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[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fic: The Wolf III [18/21]

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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[barbara-gordons]

Queen of the People

Caroline would do anything for her poor excuse of a father. Even becoming the future Queen to Klaus Mikaelson.

word count: 3.3k+

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Despite Caroline’s known reputation for being a people person, she was not in fact a people person. Sure, she organized galas and tried on dresses a bit more often than a normal girl, but its not necessarily because she wanted to do them. Having a family like hers meant fighting harder for their name on a list. Or for anything, really. But Caroline wouldn’t complain. Why should she? People like that never win. But sometimes Caroline didn’t know if there was anything to win.

But she had to ignore those thoughts, and stick her feet into those tiny, tiny heels. Like now, as she tried to listen to her friend Katherine’s rant about the lack of humble men at the party they were currently at.

   “Look at him, Caroline. Sure, he has a nice suit. But that’s it! And look at his face - mediocre at best. I wouldn’t even allow my maiden workers to date him. What a pig.” Katherine said, the cruel words slipping out of her mouth like nothing.

 “Katherine,” Caroline sighed, “I’m sure he’s a nice man. You haven’t even spoken to him. Or to any man at this ball for that matter.”

“I don’t need to speak to him to know how much of a prick he is. It’s all in the posture, Care. They way they walk - how they step into a room like they own the place. Please. My father earns more in a day then they do in a year.” There was a beautiful scowl on Katherine’s face as she said this. There was usually one on her face. Katherine Pierce - beautiful, intelligent, talented, rich - but cruel, mean, and selfish. “I guess I’ll go talk to that one, he looks familiar. I think he’s a Salvatore.” she pointed her finger at a handsome blonde across the room. “I’ll see you later, Caroline.”

And now she was stuck in this overpriced ball alone. It wasn’t odd for Katherine to run off with a man despite talking bad about them, but she had hoped one of these days Katherine would stay with her for the duration of the party. So she wouldn’t be forced to conversate with the rich socialites that hated her purely because she wasn’t born with a silver spoon attached to her.

Caroline picked up her wine glass and moved to talk to Hayley, someone who just shamed her for not being able to afford the finest dresses, and not for having a condemned father. But before she could make a step, she was interrupted.

“Hi, I’m Rebekah.” The accented stranger said, clad with the finest clothing. Unlike what most people would think, Caroline wasn’t that good at recognizing designer clothing. But even her fashion deficient mind could tell what the gorgeous newcomer was wearing was worth of royalty.

“Um, I’m Caroline,” she said, flustered. “I’m sorry but, have we met? I don’t think I’ve seen you around this social crowd.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m here with Marcellus Gerard. I wouldn’t have normally come to this type of gathering, its a bit below my tastes. Anyways, have you heard of him? He’s my fiance.”

Had Caroline heard of him? Oh yes. Marcellus Gerard was one of the most prestigious bachelors of the country. Well, according to this new information, he wasn’t a bachelor anymore. And here she was, talking to his fiance. Clearly a rich one, which could be told from the way she acted like this world class ball was nothing but a mere cheap gathering. She was also quite beautiful. Her eyes pierced in a way that made Caroline think if she was asked to get out of here with her, she wouldn’t say no.

“Yes, I’ve heard of him. He knows my best girl friend, Katherine Pierce.”

Rebekah’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “You’re friends with that monstrosity of a whore? No offense to you Caroline, but she’s screwed more of my friends than I can count.”

This comment left Caroline quite surprised. No woman looking to marry up would speak like that in such a public event. But perhaps she was not marrying up, but marrying down.

“I’d prefer you not talk about her like that. She may be a whore in your terms, but she is still my friend.” Caroline spit out, not even shocked at her own behavior. She was a classy lady at most times, but cross her friends and she’d make you regret it.

Rebekah didn’t take what she said as seriously as Caroline did, the corners of her lips rising as she replied. “I like you. Classy. Snarky. You’d make a great Queen. But back what I came over here to say,” she sat her own wine glass on the nearby table. “You see that cocky little blonde fellow over there?” Rebekah looked over to the right, her eyes urging Caroline to look.

And she was so glad she did. There stood possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever laid her eyes on. Beautiful blonde curled hair, dark eyes that could see into the darkest parts of your soul, and thick seductive lips. The suit he was wearing only added to his allure, fitting him in all the right places.

“What about him?” She said, her voice quiet as if he could hear her as far away as he was.

“That’s my brother, Klaus. He hasn’t stopped talking about you all might. ‘Look at her’ this, ‘What a beauty’ that - it’s exhausting. I was hoping you’d talk to him and get him to shut his mouth. I have to hear it enough already.” this

“He’s interested in me?” Caroline was shocked. It wasn’t because she thought she was ugly, she definitely was not. Caroline Forbes was one of the most beautiful girls in the city, and that’s speaking humbly. But in this world, beauty didn’t attract suitors. Money did. And since Caroline herself was the reason she could afford to get in this party, she didn’t exactly have a lot of men lining up at her door. “Are you sure? He does know I don’t come from old money, correct?”

Rebekah flicked her hair across her shoulder. “Oh, he’s interested. And sweetheart, of course he knows. I could tell from the quality of that dress that you picked it up from some boutique and didn’t have it tailored. Now go talk to him, I don’t have all night. Marcel is waiting for me.”

Rebekah spun around and left without allowing Caroline to say a word, not even looking back to see if she had followed her orders.

