#klaroline fics

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

I don't knwo if you've heard of this, but on instagram, there are a lot of people doing those kind of trigger!people video skits, like pick-me girls and toxic girl best friends, guys who think every one wants to date them, etc etc. Anyway, i w as watching one of those for 'work wives' and i would love to see a kc drabble based on that if youre still taking requests! like klaus/caroline getting all jealous when they see teh other getting flirted with. thanks!

Hi, nonnie! I have seen one or two that have popped up on my feed, but I've never really given thought to that as a klaroline drabble up till now! You're right, this made for a great idea, hope you like it!

xxx

Caroline smiled at Klaus’s assistant, who grinned back tiredly. “Hey, Caroline. Surprise visit?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding up the bag of sushi she had picked up. “Thought I'd pop by for lunch.”

“He’s in a meeting, but he’ll be done in five minutes, do you want to wait inside?”

“Sure.”

“I'll just put a call for him through, and you—”

“Sophie, call Klaus and tell him to meet for lunch,” said a snotty voice beside her, and Caroline stiffened. She turned her head to see a tall blonde woman leaning over Sophie’s desk, watching her as she raised an eyebrow.

“Um, actually, Camille, Caroline here was going to meet Klaus for lunch, she’s going to wait inside—”

The woman whipped her head around to look at Caroline, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?”

“I'm the wife of the man you demanded to meet for lunch, who are you?” Caroline snapped.

The woman laughed. “Oh, you're the wife.”

The wife? Excuse her.

She smiled. “Sorry, I've never seen you here before. I nearly forgot Klaus was married.”

Oh, she did, did she? How convenient.

The woman continued blithely. “It’s just that, we meet every single day, and though he talks about you, I've never seen your face.”

This woman was clearly stupid and blind. If she met Klaus every day how had she not noticed the photos of her on his desk?

“Who are you?” Caroline repeated, cutting her off.

“Oh, my name is Camille. Klaus hasn’t mentioned me? I'm what the people call his,” Camille winked, causing Caroline’s blood to boil, “work wife.”

“Literally no one calls you that, Camille,” Sophie droned monotonously, her eyes fixed on the computer screen before her.

Camille gritted her teeth and turned back to Caroline. “Like I said,” she smiled. “Work wife. We have lunch every single day, but it’s…nice, that you’ve popped by. Gives us the chance to get to know each other.”

Oh, like hell was she going to eat lunch with this bitch. Caroline was going kill her if she had to spend more time with her.

“Actually, this was going to be like a date thing.” Caroline smiled at her, the same fake smile she had perfected during her years as cheerleading captain in high school.

Camille’s smile turned brittle. “Oh, don’t worry, Klaus and I have a few things to discuss anyway, we’ll be done soon. This is important, I'm sure you understand.”

Um, no, she does not fucking understand. What was the bitch’s problem?

“Mr Mikaelson!” Sophie called out, her tone relieved. “Thank god you're—I mean, your wife is here.”

“I can see that, Sophie, thank you.” Klaus’s smile is broad, and he walks over to where she’s standing briskly, leaning down to give her a long kiss. “Hello, love,” he grinned. “Fancy meeting you here. Can't say I'm disappointed. I have missed you.”

Caroline’s annoyance melted at his adoring smile. “So did I. So I brought lunch, hope that’s okay. I finished my reports and my boss told me to go home since I've logged more hours than I have to for the week.”

“My wife, ever the overachiever,” Klaus teased, kissing her on the lips once again. “I'd love to have lunch, my meeting just ended—”

“Actually, Klaus, we have those reports to get to, remember?” Camille’s snotty voice tore her out of her happiness bubble, and before she could retort, Klaus turned to her, placing his hand on the small of Caroline’s back.

“We can get to those later, Camille, I haven’t seen Caroline in ages, I want to have lunch with her.”

“I can stay, if that’s what you want. We can get those done faster anyway.”

“Later, Camille.” Klaus’s tone booked no argument and Caroline couldn’t resist flashing Camille the smuggest look she could muster up as she and Klaus turned around and walked into his office.

.

.

.

“I'm so sorry I don’t have much time, but it’s lovely to see you, sweetheart, and I intent to make the mo—”

Caroline cut him off with a swift kiss, standing on her tiptoes and giggling against his lips when he made a surprised sound. “That was nice,” he said dazedly when she pulled away, walking over to his desk to perch herself up on it as she opened the cartons of takeout, sliding one over to him as he sat down in his chair. “Any occasion?”

Caroline scoffed. “Do I need an occasion to make out with my very hot husband?”

Klaus smirked. “I suppose not. Is there, however?”

“No,” Caroline replied, affronted. “Who’s the bitch who keeps flirting with you?” came the mumbled addition after five seconds.

Klaus looked at her, amused. “Ah. You met Camille.”

“Hell yeah, I met Camille,” Caroline muttered, stabbing her sushi with a chopstick. “She called herself your work wife. What the fuck is that?”

Klaus sighed. “I honestly don’t know why she keeps calling herself that, no one calls her that. Besides, you don’t need to get upset, I only have one wife, whom I love very much,” he added, winking at Caroline.

Caroline couldn’t resist the small smile that spread across her face at his statement, and looked down into the box to hide her blush. “You eat lunch with her every day?” She couldn’t help but ask, hating that her voice sounded so small.

Klaus smiled, stood up and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Caroline, sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Camille’s just a colleague.”

“I know that, I trust you!” Caroline protested. “It’s just that…she gets to see you for so long every day, and I only see you when you get home and in the morning—”

“And I miss you every day. And I eat lunch with a big group of people, love, not just her. She’s just being petty because she likes me.”

Caroline scoffed, shoving him lightly. “You're so full of yourself.”

“Not to worry, I do like it when you become jealous,” Klaus said cheerfully.

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “I'm not jealous.”

“Like I said, love, it’s very entertaining. And arousing,” he added shamelessly, coughing when she kicked him lightly under the table.

Caroline hummed. “Oops.”

Klaus shook his head amusedly. “The things I let you get away with.”

