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There is something I adore about Klaroline and it will always make me ship them more than any other pairing involving Klaus.
The fact that Caroline Forbes is just Caroline Forbes.
Sometimes I see the argument that « Klaus’ interest in Caroline is foolish and came out of nowhere ».
But? That’s precisely what I love about them. The fact that he didn’t have any reason to fall for her in the first place. After all, she’s just a high school girl in a small town and a regular vampire he found himself drawn to because of her essence and not because of anything about her that could benefit him in some way.
This proves how his love for her was genuine and how it just can’t be matched. Ever.
She wasn’t from any important lineage. She wasn’t a powerful witch, not a doppelgänger, not some girl with important relatives he could firstly use at his own benefit. Yet, he always thought of her as stronger than anyone else.
She was just Caroline Forbes. A girl who had no choice but to fight for herself and found her strength by her own means. He loved her entirely for that and for nothing else. 🤍
#klaroline#i love them so much#klaroline for life#i can’t stop thinking about them#just some thoughts#meta#my roman empire#i love them your honor
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I have a couple of Klaroline head canons, but one I often think about includes a more mellow version of Klaus. Bc if he’s with Caroline he can’t keep killing everyone. But at the same time he’s still him so of course when anything happens to her his first thought is mass murder and she constantly has to tell him things like “don’t kill the florist Klaus, it’s not their fault” or “don’t torture the guy who hit my car, that’s not right” 😂
#klaroline for life#klaroline fanfiction#klaroline#klaus x caroline#Klaroline head cannon#tvdu#the vampire diaries#the originals#caroline forbes#klaus mikaelson#Klaroline fandom
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my favourite form of true love is klaus mikaelson endangering all of his loved ones by helping stefan just to make caroline forbes happy despite them not seeing each other for years.
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imagine an ending for the vampire diaries where damon and elena, stefan and caroline, and bonnie and enzo just got to live long happy lives together as vampires (and a witch) as a family. like they could have had it all.
#tvd#the vampire diaries#delena#steroline#bonenzo#we all know I’ve always been a klaroline girl but the more times I watch it the more I think steroline is the healthiest most well developed#relationship on the show#I said what I said#I just hate the ending sm#like imagine. they all loved each other sm by the end and they would have been a family forever#bonnie could have slowed down her aging#ugh I’m sad#otp: you are my life
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WIP WEDNESDAY
This is a snippet from chapter 36 of TBBW, a very very rough draft - I haven't done much for this chapter because I'm obvi focusing on editing. However, I'm sure you'll still find it exciting - and a hint to where the fic's plot is taking us next.
Klaus eyed the new girl standing in the Lockwood study, watching as she perused the family’s various collectables and ornaments decorating the room, admiring a painting which Klaus thought rather tacky that was hung over the fireplace. There was a scent about her, tainting the entire room, wet fur and damp earth - a werewolf. Interesting.
“You’re a new face,” he commented, making her jump. She hadn’t noticed he was there.
To give her credit, she recovered quickly, spinning around to face him, taking in his appearance with a sharp eye. Klaus let her look, stepping further into the room, his hands behind his back.
“And I take it from your accent you’re an old one,” she pointed her finger at him, tilting her head in question. “Klaus?”
He smiled down at the floor, amused by her valiant attempt to hide her fear. Unfortunately, her jumping heartbeat gave her away.
“My reputation precedes me. Hopefully not all bad.”
She curled up her lip in obvious disgust. “A little bad. Mostly repulsive.”
His smile dropped, no longer amused at all. He couldn’t work out if her disrespect was foolishness or arrogance.
“So you’re a friend of Tyler’s-” he continued, walking closer towards her, eyes narrowed. “That’s strange. He’s never mentioned you.”
The girl clamped her mouth shut, suddenly with little to say. And that was when Klaus heard his name being said, far away at the other end of the house, by a voice whose cadence he recognised instantly: Caroline.
“You’re kidding me? Klaus?”
Klaus turned his head slightly, frowning as he listened in more intently. He could practically hear the wince in Tyler’s response.
“Yeah, and I really don’t want to piss him off so…You should go to the party. I’ll be fine here.”
“But I’d rather hang with you,” he heard Caroline reply, so tentative and so very hopeful.
Regardless, Tyler shot her down.
“Trust me, I am no fun right now.”
