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darlingmurdock · 2 years

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Takes place after season five events but not really canon to anything. No baby plot. Klaroline were in secret relationship. CAROLINE IS A HETERIC!!

{ I do not own the the vampire dairies characters, that goes back to the original creators. This plot is my own and done all by me. } EXPLICIT CONTENT

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

THE REMEMBERING. The fact that it has been less than ten minutes of our beloved couple being separated yet here they are remembering all of the moments as couples that they spent here at this same location they are in.

Here are the couple sitting on top of a rooftop in silence. Trying to process what is currently happening to them. Feeling betrayed, hurt, confused, angry. Caroline glances up at her boyfriend or now ex-boyfriend with watery eyes.

"You aren't being fair, you know that."

Klaus did not say anything but stayed quiet. Unsure what to say at this current moment. He knows he isn't being fair, he is not giving her a choice but he just knows it is for the best.

Because she is the one person that he could not lose. She is his home as he is her home and he is ruining that. With deep breath he spared her a quick look and his heart broke at the sight of her trying to hold together.

"I do."

Caroline is not one for expressing emotions, she has never been good at it. Because if she is too emotional then she feels that she is weak which is something she hates. But her relationship has taught her that it is okay for her to allow herself to feel.

She was always one of those little girls that believe in magical fairy tale stories of falling in love, finding herself a prince charming but here she is trying not to break down that her relationship, her own version of a fairy-take is now over. Caroline felt a tear come out of her eye. She really did not want to let him go.

Klaus has lost many things in his life but him choosing to let go of Caroline was killing him. He needs to let her go. She will never be safe with him. Klaus has lost many people because of him and he will not risk losing her because he did not make the right choice of letting go. He wanted to be selfish and just lock her in a box all for himself but he knows that she has a life to live and is not with him. He will not forgive himself if she gets hurt again because of him.

Klaus got hold of her hand as he felt her give him a big squeeze. Klaus grabbed hold of her chin and moved it for her to face him, he almost broke down seeing her in so much pain. He put his forehead against hers, just wanting to feel her body heat against his. He let out such soft whispers that were barely hearable, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Caroline squeezed her eyes shut as she heard him say sorry. Caroline just wanted to fight his stubborn ass. She opened her eyes and looked straight at his glossy eyes, "I know."

The two of them got up and moved closer to see the city skyline as the bright lights of the tall New York building shine upon them. Where they originally were planning to explore, the city.

The mix of neon lights shine on them as a small cold breeze hits their faces. As each one felt a sudden mix of emotions, Caroline tilted her head to see Klaus looking up at the sky.

"It's not your choice to make."

"I know"

Klaus closed his eyes for a moment as he knew this was the end of their story. He opened his eyes and saw the tears falling down Caroline’s eyes. He quickly went to her and wiped her tears away, "Please don't cry for me. I'm not worth it."

"It's not your choice to make."

Caroline's lips start to tremble as she is not trying to sob right now. Klaus grabbed her and gave her a big hug as he held her. He did not say anything but she knew he was sorry. She just held on to him not wanting to ever let go.

The ex-couple spent the rest of the night holding onto one another for one last time before they went their separate ways. They said nothing to one another, just having each warmth radiating off one another was enough.

Because they were each other's motive, in this long and dreadful immortal life, they were the sweetness part to each other.

“However long it takes.”

TWO YEARS LATER—

Caroline laid on the floor as her body was in pain. Glancing down at the puddle of blood that surround her intoxicating away as the red seem to be the only form of light in the room. She hissed in pain as the spelled chains kept her restricted, her eyes fell upon the chain as light red swirl around the chain as she ripped them off.

Caroline heard light footsteps as she rolled her eyes at the upcoming people. The room shone bright as a door was opened, two people glanced at her as she waved at them. Before they could say anything she flash to them as she ripped their hearts with red splattering all over her.

She huffed out, so much for a fun night out with Bonnie. She sighs as she glances down at her outfit that was ruined at least her shoes were okay. She was wearing a silk baby blue crop top that showcased her ivory skin while teasing her breast. She paired the top with a mini black skirt and her hair was loose but she had red splatter on her golden locks. She sighs as she walks out the room.

She found herself front with someone, she muttered a spell under her breath, as the person fell to the ground groaning out of pain. Caroline went down to them as tug her hand into their heart, “You ruined girl’s night.”

The split unfortunate yells had shuddered as she ripped their heart out, the empty vacuum of blood that poisoned her skin like an additional rigid coat of skin that is slowly strangling her into.

She heard light footsteps coming her way. She winced out of pain as her breath hitch as the burning sensation was creeping upon her. Before she reacted she found her back against the wall with hand around her throat.

She saw a man with dark hair as he pressed harder, stopping her chain of breaths. The man squeezed it harder, Caroline choked it out, “Just because I like hard doesn’t mean we need to get so kinky, take me out on date first.”

The man let out a hearty chuckle, “You would like that, huh?”

Caroline tried to move her hand around her throat that made harder for her to mutter the spells and the wounds around her made it hard for her to break free from the hold. The man gently placed his hand on her leg soothing it, “But unfortunately that won’t be the case. Although you are such piece of candy.”

Caroline could not help but roll her eyes at the man. The dark-haired man hitch his hand higher on her leg but before he could even reach her mid thigh, he was pulled away from her, as the man dropped to floor with blood coming out of him. The man fell down as his life drain away, with his blood soaking Caroline.

Caroline shifted her gaze up to see the original hybrid that left an aching tug in her heart. But she could not focus on anything besides the way the ruby color splatter on his skin, as he gently moved to meet her eyes, gazing at her as his eyes darkened a bit, “Hello, Love.”

Caroline rolled her eyes as walked past him. Klaus caught up to her as he stopped her, “What, not even a hello, after two years?”

“Well I’m not the one that ended it,” she nudged his shoulder, walking down the hall trying to get out of wherever she was. Klaus winced at her harsh tone but he deserves it to be real, even if part of them ended things in an okay manner, he still had hurt her, something he never ever intended to do.

Klaus ran as he grabbed her arm again, Caroline blinked her thoughts away and looked down at her skirt, she moved her eyes back to Klaus and let out sighs, "Hi."

Klaus could not help but chuckle at her awkwardness, "Hi."

Klaus observed Caroline as her curly blonde hair is longer now and her eyes displayed a sudden tiredness, obviously pointing out that she hasn't gotten much sleep in awhile.

He shifted his gaze, not helping but paused for a split second at her ivory breast tainting with red, slightly teasing anyone. He clenched his jaw at the thought she was displayed for everyone to see, which he did not care as long as everyone knew she belonged to him.

Caroline felt like her 16 year old self again, trying to talk to a boy for the first time. She always spoke her mind but when it came with Klaus he made her feel on top of the world but also he set her nerves like crazy. Even when they got together she would always get butterflies, even though she doesn't want to admit it. But she can't help feeling a little resentment after their break-up. But she pushed those feelings down.

In a weird way they were each other’s motive, a reason that they each pushed each other to the limit. Caroline gave him her famous miss mystic falls smile, "I’m go now.”

Klaus has smirked plaster on him, “Not even a thank you for saving you sweetheart?”

“I had it handled,” muttered Caroline as she shook him off but he wouldn’t let her leave. Klaus tilted his head with a teasing smile on him, “Oh, really?”

Caroline chuckled at him, “Yes, plus we both know I love it when it gets messy.”

Caroline walked away with a slight smirk on her face. She refuses to let him win. Klaus stood still with a clenched jaw as she walked away. She was provoking him, his little vixen. He had smirk on him as he was flashing to her, and flashing both of them to a hotel room nearby.

Caroline huffs as Klaus sets her down in the hotel room. She glared at him with a hand on her hip, “What is your problem?”

“I just want to talk sweetheart,” shrugged Klaus as he displayed a dimple smile, acting all innocent. Caroline bit her tongue knowing his little act. She nodded, “Well, I don’t want to. What are you even doing here?”

Klaus shook his head, taking a step forward to her, “Business. I was curious to hear about a blonde vamp witch, which I instantly knew was my blonde.”

“Not yours,” mumbled Caroline ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at his stupid possessive claim on her. Klaus had a smug look on him seeing her all adorable and flushed in front of him.

His eyes fell upon the blood dripping on her skin, his gaze darkened, “What about you? Special night to be dressed like that?”

