#kc fanfiction

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [4/4 - Complete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.]

[notalittlebutalottie]

Having Bad Thoughts (Klaroline Winter Exchange 2025) for @celestewrote - AO3

(AU) A friendship with big bad hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. How did that happen? And How long will it last?

[jamsudreams]

I'm With You Chapter 9

Story Summary: Set in 2x02 but instead of Damon finding Caroline Klaus does.

Read in AO3

[capnsaveahoe]

tale as old as time

[klaroveins]

“Lola why are you such a big fan of Caroline in season 1?”

Because she was a teenager. She was a 17 year old girl with an emotionally distant mother, an absent father who left for his husband, her two best friends rarely took her seriously, she was abused and compelled by Damon (which her friends knew about yet did nothing until later) and Matt, who was supposed to be her boyfriend, was still in love with Elena and couldn’t devote himself fully.

She was 17 and had no one to turn to, she had no true friends or an actual parental figure. She was a pawn in their games for ages, in season 2 she was being manipulated and abused by Katherine as a baby vampire. Once again, her 2 supposed best friends were aware of this.

She was seen as a blonde distraction for Klaus, yet he was the only one who saw past the mean girl cheerleader bully everyone made her out to me and saw the girl beneath the facade - the girl who simply longed to be loved.

But also, she was the perfect representation of a teenage girl. She was blunt, but most teenagers tend to be. She gossiped, she cheered but she had deeply rooted insecurities like most girls do. She was a realistic teenage girl in the midst of supernatural drama and people over look it frequently.

Caroline Forbes you deserve better than what the shitty writing team did to you, I’ll never hate you.

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

Pairing: rockstar!jisung x rock journalist!afab!reader, secret lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: he was the best and worst part of your job. Because it's always hard to interview your boyfriend and be cool about it.

Warnings: fluff, teeny crack??, reader is good at keeping secrets and jisung is cocky??

A/n: I don't know what I did. Period. Take it or leave it. If there are errors I'm sorry. I'm just a girl. Please note that this is set in the 90's...that type of rock era

The lights are harsh, the camera guy counts down and you slip into your professional persona. You took deep breaths. Your pre- interview routine was in rotation. Brushing through your notes, testing the mic, maintaining eye- contact with your guest. Jisung. Jisung, the lead singer of the band, Dead Rebels sits across from you, sprawled lazily in his chair with that signature cocky smirk. The man you’ve always wanted to meet. The number one man on your bucket-list of interviews. Your celebrity crush. His jeans, leather jacket, and messy curls screamed rockstar chaos. The director gives you a go ahead and you immediately got into character.

“Jisung,” you start, keeping your voice steady. Shoving away any signs of unease.

Pfft. As if you weren’t just tangled up with him in his dressing room an hour ago. Smooth.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had you here, back home, right? Welcome back.” He leans into the mic smiling heavily like he’s been drugged with dopamine. “Why did you guys miss me?” he asked looking directly at you. “The answer to those type of questions is always confidential, c’mon now.” You tried to play along, without your cheeks heating up. Fail. Jisung chuckled, his cheeks puffing up with his smile.

“Alright then. Let’s get into it. What’s the first question, sweetheart.” The crew chuckles at his natural charm, but your eyes subtly widened at the pet name slipping out on air. He’s pushing it. Clearing your throat, you keep it professional. “You are indeed an attraction to many personalities. Your Riot Nights, which was a sensational world tour has just concluded, congratulations on that, and it’s been a massive success. Fans are calling it you’re most electrifying yet. What’s been the most memorable moment for you so far?” Jisung tilts his head, genuinely thinking, then he smiles. “On our last night, the crowd’s energy was insane. The screaming- I swear I could fell the crowd’s adrenaline. It was so addictive. I didn’t even want to leave.” He pauses, then his eyes find yours. 

“The faces were pretty unforgettable too. Some old, some new.” You grip on the mic tightens. You knew he was talking about the fans. You tried so hard to believe that was true, but you know the real him- the one who sneaks into your hotel room after shows, the one who whispers that you’re his against your lips when no one’s watching.  And honestly, it was never meant to end up like this. 