“Because you love me.”

“That I do, so very much,” he sighed, kissing her shoulder.

xxx

Hope you liked it!

[thereideffects]

klaus x caroline fic recs please

[galvanizedfriend]

It has just been brought to my attention (thanks, @deehellcat!) that someone by the pen name of J.D Geraghty and Plush Books has copied one of my fics and published it as an original book on Amazon. I was told it was We'll Always Have New Orleans, but I couldn't actually find that one on their list. I did find The Wolf, though. They didn't change anything, even the summary is the same (even the font on the "cover").

This person has HUNDREDS of books on Amazon. On the supernatural/vampires/werewolves section alone I saw other KC stories, even one I recognized by @willowaus (being sold on print form as well). So I highly suggest that anybody with published fics out there, be it on tumblr, wattpad, AO3, anything, check this person's profile on Amazon. A quick twitter search showed me they've been identified as stealing stuff from other fandoms as well. There are definitely some Teen Wolf and other Vampire Diaries stuff there. Some of it seems to be rather recent (The Wolf was published on Amazon this November). They've also published some of this stuff on Barnes and Noble.

I am trying to figure out how to file a plagiarism complaint on Amazon. The form is not really that intuitive, so I'm not sure how to do it exactly. If anybody has dealt with this before and has any idea on how to address it, I'm all ears. I would really love some tips on how to procede here, because I have no clue and am kind of in shock right now.

Also, would really appreciate a reblog here so that other authors out there might become aware of their stories being stolen.

[allthebestnamesweretaken]

Every time I hear the quote “…she was his Queen. And God help anyone who dared disrespect his Queen” I immediately think of Klaroline

Now I wanna read a fic with this theme. Recs pleaseeeeee

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

every couple of years I remember that julie plec made a character tell another character that “he was your first love, I intend to be your last” and then just fucked me personally over forever?? by not having them end up together?? ever??

[cupcakemolotov]

Ex's and Oh's

I have finally finished a thing, but honestly, with the 2023 has shaped up, this is a triumph! Happy Holidays, all.

Summary: Caroline's return to New Orleans is a little less triumphant than she'd like. There is a dead body in her trunk and a magical artifact in her passenger seat, and no matter how much she'd like too, the chances of avoiding her ex-husband are astronomically small. What, with the mate bond and all, but a girl's gotta hope.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Minor Character Death; Magical Realism; We Make War Not Love; Post-Divorce; These Two Fools in Love; Klaus and Caroline Being Territorial; for each other; tyler is dead; kind of; Canon-Typical Violence; Violence; Murder

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“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“I know.”

Bonnie rubbed a hand down her face after she handed Caroline a cup of coffee, her expression exasperated. “Do you?”

Caroline bit down on a tired smile. “Bonnie.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she huffed, her eyes narrowing. “Enzo and I won’t be able to hide this. You know he has my place watched. He knows we talk. He knows I used to visit you, on occasion. He let it slide, because to do anything else would just piss you off more.” She sat and sighed. “This he will not let slide.”

Caroline shrugged, reaching carefully for the cream. Her ribs tugged uncomfortably at the motion, and she was careful to hide it. She needed caffeine too badly to let her friend be distracted. It’d just been her and multiple five hour energies over the past twenty hours, and there were things that needed to be said. “He’ll get over it.”

A choked noise escaped from her oldest friend, her expression pinched. It was still early in New Orleans, dawn not having quite creeped over the edge of the horizon. Her walk from her parked car had been quiet, the city slow and sleepy in the early morning hours, only the most adventurous of tourists staggering home. Bonnie had clearly rolled out of bed when Caroline had woken her, her clothing rumbled and mismatched. She’d have felt bad about just showing up after so long, if the circumstances hadn’t been an emergency.

“Caroline, Klaus does not ‘get over things,’ particularly when they involve you.”

“It's been just over ten years since the divorce, Bon.” Three years, fifty-one days since she had last talked to him. Since she had been in the same state as him. If she thought about it too long, her chest would start to ache with the weight of it. She had just never been able to decide if it was grief or rage that she carried like a cloak.

“Oh, I’m aware,” she said flatly. “The entire bayou is aware, Caroline.”

A pause, as Caroline scrunched her nose. “I didn’t think the divorce would still be hot gossip. A decade is more than long enough for people to stop wagging their tongues.”

Bonnie let out a groan. “If you think the kind of gossip your divorce from Klaus Mikaelson inspired is going to die down this century, you’ve forgotten how insular this place can be.”

“Kol lives here.” Caroline shrugged, winced. “He has a new antic every week. They can’t be bored of things to talk about.”

A peculiar look crossed Bonnie’s face. “Would you like to know what the last bit of nonsense Kol got into?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “He threw a block party.”

Caroline blinked. “That’s… not unusual for Kol. I can think of at least three block parties he threw in the last year that I lived here.”

Bonnie made a noise. “I don’t think you're really appreciating the scale of this party. It spilled across six streets. He brought in margarita trucks. Two live bands. Cops were called, SWAT intervened after the second fireball, dozens of wolves ended up in jail overnight, and it took a week for Elijah to untangle the legal shenanigans.” She arched her brow. “A week. Even the post-Esther shindig didn’t explode through the city quite that way.”

And neither of them had mentioned a word of this to her. She wondered if Enzo had a video. “Where was Klaus?”

“Business trip.” Bonnie said succinctly. “He showed up an hour after the SWAT team had been brought in to deal with the drunk witches. Do you know what Kol was celebrating?”

Caroline shook her head.

“Your divorce.”

The noise that caught in Caroline’s throat was strangled, torn somewhere between a laugh and a shriek. Bonnie’s expression darkened into that of a martyr before a judge.

“There was a banner, Caroline. Kol hung it across the front of the mansion, right above the entrance, and he had someone set up two spotlights to make sure it was visible. I have no idea who made the banner, but it had to be someone out of state, because supposedly no one died. Would you like to guess what it said?”

