline [8:50 PM]:

Like all your friends had a thing for Klaus.

He’s very pretty.              

Rebekah [8:51 PM]:

Everyone else got over it. You didn’t.

Caroline [8:51 PM]:

Guilty.

Again, sorry. ☹

Rebekah [8:52 PM]:

Eh. Just don’t be gross in front of me.

And if things go wrong, keep me out of it.

Choosing would be impossible. I’d probably just have to kill both of you.

That’s an awful lot of digging.

You know how I feel about manual labour.

Caroline [8:54 PM]:

Aw, look at your gooey marshmallow center!

Rebekah [8:54 PM]:

Are you really pushing it right now?

Caroline [8:55 PM]:

You’re right. I love you!

And thanks

Rebekah [8:56 PM]:

Of course you do.

I’m fantastic.

Goodnight.

Caroline yanks her sweaty t-shirt off when she walks into the cabin. She’s been going for evening runs, has pushed herself harder than usual, and stayed out for longer.

She’s got general anxiety about the state of the world, and she and Klaus have been breaking the no-flirting rules. Like, a lot. It’s become more than just words as the days go add up. Now it’s brushing against each other in the kitchen, her legs in his lap when they watch TV. His fingers have taken to drawing patterns on her skin. First just her shins, but he’s moved up each night, shooting her a questioning look every time he’d crept a few inches higher.

Last night he’d finally moved past her knees. She’d parted her thighs, but he hadn’t taken the invitation. She’d had to excuse herself early, had tossed and turned miserably for most of the night.

She’s been leery of taking care of her tension herself. She’d packed sex toys (only practical when one was planning on self-isolating), but they’re still tucked away in her suitcase because the walls are thin and she’d die of mortification if Klaus were to overhear her masturbating.

She wipes down her chest, yanks her hair out of its ponytail. She breathes deeply, hears the shower running. “Screw it,” she mutters, racing to her bedroom. Klaus swims in the evening, showers, and then goes to bed.

She’ll just have to be quiet.

She faces a small dilemma. Caroline’s not sure how much power the rechargeables will have. She doesn’t trust herself not to go climb in Klaus’ bed if she were to get halfway to coming and then have the toy die. So, Caroline goes for an old favorite. She groans when she realizes she’d forgotten to pack batteries.

A quick trip to the kitchen, a rummage through the junk drawer, yields a solution.

Unfortunately, her luck runs out.

Klaus opens his door – inconveniently directly across from the bathroom, just as Caroline’s heading for the shower. There’s a towel slung over her shoulder, a vibrator in one hand (it’s neon pink – hard to miss), and a handful of batteries in the other.

It’s not hard to connect the dots, and Klaus is far from stupid.

Caroline’s horrified but her feet won’t move. The urge to shut her eyes and pray to a hole in the ground magically opens and swallows her is strong. She can’t quite manage it, however. Not with the way Klaus is looking at her.

He appears a little surprised. But there’s no embarrassment or disgust. No, it’s all intrigue and obvious want.

His hungry eyes drag over her sweat-slick skin, his hands clutch at the doorframe, arms tense like he’s finding it hard not to move closer. “Hi,” Caroline manages, after a painfully long silence.

He exhales slowly, tongue wetting his lower lip. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go out and build a fire. But it seems as if you have other plans.”

Caroline can’t see how she can deny that. “Um. Kinda? But…”

Klaus moves, into the hallway, jaw tense. “But?” he repeats.

She’s rarely impulsive. With Klaus, when she’s managed it, it’s always been a good thing. She gathers her courage, takes a step, until there’s only a whisper of space between them. “But they don’t have to be solo plans.”

“Good,” he rasps. Then his hand is buried in her damp hair, and his lips crash into hers. Klaus yanks her into his room, kissing her deeply. His mouth is hot and demanding. Caroline grips his shoulders and does her best to keep up, moans when his teeth tug on her lower lip. His tongue rubs against hers when his hips do, he grips her ass and encourages her to move against him harder. Caroline pulls back with a gasp, a possible issue nagging at her. “Wait, I’m all gross and sweaty. Shouldn’t I…”

Klaus makes a low noise of denial, mouth landing on her neck. His tongue tastes her skin, “You are the farthest thing from gross, and you absolutely should not go anywhere.”

