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Klaroline Fall Bingo Final Week Postings!

Klaroline Fall Bingo is at an end! What a great event! Thank you so much to everyone who made it possible! We got a total of SEVENTY SEVEN new Klaroline creations! Way to go, fandom!!!

@misssophiachase​ Drabble and Aesthetic, Prompt: “Broomstick” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634206647372464128/for-klarolinefallbingo-broomstick-what-a

@carolineforbae​ Drabble, Prompt: “Humans are not treats!” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634248094504108032/another-thing-coming-undone

@supremeuppityone​ Drabble and Aesthetic, Prompt: “Fake Blood” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634542952344174592/this-was-created-for-the-klaroline-fall-bingo

@carolineforbae​ Drabble, Prompt: “Did you HAVE to upset the goblins?” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634542983632601089/one-day

@eliliyah​ Aesthetic, Prompt: “Loi Krathong” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634617095550861312/made-for-klarolinefallbingo-prompt-loi

@supremeuppityone​ Drabble and Aesthetic, Prompt: “Johnny Appleseed” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634718574957723648/this-was-created-for-the-klaroline-fall-bingo

@eliliyah​ Drabble and Aesthetic, Prompt: “The Reaping” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634728541930618880/dances-with-werewitches-update

@supremeuppityone​ Drabble and Aesthetic, Prompt: “Candied Yams” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634783693028900864/this-was-created-for-the-klaroline-fall-bingo

@destellolunar​ Drabble and Aesthetic, Prompt: “Thanksgiving” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634787989829058560/for-klarolinefallbingo-prompt-thanksgiving-it

@tnapki​ Edit, Prompt: “Free Space” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634869498275577856/thought-ill-toss-a-quick-kc-edit-out-to-all-you

@carolineforbae​ Drabble, Prompt: “Free Space” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634878922988863488/and-every-day-after

@certifiedceraunophile​ Drabble and Gifset, Prompt: “Sweetheart, you are the treat.” https://klarolinefallbingo.tumblr.com/post/634966604304760832/klaroline-fall-bingo-not-all-gifs-are-mine

Congratulations and thank you to all of our posters! And don’t forget to follow the new @klaroline-event​ page for future fandom events! 

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Quadruple Bingo!

Congratulations and thank you to @eliliyah​ for contributing fifteen works to this amazing event!

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Accepting this one last entry due to time zones and computer problems. Make sure you give it a read!

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(NOT ALL GIFS ARE MINE )

PROMPT: “You’re the treat sweetheart.”

DISCLAIMER :

SMUT SMUT SMUT and FLUFF. (NSFW)

It’s basically a 5k porn smut-shot.

(Because of course my brain saw a gif set of Mr. Klaus Forbes flashing his dimples and thought PORN.)

THE TREAT AT MY BEHEST.

The conversation was flowing smoothly, a little too smoothly, it truly was a sight to behold,

She doesn’t find awkward bumps that the participants uncomfortably had to step over stilling the flow, no problematic cracks people either ignored or tried to tear open with their teeth, no blunt blows to the back off the head, or venom tipped words sharper than the fangs the Mikaelson family sported, Hell, even Kol kept his sexual innuendos count to an all time low of two per sentence, and it wasn’t tedious either, it was sunny honest conversation one that flowed and ebbed in tranquil warmth enveloping all those who took part in it.

But of course, the insufferable bastard she’s been calling her husband for the last handful of decades, and her last love for two centuries now, decides he’ll singlehandedly throw all progress out the backdoor.

Her husband, and his freaking audacity to flash those dimples, in that exact way, throw all progress out the backdoor if she’s being more accurate.

God he’ll be the end of her.

It’s no grand truth, that she’s very very closely acquainted with his dimples, and she means, ‘lick a sweet path from dimple to lip as per her wish’ closely acquainted, those perfect indents on his cheeks, make no mistake, they are hers for the taking,

But she admits, she has her preferences, she’s a bit finicky with her interests,

She’s not too fond of his shit eating ‘Yet again I’ve bested you, my love.’ dimples, or any other variant of that he flashes in the rare case he has the upper hand between the two of them.

She’s quite partial to the one sided dimpling the evil villain smirk has to offer, one she’s privy to during their hunts, or the ‘Ive got one word for you: run.’ smirk he displays before transforming into a walking talking guillotine, those are quite entertaining to watch bloom, and the customary thorough debauching of her body that follows any such murder work out is nothing dismissible.