Caroline opened and closed her mouth, but couldn’t quite find the words. What exactly would Kol have put up to celebrate her divorce?

“No?” Bonnie crossed her arms. “Too bad. It read, “Congratulations to Caroline Forbes, Ten Years and Counting.”

It was a physical strain, not to laugh at Bonnie’s unimpressed look. Her ex-husband had enough pride to keep the Titanic afloat, having their disaster of a marriage waved in his face had to have made him apocalyptic with anger.

Bonnie nodded at her expression. “Elijah had to smuggle Kol to Eastern Europe. He’s still there.”

Struggling with her composure, when she finally spoke, Caroline managed to mostly sound normal. “Kol can occasionally be likable, can’t he?”

“You would find it hilarious.” Bonnie made a face. “Enzo certainly did. But it’s made my life unnecessarily complicated. Rebekah is refusing to talk to Klaus until he brings Kol back, and Klaus threw her last messenger through the front doors. Werewolves can apparently bounce. “

Caroline looked everywhere but Bonnie’s face. She would not appreciate the laughter Caroline was struggling to hide.

“The pack has started referring to the party as The Event, and every time someone is dumb enough to mention it in Klaus’ hearing, he gets that particular look on his face.” Bonnie waved her hand. “You know the look: he’s clearly weighing just how useful you are and if dead would be the better state of your existence.”

Caroline cleared her throat, trying to look contrite. It was difficult, when all she wanted to do was lean forward and ask for more details. Ask just how much Klaus was suffering, if the wound of her leaving matched the one he’d left in her. “That sounds terrible.”

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[garglyswoof]

I was inspired by @push1na 's amazing klaroline version of Klimt's The Kiss and so wrote a ficlet inspired by it This is me writing on my phone in an airport lounge so hopefully it comes out ok <3

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They come for him while the blooms are still bright, trampling them beneath an army of bootheels, and it's another point against them.

Because she loves the flowers, and he will have to get his minions to replant them when he crushes this threat. He often uses her own words, thrown at him with such vitriol years ago, just to see her eyes roll and barely hide the smile behind. But she's not here with him now. She is safe, he reassures himself.

It's only been a few years with her and he is greedy for a thousand of them. Last month he'd approached her here in this yard, in the suit she'd insisted he wear “for nostalgia reasons, obviously” with the blooms flowering their riotous colors in the golden light of sunset, and kissed her cheek as she stared at him with something that made his heart kick in his chest like a prey animal.

It was terrifying and joyous and his greedy, greedy heart cannot get enough.

He told her so, just a few days before, when he'd learned of this new vampire threat and sent her off to New Orleans despite her furious protests. He couldn't put it into words at the time, that losing her would break him worse than the hunter’s curse ever had. That to touch her was one thing, but to hear her spitfire words only made this stutter step in his heart worse. Instead he’d merely said ‘I need to keep you safe,’ and he knows it wasn't enough. 

He would enjoy his acts of contrition, truth be told, tangled in the sheets with his mouth tracing patterns on her skin.

The wind picks up then, ruffling his hair like it did her dress that golden-tinged summer evening, but this time it carries the scent of vampires instead of Caroline’s own. He keeps his pose casual, hands clasped behind his back, walking back towards the house and avoiding the wildflowers underfoot.  Let them think him clueless and weak, it made their destruction taste almost as sweet as the notes of jasmine in Caroline’s perf-

“No.”

“Yes,” she replies, and he looks up at her, standing in the doorway, her sundress abloom with flowers to match the yard, and his greedy heart thumps.

“They're almost here,.love. If I - if I,” he can't even say it, as if speaking the words could manifest them. He feels the impotent rage rise up, knows his next words will push her away.

Her hand cups his shoulder.and squeezes before he can betray himself. “I know.  But you won't. And you can't ask me to stay away when you're the one in danger. So you're just gonna have to learn to trust me. Plus you just gave me that fancy mini fridge and Im spoiled by how good the wine setting keeps blood at the perfect temperature.”

He grumbles at this, because he doesn't get her choice of diet when she could have it fresh from the tap, but he takes the hand at his shoulder, admiring the glint of sun off of some ancient queen’s ring he'd bestowed upon Caroline, you’ll forgive him for not remembering who, and kisses the palm of her hand, her wrist. 

Her intake of breath is a revelation, as it always is, that she is just as affected as he is. It makes him think that perhaps this madness that takes hold of his greedy heart isn't one-sided. He hoards her gasps like jewels in a dragon’s den. 

The thought steels him and his eyes are wild as he turns to face the onrush that he knows is upon them. Her hand stays clasped in his own, for a moment, and if he has the brief thought of never letting go, it is one borne of a poet’s thoughts that he’ll remember for later, when the path of his brush traps their moments together.

The sun descends, but she still shines to him, monster’s visage above the blooms of her dress, the neckline covered in blood, her hand clutching a still-beating heart. He only has a moment to appreciate her, his brilliant blonde distraction, before he turns back to the fray.

[sweettooth97]

Do u ever go searching for a fic only to find out it's gone and now ur irrationally sad cause u just wanted to watch these two idiots fall in love in a very specific way but u cant now cause the fics gone missing?!?!?

[morningstargirl666]

what are your top ten favorite klaroline fics?

Ooooo let me think... in no particular order:

The Lost Prince & The Eternal Queen by @3tinkgemini /3tingemini

Oh this is a beloved favourite. Caroline's a werewolf alpha and Klaus, fresh from breaking his curse, searches her pack out to turn them into hybrids. Instead of forces them to turn, Caroline makes a deal with him, teaching him what it means to be who they are, offering him a place in her pack and if by a certain amount of time her pack want to become hybrids, he may turn as many as he wishes. It's got some great lore and delves nicely into Klaus' werewolf side. I adore it.