Y/N didn’t start with a microphone in hand and camera’s rolling. Her journey into the chaotic world of rock journalism began with ink- stained fingers, late- night deadlines, a disastrous love life and a relentless passion for music. Fresh out of college with a degree she had landed her first gig in a small but scrappy rock magazine- Sound Riot. With three-star reviews, it was the place where cigarette smoke filles the office, coffee ran through pipes like water and her editors through whiskey while debating the best guitar solo of all time. Of course, she didn’t get to get to the top in an instant, you started at the bottom. Transcribing interviews, fact- checking articles, coffee runs for her selfish co-workers. But she was determined. What she tried to pitch was often rejected but never discouraged. Then, the big break came.

A last-minute cancellation left no one to cover an up-and coming band’s gig at a dive bar. The editor in charge tossed her a notepad and said, 

“You wanna write? Prove it.”

That night, Y/N wrote an article so raw, so full of grit and passion, that it got published- without edits. From then on, she became the magazine’s go to for live concert reviews, artist profiles, and eventually, exclusive interviews. And although she was on print, television came knocking on her door when her natural presence caught the attention of a producer at Pulse TV. She was hesitant at first, but the thought of being able to go face to face with the biggest rockstars of the decade? Impossible to resist. Sure, her first few takes weren’t perfect. But she soon found her rhythm fast, witty and completely unafraid to challenge even the most arrogant frontmen. 

You quickly became a favorite, not only among the company but fans too. For asking real questions instead of the industry fed fluff. For making your guests feel comfortable and at ease with you on tv. For not being afraid to push. Artists respected you for not being a sellout, for knowing true music. By the time she started interviewing the Dead Rebels and Jisung, she had a reputation. The one who asked hard- hitting questions but also made them laugh. The one artists truly wanted to talk to. 

And with Jisung, it was different from the beginning. He played along with your humor, challenged you right back, and somehow just somehow, between interviews, late- night calls, and stolen moments at afterparties, things got personal. What started as a strictly professional relationship blurred into something neither of you could ignore. The industry loved your chemistry on camera- his effortless charm and clumsiness and your sharp wit made every meeting electric. Fans obsessed over your banter, creating theories that maybe he had a thing for you.

They had no idea how right they were.

You’re one of the most respectful rock interviewers, now, although you wrote when you could. Your friendliness with artists made you a big secret keeper, but the most dangerous one you’ve kept? 

You’re in love with a man your supposed to be objectively reporting on. Nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared you foy the storm that was Han Jisung. 

Dead Rebels had just exploded onto the scene with their debut album, Eulogy of the Wild. The band had a rep for backstage chaos and making teenage rebellion poetic. When you were first sent to interview them you expected another ego-driven freak who thought he was larger than life. What you got instead was Jisung- charismatic and entirely too observant for your comfort.

You could’ve sworn he’d never taken his eyes off you. had looked at you like he saw past your façade. Then you kept crossing paths in award shows, backstage events. He’d seek you out and you’d always forget to ask him one or two questions that lingered too long.  

“How does someone like you end up in a job, like this?” he asked once, during a cigarette break on the balcony. Both of you were at another party that you’d forgotten the name of. No cameras followed you this time.

“Someone like me?”

He nodded, leaning against the railing. “You’re too real for this industry. I mean, you don’t just ask questions and shit…you get people. Y’know?” you shrugged. “I like music. I like the truth. Simple as that.” Jisung nodded, flicking ash from his cigarette. “No one’s ever asked me the truth before you did that day.”

And bam!

Phone calls then lasted till odd hours where you talked about anything but work. Sneaking out of parties and events just to spend time together. Songs played only for you, in your hotel room where Jisung let down the rockstar persona and became himself. And then one night he kissed you. Just a peaceful lingering moment in the dim light of your apartment (yes, you had given him your address after he asked nicely more than seven times) with the weight of everything unspoken pouring out.

“This is a bad idea”, you had whispered against his lips. 

“Probably,” he murmured “But I’m still gonna do it again.”

And he did. Again, and again.

Jisung hated secrets and loving you and having to keep you as one was something that pissed him off even more. The media was already obsessed with his love life constantly linking him to models, actresses and fellow musicians.

“You need to stop making vague comments now, people are getting suspicious.” You had said one day, flipping through a tabloid in a hotel room. The headline roared, JISUNG’S SECERT MUSE, WHO IS SHE? Jisung groaned as he took it from her hands. “But I love watching them lose their heads.” You rolled your eyes. 

Ever since they embarked in a relationship there were too many close calls with the paparazzi. And the fights, over secrecy and the constant fear of being exposed. Y/N’s career could be ruined or the band’s image could be shaken. But their love was real. And no amount of cameras, tabloids or industry bullshit could change that.