Caroline scoffed as she met his gaze and noticed his eyes had flint of gold in them. She sighs but nodded to his question, “Yes. I had goals for the night but that got ruined.”

Klaus clenched his jaw knowing what she was implying. He could not help but snarled at her, “You are mine, Caroline. No one is allowed to touch you but me.”

Caroline raised her brow at him, refusing to submit to his stupid claim. She sighs, turning around to exit the room but she found herself trapped against the wall. Klaus’s eyes shined bright as his raspy voice filled her, “Come on love. Don’t forget your place, which is right by my side.”

Caroline bit her tongue, as goosebumps rose on her skin as his hand caresses her leg, hitching higher and higher. But she was stubborn and refused to let him get away with his freakin game. She tilted her head as he did not remove his gaze from her.

Caroline offered a fake smile, “We aren’t together anymore,” she leans closer as her lips brushed slightly across his ear, “I can fuck whoever I want. Whenever I want, wherever I want.”

Caroline heard a slight growl as she felt his arms wrap around her waist in a possessive way. Klaus placed one of his hands on her lower back as he caressed her, “That is where you are wrong, love. You're mine. Do I need to remind you?”

“We aren’t together anymore,” huffed Caroline at his touch that always made her melt into his body. The tension in the room had grown so suffocating.

Klaus offered her smile, “Do I need to punish you, love? I made sure you remember that you belong to me and I don’t care that ‘we aren’t together’ as you put it you will always be mine.”

Caroline ignored the hit of arousal that hit her body like the wash of a hurricane. She moved her hands to his head, slightly brushing his curls, “A bit desperate don’t you think?”

“For you and only you,” mumbled Klaus. He tugged her closer as her chest pressed against his. They stared at each other for what seemed like eternity until their lips met. Who made the first move was a blur to the both of them as all they could focus on was the way their lips molded perfectly, like the softness of clay.

Klaus pulled away nuzzling his head into her neck, lightly biting her neck as she pressed her hips closer to him, causing him to let out a soft groan. Caroline tugged his hair back so she could place her lips on him again, missing the feeling of them. Klaus shifted his hand higher and higher brushing his fingers lighting through her center, feeling the wetness soak through her panties.

Klaus bit her lip, as Caroline gasped feeling all heated. But she snapped out of it as she felt him grow hard under her. She gasped as she tried to push him off, “You left.”

Klaus gripped her tightly which caused Caroline to moan out of pain but they both knew she was a rough type of girl. He placed his lips on her neck, his fangs slightly puncturing her neck, “I know, let me make it up to you.”

Caroline felt herself clench over nothing as she felt the wetness soak through her. She ran her hand across his face as they were still covered in the blood of their victims. She gently brushed her finger across his neck enjoying the light shiver to her touch.

She glanced down at her finger seeing the specks of blood as she placed in her mouth sucking the blood off, her gaze never leaving his as his little wolf wanted to come out and play. Caroline smiled at him as brushed the blood off between her breasts and offered to him.

Klaus could not help but have a slight smile on him for his cheeky vixen. He accepted her offer as he licked the blood off her finger, growling at the smell of her arousal hit him. Caroline gazed at him as they both rushed their lips to meet once again, he placed his hands under her ass, pulling her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He placed his lips against her neck, his human teeth bugging into her neck as she rolled her hips pressed against his erection, trying to find some form of friction. Klaus moved his hand under her skirt as he pressed his fingers through her damped panties. Klaus ripped her panties off, Caroline gasped at the sudden cold air hitting her heated center.

Before she could even scold him, Klaus plunged his finger inside her of her, he let out groan at her wetness and tightness. Caroline let out a moan as he drove his fingers into her core in fanatic speed, he felt the ache in his gums as he could not help but press his lips between her neck once again.

Caroline rolled her head back, giving him more access as she sighs in relief feeling the slight pain that entered her as he drank from her. She rolled her hips, building up a tight sensation as he plunged his finger harder. Caroline let out a strangled moan, “Please.”

Klaus ignored her as he drank from her. Her blood was the taste of honey, summer, it was so sweet and light. He felt himself addicted to the sweet course of blood. He pressed his thumb against her sensitive bud, as she cried out. He did not stop as he drove his fingers into her heated core, with fangs punctured in her delicate soft skin.

Caroline frantically rolled her hips to the speed of his fingers as she cried out at the pressure building up. Is like he felt that she was closed as he pulled his fingers back and she whimpered at the lost contact. Klaus pulled away from her neck as he set her down to her feet, pressing his finger into his mouth groaning of how delicious she was.

Caroline gazed at him, as she panted wanting more. Klaus gave her access to his neck as she lightly tiptoped pressing her fangs into him, as the champagne-like blood streamed into her tongue. She sighs forgetting how good his blood tasted. She pulled back as they stared at each other. She pressed her forehead against his, “You didn’t let me cum, asshole.”

Klaus grinned at her, very much missing her fiery attitude. He gently removed her top, that let her breast spill out, he groaned at that sight. He swiftly licked her left nipple as he caressed the other one, Caroline let out a sigh of pleasure. He moved them to the bed where he sat down and she sat between his legs, rolling her hips against him.

“Then let’s fix that,” mumbled Klaus as he placed his hands on her waist as she tugged his shirt up pulling it away. Her hand lightly touched his chest, as he brought her closer as her tight nipples pressed against his chest.

Caroline felt herself get wetter as her soak centered, damped his jeans. Klaus moved her hips as she rolled her hips to his rhyme, her heated center finding friction between his damped jeans. He bounced his leg that caused a a higher pleasure that coursed through her body.

Klaus brushed his fingers at her heated center groan of her wetness, “You’re so wet. For me and only me.”

Caroline could not help but nodded to his claim, wanting to find some form of relief, “Please, Klaus.”

Klaus wanted to taunt her longer but he could not control himself anymore, he turned them around, removing her skirt out of the way, as he buckled his jeans, removing them. He moved above her as his tip brushed lightly her sensitive center, before he swift in one motion.

Both moaning and grunting of them being connected. Klaus glanced down as he pressed a kiss on her cheek, “Okay?”

“Okay,” confirmed Caroline as she raised her lips to meet him again. He slowly moved inside of her, slowly speeding up, he bit her lip, “You’re so tight.”

Caroline closed her eyes at the sudden pleasure in her as he moved in her like never before, with her body responding to his touch. She gasped as he bit her neck lightly, she cried out his name, “Klaus.”

“Caroline,” grunted Klaus, feeling her walls clenched around him. He felt her light breaths across him as he gazed down to see her eyes opened, as he moved into her in a primal way. Enjoying the way she arch her back, the light bounce of her breast, but most of all her moans that were music to his ears.

He pinned her arms back as he pounded into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist as she was so close. Klaus bit her ear, “You belong to me, don’t you ever forget that.”

Caroline nodded as she bit out, “You belong to me as well.”

Klaus increased his speed, she cried as he hit her sensitive spot, her thigh squeezing his waist, her wall clenching around him. He continued his speed, his breath hitching at her tightness, hitting her sweet spot, until a wave of pleasure hit her, “Klaus.”

Caroline let out a strangled moan as he pushed through her sensitivity as he pounded into her, harder than before. Klaus groaned as he spilled inside of her as his raspy voice hit her, making her more wet, “Caroline.”

They both panted as Klaus laid on his back pulling her closer to him. Each coming down from their high as they let the silence consumed the air. Caroline gently buried her head to his chest, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” mumbled Klaus as he kissed the top of her head. They obviously had a lot to talk about but they could do that later. As right now, they are together and that is all that matters.

Klaus bit his lip as he brushed her hair away from her face, seeing her eyes flutter to him. He really missed waking up to seeing this everyday. Klaus brushed his fingers across her face, “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” mumbled Caroline, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. She sighs moving closer to him, if it were possible, “However long it takes, right?”

“However long it takes,” nodded Klaus. He brought his lips to hers, as they melt at the touch of their lips meeting, it felt so incredible each time. Caroline pulled away as she snuggled onto him, with a teasing smile on her, “You plan on going on murder spree pretty soon, huh?”

“Of course, love. I need to find out who else wants my blonde witch,” Klaus nodded in confirmation. Caroline tilted her head, “You mean vampy-witch?”

“Same thing, love. You’re still mine, you know that right?”

“Yes, I get it. Calm your possessive self down.”