His teeth scrape against a spot that’s always been sensitive, his thigh pressing between hers. Caroline finds that she has no desire to call for a halt, even a temporary one. She’s also finding it frustrating that her hands are full.

The stumble to a stop, Klaus sits heavily on the bed, pulling Caroline into his lap. He licks the divot between her collarbones, and his hands frantically tug at her sports bra. Caroline laughs breathlessly, leaning away and fumbling for the nightstand. “I need to put this down.”

“Mmm, but not away,” Klaus murmurs and Caroline’s stomach clenches at the promise unspoken there. She sets the toy and the batteries down, careful to make sure they’re not going to roll away. Klaus’ hands remain greedy and distracting – one now cupping her breast, his thumb encouraging her nipple to tighten into a sensitive little peak. She claws at his shirt, he obligingly pulls it off, his skin shivers when she drags her palms over his abs. He pinches her nipple, rolls it roughly. Caroline moans, hips grinding down. “Take your bra off,” he demands.

Caroline reaches behind her, unhooks the clasp. She has to cross her arms and grip the bottom, wriggles as she pulls the clingy fabric up and off. Klaus hisses out a breath, and his hands land on her hips, moving her in circles against his stiffening cock. The bed thumps against the wall as they move together urgently. His head dips to suck her nipple into his hot mouth, and Caroline’s kind of amazed at how fast she’s climbing.

Her breaths come quickly; her body is clenching and relaxing, pleasure building even as an ache grows, low and insistent. She knows she’s wet, and she sinks a hand into Klaus’ hair, leaning in so his bare chest presses to hers as she bears down harder. “Touch me,” she says, doesn’t even care that it’s whiny.

Klaus rolls them, and Caroline sprawls back on the bed, lifting her hips when he rips down her shorts and underwear. He’s back over her quickly, tight against her side, and his hand glides over her stomach. Caroline whimpers when he cups her gently, arching against his hand and widening her thighs. She twists her head to look at him, reaches down to grab his wrist. She fits her fingers over his, presses down, rubbing into her folds, in circles over her clit. “Don’t tease me. Not now. I’m so close.”

He kisses her shoulder, makes a soft shushing sound. “I’ve got you, love.” He strokes her entrance, and Caroline moans, stomach fluttering in anticipation. He starts with one, adds another when she gasps out a plea for more. She circles her clit with her slick fingertips, kisses him again in hopes of silencing the worst of her gasps and moans.

Klaus swallows the sounds greedily until her thighs are shaking; the rest of her body drawn tight as she strains to come. “So pretty,” he murmurs, and his free hand slips under her body. His fingers sink deep and he pauses. Caroline cries out, rolls over onto her side at his urging, her body pliant. She reaches for her clit again, mindless with how badly she needs to come. Klaus blocks her, the heel of his hand rubbing lightly, keeping her right on the edge. His fingers curl inside her, stroking her walls in almost the exact perfect spot. He’s hot against her back, manages to shove his sweats down. “I want to feel you come, Caroline. Would you like that?”

She nods, “Yes. Yes, yes…”

Caroline moans when she feels his cock slip between her thighs, nudging against her folds. She draws her leg up, giving him more room to move.

“So good,” Klaus praises, the words hot and breathless against the back of her neck. He corrects the angle, pushing deep, and Caroline gasps out his name, her hand yanking at the sheets. He pulls out slowly, enters her with a swift, firm thrust. Then again. He’s got an arm banded around her hips so she can’t move much, but he’s filling her so freaking perfectly Caroline doesn’t care.

Klaus strokes her clit every time he withdraws, a hot little strum that sends sparks shooting to her every nerve. Caroline comes quickly, loudly, shaking in his arms. Klaus keeps going, prolonging her pleasure, and it’s a surprise when she comes again. Klaus groans roughly, his hips locked to hers as he jerks. He’s quiet, panting behind her as his body jerks.

His lips drag over her skin, Caroline tangles their fingers together and flexes her toes. “We should have done that days ago.”

His laugh shakes them both, “I am in perfect agreement.”

She winces a little as he pulls out, their release sticky on her thighs. Klaus leans over her for the box of tissues on the nightstand. He hands a few over, and Caroline busies herself with a quick clean up. She doesn’t notice that Klaus has grabbed her vibrator until she hears him fumbling with the batteries.