Caroline looked back at Klaus, wondering if she should talk to him. He was now sporting a smirk, common among egotistical men she had often met. But as she looked around for other options, she decided it was best to indulge in the part of her that thought about nothing else but men and romance.

A burst of temporary confidence burst through her as she walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hi. I’m Caroline.” Her smile said a million words, possibly the brightest thing in that ballroom.

Klaus turned around to look at her, his eyes raking up and down her body. “Well hello there love. I’m Klaus, but I’m guessing you already know that from my wretch of a sister. Let me guess, she told you that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and that I wish to marry you someday, however long it takes.”

Caroline’s smile faltered. ‘Uh, yeah. Sort of.”

“Well,” his face slowly turned into a rotten grin. “She was correct.”

Damn it. Caroline thought. He’s gorgeous, has the voice of an angel, and is annoyingly charming.

“She also told me that you were annoying, and that you couldn’t shut your mouth.”

“I couldn’t shut my mouth about you, of course.”

Caroline couldn’t hide her genuine grin from appearing. Not the fake one she was too used to showing, but her actual happy smile. She had barely been speaking to him for a minute, yet something about him made her happier than most men could ever dream of.

“Do you want to dance?”

And with that, Caroline dragged Klaus on to the ballroom dance floor, and they danced.

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    They ended up dancing for hours, something Caroline had never done. Even Katherine showed surprise when they bumped into each other and she was still there. And the truth was, Caroline never wanted to leave. She was having the time of her life and she didn’t want the high to end. But as they say, good things always come to an end.

                 “I have to go, I need to check on my father.” Caroline whispered to Klaus, slightly love drunk from their torrid evening.

                 “Are you sure? You can’t stay a little longer?” Klaus whispered as well, the night having the same effect on him.

                 “I can’t. You don’t understand. My father … I need to check on him.”

                 “Very Well. I have … business I need to take care of later tonight anyways. Stay safe for me, love.”

             Caroline blushed at the term of endearment. It wasn’t a unique or particularly special pet name, but they way he said it when he looked at her made the butterflies in her stomach go wild.  

             “Will you be at the next party in this district? I heard Bonnie Bennett is hosting a gala for her engagement to Malachi Parker.” Caroline looked at him hopefully, wanting to at least see him again. Maybe next time she’ll wear a prettier dress.

              “For you, Caroline, I’ll go to the next thousand parties in the district. No matter how much my sister complains.”

               Caroline softly smiled. “I’ll see you, then.”

               “I’ll see you.”

The lights were turned on when Caroline arrived home. The lights were never turned on when she got home. Her father, as garbage as he was, always had a strict bedtime schedule for himself. The one good quality about him, her mother used to say before she ditched him and Caroline for a richer suitor and moved across the country.

             That fact made it all more worrisome when she saw unfamiliar horses outside the house.

Hurrying inside the house, she rose her voice to a rate where no self righteous man could ignore her.

       “What are you people doing inside my home?” She quickly found her father and stood in front of him, like that would make the intruders simply leave them alone.

       “We’ve got orders from His Majesty's secretary that we arrest him for not paying his debt.” The man who spoke was clearly the head of the nethanderals, his badges just the tiniest shiner than the rest.  

.   Caroline flipped her head to her father, rage filling her eyes.

            “Debt? Really Father? What for now? Betting on the horse races? Alcohol?”

“You were right by the first guess, m’am.” One of the men said, an impatient tone in his voice.

    She turned her anger filled gaze over to the man who interrupted her. “Was I talking to you?”

       The clear heat in her voice made him back down, his gaze falling to the floor.

  Caroline turned her head back to her father, and spoke to him in a whisper. “How could you do this? Do you know how hard I’ve been working to try to pull your reputation out of the gutter?” “Caroline, darling- you don’t understand how hard it's been for me. I’ve- ”

“How hard its been? For you? You did this! How about how hard its been for me? Suffering at the choices of my failure of a father!” She took a deep breath and tried to organize her thoughts. “You know what? Its okay. I’ll handle this.”

At that, she turned around and flashed her biggest smile at the soldiers. “Boys. I’m sure we can figure something out. It's a lovely evening, after all. Wouldn’t you rather spend your time out at a party instead of arresting a good man for an incident that can be easily solved.”

“I’m afraid not m’am.” A soldier said. :”We got orders from his Majesty himself.”

“You said his Majesty’s secretary. Not his Majesty himself.” This was a stretch, Caroline knew, but she had to try something. She couldn’t let her father be taken.

And why did his Majesty care so much about an old man’s gambling debts?

“That’s pretty much the same thing miss. Now like you said, we do have parties we’d rather be at so if you’d let us take him in we could be there sooner.” He stepped forward, signaling for the rest of the men grab him.

             “Take me instead.”

Caroline had no idea why she said that. It would probably be best if he was taken in. Less problems for her, less problems for everyone.

But he is her father, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him rotting in some jail cell. She would do anything for him. Even taking his place.

The soldiers looked at each other, exasperated looks on their faces.

“How about we take both of you, ask whoever's in charge to decide? This could take a while and I have a reception to attend.” The lead one asked, running his hand through his hair.

Satisfied, Caroline nodded her head and allowed the armed men to take both her and her father into custody.

--

The location they had taken them to was much nicer than Caroline expected. Heck, it was carpeted. And not cheap carpet either. Beautiful imported carpet. It was of royal caliber. And that was saying something, considering Caroline had never expected to find carpet of all things so beautiful that she described it as of royal caliber.