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thetourguidebarbie · 1 year

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#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline drabbles #klaroline drabble #PLEASE HELP #i WILL be reblogging this every day thank you for your understanding #please signal boost for other kc folks i'm seriously torn #i don't even know what people like anymore #because i have been busy doing literally anything but writing

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austennerdita2533 · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson, Mentions of Kalijah and Rebenzo Characters: Caroline Forbes, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon until 4x23, Angst and Feels, Humor, some violence, Pining, Unresolved Romantic Tension Summary:

Caroline knew the number. She had it memorized for a reason she still couldn’t explain, but only on her worst nights did she ever dial it.

Snapshot moments of Klaus and Caroline throughout time.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline autumn exchange #ashlee bree's writing endeavors #wrote this for the darling nik #thanks for another fun fandom event lovelies! <3 <3 #it was nice to come back to writing klaroline again after an age

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cupcakemolotov · 2 years

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On Cold Winds

I don’t even know. @kirythestitchwitch made a random comment and now here we are.

Synopsis: The night of the first touch of Fall, Caroline's evening is interrupted by the local Hybrid Problem. She doesn't have plans to interfere with his weird werewolf project, but clearing the air about just what she will not tolerate never hurt anyone, right?

Warnings: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson; Klaus Mikaelson; Caroline Forbes; Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Fae; Pre-Relationship; Hybrids; Fae & Fairies; hybrid!Klaus; Fae!Caroline; Threats of Violence; Canon-Typical Violence; Blood and Violence; Blood and Gore; Attempted Murder; Murder; Mentions of attempted rape; not Salvatore friendly

Mystic Falls was at its best in the early morning hours of the night. Soft, quiet, with their porch lights long since turned off and the stars bright and sparking above the trees that threaded through the small neighborhood Caroline lived in. She sat quietly on her back porch, fingers curled around a thermos of cold tea she held because she liked the bite of mint. That night, the first chill of winter had spread its fingers across Virginia, and her relief was heady. It’d pulled her out of bed, that shiver of cold sweeping the land, and she had slipped downstairs on silent feet to enjoy the first real chill in the air.

Fall was finally, finally here.

How she’d ended up born in the hell pit that was the humid, sticky summers of MF was a question even her mom couldn’t answer. Liz had many theories of course, starting with the fact that it was likely her biological father hadn’t expected any of his children to survive the heat, so he had been more careless than others. Pretty, her straight-laced mother often said with a self-deprecating smile, and charming.

Liz had never seen him without his human face, and had been quite surprised when her toddler had started to show signs of non-human features. Sharper teeth, the changing shape of her ears. The screaming fits when Caroline was dragged outside on balmy summer days.

When she’d been little, Caroline had tried to imagine the man who had given her her bones, the strange marking brought out by only the deepest cold, and very little else. If he had sharply pointed ears and teeth, if when standing barefoot in the first snowfall of the year, he felt as at home as she did. If his skill turned a cool shade of pale, if the markings on his face were a darker blue than hers. There was nothing Caroline loved more than winter, and she always wondered what about Virginia Snow had brought something so strange into her mother’s world. As best they could tell from the mythology of Europe, she might have been part of the Fae, or she could have been some weird snow demon. No one knew.

Her biological father had never made a reappearance.

It would have taken a supernatural charm to woo her mom, her stalwart mom, to tempt her mother into a tryst that had resulted in a pregnancy and a shotgun wedding. Caroline had never blamed either Bill nor Liz for the choices they’d made as teenagers, one needing a husband, the other needing a beard. Raising a child that wasn’t… entirely human had to have been a struggle.

She did blame Bill for trying to erase that part of her as she’d grown older. When it became apparent that she took far more after her non-human parentage, he’d grown distant. Then there was the disaster of her thirteen birthday. She took a slow sip of her cold tea, the bite a balm to the memory of the painful summer heat, the way her mother had sat her in a cold tub filled with ice as she’d shaken from heat stroke and her death, sunburned and aching, in shock of the actions from the man she’d always thought as dad.

Her mom had filed for divorce shortly after, and in the years since Bill had done his best to replace any memory of the little girl she’d once been, any family they might have had, with a new one. Caroline had been willing to try to understand it, but the crueler, sharper side of her had thought him weak. He’d made no attempt to contact her after failing to burn her parentage out of her, and she was willing to bide her time. She thought she might have been human enough to forgive, if she hadn’t seen just how lopsided the divorce had been, how her mom had struggled to keep the home they’d made for themselves.

Spite was a powerful motivator.

In the distance beyond their picture perfect wood privacy fence, something stirred through the shadows, a bare hint of movement, and her eyes narrowed. From the steps, she could just see into the woods, and while they had coyotes, she doubted whatever was stirring would be mundane. Breathing in deep, she let the cool wind tell her the secrets of the land around her, and the familiar mix of wolf and vampire teased her nose, though it was strange to have those two species mingling.

But, she thought as she took a deeper breath, perhaps not necessarily two after all. Tonight was not the first time she’d caught that scent, the strange melding of two species that hated each other. Musk and old blood, not an unappealing combination. Wrinkling her nose, Caroline stretched out her bare feet on the steps. Tyler had been wearing a similar smell for weeks now, instead of the familiar musk of his wolf, and she’d caught sight of several other supernatural beings here and there. Vampires, witches. The lean, wary-eyed wolves with no pack.

There was an infestation of the supernatural lately in Mystic Falls, and Caroline did not like it. It had been her Mom, who had pulled her aside with a soft warning to keep her head down, to avoid attracting attention. Her Mom, who had investigated Elena’s disappearance and Grams death with a grim-eyed knowledge that had stroked the dangerous creature who sat crouched in her veins, waiting out the summer heat.

The same creature who now peaked out into the darkness. She supposed a human would be scared of what waited in the shadows, but as she’d started to grow, after she’d survived her Dad, true fear had been hard to find. Arrogance perhaps, but she’d sacrificed a great deal of her humanity to live, and it made her no easy target. This wasn’t the first hint that something was interested in her backyard, and Caroline was curious if the monster patrolling the woods would make an appearance. If it was clever enough to sense the truth of her.

The vampire who had tried to compel her hadn’t been. Perhaps, if he’d caught her at the height of summer, he’d have had a chance. Instead, he’d found himself very dead, the pretty falling leaves of Fall the only marker of his grave. It had been more than he deserved, preying on young girls.

Taking another sip of her tea, Caroline waited with a patience that had taken a long time to master. She was inclined to fidget, sitting still an anathema, which made Summer particularly difficult. She tended to switch to a more nocturnal schedule when allowed during those short days, the ice and snow that ran cool in her veins miserable, her mornings difficult and lazy. But as she’d gotten older, more in tune with her personal power, she’d found herself becoming more resilient.

Definitely determined. Her mom certainly blamed her short bursts of energy during the hot days for her obsession for lists and a carefully organized schedule. Never let it be said she let something like heat slow her down from getting exactly what she wanted. If this unknown monster thought he was going to frighten her into breaking the silence between them, he was very wrong.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, soft laughter chased the breeze, and a moment later the shadows changed again. The man who had been hovering cleared the six foot fence with an easy leap, thankfully not landing on her carefully babied plants. Hand sliding into his pockets, he sauntered forward, moonlight catching the glimmering gold of his hair, the shadow of his scruff along his jaw. When he smiled, there were dimples.

Pretty, the ice in her veins whispered. Caroline bet he smiled just like that as he killed. Dimples on display, eyes gleaming with a private amusement.

“You know, I had my doubts when my spies insisted there was something strange about the good Sheriff's daughter.” That pleased smile shifted into a hum of satisfaction as he stopped just outside of her reach. “Yet here you are, precociously human in every way, except your scent.” He breathed deeply, arched his brow. “Such an interesting mix.”

Caroline wrinkled her nose as she caught the deeper notes of his smell now that he was closer, slotting together the pieces she’d been missing. Understood the changes she’d seen in Tyler, had sensed in his new collection of friends. They were now a weaker version of this man, imperfect reflections. “Tyler makes a terrible spy, and your other minions scurry away so quickly when spotted. Like mice.”

The amusement and charm dropped from his face, a subtler menace sharpening his cheekbones. “You’re quite the brave little thing for someone whose magical wards don’t bother to keep anything out.”

Interesting, that he’d felt that. She wondered if he knew that she was instead keeping things in? Caroline added a checkbox in her mental list that he was sensitive to magic. Wasn’t it also curious that Bennett magic could linger so long after death?