Now the almost bashful and youthfully eager ones he shows her when he talks about his place in the world as an artist, when for once his hand can create instead of destroy, those are entirely just for her, that sit there pretty on his cheeks in the privacy of his studio, where they continue to relive a thousand different times in a thousand different places including Rome, Paris and Tokyo, that one day, when he thanked her for the first of many things he feels gratitude for, her honesty,

He still remembers it as the day he allowed the truth to be something he didn’t particularly like for the first time in a long time, she however still remembers the day by the absolute fishing he did, standing there in his studio as he introduced his passions to her, patiently waiting in silent humility for her to notice these paintings were his and compliment him.

He still doesn’t allow this truth to remain, she of course always knows better.

Then again she also loves the shy soft little ones he offers her and only her, the ones he gently picks from the buried bounded depths of his heart and places in her hand with such care, as he sweetly leans into her palm, moist plump lips pressed against her pulse. When he is so beautifully hers that the hybrid gold of his eyes is the sun and when directed at her is as warm and sweet as golden honey. Or when he nuzzles his nose into the curve of her neck, the swell of her breast, half laying on top of her, when he gathers her close pauses and then closer, as if he finds the flesh separating them offending, as though his very existence is meant to directly infect her soul unimpeded by skin and bone, as if he means to exist in her and through her, and live only within her.

He’s a bit pretentious with his love.

But she’s told him

‘Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.’

His simple response was to pull her to him and offer his neck,

“Drink.”

She’s never brought it up again,

His devotion for her, his raw thirst for her, it unnerved her at first when she finally decided after

The numerous ‘Sweetheart, they were not bloody staged’ run-ins in every continent she dared to set foot on,

The two times she needed his blood in the century she spent on her own,

The one night she needed his arms and scent to engulf her and his dead heartbeat to soothe her when Elizabeth Forbes passed at age ninety four,

The one time when she realised somewhere along the way between the sporadic meets and witch hunts, the werewolf venom and death counts, the art and music and culture their souls burgeoned to connect, the great cities they carved into their own stars, the languid conversation as they winded through both cobblestones and pink sands, underneath both fluttering snow of and steady stars, the silent moments of equal awe they both shared between the most downtrodden godforsaken places of hunger and poverty and the most lavish heavens, between all the beauty and filth in the world when they only had eyes for each other, amongst the scent of both death and life when they only inhaled a shared breath so sacred they locked it in and never let it out, when seas and continents and words couldn’t keep them apart, when neither his ego nor her stubbornness could count for any importance in the face of each other, when the one time she realised immortality for her wasn’t the ungodly number of years she’s left behind still apple cheeked and smooth as milk, but was the ungodly amount of years still ahead of her that somehow always evinced his hand in hers,

When she finally, one balmy faultless Sunday afternoon, in the thick of Thanjavur’s humidity in India, sitting barefoot as per the town’s religious customs on the ground, sprawled carefully in the warm green grass that precedes the entrance of the glorious Brihadeeswarar Temple, that is almost as old as the man occupying her thoughts,

She finally finds her deviously elusive,

Oh.  

moment, proceeded by the

Oh fuck.

Moment,

Realisation hits her with the weight of immortality and her acceptance that there was no other possibility but this, that this has been inevitable for the better half of the last century, carries the weight forward into her heart and fills it with such indisputable finality, that Klaus’s place is by her side and hers alone.

And after that, well, what else was there to do?

After all of that, it’s one knock on his door, and,

“Alright, apparently However long it takes only lasted a total of 113 years, 6 months and 25 days. I thought I’d last longer, but I’m not as stubborn as I wished I was.”

That night was the first time she realised it wasn’t the first time they’ve made love, slow and sweet and beautiful, But it was the first time Klaus with all the vulnerability of a little boy back in Mygradrir who wore a sterling around his neck tight as a noose because his mother loved him so much, asked, mouth against her skin, face hidden in her neck, a whisper that shook in the middle and dissipated at the edges,

“You’ll stay, not just tomorrow, but after?”

“Yes, yes I will.”

That was about two centuries ago, and apparently after did not mean the day after tomorrow.

But she hasn’t had too many complaints, she admits the novelty of him has worn off, he’s a bit grating on the edges, the sides and the middle, he’s entirely too insufferable to put up with for an extended period of time, definitely is only enjoyable in moderation and bite sized doses,

But she did let him put a ring on her finger, and also stood there holding his hand as they were bound by a witch in supernatural matrimony, so she can’t really tell it’s wholly his fault, but she apparently likes him too, in addition to loving him, so she’ll stay.

But she digressed a whole lot,

Where was she again?