It was also heavily guarded, which was to be expected, considering it held criminals. But the guards were decorated. Heavily decorated, enough to where the shiny medals the soldiers who took her in wore were considered cheap.

When her and her father were led into a room that held the royal crest on its door, that’s when it hit her.

She was in the royal dungeon.

She chastised herself for not realizing it sooner, although the class of the area made it seem like an ordinary office instead of a dark dungeon that held the scariest criminals. And that posed another question - Why was her father in the royal dungeons when he was arrested for illegal horse betting, and not murder?

Her curiosity was soon replaced with fear as they were alone in that room.

Her father had not said a word yet, and she preferred it that way. She cared for him, yes - but he was the one who had gotten them in that situation in the first place. She wasn’t ready to forgive yet, not this soon.

Caroline opened her mouth to reprimand her father when the door started to open. She quickly closed her mouth but it opened again in shock when she saw who opened that door.

Klaus.

He moved swiftly to the other side of the table in front of them, a masked emotion on his face.

It was clear he didn’t expect Caroline.

But the look on his face as he glanced over to her father said the opposite.

Klaus was a beautiful man. Something Caroline definitely learned after spending the evening with him. And look of pure and utter hate that covered his face as he looked at Caroline’s dad wasn’t any different. Even in the ugliest mood, Klaus could look as heavenly as a God.

Which made Caroline’s mood very inappropriate for the situation they were in.

But she spoke anyways, hoping to ignore the dreamy good looks of the man in front of her and save her father.

“Take me instead.”

Klaus’s gaze returned to her, an annoyed look on his face. “Caroline, love - what the bloody hell are you thinking?”

“Don’t call my daughter that. How the hell do you even know her name yet? She hasn’t be registered!” Caroline’s dad had an almost brave look on his face. Caroline would be proud if he actually was brave.

“Father, it’s fine. We’re … acquaintances.” She said to him, unsure of how to tell her father ‘We danced all night at a ball and I’m pretty sure he’s the most beautiful man I’m highly sure I’ll ever see in my life.’ And to Klaus she said, “I’m protecting my father. What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

He smirked. “I forgot. You don’t know who I am.” He crossed his arms together and sat back in the chair. “Long Story short - I’m Prince Mikaelson. And your father owes me quite a lot of money.”

He was Prince Mikaelson.

The soon to be crowned prince.

Caroline didn’t know why she didn’t realize sooner. Sure, he had been kept out of the media his entire life in order to prepare for his future duties as king - but she should’ve seen the signs.

But she was too distracted by the piercing eyes of the man sitting in front of her. Damn him.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. She was tempted to stop, to let her father be detained in the name of royalty. Then looked her father in the eyes. And she knew she couldn’t live knowing he was rotting in a cage. “Well still - take me instead. I’m sure I’m a fitting payment for the debts.”

“You shouldn’t have to be a payment for his debts.” Klaus looked over at her father, disgust in his eyes “What about you? Are you going to let your daughter do this? Waste the rest of her life to pay your debts?”

Like the useless pile of junk her dad was, he stayed quiet and looked down at the floor.

Klaus scoffed at the silence. “Fine. But since Caroline did nothing wrong, I offer up a different version of .. payment.”

At the silence of Caroline, he continued on.

“In order to become King, I must have a Queen. A Queen that looks good in the media. A woman of the people. It’s something that my father commands. But I’d also like that Queen to likable to me.” He paused, leaning forward on his elbows. “That’s you, Caroline.”

Caroline blinked in shock. “Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If what you’re thinking is that I’m offering you the role as my Queen, than yes.’

She didn’t know what to say. Klaus Mikaelson, future King of her entire country, was asking her to marry him and become his Queen.

“Can I think on it?” She took a deep breath, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Of course you can. But until then, your father will have to be in a holding cell until you make your decision.” Klaus stood up, walking towards the door.

Until Caroline’s father yelled out in protest.

“You can’t hold me in here,” he yelled out widely, fear present in his eyes. “Caroline - please. Take his offer. Please.”

The tension in the room was thick. There was Klaus, disgusted that a father could tell out his daughter like that. That he could try to take away Caroline’s decision and consent to do this. Then Caroline, who was internally conflicted. She could leave, walk away to make her decision. But her father might never forgive her. And she could say yes, her father free the role of a future Queen bearing weight on her shoulders. And Caroline’s dad Bill, who cared about nothing but his freedom.

Both the men in the room looked at Caroline, waiting for a decision. But the only thing Caroline could think about is when she was 9.

It was the perfect age for her. Caroline’s mom was alive, and her father hadn’t fallen off the deep end. It was pure bliss for her. Staying up with her mother reading her favorite childhood  books, and getting up early with her dad to study and learn. It was a time she hadn’t appreciated enough. A time she wish she had now.

Thinking of those times, of all the knowledge - she decided.

‘Yes, I’ll do it.” She said to Klaus. “I’ll marry you. I’ll be your Queen.”

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[btchcake]

Hello my lovelies :) If you like crime/romance genre, read my fanfiction. this is my first attempt to write something decent, so yeah. give it a try.  :) #Klaroline 

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11701873/1/Stuck-With-You

[jomosfamilyjewels]

sex operator hotline and neighbors with thin walls. Klaroline

Okay so this took on a life of its own! A little drabble turned into a One Shot, which…will most likely be a two shot, depending on how you all respond to it!

Hope you like my little twist on this prompt and the smutty goodness I’ve included!!

