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I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
Pounding nails in your head
But I've read this one where you come undone
I chose this cyclone with you
He worried too much.
That was one of the multitude of things that had surprised her about him. Klaus had always seemed carefree — or well, that was perhaps not the best word to describe him, but he had always committed to appearing so above everything and everyone. The most powerful creature on the planet. What could possibly concern him? What could possibly affect him so?
A lot, it seemed
They were cut from the same cloth, as far as she could tell. Anxiety and worry coursing through their veins. That insistent, pounding voice in their heads always going — will this ever be enough?
Will I ever be enough?
They had only differed when it came to the choice of their coping mechanism. Her lists and overbearing-ness. His murder sprees and siblings locked in coffins. Oh, well.
Still. It both filled her with relief and endless unease to watch him now. It was, on one hand, so very comforting to think that he was so similar to her. She could understand him as well as she could herself, and he could read her like she was a book he had written. But it was like a tight grip around her heart, knowing that he sometimes suffered as much as she did.
Even now, his head lying on her lap as she caressed his curls… a frown was ever-present between his brows. Caroline felt tempted to press her fingertips against the crease on his skin and smooth it over, but she knew his concerns wouldn’t be so easily squabbled. Something about Rebekah choosing to move across the ocean. Something about how he sometimes looked at Caroline and seemed to wonder if she would leave him too.
She would be offended by his doubting of her loyalty if she didn’t understand the fear of loneliness too well.
Caroline didn’t comment on it, though. She continued to run her hand through his hair, allowing his content sighs to echo deep with her heart. In a little while, she would make a comment on how maybe he liked her petting him so much because of his wolf nature. And he would growl and protest and hide a smile at her terrible joke.
And maybe little by little he would understand. She was here to stay.
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And I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn
As the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return
With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned
'Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned
“Hello, love,” he says, trying hard to take a page from his brother’s book on expressionlessness. He is rather certain he fails.
Caroline looks exactly as she had a century ago, when he had last seen her, and yet it is almost as if someone else entirely stares at him now. Such is immortality for those who know how to bear it. Unchanging and revolutionary all at once.
So young, she had been, when he first met her. Now she has grown into the beast the lurks beneath her skin; he can tell just by looking at her. At the strength in her unyielding gaze.
Her lips curl into the tiniest of smiles. “I was afraid you wouldn’t even remember me.”
Klaus doesn’t fight a smile of his own. As if he could ever forget her. As if he could ever quench the fire in his veins at the mere thought that she might be here on a sudden whim to see him. One might think that his feelings tilt the game to her favor but, ah. She has not forgotten him either, you see.
“I was afraid of the very same.” He clicks his tongue. “A year or a century, I said. You didn’t have to be so stubborn.”
Her smile grows wider. Amusement twinkling in her blue eyes like stars. He has missed this. Her. The games and the challenges that have always been used to cover the warmth that lingers behind every interaction.
“Oh, you know how it is. Good things come to those who wait.”
“I’m not known for my patience, as you may recall.”
She rolls her eyes, but he does not miss the way the fingers on her right hand twitch. Her façade of confidence falters. And in one second he can see just how nervous she is by coming here. Scared it might be too late. Scared he might not have waited as he once said he would.
However long it takes.
He swears he can almost see the words reflected in her eyes back at him in the form of a question.
Klaus almost gives into the urge to laugh.
She clears her throat. “I- I did think about-“
He shakes his head, stretching his arm towards her and offering her his hand. “I am sure we can find a way for you to make up for your rudeness throughout your stay. I have had time to plan, you see.”
Caroline raises her brows at him. He doesn’t know why she is here; if for a quick visit or forever. He doesn’t think she knows either. But she lays her hand on top of his and ah- It is as it should be, the course of electricity through his skin.
She meets his eyes as if she feels it, too.
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KC Wip Wednesday
This is my humble contribution to WIP Wednesday! It's a scene from the rewriting of TVD S5 - Yokan's version. In it, The Originals never happens, most of the Mikaelsons remain in Mystic Falls and Klaus and Caroline are kind of a thing, but nobody knows (for sure).
Remember that moment where Katherine locks herself up in a safe with Stefan to "cure" his PTSD? It's that, except it's Klaus, not Katherine. This alludes to a very Klefan past, btw. Be warned if you're not a fan.
Also, this is for @definedareasofuncertainty, who wanted me to write her Easter Klefan. 🤧 There you go, friend!