Yes, his dimples.

Correction, her dimples

Their appearances are continual and each unique situation had one kind assigned to it, but that does not mean they are repetitive, Klaus is many things but least of all predictable, So he presents her with new ones every now and then, dimples she’d like to kiss till they imprint on her lips,

She knows that even if she goes on to live twice the millennium Her husband experienced, and even if every glittering rarity becomes a hackneyed iteration, and every resounding wave of novelty is a mere echo she’s experienced a thousand times, even if there is nothing new as she leads time through this carousel world as the closest thing to omniscient, then she’ll at least know her husband’s smile will always catch her a tiny bit off guard. That she will always take a second to touch it and see it widen even further when she does.

But there was this one single type of smile he flashed from time to time, a rarity in its own right, that one smile basically threw all progress out the backdoor,

The smile is always characterised by the fact that it’s not for her, or for his siblings, or his enemies, it’s for the world, it’s a smile that he never intended to give but slipped out of his hand anyway, and somehow ends up smiling with his entire body, but he’s done that countless times for her, smile with his whole being, she’d say at least twice everyday, usually more, but when he does it for the world, she’s a bit unprepared,

She knows his hostility against the way of the world all too well, it’s why he’s so adamant on dictating it, she knows the millennium of undead life under Mikael’s hatred left him with a tight grip on the world but only because he was hanging on to the edge of it, with both hands and legs dangling, but he doesn’t show it that way, instead phrases it as ‘I had the world at my finger tips, Now I have it beneath my feet.’

He’s a bit flashy with his pretty words, that total honesty to this man is as difficult as love will never surprise her, but the fact that this same honesty sometimes slips out so easily, unfettered and ensconced in peace and content, that does surprise her, like for instance, right now, He’s sitting there ankle over knee, occupying an entire settee with the way he’s sprawled because of course he has to be the biggest being in the room, he needs to know his ego easily accomplishes that for him, holding in his hand one of the thousand sketchpads he’s still kept after paper was no more the norm nor necessity but became a relic of bygone ages for centuries now, and as he sits there sketching god knows what, in the same room as his siblings, their chatter as perfectly idle as a family’s,

He’s smiling, not at her, not to his siblings, hell not even at his drawing, she knows he’s not listening to the conversation, so it’s not something Kol said or Rebekah whined, he’s perfectly uninterrupted in his smile that just bloomed on his face with no given reason, and there as he bows his head a little closer to the page, not because he wants to hide the smile but because he simply wants to see the sketch closer, she knows he doesn’t even know he’s smiling, but he is.

So wide and beautiful and honest, and just because, a smile directed at the world, and to think he doesn’t even notice, to know that it’s so whole and full, that there isn’t a place left in his heart or mind to remind him to restrain it.

She knows she’s smiling just as wide too.

God, the things this man does to her heart,

And not just her heart, apparently her body too if the heady arousal that rushed straight to her clit as if a phantom hand rubbed it is anything to go by, because of course, she’s never so aroused by him as she is when he dimples.

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Fandom Question

Who would be interested in participating in a Klaroline Holiday Gift Exchange? Is that too soon? We could also do a Valentine’s Day thing. Please give me some feedback! I want to keep this fandom popping! I’d open it up to artists and authors alike.

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and every day after

written for @klarolinefallbingo | free space

Follow-up to ‘one day’.

“Tell me again, Nik: why did you drag me here?”

“I didn’t drag you here, Kol,” Klaus snapped, at his wit’s end between anxiety over his current situation – funny, how attending San Diego Comic-Con after years and years of waiting barely mattered when meeting Caroline occupied the other plate of the scale – and annoyance at his brother. “In fact, I specifically told you not to come.”

“Uh,” Kol trailed the curve of his chin with his left thumb and forefinger, “suspicious.”

Klaus whipped around, all but ready to lash out, only to find Kol with his hands raised between them in the trademark sign of peace.

“Sorry, sorry! You’re nervous about meeting your girlfriend, I get it.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

Even among hundreds of people cheering and laughing and talking, Klaus’ shout echoed, earning him quite a few curious stares.

He cleared his throat and repeated in a lower tone, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Kol arched an unconvinced eyebrow. “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

“I’m not protesting, I’m stating.”

“Oookay. Well, let’s go find not-your-girlfriend, then.”

“Her name is Caroline,” Klaus growled, then deflated, “and I have no idea where she could be.”

“Ask her?”

“How?”

“Don’t you have her phone number?”

“Of course not. She’s someone I only know online.”