Why would Tyler turn her away? The petty, vindictive boy Tyler was, no doubt he’d jump at the chance to have Caroline on his arm while Klaus was in the house. A childish fuck you, since he couldn’t turn the hybrids protecting him away. So why say no? His mother was out, so she wouldn’t intrude, he was alone in the house except for-
Klaus’ gaze fell back on the new girl, looking at her in a new light. Suddenly, her presence took on an entirely different meaning, one that Klaus didn’t like at all.
“And I think I know why,” Klaus continued, shooting her a smile that was all teeth.
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later then?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you,”
“Yeah, okay.”
Klaus felt his hands clench behind his back, an anger settling his chest at sheer disappointment and hesitance he heard in Caroline’s voice, like she had done something wrong. The nerve of this boy-
“Tell me…” he trailed off, pointedly looking at the girl.
“Hayley,” she answered quickly.
“Hayley,” Klaus echoed, beginning to circle around her. “Tell me, Hayley, how did you and Tyler meet?”
She shifted her weight to one side, folding her arms around her chest. Defensive. “I ran with the pack he sought help from.”
“To break my sire bond?” Klaus asked, her face confirming his suspicions. He waved the panicked look in her eyes away. “Yes, I know all about that. So, you are one of the Outcast then.”
Hayley frowned, shaking her head in confusion and looking rather impatient, as if he was rambling nonsense. “Outcast?”
“Werewolves like yourself and Tyler: descendants of the same wolves that stabbed their brethren in the back for a chance of mercy. Doomed to forever wander in aimless, disjointed packs,” he explained, stopping behind her, forcing her to turn to face him. His mouth curled into a sneer of his own. “Traitorous little things.”
She scoffed, smiling a little. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No. You wouldn’t,” Klaus drawled, tilting his head again, in that wolf-like way. Her smile fell. “Allow me to enlighten you,” he continued, pointing a finger at her, “You see, werewolves like you, like the others I made my hybrids - they know not of our nature. Instead of making a stand, staying to fight against the vampires and witches alike - your ancestors ran and hid. And in hiding, they failed to teach their children the ways of our kind. The traditions, the knowledge, the culture. All was lost until they were so far from what they are, they believe their wolf is a curse. Outcast. Alone. Forgotten.”
“Lycanthropy is a curse.”
Klaus grinned. “Is it?”
Her eyes narrowed, taking a step back from him, clearly ill at ease with what he had just said. “What would you know of our histories? You’re more vampire than wolf, I know that at least.”
“My father is what we call an Alpha of Alphas. A King,” he said, closing the distance between them, not allowing her to escape. “Do you know what that makes me, Hayley?”
“Am I supposed to say Prince Charming?” she sneered, all disgust and foolish defiance.
Something dangerous settled in Klaus’ gaze, violent and spiteful.
“Werewolves follow power. They do not follow weak Kings.” His hand shot out, enclosing around her throat and lifting her up by the neck. His eyes bled black and gold, veins crawling across his cheeks. “Do I look weak to you?” he growled out through sharp fangs.
“No,” Hayley choked out, fingers scrambling at the hand holding her throat.
“Then tread more carefully then, because unlike my father, I am not prone to mercy," he snarled in her ear, tightening his fingers around her throat for emphasis. "And learn to curb your tongue or you will find yourself without it,” he said, almost as an after thought, before letting her go. She dropped to the floor, gasping in lungfuls of air and curling over, coughing. Klaus cocked his head, his expression suddenly serene once more. He looked almost bored. When she looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, he raised a brow, gesturing to the door impatiently. “Go.”
She didn’t need telling twice.
#klaroline#klaus x caroline#fanfiction#klaroline fanfiction#the big bad wolf#morningstar writes#tbbw#chapter 36#klaroline wip wed#klaus mikaelson#caroline forbes#it's a rough draft because I need to build up hayleys character more#but for now I don't care about that and enjoy making her life miserable#klaus doesn't tolerate disrespect to the wifey#and hayley is a walking insult to caroline's worth so...#also this scene could have very well happened in canon#they never actually show WHY hayley left the room#and klaus scaring her off is heavily implied#hehehehehehehehehe
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Fic Update: The Wolf III [19/21]
Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.
[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]
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S03E19 Where Nothing Stays Buried ✨
In his 200 odd years on this Earth, most of which were spent soaked deep within the supernatural cauldron of New Orleans, Marcel Gerard can safely say he has seen everything.