The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep / perfectpro

Also an all-time favourite, this fic is beautiful. Caroline isn't turned into a vampire and when Klaus rolls into town, she's still human. That doesn't deter his affections. AND DID I MENTION YOU GET TO SEE HIM IN WOLF FORM? NO? WELL YOU DO AND I AM STILL NOT OVER IT 😭😭😭

Wisteria by @little-miss-sunny-daisy / sunnydaisy

Caroline meets Klaus before he comes to Mystic Falls, without realising he is in fact, The Klaus, The Original Hybrid. A beautiful love story unfolds that leaves you all soft and gooey inside.

The Howling by @bellemorte180 / BelleMorte180

I LOVE the idea of this two-shot. It's a werewolf mate au - wherein both Klaus and Caroline are werewolves. There's also ✨Damon murder✨ Need I say more?

From The Eastern Mountains by @cupcakemolotov / Cupcakemolotov

Read this not too long ago actually and kicked myself for not finding it sooner. In between grieving her mother, travelling and finding her own place in the world, Caroline keeps bumping into Klaus. The scene at the market haS changed me on a fundamental level, i even don't know why that scene's the most vivid for me but it is. There's just something so mundane about it. AND HELL YES WE GET KLAUS IN WOLF FORM!!! Go forth and read.

Their Nightly Ritual by bellamywinchester

A fic from my ffnet days, this has got to be a contender for my favourite kc fic of all time. Again, there's just something so mundane about it, even with all the supernatural shenanigans - I guess I have a type? I NEED THE DOMESTICITY OKAY? Caroline and Klaus exchange phone calls while she's in college, diverging from season 5 canon.

Blood and A Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is?) by @ks-caster / KS_Caster

A beautiful character study on how Caroline will always come first in Klaus' books. It explores a really unique idea I've never seen before, and if you like this one-shot you should definitely check out ks-caster's Red Queen series too, which diverges from canon at season 4.

Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch / KiryTheStitchWitch

GOD this fic is a favourite because never have I ever been ruined so severely by one line of dialogue: “As if I could be jealous of a boy who has no concept of what it is like to touch the sun and then spend a millennium looking for daylight in every strangers’ face.” YOU SEE??? HOW WILL I FIND LOVE NOW THIS IS MY STANDARD???

[muffled screaming]

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

This one is probably on every klaroline rec list, but eh, I don't care. It's a good classic. I love that its set in New Orleans and Caroline gets her own powers. It also has Klaus in wolf form and any fic that has that instantly earns my seal of approval, as you should know by now.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by @stars-and-darkness / for_darkness_shows_the_stars

I binged this in a morning and after I finished it I was left shell shocked, in that high state after a fic has completely changed you on a spiritual level where you don't know how to move on with your life. I just remember lying atop my bed and staring at the ceiling like??? What do I do now??? What was I doing before I read this??? Fuck if I know. It's an amazing fic, canon divergent from season 3, a tattoo soulmate au with brilliant appearances from Kol, Elijah and Rebekah as well. And hey, in my shell shock after reading it I left an essay-length comment on the fic and now I'm best mates with the author. Our tastes literally align so perfectly it's like we share the same brain cell, so I could probably make a top ten klaroline fic list out of Ella's fics alone - every fic of hers takes all my hopes and dreams and weaves them into art. So check her stuff out, and not just the popular ones either (she's also got an amnesia au in the works which has me FERAL so come help me pester her to finish it)

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - fake sexy lamp au

Okay so like the basic premise of this fic is that Klaus finds out about Elena and in order to keep an eye on his doppelgänger, comes to town before Stefan and fake woos her in the guise of a college student. He just doesn't count on her extremely opinionated best friend Caroline butting her nose into everything and messing with all his plans and getting under his skin.

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It was astonishing what a thousand years could do to a place. The last time he’d seen the village that would become Mystic Falls, it had been a half burned wreck, a testament to the sins of fathers coming to roost on the sons. Now? 

Well, it was no longer on fire, Klaus thought blandly, looking around the town square from where he sat on an out-of-the-way park bench. One could term that an improvement. It was disgustingly picturesque in that true Southern Americana way. 

As he flipped through the file folder he’d had liberated from the Sheriff’s file folder drawers by a convenient deputy, he rubbed at his jaw absently, fingers missing the usually present stubble. Going undercover, at his age. The temptation to burn this town to the ground—again—and take his doppelgänger and go simmered pleasantly in his veins, except for that one pesky loophole: the ceremony had to be completed in the birthplace of the doppelgänger. From all accounts, that was Mystic Falls, VA. So here he was, blending in. 

Was this how the average American youth wore their clothes, so ill-fitting? He hadn’t worn anything that hadn’t been tailored for him in the past several centuries that he hadn’t taken in desperation on the run from Mikael. It seemed rather ridiculous to complain of one’s trousers being too tight when your own father figure was trying to stake you through the heart.

Kol had managed it, both the too tight trousers and the complaining. Probably he should have spent the majority of the 80s daggered instead of doing enough cocaine to keep El Padrino in business, but his little brother’s terrible fashion decisions aside, he didn’t think they had ever stooped so low as to buy off the rack. 

The jeans and t-shirt Klaus wore, along with the thin zip-up hoodie, and converse sneakers were designed to make him appear younger. Those, and the addition of a paint smeared backpack slung over one shoulder, seemed to be performing the desired result: before he’d compelled him, the deputy had asked Klaus if he was taking classes at Whitmore. 

Which brought him back to the contents of the folder: the drowning deaths of Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, and the mysterious rescue of Elena Gilbert. It was clear the car accident was just that, an accident, but what flummoxed the good members of the Mystic Falls Police Department was how his Doppelgänger got out of that vehicle. Indeed, she had no memory of having done so.

Where in town, he mused to himself, would I locate the one person who could rip open a car door with their bare hands?  Closing the folder, he slid it under a second folder, flipped it open to see a paper clipped photo of a square-faced young-looking man with green eyes and light brown hair. An odd little brush of memory hit him as the man laughed, an arm around his shoulders, the sound of jazz in his ears, blood and gin mingling in his throat. Blink, and it was just a photo again. 

A shadow fell across the page. “Nik, I’m bored.”

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Hi! Really like your writing! I liked the one you did for Evolutoin so could you do a one-shot for a medical au if you're still taking requests?