Kol’s chuckle almost choked him. “Nik. You crossed the bloody ocean to meet her. I’d say she’s a little bit more than that.”

That time, Klaus didn’t bother to correct his brother, as the latter wasn’t actually wrong. “Still no number. She… doesn’t even know I’m here.”

“Whaaaaat?”

Another round of curious stares.

Klaus pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “Will you keep it down, Kol?”

“The first scream was yours!” Kol rebutted with an accusing finger.

“This is it. I’ve had enough. We’re going separate ways.”

Kol’s lips curved into a lopsided smirk. “Right. You probably want some privacy with your girlfriend.”

“For the last time, Kol, Caroline is not my girl—”

“Klaus?”

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Thought I’ll toss a quick KC edit out to all you lovely Klaroliners out there  💛 💛

Not sure if I’m too late to add it as my ‘Free Space’ edit for @klarolinefallbingo but I figured I’ll share with the fandom anyway. Have a great weekend!

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We Have a Bingo!!!

Congratulations to @destellolunar​ for completing her very first Klaroline Bingo!!! We are so happy you joined our fandom! Your aesthetics have been a gift, and we’re so happy Klaroline has crossed over into other languages! Congratulations on your accomplishment!

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Prompt: Thanksgiving

It has been 5 years since the last time he saw her, but oh, how much he has missed her.

Link: It has always been you

So, I’m pretty sure this is going to be my last post for the Fall Bingo. Later I will make a long ass post about how grateful and happy I am with this beautiful fandom, this was my first ever event and I can not be more happy with the result. Everyone has been really nice and supportive and I’m obsessed with all the love this fandom continually expresses.

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Triple Bingo!

Congratulations to @supremeuppityone​ for making SEVENTEEN contributions to our fandom!!! You are a gift to Klaroliners everywhere!

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This was created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event @klarolinefallbingo.

Prompt: Candied yams

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           “What do yams have to do with stripping?” It was a question Caroline had asked herself repeatedly ever since she’d agreed to Bonnie’s stripper version of a canned food drive.

           “It’s not just yams, Caroline. You’re going to be candied yams. Way fancier,” Bonnie quipped, helping Caroline into a rhinestone-studded corset screen printed with the popular side dish. “And you know I wouldn’t ask you to do this, but the foodbank is counting on us and Elena backed out at the last minute to deal with Damon’s…exhaustion.”

           Caroline snorted, reminding herself to check in with Stefan to see how much Damon’s latest episode of exhaustion was potentially going to cost their company. Despite being a wildly successful burlesque franchise in the south, it didn’t mean she shouldn’t worry about the slimy marketing president’s effect on their shares.

           Hopefully the rest of the board wouldn’t find out about Damon’s latest fuckup until after Caroline figured out the right spin.

           Too late. “What’s this about the elder Salvatore and some nonsense with a shattered plate-glass window of a car dealership and a stolen Shetland?”

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Dances with Werewitches UPDATE

When Kol gets himself into trouble, Klaus has no choice but to reach out to the very same girl he’s been obsessing over for years. Little does he know that her plan to seduce him is already well underway. Klaroline smutty comedy written for Klaroline Fall Bingo, 2020. Prompt for this chapter: “The Reaping.”

Chapter Three - The Life and Death of Caroline Forbes

Kol scooted closer, finally taking Davina’s tiny palm in his larger one. She looked down at their intertwined fingers and bit back a gulp. There was only one way to fix this. “Surely, there must be something you can do, darling.”

The cursed creature looked at the crying witch and felt her heart constrict. She knew that pain. She turned to Kol, bracing herself. “There is, but you won’t like it.”

Klaus’ voice was a menacing growl as he held Caroline in his arms while she fell apart. “I don’t give a damn what my brother doesn’t like. If there’s something you can do, then bloody well get on with it!”

“Watch yourself, brother,” Kol snarled, flashing his vampire eyes.

“Remember who is the hybrid here,” Klaus growled, the low rumble in his chest vibrating through the sniffling blonde. “I could tear you both limb from undead limb. I don’t care what it is; just FIX IT!”

“Try it and I swear I will find a dagger that works on you!” Kol shouted angrily, getting to his feet and clenching his fists.

“Shut up!” Caroline sat up and pulled away from Klaus, crossing her arms over her chest. Both men were stunned into silence. Her emotions were all heightened and she suddenly felt a burst of anger shoot through her. “Would you both just quit with the macho crap and let the girl talk?” Turning to Davina, she lowered her voice. “What can you do?” The girl with the raven hair and piercing blue eyes sighed, wrapping her arms around her knees. She looked so young. Caroline speculated that she probably wasn’t more than sixteen when she died. When she was murdered by her own people. “Please, Davina. Don’t make me live like this.” A tear rolled down her cheek. She’d never felt so disconnected in her life, and the emotions were overwhelming wildfire threatening to swallow her whole.