He has witnessed magic in all of its glorious, beautiful, vicious, terrifying forms. He has seen myths rise and fall across the streets of the Crescent City. He has seen miracles, and he has seen curses. There are no mysteries in the unnatural world that can still surprise Marcel. Or that's what he thought. Because in all his years, he had never felt the French Quarter tremble. Not like that.
Sturdy, robust buildings that have withstood fires, floods and the test of magic and time start to shake as if they are made of twigs and straw. A cacophony of screams sounds like a roar as people swarm the streets in a mad rush, running from the unsteady constructions. No one seems to know exactly where to run to. Everything is shaking. It's like the city is suddenly at the epicenter of a seismic shift. Nowhere feels safe.
For a spine-chilling moment, with glass shattering all around, old wood screeching as it is dangerously pressured and bent by the quake, dust raining down upon his head, Marcel thinks - this is it. Judgement Day has come to settle scores with New Orleans. All those centuries of housing bloodsucking beasts and monsters of all species have finally caught up with the city, and they will all pay the price.
But the odd thing is... He can feel the quake, and yet it doesn't seem like it's coming from underneath him. It's not the earth that's shaking. More like shock waves, traveling through the air, reverberating like sound.
That's when it hits him. He doesn't need his witches to tell him there's nothing natural about that earthquake. He knows magic when he sees it; he knows it even better when he feels it. And a surge of power strong enough to shake New Orleans on its foundations can only have come from one source.
The goddamn Ancestors.
Whatever those assholes are up to, it's big and it's most certainly bad. And he has a feeling he knows exactly where he'll find the answer.
Read the full chapter here
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Very sorry about the delay, I did my best. 🥲✌️ Hope you guys enjoy it! And as always, if you do, I'd love to hear from you. ❣️
Your comments/reblogs/kudos are very welcome and feed my fic-writing soul. ✨
#klaroline#klaroline fanfiction#klaroline fic#klaus x caroline#kc fanfiction#kcfic#kc fandom#klaroline shippers club#The Originals rewriting#yokan writes#this chapter is 20k words long what am I even doing with my life#i have no idea how to post these updates anymore so here have this edit again
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The Vampire Diaries (2009 - 2017)
3x11 // 4x13
#klaroline#klaus x caroline#klaus mikaelson#niklaus mikaelson#caroline forbes#i weirdly love this parallel#i know he put her life in danger twice#but he also saved it twice#i just love them so much#sue me#the scenes were hot#i would feed from klaus#who wouldn't#look how sexy he is#hot damn#the vampire diaries#tvd#candice accola#candice king#joseph morgan#my gifs#gif set
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hiiii hows everyone doing today? I’ve been reading tons of klaroline fics lately and been itching to edit all kinds of klaroline content 🙈🙈(hopefully i dont half ass all of them)
#nat rambles#text me text me im boredddddd#klaroline#klaroline content in the making??#a sucker for them and i dont know what else to do with my life anyway#ahahahahahah#have a great day mutuals#mutuals
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'First Base' - Mafia AU Sequel - American Pie
Caroline is attempting to negotiate some terms.
Caroline hummed, super convinced. "And we're going to eat hot dogs?"
"I'm not going to have a heart attack from just one, am I?" he asked, like he didn't order a pizza with everything on it last week when he came over for a marathon of Chopped on Food Network. It was probably a secret that Caroline would take to her grave that Klaus greatly enjoyed the culinary competition show. He'd come over and make himself comfortable on one side of her couch–now that he was allowed on it–and he always brought an offering of food for her coffee table.
To anyone else, it would have been a surreal sight, seeing Klaus with a paper plate balanced on one knee gesturing at the tv with a half-eaten slice of pizza. "Mint isn't going to be as surprising with that citrus as you think it will, basil would impress the judges more."
"Basil, on a cake?" Caroline said, picking artichoke hearts off her slices. The pizza place Klaus used had been a Kol recommendation, which meant it was a hole-in-the-wall hipster start-up with some truly off-the-wall ideas of what constituted 'everything.'
Klaus put a hand to his heart. "I promise you, it's a subtle combination.” Going back to his pizza for a moment, he chewed while watching the contestant chop herbs frantically on the screen. “There's a bakery off North Avenue, they have a Lemon Basil Meringue Pie in the summer and it is divinely refreshing. I’ll order one for next time.”