“Why bother? I haven’t been particularly impressed by those of your kind I’ve met to this point. Plus, you need an invitation to enter a home, don’t you?” She asked breezily, unbothered by the soft threat in his voice. She’d died before, in the scorching heat, under the hands of a man she’d loved. What was another death? “Do you always take the time to try to bully teenagers?”

An arched brow, gaze skimming down the planes of her face. Something golden glimmered out of the edges of his eyes, but it didn’t hold the same threat as his voice. “Perhaps we have started off on the wrong foot, love.”

His tone changed to something coaxing, that thread of charm back in his voice. If what lived beneath her skin hadn’t stirred with such cautious interest at this strange, new thing, this dangerous creature, she might have let him charm her. Her mouth twisted at the thought. Like mother, like daughter, Caroline supposed, with self-deprecating amusement.

Pretty and charming and dangerous. Apparently Forbes women had a type. Still, it wouldn’t do to let him know that.

“Did we?” She asked. “Here I thought this is exactly the footing you wanted. You seem pretty practiced at the whole intimidation schtick.” Caroline waved a hand at him. “How long did it take you to really nail that whole looming bit?”

This time his laugh was louder, freer and she thought, maybe genuine. Still grinning, he meandered over to her garden chair and lifted it with one hand, setting it in front of her with an easy flex of muscle before sprawling across it. “Apologies love, I too am rarely impressed with others' intelligence. It is delightful when I am proven wrong. I’m Klaus.”

Caroine shrugged at the expectancy in his voice at that little announcement. “My mom asked me to stay out of the current drama, so if your name is supposed to mean something to me, it doesn’t.” That it was for her mom was the only reason she didn’t resent the gleam in his eyes, the tug of his smile. This close, and she could sense the true depth of his age, and it was older than even the oldest of trees that had told her stories in her youth. “But you're probably the reason she’s been working so many hours. Let me guess: you’re also the reason Elena disappeared and Grams is dead.”

“Grams?”

“Sheila Bennett.” She gave him a tight smile. “I liked her.” Her gruff kindness to her mom, her strict magic that gave Caroline time to grow. The ring that sat on her left hand that hid the parts of her that were not human.

An unapologetic hand gesture. “Ah, yes. Greatness requires some sacrifice, I’m afraid.”

“Well,” Caroline drawled. “Keep your greatness away from my mom, and we shouldn’t have a problem. Weird werewolf experimentation isn’t really my forte.” She’d liked Sheila, but she hadn’t considered Bonnie’s grandmother to be hers. The roots she’d put down here started and ended with her mom. The ice that sat in her veins wanted more, wanted something bigger than the small lives here could offer but it was willing to wait.

She didn’t know who her father was, hadn’t learned the breadth and extent of what she was capable of, but time wasn’t going to be her enemy here. Caroline knew that instinctually. She could wait these precious few years with Liz.

A flicker of his lashes, gaze moon-glow as he watched her, something lurking behind his eyes that might have worried someone who didn’t carry winter in their veins. Who hadn’t died and ignored deaths beckoning once already. “Do you think you could manage to be a problem for me? As you said, you are still young.” He stretched his legs out, the toes of his boots nudging the stair next to her bare feet. “A nuisance at most, I imagine.”

Caroline braced an elbow on her thigh and propped up her chin. “You wanna know if I have super powers? Doesn’t really seem like an acquaintance level chat. Kind of also seems like the sort of thing you’d like to know before trying to kill me.”

“Super powers?” He repeated in amusement, ignoring her jab about murder. “I suppose humans would take magic to be such a thing.”

Caroline dramatically wiggled her free hand in his direction. “Humans don’t believe in magic.”

A sly glance. “So you don’t bother pretending to be one?”

“Do you?”

“Rarely,” Klaus said easily. “Humanity is tedious at best and excruciatingly boring the rest of the time. I’ve no desire to exist even a little in their worker bee world.”

“Being perceived as human is its own disguise,” Caroine said readily enough as he watched her, waiting. He understood patience, she thought, but likely only used it when it suited him. She understood that. Besides, this monster had been watching her, and had spies keeping track of her mom. He’d already said so. No point in denying what he already knew. “‘Sheriff Forbes’ strange daughter’ is not the same thing as a ‘Sheriff Forbes’ monster.”

His head tipped. “Are you a monster, sweetheart?”

“Pet names for a barely legal girl - kind of gross.” She took another sip of her tea. “I’m eighteen and you're what, a bajillion?”

“A mere millennia only, I’m afraid.” He studied her thoughtfully. “What led you to the conclusion I am older than I look? Since you, how did you put it? Since you’re staying out of my drama.”

Caroline laughed, a little delighted he could poke fun at himself. She held up a finger, lifting a new one with each point. “You smell like a vampire and wolf, and vampires are always older than they look. Your magic feels old enough you should definitely have more wrinkles than you do, though part of it…” she took a deep breath, sorting through what the chill in the air was telling her. This bit she could tell him without giving away her secrets. “Not new new, but new-ish? Like newly mended bone.”

“New new,” Klaus repeated, mouth curving on one side. “New-ish. Telling the age of someone’s magic is quite an interesting superpower. Do you have much experience with vampires, then?”

“A few.” She set aside her empty thermos. “Can’t say they're really still around to offer a yelp review. I don’t really take well to the attempt to compel me or the biting. Seems like the kind of thing that should come with pretty explicit consent and probably a safe word.”

“Yelp review.” He said slowly, something dangerous coiling in his muscles.

“Yeah, you know, five stars, excellent dinner, fantastic service?” Caroline pursed her lips. “Can’t comment on how delicious I am, and neither could they, honestly, but I can say they didn’t appreciate my hospitality. But even Granny Forbes wouldn’t roll over in her grave at bad manners when someone tries to kill you. Probably.”

They stared at each other, as Klaus absorbed her words, the languid sprawl shifting to something that felt like the edge of a blade. She watched as he worked though what he knew of the town, a glint of calculation clear in his eyes. “You killed the Salvatores.”

“Yup,” she agreed, popping the ‘p’ in the way that drove her mom insane. The slight wrinkle between Klaus’ brows said she was right, teenage mannerisms bothered anyone over twenty five. “Compelling sex from underage girls is even grosser than flirting with them. Though for Stefan, it was more of a case of terminal stupidity. He was rather upset that I’d killed his brother for attempting to be a rapist, when any sane individual would see I did him a favor.”

“Stefan isn’t entirely to blame for his obsession with his brother, being compelled sometimes does odd things to the brain.” He spread his hands, looking vaguely contrite. “It can become a need to fill a gaping wound you can’t see.”

Caroline blinked, filed away that he could compel vampires. “You compelled him to be stupid? That seems like a waste, there wasn't much rattling around in his brain to start.”

A flash of teeth. “Nothing quite so dramatic. Shame though. In a different time, I thought of Stefan as a friend.”

“And you still scrambled his brains.” She made a face. “Can’t say either choice says much about your character. Shitty taste in friends, shitty friend in return.”

Klaus' eyes narrowed. “Most people are a little… wiser in their choice of words around me.”

“This is my backyard,” Caroline said. The secret, chilly heart of her liked that her words had needled him. “Granny Forbes’ etiquette manual didn’t cover trespassers. Besides, you’ve been making vague threats all night.”

An unblinking stare that really should have warned the creature in her veins to be careful, but the moon was starting to set, and it was cool for the first time in months. She was starting to feel a bit drunk on the relief, and here was this brand new monster right in front of her, and she’d always been a sucker for a good puzzle. She wanted to see what lurked beneath the flesh of him, what the truth of his bones looked like.

It helped that he was pretty cute.

Finally, Klaus unbent slightly and that thoughtful curiosity was once again behind his eyes. “So I have. Though, would you believe me if I said compelling Stefan was to save his life?”

“Do you think he’d have agreed, before I dropped him?” Caroline asked. “Brain scrambling seems unpleasant.”

A laugh. “So it does.”

Shifting to a slightly more comfortable position, Caroline arched both brows. “It’s getting late, and my mom will be up soon. Did you accomplish what you wanted with this little conversation?”

“Yes,” he said. “And no.”

