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anime-lover-forever-1127 · 2 years

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Extraordinary {Klaroline}

Extraordinary

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Warnings: Death, Funerals

Info You Might Need To Know: "Speaking",

Word Count: 1.9K

Requested By: No One

Summary: What if Liz doesn't call Damon to give her speech at her funeral, but Klaus.

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Today's Special

"A fool is one who admires other cities without visiting Rome."

~Francesco Petrarca, Italian Poet

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Is she really going to do this?

Is she going to call the man who terrorized the people of Mystic Falls back, to give her eulogy.

Yes she is.

For her daughter.

Liz stared at the folded piece of paper she had found in her daughter's room.

There was a number on the paper, and underneath it, a message. And the message on it steeled her will further.

If you ever need me. Don't hesitate to call.

- Klaus

He clearly couldn't care less about the lives of humans, or the people he terrorized. But he does care about her daughter.

The sheriff of Mystic Falls took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

It rang a few times before Klaus picked it up. "Hello Sheriff." He greeted a little too cheerfully.

Liz blinked down at her screen, how the hell did he-

"If you're wondering why I have your number. Well, I believe it's always best to be ready for any possible situation." The hybrid answered her unspoken question.

Liz sighs, "I'm dying."

Klaus pauses on the other end, mostly because he knew how devastated Caroline would be. "And let me guess. You want to use your daughter's connection to me to get me to help?"

Liz instantly turned furious. "No! Of course not. I'm happy to die a normal death. My time has come, and I don't want any interference of any kind." She glared, wishing she could empty a revolver full of vervain soaked wooden bullets into the hybrid's body. "But Caroline..." she trailed off, voice showing her exhaustion and fear.

Klaus paused on the other end, impressed. She didn't hesitate to shout at him. And he could tell it wasn't because she was on her deathbed either. This was the same woman who stared him down and threatened to kill him if he ever hurt her daughter again.

He can definitely see where Caroline got her personality from.

"Then why are you calling the Sheriff?" He asked.

"I want you to come to the funeral." Liz said, leaning against the bed frame.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't aware we were close?"

"We aren't." Liz scoffed. "But when I die. Caroline's going to need someone to rely on."

Klaus sighed, "Well hate to break it to you Sheriff. But I'm not exactly allowed back in Mystic Falls."

Liz looked surprised, until she quickly realized that there was only one person who could bend the hybrid to their will.

Her daughter.

"Really? Not even for your future mother-in-law's blessing?" She asked. Klaus stopped walking, surprised. "Look. I can't stand the things you've done since you've come into my town. But for my daughter's happiness, I am willing to put up with them, as long as she is. I know her. She truly loves you, and will come around eventually. But you know that too, don't you? You were always playing the long game from the beginning."

"I'll come." Klaus agrees, seriously.

Liz nods, "Good. On that note. I need you to tell her something for me..."

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"Do you know who's giving the eulogy?" Damon asked, frowning. He could have sworn Liz would have chosen him.

Caroline shook her head. "Mom said she called a friend. But didn't tell me who."

Damon's question was soon answered when they watched in shock as Klaus Mikaelson walked up to the podium.

"No way." Damon shook his head in disbelief.

"This has to be a joke." Elena protested.

They turned to Caroline, but the blond hadn't taken her eyes off of him since he first came into her view. He was dressed in a three piece black suit, with his hair brushed back. He hadn't changed a bit since Caroline last saw him. That time being the afternoon they spent scarring the mystic falls rabbit population, and knocking down the trees in the forest.

Klaus stood at the front, his eyes instantly locking with the blond baby vampire. "I didn't know Liz Forbes that well." He began. "In her last moments, she asked me to pass along a message to her daughter, Caroline."

Caroline's breath caught.

This was real.

Her mother had really called Klaus of all people.

For her...

"Your mom wanted you to know how proud of you she was, and she should be." Klaus spoke. "You're a beautiful, strong woman, a generous friend, and a bright light in a sea of darkness."

Caroline knew he meant every word. She would see it in his eyes, that had never once left hers.

"She said you were extraordinary, and you are, and so was she. Liz was a hero to this town. She was a hero to all of you. And in her final moments, she earned my respect. Goodbye, Sheriff. You will be missed." The hybrid finished, nodding in respect.

He meant it. Not just because she had brought his light into this world, but also because in her final moments, she truly earned his respect. Very few have ever earned his respect despite the thousand years he spent on this earth. He was proud to say that Liz Forbes had done it.

Caroline looked down, her eyes glossing over. She and her mother hadn't always had the best relationship, especially after the divorce and finding out she was a vampire.

But over the recent years, they had finally begun building bridges and had gotten closer.

And now she is gone.

She knew her mother loved her.

She was sure of it.

But hearing those words.

Especially from Klaus...

At the moment, she knew.

She was her mother's first choice.

She is Klaus' first choice.

With one speech, they had both shown her that.

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Caroline entered her room to see Klaus casually sprawled across her bed, the first three buttons of his shift were left open, with his bowtie long gone.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, missing her usual fire as a result of her exhaustion.

Klaus sprang up and prawled up to her. "You know exactly why I'm here Caroline."

The blond felt her knees almost buckle under the look he was giving her.

He wasn't angry... his azure eyes were just filled with sadness.

Of course he had faaigured it out. Why she insisted on doing so quickly.

Everything in one day.

Because she didn't want to face tomorrow.

Her friends still had no idea.

But he had taken one look at her, and saw right through her.

Knew what she was planning to do.

"What are you doing back here?" She asked, wanting to change the topic. "You promised you wouldn't come back."

Klaus knew what she was doing, but decided it was better to let her change the topic.

One day, he intended to ask her why she felt such the need to give up her humanity. But that day didn't have to be today.

"Your mother invited me." He told her honestly.

"So she really asked you to give that speech?" Caroline demanded.

Klaus smiled, "Why? Is it really that hard to believe?"

"Uh, yeah." Caroline answered bluntly. "The first time you met her. You had just ordered a kid she knew since he was little, to bite her daughter. I don't exactly see a lot of lost love between you guys."

"You weren't supposed to come back." She said softly. It would have been so much easier. By now, her switch would have been flipped, and she wouldn't have all these feelings.

But with Klaus here. It would be impossible. Whenever he was around, she had all these feelings swarming around inside of her.

Not only that.

He made her want to feel every single one of them.

"Well I did have my future mother-in-law's blessing." He teased her, gently brushing the back of his hand against her cheek.

Caroline's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

Klaus chuckled, "Her words. Not mine."

Klaus' eyes softened. "She wanted me to make sure that you wouldn't turn it off. And I was more than happy to help."

The pair stood together in silence.

It had been months since he last saw her, and for all Klaus knew. It could be decades before he ever saw her again. So he intended to use this time to remember every tiny detail, as if he didn't have a hundred drawings of her from their time in Mystic Falls alone.

Klaus smiled sadly, knowing that it was time to leave. But just as he was about to walk past her, Caroline reached out and grabbed his hand, surprising herself, just as much as she surprised him.

"Does your offer for Rome still stand?" Caroline asked quietly. "I may not be ready for the noise of Tokyo, or what Paris would mean." She confessed. "But I think I'm ready to start in Rome."

Klaus smiled and wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. "Rome it is."

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I liked the words of the speech, but never the fact that it was Caroline's abuser who was giving them. So I decided to switch it out for Klaus.

I've also been reading so many Klaroline fics. So now whenever I watch TVD, I'm like "Wait, what? Elena's the main character! Why?" Like it just feels odd to see TVD, not centered on Caroline and Klaroline.

Also, I just really loved this video. It was so beautifully edited. It was like reading a fanfic about Caroline finding out Klaus got Hayley pregnant. (And none of the scenes were choppy.)

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Klaus + Caroline || I Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

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bakerolivias-archived · 2 years

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honestly i think one of the major reasons im not a huge klaroline stan is because i dont think without caroline over all rejecting him he never would have come to terms with how sensitive he really is how to be vulnerable aka some of the things that make klamille amazing

okay my answer for this ask has actually been deleted three times now and unfortunately they were very long meta answers because tumblr’s a real piece of work.

anyways; tldr: so true bestie! caroline was, more or less, really important to helping klaus come to the self-realization that he can be hurt, and what it meant to build a real, mature, and stable relationship. klamille and klaroline were both significant in terms of klaus’s development, klaus cared for them both so intensely, and that doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing, even though fandom likes to perceive it as such and generalize klamille/cami as a “copy” of klaroline/caroline (which is an incredibly misogynistic and poorly constructed take, but ya know.)

it’s clear klaus has a type: brilliant, headstrong blond women (maybe because of his mommy/sister issues but of course klaus probs doesn’t see it that way LOL). that’s pretty much where the similarities end because cami and caroline are both incredibly three dimensional and unique characters (and klaus has very good taste.) there was a huge difference in the way both dynamics were approached, even if they may have started out in relatively the same way. klaus was intrigued by caroline, admired her tenacity and the way she shamelessly refused to hold back her opinion, and appreciated how she did not hesitate to call him out and reprimand him for attempting to flirt using expensive gifts and showing her dramatic art pieces, instead of establishing a “connection” as klaus defined it, based on mutual understanding. he “enjoys” the strength of character she’s displayed, the way she pushes him to be real and transparent instead of only show a polished version of himself - which would be pointless anyways since she already knows the terrible things he’s capable of. because she’s so blatant and honest, something klaus deeply appreciates, klaus finds himself able to confide in her, and caroline reciprocates, maybe a bit out of boredom, but also because she finds him interesting and she has her own grief/troubles she’d like to communicate. she’s also incredibly perceptive and intelligent, despite what others (namely d.amon and perhaps matt at one point) would think, which klaus is more than aware of and likes about her. caroline understands that klaus doesn’t want to be lonely, that he wants to be loved, listened to, and understood. that’s truly all that anyone wants. but she also calls him out for what he can’t seem to grasp: he is the cause of his own loneliness, pushing loved ones away out of anger and paranoia, and she’s able to see this after only a few conversations.

where KC went wrong was that they had very different interpretations of love, and how it was expressed. while caroline was endeared by and supportive of klaus’s personal growth that he’d shown on TOs5, not out of some misguided attempt to convince her he’s changed but simply out of genuine selflessness, he acted, and thought, very differently when it came to what acts of love and kindness looked like: for example, “haven’t you experienced the attraction that comes when a person capable of terrible things, for some reason, only seems to care about you?” or, “kindness, mercy... i’ve shown it all for you.” caroline is attracted to people that are good, who do good deeds, and tells klaus that, in her opinion, terrible people are just terrible people, which means klaus doesn’t have to be the person that he is and can choose differently. she’s not going to be the singular person klaus is supposedly “good” for, the sole person responsible for making klaus a better person, because she deserves better than to be a moral compass, or forced into that role unwillingly, unless klaus showed some potential for better behavior. what she wanted for klaus, as she said in TOs5, was for him to be able to do that himself, for himself, and not as some kind of appeasement to a love interest, but klaus couldn’t understand what he was doing wrong. to hear caroline basically call him a terrible person hurt him, even if he is self aware of his own actions. klaus didn’t have the patience to attempt to process what caroline was trying to tell him, and neither of them were in the right place to pursue a deeper romantic relationship.

enter klamille. cami’s a literal therapist: she has a psych degree and is supposed to “analyze” and help people like klaus, for a living. while i think she should have had more of a narrative beyond the klamille dynamic, camille and klaus had an infinitely more functional relationship (although i suppose that could be because the writers were never intending to have KC end up together in the first place). since klaus was staying in NOLA long term, he and cami were in the right proximity, and places in their life because cami had already graduated college while caroline still needed to find the direction her life would go in, to work through the different stages of their relationship and get to know each other. because of cami’s occupation as a therapist, klaus is allowed to be understood in a way i don’t think he ever has been, and when cami tells him uncomfortable truths, klaus is far more receptive and willing to listen. he’s also much more comfortable being vulnerable and working through his issues in a semi-healthy and semi-professional environment. while therapist-patient relationships aren’t necessarily healthy in the real world, klaus and cami make it work because they’re both mutually invested in their romantic relationship and there’s always a sense of respect, autonomy, and friendship in their dynamic. klaus could have seen him and cami building a life together, side by side, because they make each other better: she helps him fulfill his capability to be good, and allows him to feel human, and he gets under her skin in ways few people have (which is also true vise versa). cami’s essence and humanity and her connection to klaus, despite her vampirism and then eventual death, was immortalized by the way he remembered her, the way she “saved” his soul (as caroline worded it in that one ep i haven’t gotten to yet - anyone capable of love is capable of being saved, which establishes how much klaus cares for other people and also, in a way, foreshadows what klamille would mean to him).

in some ways, klaroline certainly laid the groundwork for the klamille dynamic and allowing klaus to accept his humanity, as well as his human needs.

#tribridbibrid #anna's messages #meta tag #ignore me pls that was wayyyyyy too long #i just have a lot of thoughts about KC and CK :)

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chikoriita · 3 years

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Single Father Seeking Sane Step-Mama Pt. 2

As the hour grew closer to tea time, Eloise strategically chose her seat in the drawing-room. Though not nearly as big as Bridgerton House, afternoon tea at Number Five drew plenty of visitors. With Colin recently returned to town and her mother’s birthday celebration coming up, Bridgertons of all ages flocked to tea. Hence, if Eloise wanted to make her own guests welcome, she needed to make ample space for them.

Amanda and Oliver would fit in with the gaggle of nieces and nephews that accompanied their mothers to tea. Between Daphne, Kate, and Sophie, at least one child of similar age would arrive. If not, Violet always had a marvelous spread. That is if Colin left any for the rest of the family.

No, it was their father Eloise worried about. Would he feel uncomfortable in the midst of all the Bridgertons? Frannie might not come, but Hyacinth was a force of nature in herself. Would he take them up on her spur of the moment offer? What if all her preparations were for naught?

Settled into the armchair by the window, Eloise kept a wary eye on the gate. She did not want to miss them.

“You are here quite early for tea, Eloise.” Daphne strolled in with her two eldest children in tow. “Usually Hyacinth has to bellow for you to “make haste.” Her elder sister gave her a sly smile as she settled on the sofa. Ambrose and Belinda found some sort of entertainment on the other side of the drawing-room.

Eloise made a face. Of course, she would remember something she did at seventeen years old. “You, dear sister, were about to be late for your own presentation. Hyacinth only has to shout if I am in the middle of writing something. They are completely different subjects.”

Daphne laughed. “So you say.”

“Oh good, you brought the older children today.” Eloise did a little clap of excitement.

Her sister furrowed her brow. “Yes, Caroline and Davina had an art lesson this afternoon. Why is it good?”

She leaned close. “The townhome next door was rented out for the Season. I encountered the children as they were moving in today, and invited them to tea.” Reclining once again, Eloise peeked outside to see if anyone else was arriving.

Daphne hummed. “I wonder who they are.”