Caroline has no objections to a second round.

She balls the tissues up, wraps a clean one around the mess. Uses another to wipe her hands. Rolls to face Klaus, brows raised in question. “Whatcha doing?”

He’s managed to load the batteries in, is clicking through the speeds contemplatively. He smiles wickedly. “Any objection to a little teasing now that we’ve taken the edge off?”

A new rush of arousal flares hot and Caroline squirms, squeezing her thighs together. “Nope. And, just generally speaking, no objection to teasing at all.”

“We’ll discuss that later. At length. Up on your knees, if you please.”

Caroline goes with it – she’d pretty much just asked him to take the lead. She isn’t expecting Klaus to tell her to grip the headboard. Nor for him to slip onto his back and urge her to throw her thigh over his chest.

Can’t even think of arguing, or of being self-conscious, when he sets to buzzing toy to her clit in slow lazy swirls.

It’s probably a good thing she hadn’t bothered to shower. Klaus joins her for one sometime around 2:00 AM; she only would have wasted water.

Day Twenty:

Katherine [2:21 PM]:

Been a couple of days, CareBear.

Either you’ve been eaten by a mountain lion.

Or you’ve taken my advice.

Do I need to call animal control or park rangers or something?

Caroline [4:01 PM]:

You do not.

I’m fine.

Katherine [4:02 PM]:

Darn. Park rangers are probably hot.

Mmm. Uniforms.

Caroline [4:02 PM]:

I am touched by your concern for my well-being.

Truly.

Katherine [4:03 PM]

Don’t be dramatic.

Pretty sure that’s the longest it’s ever taken you to answer a text.

So I’m assuming you’re better than fine.

Caroline [4:04 PM]:

While I HATE to admit you’re right.

I’m actually pretty freaking great.

Katherine [4:05 PM]:

Yeah. Klaus is annoying.

But his mouth looks like it would be a treat.

Caroline [4:05 PM]:

I’m not going to get graphic.

Katherine [4:06 PM]:

Boo!

Caroline [4:06 PM]:

But it REALLY is.

Katherine [4:06 PM]:

Ugh. You lucky bitch.

Klaus’ eyes open slowly, and he pulls her closer. “Did you just flick me?” he mumbles sleepily.

Caroline would feel bad about interrupting his nap but she needs to pee. They’re in the twin bed in her room (not the comfiest location but they’d been swimming in the lake and had developed an urgent need for privacy). Klaus is on the outside, half on top of her. Totally being a bed hog. She jabs his calf with her toes. “Unless you want me to shove you off, you need to move.”

“That would be a heinous breach of etiquette, sweetheart. Poor form for a hostess.”

She flicks him again, catching his earlobe and Klaus twitches. “None of the things I’ve done to you are outlined in any book on good manners, and I haven’t heard you complaining.”

“Mmm, no. And I do hope you’ll do all of them again.” His words are slurred, voice a little dreamy. Caroline feels a rush of affection. She only resists cuddling closer because her bladder is so demanding. She pokes his side, and Klaus grumbles but shifts off of her. He makes another noise of protest when she climbs over his back.

She tickles him, dancing away with a laugh when he jerks and his hand grabs for her. “Don’t fall all the way asleep. We have to make dinner. An actual proper meal.”

They’ve been subsisting mostly on snacks. Caroline’s not sure about the scientific merit of Katherine’s microbiome comments, but hers is now thoroughly all up in Klaus’.

“Demanding,” Klaus mutters, half into the pillow.

“You like it,” Caroline sing songs, leaving the room.

He’s in the kitchen by the time she’s out of the bathroom.

Kind of proving her right.

Day Twenty-Nine:

Mom [12:12 PM]:

I’m so glad you’re doing well, honey.

Thank Klaus for me.

I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly so upbeat if you didn’t have a friend with you.

 Caroline chokes on her lemonade, and Klaus is right there, patting her back and whisking her sandwich out of the splash zone. She shoves her phone at him, leaning over and trying to catch her breath. Can her mom be that clueless?

Though, to be fair, she’d thoroughly enjoyed (and abused, oops) the good sheriff’s trust in high school. Klaus passes her a bottle of water once she’s stopped gasping, his lips pressed tightly together like he’s trying not to laugh. Caroline tosses the cap at him and takes a sip. “Less smugness, please.”