“And they say women are the difficult sex.” She pulled her knee up into her chest, pressed her chin against it. “I suppose there is only so much rudeness someone of your… age can handle, you should probably get whatever you want to know out before I leave. I would like to be back in bed before my Mom comes to peek in my room, otherwise she’s probably going to try to shoot you.” A grimace. “Blood is such a bitch to get out of wood. So I’ll let you have this one for free.”

The slow arch of a single brow accompanied her ramble. “Will you? I have plans, Caroline Forbes. Plans I have been working towards for centuries. I would prefer not to kill you, but if you interfere with them, I will.”

Caroline squinted at him. Hard to believe his thousand year old mightiness was hard of hearing. She wasn’t even going to have prevaricate. “Didn’t I already say if you leave my Mom out of your drama we won’t have problems? I could care less about your… What exactly are you calling those bits and pieces of yourself your casting into the world? The thing you're doing to the werewolves?”

His smile was slow. “Hybrids.”

“Right, Hybrids. They stay away from my Mom, I stay away from them.” She stood and rose up on her toes, stretching. “You could have made this meeting an email, you know.”

“Some things require a personal touch,” he disagreed as he pushed to his feet. “Though I do have one more question.”

“I'm so surprised,” Caroline muttered. “But this one will cost you. I get to ask my own question, any question, at the time of my choosing.”

Klaus was suddenly nearly nose to nose with her, the step elevatoring her just a hair taller than him. “You are rather presumptuous, love. I don’t generally let others dictate terms.”

“Awe, compliments.” She stared back unphased, though this close and the magic of him sank into her lungs with every inhale. For fun, Caroline let a hint of the frost that lived inside color her voice. “Yes or no?”

The wolf, already bright in his gaze, deepened as the first hint of vampirism threaded in dark lines beneath his eyes at the touch of her magic. There was no threat to him, though she was certain he’d likely try to kill her as easily as be amused by her demands as the mood took him. This felt like a monster's curiosity.

“Equal exchange, then. You may ask a question of equal or lesser worth to the one I will ask you.”

She blinked. “Who decides the value?”

Something old and canny moved behind his eyes. “We’ll let your magic decide that.”

Caroline scowled a little, at the touch of amusement caught in the corners of his mouth. So he was smart enough to guess at what she was with what very little that she’d given him. Interesting, that he gave any credence to her existence. Very few did.

“Ask your question, Klaus.”

“How does an eighteen year old girl, non-human or not, get the drop on two vampires so many centuries older?” A furrow caught faintly between his eyes. “The witches would have noticed any unknown magic around their disappearance, and what you have protecting your home isn’t enough to hide you completely.”

Caroline propped a hand on her hip. “I bet you’d just love it if telling you would give away some of my secrets, wouldn’t it?”

A dimple peaked from his cheek. “Of course.”

“You’re going to be so disappointed. Bill is a Hunter, a fact I’m sure your creepy little spy network has dug up by now.”

A twitch of his lips. “They have.”

“Right, Dad hates vampires, likes to expound his knowledge at family dinners, yada yada, with vampires you're supposed to stabbity stab them with a stake.” She rolled her eyes as Klaus muttered stabbity stab under his breath. “So, confession, I’ve never really understood the whole stake through the heart thing. Seems like an unnecessary risk. Most vampires will see you coming.”

“That does tend to happen.”

She nodded, ignoring the faint amusement in his voice. “ Anyway, so the whole stabbing thing was out because stakes splinter, and no one wants to dig out slivers of wood from a hand that had the audacity to heal over the wood because, you know, vampire blood. Plus, that’s not totally weird to just have lying around the house.”

“Ah,” Klaus managed with a perfectly straight face. “I can see the inconvenience. I'll take it you’ve experienced such a thing.”

He was clever enough to make it a statement and not a question but she ignored it anyway.

“You know what’s not weird to have lying around the house in Virginia? Guns. Damon was an idiot, and once he thought I was compelled, he didn’t really keep a close watch on what was happening. Once I was inside, it was pretty easy to grab the shotgun; Mom keeps that one close to the door. Even if I miss some of the heart the first time, I don’t on the second shot.” Caroline smiled, baring her teeth. “They usually aren’t moving very fast at that point.”

“Sounds messy.”

She wrinkled her nose at the memory. “It did take me a while to find the wooden bullets, so he like, bled everywhere since the steel shot didn’t actually kill him, which was a pain. I spent a full day sanding the porch so I could restain it. Thankfully the shot didn’t ruin the boards. Vampire bones are apparently denser than human, it wasn’t as though and though as it could have been.”

Klaus rubbed a hand over his mouth to hide what she was certain was a laugh. “And Stefan?”

“My porch smelled like Damon’s blood for days.” Caroline spread her hands and blinked at Klaus. “I expected Stefan like, a week before he showed up. I was out there innocently pruning some flowers, and he just, swooshed in, and was all “where is my brother” in full vampire face. Pretty generic threats, which I could have ignored, but then he threatened my mom.”

“She does seem precious to you.”

“So your hybrids seem to you,” she responded sweetly, matching the vagueness of threatening words with her own. “Anyway I had been operating under the impression that Stefan had the single brain cell between the brothers. Boy was I wrong? Master of Observation he was not, and you know, a shotgun isn't really a precise weapon. He never noticed it just sitting there on the flower bed?” Another sigh. “I did have to lie to Mrs. Wiggins next door though. She’s got little dogs, so telling her I’d seen a coyote and scared it off did earn me some fresh baked cookies. So those were nice after I dealt with the body.”

His eyes were full of laughter. “Is Stefan in your flower beds?”

Caroline made an indignant noise. “That kind of stupid might infect the flowers.”

Klaus' laughter was low, his dimples flashing. “It’s been a pleasure, love. I do so hope you don’t become my enemy. I believe I’d enjoy seeing what you decide to become.”

Stepping backwards, he spun, pausing to reset her chair. Caroline crossed her arms, trying not to be charmed by the fact that he cleaned up after himself, watching as he sauntered back the direction he’d come. “Not being my enemy will depend on you, won’t it?”

He didn’t answer, clearing her fence line, and melting back into the shadows. Bending over, Caroline scooped her thermos and went back inside, locking the door and studying the darkness of her back yard. Every icy instinct she had said that was definitely not the last conversation she was going to have with Klaus.

Blowing out a breath, she headed for the kitchen instead of her room. Dawn was in an hour or so, and her Mom would be up and moving. This was definitely going to be a breakfast casserole kind of morning. Liz was going to be pissed that Klaus had shown up and dragged her into what was going on in Mystic Falls, but Caroline didn’t intend to hide it. It had been Liz, who had come looking when her Dad had left her behind on that hike, and her Mom who had helped her bury Stefan’s body.

The Forbes women stuck together.

Caroline just had to figure out how to avoid letting her know just how attractive she found Klaus.

#my life #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline drabbles #i think i just have all the bullshit now #but here be some fae/hyrbid action #all aus all the time my guys

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mydarlingklaus · 2 years

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Black Roses: Epilogue…

The final chapter of Black Roses is uploaded and ready for love. What a journey it’s been with this story, that I’m very proud of, and what a life-changing journey it’s been to write for klaroline for almost a decade. You can read the chapter here and please leave a review! Thanks for all the support 🖤🌹

Story summary: Teenage vampires, witches and werewolves are welcomed at the Whitmore Academy for the Supernaturally Gifted but they don’t all welcome each other. Young and ambitious witch Caroline Forbes shares a mutual loathing with her arrogant yet mysterious vampire classmate Klaus Mikaelson. A spiral of events occur when their two dueling worlds collide and a life-changing connection is formed.

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peri-helia · 2 years

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Summary: heliophilia (n.): a desire to stay in the sun, attracted to sunlight.Opening Klaus’ email from twenty minutes earlier reveals a veritable wealth of information Tommy needs to execute his client’s will. Thank you merciful Jesus. Normally he’s expected to confidently fucking guess.It takes Tommy a second but he realises that Klaus’ email is in fact a forwarded one – the original one, from a careflairforbes, is handily and politely laid out in an excel spreadsheet with photos of requested items, a live web link to where they can be purchased, the desired colour scheme, and price all contained in neat little boxes. As he reads, Klaus’ annotations can be easily surmised into one overarching theme. What Caroline wants, Caroline gets.

#yes I wrote klaroline again #actually this is one of the first things I've published in months #I'm sorry theres a bunch of wips still #but I just wrote this for fun #klaroline drabbles #my writing

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bellemorte180 · 7 months

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Can you do a spooky Halloween one? Caroline being human, Klaus not. Excited for your writing!