“I’ve never met them before. The children gave the last name Crane. I have yet to meet their father.”

“Whose father?” Violet asked as two footmen trailed her with a cart full of pastries.

“Mama, does the name Crane ring a bell? I feel like I know someone with the surname, but I cannot place it,” Daphne pondered.

Violet shook her head. “No, dearest. I cannot either.”

Hyacinth bounded into the room with none of the delicacies of a proper debutante. “Are we discussing the new neighbors? Eloise should know all about them.” She smirked. “She’s the one who met the children today.”

“How did you-”

“I was in your room.”

“Mama!”

“Hyacinth,” her mother warned.

She shrugged. “Eloise has the best view of the street. If anyone wants to learn anything, it’s the best place to start.”

“Stay out of my room,” Eloise hissed. Hyacinth stuck her tongue out at her. Violet glared at them both.

Wickham arrived at the door. “A Sir Phillip Crane has arrived for Miss Bridgerton.” He gestured to the Crane family.

“Sir Phillip?” Daphne murmured as they all stood to greet the Cranes.

“I did not know either,” Eloise mumbled in return.

“Sir Phillip, what a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to our home,” Violet warmly said. Ever the gracious hostess, she did not miss a beat. “Thank you for accepting Eloise’s invitation. I am the Dowager Lady Bridgerton, but you may call me Violet.” She held out a welcoming hand.

“It is a pleasure, Lady Bridgerton.” He bowed over her hand. “May I introduce my children?”

Eloise would have glanced behind him to find the twins. However, she could not move past him. Meeting in person confirmed that her initial observation was true. He was large, and it suited him. Sir Phillip. A strong and sturdy name meant for someone such as him.

“Miss Eloise!” Amanda’s voice pulled her out of her reverie. “Are you glad we came?” The adoration in the little girl before her humbled Eloise more than she expected.

“I am,” she softly said. “Let me introduce you both to my niece and nephew.” She held her hands out. It surprised her how well their hands fit in her own.

So these were the Bridgertons, Phillip thought. He felt awkward in a room full of such beautiful people. Lady Bridgerton made the introductions as Eloise took his children away. Besides herself and Eloise, the other two ladies were her daughters as well. “This is Hyacinth, my youngest, and my eldest daughter, Daphne, the Duchess of Hastings.”

“Your Grace.” He bowed once more. He may be rusty, but from what little he knew, a Duchess deserved at least that.

“Oh, we do not stand for such formality in the Bridgerton household. Please call me Daphne.” She steered him toward a long sofa. “We may still have stragglers. Let us chat.”

Phillip held back a gulp. “Are more guests expected?” Should they have postponed it for another day? “If so-”

“Oh no, Sir Phillip. My mother has an open door policy. With eight children, she stopped counting guests for tea ages ago.”

“Eight?”

Daphne laughed. “Is it possible that we have met the one person in all of London that does not know our reputations?”

Violet gave a sharp glance to her daughter. “We do not have a reputation.”

“Yes, we do, Mama. According to Lady Whistledown, you have four handsome sons and four beautiful daughters. All neatly and alphabetically organized,” Eloise returned to the conversation. She made her way toward the armchair she had before when Daphne tugged her into the remaining space on the sofa. Right in between the duchess and himself.

Alphabetically named children? “How delightful.”

The youngest daughter, Hyacinth, snickered. “Not according to Lady Whistledown. She said it was banal.”

With that comment, all of the Bridgerton ladies launched into a lively conversation. All Phillip could do was watch. He had vaguely heard of this Lady Whistledown, but he did not care much for the musings of a gossip columnist. No, he was far more interested in the young lady seated next to him.

Miss Eloise Bridgerton shared the same coloring as her sisters and mother, but on her everything seemed more. A rich brown hue in her hair, deep blue eyes, and a flush in her cheeks that matched her spirit. From everything he observed, Eloise Bridgerton was far beyond his league. All he sought was a quiet mother for his children. Someone who would not mind him spending more time with plants than the local society. Someone who did not resent him for surviving while his brother did not.

Daphne handed him a cup of tea. “Any sugar or cream?”

“No thank you.” He took a sip. It was a nice blend, and one he had not encountered before.

Hyacinth passed him a plate of pastries. “Get your share in before Colin returns. He is the reason we have two carts,” she said with a grin. “Where is your estate?”

“Hyacinth!” Both her sisters hissed.

It was a neatly tucked question. He rather admired the girl for it. “We reside at Romney Hall in Gloucestershire year-round. This will actually be my first Season in town.” And hopefully last, he prayed.

“Do you have any family in town?” Violet kindly asked.

He shook his head. “Not of my own, unfortunately. My late wife’s cousins do live near here.”

“We may know them. Who are they?”

Before he could answer, two more visitors arrived. One had the first familiar face here in London. He stood quickly to greet her. “Miss Featherington.”

Penelope Featherington had been wrapped in conversation with the gentleman beside her. If he guessed correctly, this was a Bridgerton brother. Lady Whistledown was correct, he admitted. The man was quite handsome.

At the sound of her name, she turned to Phillip and gasped. “Sir Phillip!”

“I am pleased to see you still recognize me after all these years,” he said politely. It was a very slight relation, but it was the only available in the city. It was pure luck that he encountered her in Lady Bridgerton’s drawing-room.

Eloise glanced between him and Penelope, as did every other Bridgerton. How did Penelope know their new neighbor?

Daphne was the first to recover from her confusion. Recognition dawned on her face. “Sir Phillip Crane was married to Miss Thompson,” she whispered, clutching Eloise’s hand.

“Miss Thompson?” Eloise parroted. All the pieces clicked together. “That Miss Thompson?” She covertly gestured to Colin. It had been years since anyone mentioned that fiasco of 1813.

Her sister wore her worry on her face. Eloise watched her brother instead. Obviously, Sir Phillip had no idea who he was in regards to his late wife.

Penelope nervously smiled. “It has been some time since our last meeting. My condolences on Marina,” her voice cracked as she spoke her name aloud.

Violet’s eyes widened at the name while Hyacinth nearly fell out of her precarious seat. Colin showed no particular emotion at all.

To her surprise, Eloise saw Sir Phillip grimace. It was slight, but she was sure it was there. “Thank you, Miss Featherington. Might I introduce you to my children?”

As he went to retrieve Oliver and Amanda, she spied another odd happening. Colin whispered something into Penelope’s ear. Eloise narrowed her eyes. What was going on here today? Penelope spoke quietly to him, and he nodded.

“Colin!” Eloise called out to him. “Have a seat next to me.” Daphne took the hint and moved to a seat closer to Mama.

He complied, swiping two pastries on his way over. Even in this awkward situation, Colin had to think of his stomach.

“I’m sorry.”

Colin coughed at her words. He recovered quickly enough to ask, “Why? It’s not as if you brought him here. Why is he at tea anyway?” Her brother, to his credit, did not grumble or sound put out. He had near a decade to get over Marina Thompson and her actions. From the little Penelope had told her of that summer, Marina did what she thought she needed to do.

“I invited them here,” she admitted. Eloise guiltily looked over to where Sir Phillip stood with the twins and Penelope. Amanda looked like a doll with her sun-kissed curls, and Oliver had a mischievous smile on his face. Some of her guilt melted away when she thought back to the solemn look on his face earlier. No, no matter the awkward situation, she was glad to see that the children had enjoyed themselves.

“Lady Bridgerton, I believe we have spent enough of your time,” Sir Phillip spoke. The twins’ angelic faces turned mutinous at his words.

“Nonsense, you are welcome here,” Violet warmly said.

“Nevertheless, we must take our leave.” He reached to take Amanda’s hand when she backed away.

“No! Can we please stay with Miss Eloise?” She rushed over to sit next to Eloise.

Oliver was not far behind his sister. “Miss Eloise wants us here.”

All eyes turned to look at her. Oh dear, what a situation. Sir Phillip pleaded with the exhausted look on his face. “Amanda, Oliver…” She sighed. “You have traveled a long way. It is a time to relax. Even Ambrose is tired.”

Daphne shot a glance at her son that had him yawning within seconds. It was pleasant to see her sister had not lost her maternal touch.

She took both of their hands. “I enjoyed seeing you both again.”

“You are welcome to come to tea any time you like, dears,” Violet added.

Penelope chimed in. “I must be going as well. Mama will be expecting me home soon.” Eloise resisted raising a brow at her friend. Portia Featherington never expected Penelope for anything. “I can escort you out, Sir Phillip.”

He nodded and held his arm out for her to take. Colin tensed beside her. What was going on with him?

“Come children.” Sir Phillip’s tone brooked no more rebellion. Reluctantly, the twins followed him. Before they fully exited, Amanda turned around and gave a small wave to Eloise. She could not help but smile back at the little girl and give her a little wave in return.

It was a few moments later that Eloise realized that all eyes were on her once again. Hyacinth’s were teasing, Daphne’s warm, and Violet’s motherly as always.

Only Colin seemed reserved. “That was an interesting encounter. Is he the latest in your line of suitors, El?”

“There is no line of suitors,” she shot back, crossing her arms. She loved Colin, but there were times she wanted to strangle him with his cravat.

“If there were, Sir Phillip would be right in front. He could barely take his eyes off Eloise,” Hyacinth added. Maybe she would get the cravat treatment as well.

“He is not my suitor! I barely know him.”

Violet patted her on the hand. “Dearest, they are simply teasing you. Do not take their words to heart.” She heaved a sigh. “Anyway, the ton is a small world. Who could have known of Sir Phillip’s connection?”

“I should have recognized him,” Daphne said.

“Why? When would you have met him?” Colin asked.

“I- um… I contacted the Army on Miss Thompson’s behalf after… everything. It was then Sir Phillip found her.”

“Was he the father of her child? Well, children?” Hyacinth could barely hold her curiosity.

“That’s enough Hyacinth,” Violet sharply said.

Daphne shook her head. “It was his older brother, Sir George. He died in the Peninsular Wars.” She looked at Eloise as she said this.

“It is their own personal matter. It does not involve us.” Violet folded her hands in her lap, signaling the end of this topic.

Her mother was wrong though. After the events of that day, it would involve the Bridgertons personally, whether they liked it or not.

And Eloise was caught in the middle, physically and possibly emotionally.

Later that evening, Eloise sat at her desk and stared at the blank parchment in front of her. She was not sure of what she even wanted to say. All she knew was that she needed to say something.

Sir Phillip,

Thank you for your presence at our house…

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josefavomjaaga · 3 years

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Helfert, Joachim Murat, Chapter 2, Part 3

So, the Congress of Vienna is about to be officially opened, and the mood particularly among British diplomats has turned somewhat hostile towards a King Joachim Murat on the throne of Naples. Murat does not attend the congress in person (apparently, Eugène Beauharnais was the only member of the family who did) but has sent representatives there. Meanwhile, back in Naples:

What impression those news from the Congress of Vienna had on the Court of Naples the interested reader can imagine. The hot-tempered king went from one excitement to another, while Caroline, faithful to the role she had taken upon herself, maintained her prudent attitude and, supported by Count Mier, did not miss any opportunity to repeat to her husband the advice that Castlereagh had given him through the Duke of Campochiaro. But who can account for his disposition? Every ray of hope set him aglow, every piece of unfavourable news threw him into a state of despair, in which he returned to all the great plans which they had so often tried to put out of his mind.

A peculiar impression was made on Joachim by the arrival of French General Boulnois, who, coming from the Jonian Islands, which he had handed over to the Allies in the name of his king, arrived in Naples in the night of 12 to 13 October and requested an audience with the king the very next day, which the king granted him. Boulnois made all sorts of captivating statements, spoke of the admiration that King Louis had for Joachim's military qualities and merits, of the European situation, of the possibility of a renewed outbreak of hostilities, of the great role that Joachim would then be called upon to play in Italy, and the like, so that the king finally asked him in amazement whether he had the authority to enter into any negotiations with him. Boulnois then suddenly gave the conversation a different turn, spoke about the conditions in France, about the discontent that prevailed in the army against Louis XVIII, about the confidence that King Joachim enjoyed in the same circles as in a large part of the French nation, until finally the King took leave of him, not without letting him know that he was not at all willing to fall into the trap that was being set for him from a certain side.

On October 22nd, Roccaromana returned from Vienna, where he had found the most friendly reception at Court, which made the King quite happy for a moment; he was only worried again that Emperor Franz had not answered him in writing. The Duke had less favourable news to report about the rest of the society, whose views and aims were not at all in harmony with the King's interests. A confirmation of this seemed to come on November 4, when a courier arrived from the Russian envoy to the Congress, Nesselrode, summoning General Tuyll to Vienna. Although assurances were enclosed that this step had no political motives whatsoever and that the baron would return to his post as soon as possible, it could not fail that at court and in government circles people put their heads together and suspected all sorts of things. Joachim himself fell into gloomy contemplation, did not want to believe that the matter was as it was presented, and saw himself sacrificed by Russia. When a few days later, on 12 November, Major Prince Alliano brought bad news from Vienna - the congress had been formally opened on 1 November without the two Neapolitan plenipotentiaries being recognised and admitted as participants - the King at first felt as if he had been crushed, and in the second dreamed of nothing but war, defence to the knife.

The time was high for the arrival of a friendlier messenger: General Filangieri, who on the 17th delivered a handwritten letter from Emperor Franz to his monarch. The next day, when our envoy appeared before the King, he found him in a mood of true exuberance. "I am imbued with the goodness of your Emperor," he exclaimed: "It is he, his mighty protection, to whom I shall owe my crown. I shall make it my duty to repeat this often to my children, in order to instil in them, for his illustrious house, the same sentiments of recognition and attachment which have inspired me. My person, my army, everything I possess, I place at his disposal. May he have the goodness to tell me what I should do in order to be of service to him. I want to fight for him with my troops, not only in Italy, no, everywhere where his interests make it desirable. Let him but procure for me the recognition of England, and then I shall fear neither France nor Spain. These two powers cannot disembark 20,000 men; but there shall be 40,000 of them, and I shall know how to resist them!"