Caroline groans as the buzzing of her pager continues.

She had the entire day to herself, goddammit, and her boss had promised her that he wouldn’t send anyone to get her at her house even if she didn’t answer her pager.

Of course, that’s what he had said the last three times she had taken an off day.

She doesn’t normally take off days, but yesterday had been gruelling, four back-to-back surgeries, not including the two hours of scut she had done to cover for Stefan.

Stefan really needed to stop chasing after Damon after he went on benders so much.

Grumbling, she sets her wine glass on the table and walks over to the door, not bothering to change into something more presentable than the ratty tank top she was wearing and a pair of faded old shorts.

She opens the door and someone crashes into her, his hands at his stomach.

Caroline screeches in surprise, her hands automatically going at the front of her body to shield herself, before she catches sight of her uninvited guest’s face. “Klaus?” she asks dumbly. “What are you doing here?”

“Caroline,” Klaus gasps. “You look ravishing.”

Caroline’s stomach turns when she sees the extent of the wound at his stomach. “What the fuck?” she stammers, gripping him by the shoulders. “What happened?”

“Best not to ask,” he says, setting a hand on the wall steadily, although Caroline can detect the slight tremble which passes through his body. “Caroline, listen—”

“Get on the couch,” Caroline snaps. “What is wrong with you? Why are you standing around talking when you're obviously injured?”

A mollified look crosses his face. “I was going to ask if you wouldn’t mind helping me, after everything—”

“For god’s sake, Klaus, we broke up, we didn’t go to war. Get on the couch, I'll get my medical kit.”

She helps him over to the couch and sets a newspaper behind his back so that he can't get blood on it.

“How are you even here?” she asks, getting him a glass of water. “Your base is twenty minutes from here.”

Klaus shrugs. “I was in the area.”

She shakes her head but doesn’t say a word when she disappears into the bedroom, closing the door behind her and letting out a shaky breath.

It had been six months.

Six months since she had seen him, since she had talked to him, seen his eyes, his face, touched him.

She misses him like hell.

She steadies herself and rummages through her bathroom cabinet for her first aid box, grabbing her gloves as she runs out.

She runs back in and grabs a pair of forceps and clamps after a second thought.

Klaus is lying on the couch, a furious expression on his face, gritting his teeth as he tries to remove the piece of cloth stuck to the wound on his abdomen.

“What are you doing?” Caroline asks sharply. “You're hurt. That wound might be infected, I need to clean it.”

“Caroline, as much as I appreciate your concern for my health, I assure you, infection is not one of my main concerns right now—”

“Oh, yeah, I'm so sorry, I totally forgot you were the doctor here and I was the psycho mob—”

“Caroline—”

“You know infected wounds can lead to sepsis, right? Do you really want to die from—”

“I'm not going to die, Caroline.”

“You are if you don’t let me treat that wound. Will you just tell me what happened?”

Klaus glares at her. “I got shot.”

That wipes all traces of irritation from her mind. “You what?” she screeches.

Klaus holds up a hand placatingly. “Caroline, li—”

“You never get shot.”

“I know that,” Klaus says, a touch of exasperation making its way into his voice. “Caroline, listen to me, please.”

Caroline glares at him. “I'll listen after I clean this wound and take the fucking bullet out—oh my god, this was supposed to be my day off—”

“You don’t have to do anything, love,” he reassures her. “I didn’t come here to ask you to treat me, I can do it myself, I just—”

“You think you can clean a bullet wound and get the bullet out by yourself? Are you kidding me?”

Irritation clouds his face. “I've done it before.”

“You just said you don’t get shot.”

“For friends, love,” he says exasperatedly.

“Yeah, and who knows how sanitary that must’ve been. Just do me a favour and shut up and try not to scream while I—don’t argue with me, Klaus—let me clean that up. Stay here. I'm getting my scissors.”

She runs to the bathroom and sterilizes a pair, and rushes back to the couch. “I'm cutting your shirt off, okay?” she says, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

Klaus grunts in assent, wordlessly removing his hands from his abdomen and gripping the armrest of her couch. Caroline fights back a gasp at how bloody his shirt has gotten, instead forcing down a shudder and carefully snipping away pieces of the fabric to get a look at the wound.

She looks up at him when she needs to get her tweezers for picking out bits of cloth out of the wound. “This might hurt,” she warns, concentrating on the large patch of torn flesh. “I've given you some local anesthesia, but it would be great if you kept the screams of pain to a minimum. My neighbours aren’t big on noise.”

Klaus laughs, the sound low in his throat. “Sweetheart, you know I've handled much worse pain. I'll be fine.”

Caroline stills. “Now, how could I know that?” she bites out, picking out the first piece of cloth. “You know, since I never knew.”

Klaus closes his eyes. “Caroline—”

“Because obviously, being in a relationship with a guy for five months and not being told the extent of he does during his job obviously qualifies as knowing everything. Right. Yeah.”

Klaus’s hands clench into fists. “Let me explain.”

“No, you had your chance to explain. You know when? Those few months that we dated. I was with you for five months, Klaus. I told you I loved you.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off,” he says, his hand going towards her shoulder.

“Don’t,” she bites out. “Let me concentrate.”

He falls silent, and Caroline wordlessly works away at the wound, noticing that his eyes flicker over to her every few seconds. She finally locates the bullet and is fortunately able to get it out with her clamps in just a few tries. “Bite into one of my pillows if the pain gets too much,” she says quietly. “You're lucky the bullet didn’t go too deep. Stitches are a bitch.”

“I know,” Klaus says, smiling at her hesitantly.

She doesn’t respond, almost sighing in relief when she inspects the wound again after removing the bullet and deducing that it needs only a few stitches. She carefully threads the needle through his skin, feeling him tense underneath her. “Calm down,” she murmurs, placing a hand on his chest unconsciously. “Just two more and you're done.”

“Caroline, if you want me to calm down, you're probably not helping matters by touching me.”

She removes her hand from him as though she’s been burned.