-

“That’s a wrap!”, someone called out, and the tension in the room snapped as crew members bean moving equipment, conversations picking up around them. And so, the backstage lounge was clogged up with cigarette smoke once again as Jisung and his members lit blunts. Y/N’s heart was still pounding as she slid off her mic pack, the remnants of the interview still hanging as the last of the media crew packed up their equipment. Y/N sat across from Jisung as she handed a crew her mic. He looked at her. 

‘Another illusion well crafted, babe. I’m proud of you.’

You forced a professional smile. “I hope to see you around, rockstar.” You stood, smoothing out your blouse. “You heading out already?” he asked. You glanced over your shoulder meeting his gaze. “Yeah. Early flight tomorrow.” Jisung leaned back on the couch feigning nonchalance, but the way his fingers gripped the armrest betrayed him. “Shame. Guess I’ll be drinking alone tonight.” You smirked, turning back to the door. “Don’t do anything reckless, rockstar.” And you walked out ignoring the way his gaze burned on your skin.

-

 The elevator ride was quiet, save for the classics overhead. You pressed your lips together, steadying your breath. The soft ding signaled your arrival. You walked through the hotel lobby, head down, hood up. You were just another guest walking through. In your pocket your fingers brushed over the room number scrawled in Jisung’s lazy handwriting. When you reached the door, you knocked once. On your attempt to knock again the door cracked open.

There Jisung stood. Fresh out of the shower, his damp hair messily falling over his forehead, droplets still clinging to his skin. He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, revealing the sharp cut of his abs and the intricate designs of his tattoos. The air that wafted out of the room smelled like soap, cologne, and a faint trace of smoke, mixing with the heat from his shower. His eyes flickered over you, slow deliberate, like he was drinking you in.

“You’re late,” he murmured, voice hoarse yet laced with softness. Before you could respond he reached out, gripping your wrist and pulling you inside. The door clicked shut behind you, and Jisung used his other hand to twist the lock.

Your breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over your waist, firm enough to keep you in place. “Had to make it convincing,” you finally murmured, your pulse skyrocketing. His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Yeah?” low and teasing he stepped closer. “Oh, and by the way, that little eye roll earlier? Cute, but they’re gonna catch on one day.”

“And whose fault is that?”

His hands slid to the small of your back. “You make it really hard not to look at you the way I want to.” You exhaled sharply, letting your forehead rest against his. “Jisung…”  

“I know, baby.” He murmured. “Just us. Just for tonight, yeah?”

You answered by closing the distance between you. your lips melting with his, fingers tangling into his hair as he sighed into the kiss- like he’d been waiting all damn day. You both had. For the moments that didn’t always last. With no camera, no prying eyes and no pretending.

I feel dissatisfied with this...I feel like I could've done more. please try to enjoy. I'll do better next time.

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[f0urz0mbyz]

꙰ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 (Ronin 'Good' End Oneshot)

You did what had to be done, didn't you? *+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+*

Ronin made me do it.

It was such an easy escape. Ronin made me do it. It wasn’t a lie, was it? In the moment, you could feel transparent hands guide yours to Ronin’s. The hands helped yours grip around the knife. Phantom whispers danced in your head, pushing you forward. 

‘Stab me, darling. It would be so easy, so quick. It’s not like I’m the Devil, after all.’ 

Your hands trembled as you responded to the hell-bent Angel.

Ronin made me do it.

The Butcher smiled at you through crazed laughs when you had fallen for his spell. Your first kiss as lovers was poison. It tasted of metal, love, death and decay. When you love the rot, it eventually infects you. 

‘Consider this a courtesy. I’m going to kill you.’

The harsh pink text floated in your vision as your thoughts drifted. She was going to kill you, sending you to join the rot. The distinct pop of white pulled you back to your screen. An exclamation point next to a name that could not be active; goreboy, the recently deceased. Your hands shook as you scrolled through the messages. The decay started to root as you conversed with the remnant left behind. A remnant left to torment you after you had fallen for the rot‘s allure. 

You are predictable, after all. 

As hours floated out of your mind, the thoughts of Ronin didn’t. The pressure of hands would be felt on your shoulders, the whispering voice of teasing comfort flowing into your mind. You played along perfectly, Darling. He had said it himself to you and Angel. You were to be his ‘Make-A-Murderer’. His work of art, his muse. He had given you everything you ever wanted and he would be getting his reward. With everything given, something must be taken.

