#klaroline drabble

[thetourguidebarbie]

oh my, love is a lie

for @the-road-betwixt. happy birthday. i did some recon on your favorite tropes and i hope i hit close :)

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"Love is a lie," Caroline declared, throwing back a glass of $418 zinfandel like a shot of tequila and slumping back on the couch in Kol's exquisitely decorated mid-century modern condo. "There's no such thing as soulmates. If I can’t find mine after over a thousand years of trainwreck relationships, it's fake."

"Cheers to that, darling," Kol said, waving his own glass in the air.

"You're so lucky you're not half-wolf," Caroline grumbled.

"Love can be a lie for me too, now. Don't be racist."

"Okay, yeah, but you don't start every relationship knowing that it's probably not right and that your soulmate could interrupt at any time and completely nuke it, so what's the point of even trying."

"I ruin things just fine on my own, it's true," Kol allowed. "But I think you're being a bit fatalistic."

Caroline huffed, propping her bare feet on the coffee table and idly wondering whether painting her toenails a mopier shade would be warranted. Pale grey, the color of the dead corpse of her love life, perhaps?  "The concept of soulmates is by definition fatalistic, Kol. And that's what post breakup wine nights are for. Fatalism, derogatory!"

"You'll find him," Kol insisted, in a rare moment of genuine emotional support. "You have forever, after all."

"Yeah, I do! What if he's already dead? What if I missed him?" Caroline asked, now drunk enough to give voice to the fears that she usually kept compartmentalized in the most out-of-the-way part of her mind. "What if I didn't find him in time and now I'll never have anyone?"

"Ah, we've had enough to invite the entrance of sad-drunk Caroline. A pity."

"Shut up," Caroline whined. "You're not being very helpful."

"I like to think I've been an excellent support system," Kol said indignantly. "I've listened to you mope for centuries and haven't encouraged you to contact an ex-boyfriend once. Do you know how rare that is in this day and age? In the era of looking up your ex-husbands on linkedin because it's the only platform they've not blocked you on?"

"Well I don't have a linkedin or an ex-husband, so that wouldn't be very helpful," Caroline said, glancing at Kol, whose eyes were shifting guiltily. "What?"

"Sorry, darling," he said quickly, chugging some wine straight from the bottle.

"For what? It was a joke," Caroline said slowly, her eyes narrowing.

Kol was being. Weird.

So weird.

"But we've never talked about it," Kol said, avoiding her gaze. "Scrupulously avoided it, in fact."

"Avoided what?" Caroline asked, mystified. 

"I'd assumed it would make you upset."

"That what would make me upset?"

"Mentioning Nik."

Caroline blinked. "Who?"

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[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

KC + drunken love confessions please

“Klaus. Klaaaaaus. Kl—”

Klaus groans and puts his hand on top of his head. “Bloody hell, Bekah, would you stop that infernal racket?”

“I’m not Bekah, Klaus,” Caroline says, sitting down next to him. “It’s Caroline.”

“Caroline?”

“Mm hm. How can you not recognise my voice? You’ve known me since I was eight.”

“Caroline,” Klaus says seriously. “It’s you.”

Caroline looks at him incredulously. “Klaus, are you—” She stops when she catches the familiar scent of bourbon rolling off him in waves. “You're drunk?” she whisper-shrieks. “It’s Finn’s wedding today!”

“Mm,” Klaus hums, rolling over on the couch to face her. “You look gorgeous, my love.”

“I'm not your anything, Klaus.” Caroline pauses, then adds, “but thanks.”

“Caroline looks beautiful, Bekah,” says Klaus, probably back under the impression she was his sister. “Don’t you agree?”

“I do,” says Caroline, huffing out a laugh.

“Rebekah,” Klaus groans, turning onto his side. “Rebekah, I think I'm dying.”

Caroline snorts. Leave it to Klaus to be the most dramatic out of the bunch. “And why do you think you're dying, Klaus?”

“Because I'm in love with Caroline, and she doesn’t love me back.”

Caroline freezes, and slowly looks over at Klaus, who still hasn’t noticed he’s talking to her. “What?”

“Caroline,” says Klaus, his words coming out in a matter of fact tone. “I'm in love with her. And she isn't in love with me.”

“And what makes you so sure about that?”

Klaus looks at her, his eyes half-lidded. “Because she’s never said anything. And I want to say everything.”