Davina looked up at her and felt that pain. She remembered vividly when she’d woken up alone on the Other Side with no magic. She didn’t want to say goodbye again, but she couldn’t condemn another innocent girl to her fate. She braced herself, knowing everyone would go along with the plan.

Read and Review here: FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13745535/3/Dances-with-Werewitches AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27075370/chapters/67387762

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This was created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event @klarolinefallbingo.

Prompt: Johnny Appleseed

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           Blood spread across the floorboards of her classroom as she kept a hand clapped to her mouth, trying to quiet her breathing. Mercifully, Caroline had dismissed her students early that day; with harvest time nearly upon them, there was much work to do in the fields. She was fiercely protective of her children, and despite her being ‘fresh from the carriage’, she openly challenged the surly councilmen who seemingly turned a blind eye to the disappearances. The sickly went first — it wasn’t unusual in that community for one who sensed the end to suddenly feel the urge to commune with the forest that bordered Mystic Falls.

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Double Bingo!

Congratulations to @eliliyah for completing a double bingo!!! Thank you for your contributions to our fandom!!!

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Starting This Sunday!

Only a few days left to our first ever Spotlight Sunday!!! Starting November 15th, 2020, the new Klaroline Events page @klaroline-event will host a weekly event called Spotlight Sunday honoring all of our wonderfully talented authors and artists!

Quick info:

·       The event will run every Sunday from 12:00AM EST – 11:59PM EST.

·       Recommend current WIPs or old favorites completed years ago.

·       Make sure links are active if reblogging an older fic.

Ideas for honoring your favorite Klaroline authors and artists:

·       Reblog your favorite Klaroline fics or Klaroline art - OR -

·       Include in the reblog at least one line about why you love it - OR -

·       Write new reviews for existing fics - OR -

·       Create a new aesthetic for a new or old fic - OR -

·       Your own idea for celebrating your favorite authors and artists!

Be sure to tag @klaroline-event and #spotlightsunday so we can see and reblog your post for the entire fandom!

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Starting This Sunday!

Only a few days left to our first ever Spotlight Sunday!!! Starting November 15th, 2020, the new Klaroline Events page @klaroline-event will host a weekly event called Spotlight Sunday honoring all of our wonderfully talented authors and artists!

Quick info:

·       The event will run every Sunday from 12:00AM EST – 11:59PM EST.

·       Recommend current WIPs or old favorites completed years ago.

·       Make sure links are active if reblogging an older fic.

Ideas for honoring your favorite Klaroline authors and artists:

·       Reblog your favorite Klaroline fics or Klaroline art - OR -

·       Include in the reblog at least one line about why you love it - OR -

·       Write new reviews for existing fics - OR -

·       Create a new aesthetic for a new or old fic - OR -

·       Your own idea for celebrating your favorite authors and artists!

Be sure to tag @klaroline-event and #spotlightsunday so we can see and reblog your post for the entire fandom!

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Klaroline Fall Bingo Aesthetic

Made for @klarolinefallbingo

Prompt: “Loi Krathong”

“While I was on assignment in Thailand, I met a beautiful girl at the festival. I have to find her again.”

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one day

written for @klarolinefallbingo | prompt: “did you have to upset the goblins?”

AU/AH. Klaus and Caroline don’t know each other as well as they would like. Yet.

“Turn left! Turn left!”

Surrounded by falling debris and with their enemies hot on her heels, the blonde eagerly followed the accented instructions and took the corner in a sprint.

Wrong move.

“My left!” Klaus screeched.

Caroline ground her teeth together in order to rein in the waterfall of insults threatening to break through. “That would have been nice to know before I were at a dead-end with an army behind me.”

“Apologies, love, for making one single mistake after the play I’ve just pulled off to save your arse!”

“Right. That. Did you have to upset the goblins?”

“It saved you from becoming an ogre’s tea break, didn’t it?”

“Just in time to become goblin dinner, it seems!”

Despite the dour situation, Klaus found himself chuckling. “You are so dramatic.”

Caroline scoffed around a smile. “Oh, like you’re one to talk!”

“That’s why we make such a great team, love.”

Caroline rolled her eyes but didn’t deny his statement.

She hit ‘pause’ on her controller.

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