And you know, not beta'ed and all that.
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Klaus lies on his back, takes a calm breath as the heavy door is closed with a thud, engulfing them in absolute darkness. All in all, he'd say a metal box is hardly the most uncomfortable setting he's found himself in. He prefers the comfort of first-class accommodations, but he's traveled in worse. The grown man beating about beside him does make things rather unpleasant, though.
"Stop! Caroline! Get me out of here!" Stefan screams, smashing his fists against the iron safe's indestructible structure. The more desperate he gets, the more uncoordinated and weaker his movements become, thus making the effort completely useless, however accomplished in making the experience all the more miserable for him.
It's embarrassing how incapable Klaus is of saying no to Caroline whenever she asks for a favor. Locking himself up in a box with a traumatized Stefan has to be an all-time low. The things he won't do when she bats her eyelashes and says please.
"Oh, stop it," he remarks in a bored tone as he shoves Stefan aside. The old safe is rather spacious, but definitely not enough to comport two men, particularly if one of them won't stop bloody writhing like a worm in hot sand. "The more you scream, the more breathless you become." The more I want to tear your vocal cords to shreds.
"Get me out of here, Klaus, get me the fuck out of here!"
"Relax, Stefan. I'm here to help," he says. "I'm what you would call a greater agony to alleviate the smaller pain you feel being trapped inside the box. It's reverse psychology, or so Caroline read in a book. What do you think of a little werewolf venom high to speed up the process?"
"You're psychotic. You're fucking insane!" Stefan starts pounding on the box again. "Caroline! Caroline, open up! Open it now!"
"I'm sorry, Stefan!" comes her muffled apology. Even through the metal barrier she sounds thick with guilt. It was her idea, but already she's cracking. That bleeding heart of hers… "I'm sorry, I will -"
"Do not touch that box, Caroline," he commands with his full authority. "Leave it."
There's a long pause, the sound of Stefan's heart hammering away inside his chest in the box as they wait to see what she'll do. A beat goes by before she mumbles a final sorry and scurries away, likely to avoid the temptation of putting poor Stefan out of his misery.
Klaus' lips pull into a grin. "Good girl."
Stefan starts shaking beside him, his breath becoming even more labored. "I can't breathe," he gasps. "I can't - I can't -"
"You don't need to breathe, Stefan. It's all in your head," Klaus reminds him pointedly. "A vampire having a panic attack, honestly. When you think you've seen everything…"
"You're not fucking helping!"
"Pardon me. My bedside manners have gone a little rusty since the last time you've experienced them." Klaus casts Stefan a glance, sees the way his eyes widen in horror, his body growing stiff as a rod, and he can't contain the self-satisfied smile that draws across his lips. "We did once find comfort in each other's company, didn't we?" Stefan makes another panicked sound, smoothing his hands across the cold metal door above them, trying to find a way out. Klaus chuckles. "Don't worry, mate. Caroline can't hear us. Your sordid little secret is safe with me. It's just us here, alone under the cover of darkness. Nothing we haven't done a dozen times in the past. Ahh, the 20s…" he speaks around a dramatic sigh. "It was the roaring years, indeed."
"What are you doing?"
"Making conversation."
"I don't want to talk to you, I especially don't want to talk about that." Stefan nearly chokes on the last word, inching as far away from Klaus as the confined space will allow, as though the mere idea of touching him fills him with utter revulsion. Klaus knows better; it's the way he remembers exactly how it didn't what terrifies him.
Anybody who's met this watered down, colorless version of Stefan would never be able to tell how much of a free spirit he used to be. He was fun. A far cry from the shivering man beside him now. Tragic, really.
"I know you like to pretend it never happened. Frankly, you've become quite an embarrassment of your former self, so I wouldn't proudly advertise it either. This bunny-eating, crying in the dark skin you're wearing these days is someone is wouldn't be caught fraternizing with if you were the last human being on earth."
"Then leave me the fuck alone already."
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not here for you," he snaps back. And then, putting a leash on his rising temper, he continues, "But since I have to be… I can recognize that there was something about that time we had together that suited us both, more than just for the obvious reasons."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure you do. I was a tool for you."
"A tool for self-destruction."