Five minutes later, she’s done suturing and bandaging his wound, and Klaus stands up gingerly. “You're good to go,” says Caroline, removing her gloves. “You'll need to come back every three days, because I need to replace the bandages. But it’ll get better pretty soon, cause, like I said, it wasn’t too deep.”

Klaus doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just gazes at her, his blue gaze boring into her own. Caroline laughs nervously. “Well, you're welcome anyway, even though—”

“I can thank you later, Caroline,” Klaus says, cutting her off. “But first, you need to listen.”

She breathes in shakily. “Klaus, please. We’re done. It’s over. Why do we have to discuss it?”

“Because it’s not fair to either of us,” he says, taking her hands in his. “I think of you every day, sweetheart, I can't get you out of my head. I see you in my dreams, when I'm awake…”

Caroline shakes her head, averting her gaze.

“I miss you, Caroline.”

She swallows. “You lied to me, Klaus.”

She sees him inhale slowly. “Yes. I did. But it was for your own good.”

“Everyone says that,” she cries. “Whenever you're lied to, the other person always says that it was for their own good. Why? Why couldn’t you have told me? I could’ve made my own choice. I should have the right.”

“You do, sweetheart,” he says gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and she closes her eyes and clenches her hands into fists, hating how he still has an effect on her. “You just never gave me a chance to explain.”

She opens her eyes, ashamed to realize they're full of tears. “We were together for months, Klaus. How could you not have told me that you were investigating my dad? That you knew he was alive? You knew how much he meant to me.”

“I was going to tell you,” he replies, a touch of frustration making its way into his voice. “You never gave me the chance to.”

“Would you?” she asks hotly. “Would you trust a person you loved to tell you the truth when you found out they had been lying to you for five months?”

He’s quiet for two minutes, and Caroline opens her mouth to ask him again when he says, “he wanted you dead.”

Caroline gapes at him, and he takes a deep breath. “We—Kol and I—our sources found out that he had gone into hiding years ago. He had faked his own death in a freak accident, and had been working for one of our rivals for six years. He had done some bad things, Caroline, and his bosses weren't too pleased with him. He owed them a lot of money, money he didn’t have, and the target was placed on your back, what with your mother dead.”

Caroline doesn’t know what to say, so she collapses onto the couch, her hands swinging uselessly by her sides. “He—” she manages finally, her voice coming croaky, “he was willing to let them kill me?”

Klaus is expressionless. “They’d already killed his husband, Caroline, and recently. I didn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire. And if they had found out that you were linked to me—”

“Is that why you didn’t tell me?” she asks, looking up at him. “Because you didn’t want anyone to know?”

Klaus sinks down to his knees and takes her hands in his. “I wanted to protect you, Caroline. And besides…” He turns away at that, looking at the carpet. “No one should have an opinion like that about their father.”

She knows why he’s saying this, knows that he has a reason.

She had been extremely close to her father when she had been a child, even after he ad her mother had gotten a divorce. She used to spend alternate Christmases and summers at his house in Georgia, along with Steven and her adopted sister. Those had been a few of the best months of her life.

She didn’t even want to know what had happened to her sister.

Knowing that her father, one of the people she had loved so much, had offered her up like a pig for slaughter, just to save his own skin, hurt a lot more than she thought it would, even after being neglected a few years before his so-called death.

She supposed that’s when he got involved in the Chicago mob.

Caroline nods slowly. “I…” She looks at him, his eyes earnest. “I can take care of myself a bit too, Klaus,” she says finally.

His mouth twitches at the corners. “I'm quite certain of that part, love. But I'd like to offer my services for the other bit, if you don’t mind.”

She nods. “Yeah, you can do that.”

He smiles, ad Caroline can't breathe, because she misses that smile, which always made her breathless, and him, so much that she hadn’t even realised it.

She hasn’t talked to him in six months, and she misses him like air.

“I—” she starts, then closes her mouth. Klaus cocks his head at her, and she takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted me to be the on-base doctor for your family again,” she says in a rush. “If you want. If there’s still a vacancy. If you still want…me.” the last sentence is heavy with implication, and they both know it.

Klaus’s eyes are hopeful when he looks back at her. “Yes,” he says softly. “Yes, I'd like that very much.”

OOO

Thanks for reading!

Cheers!

[pentopaper23]

Mating Call

“I don’t know what you mean!” Caroline screams, the vervain ropes cutting into her wrists, “It’s Stefan! I loved Stefan!”

“Lies!” The witch yells flicking her hands so the ropes around Caroline’s wrist tighten, “Lies! You love someone else!” Caroline sobs her head falling forward so her chin rests on her chest.

“Why does that matter!? His dead!” She yells avoiding her daughter’s and Hopes eye line. The three girls were huddled in the corning of the room, Hope having thrown a protective shield around them, the blue glow shimmering in the dark dankness of the basement.

“But it does matter….say it” the witch said again flicking her hand tightening the ropes, “You stop lying or I’ll bring your daughters in to this!” The witch yelled, the walls of the house shook and the glass in the windows shattered. Caroline felt her eyes roll into her heads as a stabbing pain engulfed her.

“KLAUS!” Caroline screamed as she felt blood start pouring out of her nose. She noticed that Hope’s shield flickered at the mention of her father’s name.

“Its Klaus! I love Klaus” Caroline sobbed her head falling so her chin rested on her chest. The witch lowered her hand and smirked.

“No why was that so hard?” she spat as sparks flickered from her fingertips and Caroline felt the ropes tighten again.

“Why are you doing this?” Caroline sobbed. The witch just laughed.

“Because I want him to suffer”, the witch said stepping forward to wipe Caroline’s tears from her face with a tissue.

“A love confession merely started the spell. The tears of a loved one will balance it and the blood of a mate will complete it” the witch said had she stabbed a knife into Caroline’s forearm ripping the skin apart. Caroline let out a high-pitched scream and her vision started to blur.

“What are you doing!” she heard Hope yell as the witch threw the tissue into a bowl and tapped the knife on it to flick Caroline’s blood into it. The bowl started to smoke and the meagre lights in the basement dulled and then stuttered back to life.