Caroline inhales sharply. “What's everything?”

“I dream of her,” Klaus says, his hands raking through his hair. “I've been in love with her since I was sixteen, and she doesn’t know that, she doesn’t know anything, she doesn’t know that I've loved her through everything, and I want her so much that it feels like I could combust every time I look at her because she’s beautiful, and strong, and full of light—”

Caroline gapes. “You—you're in—”

“Kol,” Klaus gripes, now apparently talking to his younger brother. “Kol, I've—”

“Was he talking about me?” Kol asks, striding into the room. “Caroline? I have to—is he drunk?”

“Kol,” Klaus groans. “I think she’s beautiful.”

Caroline gapes at him wordlessly. “He—I—”

“Nik,” says Kol, shaking him slightly. “Nik, you have to sober up. Finn’s getting married in an hour and you have to walk Caroline down the aisle, remember?”

“When she was sixteen, Kol,” Klaus groans. “Kol, she looked so bloody gorgeous in that—that sorry excuse of a bikini that she was wearing at Bekah’s birthday party, fuck—”

Kol’s eyes widen comically, and he hefts Klaus to his feet. “Nik,” he says quickly. “Not here, Nik, look around you—”

“She was eating cake and all I could watch was her mouth,” Klaus says, gripping Kol’s arms like they were lifelines. Caroline chokes and Kol makes a noise in the back of his throat.

“Nik, she’s right here, shut up—”

“You knew?” Caroline screeches. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”

“Of course I knew, Caroline, what did you expect? Who else was Nik going to gripe to drunkenly when we went out drinking every weekend since the last three months? Not Rebekah, that’s for sure. Oh, Kol,” Kol says in a horrible imitation of Klaus’s voice. “Kol, she’s so bloody perfect and I'm in love with her, and she's so intelligent, and beautiful, and she has such nice lips which I'd very much like to kiss—”

Caroline makes a noise in the back of her throat.

“And don’t even ask me about the things he said he wanted to do to you,” Kol threatens her. “I was disgusted enough as it back then, and recounting my elder brother’s sexual fantasies about my friend is enough to make me vomit.”

Caroline gapes at him wordlessly, unable to form a coherent thought. “He—he never—”

“Of course he didn’t,” Kol says irritably. “He wasn’t sure whether you felt the same way and didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you or risk Bekah’s wrath.”

Caroline grimaces. “I can sympathise on the Bekah part.”

Kol looks at her exasperatedly. “Focus, Caroline. You better figure this out with him because I'm not sure how many more drunken pub night I can take with him with you starring in his fantasies. Do you even know how many times I've had to hear what he thought about your legs? I love girls, and I love sex, but you're like a sister to me. If I have to hear about your radiance or your light—”

“Fine, fine!” Caroline says quickly, a blush reddening her cheeks. “I'll talk to him.”

Kol looks at her threateningly. “You'd better.”

Once he leaves with Klaus, who’s giggling (giggling) about the fact that Caroline once thought that she looked terrible at a party but he thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d seen (Klaus made for a sappy drunk, she’d remember that), Caroline collapses into a couch.

Klaus thought she was beautiful? And radiant?

How, how, how on earth had he even thought that she hadn’t felt the exact same way for so long?

She’s been in love with him since she could remember. Two years senior to her, he was the most attractive boy she had come across since Rebekah and her family had moved to California. The only reason she covers it up with hostility was because she knew with absolute certainty that Rebekah would murder her brutally if Caroline even tried to date one of her brothers.

And Klaus…Klaus was an enigma to her. At thirteen, when he had been fifteen and gorgeous and the top swimmer on their school’s team, she had been head over heels (or as head over heels as one could be at thirteen) for him, but had never tried to get his attention due to her pre-puberty shyness.

Two years later, she had flirted, heavily, but he had been seventeen, and obviously awkward around his fifteen year old sister’s best friend.

And he left, when he turned eighteen, for New York, not that she could blame him, when she heard the reason why when Rebekah sobbed into her shoulder over her favourite brother leaving.

No one should ever have to deal with parents like his for longer than they have to.

They had kept in touch, of course, he had been her friend, but it was mostly video calls for fifteen minutes, or texts once in a while, every three weeks or so, and Caroline never had the heart to stop talking to him.