What Joachim had tossed around in his conversation with Mier concerning France and Spain related to all sorts of rumours that kept cropping up, sometimes in this form, sometimes in another. Now it was said that in Sicily people were busily equipping all the warships and transport ships, increasing the land troops and making preparations to receive a Spanish army corps. Then again Gallo received news from Rome: the French minister there had spoken loudly about a family agreement between the courts of Paris and Madrid in favour of Ferdinand IV, and the Pope had also promised to support it. Since Maria Carolina was known to be dead, it was her two sons in whose hands the threads of all these various activities were brought together. The hereditary Prince Franz, it was said in Naples, had promoted himself to the position of head of the Carbonari, maintained the connection between those of Calabria and those in Sicily; the younger Prince formed the centre of all the common arrangements of the three Bourbon courts in Vienna. Since Leopold had a brother of Murat's lieutenant-general d'Ambrosio in his entourage, the latter was sent to Vienna at the turn of the year 1814/15 to find out what was going on and to take care of other matters there…

General Filangieri also delivered a letter from Prince Metternich to Mier, who was instructed to appease the king. " It is not seldom one creates embarrassments for oneself," wrote the wise Chancellor of State, "if one tries to meet them by too impatient haste. The king's attitude, the only one that corresponds to his true interests, must be that of calm. He is in his own country, he has a fine army, between him and France he has the armed forces of Austria; he must come to an understanding with the only immediate border neighbour he has, and he must place himself in the position of a power which seeks no quarrel with any other, but which would reject any attack". The immediate border neighbour of Joachim, as hardly needs to be said, meant none other than the Pope, and Count Mier was confident that he could take advantage of the happy mood in which our Emperor's letter had put the king to persuade him to give up his seemingly hostile position in the Marches. But on this point he found Joachim unbending. He showed himself willing in secondary matters; he promised to instruct Prince Carascosa to comply in all respects with the wishes of the FM Bellegarde; he also declared himself willing, if desired in Vienna, to replace this general, a hothead and full of mistrust, by another. In essence, however, the king not only maintained his old position, but gave the matter a twist, as if it were Naples which had to be concerned about Rome. In the Marches, he claimed, there were no more than 16,000 men and they were spread out from Ascoli to Fano, which was indispensable for the maintenance of peace in these regions; only recently an uprising had broken out at Osimo near Ancona, and mobile columns had had to be sent out to quell it. Of course, his own speeches revealed that the discontent of the population in the Marches was in fact only due to the oppressive presence of his troops, and the papal government actually accused his agencies of deliberately sowing discord and discontent in order to provide him with a pretext for interference. Cardinal Bacca, by direct order of the Pope, sent a very serious, even impolite letter to the Neapolitan Consul Zuccari in Rome, openly denouncing his activities, the scouts and agitators he had in his guard, the secret meetings he was organising and the like, and threatening to use police force. In this way, the tension between the two neighbouring governments grew and was about to erupt into open hostility.

I guess, talking about wanting to fight for whoever and for whatever reason really was the worst thing Murat could do at that moment. And I wonder if, by attending the congress in person, Murat might to some degree have been able to force the other governments' hand. If this would not have been a perfect moment for some Gascon impudence - just mingle and be a pain everybody's ass, remind them that you're there and will not go away. It's much harder to ignore somebody if he's standing right beside you.

But then again, they probably would have managed to do that, too, if they deemed it necessary.

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Wanderlust Chapter Four

It was a quarter past twelve in the afternoon when Klaus pulled up outside Caroline’s small house. When he stepped out of his temporary vehicle, he took in the sight of the house. When he was there the other day to evaluate her kidnapping, he never took the chance to really admire the home. It was small but it fit Caroline’s personality. It was only one story, had white siding with big windows and a black door that he knew lead into the home’s open floor plan. While small, he could tell that it was not exactly inexpensive. Then again, Caroline was frugal and due to her successful job, it was not surprising that she would have splurged on a nice home. He could see Caroline living her day to day life in that house, cooking, cleaning and playing with Enzo. Mentally, he calculated the distance between Mystic Falls to Washington D.C. but scolded himself.

Klaus was not there to pursue anything with her; even if the drive between them was only an hour and a half.

Caroline had called asking if he could come by that afternoon. Her message was vague and did not say why she wanted to him to come over. There was no urgency in her voice nor was there any fear to make Klaus concerned for her safety. He knew that over the last three days, both Liz and Bonnie slept at her house, ensuring that she was not alone. The few times he spoke with Caroline told him she was both thankful and annoyed at them both.

Typically, Klaus never got attached to victims during investigations; mainly because by the time he got involved, all the victims had been murdered. Although, during the few times that he dealt with living victims, he did what he could to be sympathetic and meet their needs, but he kept them at arm’s length.

But there was something different about Caroline. Perhaps it was her strength or the light that she seemed to have within her; despite the darkness that had touched her soul. Maybe it was the darkness; a darkness that only few could truly understand. While the thought of her being harmed in anyway, drove him into a frenzy; knowing that she would be able to understand his own darkness was appealing, and he hated himself for the thought.

Shaking himself from his feelings, he strolled up the brick walkway and onto her small porch. He raised his hand to rap his knuckles against the wooden door. Through the windows on the door, he could see a hazy view of her living room but could see nothing clearly. It was only seconds before the door opened but it was not Caroline on the other side.

“Good afternoon Ms. Bennet.” Bonnie smiled at him, unsurprised by his presence. She stepped aside slightly, allowing him to enter. Enzo quickly padded over to him, his tail wagging as he did so. Klaus bent down to pet the dog behind the ears. Enzo rolled over, exposing his belly to Klaus and the former couldn’t help but reach out and rub it. He laughed at the dog’s antics before gazing at Bonnie. “Where is Caroline?”

“Dr. Fell stopped by. They should be done shortly.” Bonnie replied, pointing at the closed bedroom door; before sitting down on one of the bar stools that was pushed into the kitchen island. Klaus nodded, taking in the other woman’s appearance. She appeared tired; the bags under her eyes told him that she had slept very little. Her short hair fell flat around her chin and due to its damp nature and the sofa’s apparent disarray, he assumed that Bonnie had stayed the night again. “Caroline mentioned she called you and asked that I wait in case you came.”

“Of course.” Klaus replied nodding, still rubbing Enzo’s stomach. Enzo scampered off and grabbed a toy dragon, bringing it back to Klaus. The agent chuckled, grabbed the toy and gently tossed it across the room. Enzo took off after it; only to bring the blue dragon back to Klaus, urging him to play. “How is she?”

“She is being the same old, Caroline. Putting on a brave face but I think it is bothering her more than she is letting on.” Bonnie replied, watching Klaus play with Enzo. Bonnie typically was not one to betray her friend’s confidence and Klaus knew not to pry more. The last thing he wanted was for Caroline to lose trust in another friend. “He likes you.”

“Enzo?” Bonnie nodded and Klaus smiled. Klaus sat down on the ground and started playing tug-of-war with Enzo, never breaking eye contact with the playful dog. “Perhaps I’m just likable. That and dogs can sense things that most people cannot. He knows that I am here to help. Plus, I like dogs more than most people.”

“I suppose in your line of work that makes sense.” Bonnie muttered. Klaus wanted to agree but Caroline’s bedroom door opened. Caroline and Dr. Fell stepped out and by the annoyed look on both their faces told Klaus that the appointment did not go well.

“At least get them filled, Caroline. That way you have them in case you need them.” Dr. Fell asked, trying to hand her a piece of paper that Klaus assumed was a prescription. Caroline shook her head and crossed her arms.

“I don’t need them. I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.” Dr. Fell’s tone held both equal measures of harshness and compassion. “You’re not sleeping. Given what you’ve been through, I think you should still be in the hospital, but I know you’re going to fight me on that. If Ms. Bennet did not call me this morning, I would not have known that something was wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong. The shakes and chills have stopped. My feet feel fine and once I get this cast off, I’ll be good as new.” Caroline replied and yet not a single person in the room believed her. Klaus could see Bonnie roll her eyes. She hopped off the stool and walked over to the doctor and Caroline. She took the paper from Dr. Fell’s hand and gave Caroline a wide smile.

“I’ll make sure this gets filled.”

“Thank you, Bonnie.” Dr. Fell turned back to Caroline. “Take them. They will help you sleep. Call me if you need anything or you feel that something is off. Okay?” Dr. Fell pressed and Caroline nodded. She turned to leave the house and nodded her head towards Klaus in greeting. “Agent Mikaelson.”

“Dr. Fell.” Klaus watched as Dr. Fell left the house, shutting the door tightly behind her. Enzo was still nudging Klaus with the dragon, hoping that he would toss it across the room again. Instead, he just started petting Enzo; his gaze focusing on Caroline.

Much like Bonnie, she looked as though she had a rough night. While he saw no bags under her eyes like Bonnie, he could tell that she looked exhausted. She wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a floral tank top. The bruises on her arms seemed to have healed slightly; only leaving a few yellow patches where he knew the needle marks would have been. She wore no shoes and had no problem walking around her kitchen counter, telling Klaus that her feet have healed enough for her to walk comfortably; that and seeing that she was able to run out of the police station the other day.

“I’m mad at you.” Caroline muttered to Bonnie, pointing her finger at her with narrowed eyes. The latter just snorted; not caring about Caroline’s anger. Caroline turned to Klaus, who pulled himself from the floor and patted Enzo on the head. “Thank you for coming Klaus. I am making a cup of coffee; can I get you anything?”

“Coffee with be fine, thank you. Black.”

“Are you taking off?” Caroline asked, directing her question to Bonnie; who had grabbed her purse. Klaus noticed she put Caroline’s prescription into it before slinging it over her shoulder. While Klaus felt more comfortable with someone being with Caroline constantly, he understood that the rest of the world needed to continue on with their lives. Out of curiosity, Klaus peaked out the window to ensure that a police cruiser was still stationed across the street.

“Yes. I am going to stop by the shop and make sure Anna is able to fill the orders.” Caroline smirked at that and a look passed between the friends. Klaus was unsure who Anna was but whomever she was seemed to be a running joke between the two friends. “I will get your prescription filled and Liz mentioned something about cooking some pasta dish or something.”

“Spaghetti. That’s all she knows how to cook.” Bonnie snorted and Klaus chuckled. After spending a good portion of his days in the sheriff’s presence, that bit of information did not surprise in him the slightest. “You don’t have to stay over.”

“Yes, I do. Now, no more arguments.” She walked over to the front door and turned before letting herself out. She pointed between Caroline and Klaus. “Let me know when you’re done. Okay?” Caroline nodded in agreement as Bonnie left the house; closing the door behind her. Klaus turned to Caroline, raising his eyebrow at her in question.

“I’d ask how you are faring, but I think I’ll just receive the answer of ‘fine’ and we both know that is a lie.” Klaus could not help at the scowl that took over her lips. He sat down at the island while he watched Caroline pull two mugs while the coffee brewed. “I take it that neither Dr. Fell nor Ms. Bennet believe you, either? Do you need help?”

“No, I got it. And no, they don’t.” Caroline replied with a heavy sigh. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a container of Fat Free French Vanilla coffee creamer. “I mean, I get it. They are worried and just want to show they care; but I’m not a child. I don’t need constant supervision or to have my hand held. I just feel a bit suffocated, that’s all.”

“You nearly died Caroline. Them being here, taking care of you, is just their way of ensuring themselves that you’re okay.” Klaus thought back to all the times during his teenage years when he felt hoovered over and smothered. At the time he hated it at the time and knew that as an adult, he still would. However, he could understand the sentiments. “I do understand where you are coming from. When I was fifteen, I nearly died. My family hoovered over me constantly and I wanted to throttle each and every one of my siblings.”

“I’m sorry.” Caroline whispered. Klaus could tell that she wanted to ask what happened to him, but she wouldn’t. She was curious but Klaus was able to tell that she was not one to press him; at least not right now. “I know they mean well and don’t get me wrong, Bonnie has been my rock these last few days. Without her, I probably would have gone insane.”

“She seems like a good friend.”

“She is.” Caroline replied as the timer on the coffee maker went off. She pulled the coffee pot from the warmer and poured the two mugs full of Klaus’s favorite liquid. She handed him his coffee before adding the creamer to hers. “Especially since Elena clearly is not.”

“Ah. Yes. That.” Klaus brought his cup to his lips, hoping to hide the amused smirk that was crossing his lips. As a bystander, watching the small-town drama of Elena and the Salvatore brothers unfold was amusing, although he would never tell Caroline that. Not to mention it distracted everyone temporarily from Caroline and gave her some space. “I hear the younger one, Stefan, kicked Elena out of their apartment?”

“And called off the wedding. She moved back in with her aunt and uncle for the time being. Bonnie said that she felt that moving in with Damon would not be a wise idea.” Caroline said in a tight voice while Klaus just tossed her a questioning look. “Elena has been blowing up my phone, but Bonnie has been intercepting the calls; because I don’t feel like talking to her and apparently that makes me the bad guy.”

“She slept with her fiancé’s brother, who is also your ex and your abuser.” Klaus told her in a calm tone. “Sweetheart, if anyone is the bad guy in this situation. It is her. Not you.”

“Thank you!” Caroline exclaimed. “She just doesn’t seem to understand why I’m upset or irritated with her. She just keeps saying that this has nothing to do with me. Like, I’m sorry but I just kind of went through a traumatic experience and to find out that one of my best friends has been sleeping with the man who, once upon a time, used me as a punching bag feels like rubbing salt into a very open wound.” Caroline scowled and ran her uninjured hand through her hair. “Anyway, I didn’t call you over here so you can listen to me rant about Elena and her never ending drama.”

“Even if you did, I wouldn’t mind.” Klaus’s tone was low, and it caused Caroline’s face to flush. While it was completely unprofessional, and he knew that, Klaus could not help but enjoy seeing her be affected by his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him through hooded lashes. “Why did you call me?”

At first, Caroline did not respond, and Klaus was not about to push her. He slowly drank his coffee and patted Enzo’s head absentmindedly, while he waited for Caroline to sort through her thoughts. He had all day if Caroline needed it. On a normal case, Klaus would not spend so much time with a victim, but he could not help but make an exception for Caroline. He had a drive to find who did this to her, but he also wanted nothing more than to ensure she was healing.

“I’m having nightmares.” Caroline whispered and Klaus nodded. It was not unexpected and when Dr. Fell mentioned that she was not sleeping, he suspected as much. Caroline gave another heavy sigh and walked around her counter; sitting on the stool next to Klaus. “Most of the time I’m back in that cellar, being held by him or worse.” She looked down at her hand that was covered by a cast. Klaus reached out and took her other hand; squeezing gently. Caroline laced their finger’s together, terrified that if she let go, he would vanish. “But last night was different. I was running through the wood and I was being chased.

“By who?”

“I don’t know. I kept going over and over the dream this morning and I remembered something.” Klaus sat up straighter, his eyes widening and completely focused on Caroline. “I’m a runner. Always have been. In high school I would run through the woods. I know those woods like the back of hand. I know where I was being held.”

“Where?”

“It’s hard to explain but I can show you. If you’re up for a hike?” Klaus nodded and all but jumped from the stool and pulled out his phone. If Caroline could lead them to where she was held captive, it could lead to a breakthrough. He dialed Marcel quickly and re-laid the message when he answered. He turned to Caroline, asking for a location for them to meet. “Um, about two miles down route 30. Just outside the town boarders, near the Mystic Falls welcome sign.”

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Klaus asked as he hung up with Marcel. She nodded and pulled herself from the stool. He watched her enter her bedroom and return with a pair of socks, boots and a light jacket. After she slipped on her boots and jacket, they left. The drive took about fifteen minutes and for the most part, the drive was silent. Caroline found herself lost in thought as she watched the scenery fly past them. Klaus wondered what was going on in her thoughts but did not want to push her. Instead, he left her alone to her thoughts, not wanting her to feel as though he was also smothering her.