(***)

For A Good Time Call

It wasn’t her only job and not one that she would particularly broadcast to the public that she was involved in, but when your roommate suddenly moves out to move in with her boyfriend, well…desperate times and all that.

“You’ll be fine, Caroline,” Bonnie tried to soothe her friend. “I’m just a couple miles away and Kol and I can help out whenever you need us.”

Caroline sat on the couch, her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin resting on her knees. She’s trying to act nonchalant, but she’s never been one to keep her feelings to herself. Even if she doesn’t say anything, her sad puppy dog eyes and occasional sniffle gave her displeasure away.

“I know,” she whined, “but it’s just not going to be the same.”

“This is a great place, Care. You’ll find a new roommate in no time.”

“Not the point, Bonnie.” She got up and walked to the kitchen, her hands flailing out to the side dramatically. “It doesn’t matter if Chris Evans himself wants to move in with me, he’s not you.”

Bonnie listed her head to the side and folded her arms across her chest, a constant tell of hers when she’s annoyed with Caroline’s antics. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?”

Caroline’s hands paused on the cupboard doors and she turned her head to glare at her friend. “Do you even know me?!”

Bonnie laughed and shook her head. “Caroline,” she said her name again, but this time a bit softer. She walked over to her friend who was whizzing around the kitchen to make some tea. She placed her hand on top of hers and the blonde broke down. She spun on her heels and wrapped her arms around Bonnie’s neck.

“I love you,” Bonnie whispered.

“I love you too,” Caroline returned. “But I do NOT love Kol! That best friend stealing son of a-”

She didn’t finish, but just sobbed into her friend’s arms.

“I’ll visit lots.”

Apparently when Bonnie says “lots”, she means once or twice within a couple months. The minute she moved in, Kol whisked her away to some stupid beach that his family owns out on Martha’s Vineyard. And then after that her workload doubled and she couldn’t get away from the office.

She tried to help Caroline find a roommate, even suggested Kol’s sister Rebekah, but after meeting her one time she decided she’d rather gouge her eyes out then have to deal with that spoiled blonde princess. This house was not big enough for two of her.

She put an ad out but was unimpressed with her selection. Some creepy professor at their local college who reeked of bourbon and a sad, sad life. A bartender down the street who was way too hot for his own good and she most definitely would’ve ended up in bed with him and that’s just messy.

After a couple months she realized her pickiness in selecting a new roomie, was starting to hit her savings account at an unnatural speed. Her luck finally changed, however, when she ran into an old friend of hers from high school.

“Elena?”

“Caroline?” the brunette smiles and wraps an arm around her neck. “How are you? It’s been so long.”

“I’m doing well,” she says and puts on her best winning-at-life smile. “How have you been?”

“So great! Damon Salvatore and I…you remember Damon, right?” Caroline nods. How could she forget the infamous bad boy college man that Elena was banging all through high school?

“You two are still together?”

“Oh, God no,” Elena dismisses. “Talk about an asshole. I could only handle his ‘I treat everyone like shit except for you’ bullshit for so long.” She rolls her eyes. “But we did start this new business together.”

“What kind of business?”

“It’s a little different, and definitely not something I would’ve ventured out to start on my own. I needed someone a little shady to get the right clientele.”

Caroline’s eyes open wide and she stares at her old friend. “What are you involved in, Elena?” Caroline’s motherly tone takes over. Even after all this time she can’t help but feel protective of her high school friend.

“Oh nothing dangerous,” Elena laughs. “Or illegal,” she adds when Caroline opens her mouth to question.

“Okay, so what is it?”

Elena looks around and leans in close, whispering three words she would have never ever guessed that the sweet, innocent Elena would be involved in.

“Phone sex operator.”

Caroline’s eyes grow wide once more. “What!?”

“Don’t judge,” Elena points a finger at her.

“I- I’m not judging,” she puts her hands up in surrender. “I’m just…surprised is all.”

“I would be too. I mean…it’s not like Elena Gilbert has ever been the type. But that’s just it. When I’m on the phone, I don’t have to be Elena Gilbert.” She laughs, and lifts her eyebrows at Caroline. “I can be Anastasia Beaver or Tina Texas or…Vicky Donovan.”

Caroline laughs when she uses the name of their high school trollop. The same trollop that set her preying eyes on Elena’s younger brother Jeremy.

“I bet Vicky would be a great addition to your team though.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Elena says pointedly but with a smirk. “But, I think Vicky’s like some high powered lawyer out in Atlanta now.”

“Yeah?” Caroline says, a little impressed with the news. “She was always smart, despite her extra curricular activities.”

“What about you?” Elena inquires.

“Hm?”

“You want to make a little extra money?”

“Oh…no,” Caroline quickly admonishes the idea.

“We could use a sultry voice like yours…it’s great money,” Elena tries to entice her.

“I’ll think about it.”

(***)

3 months later…

“Kol, can you get the door please?!”

Bonnie is bustling in the kitchen, adding spices to a large pot. She’s never been a great cook but for some reason soups are her specialty. Something about adding a sprinkle of this and a dash of that, it’s comforting, and Kol is her biggest fan.

“This soup is magical, Bonnie!”

She adds a few more dashes of cumin and a hint of nutmeg before returning the lid and moving to the cutting board to finish up the salad, when there’s another knock at the door.

“Kol?! Answer the door!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he hollers back to her.

A few moments later he enters the kitchen - a taller, more sophisticated version of himself close behind.

“Klaus! Hey, you made it!” she says and greets the newcomer with a hug.