Leaning back against the armrest, Caroling nudged his thigh with her sparkly pink-painted toes. “It’s nice that you’ve accepted our country’s lax definitions of pies.”
Setting his empty plate on the table, Klaus shoved the last bite of his slice of pizza in his mouth and chewed, wiping his hands on a napkin. He turned his body so that his back was in the crook of the couch arm, one black jeaned leg bent on the seat. Nabbing one of her feet, he pulled her toward him a few inches and she slid down the padded arm with a squeak, her plate wobbling precariously.
“Your pies,” he said with the air of a man stepping up on a soapbox, “defy any kind of logic.” His thumbs pressed into the ball of her foot and rubbed, and Caroline may have let out a noise that was a little obscene. “I’ll be under the presumption that that’s just a tart in the wrong baking shell, but no, you’ve put meringue all over it and toasted it with a torch.”
Caroline hummed blissfully and started in on her pizza. “And it was a brilliant plan, wasn’t it?”
“And then,” Klaus said, ignoring her question but continuing to massage her foot, “You Americans made a pie out of a potato, but you insist it’s a dessert pie. It’s orange, and it’s still not as suspicious as whatever a 'Hoosier' Pie is. They neglected to put anything other than sugar into that one.”
“Wait wait, I know this one!” Caroline cast around in her memory for an episode of maybe Good Eats on Pies she saw once. “Those were invented by the Amish or the Quakers or something for winter when they didn’t have any fruit and everything sucked.”
"It's a custard, it belongs in a bowl. I'm not even going to touch your savory pies, the less said about those the better." He made a disgusted face.
She giggled to herself. "Someone tried to feed you a Cheeseburger Pie, didn't they?"
"Spaghetti Pie and I'll thank you to never bring up either option again."
"Okay technically," she said around a bite of bread and cheese. His hands really were magical as they eased the tension in the arch of her foot. "Those belong to the 'casserole' family and not the 'pie' family. The name is misleading, you can't technically categorize those as pies. There are also liars like the Boston Crème Pie and the Cheesecake, which each belong to the opposite family."
"And we're back to my original point: they defy logic."
#klaroline wip wed#klaroline for ts#tvd for ts#right like you needed them talking about pie in your life right?#just some nonsense!#It leads into some not nonsense but i enjoy my nonsense and Caroline being willing to play with Klaus is important
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tomorrows that follow
chapter four
One week slips easily into a second, a second into a third, and in the blink of an eye, July becomes August, then September. Though her face and name are still known to fewer than ten people— Caroline ticks them off: herself and Nik, Bonnie and Meredith, Royal Protection Officers Daniel and Stacey, and possibly David Fell (she can never tell if he’s paying attention and hasn’t bothered repeating herself)—she can’t help but feel like she’s one wrong move away from a Superman-style reveal via The Daily Mirror’s Royal Watch section.
Read more: A03 | FF
Read from the beginning: A03 | FF
#klaroline#tomorrows that follow#my fic#royalty AU#klaroline fanfic#check the end notes for a surprise life update
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Hi, wonderful mutual! I would love to hear your sure to be brilliant insights on Steroline vs Klaroline and why you prefer the latter to the former.
I think it’s about the Essence!
Generally with ships my first loyalty is towards the story and while the story is ongoing for me, and while I was watching tvd, it was about working with what the story gave me. And what the story gave me was steroline. So I was ready and willing to go on that journey and there were aspects of it that worked for me. And objectively, from a narrative standpoint, i didn’t like what they did with klaroline because they didn’t do enough! They should have been endgame; their story should have been more centralized; their endings should have belonged to the other. And the show did none of that.
But with time, as I’ve left the story behind, it’s just about the essence and just …. They have it! They are it. They have the right spiritual and physical energy with each other that makes all the best love stories. It’s surprising and it’s sweet; it’s beautiful to see her be so appreciated and SEEN, in a way that takes no effort on his part. He’s drawn to her in spite of himself, overwhelmed by her, delighted by her. When I think about all of Caroline’s relationships in the show just in the light of my memory and not trying to parse the text up close, the only thing I really remember or believe is that Klaus is in love with her. It’s an immutable fact. And for someone like Caroline—well, for anyone really but especially Caroline—that’s the one thing she needs because it’s a) the one thing she doesn’t have, b) it’s not in reference to anything she does but to who she IS, c) it’s the mark of reality that he’s the right one for her.