This is a bit longer than I anticipated but I'm sure no one cares LOL

Obviously NSFW

Caroline laughed as her back hit the door of his house, one she did not get a good look at in the dark. His lips were on the base of her throat, nipping and sucking as his hands fussed with his keys. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her chest against his. The corset from her costume was becoming too tight, wanting to get out of it as quickly as possible.

She hadn’t intended to pick up a hot stranger when she attended Elena’s halloween party but once her relationship with Matt crashed and burned four weeks ago, she found the desire to rebound to be overwhelming. Once she met a hot British guy with dimples, whose costume was so subtle that she had first thought he hadn’t dressed up at all.

“I love the gold contacts.” Caroline breathed out once he got the door open and all but picked her up to carry her inside. He kicked the door shut and spun her around, pressing her against his. He pulled her into a furious kiss, moaning as she could feel how hard he was getting beneath his jeans. She reached down and palmed him through the fabric, causing him to break the kiss. “What did you say you were again? A hybrid of something?”

“Werewolf and vampire, Sweetheart.” He kissed her again, reaching behind her to pull on the strings of her corset and yanking it down her front. The cold air caused her to hiss as it hit her now naked breasts. He leaned down and took one between his lips, sucking and nipping at her erect nipple as his hand palmed the other. “And what if I told you they were not costumes?”

“Like you’re actually a werewolf and vampire hybrid? Seriously?” She whimpered, enjoying the sharp bite he gave her breast as she spoke to him. His eyes flickered up towards her, the flecks of gold blending into blue and mischief written between the two colors. “If that's true, then I’m actually a vampire.”

She didn’t bother catching his name, not really caring to do so and he didn’t ask hers. Names didn’t matter when there were more useful things one could do with their tongues. His hands moved down her front and gripped her hips, quickly spinning her around so her back was flush against his chest.

There was a full length mirror on the wall beside the front door. She watched as his hand roamed down her tight black skirt and slipped under the fabric while the other made its way back towards her breasts. He massaged her breast while his other fingers ran the length of her soaked panties, pushing the fabric aside and touching her clit. Caroline gave out a loud moan as he began to play with her, the sight of his hand up her skirt made her even more wet than she already was.

“See, a reflection. If you were even partly a vampire, I wouldn’t be able to watch you do this.” He gave a dark chuckle behind her, his lips on her throat, grinning into her neck. His fingers left her clit, causing her to groan in frustration but was quickly replaced with a moan as two of his fingers plunged inside of her. Caroline cried out, her arching off his chest as his fingers picked up speed. She reached behind her, weaving her fingers through his blonde curls, but was unable to look away from him.

“Do you like seeing my reflection? Hmm? Like watching as my fingers fuck you into oblivion, Sweetheart?” His hand was moving quickly, faster than what should have been possible but Caroline found it was hard to hold a coherent thought. “I’ve had centuries of experience. I know hundreds of ways to make you fall apart for me and I plan on showing you as many as I can tonight.” The wet and filthy sounds of his fingers between her legs were mingled with his words and her maoning was the only other sounds she could hear. “Come for me, Love. You can do it. Be a good girl.”

“Fuck.” Caroline’s release hit her hard, her body feeling as though it was being lit on fire in the best of ways. In the five year relationship she had with Matt, he never once made her come as hard as this nameless man behind her did. His fingers slowed down, easing her through her release as his lips peppered kisses along her shoulder. “Holy shit.”

“Grip the mirror. You’re going to need something to hold onto.” Unable to form a response, Caroline just obeyed, reaching out and holding onto the mirror that she hoped was bolted to the wall. She watched as he quickly undid his belt and pushed his jeans down just enough for him to pull his length out. Part of her brain was telling her to insist he put on a condom but the feeling of the tip of his penis tracing her folds made the thought vanish. He pushed inside of her roughly, stretching her wider than she had been used to. He did not wait for her to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into her.

“Gods yes.” Caroline breathed out, her fingers curling into the wood of the mirror as he continued to ram her from behind. It was delicious torture. It was hard, fast and unforgiving. The noises she was making were borderline embarrassing, the illegible words that came tumbling out couldn’t be helped, all she cared about was that he continued to fuck her just like that.

Caroline continued to watch him through the mirror. She watched just how his eyes never left hers, the gold growing deeper with each thrust. He grinned at her, knowing that she was close and his teeth almost appeared sharper than before; but it was the black veins that appeared under his eyes that had her own blue eyes widening.

“I’m not going to be able to give this up.” He whispered as his hand slid up the length of her back. His fingers gripped her hair into a fist and he pulled her back against his chest. Caroline hissed, a mixture of the sharp pain of him pulling her hair and the angle shift of him inside her. Before she could comment or even scream, she watched as fangs dropped from his teeth and he bit into his wrist, bringing it to her lips, forcing her to drink the blood he shoved in her mouth.

When his fangs sunk into her neck, a mixture of his blood and hers running down her naked chest, it wasn’t a scream of pain that escaped her lips.

#Klaroline #smut drabble #prompt #please give me more prompts

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kirythestitchwitch · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson Characters: Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes Additional Tags: Witch Caroline Forbes, Ye Olde Plot, Pre-Katherine Incident, Trapped Klaus, Creative license with magic, Enzo as a plot device, Injured Caroline Series: Part 1 of the wind pours by like destiny Summary:

The way to save Caroline's friend lies trapped in the Carpathian Mountains, but to free him, she'll need to strike a deal that doesn't end with her getting eaten. Can she break the enchantment on his prison before time runs out on her?

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #new drabble series #look Kiry posted something!#it's a new year miracle!#klaroline for ts #tvd for ts

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itsmeimcathy · 2 years

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{ klarolineauseason } - week 1: canon divergence

It's been one thousand years - Caroline has officially been alive for as long as Klaus had when he died, and yet, she has never forgotten him.

But a millennia is how long it took her to find a solution to her hybrid-less life, and now she's more than ready to go back and change the past. It turns out that an eternal existence without the warm comfort of Klaus' presence on the sidelines wasn't what she wanted - she had missed him for so long that his absence almost turned into an obsession, and Caroline was tired of dreams and memories.

So now, with the help of a few rare artifacts and some very powerful dark magic, Caroline is going to get herself back in time and prevent the tragedy from happening - no matter how much she will sacrifice in order to do so.

It's time for her to be selfish.

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"The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"

[Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (chapt. XXXIII)]

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She had died; when the old crone had pierced her heart with a blessed wooden stake, as her chanting became louder and louder and the words lost meaning, Caroline had unequivocally died. She had to, so that her soul could travel backwards, annulling the last millennia like a hand swiping across a blackboard.

One moment she was, the next she was no more - and then it felt like being everywhere and everytime, as the spell warped reality, undoing it, and dragging her back to the time in which she had anchored herself through the little bit of hybrid blood that she had kept all of this time.

It felt like being in the eye of a hurricane, until abruptly everything stopped.

And she felt like being in a corporeal state once again.

A hoarse gasp echoes in the deadly silent living room, and the vampire laying on the couch blinks her eyes open.

The tangy taste of blood still lingers on her tongue, a blood she immediately recognizes - centuries weren't able to delete that particular memory from her brain - and instinct tells her immediately when the spell has taken her.

It was the chosen moment - before everything started going downhill for him, and for her too.

She turns her head, slowly, barely allowing herself to hope - and there he is, sitting on the leather lounge-chair next to the window, the warm glow of the lamp casting morbid shadows upon his stony face.

He looks angrier and more dangerous than she remembers - or maybe time had simply allowed her to grasp a bette understanding of him to the point of noticing even the smallest of his expressions - even so, she couldn't be happier.

Before she has fully made up her mind - she should probably evaluate the situation, come up with a plan, try not to fuck up too much the timeline as the witches had repeatedly reminded her, but those thoughts come a second too late - she's already up and across the room, a knot closing her throat as she tries not to cry, and --

-- in his arms.

((It doesn't feel real to touch him, hold him, feel his breath against her cheek after all this time. It would be a lie to say that her every waking moment was spent thinking of him, yet there was always something - a word, an object, a place - that made the memory of him go off in her mind, feeding her longing, alimenting her obsession. Exacerbating the void left by his absence. And the feeling of their last kiss still seared in her brain, the bittersweet taste of a goodbye that they weren't supposed to say.