“Barely,” he laughs. “The traffic from downtown was horrendous.” He hands Bonnie a bottle of wine. “Hope this goes well with what you’re making.”

“It’s perfect,” she beams and practically floats over to the wine cabinet to grab a few glasses.

Klaus Mikaelson, the travel editor for the city’s largest newspaper, was one of four brothers in the Mikaelson family. Being the middle child, Bonnie always associated him as the lone wolf. Elijah and Finn being close in age and Kol having their sister Rebekah as a playmate growing up, left Klaus alone to dabble in his arts and writing. It paid off, and the eccentric vagabond has lived a pretty carefree and exciting life.  

“I’m glad you could make it over tonight. It feels like we haven’t seen you in months.”

“It has been months, Bon,” Kol chimes in. “And you know Niklaus, he’s always flitting from here to there, never staying in one place for too long.”

Bonnie hands them all a wine glass before taking a sip.

“Actually, I have some news,” Klaus tells them. They look at him with raised eyebrows and a hint of expectation. “They’re promoting me to Senior Editor.”

“Wonderful!”

“That’s fantastic, mate!”

“Yes, our current Editor finally realized there’s more to life than the newspaper.”

“Perfect for you since you have no life,” Kol chides.

The brothers clink glasses, with Klaus in complete agreement of Kol’s presumption about his life. He really doesn’t have much going on besides the paper, but it’ll be nice to not have to travel anymore. He’s seen places he never thought he would and was able to experience things that most only dream about. However, there is no Mrs. Mikaelson to greet him when he gets home or travel with him to a multitude of destinations. He doesn’t have girls waiting for him in every country like his little brother assumes. For the most part, he keeps to himself and the only woman that’s been keeping him company as of late was Katherine.

They’ve only spoken on the phone, but her sexy voice and easy conversations keep him calling most nights. It wasn’t only about the phone sex, although that’s amazing, but they also talk about their days and what plans they may have on the weekends. Her laugh is contagious and she has a certain naivety about her despite the phone sex operator gig. She could very well be playing him by keeping him on the phone and racking up the charges, but he doesn’t mind, she’s nice company. He takes on a disguise himself, falsifying an American accent so he can pretend to be someone else as well.

Pathetic, right?

A handsome guy like Klaus Mikaelson could just walk across the street and get a date. But he doesn’t have the time and one lonely night he found Katherine’s ad. He told himself just one time. That he was in a mood and wanted the company, but after talking with her he not only found her incredibly sexy but bright, funny and a bit enigmatic.

Conversation aside, she really knows how to get him going. One night in particular will stay with him for quite some time.

“Sounds like you had a long day?” she asked, after listening to him rant about the shitty transportation system in Seattle. He was there to write a story on a small destination island in the San Juans.

“The longest,” he replied. “But…”

“Buuut?”

“…I’m sure you can help me relieve some of the tension.”

She hummed into the phone, a signal of understanding between the two of them that things were about to get serious. “I’m sure I can help in that department,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“I just bought it today, just for you,” she told him. “Do you like satin and lace?”

“Is it black?” he asked.

“Of course,” she responded, and added a little giggle at the end, feigning shyness.

“What does it look like?”

“Well, first off…it doesn’t cover much,” she told him.

“Ya don’t say?”

“Mm-hmm,” she purred. “In fact, I’m not even sure why I bothered putting it on at all. It leaves little to the imagination.”

“Describe it to me.”

“You’re awfully demanding this evening,” she teased.

“I thought you liked it when I told you what to do?”

She laughed and hummed, “Mmm, yeah…I love it when you’re forceful.”

“Then describe it to me, so that I know exactly what I want you to take off first.”

“It’s loose and flowy around my breasts, a cropped babydoll-type shirt?” she replied. “My nipples can be seen through the sheer fabric, and the bottom of my breasts are peeking out underneath.”

“Loving the sound of that,” Klaus growled.  

“I knew you would.”

“What else?”

“My stomach is bare, and I’m wearing the tiniest pair of satin panties - barely anything there - and the black heels I’m wearing-”

“You’re wearing heels?”

“Of course, how else would I make my legs look this long,” she explained.

“I bet you do have long legs.”

“Mm-hmm, they’re creamy and soft and all they want to do is wrap around your waist.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m standing in front of a mirror in my bedroom, admiring myself. The bed is behind me and I’m imagining you sitting there watching me.”

“I am watching you. You’re running your hands up and down your body.”

“I am, and I’m doing a little dance for you too.”

“Is it slow?”

“The slowest.”

“Mmm, I can see it. God you’re amazing.”

“What are you wearing?” She asked him.  

“Nothing but my skivvies, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah? Is your cock in your hands yet or do I need to pull it out for you?”

“You should definitely do it for me. But first, take off your top.”

“I’m standing at the end of the bed now and slowly untying the satin bow between my breasts.”

“Mmm.”

“One breast, then both are free now and I’m running my hands up my body and grabbing them. Massaging them as I continue to dance.”

“My cock is begging for you.”

“I’m crawling up the bed now and toward you…slowly…my ass high in the air as I kiss my way up your body. Can you feel how soft my lips are and how warm my tongue is against your thigh?”

“Yes, can you see how hard I am for you?”

“Of course I can, your head is peeking out, taunting me to wrap my wet mouth around it.”

“Do it, put that dirty mouth on my cock.”

“Just my tongue. It’s lightly flicking the tip and mmm, you taste divine.”

“Put your hand on it…stroke me.”

“As you wish,” she obliged.