“I think that I, as your most excellent friend, who’s keeping you sane, much to your mother’s relief, can be a little smug.” He’s slid closer to her on the couch.

Her voice is still rough when she snaps, “Were not friends, and you fucking know it.”

“Language,” Klaus teases, his palm resting on her knee. “But, yes. I am well aware that we’re not friends. I rarely spend months spinning sexual fantasies about my friends.”

“Or days at a time naked with them.”

“Also true.”

They haven’t had the define the relationship talk. Caroline’s been working up to it. Maybe post choking isn’t ideal, but she can’t resist such an easy setup. “I expect dates eventually, you know. Nice restaurants. Movies. Maybe bowling, to check if you’re cool with being beaten by a girl at a form of sports ball and not just board games.”

“I maintain that you cheat.”

Sometimes, board game nights get heated. They’ve begun playing for sexual favors, and Caroline almost doesn’t mind losing.

Almost.

“I maintain that until you can prove cheating, you need to stop complaining about it.”

He manages not to start that argument again. Caroline’s impressed. “Have you mentioned our not-friendship to your friends?” He says it very casually. Too evenly.

Caroline’s familiar enough with gnawing insecurities to recognize the signs, even if Klaus is excellent at masking them. “Yep!” she chirps, leaning into him. “Kat’s been encouraging me to jump your bones since the beginning. Bon’s taken the sage ‘I knew it all along’ approach. Elena’s a little confused, but that’s normal. And do you think I would have risked Bekah’s wrath by not checking her feelings on this?”

Klaus has relaxed, comfortably pressed all along the side of her body. He drapes an arm over her shoulder, “Perhaps I like Katerina more than I thought.”

Caroline strenuously doubts that, but she’s not going to question it. If Klaus has no objection to dates (plural!), he must be thinking long term too. He’ll have to learn to tolerate her friends. Or at least fake it reasonably well.

“I’ll have to ease my mother into it. She did escort you home, while on duty, on at least one occasion.”

Klaus isn’t a blusher, but his eyes flit to the ceiling, very intent on a corner that’s not at all interesting. He sounds sulky when he replies, “It was only one time. And I was seventeen. It shouldn’t count against me.”

She doesn’t mention that she got her champion grudge holder abilities from her mother. No need to make Klaus nervous. There’s no reason for him to be.

Caroline’s all in. That’s what matters.

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Pleaseeeee continue your Klaroline Drabble of maiden Caroline and newly turned Klaus!!

Follow up to this minidrabble

XXX

“Mother agreed to turn you.”

Caroline doesn’t look up. She sits against the wall of that cave, staring into nothing. Her heartbeat has stopped racing whenever he comes in, though, he will take this as a good sign.

“To make me like you?” she asks.

Klaus takes a few steps closer, so that he can kneel down in front of her. He needs her to know… He needs her to know nothing has changed about this. About how he feels about her. About how he wants her to be his wife. Perhaps keeping her trapped here isn’t the best solution, but he needs her to safe and he can’t trust that his siblings will have enough self-control to be near her.

“Only if you say yes,” he says, looking right into his eyes. “You were going to say yes today, weren’t you? Say yes to being mine.”

“To being your wife!” she snaps. “Not to becoming a… A monster!”

Her words stings, but he refuses to let it show. Instead, he reaches out to touch her cheek. Klaus can’t help but smile when she instinctively leans into his touch.

“Do you hate me now, then?”

Caroline looks at him, eyes filled with tears. Her lips part and close again — once, twice. No words come out. Like she can’t force herself to say that simple ‘yes’, to lie to him about this.

Klaus leans in, his nose brushes against hers. This time, her breathing does quicken, but he is certain it has nothing to do with fear.

“Do you despise me? If I were to kiss you, would you be disgusted? If I were to touch you like I did in the woods, would you want me to stop? Just tell me so, my love. Tell me so, and I will leave you be.”

It’s her who breaks the distance, he thinks, though it’s hard to be sure. What truly matters, however, is that suddenly their lips are touching and he is kissing her like he has never kissed her before. Hungry and wanting, yes. But also like he is making a promise.

“Klaus,” she breathes, her hands cupping his cheeks. “I’m scared.”