She was pulled from her musings when the car started to slow and pull up beside another black SUV that was parked on the side of the road. She looked over her shoulder and she could see the sign welcoming her to her hometown. Klaus reached across her and opened the glove box; pulling out his government issued handgun. Klaus watched Caroline take a deep breath, before opening the car door. They both stepped out in time to see Marcel exiting his own SUV.

“Caroline, this is Special Agent Marcel Gerard.” Marcel held out his hand for Caroline to take. She took it with her good hand and smiled politely at him. “Marcel, this is Caroline Forbes.”

“Good afternoon Ms. Forbes. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.” Caroline nodded in agreement; her eyes looked around at the trees. Route 30 ran directly in the middle of the forest that surrounded Mystic Falls. Klaus could see her unease and he placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze. “Is this the right place?”

“Yes.” She took a deep breath and began to focus. “I remember stopping for a second once I hit the road. I remember looking at the sign. I never was so happy to see that sign in my life because I knew if I ran through there.” Caroline pointed to the trees on the other side of the road. “I would come out near the police station. I knew my mom would be there, waiting for me.”

“She was. She refused to leave. She had faith that you would make it.” Klaus whispered to her and she couldn’t help the tears that began to slide down her cheeks. She takes a moment and then shakes her head. She takes a few deep breaths and wipes the tears away from her cheeks.

“Let’s go through here. It will take a bit to get there and unfortunately cars do not exactly fit.” Caroline whispered and headed into the woods; Marcel and Klaus following behind her. They were silent for the first twenty minutes, simply following her as she retraced her steps; waiting to see if something new came to her. Klaus could not help but imagine Caroline running through these woods, barefoot and terrified. It made his blood boil and he wanted nothing more than to take his frustrations out on something. As though, she could sense his anger, Caroline ended the silence in a chipper voice that none of them believed. “So, partners huh? How long have you guys worked together?”

“I transferred into the unit three years ago.” Marcel replied and threw Klaus a cheeky smirk, hoping that lightening the mood would ease Caroline’s tensions. Caroline looked between the two of them, wearing an amused look on her face. They continued forward, listening to the leaves crunch beneath their feet. “I was trained by the Queen himself.”

“Yes. Well, someone had to teach you some manners, you bloody colonial.” Klaus tossed back, stepping over a stump. His smirk was wide, and his dimples pronounced; his mood completely shifting from anger to amusement. “Seeing that I’m still stuck with you, obviously they are not sticking.”

“It is more likely because no one else can deal with your temper tantrums and therefore upper management refusing to give me a new partner.” Marcel replied in a sing song voice and Klaus just rolled his eyes at him. Caroline’s eyes bounced between the two of them. She could see the obvious friendship that developed over the years between them.

“How long have you been with the FBI?” Caroline asked, turning to Klaus. The smile that he was wearing slipped ever so slightly and took a deep breath. Caroline wanted to back pedal, realizing that she touched a nerve, but Klaus spoke before she could retrack her question.

“I joined the Bureau directly after graduating uni. Recruited actually. I worked in human trafficking for a while before transferring to the Behavioral Analysis Unit six years ago.” There was a shadow in his eyes when he spoke of his job. It was not that he hated his job, there was just only so much death and destruction one could deal with in a lifetime.

“Recruited? Wait. How did a British citizen join the FBI?”

“I went to college in the States. NYU actually. I worked out of the New York field office at first.” Klaus replied but said nothing more on the subject of his work experience. “In truth, I choose to study in the United States because it was far away from my siblings.”

“There are a lot of you Mikaelson’s running around.” Marcel muttered. He tilted his head down to Caroline and whispered to her loudly; holding out his hand in order to help her step over a tree that appeared to have recently falling “Can you believe he is one of five? Let me tell you, I’ve met almost all of his siblings and they are a bit much to handle. I would have fled the country if I was him too.”

“You have four siblings!” Caroline’s eyes went wide. She “And they all still live in England?”

“Yes. I do and for the most part. My younger siblings have a tendency to be a bit nomadic.” Klaus shook his head at Marcel. He narrowed his eyes mockingly at Marcel. “And don’t let his descriptions fool you. He is only stating that my siblings are too much to handle because he had a thing for my sister Rebekah, and she broke his heart.”

“Your sister is a brat.”

“Which I told you before you started dating her.” Klaus shot back, not really angry over the failed relationship between Marcel and his sister. The banter would have continued to go on, but Caroline stopped abruptly, causing Klaus to almost run into her. His eyes darted up and down Caroline’s figure, searching for injury. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” By the tone of her whisper, Klaus doubted her sincerity. Her eyes were trained in front of them, looking at a pile of rocks that seemed almost man made. She lifted her good hand and pointed. “Up ahead. Those rocks. There is an old tunnel underneath. I was held there. I’m certain of it.”

“Can you do this?” Klaus gazed down at her, worry evident in his features. Caroline shook her head but reached for his arm. She linked her good arm with his and dug her nails into his skin. He did not even flinch but instead, was willing to let her reach for him; giving her comfort. Slowly, the three of them made their way towards the rubble and once they reached it, Klaus could not help but inspect it. “This appears to be man-made?”

“Yes.” Caroline could not tear her eyes away from the stone. The stones surrounding it were small and a set of stairs could be seen, descending into the ground. The entryway was tiny and appeared to be covered in dirt and leaves. “These are the old Lockwood tunnels. They were used during the civil war to funnel slaves to and from places. Overtime, the tunnels were closed up and buried. Whoever did this, had to of opened it up.”

“Do many people know about these?”

“No.” Caroline replied in a monotone voice, still unable to look away from the stairway. “Most people don’t. If Tyler never told me about them, I wouldn’t have known. Like I said, they are typically covered by dirt and grass. Whoever did this, he knew about them, and uncovered it; only to bury it back underground once I was inside. I had to dig myself out.”

“Caroline?”

“I can’t go down there!” She started shaking her head and backed away. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing began to pick up. She could feel her chest constricting as she tumbled backwards. Klaus caught her easily and pulled her against his chest. “Don’t make me go down there. I can’t! I thought I could but can’t. Please don’t make me go down there. Please. Please.”

“You don’t have to go down there.” Klaus whispered. He placed his hands on the side of her face. He turned her head gently enough in order for her to look away from her the place that was once her prison and into his eyes. “Caroline, look at me. You never have to go down there again. I promise you. If you do not want to do down there, you don’t. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Klaus whispered back to her. “Now, take a deep breath. Breathe in and out. Slowly. There you go. Keep breathing. Focus on me.” Klaus’s voice brought Caroline back to the living. He could hear her breathing begin to slow and her trembling stop. Klaus pulled her close, minding her cast, and just held her. “I will find him, and he will never hurt you again. I promise that I will never let anyone hurt you again.”

“Thank you.” Caroline’s voice was just a whisper and Klaus had to strain to hear her. He just held her close for a moment, looking over her head towards Marcel. He was taking photos with his phone but sneaking looks at them. Klaus could see the questions burning in Marcel’s eyes. He was going to hear about this later but feeling Caroline in his arms, even in though she was completely terrified, was worth whatever lecture he was deemed to get from his partner.

“Feeling better?” Klaus asked as she pulled away. She nodded but refused to look at the rubble again. Instead she turned her back and looked into the woods; feeling the afternoon breeze on her skin. Klaus kept a hand on her shoulder, rubbing small circles hoping to bring her some sort of comfort.

“Caroline?” Marcel walked around Klaus in order to stand directly in front of her. He noticed something; something Klaus missed. His eyes were gentle, and Klaus knew he had a question that he needed an answer to. Klaus was torn, part of him wanted Marcel to back off and give Caroline space while the other part, wanted to push this investigation forward in order to find the bastard who hurt her. “Did you say that the these were Lockwood tunnels?”

“Yes.”

“Is this Lockwood property?”

“Yeah. I think so.” Marcel sighed and looked at Klaus. They both knew what that meant. If this was Lockwood property, then technically they could not go down there without permission or a warrant. While an argument of probable cause could be warranted, neither Klaus nor Marcel could guarantee it would hold up in court. “Why?”

“To go down there, we would need a warrant.” Klaus replied gently. Marcel nodded, still eyeing the interaction between Klaus and Caroline; especially how Klaus still was touching her back. Caroline leaned into him again, resting her head against his chest. “Why don’t we head back, and we will call one in once we get to the car.”

The three of them headed back through the woods. Unlike the time before, Caroline found no reason to disrupt the silence. The walk lasted about a half hour. Neither wanted to push her or make her uncomfortable but Marcel kept looking down at their locked hands; Caroline refusing to let go and Klaus wanting to hold on as tightly as he could.

When they reached the two black SUV’s that were still waiting patiently on the side of the road, Marcel immediately pulled out his phone. Caroline let go of Klaus’s hand and followed suit, pulling out her phone in order to send a one-handed text. Klaus, giving her privacy leaned against the car, listening to Marcel speak to one of the two judges in Mystic Falls. When he was finished, he hung up and turned towards Klaus.

“The warrant will be ready first thing in the morning. He said we could go down now, but I figure it would be best to get a forensic team down there too.” Klaus nodded in agreement. “I’ll call Vincent and have him send a team over.” Marcel’s eyes flickered over to Caroline, who was still looking at her phone but appeared to not really see what was in front of her. “Why don’t I take Caroline home. You pick up something from the Grill and meet me back at the motel.”

“Marcel.” Klaus narrowed his eyes and all but hissed through his teeth. Marcel held up his hands. “She is comfortable with me. I’ll take her home.”

“Fine.” Marcel replied, knowing full well that this was an argument he would not win; and it would not be wise to have it in front of the woman in question. “I’ll grab dinner from the Grill. Meet you back at the motel. We’ll get a game plan for tomorrow. It’s going to be a long day.”

Klaus nodded in agreement, watching Marcel walk around his SUV and climb into the car. He walked over to Caroline as Marcel drove off. He could already hear the speech he was bound to get once he reached the motel. Not wanting to dwell on that fact, he focused on Caroline who was indeed staring at her phone that had gone into sleep mode.

“Caroline?”

“I heard them.” Caroline whispered and Klaus looked at her confused. “My mom told me that when she found the bodies, they were doing a late-night search party for me. She couldn’t wait till the next morning.” Klaus could see her begin to tremble, he opened the passenger side door and helped her sit on the seat. “I was handcuffed to a cell door that was falling apart. I was hazy and out of it, but I heard them yelling my name. I screamed. I screamed so loud and they didn’t hear me. But I knew that they were looking for me and that gave me strength.”

“I know I’ve said this to you before, but you are strong Caroline. You walked into those woods knowing what you would find.” He leaned in closer, his nose inches away from hers. “It takes a special kind of person to be able to stand on two feet after everything you went through. In a year or two from now, you will look back and wonder how you survived this. You will realize how resilient you are.”

“And in a year or two, you’ll still be out there; looking into the worst of humanity, solving their mysteries?”

“No.” Klaus shook his head and Caroline gave him a quizzical look. He hadn’t said this out loud to anyone, not even Marcel or his superiors. The only person who knew the truth was his brother Elijah; who had been trying to convince him for years to follow through. “This is my last case. After this. I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.”

“It eats at you.” Caroline reached up and placed her hand on the side of his face, tracing her thumb across his cheekbones. The way she looked at him made him feel as though she could see inside his soul. Her touch made him melt; his shoulder’s sagging in relief that he did not realize he needed. “I’m so sorry. For whatever happened to you, I’m sorry.”

Klaus leaned in and rested his head against her forehead. Their eyelashes fluttered, neither willing to break eye contact. Their noses touched and their breath mingled together. Klaus tilted his head and Caroline leaned forward; bringing them closer together. Their lips graced each other ever so slightly until…. a faint buzzing of Caroline’s phone in her lap pulled them apart quickly.

Klaus jumped back while Caroline quickly grabbed her phone. Her skin was flushed; redness covering every inch of her face. He coughed lightly, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair and thinking on how their lips touched for a second before her phone buzzed in her lap. He shouldn’t have almost kissed her, but he could not bring himself to regret it either.

“It’s, um Bonnie.” Caroline said in a hoarse voice, still looking at her phone. She peaked at Klaus slightly before returning to her phone. “I sent her a message that we were finishing up here and that I would be heading back to the house. She said she would meet me there.”

“Good.” Klaus agreed, nodding his head. “Then we should get going.” Caroline bit her lip and turned so she was facing forward in the seat. Klaus shut the door and he walked around the front. He climbed into the driver’s side and out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small genuine smile on Caroline’s lip. Knowing that he put that smile there, Klaus could not help the grin that spread across his face.

The drive passed in relative silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The silence wasn’t filled with tension and the air did not hold lingering depression. If anything, it was a mutual understanding that passed between them. Knowledge that there were parts of themselves locked away; built behind solid walls waiting for the other to chip away at. Klaus could see himself allowing her behind the solid stone that he encrusted around his heart. Caroline was the light in the darkness that he had been searching for yet never finding. His only regret was meeting how they did.

Klaus pulled up to her house and parked on the curb; directly across from a police cruiser that had a deputy whose name Klaus did not know sitting inside. He made a mental note to learn all the officer’s names that would be guarding her home. Bonnie was out in the front yard, playing with Enzo. The dog in question lost his mind and started barking insanely when he realized that Caroline was inside the car.

“Can I ask you something?” Caroline turned to Klaus, her hand on the door handle. Klaus nodded and looked directly at him. There would be no almost kiss or promises to see each other soon. Caroline’s eyes, that once held desire to feel his lips against hers was replaced with concern. “This job tears you up inside. I can see that, and I understand why. But, if you hate it that much, why have you continued doing it for so long? Six years. That’s an eternity when all you deal with is death.”

“I don’t know.” Klaus’s reply was unbelievable and they both knew it. Caroline said nothing but just tilted her head and gave him a withering look. “I guess, I was punishing myself. Or I don’t know. Trying to find answers to something that will never be answered.”

“Whatever it is Klaus, whatever you feel is your fault or whatever answers you’re seeking, you can’t continue to punish yourself for it.” Caroline leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. The light touch of her lips caused him to give her a sad smile in return. “All that being said, I’m really glad you’re here.”

Caroline turned away and opened the door, sliding from the car. Enzo’s barking awoke Klaus from his stupor and watched as Caroline greeted her dog most enthusiastically. She picked up the toy he had been playing with and tossed it towards the house. Klaus glanced at Bonnie who was staring at Caroline with a slacked jaw. Her arms were crossed, and she was pointing towards the car that Klaus still sat in; ignoring Klaus completely. Bonnie said something and all Caroline did was shrug in reply. Caroline headed inside and Klaus could see Bonnie yelling after her.

At least he was not the only who would be grilled.