Ronin gave you his time, his attention. He gave you a muse, a perfect protagonist, a lover. Now it was his turn. He had been given his perfect little serial killer, a lover, and now he was going to claim what was left. 

At least, that’s what the decay desired. In the corner of your eye, in the reflection of your mirrors, he was always there. Angel never came, and soon, you never left. Your single-home became the home of two; the decay and the rot. He was always with you cooing from the dark corners of your mind; watching and whispering from the shadows. Your bed became your safe space, curling into a safe cocoon. He wouldn’t bother you here in the warmth of safety. 

Unfortunately, no fortress lasts forever. Eventually, small cracks form that can be exploited. His false weight on the bed shifted the cocoon, destroying the safety. His hands crept up to your face, bringing your attention to the apparition in your bed. 

I gave you everything you could ever want. Now, we can have that forever. Aren’t you happy, Darling? 

Ronin leaned forward, cold lips placing themselves against your own. The final kiss of a couple should be filled with sadness of departure and nostalgia. This wasn’t the end, it would be a new beginning. In this, the rot of the first kiss had strengthened. Venom and suffocating love consumed your senses. He hadn’t lied to you. You had gotten everything you wanted. Love, a great story, and now, you’d have a fantastical ending. However, there was one thing he had lied about. 

He truly was,

The Devil.

~ a one shot by f0ur-zombyz

[her-soliloquies]

Here's that video of Bradley James swinging his baseball bat like a sword at Big Slick KC

I have no idea if this is the reason for merlin trending BUT you can't tell me this fine man shouldn't be trending anyway!

[morningstargirl666]

hii !!!! do u know any klaroine fics like into eternity by you?? a fic where caroline chooses klaus / klaus is endgame but it follows the original story?? like i dont want an au ! i hope i'm making sense! thank you so much if you answer <3333

Hmmm I think I can think of a few, some are wips tho.

Persistence of Memory by perfectpro / @helpless-in-sleep

Complete. One-shot. Caroline visits Klaus in New Orleans after the last time they saw each other was when they had a fight (they've been bumping into other for years by this point). Doesn't realise his radio silence was not in fact anger, but because he'd completely forgotten her thanks to a spell. Mikaelson siblings guest star, post-canon divergence that really shows that Klaus will fall in love with her no matter the circumstances. There's a detail about his rosary necklace he always wears that I won't spoil but damn, did it change my brain chemistry.

Someone's First Choice by unpublishnovelist

WIP. Multichap. Not finished yet, but really promising. Caroline visits Klaus in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and its beautiful. We love our girl getting what she deserves. I'm so excited for more updates of this.

Does forever work for you? by meet_the_girl_who_can

Complete. One-shot. AU from when Liz dies. Klaus visits her at the funeral and she chooses to leave with him for New Orleans.

throw roses into the abyss by marxandangels / @marxandangels

WIP. Multichap. Another Caroline goes to New Orleans after her mom's death and decides to stay there. Some real iconic scenes in this one, and it continues on, spanning months/years into their relationship. Really good read.

From The Eastern Mountains by Cupcakemolotov / @cupcakemolotov

Complete. One-shot. Smut included, if I remember correctly. Caroline and Klaus keep bumping into each other across the world. The (christmas?) market scene lives rent free in my head. Absolutely iconic.

Wayfarer by perfectpro / @helpless-in-sleep

Another cute little one-shot where they bump into each other in Paris. Perfection.

There's tons more but these are the first that come to mind, some even inspired Into Eternity in some ways. I'll stop there cause I think I'm just going to end up reccing fics I've already recced before. Check out my bookmarks on AO3 and filter by the vampire diaries if you want more - I tend to bookmark everything I read and enjoy.

[notalittlebutalottie]

Grazing XII: The Final Chapter (AO3)

Unlike their last goodbye, there isn’t a little note perched on Klaus’ pillow in place of him. Instead, Caroline wakes to the gentle stirring beneath her and Klaus’ fingers sleepily tracing the curve of her back. His chest rises as he takes a disorientated breath before settling into a contented smile at the sight of her. Caroline can only blink at him in return. She wonders if this is a taste of a normal life. Not the small-town, step-by-step picture book she previously had in mind but the life in which Klaus is present, the life in which she sets foot on his doorstep with every intention to embrace her immortality.

After almost four years, the end is here.

[jamsudreams]

I'm With You Chapter 4

Story Summary: Set in 2x02 but instead of Damon finding Caroline Klaus does.