“I know, sweet one,” he soothes. “But it will be okay. All will be fine, as long as we’re together. Think about it, please. We can learn to control our beasts… We’ll be immortal, you and I. We will leave this place and go somewhere far from here… Think of all we will live together.”

Her thumbs caress his skin. Behind her eyes, the gears are already turning as she starts to consider the possibilities.

Not all is lost, it seems.

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“Is that my shirt?” + campfire kiss

Caroline is sitting by the fire, legs tucked into her chest as her arms embrace them.

It’s cold. She should probably be inside their magically heated tent, drinking a cup of hot chocolate and reading a book. But Klaus is out there, somewhere. And she knows that werewolves are powerful creatures and the chance of him being harmed are slim.

Still… She can’t help but worry. Perhaps it’s strange to think of her husband’s werewolf side as his harmless one, but she feels more at ease when he is conscious and able to cast spells with a half a thought.

She holds his wand on her hands, hoping it’ll give her some comfort, her own tucked into her pocket. She’s wearing his Henley and it smells like him and she really wishes dawn would just break and he would come back to her. He has too many enemies for her not to worry.

Plus, she is too used to having him by her side to sleep all alone. Not when her brain will not shut up and let her relax.

Slowly, though, time passes. The sky becomes lighter and lighter until the stars — and most importantly, the moon — disappear. Caroline can’t help the smile on her face as she hears the rustling of leaves, the steps she recognizes as his.

Klaus smiles, too, when he sees her. Her eyes immediately scan his body for injuries… and just for her own enjoyment. He does look good with those pants hanging low on his hips and nothing else.

“Morning, love,” he says as he moves to sit beside her, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips. Her heart skips a beat even at that. “Is that my shirt?”

Caroline rolls her eyes at the smugness in his voice. She literally married him, but it doesn’t seem he’ll ever stop being full of himself whenever she offers him proof that she likes him. The idiot.

“It’s comfortable,” she says, lying her head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around her. “And it smells like you,” she adds with a yawn.

He chuckles pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her eyes are already closing.

mini-drabbles night! check the rules :)

[sunshineandfangs]

Crawl

From upcoming one-shot Hell, Inc.

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She’d been in a foul mood since Elijah had informed her that she was being given a new charge, his normally neutral expression clearly leaning toward exasperation when he’d told her about Klaus’s newest toy. At the time, Caroline had been curious as to why Elijah seemed so on edge. Klaus lured in his demon pets with the same pretty words he bestowed on his human prey, promising them power if they could just follow his will. He made it sound so simple. He’d pull their puppet strings and watch them struggle to meet his demands with a sadistic smirk, and Caroline had gotten used to watching them fade in and out, never lasting long.

Klaus had a habit of picking proteges she disliked, his choices designed to grate on her nerves and lure her into letting the darkest parts of herself emerge to stake her claim. It was a game they played, a unique sort of foreplay that only developed after five thousand years of only having so many kinks available in the world. They’d had a fight a decade before, one that was explosive enough to shake the earth above them. They’d taken a break. She’d spat the word out much too easily, knowing Klaus would wait until she calmed and approach her with his charm and wit they’d talk it out like the very old adults they were and it would be fine.

But then he hadn’t. She knew he wanted her, that he was holding off to make a point, to make her seethe and see her stubborn streak he so enjoyed coaxing out, and now they were at a stalemate.

And then he found Stefan. Stefan who was a specific sort of infuriating that made her wish she had the authority to assign torture. He was condescending and smug with a thin layer of benevolent sexism to plausibly cover his complete disdain for her. Everything she hated in a person Klaus had managed to find in one solidly garbage soul. Klaus let the little creep think he was different. Let him think he’d replaced her. He was too stupid to realize that he was a specifically chosen pawn. Klaus indulged his whims and let him make her life harder without any punishment, let him think he was an exception by simply flashing a feigned dimpled smile at him and letting Stefan’s ego do the rest to construct his deluded fantasy that Klaus had chosen him.

It made her skin crawl just thinking about it.

Guess a word and if it’s in one of my WIPs I’ll post a snippet containing it (and if it’s not I’ll try to find somewhere to write it in)

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"why are you so jealous?" and Caroline is the jealous one pretty please btw I love everything you write so much

“I don’t like her.”