And when she saw him when he returned for Finn’s wedding for the first time in years (excluding the times when he came back for her and Rebekah’s graduation, and once for Kol’s), her heart had stopped.

He looked even better than he had at her graduation, his hair darker and smile fuller, taller than he had been when he was twenty, and her breath had stuttered in her chest.

All they had exchanged was a few pleasantries and hugs, and she had disappeared into her room not long after.

She has been in love with Klaus Mikaelson all this time, and how could he not have given her any sign that he loved her as well?

“Caroline!” Rebekah’s voice calls out from the kitchen, and Caroline starts. “Come on, we have to go check on the decorations.”

“Coming, Bekah!” she says, automatically moving towards the kitchen, then stopping in her tracks. “Actually, give me five minutes, okay?”

She finds her feet taking her to Kol’s room to find Klaus, who is passed out on the bed, his feet hanging off the mattress, still wearing his shoes.

His hair is rumpled and his bow tie is undone, probably drunkenly by himself, and his face is peaceful, mouth slightly open.

She leans down, smooths his hair off his forehead and whispers, “I dream of you too, Klaus Mikaelson. And I love you very much.”

[rosedforbes]

I've been working on this for an embarrassing amount of time, but i finally mustered the courage to post it! this a gift for @galvanizedfriend , my favorite autor, moot, and dare I say friend, on tumblr! Yokan, I'll never stop saying that your fictions are the only thing keeping me sane at the moment, and they've always been a tiny lantern during some tough periods of my life. I really hope you'll like this little Drabble about Kleve 🙏

DISCLAIMERS: Eve is NOT my character, she's from Yokan's series The Wolf ! also, this is my first time ever writing a fan fiction, and English is not my native language, so please, have mercy.

maybe there's a god, after all.

That's the thought that has been crossing Klaus' mind for sixteen years, every single time he looked at his little girl.

After his experience with Marcel, Klaus has realized that raising a child into his own reflection is not a smart move. In fact, if Eve had turned out like her father, it would've been the very end of the whole human - and inhuman - species. Luckily for everyone, his beautiful princess is essentially the mini version of the only woman who shares the custody of his immortal heart with her: Caroline.

They couldn't be more similar if they tried. Like mother, like daughter.

If it wasn't for some specific details that Eve couldn't have taken from anyone but him, Klaus thinks that people would start questioning if Caroline made Eve by herself, without the contribution that is usually required to create another living creature.

That, is all him.

Even if he's quite proud – and grateful — about how Eve's turned out just like her magnificent mother, Klaus can't help but smile when he witness the appearance of one those details he mentioned before: the fondness for art, the passion for swords duels — a voice in the back of his mind reminds him of something Caroline said about this specific factor, "it's called fencing, Klaus. You don't need to kill your opponent anymore to prove your victory." or something along those lines —  the constant presence of dark humor and sarcasm in any of her conversations, and her gigantic, stormy blue eyes that are accompanied by a pair of dimples and a wicked little smile whenever she got something on her mind.

Something that Eve clearly hasn't taken from him though, is her way of showing emotions. Just like his wife, Eve wears her emotions like a second skin, which leads to her being a terrible liar. If she's happy, then the room will light up as soon as she enters it, and everyone can't help but be drawn to her joyful behavior. On the other end, if she's feeling sad, angry, or any other kind of negative emotion, then... Well, she would keep her mouth shut and open it just to make salty remarks, keeping an annoyed — yet adorable, if you ask him — little pout on her face.

That's how Klaus knows that something is wrong.

As soon as he sets foot in the compound, he's greeted by a very common view: Freya and Eve, sitting around the table of the living room, reading and chanting spells.

Normally, Klaus would walk towards them just to make them aware of his presence and to steal a kiss on his daughter's cheek as a brief salute, but he soon realizes that Freya is the only one writing down something in witch gibberish, while Eve is just quietly looking at her aunt, with a frowned expression all over her face.

His little wolf is so caught up on Freya's doing that she doesn't notice him until he's behind her, trying to understand what kind of spell his sister is casting, with a hand gently touching her shoulder. Eve tenses up at the touch, turning her head to look at him almost as fast as a regular vampire. As soon as she sees him though, she relaxes a little bit, offering him a tight lipped smile.

"Hey, Daddy," she says, voice so quiet and hoarse that he probably wouldn't have heard her if it wasn't for his vampirism. " 'm sorry, didn't hear you coming in."