Klaus drove through town, having learned the streets well enough to not need his GPS. He pulled into the only motel that was on the outskirts of town. It was cheap, run down, and made Klaus want to shower every time he slipped between the sheets. The government was paying and therefore they were not about to splurge on expensive accommodations.

He ran up the metal stairway and passed the doors that knew were being used for people to get high in. Even small towns had their secrets. Klaus would not be in Mystic Falls if they didn’t. He reached the hotel room that he was sharing with Marcel and let himself in. Two takeout boxes sat on the small table by the air conditioner. By the steam that fogged up the mirrors and the fact that Marcel was already in his pajamas told Klaus that it was going to be an early night. Something he anticipated, since they were going to be spending the early morning hiking through the woods.

“Thanks.” Klaus stated as he sat down at the table. He grabbed one of the takeout boxes and picked up a file that was stationed beside it. Marcel sat down across from him, grabbing his own box. Neither spoke while Klaus looked at the pages in the file that both knew he was not reading. Klaus picked at his fries while feeling Marcel’s eyes on him.

“Okay look. I will only say this once.” Marcel sighed and placed his elbows on the table; linking his fingers together. “What I saw today between you and Caroline is…. concerning.” Klaus moved to interrupt him, but he held up his hand. “No. Listen. I get it. I get why you would be drawn to her. She is beautiful, lively and is probably stronger than most men who have completed the academy.”

“You’re point?”

“My point is that she just suffered what will be the worst experience of her life. I hope anyway.” Marcel muttered. “She is vulnerable and latching onto anything that would bring her comfort. And, she is a witness. If you get involved with her, it could jeopardize this case once it goes to trial. A good defense lawyer would pick apart any relationship you tried to build. And it could also affect your career.”

“Marcel, I know what I’m doing.” Klaus replied and they both knew that was a lie. Klaus was lost at sea when it came to Caroline. There was not a single precedent he cared for and the entire rule book was flown out the window when he looked at her. “I can’t explain it but there is something about her. I look at her and I just lose all…she makes me feel like a better person.”

“Christ. You have it bad.” He shook his head and ran his hands over his face. “Okay, I won’t say anything but for Christ sake, keep it in your pants until this is all done and over with. Okay? Focus on catching the bastard that did this to her and then romance her. Sound like a plan?”

“I’ll do my best.”

#klaroline fanfiction #klaroline #Wanderlust

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brown-honey · 4 years

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Austenland

Here's part 2 to Austenland, Enjoy!

Part 1: https://mrsbarnesshelby.tumblr.com/post/190127648027/austenland

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As I estimated, 1am is when I fell asleep. Immediately I was disturbed by the loud screaming of my alarm telling me that it was 6am. I groaned in annoyance and slammed my hand down on the silence button. Getting ready quickly, I was on my way. Of course Justas I got to the bus stop, it had just driven off, "Shit" I cursed rubbing a hand over my face, now warm from running. A small elderly woman who was sat next to me, threw a scowl in my direction, her eyes reduced to slits. I could only imagine because of my profanities, "Sorry" I mumbled before speed walking in the direction of the café.

As quickly as I could, I tapped in my code to clock in and tied an apron around my waist. Luckily for me, Veronica's laugh could be heard from the back of the kitchen. At least Steve was distracted for a while. I slipped in behind them and started my daily duties. My phone buzzed lightly in my pocket, lighting up with Anna's smiling face,

'Hey girl, You're getting the train tomorrow morning at 7. I'll drop you off xx'

Talk about short notice Anna! This was going to be awkward to explain my sudden need to leave. While the shop was quiet, I tapped Steve on the shoulder hoping he was in a good mood. He spun around, greeting me with a bright smile. He was actually kind of handsome when he wasn't acting like a heart eyed zombie, following Veronica around. "Lizzie, how can I help you?" He cheered. My eyebrows shot up at his enthusiastic manner ," I .. um.. well, I know that this is very much short notice but, I need to take some time off work" I twisted my fingers in anticipation, but his face never changed, it was like he was in a permanent state of elation. "Yes, yes of course, how long do you need ? A month? Two?" He spoke so fast I could hardly keep up , "Not quite so long, just 2 weeks?" I replied, astounded by his lack of concern. "Of course, of course. Well we'll see you when you get back then!" He rejoiced. "Steve!" A sweet voice called from the back, there she was waving him over. Did she ever do any work? "Wait! does that mean I can go home?" I called as the two sneaked off giggling. I never got an answer so I took it as a yes. I deserved the time off anyway.

Beep. Beep. Beep. "Come on Lizzie, we're going to be late!" Anna beeped her horn continuously until I was completely out the door, dragging my heavy suitcase with me, "You know I would be going faster if I were to have some help!" I huffed as I hauled my case into the boot of her car. "Sorry doll, can't lift anything, just got my nails done for the pre honeymoon" She wiggled her perfect red manicured fingers at me. Anna really was perfectly glamourous, her blonde highlighted hair was always blow dried to perfection, her hazel eyes sparkled whenever she spoke passionately. A lot of people were intimidated by her beauty but I would just look at her and smile.

The black screen that broadcasted the 8:30 train to Bakewell, Derbyshire glowed orange. I turned to Anna, a huge glowing smile on my face "Thank you so much for this, I'm so lucky to have you" tears began to swell in my eyes with appreciation, " Don't even mention it, I love you doll, have an amazing time" She wrapped me in a hug before ushering me onto the train. I took a window seat with a table and got my copy of Pride and Prejudice out ready for the ride. I waved at her until she was a tiny smudge in the distance. I was doing this, my dream. Lyme house, the place where Mr Darcy lived. Cue intense amount of fangirling. My fingers fused with the parchment of the book as a light sweat covered my hands. I was nervous, how many people would be there? Would I be accepted? I tried not to get worked up, this was going to be good. It was going to be perfect.

Pulling up in front of Lyme house, I couldn't help but stare in awe. One person would own all of this? How would you have time to clean it all? "Hello! Hello there!" A high pitched voice called out. A tall woman clad in bright pink was running towards me, "Oh hello! Are you here for Austenland too?" She wore a huge smile on her pretty face. Her cheeks were bright with blusher and her yellow blonde hair was wrapped up in tight curls, " Hi, yes I am, my nam-" Delight consumed her face, "Oh brilliant! let's go check you in" I didn't even get to ask her name before she grabbed my hand and started guiding to the 'check in'. We arrived at a smaller house that was just outside the house grounds, sat behind a desk was an older woman who looked strikingly like Mrs Bennett. Her hair was pulled back with a few curls framing her face, and a white lace bonnet on her head. Her eyes were cold, and immediately unimpressed with me with the way she looked me up and down, "You are?" She asked in a nasty, privileged kind of way. "Elizabeth Aston" I smiled trying to warm her aura. "There will be some rules during your stay with us. 1. No electronic devices " She held out her hand expectantly. Immediately I pushed it into her hand, "2. No modern clothing 3. You will be assigned 1 love interest through out your stay 4. Absolutely no inappropriate touching of the actors" The word actors made me wince, nothing was going to be real, "There will be a trunk of the correct clothing in your room, which I'm sure Miss Taylor won't mind escorting you to" I gave her a curt nod and turned to leave, "Oh and Miss Aston, if you need anything, I am the woman of the house Mrs Becker"

Miss Sarah Taylor lead me to my room, the house was just as I had imagined it. I really would be living here, even if it was just for a while, "This is your room, oh isn't it beautiful!" Miss Taylor exclaimed. Her enthusiasm was astounding honestly, almost as astounding as the vibrant pink regency dress she wore, with a neon green feather tucked into the back of her hair. She was sweet but I couldn't help laughing at her good spirits, "Thank you Sarah" I grinned at her and began searching through the wooden trunk of dresses. I pulled out a wonderful cream and gold dress, staring at it's shimmer. "I'm staying down the hall, and dinner is at 6" She chirped, just as she was about to leave, I called her back, "Sarah, could you please help me? I've never put on one of these before" I questioned. I'd never seen anyone's eyes light up the way hers did in that moment. She let out a little squeal and immediately began doing my hair, "I've waited my whole life for this moment"

After a couple of hours of politely telling Sarah that neon yellow really wasn't my colour, we settled on the elegant white and gold dress I had chosen. Curls rippled down both sides of my face and the rest was up in a braided bun. "I think you may just be a genius " I said twirling a piece of hair around my finger. She admired her work on me from afar," Yes it is some of my best work. Now I must go change into my evening gown so I will meet you at dinner" And she giddily galloped out of the door. A small burst of anxiety began brewing in my stomach as I made my way down the grand staircase. Sucking in a deep breath, I went to push the double doors open, but they opened on their own. Two butlers were standing by the doors, they were wearing awful white wigs and their skin was too dark a shade of orange to be natural, "Oh there you are Miss Aston, I was wondering whether you had gotten lost" Mrs Becker's gravelly voice echoed through out the dining room.

The wooden walls were a rich mahogany, accompanied by portraits of the former family of the house. Sitting in the middle was a long table draped with a starched white table cloth. Running down the middle was the largest variety of meats, vegetables, fruits, jellies in amazing intricate designs and pies, "Come along girl, the food is getting cold" Mrs Becker snapped causing me to acknowledge the other people in the room. She motioned for me to take a seat a chair down from a man with a huge moustache that curled into little 'c's on each side. He grinned at me in the same enthusiastic way that Sarah did, "Miss Aston, allow me to introduce you to Mr Andrew Westcott on your right, Miss Caroline Evans, Mr Becker my husband and my nephew Mr Henry Clayton" Mrs Becker introduced everyone. I gave a small nod and smiled at everyone until my eyes rested on Henry Clayton. I think I blinked several times too many trying to distinguish an imperfection on that mans face, "Good.. Good evening Mr Clayton" My voice wavered. He barely even had the manners to look at me before returning the to his food, "Evening" He replied, short, sharp and unfeeling. How rude. I swiftly gazed around the table until I locked eyes with Caroline Evans, she beamed at me but it did not reach her eyes, "My, my I must say Miss Aston you are looking awfully handsome this evening" Mr Westcott declared with volume. His accent was strange, almost as if he was faking a British accent but it was real. Just as I was about to thank him, Mr Clayton interjected with a sneer. I raised my eyebrow at his blatant distaste for me, "Something the matter Mr Clayton?" I asked with faux politeness. He looked at me again with no emotion, "One's looks can be deceiving" I could not supress the annoyance scrunching up on my face, what a disagreeable man! , "One could say the same thing about you, I would assume that you were a pleasant man had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner" I retorted, feeling my face and neck warm, when I realised that everyone was watching us.

There was an awkward silence for a moment until- "Here I am !" Sarah burst through the doors, knocking the butlers clean out. Her booming American accent echoed throughout the room. She looked regal... in a luminous pink kind of way but eye catching none the less. Mr Westcott looked thoroughly impressed, while Miss Evans not so much, "Ah Miss Taylor, I am so glad that you could join us this evening" Mrs Becker said looking delighted. Sarah perched next to me, immediately digging into her food, "What took you so long, Everyone here hates me" I whispered to her. She giggled girlishly before glancing at something behind me. It was Mr Westcott. "I had to look my best" she winked, "I do wonder Mrs Becker if I could entertain you and the other guests with a few songs on your grand piano after supper" Miss Evans suggested batting her eyes in the direction of Mr Clayton. I think someone had an admirer..

I hope that you liked this chapter! There is a lot more to come, more fluff is on the way. Stay tuned everyone, thank you for reading xxx

#tom hiddleston #jj field #jane austen #austenland #imagines #xreader #oc character #Peaky Blinders #Avengers #loki imagine #poc rp #Harry Potter #harry styles imagine #Harry Styles #regency #pride and prejudice #mr darcy

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cupcakemolotov · 4 years

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Scatter the Die

I was originally just going to reblog my old post but I couldn’t find it and I decided that I couldn’t be bothered to keep digging for it. I decided to pull a lalainajanes and update/edit/re-post a thing to see if it will get me off my ass to finish the sequel. Also, I apologize, because I’m pretty sure I’ve changed the title of this thing twice now so oops.

You can find it here on A03 if you prefer.

Caroline shivered beneath the blankets she'd been tucked into, thankful that the bone jarring shakes were finally easing. One of the disapproving medics had surprised her clothing change and trussed her up like a thanksgiving turkey, but she’d been cleared from taking a ride to the hospital. A warming IV did not sound like a fun way to spend the rest of her day, and the last thing she’d have expected was to brush off her was hypothermia training in New Orleans of all places.

Magic had changed a lot of things over the decades, but the last few years had been particularly difficult. The veil was thinning and monsters sometimes wore human faces. Humanity sat poised on another apocalyptic event, and they fought it one case at a time.

Today wasn’t likely her last brush with death.

But her own state of well being wasn’t her highest priority. All around her cops and feds scrambled to collect evidence, trash bags and waiters being handed as they worked against the clock. The evidence was disappearing with the muddy rain, and once gone, they’d have no chance to collect it.

They owed the dead cops more than that.

Mouth tightening, Caroline watched the other ambulance pull out, it’s lights flashing as it’s wheels hit pavement. To lose a rookie on his first day in Homicide would be a kick in the gut for the department that was already reeling from two deaths. She could only hope he pulled through.

Goddammit.

Two weeks ago, what should have been an open and shut suicide had turned into a horror movie gone bad. What lived behind the veil was hungry and angry. Assuming her department was allowed to keep so much as a paper lip attached to the files of this one, explaining the deaths to the grieving families wouldn’t be easy. There was no right when nightmares gorged.

Oh, the Feds would make all the right noises at there having been a cop-killing Fae running loose and offer little else. It was why she’d taken to making two set of notes. So that when her case file disappeared she’d still have her back up files. But in this case, even if the Feds did make an evidence grab, at least they knew the murderer was dead.

She’d seen to that much.

"Detective?"

Caroline bit the side of her cheek at the familiar voice, glancing over to find Special Agent Mikaelson walking towards her. In his hands was a steaming takeout cup, and his jaw was set at an angle so rigid she wondered how he hadn’t cracked teeth. He wasn't wearing a coat in respect to the drizzle, and his curls looked riotous. For a moment they stared at each other before he offered her the cup.

Wary, she wiggled a hand free, and was amused to discover it was hot chocolate. Taking a careful sip, she tipped her head. "Agent?”

He leaned against the side of the ambulance with eyes that were once again dark with things she'd no intention of reading. "I've been told to keep this short."

"Elena can be fierce," Caroline murmured as she glanced over at the brunette EMT who was assessing another injury. "But she means well."

"Friends?"

She shrugged. "It never hurts to make them."

A quirk of his lips at the slight accusation in her voice. He didn't look at all bothered by her jab. She might have admired his thick skin, but it honestly just made her want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"I owe you an apology."

She paused, the drink inches from her mouth and studied the lines of his face, both brows arching. "For what exactly? I have a list, if that’d be helpful.”