Klaus doesn’t hide his smile; it makes her scoff at him, her hands curling into fists. She is so angry and she doesn’t even know why — or well, she does. But it is so silly, really. She knows it’s stupid. But she can’t help it.

“Do you want me to give you her head?” Klaus offers casually, no looking up from his sketch. A part of her wants to say ‘yes’, just to see if he would do it.

She lets out a heavy breath, though, nails digging into her palm. “No. I just want you to–”

Caroline stops herself. She doesn’t know what she wants him to do. She will never be the kind of person who says her boyfriend (or well, love of her freaking immortal life) should stay away from a girl just because she doesn’t like her. But Camille gets on her nerves. The way she dismisses Caroline’s presence, as if she’s nothing more than a temporary distraction. How she feels way too comfortable with Klaus… And seeing her touch him today made her blood boil.

“To what?” Klaus prompts, now paying more attention, his eyes looking at her and seeing too much, like they always do. “I don’t understand it, sweetheart. Why are you so jealous?”

And she wants to tell him that she’s not. But she can’t even lie to herself about that. Perhaps she wouldn’t be, if all the things Camille seems to think of her aren’t things she thought herself.

“I don’t know,” she confesses.

Klaus shakes his head, putting his sketchbook aside as he moves closer to her on the couch. And she expects softness or sweet admissions of his love as he tells her she has nothing to worry about…. But instead, Klaus grabs her chin, forces her to look at him.

“Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my affections?” he says, voice quiet and dangerous. She shakes her head. “Good. Let me make myself clear, Caroline. You are mine. Perhaps you are deluding yourself, thinking that maybe one day I will let you go… But I will not. Not ever. Do you understand?”

Caroline feels a chill running down her spine. She shouldn’t enjoy the way he speaks this much. “Yes.”

He smiles. “Good girl. But perhaps you need a reminder?”

“A reminder?” she asks, unmasked excitement in her eyes. Any thoughts of anyone else long forgotten.

“That this is forever,” he vows before his lips find hers.

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So like idk how long ago you wrote it but... could there please be a continuation of the Drabble about klaroline with the scar soulmate au? And like she thinks she’s going crazy bc the marks disappear as fast they appear. I really enjoyed it! If you don’t that’s fine! Thank you for writing it in the first place. I hope quarantine is okay

Follow up to this.

XXX

This wasn’t how she thought meeting her mate would go.

That he would try to kill all her friends… and then kidnap her. Actually break her neck and take her away so that she woke up in a strange room. Well… At least it was an actual room and not some cold dungeon. Knowing his reputation, it wouldn’t surprise her.

But now there they were. She was his prisoner, sitting on the edge of the bed he had given her, and he was sitting on an armchair, looking at her like he didn’t know what to say.

“At least now I know because I never got any new ones,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I thought I was going crazy when some showed up and disappeared. I’d apologize for my scrapped knees if you weren’t a psycopath.e

The corner of his lips twitched. “I was surprised. A thousand years without one, and then a small fleck of blue on my arm nearly 18 years ago. I wondered where you were, what you were doing. Could tell you were safe enough, few scars. Normal ones… Until a few months ago, that was.”

Caroline looked away. “What? Were you suddenly concerned for me?” She scoffed.

“When I saw the bite marks? Yes,” he replied, no emotion in his voice. “It’s strange, the matebond… I didn’t even knew who you were, but I knew you were being hurt. I tried to find a witch that could tell me where you were… But mates magic is different. No witch can temper with it. Even for a locator spell.”

She met his eyes. It surprised her to know that he seemed to be telling her the truth. She remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Klaus just continued. “Of course it does. I knew you had been turned when these scars disappeared and the others didn’t… Had to watch myself more closely to see if you were safe, as the new ones disappeared too quickly. You seemed to be fairing well enough. I do apologize, though, for not having found your earlier.”

Caroline felt a little knot on her throat. She wasn’t sure why she cared that he had tried to find her. He was a monster, he was dangerous. “It doesn’t matter now.”

When he smiled, however, she realized that he might very well be those things, but he wouldn’t be dangerous to her. And that his monstruous side could very well come in hand.

“Of course it does. Now we get revenge.”

mini-drabbles night! check the rules :)

[sunshineandfangs]

Minidrables: WILD HEARTS or ALIEN AU EITHER BOTH!!!