Klaus placed his own hand on his dick, stroking and imagining her doing it for him.  

“You’re so hard and big in my small hands…I can barely cover you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…and all I can think about is how amazing you’ll feel inside me.”

This perked Klaus up even more, his cock growing larger as the image of burying himself inside her began to play inside his head.

“I’m still stroking but continuing to kiss up your body and toward your neck. Grab my breasts and rub them do you feel how hard my nipples are.”

“My mouth is begging to suck them.”

“Then suck them as I straddle you. Put your hands on my ass and help me grind against you.”

Klaus growled again, imagining the long-legged temptress riding on top of him. She moaned into the phone, “Oh God, your cock feels so good against my clit. I’m so wet and ready for you.”

“Take your panties off,” he commanded.

“You do it! Tear them off of me so I can dip your tip inside of me.”

“You’re amazing, Katherine.”

“It’s Caroline,” she cooed into the phone. “My name is actually…,” her breath is ragged. “…Caroline.”

It took a moment for him to realize what just happened. She told him her real name. Which changed the game completely.

“Caroline…” he said her name and heard her moan into the phone. “Are you touching yourself, Caroline?”

“Y-Yesss, say my name again.” It was her turn to be demanding.

“Are you soaking wet and begging for me to be there for real…Caroline?” he taunted, loving this new twist to their little game.

“I’m drenched, and I’ve wanted you for real for so long!”

“Do you wish I was hovering over you, ready to place my long, hard cock inside you?”

“Yes, nice and slow at first until you’ve filled me to the brim.”

Klaus’ strokes got harder and faster, as he pictured himself over her. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” he told her.

“Fuck me!” she yelled into the phone. “Make me cum!”

“You’re so hot and tight. I’m fucking you, Caroline. Can you feel me?”

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”

“Rub that little clit for me, Caroline,” he shifted to reality, listening to her gasp and moan into the phone. “Rub it so hard that your body convulses.”

“And grab your cock,” she told him. “Stroke it so hard while picturing me naked, on my bed. My fingers are dancing between my folds while I’m inserting a finger into my wet hole.”

“Oh my God,” he growled.

“Take me there, Klaus!” she yelled his name. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Soon their words disappeared and the only sounds being made were panting, moaning and the occasional words of encouragement. It was nothing like any of their previous phone calls, it felt…genuine.

“I’m almost there!”

“Me too! Keep stroking that cock! You’re so deep inside me! You’re going to make me cum!”

The noises that came from him as he exploded, the sounds that came from her as she did the same, were pure euphoria. Gasping into the phones as they reached their peaks and orgasmed simultaneously.

There was a long pause afterward, both catching their breath.

“That was…incredible,” he finally said.

She laughed, that beautiful laugh he’d come to adore. So genuine and full of life. “I can’t believe I told you my real name.”

“I’m glad that you did,” he laughed too. “It’s beautiful.”

“When will I hear from you again?” she asked.

“After tonight? I’m sure I’ll be calling again soon. Take care Caroline.”

“You too, Klaus.”

Since that night, it’s always been Caroline. Katherine is a thing of the past and so is his dating life. He wouldn’t say he is obsessed with her, but if the phone sex is that good, he can only imagine what the real thing would be like.

He’s brought back to the moment when there’s another knock at the door. Bonnie sets down her glass. “I’ll get it! That’s probably Care.”

Once Bonnie is out of earshot Kol turns to his brother.

“Bonnie’s friend is perfect for you, by the way. She’s just enough of both sweet and spice to tame your bachelor ways.”

“You two are setting me up? I should’ve known!”

“Caroline’s a tasty little thing,” Kol tells his older brother but then warns, “Don’t you dare tell Bonnie I said that!”

Caroline, he thinks, his mind wandering to another Caroline that he knows. “You know I don’t have time for this, right?” he says, ignoring Kol’s warning. “You’re just bringing this girl over for nothing.”

“Wait until you meet her.”

Klaus smiles but is certain no sweet and spicy girl could be enough for him to settle down. He’ll play nice though - engage her in conversation and play the role for the night. He stands a little taller when he hears Bonnie returning with her friend, ready to present himself to the new arrival.

There’s a lagoon in Thailand that he frequents, where the sand is stark white and the water clear blue. It’s a small bit of paradise that some natives showed him on his third trip to the country. The water is so clear that you can see the fish swimming near the shoreline. Reds, oranges, yellows and greens flitting here and there in a rainbow of vibrant color.

The first time he saw it doesn’t compare to the moment she walked around that corner. Her smile put the white sands to shame and the clear blue ocean didn’t compare to her sparkling blue eyes. She was Aphrodite in the flesh, long blonde locks framing the most angelic face.

He must’ve been staring because it wasn’t until the clearing of someone’s throat that he realized she had extended her hand to his.

He closes his mouth and shakes off the buzzing happening in his brain.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says.

“You as well,” he responds and grasps her hand. They shake hands slowly, both evaluating each other’s features and getting a little lost in the moment. It’s clear that she’s as attracted to him as he is with her, and he hates to say it but Kol may be right.

He glances over at his brother who is standing there with a stupid grin. He releases her hand and clears his own throat.

“Food’s almost done if you guys want to head to the table.”

“Great, I’m starving,” Caroline says. “Anything I can do to help?”

“No, Kol’s got it,” Bonnie responds, “You two go ahead and we’ll be right in.”

“You’ve got him pretty whipped,” Klaus teases.

“Like a tiger in a cage,” Kol adds and the room bursts out in laughter.