Klaus huffs out a disdainful breath. "I was a balm to your tortured soul, Stefan, even at a time when you embraced your true self. I indulged you because you amused me, but at the end of the day, when we were together, it was all rather transactional. It wasn't about sentimentality or a shared appreciation for extravagance. It was about the hollow inside us. The fact we were always desperately seeking to fill it with… Anything, really. Whatever we could find. Passions. Pleasure. Violence. Cravings. But it never lasted, did it? Those things lack a purpose. They're all flitting in their essence, an immense explosion of satisfaction followed by… Nothing. We were both hungry, and we kept trying to find the thing that would sate us. You had lost your mind; I had lost my home. Like drawn to like." Klaus turns his face to Stefan, finds him staring back, eyes glinting with an emotion he can't quite read in the gloom. He always did fancy Stefan's eyes, though. There is something raw about them, something honest for a change. A little opening to the truth in his soul he tries so hard to hide from the outside world. "That's what the darkness is, Stefan," he continues. "Loneliness. It's what restrains us. The monster we cannot outrun. When it all stops - the laughter, the liquor, the hunger - and everything goes quiet around us, that's when we feel it. The curse of eternity. The weight of our years, deep in our bones. And the inevitable loneliness that comes with it. You had your names on the wall, I had my letters, but when all was said and done… We were both stuck in infinite darkness. Except for a few glorious stolen moments, in that repulsive room of yours." The corner of his mouth pulls up into a lopsided smile. "I was the bigger monster you needed in order to humanize yourself. Whatever you were, I was worse, and so I assuaged your guilt. Much like me being here right now. But then of course you found religion!" He laughs, closing his eyes and facing forward once more. "Your spiritual path towards the light. Elena Gilbert." He enunciates the name like it's coated in something toxic. His general distaste for Elena goes further than the fact she has thwarted so many of his plans. It's the boring saint act he cannot get over.
"Yes," Stefan says, his voice rough. "And then I lost her."
"Right. Because she chose your brother." Klaus chuckles. Stefan shifts uncomfortably beside him, the urge to hit him palpable in the air. It only spurs Klaus on. "How so very tacky. No taste, that one. Personally, I think there's no amount of blue eyes or good sex that can make Damon tolerable. What a wanker. I just want to bash his face against a wall whenever he opens his mouth."
Stefan scoffs. "Get in line."
"It's ironic, isn't it? You were at your absolute best behavior, weeding out all of your instincts, everything that made you fun and interesting in order to fashion yourself into a fairy tale prince for her, and what does she do? She chooses the dullard bad boy. Typical." Klaus shakes his head. "Ungrateful little -"
"Shut up."
"Martyr," he finishes with a smirk. "She probably thinks she's going to fix him, doesn't she? I bet he encourages it. But that's the difference between you and Damon, isn't it? Even with all your valiant efforts, you know creatures like us cannot be fixed. We're beyond salvation."
He gets a sudden twinge in his chest, an image flashing in his mind. A smile as bright as the sun. Hair the color of wheat. He sees her shifting under his sheets, feels the warmth of her touch, the brush of her rosy lips against his skin. It ignites a sense of joy inside him unlike anything else, a sense of possession, of belonging, of having found something that is far more precious or rare than any of the hundreds of treasures he's collected over the course of his life. But along with it comes the ever-present fear. Of loss. How long before he ruins her, like he's ruined everything else he's ever cherished? How long before he hurts her, even if he doesn't mean to? Before his darkness tarnishes her and kills that smile? Before she decides he's not worth it?
"How do you make yourself worthy?" he asks, the question tumbling out of his as though of their own accord. "How do you earn the affections of someone so…"
"Good?" Stefan finishes for him, reading his thoughts. "With sunshine and rainbows shining out of their eyes? Someone like, say… Caroline?" Klaus goes quiet, all his humor bleeding out of him in a second. "You don't," Stefan answers his own question. "You'll never be good enough for her, Klaus. Just like I was never good enough for Elena. Not really. The truth is they deserve much better than the two of us." He sighs, deflating with resignation next to Klaus. "I guess we did make quite a pair, you and I."
"Then perhaps we should die together," he says with an edge of aggression, his mood taking a sudden downturn. He's suddenly irritated. With Stefan, with this ridiculous situation, with himself for agreeing to that. "You and I, in a box, at the bottom of a quarry. Over and over again, drowning in suffering for all our sins and the women we don't deserve. How about that?" Silence stretches out between them, absolute. There's no response from Stefan, but there's also no pounding pulse, no disgruntled breaths. "Oh, look," he says dispassionately. "Someone's not having a panic attack anymore. Congratulations. You've conquered your fears. All you had to do was remember there are worse things than dying."