Technically just a sneak peek of part 2 (or whatever part this ends up being lol)

XXX

Klaus gestured for her to go in first. She did.

And she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it certainly hadn’t been this.

Paintings. Dozens of them.

“You– You made these?” she asked, a little breathlessly. They were… stunning. Landscapes, most of them. Of mountains and pink skies. Of cities in dark purple nights. Of cafes and buildings and parks and people. His home planet. He was showing it to her.

The paintings were different from anything she had ever seen before. The colors more vibrant, more alive, than any on Earth.

“Do you like them?” he asked.

Caroline turned her head to look at him. She had never seen or heard him so unsure before… She had thought it was impossible for him to be anything but confident and arrogant at all times. But there was a vulnerability in his eyes now, and she knew that this wasn’t… He didn’t show this to just anyone.

“Like them?” she breathed, shaking her head. “They are beautiful, Klaus. Really.”

His smile was almost shy as he walked closer to her, ducking his head like he was just a boy and she was just a girl and all this was easy and simple and right.

“Thank you,” he said. He meant it.

She smiled, too, turning to look back at his paintings. She took a few steps around the room, trying to get a good look at each of them. Klaus followed her closely, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was anxious. As if waiting for her to find something she disliked, as if waiting for her to look at him and say that she hated all of this.

But how could she? He had made them. And they were so…

Something caught her eyes. Hidden, in the back, a painting… The ink that caught her attention was like melted gold. But as she approached it, she realized that the quality of the ink wasn’t the most surprising thing about it.

It was her.

Her golden hair. Her blue eyes. Her nose. Her lips. Her face. Her.

And she looked… He had made her look… Beautiful. She was smiling, happy. She could see it in her own eyes, staring back at her like she was staring in the mirror.

“Klaus.” It was all she could say.

“Do you like it?” he asked again. He didn’t sound unsure, this time. But that was because he didn’t betray any emotion at all. His face was cold and distant as he looked at her.

A mask, she thought. Because it would hurt him more if she didn’t like this one.

“I don’t… Why? Why would you paint me? Like this… I don’t understand.”

But she was starting to think that she did.

mini-drabbles night! check the rules :)

[sunshineandfangs]

Try #2, because the last one had a weird read more problem.

I listened to Last Kiss by Taylor Swift and got a little emo, okay? Hopeful ending, but real angsty on the way. Canon-compliant as much as I know how, because I didn’t watch a single episode of TO.

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The burn in her lungs was familiar when she woke, every breath painful and heavy, dragging spikes across the insides of her ribs. The room was dark, but she’d lived at the boarding house long enough to know exactly where she was. Her mind was sluggish, her memories fuzzy. The last thing she could recall was tattling about Klaus’s unforgivably stupid plan to Elijah and agreeing on a course of action before heading back to get the girls ready to help out. She’d blacked out as soon as she’d entered the house.

The tiny window peeking out of the only part of the wall above ground was completely dark, and she choked back a sob as she immediately realized what that must have meant. The ritual had most likely been done at this point, though whether the plan carried out was hers or Klaus’s wouldn’t be clear until she escaped, and she had a feeling that she couldn’t shake that things hadn’t turned out the way she wanted.

She had no doubt of who was behind knocking her out and locking her up. Ric could hold a grudge, and he hadn’t danced around the fact that he thought her feelings for Klaus were impacting her judgment. She’d been much more understanding with him than she should have been, and she had no doubt that if Ric had his way, her payment for coddling his hurt feelings would be Klaus’s corpse.

She’d just managed to pull herself to her feet when the door to the basement opened and she saw Ric in the doorway, giving her what she was sure was supposed to be an understanding smile. He’d never quite gotten out of the habit of condescending to her despite her now being in her late thirties–something she suspected had to do with him having been her teacher–but she’d never found it more infuriating than she did at this moment.

“What the hell, Ric?”

She’d come pretty close to killing him multiple times over the last sixteen years, generally for things involving diaper changes or because he’d never seemed to learn how to clean up after himself, and she always had to remind herself that the girls would be upset.

“He’s gone,” Alaric said softly. “Caroline, I’m—“

“You locked me up to stop me from saying goodbye. You do not get to say you’re sorry,” she hissed, her eyes hot as tears gathered at her lashes. “How fucking dare you—“

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