Klaus freezes when he hears Caroline laugh. It’s familiar and haunting as if a ghost from his past has manifested itself in the room.

“Caroline?” he says, not meaning to say the name out loud, but she’s looking at him with the same curiosity.

“Klaus?” she whispers, and her eyes grow wide. “Oh my God…the KLAUS?!”

“You two know each other?” Bonnie asks.

“You could say that.”

Sooo, what did we think? LOL.

[carolineswomanhood]

Cover for the amazing: Where the lonely ones roam by willowaus

It was a deal to save her friend. It was never supposed to change her entire life. Nor was it supposed to change his, but that's the thing with plans, they don't always go quite how they're supposed to. [Set during 3x21 and then goes AU] Klaroline

[lastoftruebeliever]

Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson: Chapter 16

Finally updated

Caroline changed into one of Rebekah's old tank top and jeans shorts. Meanwhile her husband changed his own revolvers, bullets, and a coffee placed on the table. Caroline watched him with a small smile, she was curious when he started shooting.

"How long have been you shooting, Klaus?" Caroline took a glass of cold water from fridge. She sipped slowly without left her eyes from big revolver he had on his hand.

"I'm pretty sure since I was in my teenage years. We had no proper childhood memories, we were homeschooling, we never really asked about that. I supposes my parents only eccentric ones. We never assumed we had family business involved killing people." He placed his revolver on the table as talked about his past. It was nice opening to monologue his childhood, "but we did familiar with another weapons and martial arts. My parents had trained us since we were so little."

Caroline traced lines he revealed on his face, her arm touched his and she nodded her head. "They trained you as master assasins?"

She surprised. Her mother always kept what problem her father dealt, she always kept her in the dark which was good for her. Least she never lost her childhood experience. She had many friends, had good memories through her childhood. Some part of her teenage years had been memorable if she never craved to find out about her father. She regretted it, because of her she lost her mother and happiness she clung tightly in her life.

He chuckled, "do you remember movie we watched years ago as our first date movie?"

Caroline frowned and thought about the movie, she palmed her forehead. "Jesus Christ, it was Kick Ass, wasn't it?"

He nodded at her answer and smiled . "Yup, that's why I picked that movie, Caroline. I want to see your reaction and…" His hand reached her cheek, caressing them. He watched how soft her skin under his touch, he can't keep his hand off her. Her ivory skin was perfect image to remember, she wanted to remember her beautiful and happy. He wanted them exactly like time when they were just clueless about each other identities.

Caroline enjoyed his palm against her cheek, she was smiling as his smile graced upon his tired face. They had enough with their sexual tension, she wanted less than kiss, but deeper than sex. She wanted to see his soul bared to her, she wanted see real Klaus. "And?"She asked him.

He cleared his throat. "And…you never disappointed me."Klaus leaned over and looked into her electric blue eyes. "You always see good in people, Caroline and that moment I knew I won't let you go."He breathed against her face.

[stassisays]

Klaroline Fanfic Week Day 5: Pregnant Klaroline

Klaroline Fanfic Week Day 5: Pregnant KC 

1. What’s the name of your Celebrity Crush?

Nathaniel Buzolic 

Onika Tanya Maraj (Nicki Minaj) 

2. Favorite Pregnancy Fanfics?

On The Run 

Innocent Redemption 

Never the Bride

Sweet Child of Mine 

3. Favorite Pregnancy Scene from Fanfic?

The scene in "Never the Bride" when Amelie finds out that Klaus is her father. 

4. Which is cuter: Klaus feeding his baby or Klaus changing his baby?

Both would cute but I think Klaus changing his baby would be the cutest. I could picture him scrunching up his nose & complaining about the smell & how he never in a 1000 thousand years would have pictured himself changing diapers. 

5. Fantasy Pregnancy scene/drabble/oneshot/fanfic?

I don't know any... 

6. Favorite Pregnancy Graphic/Edit/Gifset and/or Manip?

[kellyclarksonfanfics]

Love At First Sight - Kelly/Graham

Ch. 7 Part 1

Everyone was in the kitchen eating the food that Jane had prepared. Jane was satisfied that everyone liked what she prepared.

Graham got his food and walked over to Kelly sat next to her.

"Hi" Graham said with a smile

"Its really beautiful out here, thanks for inviting all of us" KC smiled.

"You are very welcome and I thought it be a nice way to bond with each other, since will be together for months" Graham said

"Haha yes! Months of touring and The schedule for the rehearsals are great, its every other day. We get time to relax" KC said

"Yeah if you want all of us can go here to just hang out" Graham suggested.

Before Kelly could answer, Einar walked over to Kelly and Graham. “Dude the food she cooked is really great!"

"She’s a Chef thats why" Graham laughed

"Well a woman like that needs to be hitched" Einar said jokingly

"Haha she does need to, she’s just waiting for the big ring" Graham said

"So she’s taken then?" Einar asked

[its-all-for-you-klaroline]

NEW STORY: Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. 

One-Shot- M Rated

Summary: Caroline thought she could escape. She should have known, he would find her. He always found her. There was no escaping Klaus.

READ HERE: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9319563/1/Sometimes-you-win-Sometimes-you-lose

P.S. Would anyone like to make me a cover, The image above was my first ever attempt at photoshop and clearly it was awful. Thankyou if you decide to :)

[galvanizedfriend]

Fic: We’ll Always Have New Orleans

Summary: Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire. No one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires and werewolves - no one except Klaus, who woke up just as human and is 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. Set right after TVD 4x18.