Hearing Eve talking with such a tired and low tone makes his heart explode with concern. She's pure sunshine, his daughter, this cloud of negativity does not belong to her. Nonetheless, he tries to mask his thoughts with a tight lipped smile, looking down at Eve, "Don't worry, sweetheart," He says, moving his eyes to his sister, who hasn't left hers from the grimoires spread around the table even as he introduced himself, "Freya, care to explain what's happening or do I have to guess?" He asks with a tone that indicates nothing but irritation.

Klaus arches his brows in confusion, his gaze switching between Eve and Freya, as to ask for one of them to elaborate what he just heard.

Freya finally looks up, if only to send him a not-so-friendly glare, but before she can snap right back at him, Eve takes word, looking at him like she's about to have a nervous breakdown "Apparently, I'm on house arrest until the Jury," she indicates Freya with her eyes, before turning her attention back to him, "tells me otherwise."  She concludes, and the exasperation of her tone is almost touchable.

It's Freya the one that, with a sigh, steps in. "Some witches have been messing around with a kind of magic way too difficult for them to understand, leading to an imbalance that covers all New Orleans." She explains, rubbing her hands on her temples. "Long story short: right now, every witch in New Orleans is having trouble controlling their magic, especially the younger ones like Eve. In addition, being the tribid gives her an enormous amount of power which is hard to control on a good day, so it's better if we keep her under control, in a limited and safe space."

Eve rolls her eyes as soon as Freya concludes, shifting her position to show him the magic-restraining bracelet on her wrist. "I haven't seen this freaking bracelet in years. I thought I was finally free, but no, some dumbass witch thought it was a good idea to mess with something way too big for them to understand, turning me into a fu-"

"Language." Both Klaus and Freya interrupts her, giving Eve a warning look.

she glares at both of them, visibly annoyed.

"turning me into a freaking bomb." she grumbles, looking down at the pages of the grimoires.

Christ, Klaus thinks, he's losing points as the cool parent.

"Dad?" Eve says, looking at him with an arched eyebrow, like she's expecting something from him. "Are you still here? You haven't threatened anyone since you heard of this, and it's more concerning than a bunch of low-level witches messing around." She concludes.

Klaus takes a long sigh, pulling out his phone from his pocket to send a message to Caroline and the rest of the family. It takes all of his willpower to not storm out and look for this gang of inconsiderate witches, accompanied by nothing but his fury, showing them the treatment that is reserved specifically to the ones that put his daughter in a bad mood, but he recognized the fact that this situation is already unsteady, and there is no space for his impulsiveness, yet.

Well, the sarcastic remarks are only funny when they're not directed at him.

"Trust me, Eve, I have lots to say, but none of it is appropriate in the presence of a child." he retorts, switching his attention back to Freya. "I've sent a message to Caroline and to our siblings, they should all be here in about 40 minutes."

Freya simply nods, gathering all the magic stuff from the table. "I'll call Vincent." she stands up, giving a kiss on Eve's head. "I'm pretty sure he's more informed than us at the moment. Besides, another witch would be helpful."

"what am I? a ghost?!" Eve snaps when Freya disappears in her own bedroom. "I can't use magic, I'm on house arrest, this handcuff is back around my wrist and I haven't even had my daily bignets!" she explains desperately, curling on herself, resting her chin and arms over her knees.

Klaus can't help the low chuckles coming out of his mouth, something that earns him a dirty look from his little wolf.

"I'm glad you find my misery amusing. Father of the year, really." Eve says, enunciating her pout even more.

"Not at all, sweetheart. To be completely honest, I would love nothing more than to go fetch those witches myself and show them what happens when someone dares to upset my daughter," Eve promptly rolls his eyes at that, but he sees how she's trying to bite back a smile.

"However, Your mother would eviscerate me if my impulsiveness took place in a delicate situation such as this one."

"Then what do we do while waiting for mom to come home?" Eve says, and truth to be told, patience has never been a strong suits of her.

"Well, I did get that new painting set you've mentioned lately." He says with a grin, observing how Eve's pout changes to a wide smile between record time.

"The pink one?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"You're the best!" she chirps, jumping from her chair to wrap her arms around his waist, the bad mood evaporating completely from her body. Klaus can't help but smile when he looks down at his daughter, holding her close to him. Oh, how he wishes time would stop, just to remain like this for at least a decade, with his little girl safe, sound and happy in his arms, where no bad intentions can reach her.