#no-one-is-totally-normal#klaroline#this is a terrible answer I’m sorry#but it’s just. it’s like life you know?#love and romance and relationships ARE complex and multi-faceted and confusing etc. etc.#and also they’re so simple#when love is present it just reveals itself unmistakably#it is such a thing to rest on#you can always TELL#it’s so simple! at its core#none of the rest of her romantic options are really in love with her#script. storylines aside lol#like my instinct just KNOWS.#it’s just Klaus
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The Hybrid & The Harvest Witch {Klaroline}: Chapter 0 - Intro
Intro
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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)
I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "Originals", which belongs to its rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction, it is a piece of nonprofit work - that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.
Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website. A lot of the lines/text/scenes come from the original work.
Warnings:
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What if instead of four girls sacrificed every 300 years, it was five? Marcel may have not made it in time to save three of them, but he did arrive in time to save two; Davina Claire and her cousin, Caroline Forbes.
Or
Where Kol isn't the only Mikaelson to fall in love with a Harvest Witch.
Pairings: Klaroline, Kalijah, Kol/Bonnie/Davina (Poly), Rebekah/Marcel
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So What? When you're Nik, I'm supposed to kiss you. And when you're Klaus, I'm supposed to run for my life.
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"So, all of this has been, what, a lie? A power move to take one of Marcel's weapons out from under him?" Caroline cried.
"No... I never saw you as a weapon Caroline-"
"LIAR!" The girl screamed, shaking the building.
"I never lied to you!" Klaus repeated.
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That was before I knew she was one of the Harvest girls. That option no longer exists.
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So for the sake of the plot and events, Hayley will be pregnant with Klaus' kid. But fear not, just like the rest of my stories - there will be Hayley bashing; and I will also find a way to bring Katherine into the plot.
I also decided to finally give Rebekah/Marcel a try.
Anyways,
KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!
#klaus#Niklaus#Klaus Mikaelson#niklaus mikaelson#klaroline#klaroline for life#klaus x caroline#caroline x klaus#KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!#klaroline for life!#bonnie bennett#kol mikaelson#davina claire#marcel gerard#rebekah mikaelson#anti-hayley marshal#anti-hayley#hayley bashing#elijah x katherine#elijah mikaelson#katherine pierce#originals#originals fanfiction
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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
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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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WIP WEDNESDAY
The next chapter of TBBW is nearly done, so I don't want to share any more excerpts with y'all just yet, not when we're so close to it being finished.
HOWEVER I had my bestie, the wonderful @stars-and-darkness read over what I had so far for the next chapter (there's some emotional development going down, let me tell you all, and I needed some reassurance I was doing it RIGHT), and her reactions are too good not to share, so here's some out-of-context-spoilers for y'all:
#klaroline#klaus x caroline#klaroline fanfiction#the big bad wolf#tbbw#morningstar writes#klaroline wip wed#out of context spoilers#tbf they're not even spoilers they're teasers#chapter 32#ella i want you to know that the artistic talent of a rotten fish comment#fucking sent me to the other side#I've never seen Mikael so perfectly described in my entire life#dying
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sally i think my worst shipping opinion ever is that i ship klaroline with my whole chest my whole heart my whole body. i think it’s sooo weird for him to be thousands of years old and her a teenager but i started shipping them when i was 13 and a 13 year old girl’s loyalty is just not something you can lose ever. anyways fuck steroline
fuck steroline !!!!!
#i just cant do klaroline after i watched him with cami#a full grown woman with a career and a life and just yeah#but more power to you fear#anything but steroline
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Dear hp,
With both a Picturesque prequel and The Wolf 3 ch1 out, I need for the chokehold you have on me to go away, just for a little bit. I will be back after these but go away, I want and need to read these. Please and Thank you.
Sincerely,
A conflicted multifandom reader
#c'est moi#klaroline#after the new fantastic beasts movie#hp has sucked me in yet again#and ofc now we get some fab new pieces#every fandom is a cycle#obsession for many months and then it tapers off#and then I will be in limbo for a while#where I only read my favorite fics and their updates#then the cycle starts again when I find something new#hp will always be there#no matter what#there are just random chokeholds#like now bc new stuff came out#hp is always number 1#currently obsessed with newtina and fantastic beasts#random life update#oh well
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