“Come now Hope, a witch like you should know this spell. Time travel can’t be that far out of your wheelhouse.”

“You can’t” Caroline begged, and the witch slowly turned her head towards her. Picking up the knife again she walked back over to Caroline and place the knife at her neck, the blade nicking the skin.

“Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“He will kill you.” Caroline said looking the witch dead in the eyes, “If not for harming me, but for harming his daughter. There is nowhere on this earth you will be able to hide.”

The witch smiled and then then laughed.

“Oh Caroline…you have no idea. I’m not bring his here. No, no, no. You’re going to take a little trip.” She said flicking the knife, so it sliced into Caroline’s neck. Caroline felt blood start to pour down her shirt and she tasted it bubbling out of her mouth.

Caroline panicked her eyes flicking towards the girls shielded in the corner. She could see that Hope was struggling to keep up the shield against her daughters trying to break through it.

“Mum!” they screamed, beating their hands against the flicking blue shield.

The witch started to move her hands over the now smoking bowl, chanting low under her breath and Caroline started to feel her hands tingling and her heart started to beat rapidly. She screamed when a bolt of pain ran through her body and the last thing, she saw was Hope’s shield fail and the witch fell to the ground.

[galvanizedfriend]

HIII if you don’t mind sharing, what are your fav klaroline fics? New and old, I’m in need of new reads 🙏

I'm probably not the best person to be doing new fic recs. 🥲 I have sadly not been reading that much Klaroline myself these days. When I do read fic, it's for other stuff. So my recs are either old or new-ish. 😂 But hopefully you can find something to your liking that haven't read yet here.

Buckle up because I took my sweet time with this list, nonnie.

. Inertia Overcome by @avari20

The first KC fanfic I remember reading the reason why I finally got pulled into the fandom after years of watching TVD as a reasonable spectator (so rly, if you guys can't stand to see me around anymore after all this time, it's this fic's fault for being so good). Honestly one of this fandom's statement works. If you haven't read it yet, please do.

. Timeless by @marvelouskatie

Same as the above. One of the most iconic KC fics of all time imho. The canon AU to end all canon AU. When I first decided to come out of the shadows and create a tumblr and actually start interacting with folks, this was the first fic that was recced to me. I was very grateful then, and now I'm here to pass this knowledge on.

. Picturesque by @supernutellastuff

Honestly of the sweetest, most heartwarming fics I've ever read! It's a human AU that's a How I Met Your Mother sort of adaptation, and honestly the first time I've ever enjoyed HIMYM. I love a good ensemble fic and this is just it! Supernutella is so talented.

. Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

This fic was WRITTEN FOR ME because of how much I pestered my friend Luiza about Carolijah and this will forever feel like a trophy to my heart. 🥰 It made me feel ALL THE FEELINGS. I hated Caroline, I loved Caroline, I loved my baby Elijah, I hated him, I also hated Klaus (he's such a fucking asshole omfg), but then the end was just DHAGHDDASAS!! You think you're in for a certain kind of story and it turns out to be so much more. It is, deep down, about the brothers, how selfish they are, how they can hurt each other more than anyone, but how they love one another above anything else, even when they want to kill each other (and fall in love with their brother's girl!!!). It's beautiful, like everything Luiza writes, and it genuinely made me cry.

. long limbs and frozen swim by @definedareasofuncertainty

I saw a discussion the other day about how whoever wrote this fic JUST GOT IT, and I have to say I completely agree with the person who made that comment. Luiza just NAILS Caroline's grief and loneliness after her mother's death, how isolating and gut-wrenching it is. Klaus being the person who finds her, who knows exactly what to say without her ever having to spell it out, the one who can truly see her, is so honest too. This fic is sensitive and absolutely beautiful. Luiza's writing is perfection and this is for sure one of my all-time favorites.

. Whisper to me, Help me remember by @lalainajanes

This story reimagines the plot with the "villains" of TO S3 in a way that proves my point that the premise of that season was good, but execution was absolute crap. All of the potential the De Martels had to be incredible antagonists was completely destroyed at the hands of the show writers - but explored to perfection by Laine's much more capable hands. Klaus is freed after 10 years in captivity to find that Caroline had been working with Tristan this whole time in order to take him down - except something is not quite right about that. While you're at it, please read all of Laine's fics! It's a delight.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

I wept when I read this because it's the post-TO canon fic I didn't even know I needed. Caroline's search for a way to stop her twins' merger ends up leading her to someone who's been watching over her on the Other Side. 😭 I thought I'd always rather live in denial when it came to how TO ended, but this fic made my heart so full! Also, jinxedwood's use of fae mythology here was incredible.

. All I Need by @euvixen

This story is HOT. It taught me things about the werewolf AU universe I was not prepared to learn, but I am a much happier person after reading it. It's a canon mates AU that will leave you 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I speak as though the story was merely about the smut, but it's actually much more than that. A TVD S3 reimagine of sorts that is incredibly satisfying. That's my favorite season of TVD, but this is still even better.

. the birth and death of the day by @little-miss-sunny-daisy

Anyone who's known me for a some time knows how this fic was my entire personality for a while there. I'm obsessed with Kelly's writing, and I have this fic on a freaking pedestal. I first started reading it when it was on a six years hiatus, and I was *so* into it I didn't even bother me that it might never get updated because it was so good I was just happy I'd found it. But then my silly comments inspired Kelly to come back to it, finish it, and it has honestly been my greatest accomplishment as a part of this fandom because this is a masterpiece. It's a TVD/Supernatural crossover where Caroline is a step-sister to the Superbros. It's truly, truly epic, with beautiful writing. This could genuinely be a show. It's amazing, just read it.