"Come on, sweetheart," He says, grabbing her hands "let's see if those colors actually blend on their own." he concludes with a wink, leading her towards the art studio. He knows this happiness is going to be short-lived, but the least he can do is to keep Eve's mind occupied, distracting her from the stress of this situation. As he enters the room, Klaus notices that he's running out of dark red acrylic.

Well, it appears those witches are going to be useful, after all.

[heatherstyles]

HOMECOMING

klaroline - footballer x cheerleader au

Caroline Forbes stood on the sidelines, her heart pounding with anticipation as the final moments of the championship game ticked away. The Timberwolves, had fought tooth and nail for this victory, and now, with the scoreboard in their favour, victory was within their grasp.

“History has been made tonight as the Timberwolves claims victory in one of the most unforgettable games of the season!" The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium, setting off a wave of cheers and celebrations.

Caroline couldn't contain her excitement as she embraced her squad, and chanted their cheers for the last time tonight. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she scanned the football field, searching for one person in particular.

And there he was, her boyfriend, Klaus Mikaelson, the captain of the Timberwolves' football team, running towards her with a victorious grin on his face. Caroline's heart skipped a beat as she watched him approach, feeling all the butterflies in her stomach. 

"Klaus!" she exclaimed as he reached her, unable to contain her joy. Without hesitation, he lifted her up in his arms, spinning her around in a whirlwind of happiness. Caroline's laughter bubbled up as she clung to him, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

As Klaus set her back down, their eyes met, and Caroline felt a jolt of electricity pass between them. She wrapped her arms around him, savouring the warmth of his embrace.

"You were amazing out there! I'm so proud of you," Caroline said, her voice soft and endearing as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you for being here tonight, love," Klaus let out, his voice breathless after the game.

Caroline pulled away from him slightly, but laced her arms around his neck. "Seriously? I would NEVER miss your games, you should know that by now. Also, I gotta be on watch out for all of your groupies back there," she teased, nodding towards the crowd of adoring fans.

Klaus flashed her his trademark dimpled smirk, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Well unfortunate for them, I’m spoken for, ” he said, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a passionate yet tender kiss, sealing his victory once again with her by his side.

klaroline moodboards (nat's version)

[kirythestitchwitch]

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

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

[bellemorte180]

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

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

Obviously NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the-truest-sentence-i-know]

19 | Scout's Honor

“Let me guess, you learned knot-tying from Robert Baden-Powell?”

Klaus looked up at Caroline, who turned slowly, dangling from the chandelier. “Who?”

“Founder of the Boy Scouts.”

He ran a hand over the ropes that held her fast, the intricate, precise patterns and the bare skin in between. “Do I seem like a boy scout to you?”

Rope was not a new artistic outlet for Klaus, but never had he had such a lovely muse. Caroline floated like a ballerina mid-jump, legs outstretched, but arms tight to her back. The design drew focus to her breasts.

“Not really,” Caroline said.

link to prompts by @absurdthirst

[notalittlebutalottie]

I have just recently have gone an a binge of re reading all my fav klaroline fics, so your post was very exciting to see. Can I request a fix of Caroline comforting Klaus after getting into a dumb fight with his siblings (like they took food/prey? That wasn't labelled for them) Ccan be all of them, or just one, and even though it dumb, it matters a lot to the ones involved? Your awesome!!!

Magically, I wrote two one shots for Klaroline in one week and dang I do love a bit of fluff with my hurt/comfort! Please ignore how utterly cheesy the title is; I ran out of creative juices with that one lmao Enjoy!

Now playing 💿 : Eye to Eye - Limelight

♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #69: The Big Sad Wolf♡

Caroline is at a loss for words when she opens the door to an angry, and slightly intoxicated, Klaus. If it weren’t for the distinct smell of bourbon on him, she’d never be able to tell by the controlled way he now storms into her apartment. Well, technically his apartment. That had been part of their agreement; she would come to New Orleans and let him charm her around The Quarter and in exchange, he would give her space, let her live, let her test the waters. She wasn’t totally ready to say those final words or to set both feet on his doorstep. Not yet.