A hint of a dimple before he slipped one hand into his pocket, face sobering. "You make a habit to carry cold iron with you, Detective?"

The knife was an old safety blanket, born from teenage years spent knowing that a fae nightmare had killed her mother. Years later, the truth might have freed that particular fae from its fate, but Caroline had stopped feeling comfortable without cold iron around her.

Special Agent Mikaelson from the FBI Department of Weird didn't need to know that.

"My captain encourages police officers to carry iron, Agent. Shall I dig out my handbook?"

A flicker of something bright slipped along his pupil, and Caroline tilted her head, gaze narrowing. She knew what magic looked like. Until that moment, she'd have sworn Mikaelson was human. A complete ass, but human. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"That knife wasn't department issued," Mikaelson said with a hint of a blade in his voice.

"I'm sorry," Caroline said serenely after she took a slow sip of her drink. It was really good hot chocolate. She wondered where he'd gotten it. "Where exactly is this apology?"

His eyes were calculating, as he studied her. Those disgustingly long lashes lowered to hide his gaze, and when they lifted, his pupils were golden. The blue of his iris had narrowed to a thin band, and the color had changed to something several shades brighter. It was like looking at the heart of a star.

But other than those eyes, he somehow managed to appear completely human.

Her mouth ran dry.

"We underestimated her," Klaus said and the crisp tones of his accent had sharpened a hair. "Fortunately, it appears that you were also underestimated, and that was a lucky break. My sincere apologies, Detective Forbes, that you were pulled into a situation you shouldn't have had to deal with."

Something about his tone irritated her, and she concentrated on that instead of how she could almost feel his words on her skin. Taking a careful, deliberate sip of her drink, Caroline forced herself to hold his gaze.

"I'm a cop," she said bluntly. She didn't back down from his gaze, even when the tilting of his head wasn't quite… right. "It's my job to deal with the unexpected. How long have you know what we were hunting was a she and what it could do, Agent?"

He long had he known that this… woman could drown someone when they were standing between four walls? Caroline was certain she'd dream of screaming, the saltwater scent and the taste of brine in her mouth. The monster who'd had no face that Caroline could describe with words, she'd had no interest in another woman. The rage, the worst of the water had been used to attack the men who'd stood around her as they'd examined the scene. Surprise had been the only reason Caroline had won, surprise and an old, old habit.

Watching the life go out of a nightmare was no easier than watching a human die.

Those glittering eyes studied her. "I'm afraid that's classified."

"Is it now," Caroline said slowly, a hint of drawl elongating her vowels.

"You're a bit of an enigma, Detective," Mikaelson said, the calculation in his gaze turning to iron she recognized. "Your mother murdered; yet, you worked to clear her supposed murderer's name. You’ve filed a number of complaints with the local bureau when they couldn't produce information on a number of supernatural killers."

"Families deserve the truth," she said stiffly. "They also deserve to know what justice has been given. It's not that difficult a concept."

"Sometimes, truth isn't the right answer."

Caroline tossed the last of the hot chocolate on the ground and stood, unwrapping herself from the blankets. The oversized clothing was a little ridiculous and her hair was a tangled mess scraped into a wet bun, but right then she couldn't care. Pasting on a fake smile, she hoisted the ends of her pants so she wouldn't trip. "Yeah, well, in that case, why don't you shove that apology up your ass."

His brow arched. She didn't like how much taller her was than her when he straightened, and she lifted her chin to scowl when he stepped into her space. "Regardless, the bureau will extend its apologies to you and your precinct."

Her teeth ground together. "So that's it?"

"The case is closed."

"Oh yeah? Care to tell me what the motive was exactly?" Caroline asked. “Or why she picked men. Cops. People I worked with.”

"I'm afraid that's classified as well," Mikaelson said.

"Donovan has a daughter," she said carefully. “They all had families.”

Those burning eyes softened a hair. "The loss of any life is always a regret."

Caroline showed him the edge of her teeth. "And this mythical apology of yours. Will it include using cops as bait?"

The smile wiped from his face and his chin lowered, so they were nearly eye to eye. It struck her again, how pretty he was, with his scruffy jaw and burning eyes. His magic should have frightened her, but all it did was piss her off. He'd had this magic and she'd almost drowned.

He was such a dick.

"Is that what you believe happened?"

Of course that was what happened. Mikaelson was obviously not human, and Caroline had seen this kind of maneuvering before, when her mother had been killed. Had seen good and honest men, used as easily discarded chess pieces. She wasn't stupid and she resented that he thought she was but this was also not a battle she could win. Not today. But maybe tomorrow.

So instead of picking the fight she really wanted, she shrugged. “Are you saying you weren't using us?”

"Be very careful, Forbes," Mikaelson warned, gaze tracking a curl as it tumbled across her cheek, the wild colors in his gaze shifted like tectonic plates. "There are things in this world you don't want to engage."

Caroline wasn't sure if he referencing himself or whatever had happened to fellow cops. Not that it mattered. When had she ever let something stop her from getting answers for the families who'd had a loved one stolen? Knowing that a killer was dead meant nothing if you couldn't grasp why.

She knew that sometimes there was no good answer. This wasn't one of those times. Still, she'd no reason to tell Special Agent Klaus Mikaelson that, did she?

"I'm just a murder cop."

Mikaelson laughed. Deep and rich, dimples flashing, he watched her as the gold and wild blue faded from his eyes. "It'd be easier if you were, Forbes."

It was on the tip of her tongue, to ask him what he was. What caused eyes to shift to molten heat that way, while the rest of them remained normal. What kind of power did he have? But she sensed a trap there, saw him waiting and refused to give him the satisfaction.

Bonnie might know, anyway.

"Apparently your case is closed," Caroline said with sugary sweetness as she shifted to walk away. "So, here's to hoping I never see you again."

"I don't believe it will be quite that simple, Detective," Mikaelson said softly, voice laced with warning as she moved towards the squad cars.

She rather thought it was.

Three days later, when her Captain brought up that the FBI were digging through her old cases, she was irritated. When the official letter offering her a both an apology as well as position showed up, she dug up the card that had been left on her desk and the number she refused to input into her phone. She never replied to the Bureau directly, but she did send a single text with a picture of a letter on fire.

The response had left her grinding her teeth.

Some things are inevitable, love.

#my fic #repost #i know i know #but I'm 8k into the sequel #and i need to finish it #for the love of fic #ive ben working on it for ages

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adarkmaan · 4 years

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Movement.

Klaroline Bingo by @klaroline-events

Promp: Crown.

Because just having heirs is not enough. Building an empire gives a new concept to power.

Inspired Movement by Hozier.

AO3

“If you want to be the king of this city, it is not enough to act like a king.

You must be the king and there can be no doubt, your allies must be as strong as you. Even if we talk about your right hands.

Because doubts cause chaos and madness, that's why we try to have everything under control, anyway, my Queen would not allow it and she likes to keep everything under control.

Oh, by the way… now that I talk about it, I know you couldn't know much about what happened while you were… well… weakening here. ”

He approached the body lying on the sweat-soaked floor as he offered her a warm look.

“I had that conversation with Elijah again about this miracle baby, you know how everything has changed since she came here. And I thought this is not only a great opportunity to have a family… why only want that when I can build an empire. And it gave me chills because I thought at one point that I was going back to Europe in the 15th century. ”

" You got married?" He was able to ask barely feeling his throat burn in the process, the dehydration process tortured him more and more.

Unable to help it a wry smile appeared on Klaus's face remembering that moment and slightly moving his hand out of his big coat, admiring now the piece of metal around his finger.

"If only you could have been there, there were over 1500 guests, all friends and some onlookers from around the world gathered in St Louis Church, it was a surprise even to Caroline that none were surprised when the toast cocktail turned out to be thicker and redder than usual ”A wide smile appeared on his lips releasing a couple of sighs while he was shaking his head, as if he still couldn't believe it. "It was just us and our people ... people like us" At the end he mentioned with some overwhelm.

"You sound very compelling"

"I'm a happy man, if that's what you mean. I used to think that we should not feel, or that nothing should matter to us, she made sure that for some reason I had the desire to feel beyond what even I allowed myself. "

"It will be interesting to be able to lower all your reign"

"Please, I bet you to try. I just have to mention that she's very involved in this and I'm sure you don't want to make her mad, believe me, I almost got in trouble for distracting her a couple of hours before our big dance."

"Klaus ..."

Caroline complained releasing a small gasp that her lips were forcing to hold, the older had taken care to go down with wet kisses down the length of her throat, had lost a bit of rhythm when he quickly hit her against one of the walls causing her to lose balancing and banging her head back, ruining her hairstyle a bit. With a small smile now appearing on her lips when she felt him pass his lips through the latent vein in her neck, she stood still waiting for that moment.

Slowly she clung to him as the stranger kept sinking her fangs and in turn felt the venom run through her veins with no effect other than making him sob at the depth it took to take his blood. He stroked part of the nape of his neck with both hands, holding both of them to his cheeks while his raised left leg kept him close to her hip, accommodating him. Revealing how perfectly he was surrounded by the layers of fabric of the young vampire's wedding dress while his hands mischievously took care of distracting her with light touches inside her thighs.

Once he could find the strength to break away from her, he quickly sucked on the wound that closed before staring at her.

"They didn't call us an hour ago when I asked them." She mentioned in clear complaint but without any reason to move further.

"I'm sure they thought not to disturb us"

The girl stared at the original in front of her before opening her mouth wordlessly.

"Did they ...?" She wanted to understand the situation. Caroline was completely silent as she felt internally embarrassed trying to listen to a guest attentive enough to them to continue talking.

"You mentioned that you wanted the perfect wedding, of course we were not going to hire regular people with 15 years of experience in this when I have friends who have even participated in the first royal weddings since Carlos V."

"Klaus!"

"We are on time for our dance and so on, I would not let you miss any moment of our night ..." He parted ways with her wife so she could get ready before heading out to the grand ceremony again.

Watching how she finally managed to get rid of her bun and drop her long waves of hair over her shoulders, just beautiful.

"Many here have not come just because I allowed them to enter, they are here so that tomorrow the rumor that has been running for months is confirmed. Finally The Big Bad Wolf has found its queen. To his equal.

You deserve more than this title, but for now the Mikaelson crown is yours forever and ever. ”

Caroline gave him a soft look, the kind that had become comunned between them after they had admitted something in depth.

She had not planned to disappear in the middle of her ceremony, but after the exchange of blood they made in the champagne glasses only to take them with her arms crossed as the traditional pose required, she had left her with that feeling she had since she met his now husband.

"Don’t make them wait long”

She said triumphantly coming out of the original hybrid grip to show again how that beautiful long-tailed dress danced under his nose was she wearing.

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the vampire diaries #klaroline au #2020 #facts #vampire wedding #vampires #wedding

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In The Dark Of The Night┃Caroline & Giovanni

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It had been over ten minutes that Caroline had been waiting for Enzo. Not that she'd be counting. With her arms crossed over her chest she couldn't help but remember the joke he'd made about seducing a random girl at the event. Sure, they were only friends - but still, it was rude to just up and ditch her. Huffing loudly to herself she moved through the crowds, trying to find the dark haired man to give him a piece of her mind.

Giovanni was hungry. He’d managed to find himself alone with his own thoughts. Rebekah was nowhere to be seen, neither was Lexi. After he had bumped into an old friend, Giovanni needed a little pick me up. A blonde caught his eye from across the room. He always said he had a thing for blondes. The male moved toward her, making sure that their paths were to collide. The vampire bumped into the blonde, before then stumbling back. His hands came to rest on her shoulders. “Oh, gosh.. I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He spoke, flashing her a charming smile. His gaze was already focused on the pulsating vein in her neck, almost as if was taunting him.

The sudden collision had Caroline jumping back in surprise, blue eyes wide as she looked over at the masked man. "No, no, it was my fault, really. I should of been looking where I was going." she said with an apologetic smile, moving to adjust a blonde lock that had fallen out of place. "it's just so hard to find people when everyone is wearing these masks, you know?" an awkward laugh slipped from her lips, very aware of the mans attractiveness, even behind a mask it was easy to tell.

A smile then crossed the male’s lips as the blonde spoke. “No harm done.” Giovanni smiled, licking his lips as he eyed her. She’d do nicely. All he had to do now was to find a way to get her out of there, preferably without using compulsion. With it being a founders event, he knew there would be certain people around who would be investing vervain. He didn’t want to risk running into one of those people. “Well, perhaps I can help you look? Two pairs of eyes are better than one after all.” Another kind smile then returned to his lips.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” She said honestly, eyes wide as she looked at him. “He’s probably a little shorter than you, dark hair and an english accent. His names Enzo.” She added, the smile still on his lips. “I’m pretty sure he’s just found another girl to flirt with and gotten bored of me, but I just want to check he hasn’t got himself lost in this mansion.” the blonde gestured around the place with a laugh. It wouldn’t be hard to imagine someone getting lost in a place like this.

“Oh, I know Enzo, we actually met a little while back. Strange guy.” Giovanni chuckled lightly, smirking to himself. He wondered for a moment if the blonde knew who her so called friend was. “I’m sure he’s fine, try not to worry too much. Maybe we should check the gardens first?” Giovanni pointed to the back door, flashing her yet another smile. The gardens would be private enough for what he had in mind. Plus, it was dark outside now, so the two would be able to slip away unnoticed.

Caroline couldn’t help but grin at that, relieved it would be easier to find Enzo with someone else that knew him. “You’re not wrong, he’s pretty weird. But he’s fun to hang out with, when he’s not ditching me.” Her eyes rolled at her last comment, nodding at his suggestion. “Good idea. The crowds are a bit much for anyone.” She took the lead, heels clicking against the hard floor as she opened the door, making her way outside first. It was practically pitch black outside, difficult to see anything but the faint outlines of bushes in the garden.

As the blonde agreed to his idea on checking the gardens for her lost friend, Giovanni couldn’t help but smile. Luckily, the mask he wore hid the veins that were beginning to darken beneath his eyes, his bloodlust already starting to get the better of him. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air as the exited, Giovanni managed to gain a slight shred of self control back. The male shut the door behind the both of them, hoping to block out the sound of the screams that were going to come from the woman. Though, the music and the bustle of the crowd would likely hide it anyway. Watching as the blonde began to move out into the darkness, the veins beneath his eyes reappeared, fangs following suit. He stalked toward the woman, pearly white teeth glinting in the moonlight. “You know.. I always did admire how NAIVE humans can be.” The male hissed, eyeing the woman, tongue running over his teeth as he stalked closer to her, choosing to keep his mask on. “I always have said that I had a thing for blondes, they just taste oh so SWEET.” Giovanni wanted to scare the girl, he lived for the thrill of the chase. “This is the part where you run.” He lunged toward her, snarling aggressively.