Read in AO3

[thorns-and-rosewings]

I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!! MY REAPER KILLCODE STORY IS NOW UP!!!

For anyone who doesn't remember him, it's this version of KC...

If you're interested be sure to have a read! I'm honestly just happy I FINALLY wrote something after so long...

[tegandumpleton]

Now that we're all caught up, here is the title page for my latest fic: Sadness Runs Through

A Killcode-centered story involving KC and the SAMS version of Junebug!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61657819/chapters/157618099

While working at the soup kitchen, KC meets a human named Jude Dewitt. She's rude, prickly, and chews way too much gum. She also hates animatronics. But they'll both need each other's help to survive. Especially when the Creator shows up.

All leading up to Blood Moon's reappearance

This story is canon-compliant. It starts around the time KC begins working at the soup kitchen and continues after KC's death at the hands of Bloodmoon.

[klaroveins]

Was it casual when he allowed her to drink his blood straight from the vein while she was dying?

Was it casual when he came all the way from New Orleans for her graduation in Mystic Falls?

Was it casual when he allowed Tyler Lockwood to come back to Mystic Falls even though he was in love with Caroline but understood she was in love with Tyler and only wanted her to be happy?

Was it casual when Tyler was her first love but he intended to be her last?

Was it casual when he offered to show her anywhere around the world, Paris, Rome and Tokyo?

Was it casual when he drew a beautiful picture of her even after she insulted him and didn’t give in to his charms easily?

Was it casual when he let his guard down with her considering he was a paranoid person and she hated him?

Was it casual when he constantly pursued her even when she hated him?

Was it casual when he sacrificed one of his Hybrids that he’d spent centuries working to create, just for a single date with her?

Was it casual when before his death, they shared one final kiss?

Was it casual when she believed he was worth being saved?

Was it casual when she always knew he was never the villain in her story?

NOTHING ABOUT KLAROLINE WAS CASUAL.

[definedareasofuncertainty]

hi frienddd❤️ (im totally gonna spam your ask box but feel free to choose whichever lyric you wanna use)

guilty as sin

messy top lip kiss , how i long for our trysts

without ever touching his skin , how can i be guilty as sin

Also for @galvanizedfriend who asked for these lyrics too

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She wasn’t doing anything wrong.

In fact, she wasn’t even doing anything. It wasn’t as if she had acted upon any of the… interesting ideas her brain had decided to come up with to torment her late at night. She would chalk it all up to some temporary insanity and, honestly, given the amount of trauma and stress she had gone through ever since she had literally died and come back as a creature of nightmares… it wasn’t as if she could be blamed.

Right?

Caroline held back a sigh, slumping in her chair as she gripped tight onto the table, careful not to break it in her frustration. She could leave. She should leave. Except… she had decided being home all alone was too dangerous given the directions her mind had started to wander, and she could really use the distraction of being around other people.

If only the person she was trying to distract herself from hadn’t decided on a night out as well.

Klaus was shooting pool, out of all things. His siblings playing against him. It seemed almost unreal watching these creatures who seemed to be older than time squabbling and bickering. But what looked very real was Klaus’ backside every time he leaned towards the table.

She bit her lowerlip, her traitorous eyes refusing to look away. God. This was getting ridiculous.

Awful, despicable men who ran her (now ex) boyfriend out of town should not have perfect shoulder-to-waist ratio. Their shirts should not cling to their biceps like that. And they most definitely weren’t allowed to have curls like an angel’s falling over their forehead like that.

She watched as he threw some barb or another after a perfect shot, transfixed. And her gaze must have been burning holes into his back, because he turned around, searching her. And curving his lips into the most sinful smirk when he caught her staring.

Caroline bit down a groan.

He was awful. Terrible. Disgusting. She had to remember that.

Even if Tyler was off to god knows where with god knows who. Even if he had broken up with her through a phone call. Even if her bed felt far too empty and lonely and cold. And even if her mind had become particularly creative and convincing and really, what would a thousand years of experience even feel like?

And maybe, if she just went there once to get this itching done with, she could get this out of her head and move on and-

Nope. Not going there.

She forced herself to close her eyes, even as her breath quickened, images pouring in her brain in flashes of kisses and entangled limbs and the overwhelming scent of him. And-

Caroline opened her eyes to find Klaus sitting across from her at her table, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Good evening, love.”

[niamh-writes-things]

anywayz new chapter of keep calm and carry on LETS GO

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