He had promised her an eternity, but was gone long before that started. It wasn't fair - he wasn't supposed to die, not after everything.

She had lived missing what they never were.))

Klaus is not privy to the whirlwind going on inside her mind - he simply found himself holding the trembling bundle of a distressed vampire before he had the time to blink her back into focus. His ancient instinct works faster than his mind, and his hand circles around her throat in a manner both harsh and delicate.

Yet, despite the grief and the rage still cursing through his veins, his voice is surprisingly soft when he calls her name, confused and wary. "Caroline…?"

Her hands hold on tighter on the lapels of his jacket, and a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh comes from her lips.

"It worked," she murmurs, finally backing away to look him in the eyes. "God, it worked! You're alive."

That's when he notices it.

There is something different in the depth of her eyes, something that wasn't there only a few hours earlier - a weariness, a harshness that belonged more on one of his siblings rather than someone like Caroline - and it gives him pause, forcing to assess her, for the first time in a long while, as a potential enemy.

She doesn't look bothered by his hand around her throat, as if she trusts him, implicitly, not to overly harm her. Which is strange, considering that he bit her no less than twenty-four hours ago for much less than a potential physical threat.

Klaus frowns, barely noticing when his own thumb starts rubbing gently against her skin, lost in thought. The Caroline he has gotten to know wouldn't act this way, he is sure of it, even if she's apparently aware of his feelings - as she even told him earlier, in her attempt to coax him to save her.

If she was able to unleash this kind of gaze on him... He can almost taste her relief, see the yearning in the way she seems to physically restrain herself from - what? He swallows, his gaze dropping to her pale lips before catching himself - he must have given her more blood than he realized, if his brain has stopped working to this extent.

He almost calls her again to bring her back from whatever place her mind seems to have stuck, but in that moment Caroline backs away slowly, steel suddenly bleeding into her eyes.

"And I'm going to make you stay that way."

#klarolineauseason #auseason2022 #klaroline #kc #kcedits #boy it's been so long since i've written about them!! i just couldn't miss this chance lol #you know what i love? a good transmigration trope #caroline is back and she's gonna fix stuff!!#rip to those who were born after season4 but i'm different #anyway yeah. this is just a small drabble but i had to get it out there #i miss these two so much #imagine caroline knowing the future and eventually ofcourse she tells him everything and they're going to conquer the world!!!#this is how i win #nigliawrites

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that-sarcastic-optimist · 20 days

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omg just read your latest drabble and I LOVED IT!!! can I ask you for jealous/possessive Klaroline OR Klaus comforting Caroline, please? <3

Thanks for reading, glad you liked it! I did possessive Klaroline here, not the second one, I might do it in a different one, I hope you like this one!

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“You're a good dancer.”

“I manage,” Caroline answers, gritting her teeth when Tyler’s hand drifts lower on her waist. “Unlike your self-control,” she says with a warning tone, hitching his hand up. “Careful, Tyler.”

Tyler lifts a hand in his defence. “No harm, no foul, Caroline.”

“No harm, a lot of foul,” Caroline hisses, letting him spin her. “We’ve discussed this.”

Tyler scoffs. “You can't tell me you were serious, Care. The guy’s a psycho.”

“The guy’s my husband. I'm married, Tyler.”

“Yeah, to a psycho.”

“He’s not a psycho,” Caroline berates him sharply. “Just because we dated once doesn’t mean I still have feelings for you, Tyler. I've moved on.”

“Caroline, everyone knows you never wanted to marry him. Your dad was in debt, and you did it to help him out. You don’t love him, you're clearly unhappy.”

“You don’t know what I feel,” Caroline tells him, her tone icy. “Stop making assumptions. You don’t know me anymore, and you certainly don’t know my marriage.”

Tyler’s grip on her waist tightens. “You don’t have to do this, Care. We were happy once, we can be happy again.”

“Our happiness shattered the moment you decided to leave me to pursue your pathetic revenge fantasy against Klaus. Your revenge mattered more to you than I did, and so we ended it.”

Tyler’s eye twitches. “So, what, you rejecting me and marrying him instead is just a way to get back at me?”

“I married him to get my father out of debt,” Caroline snaps. “It had absolutely nothing to do with you, nothing in my life does anymore. Stop following me, or I'll make you regret it.”

She twists her grip out of his grasp the moment the song ends, careful not to be conspicuous. She turns heel, ready to march away from him.

“Care.”

Only the soft tone of his voice makes her stop in her tracks, the one that reminds her of a boy who was funny and kind, one she once almost loved when she was a teenager in a small town.

“Care, don’t do this. I still love you—”

“I never loved you,” Caroline cuts in harshly. “I could have, but I didn’t. And it’s your own fault. It was five years ago, Tyler, move on. We’re not eighteen anymore.”

“I know you don’t love him—”

“Do you?” asks a silky voice from behind them, and the hair on the back of Caroline’s neck stands up. Tyler visibly stiffens when Klaus comes up to stand beside her, his hands tucked in the pockets of his suit that only Caroline knows is hiding a collection of three different knives and at least one pistols. “And what makes you so sure of that, mate?”

“I'm not your mate,” Tyler growls. “And this is none of your business, Klaus.”

“Isn't it? This is my wife you're speaking to here, Tyler, which makes it every bit my business. And I did recall my name being said.”

“This is a matter between me and Caroline; it doesn’t involve you. Leave.”

“Watch your tone, mate,” Klaus says coldly. “Threatening me doesn’t lead to anything good.”

Tyler ignores him, turning back to her. “Care,” he says again, his voice slightly pleading. “Care, please. I’m your friend, I love you—”

“Be very careful how you choose to finish that sentence, Lockwood,” Klaus interrupts, his tone dangerous.

“Care—”

“Tyler,” Caroline interrupts him quickly, not wanting the benefit to be transformed into a bloodbath. “Just…just go.”

A hurt expression passes over his face. “What? But, Caroline—”

“Tyler, I don’t have feelings for you anymore, how much clearer can I make it? I've literally married someone else.”

An angry look crosses his face. “You don’t even like him. He could hurt you, Caroline—”

As subtly so that no one could even see it, Klaus whips out the pistol from his suit jacket and points it at Tyler. “Another word, mate, and the only thing that’s going to hurt is the bullet I'll put between your skull. Walk. Away.”

Tyler looks at Klaus with such hatred that Caroline actually thinks that he might explode. He throws one loathing glance towards Klaus and a fleeting look of something she can't identify towards her, then turns away and walks out the ballroom, slamming the doors behind him, causing a few guests to look at him quizzically.

Caroline sighs, turning to Klaus, who’s looking murderous, preparing herself for another one of his tantrums. “Klaus, listen—”

“We’re dancing,” he says abruptly, tucking the gun back into its hidden pocket steering her towards the dance floor, where the orchestra has just started up a waltz—not one of Caroline’s favourites, but one she can do well. He grasps her arm, not too hard, but not gentle either, and hauls her to face him, one hand on her waist.

Caroline grits her teeth. “Don’t manhandle me.”

“My apologies,” he says, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “Pardon my temper when I just saw a man making love confessions to my wife.”

The music starts, and the couples around them start moving, Klaus’s hand warm in hers as they circle around the dance floor. Caroline scoffs. “Please, don’t act like that means something.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“No,” she says firmly. “It doesn’t.”

Klaus laughs. “And yet you reject the man like he were nothing.”

“I didn’t reject him,” Caroline grinds out, trying her hardest to keep her mind off the fact of how well the suit fits him. “I'm married, there shouldn’t have to be a rejection.”

“Married,” Klaus echoes. “You say the word as though it is a trap.”

Caroline says nothing, lets him spin her, a few loose curls escaping from her updo. She nearly gasps when his hand rests on the bare skin on her back, his piercing eyes boring into hers.

“Do you feel trapped, Caroline?”

Does she? It certainly wasn’t her choice, this marriage. A sham to get her father out of debt, she had agreed to marry the most powerful son of the man her father owed money to, someone she had never met, the dangerous man everyone whispered about, the one who ran Chicago’s underbelly. Klaus Mikaelson is dangerous, possessive, controlling, ask anyone.

Has she ever felt trapped? No, she hasn’t.

“No,” she answers him quietly. “I don’t.”