As the silence of the night began to settle in Caroline couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. Something...didn’t feel right. Turning her heart fell to the pit of her stomach, eyes widening at the sight of the mans fangs. His eyes....they looked hellish, a colour she’d never seen before. “Oh my god....” she breathed, heart racing as she tried to take a couple of steps back from the stranger, fear running through her veins. It was like on the full moon...whatever he was, he wasn’t human. And he was dangerous. His words had her turning in her heels, grabbing the edges of her dress so she could lift the skirt constricting her feet from running. Adrenaline pumped through the blonde as she ran as fast as she could, a scream from the girl piercing the silence of the night.

Giovanni watched as the girl began to run, her screams echoing out into the night. His face contorted into that of a monstrous animal. He watched her run for a moment, calmly walking along behind her, his blood lust guiding him. The male used his enhanced speed to catch up with her, appearing in front of her. “Don’t be afraid sweetheart, it’ll only hurt for a second..” He murmured as he stalked toward her.

It didn’t seem possible, every inch of her body screaming to try and get back inside, to survive - and yet she knew he blocked her way back to the event going on, to the safety of people. His sudden appearance in front of her had Caroline taking in a sharp intake of breath, body flinching, so much so that the dress she wore caught on a nearby bush, the thin fabric tearing ever so slightly. Staring the man down she tried her best to keep her breathing slow, failing as her chest rose and fell sporadically, watching as he moved closer. Gritting her teeth the teenagers hand balled into a fist, throwing as much strength as she had behind it as she struck the side of the mans face, trying to buy herself some kind of time.

Giovanni smirked as he saw the panic riddling her face. He could hear the pounding of her heart, her blood pumping through her veins. He wanted every single drop. A snarl then passed his lips as he drawled closer to her. A brow raised as her fist connected with his jaw. He growled, stretching out his jaw for a moment before then snatching her wrist, pulling her closer. “She’s feisty. I love a challenge.” Fangs exposed, the male glowered at her. Without another moment of hesitation, Giovanni sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, taking a deep drink. As soon as the metallic taste of her blood hit his tongue he held the girl closer, drinking deeper. He felt SO hungry. He didn’t want to stop.

Oh god. Panic riddled the girl as her punch did little to nothing to affect the creature standing in front of her. Not that she'd been hopeful, but still. A loud cry came from the blonde as he grabbed her wrist, feeling nothing but the tears rolling down her cheeks and the cold brushing against her skin before his fangs pierced into her skin, pain overwhelming her as her body froze in shock.

Giovanni carried on indulging, taking more and more of her blood as groans of pleasure slipped from his mouth. In that moment, the vampire didn’t care whether she lived or died, he just had to satiate his hunger. He clutched onto her weakening body, before then taking a breath, tipping his head back and allowing her blood to disappear down his throat with a roar. He then snapped his gaze back down to the woman in his grasp. “No.” The colour had drained from her face, and he began to panic. “No no no, NO” Giovanni had been having blackouts for quite some time. Lexi had been helping him, of course, but it was proving more difficult than the last few times this had happened. “I’m so sorry. I- I can fix this.” Giovanni lifted his wrist to his lips, teeth piercing the skin to draw his own blood. “Drink. You need to drink. It’ll heal you.” The male spoke placing his wrist to her mouth, his heart RACING from the sheer panic he felt in that moment.

The more he fed the dizzier Caroline felt, her body struggling to even keep itself upright as she felt herself grow weaker and weaker, eyes closing as struggled to keep conscious. Everything was black, the mans voice distorted in her ears until she felt skin against her lips. Trying to push away her body was too feeble to even move, gagging at the vile taste of blood filling her mouth and trickling down her throat, unable to do anything but swallow. A hand moved upwards to feebly hit against his arm, trying to get him to loosen his grip, to stop whatever this was.

Giovanni was in a complete state of panic, he’d messed up once again. He just hoped he hadn’t been too late to feed her his blood. The male didn’t want her death on his hands. “I’m trying to help you!” He shouted as the woman tried to fight him off. His heart pounded heavily against his chest as he continued to feed her his blood. Once he was sure that she’d had enough, he dropped her hand. Looking her over one last time, the male then disappeared back to the party, leaving her alone to recover from his vicious attack.

Caroline flinched at his yelling, tears rolling down her cheeks as she took a gulp, trying not to gag on the taste on blood in her mouth. As he moved back she gasped loudly, struggling to catch her breath as she tried to understand what was happening. But as quick as the attack had been, he was gone, leaving the blonde shaking, tears mixing with the blood smeared on her face.

#aka the thread where caroline has A BAD NIGHT #c: giovanni #mysticliesdiscord

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Omg DIRECTOR’S CUT - the wolf - that chapter where klaus saves a bunch of the wolves from the bomb!!!

Ooh! Thanks for the ask, anon! :) I’ll put it under read more cause it got long. lol

Send me a scene/chapter to get Director’s Cut commentary! :) It can be from fics I’ve deleted as well, I don’t mind. xD

That chapter had a lot of tweaks compared to The Originals. In canon, Klaus spends that whole episode taking care of Cami's dying uncle (while bombs exploded around the pregnant mother of his child 🤙) and Elijah is the one who sticks around the Bayou to help Hayley. But then Hayley doesn't really stick around, because she's the one who goes after Marcel.

In my version, I felt like Klaus would never, in a million years, not be where Caroline was, especially if she was in danger. For quite a few chapters, Klaus' relationship with Caroline was floundering and he'd been struggling to deal with it, figure out how to reach out to her, how to fix the mess he'd made, and also process all the guilt. He felt responsible for the big scare Caroline had a few chapters back, and at this point in the story he's afraid that he'll cause more damage to her than good, not to mention there's that petty part of him that's just jalous and angry at the fact she seems to be entirely at ease in the Bayou. When the bombs go off is when he finally comes to terms with everything, has this sort of epiphany over his own complicated feelings. He doesn't want to be away from her and she will never be safer away from him.

While he's in the Bayou, though, he gets to see how Caroline touched those people and how she'd become more of a part of their community than he'd ever imagined. She'd made herself respected and admired by a bunch of proud werewolves despite her connections to his family and the fact she wasn't a wolf herself. From that comes a second epiphany for him: that locking Caroline up in a glass tower as he'd been trying to do before that, despite his best intentions, was not the right way to protect her. She was a born and capable leader, and cutting her off that would only harm her.

That's also the first time in the story where Klaus understand what his role as a father is. He'd been terrible at it so far, kind of fumbling for what to do, because obviously that's not a role he ever envisioned for himself. While his concern for Caroline's well being - and therefore the baby's - had always been major, it'd never really hit him as a fatherly thing. He'd had a good many fights with Elijah about that throughout the story, and this is the first time when he finally realizes what his brother had always been talking about (this point evolves in the next chapter, causing him to have a MOMENT when the subsequent doubts come knocking).

The scene where Caroline kind of breaks down after holding herself together all day, through Eve's death and all, is probably one of my favorites. She totally loses it when she thinks Klaus could've been blown to pieces, too. She was already grieving the loss of her friend, and could not handle the idea of losing him. She put on a brave front and did her job to the best of her abilities to help out the people in the camp because they were hurting and injured and, as a witch, there was a lot that she could do, but in front of Klaus she couldn't hold it back in anymore. In a way, that's also a moment of epiphany to Caroline, even though she had her feelings much better figured out. It's when she understands that Klaus brings her a kind of refuge she doesn't find anywhere else, that he's the only one who could comfort her, and that despite all the hard feelings and how hurt she'd been by some of the things he'd done, she's still very much in love with him. Also, the fact he'd stayed back and helped the wolves without her ever having to ask for it meant a great deal to her.

And then of course the final part of this chapter actually happens in the following episode in canon, but to me it made so much more sense to bring it to this part. After the rollercoaster of emotions they'd both been through, I don't think they'd just let each other be. It was the right moment for her to go back, and the right moment for them to have the conversation they'd been avoiding out of pride and hurt feelings for a while. More than just apologizing, Klaus understands how he'd wronged her and he feels truly sorry for it all, and they give in to what they'd been holding back on the whole story and TA-DAAAA!!! I had the Champions League anthem playing in my head while I wrote that final part (THE CHAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOONS!). They're finally at the same page.

This is probably the chapter I was most worried about the whole story. I knew many people were getting pissed since the "split" and the moment they finally got back together and slow burn finally took off would have to make sense and be extremely convincing. I wasn't sure that I'd make it work. I THINK I did (but I could be totally wrong - DON'T TELL ME IF I WASN'T, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW), but it felt very rewarding to me, as the person writing the story, to get to that point, so I hope the people reading felt too.

#yokan answers #ask games

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sunshineandfangs · 5 years

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Klarosummer - Quote || Abhang Samsāra

Quote: “Farmers markets aren’t just for hippies.”

@klarosummerbingo

Caroline suppressed a groan, feeling the start of a headache merrily pounding away behind her temples and brow. And she wondered what she had done in a past life to deserve this.

I’ve gone native, she thought wryly, amused despite herself, for she knew exactly what she had done in her past lives. And quite frankly she didn’t think she deserved this dudebro lingering in her space, having been attempting to flirt and talk himself up (both badly) at the same time for what had to be almost 30 minutes now.

“-thought hippies were more wild,” he sneered, apparently finally catching on that she hadn’t been paying even a lick of attention.

Caroline blinked, honestly not sure what he was even talking about or if it was somehow supposed to be an insult. She barely refrained from rubbing her forehead as she started to respond, staring him dead in the eye so he could properly appreciate just how few fucks she gave about him.

“Look, I’m not sure what logic you’re attempting here, but it sucks. First of all, farmers markets aren’t just for hippies. They’re a way for smaller producers to advertise and sell products, and they’re good for the local community.” She watched with rightful schadenfreude as his eyes started to glaze over. “Secondly, whether they do or do not attract a larger than average population of hippies has nothing to do with your success or rather lack thereof with getting a girl to hop on your tiny dick.” Caroline let herself smirk as his jaw dropped in shock, an angry and embarrassed flush creeping up his face.

He spluttered, trying to defend himself, but she just talked over him. Karma, really. “Finally, those “wild, free-spirited hippies” or however you’re stereotyping them probably have even less time for your bullshit. So, do yourself a favor and just go home before someone less tolerant than me decides to shut you up.” She waved him off, turning to the next customer, “You have a nice day now.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy open and close his mouth like a dying fish, outraged but too dumbstruck to know how to react. The man she had shifted to greet apparently lost his own patience as he turned to face the boy.

“Off you go,” he mocked.

And she rose an eyebrow at the docile obedience, sensing the light flare of power. A vampire? How interesting.

He pivoted back to face her with a charming grin to hide the hunting expression in his eyes.

“Quite the sharp tongue you have, love.”

She wondered what he wanted, sensing he wasn’t seeking something as basic as blood. Her ponderings were expertly masked though as she simply raised an eyebrow in response.

“Hmm, and my tolerance has already been worn down, so please buy something or leave.” Her smile was bland, even as she watched barely concealed ire enter his eyes.

---

Klaus wasn’t sure if he wanted to admire the young blonde’s audacity or choke it out of her. It had certainly been a long time since someone dared speak to him with such dismissal.

She hardly knew his identity though and he’d rather she stayed precisely where she was. So, he turned up the charm, letting his smile deepen the dimples on his face. Cocked his head just so, to draw her eyes down the smooth lines of his neck, across the open collar of his Henley.

“Of course, sweetheart, I’m sure your time is valuable.”

---

He was good.

The dimples, the accent, the seemingly innocent head tilt. Even his apparent polite concession after she had been more rude than not. Had she truly been just the 22 year old she appeared to be, he would have likely gotten her hook, line, and sinker.

Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t.

Thus, her reaction was perfectly polite, but distant as she gestured with her arm toward her collection of binned produce. “Please, take your pick then.”

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Klaus made a show of rifling through the various baskets of fruits, subtly flirting all the while. He was both impressed and offended when she didn’t respond at all, maintaining a polite façade, but no more.

Thanks to his minions he knew she was at least partially attracted to men, probably entirely based on her dating history, so it wasn’t that. Not that he needed her to like him, but it would certainly make it less suspicious to linger. And considering everything that was at stake he was hardly going to leave such a task up to the help.

He decided to make a more blatant pass, peered up at her through his lashes, slightly bent over a crate of strawberries. Ensured his accent was a bit deeper when he spoke.

“Ah, apologies, I realize I haven’t introduced myself. Please, call me Klaus. May I have the name of my lovely, sharp-tongued vendor?”

---

Internally, Caroline marveled at her luck. Realized he must have been what drew her soul to Mystic Falls. Not every life had dramatic purpose or whatever one wanted to call it, but it was rare she would appear somewhere so obscure without the hand of destiny being at work.

And now Klaus of The Sun and Moon Curse was at her metaphorical door. Well then, she might as well catch him off guard now, while the effort to mass compel people would hopefully be more work than he wanted to exert.

“Klaus,” she repeated, rolling the syllables across her tongue, wondering how things were about to change. “If even half the rumors I’ve heard of you are true, I’m quite certain you already know it. After all someone like you wouldn’t be lingering if not for a purpose, am I right?”

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Klaus’ expression instantly hardened, his mind racing at this unexpected reveal. None of the reports he had received indicated the girl was at all aware of the supernatural, let alone informed enough to have heard of him.

Of course, he knew about the so-called council, with their sworn duties to protect the town against vampires. But the good sheriff showed no indication she had ever told her daughter a thing. And the girl herself had seemed as ordinary as they come, a bit overachieving perhaps being on a startling number of committees, but normal. Too human even, seeing as she returned from college to take care of her sick mother.

“I must admit it’s been a long time since someone surprised me, Caroline.” As he spoke he let menace seep into his voice, hoping she wasn’t going to make him chase her.

It would be troublesome to deal with the fallout of such a spectacle, but he would if she pushed him. This chance would not slip through his fingers.

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Caroline’s wariness spiked as she caught the look in his eyes. She’d have to be more careful. Whatever had brought him here must be more important than she thought, if it put such a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Well,” she started carefully, “I have to admit to my own surprise. I wouldn’t think a tiny town like this one would be of any interest to you.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’re quite correct about that, sweetheart. I could not care less about this place.”

It was a warning and threat all rolled into one, daring her to test his resolve. Caroline wasn’t particularly attached to this place, but she did love her mother. And she wasn’t so cruel as to go out of her way to condemn the residents to be the gruesome aftermath of an immortal’s rage.

She pursed her lips. “You’ve made your point, Klaus, I won’t make a scene. Just tell me what your want. I’m not going to indulge in some kind of sick game with you.”

“Good thing I’m not playing, sweetheart. Now, you’ll make your excuses to leave, and then you’ll come with me. If I catch even a hint of duplicity your mother will be the first to suffer my wrath.” His smirk was a monstrous thing to behold. “Obey me and I’ll permit you to visit her under my careful watch.”

She already knew she would go with him, quite assured he’d carry through with his threats, though she was also quite confused. What use was she to him? Had he learned the truth of her, wanted to use her knowledge for something?