Klaus gives one violent kick on the door, sending it flying off its hinges. He pushes himself up, stepping out of the safe.
Caroline comes whooshing in, eyes wide as she takes in the state of the safe, the way Stefan is still down, cowering from the sudden burst of luminosity.
"What did you do to him?" she demands.
Klaus' mouth inches upward into the barest hint of a grin, no mirth whatsoever. "I fixed him."
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The fact that Klaus, the strongest creature to exist in TVDU was obsessed over Caroline, a baby vampire that couldn’t stand him at all and told him right in his face that he’s a loser and she’s beyond his lame and cheesy pickup lines is why i will never shut up about them. He chases after her right after they have a little spat and almost gets hit by a car?? like a million year old vampire like him cared so much about her he paid zero mind to his surroundings?? like no you don’t understand he wasn’t distracted by her, he was CONSUMED.
Thank you for listening to my TedTalk
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Fucking loser
#yeah using ChatGPT to write fanfics? LOSER BEHAVIOR#why they’re tainting the Klaroline tag on ao3 like that
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I did not just saw two stories on AO3 being AI generated… fanfiction is a work of love what the fuck
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There is something so precious to me about Klaus—Mr. I WILL BURN ALL OF MYSTIC FALLS TO THE GROUND AND I HATE YOU ALL; I AM THE WORST VILLAIN OF ALL TIME—being so down bad for Caroline “no one ever picks me” Forbes. Seriously. No one is doing it like them. A ship for the ages I’m never getting over them tbh
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caroline bringing out the humanity in klaus, and klaus encouraging the vampire in caroline. and them both being better for it. both characters pushing away a part of themself out of fear, but all it takes is the exact half of themselves they’re hiding from embodied in a person to draw them out.
caroline being this beacon of morality and light and empathy for klaus
while klaus is a symbol of strength and unapologetic acceptance of their nature for caroline.
them not ending up together is tragic not only because they would be so good WITH each other but because they were so good FOR each other.
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bad writing is having one character tell another that he intends to be her last love (they’re both immortal vampires btw) and then not having them end up together.
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The third chapter of my self indulgent Klaroline daughter centric fic has been posted hope you check it out
#klaroline#tvd fanfiction#tvd#tvdu fanfiction#caroline x klaus#klaroline fic#klaus x caroline#legacies fanfiction#tvd oc
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I DID IT
here it is;
The Shadow Heir
After the encounter in the woods with the Original Hybrid, Caroline becomes pregnant with Klaus’ child. She runs away from her old Mystic Falls life, but after sweet sixteen years, the past caught on to her.
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Phoebe Sawyer is the impossible daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes. A secret kept in her mother’s heart, never uncovered.
In an accident where she loses control of her magic, Phoebe was found by the Mikaelson Boarding School, a Heaven for supernatural youth. However, the Mikaelson School is not what it promises, nor are its students. Therefore, Phoebe marks the beginning of a journey to find herself, her roots and create strong bonds with those who she’ll call friends, enemies and family.
Can she step away from the shadows and into the light as she uncovers her true legacy?
not me thinking about redoing my 2015 fic of Klaus and Caroline’s daughter (from the encounter in the woods in 5x11) but kinda using the idea of a “Mikaelson Boarding School” from that one alternative universe of Lizzie’s wishes!
like imagine Hope found her bc idk she’s really powerful and recruit her into the school and then Klaroline reunion bc of it and klaus eventually finding out he has another daughter??? with the woman he loved and let go??
#klaroline#Klaroline fic#tvdu fanfiction#tvd fic#tvd fanfiction#tvd oc#Klaroline babyyyyy#caroline x klaus#post season 4 TO
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having an ancient vampire develop a psychosexual obsession for me after repressing any feelings of love for centuries would fix me i think
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IM DOING IT IM WRITING AGAIN
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Do you ever feel like there’s not a person in the world who loves you?
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the fact that Klaus was in his primary villain era but was so obsessed with Caroline while she was telling him that he was a massive loser and a psychopathic megalomaniac (but who could be saved if he changed) is why the ship is unmatched to me. imagine if she had given him more than a crumb of attention. we never saw him try to woo anyone like that again. he backed off so she could go and live her life how she told him she wanted while he still intended to be her last love. truly unhinged behaviour.
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I've long thought we needed our klaroline version of "The Kiss".
Inspired by that impromptu kiss from 4x07 that the cruel showrunners cut out.
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