. this is a harvest by @highgaarden

This, right here, is the perfect Klaroline-within-canon story. This is the story that put my revolt to rest and gave my spirit some much deserved peace where those two are concerned. This is exactly what canon should've been like. I'm not even joking, this is IT. If you'd asked me what I thought the perfect Klaroline development should be like I probably would've said something very vague because I couldn’t explain it, I’m not that great or creative a writer, but now I can just show you this story and let you bask in the amazingness of a fantastic read that will not only keep you thoroughly entertained, but will also be the answer to all the questions you didn't even know you had.

. Paradise Lost by Borzoi

When i grow up, I want to learn how to write like Borzoi. All of their fics are incredible novella-like reads. It's addictive. And this is probably my favorite (it varies though, sometimes I'm in a Parisian Deal era). What happens after Klaus and Caroline sleep together in 5x11, and how they eventually find their way back to each other. It's just one of those stories that you can't stop reading after you start. It's so rich, so deep, so perfectly IC. One of those fics to end all fics.

. The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep One of the modern day classics, if you will. This fic is such a stunning, vivid and delicate picture of Caroline's mind as she was dealing with the consequences of the abuse she suffered at the hands of Damon. She's still human, but she's probably more IC than we've seen her ever on the show when it comes to this. The bond she forms with Klaus is truly incredible too, and speaks a lot of how the two of them really do have a lot in common (even with Caroline still as a human), but it's really the Caroline study part of the story that touches me. The writing is absolutely beautiful as well.

. it takes a while to settle down by theviolinist

This story is a punch to your stomach, but it is PERFECTION in 8k words. It's hot, it's bittersweet, it's SO in character and, in my head, I kinda like to pretend that this is what happened before Caroline married Stefan. lol

. Wanderlust by @bellemorte180 Anybody who was a part of fandom around the time this story was being published can tell you how much of an EVENT it was. There were discussion groups about the mystery. It was so entertaining. Erica's attention to detail and how she wove the little clues throughout the chapters made this a genuine thriller. I particularly some of the side-characters here. It's honestly another fandom staple I think everyone should read.

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In terms of newer fics that I can rec you, I have two that are on my TBR. One of them is a WIP that I've been slowly going through, and the other one I know was recently finished.

. make them bow by @stars-and-darkness

This was recced to me by two friends recently and I started reading it a while back and thought it was incredible! I have sadly been awful with keeping up with stuff, but just based on the raving reviews and the five chapters I read, I fully believe it to be just as awesome as it seems to be. The writing was so good, and I was just in love with Klaus' voice in this story. It was so reminescent of early-days TVD Klaus, which is by far my favorite Klaus of all. Sexy and dangerous and so smooth. I loved it! Need to get back to it.

. Wolf Club by @Radioactive79

Listen, if you like kid fics, this is absolutely for you. The whole story is narrated by an eight-year-old OC, the daughter of Ray Sutton, the first werewolf Klaus kills when he's trying to start his mass-production of hybrids. She's a little wolf herself, and a while little thing who was subjected to her fair share of child trauma. Klaus has no idea what to do with her, but ends up taking her with him as continues on his journey, and ends up forging a bond with the little girl. I cannot tell you how delicious this story is. It has Klaroline, yes, but for me the little girl is the absolute star of the company. I usually hate OCs, especially children, in fics, but this one is AMAZING. Seriously. The way this story is written is glorious. I can't recommend it enough.

[honestgrins]

klaroline fluff at the beach please!

“Sweetheart.”

Caroline lowered the bill of her sunhat to better shade her eyes. The glare off the water seemed especially bright this morning.

“Love.”

She turned the page, enjoying the crisp scent of her new book, bought specially for the trip.

“Dearest.”

With an aggrieved huff, she flattened her book against her bare stomach. “If you want to leave, Klaus, just leave. Don’t make your inability to relax my problem.”

His nose scrunched in offense, but he laid back down on the towel she had laid out for him. “It’s a public beach,” he groused. “I expected a more private experience.”

Rolling her eyes, she flipped her book back around to continue reading. “Then buy me a beach house.”

But the click of his phone had her slamming the book shut again. “Do not.”

“You did just-”

“Klaus!” It came out as a whine, but she didn’t care to move so as to stamp her foot. “It’s a beautiful day, I have a great book, and I would like to read it in peace. You can stay or go, just pick one. Quietly.”

He pinched his lips together, but wisely didn’t answer. He did, however, start tapping away on his phone.

“I know what you’re doing,” she warned without looking.

“Shh,” he hushed, toying with the loose end of her braid. “I’m quietly using my phone.”

“If you buy me a beach house…”

“I was thinking an island, actually.”

“Klaus!”

Anyone want a mini-fic?

[stars-and-darkness]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!!

week #18

here's an excerpt from something i've been thinking and talking about a lot, and a conversation in the KC Fam discord server gave me the push i needed to finally do something about it. it's going pretty well, so it may just hit the ao3 on your nearest device quite soon.

“Vlad,” he says, to introduce himself. A laugh bubbles out of Caroline. “Yeah, right.” His expression remains serene, but when recalling the event in the future she’ll decide that there was a slight gleam of anticipation in his eyes. “Indeed.” Caroline blinks then. “No way. Really?” “I’m afraid so.” “Wow. That’s like … I mean …” She laughs again. “That’s insane. Imagine your mom and dad naming you Vlad, only to become a vampire. And like … you’re older than the book, aren’t you? So, like, for the next couple centuries it’s nothing and then—” “You misunderstand me,” he says. “I am Vlad Drakulya.” Her eyebrows fly up. “You’re messing with me. There is no way—” He just shrugs, full lips curling into a grin.   At that, Caroline’s jaw just sort of … drops. And her eyes bulge out, and she must look supremely stupid for a couple of seconds, staring at him. At … Dracula. Who is real. And here. In front of her.

“Oh,” she says at last, locking her jaw into place.

[evyonagray]

Wedding Vows

You are my Paris. You are my New Orleans. Baby, you are my Home. I'll warm myself with the embers of your rage, I'll keep your lips from ever losing their smile, I will stand with you in life, death, and after death. I will be your conscience when you are blinded by betrayal I will be your shield when you have no fight left in you, May the magic in you and me witness the legacy we build.

– Evyona Gray