Caroline nodded to him, hurried to excuse herself from the market and felt his gaze burning a hole in her back as she did so. When she returned to his side, a warning hand settled on the small of her back. The two of them appearing as some happy couple rather than abductor and captive.

“What do you want from me, Klaus?” She whispered as he helped her into his car. The manners seeming ridiculous considering everything.

He didn’t respond immediately, situating himself in the driver’s seat and backing out of the space. He stayed silent as he drove and she figured he wasn’t going to answer when he finally did.

“There’s a rather pesky curse I want to break, love. Several years ago I thought my chances were ruined, but as it turns out,” he glanced over at her a covetous expression on his face, “you’re my missing piece.”

Understanding flooded her. She had heard that The Sun and Moon Curse required a Doppelgänger, creatures born of Silas’ and Amara’s tampering. Her circumstances were different though, and never had she cursed her consistent appearance more. Not even when it had caused immense trouble during the times she had been born to parents that looked nothing like her.

See, despite the surface level similarities she was not a Doppelgänger. Her blood didn’t carry the magic he needed.

Caroline suppressed a ragged sigh. She was going to have to be the one to inform him of his mistake. Not something she was looking forward to. What had she done to deserve this again?

She closed her eyes, deciding to wait until they were out of a multi-ton moving vehicle to be the barer of bad news. ...Still, what did a being such as her fear of death? Innumerable millennia and innumerable lives, even Klaus was nothing in the face of that.

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Author’s note: The title today is Hindi/Sanskrit for “Unbroken Cycle.” Admittedly it doesn’t have much connection to India beyond the utilization of the ideas of reincarnation, which while not exclusive to Hinduism and Buddhism, are obviously very prevalent. Meanwhile the word Samsāra in and of itself is quite tied to the idea of reincarnation.

#Klaroline #KlarosummerBingo #Klaroline Fanfiction #Klaroline Drabbles #Klaroline Edits #Klaroline Photosets #Klaroline Aesthetics #My Writing #My Edits

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TVD fanfic 9X03 (part 2) Hope you enjoy!=)

Cut to – next day, Alaric’s office. Caroline and Alaric talking.

ALARIC: What? How is that even possible, Caroline?!

CAROLINE: I know it sounds crazy, that’s why I wanted to tell you myself. Also, so you wouldn’t freak out if you saw him…

ALARIC: He is alive?

CAROLINE: Yes, Lexi too. Unfortunately, so is Katherine, she took one of the house rooms but don’t worry, we locked her in last night; so, she isn’t going anywhere.

ALARIC: I still can’t understand… how?

CAROLINE: Well, seems like when Bonnie linked to the source she linked to everything in existence… and some lost, or unfulfilled souls caught a ride back with her… I guess? I really can’t understand it either… but, they are in fact back and very much alive.

ALARIC: I have to talk to Bonnie… this can’t be good.

CAROLINE: Didn’t you hear me? Stefan is alive, how is that not a good thing?

ALARIC: I did hear you Caroline, and I’m happy for you, but you know that there are always horrible consequences with these types of things…

CAROLINE: Not always Ric, and we don’t even know what “these types of things” really are, so, I would appreciate some positivity and support.

ALARIC: I’m sorry, this is just a bit much for 8am. Have you told the girls?

CAROLINE: Not yet, I want us to tell them together. I asked them to meet us here after their first class.

ALARIC: So, where is Stefan now?

CAROLINE: He’s still asleep in my room.

ALARIC: And Lexi?

CAROLINE: She took off early this morning.

ALARIC: We’ve been through some pretty crazy things before, but this definitely tops it… Have you told Elena?

CAROLINE: Not yet, she went back to Whitmore last night, and I really don’t think this type of news should be given over the phone, so I’ll drive up to see her in a couple of days.

ALARIC. Make sure you get some drinks in her first…

CAROLINE: Oh, for sure!

ALARIC: Listen, Radka talked to the student’s parents, asked them if they would be fine with us having a memorial…

CAROLINE: Yes, of course!

ALARIC: They want nothing to do with us, don’t want us at the funerals, don’t want to hear or see us ever again…

CAROLINE: What? Why?

ALARIC: Can you blame them? I mean, if their kids hadn’t come to this school, they would probably be alive…

CAROLINE: We don’t know that; they were targets to that freakshow of a cult, they would have gotten to them here, or anywhere else.

ALARIC: Well, whatever the case, we have to respect their wishes.

CAROLINE: I know, but we are still having a memorial in their honor.

ALARIC: Radka said the same, she’s already prepping everything, the ceremony will be tomorrow evening.

CAROLINE: Good… (they hear Bonnie screaming, they run out).

Cut to - Bonnie sleeping in her room; she is screaming; Damon runs in and finds her shaking and elevating, along with everything in the room.

DAMON: Bon-Bon? Bon? Bon, wake up!

Bonnie wakes up, everything drops back to normal.

DAMON: Bon, are you O.K?

BONNIE: I’m fine, what are you doing in my room? I was sleeping…

DAMON: You were screaming so I came to check on you. Found you and everything else in this room floating… You scared me half to death...

BONNIE: Sorry, must have been having a nightmare… had way too many shots last night…

Stefan comes running in, Alaric and Caroline briefly after.

STEFAN: What’s going on? Bonnie, are you O.K?

CAROLINE: What happened? We heard you screaming…

BONNIE: Just a bad dream is all.

DAMON: Oh, it was more than that, Bon! The entire room looked like a scene from the exorcist!

BONNIE: I’m fine Damon, so drop it.

DAMON: Literally what happened with everything, including yourself, when you woke up, Bon…

ALARIC: Do you remember anything? Any images, flashes?

BONNIE: Nothing visual… all I remember is having a terrible feeling that something was very wrong…

CAROLINE: Oh my god Bonnie! (Hugs her) Listen, I think that what you need is to rest, and some good old-fashion pampering; you haven’t had any downtime after everything you just went through…

BONNIE: I really don’t feel like sleeping after this…

CAROLINE: You don’t have to sleep, just rest, OK? I’ll bring you some breakfast in bed, we can watch some T.V, just tune out for a bit…

BONNIE: That actually sounds kind of nice… but what about our little roomie problem? Not to mention our little “where is Waldo” situation. We really need to deal with that.

CAROLINE: Don’t worry about Katherine, we’ll make sure she stays put, and, we’ll deal Mr. MIA later. For now, let’s just take a breather.

DAMON: I agree with Blondie, Bon, let’s take some timeout before the Avengers reassemble…

BONNIE: Well, guess there is nothing wrong with taking some downtime…

CAROLINE: Great! These guys (referring to Alaric and Stefan) and I will go make breakfast. (They leave the room).

DAMON: (Puts on the TV) OK, Bon, so what’s it gonna be? GoT?

BONNIE: (Gives him a smirk) You know me too well… (Damon gives her a wink).

Cut to Salvatore kitchen – Caroline and Stefan are making pancakes, Alaric is attempting to help.

ALARIC: (To Stefan) So, welcome back…

STEFAN: Thank you, Ric, not sure you would be too thrilled by it…

ALARIC: Hey, we are passed all that, I really am glad that you are back (bro hug). (To Caroline) So, I talked to Radka, her and Sergei will help run things while we figure this whole thing out.

CAROLINE: That’s great; Bonnie needs our full support. Can you even imagine what she is going through?

ALARIC: Not even a little bit. Having that much power…

CAROLINE: And dealing with what that asshole almost made her do. Never thought I would ever say this but, we should’ve listened to Damon.

STEFAN: Anyone care to fill me in? I was dead for quite a while…

ALARIC: Didn’t you guys do that last night?

CAROLINE: We decided not to go into that and let this (referring to Stefan being back) sink in first; it’s not every day a person comes back from the dead. Listen (kisses Stefan), what do you say if, later today, you and I go to our spot… I’ll put you up to date then.

STEFAN: That sounds great.

CAROLINE: For now, let’s have breakfast and binge some GoT, which I’m sure is what Bonnie and Damon are watching… and we’ll take it from there.

STEFAN: Can I have an aspirin first? Forgot about this nasty human side-effect…

ALARIC: Here, take one of these (opens a counter, gives him a pill), works for me every time. (To Caroline) What about the girls? I thought we were talking to them after first period.

CAROLINE: I was thinking that we can talk to them after school instead? We can hide Stefan for a few hours.

ALARIC: Sounds like a plan. You guys mind if I leave after breakfast? I need to keep researching this source thing…

CAROLINE: Of course, the more we know about it, the more we can help Bonnie.

Cut to – Matt and Khuyana at their house. They are lying in bed.

MATT: I’m so happy you are back, I missed you so much (kisses her). You have no idea how crazy these past days have been.

KHUYANA: I can only imagine… from what you told me, sounds straight out of a horror movie. I’m really glad you are O.K, but promise me you will be careful, this is dangerous ground you’re walking on…

MATT: I promise…

KHUYANA: Tell you what, let me go make us some breakfast, we’ll eat in bed.

MATT: That sounds amazing, I’ll come with you.

KHUYANA: No, it’s fine, sleep for a bit, you need it. I’ll be back in a few. (kisses him and leaves, Matt gets a call).

MATT: Hello Mayor, is everything O.K?

EDWARD POWELL: Sorry to disturb you on your day off Sheriff, just wanted to let you know that the “situation” has been handled, I’ll brief you in detail tomorrow morning.

MATT: Thanks for letting me know.

EDWARD POWELL: It’s my duty, Sheriff. I’ll leave you to rest now, you’ll need it for what is coming… Good day.

Matt hears Khuyana scream and sounds of a struggle; comes running down with his gun. Finds her arm locking an intruder on the floor, he is faced down.

MATT: (Pointing his gun at the intruder) Don’t move! (To Khuyana) What happened?

KHUYANA: I came downstairs, found him in the kitchen so I arm-locked him… (to the intruder) not on my watch!

MATT: (Points the gun to the intruder’s head) Listen, you piece of….

TYLER: Matt, Matt! Don’t shoot, it’s me…

MATT: Tyler? What the…

Cut to – some weird old mansion library.

MAN’S VOICE: Well, that didn’t go as expected… I’m quite disappointed, I thought you had everything under control?

DARIUS: Everything is under control, granted there were some unexpected twists, but I will handle it.

MAN’S VOICE: I trust you will, we are running out of time, and I’m running out of patience.

Cut to – Salvatore mansion, Katherine in her room.

KATHERINE: (To herself) It’s a beautiful day to be alive! (Admires herself in the mirror, gives her self a smirk).

Rebirth agrees with me, I look so young!… (lip signs as she is looking at herself in the mirror) H-O-T (winks at her reflection). God, I’m starving! Wonder what these losers have in their fridge… (Tries to open the door and realizes she is locked in). Those little…

Cut to – Bonnie’s room, the gang is having breakfast and watching GoT. Caroline gets a call from Matt.

CAROLINE: (Before she picks up…) Guys, it’s Matt, should I tell him about (looking at Stefan) well, you know?...

BONNIE: I think it’s better if you ask him to come over, we’ll tell him in person…

CAROLINE: True. (Answers the call) Hey Matt! How are you?

MATT: Care, I really need you to come by my house…

CAROLINE: Is everything O.K?

MATT: Everything is fine… I think, not sure…just, please come over.

CAROLINE: I was about to tell you the same thing… we really need to talk to you too…

MATT: Care, I can’t right now… I’m in the middle of a very strange situation, it’s either that or I’ve gone completely mad…

CAROLINE: What happened Matt?

MATT: Care, really, if I could tell you over the phone I would, but you can’t say these types of things over the phone, plus it would help if you see for yourself, and verify that Khuyana and I are not insane…

CAROLINE: (Putting the pieces of the puzzle together) Wait… does this have to do with… well, let’s just say, Night of the Living Dead thing? (Pause for a bit) How did you find out about Stefan?

MATT: Wait, what? Stefan? What about Stefan?

CAROLINE: You know… Lexi and Katherine too…

MATT: What?! No, wait… I’m talking about Tyler…

CAROLINE: Oh my god! Tyler too!!!

MATT: So much for not talking about this over the phone… What the hell is going on?

CAROLINE: Tyler is alive!!!! (To the gang) Guys, Tyler is alive!!!

They all look incredibly happy, except for Damon who seems a bit more worried than happy.

MATT: Wait, so Stefan, Lexi, Katherine, and Tyler are alive? … Wonder if anyone else rose from their tomb… Listen, we definitely need to talk about this in person, all of us, we’ll head to the mansion.

CAROLINE: Perfect, see you soon. (Hangs up).

DAMON: So, wolf-boy caught a ride too… good for him, he was gone way too soon (everyone gives him a look).

BONNIE: You are lucky no one seems to remember exactly how they died… except for Katherine for some strange reason…

CAROLINE: Speaking of, we should check up on our little house guest…

Cut to -Katherine’s room, she is desperately trying to open the door. The gang walks in, Caroline sustains her.

DAMON: Should have gone for the window Kitty Kat, I’m sure you would’ve landed on all four…

KATHERINE: Let me out of here! I just needed a night’s rest. I’ll be on my way now.

CAROLINE: Not that I would want anything more, but there is no way in hell we are going to let you out until we figure this whole thing out.

KATHERINE: What is there to figure out, Barbie? I was dead, now I’m alive, there is justice in the world, the end! (To Stefan) By the way, didn’t get a chance to tell you last night, but you are looking fine! (Gives him a smirk)

STEFAN: Listen, Katherine, you need to tell us what you remember…

KATHERINE: I thought I made it clear last night, you and Damon… (shakes her index finger) bad, bad, bad… And don’t even get me started on you Bonnie, except you, get a free pass for the ride.

Alaric comes in the room.

KATHERINE: Oh great, professor Xfailure is here…

ALARIC: Bonnie, I found something… you need to come with me.

BONNIE: Sure.

DAMON: I’m coming with, my allergies are starting to kick in (gives Katherine a look. Alaric, Bonnie, and Damon leave the room).

STEFAN: (To Katherine) You are going to need to stay put for a while, so, just kill some time… you can look at yourself in the mirror all day, I know you love to do that. We’ll be back.

KATHERINE: (As they are leaving and locking her up again) Stefan, don’t you dare! Stefan! (In resignation, stands in front of the mirror admiring herself).

Cut to – Salvatore mansion library

ALARIC: (Hands Bonnie an old book) Look at this…

BONNIE: Ric, this can't be real…

DAMON: What’s going on, Bon? Let me see…(Reads) No… this is impossible…

ALARIC: I think we are way passed impossible by now…

Cut to - Salvatore living room, Caroline and Stefan coming down the stairs. The doorbell rings.

CAROLINE: That must be Matt and Tyler!

STEFAN: That was fast…

Caroline opens the door.

KLAUS: Hello, love...

TO BE CONTINUED...

TVD Fanfic 9x03 (part 3) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read and enjoy!=)

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