Klaus doesn’t react, laces his fingers within hers. She can't feel his skin against hers; she’s wearing silken gloves gifted to her by her pretentious sister-in-law. They’re utterly ridiculous, but Klaus seems to have a fascination with them on her fingers, plucking at the fabric whenever she wears them, as though he wants them off.

“You were rude to Tyler,” she says to fill the silence, regretting her choice of topic when Klaus’s eyes darken.

“I said what needed to be said.”

“You threatened him.”

“Because he tried to steal you,” he growls, his fingers around hers tightening. “Am I supposed to just let that happen, let anyone take what is mine?”

Caroline inhales sharply, retort forgotten at the sight of Klaus’s livid, hot, possessive eyes staring at her. Her gaze follows the line of his throat, stopping at his Adam’s apple, which rests against his bow tie. “I am not an object.”

“No,” Klaus agrees, pulling her closer to him so that their bodies nearly touch. “You are far more precious, sweetheart.”

Caroline’s eyes widen slightly at his declaration, and Klaus smirks, spinning her again. His next words shake her to her core when she hears them, and it’s lucky she isn't looking at him when she does.

“You care for me.”

Caroline represses a shiver, and closes her eyes. “That’s an assumption.”

“Is it a wrong one?”

Are they moving? She can't really tell, but the ballroom doesn’t resemble the ballroom anymore, and instead looks like the library she dreams of coming to, the huge one in his mansion she was never able to muster up the nerve to visit, for unfathomable reasons. She can still hear the music, albeit faintly, and Klaus turns her to face him, his eyes unreadable. “Is it?”

Caroline sets her jaw and looks him squarely in the eyes. “Yes.”

Klaus doesn’t say anything, just turns her so that her back is pressed against his chest. “Tell me, Caroline,” he murmurs in her ear, making her shiver, the pleasant sensation of his warm breath on her neck. “What spurs you to lie to me so convincingly?”

Her breaths are short, and she’s filled with a sense of apprehension, although none of it is from fear and all from anticipation. “I'm not lying.”

Klaus laughs. “Three months in a crime ring and already so sure of her talent for deception. Admirable, yet misguided. You are not as subtle as you think you are, sweetheart.”

A hot sense of annoyance flashes through her. “Excuse me?”

She gasps when she feels hot lips at her throat, teeth following, his tongue soothing over the mark left. “I've watched you. Watched you try not to watch me and scowl as I discuss my estate’s affairs with Genevieve and the Marshall girl, or the state of my mother’s will with Aurora. I've seen your beautiful face twist with worry whenever I load a gun, flinch whenever you see me in the medical wing getting cleaned up. You care for me.”

“Klaus…”

“I do. I care about you. Whenever I see you in the arms of another man, I want to rip him apart, limb to limb, for putting his hands on you. I almost had a heart attack when I heard about the attempt on your life, which I later dealt with, by slowly slaughtering the lot of them, the ones who planned to kill you, sending back their bodies as a reminder of what would happen to anyone who dared to even think of touching you.”

“That’s…” Caroline nearly whines out loud when he removes his mouth from her neck, looking her in the eyes. “You're…our marriage is a business arrangement.”

Klaus makes a low sound in the back of his throat, his fingers lightly skimming over the neckline of her dress. “While it certainly started out that way, it hasn’t remained. Do you disagree?”

“I…I don’t—”

“Live in denial all you want, love,” Klaus says, his eyes drifting down to stop at her lips. “I certainly won't about the fact that I—”

Caroline leans forward and pressed her lips to his, partly to shut him up and partly because she wanted to kiss him again. He tasted of whiskey and smoke, and Caroline nearly moans at the combination before he pulls away, a small smile on his face. “Charming,” he murmurs against her mouth, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. “But pointless. Is it that hard for you to hear that I care for you?”

Caroline breathes in shakily. “Why?”

“I fancy you,” he breathes. “You're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light. You enchant me. Is there a reason I shouldn’t like you? You are, after all, my wife.”

“You have got to stop with that,” she says breathily.

“With what?”

“Calling me your wife.”

“Aren’t you?” The smirk that forms on his face is deadly, making him look even more handsome than he really is. “You do wear my ring, after all. Wear the necklace with my family’s symbol on it. Use my last name on everything you sign. You. Are. Mine.”

She should not find this attractive. This possessive, controlling man who kills people without breaking a sweat and murders with dimples in his cheeks is…

Hot.

Her husband.

“Tell me you do not care for me,” Klaus whispers. She can't hear the music now, but she doesn’t care, all her attention fixed on the man before her. “Tell me you feel absolutely nothing for me when you look at me. I'll kiss every lie off your lips as many times as I have to.”

Caroline lets out a shuddering breath, her eyes fixed on his lips. “Klaus…”

“Say it.”

She can't. She can't lie to him and tell him that what she feels for him is not hatred, as much as she wants to.

“Say it, my love.”

His words send a rush of wetness between her thighs, making her clench them together. If Klaus notices (which she’s sure he does), he doesn’t say anything, although his lips curl into a smirk. Caroline reddens, and Klaus’s eyes travel down the line of her neck.

Caroline inhales, looking him in the eyes. “If I see you with Hayley or Genevieve again, I will end you,” she grits out, winding her fingers in the short curls at the back of his head and gripping them tightly. “See Aurora again, and I will leave. I want them all gone. Immediately.”

Klaus smiles widely, the sight pleasing. “Of course. Anything else?”

“I don’t share,” Caroline warns.

“Oh,” Klaus replies, his tone low. “Neither do I.”

Caroline gives him a shark-like grin. “Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, how long will it take for you to push me against the bookshelves?”

She feels her back hit the walls before she even finishes speaking, strands from her hairstyle escaping and falling freely down her shoulders. Klaus isn't gentle, roughly ripping off her gloves and pushing up her skirt, getting to his knees, not before giving her a bruising kiss that leaves her light-headed before she even has a chance to process what's going on.

Klaus bats away the waves of fabric that flow to the ground, hooking one finger underneath her panties and ripping them off. She lets out a breathy laugh, twisting her hands in his curls. “I liked those panties, you dick.”

Klaus swipes his tongue against her folds, leaving her moaning. “The feeling is reciprocated, though not enough to leave them intact. I'll buy you new ones.”

He hooks one of her legs over his shoulder, pausing to leave hot, biting kisses on her inner thigh. She bites her lip, suppressing a moan, knowing those places would bruise later. Klaus presses his mouth to her core, sucking her clit between his lips and smirking at the garbled sound she lets out. “Good, sweetheart?”

“Shut up,” she hisses. “Make me come.”

Klaus doesn’t argue, dipping his head and thrusting his tongue between her folds, making her clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she’s letting out in fear of being heard.

It’s the thrust of his fingers that makes her see stars, and she topples over the edge with a muffled scream. Klaus gets to his feet, straightening his suit, the smuggest look on his face. Caroline leans forward and pulls him in by his bow tie, which is untied and hanging loosely around his neck. She groans when she tastes herself on his lips, winding her legs around his waist, uncaring that she’s probably ruining his pants.

“Eager, are we?” Klaus’s laugh is hot against her clavicle, where his lips have travelled, and Caroline growls.

“If you don’t get inside me in the next five seconds I will fucking kill you.”

Klaus grins, then suddenly looks so frustrated that he looks furious. “I don’t have a condom—”

Caroline cuts him off with a kiss. “Pill. Inside me, now.”

Klaus releases her thighs to fumble with the button of his pants, pushing down his boxers. He hesitates slightly, pulling back. “Are you—”

“Completely sure,” Caroline says impatiently. “I wanted you since ages, fuck me.”

Caroline’s eyes roll back at the first thrust of his hips, hands scrabbling for a surface to hold onto other than his shoulders. Her fingers find smooth shelves and latch on, and she honestly wouldn’t be surprised to find scratches on the wood later. Klaus groans into her neck, muttering filthy promises of what he was going to do to her when he was done, how he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.

“God,” Caroline moans, giving up on the shelves and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, moaning at the taste of whiskey on his tongue. “Klaus, just a little more—”

Klaus reaches down between them and hooks two fingers inside her. “Come for me, love. I want to feel you around my cock, let go.”

She shatters with a short scream, burying her face into his chest, Klaus following her with a short groan. She slumps against him, both their breathing unsteady, but when Caroline looks at him, his eyes have never been brighter.

“I've had enough of this party,” she tells him fighting to keep her tone from being breathy. “Want to get out of here?”

The grin on his face is like the devil. “I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart.”

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