Chapter 8: With a Heart Made Full of Fright

It figures, Caroline thinks, that Klaus should be the belligerent drunk type, which is number two on her list of Worst Types of Drunkards, right after handsy drunks. So it could be worse, she reckons, but it could also be a lot better.

At some point during the night, right around the time when drinking herself to stupor begins to sound like a good idea, Caroline realizes she's actually having fun. Granted, her past week was such a monumental disaster that anything that can take her mind off, well, everything is a welcome respite. But that's not even the case. Caroline is just genuinely having fun. And it's pure gold.

Had he not had the physical constitution of a fantastic beast and a thousand years to build up his tolerance, Klaus would surely qualify as an incurable alcoholic and probably die of liver failure at a very young age. His human form, however, is a complete lightweight. They're not even past the first bottle and he's already a total goner.

As it turns out, their reverse transformations mean that Caroline, who was human not that long ago and had a bit of a teenage drinking problem (not that she's proud of it), gets the upper hand when it comes to substance abuse in this world.

And drunk Caroline finds that hilarious.

Read the rest of Chapter 8 here @ AO3 or here @FF.net.

Or start from the beginning here or here.

Cover art by @xpersephonesx!

Your comments, reviews and reblogs are much appreciated! Let me know how you feel and whether you’re still interested in reading more of this story. :)

[jomosfamilyjewels]

I started this so long ago that the cover has my super old penname! Don’t be deceived! It is I, jomosfamilyjewels, bringing you an update for Cowboys and Indians! Whaaaaat?

Klaus and Caroline are childhood friends, but circumstances in Klaus' young life turn him and his family to a life of crime causing them to become the most feared Outlaws in the West. However, the years haven't caused Klaus to forget Caroline or caused Caroline to forget the boy she's always cared for, no matter how ruthless he's become. Rated M for language and sexual situations.

Cover by Inge

Chapter Seventeen: Desperados

(Click the pic to read the chapter)

[jomosfamilyjewels]

Hero Complex  - Chapter Two

By: jomosfamilyjewels  

Summary: The city of Seattle is a cesspool of danger. So he scales the rooftops, takes down the vile creatures in secret, hoping to bring this city to its once former glory. But he doesn’t fight alone. There’s another that stalks the night. She’s keen and deadly, and……a royal pain in his ass. But what happens when these two vigilante rivals meet one another with their masks off?

Read it Here!

[jomosfamilyjewels]

Never Give Up Hope

By: tippy093

Summary: Caroline fights to retain her humanity after her mother dies tragically by adopting a toddler named Hope. Caroline is unaware that she is actually adopting Klaus' daughter, who was being safeguarded elsewhere during the war in New Orleans. How will Klaus react when he finds Caroline in custody of Hope?

[kellyclarksonfanfics]

Love At First Sight - Kelly/Graham

Ch. 6

Kelly looked out the window and saw a lighthouse and a beach. She gave a quizzical look to Ashley and even Ashley doesn’t have an idea. No one knew where they were going.

"I miss home, that lighthouse is so pretty" Jill said. Kelly smiled and said “It really is beautiful"

The bus stopped and Graham was first out to the door. He ran inside the little blue house.

"Hey Jane!" Graham hugged her tightly.

"Graham! Missed you! How have you been?" Jane said touching his face and pinching his cheeks.

——————————————————-

Everyone went out of the bus and went in the little blue house. Everyone was amazed with what the little house contained, it seemed very small but it had so much space.

Kelly walked in the house first. “Who is she?" she asked Jordan and Drew. They both shrugged not knowing who the girl was.

Graham had noticed that everyone was coming in and he introduced Jane to everyone.

"That’s Kelly Clarkson!" Jane said in a loud whisper

"I know, try to keep it cool" Graham said

"You said you were bringing friends, didn’t know you were bringing Kelly Clarkson!" Jane said giving Graham a playful punch then a hug.

"I didn’t want you to make a big deal" whispering to Jane

Kelly saw the intimacy between the two. She saw how sweet Graham was towards her. She didn’t know why suddenly she felt jealous of Jane. She instantly thought that Graham had a girlfriend and she was beautiful too.

[kellyclarksonfanfics]

Love at First Sight - Kelly/Graham

Ch. 5

The rehearsals were finished and everything went great. Both bands just needed to fix a few kinks with their set.

After everyone left, Graham stayed for a bit to help the crew members with the equipment. No one told him to help but he insisted anyways. After everything was done, Graham and the rest of the crew met with the everyone at the lobby.

"Hey guys, sorry for the wait" Graham apologized.

"Where were you anyways?" KC asked

Before Graham could answer her, one of the crew members named said “He was helping us clean up"

Kelly nodded.

"Soo, lets get some lunch?" Graham led the way.

Kelly and Graham’s band were in the same bus. And the guys were by the front of the bus while the girls were towards the back.

"Rehearsals went really great today" Jill said. Kate nodded in agreement

"Does anyone know where we’re going for lunch?" Ashley asked

Jill and Kate shrugged. “Umm, I don’t know ask Graham" KC said looking down on her phone, writing lyrics.

Ashley went out and asked Graham where they were going for lunch.

Graham didn’t answer and smiled at Ashley.

——————————————————-

"So where are we going?" Cory asked

Jordan and Drew had no idea where because it was Graham who planned it all out.

Graham was on the phone with someone.. “Okay, is everything all set? The food? Everything?" “Okay, thanks. Will be there in a few"