Klaus had been reluctant at first—she guessed his however long it takes fantasy involved the assumption she’d run to the ends of the earth, have her cake, and return to him in some fantastically romantic gesture—but with some negotiating that amounted to, “take it or leave it,” he’d caved. Who said you couldn’t bargain with the Big Bad Hybrid?

A lavish apartment just off The Quarter wasn’t quite what she had in mind, though. Truthfully, she would’ve taken a two-star hotel just to see the sights, but maybe Klaus intends to keep her there longer than two stars. It’s working, evidently, as she’s been here three months and every time she considers moving on, something comes up. And fine, she can’t pretend like that something is always on him because maybe she likes it here, maybe she likes her apartment, her freedom, and seeing Klaus without feeling like her insides are just soaking with guilt. 

“Of course, come in!” Caroline exclaims drily, one hand gesturing out while the other is still wrapped around the door’s edge.

“I’m not in the mood for cupcakes or chit-chat, Caroline,” Klaus grumbles before slumping onto the plush, scarlet couch with a huff. It feels a little unfair to bring her cupcakes into this. She knows he likes them, or at least knows the way he looked at her after taking the first bite. She spent two hours stress cleaning just to process it.

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[austennerdita2533]

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

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

 OR

 Snapshot moments of Klaus and Caroline throughout time.

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

Hey! I love your collection of snippets and I have one that I think could be fun! It's been a few centuries and Klaroline come knocking on some vampire's door for info, and he's absolutely scared shitless because of the horror stories he's heard...of Caroline. He has no idea who Klaus is. (Klaus is delighted by wifey getting the props she deserves)

“Just let me handle this.”

“You handled last week’s negotiation, let me have some fun with this one.”

“Negotiation,” Caroline snorts. “You call plotting to hang a vampire from the ceiling by their intestines while you remove their fingernails negotiation? That’s cute.”

Klaus sends a glare her way. “He spoke out of turn.”

“He didn’t get a turn to speak at all, what with you compelling him to eat his own tongue. Just let me handle this, would y—”

The door swings open, and she and Klaus turn towards their newest victim. “David Lennon, I presume,” Klaus says darkly, and Caroline throws him a filthy look at stealing her thunder, and Klaus, the absolute ass, looks completely shameless.

“Uh, yeah,” David says, looking at Klaus quizzically, not noticing Caroline at all. Ugh. “Who’re you?”

Klaus cocks his head to the side, a smile curling his lips. “Your newest nightmare. Now, mate, care to explain that pesky disappearance of my hybrid pack in Connecticut? My witch tells me you were quite conspicuous, really, if you're going to murder for fun, at least do it well.”

David scoffs. “Look, man—”

Klaus looks ready to kill at the name he’s been called. “I suggest you choose your next words carefully, unless you—”

“Oh, shut up,” Caroline says irritably, pushing Klaus aside. “How are you dramatic about murder?” She grabs David by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “Make this q—”

But David’s face goes slack, his eyes bulging out of his head. “C—Caroline Forbes?” he stammers, his face white.

Caroline frowns, pushing him harder against the wall, digging her fingers into his skin, making him whimper. “Yeah. He asked you a question. Why did you kill—”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” David babbles out, his hands raised in defence. “Really, I didn’t know it was your pack, Miss Forbes—”

Miss Forbes? What the fuck?

“—if I had known, I never would’ve killed them, I'm so sorry, please don’t kill me—”

Caroline growls. “I don’t want excuses, I want to know why you killed our allies. Talk.”

“A witch blackmailed me to, told me she’d desiccate me if I didn’t. She had some bad blood with the alpha, I think, something about him triggering his curse by killing her brother. I didn’t want to do it, Miss Forbes, I'm sorry, please forgive me—”

Caroline lets go with a disgusted noise, dropping him to the floor, where he falls to his feet, looking at her with terror. “If there’s anything I can do—”

“Who’s the witch?” Klaus breaks in. “Is she part of a coven?”

“Some weird ass chick called Jane-Anne Devereaux. I don’t know, she could’ve been lying—” David breaks off, staring at Klaus suspiciously. “Who’re you?”

The look on Klaus’s face is comical. “Who am I?” he growls. “How bloody stupid are you?”

David sneers at him. “How stupid are you, to think people know your name—”

Klaus lunges for him, only to be blocked by Caroline’s hand. “Wait,” she tells him, glancing at the vampire. “I still have to talk to him.”

“Is he your friend, Miss Forbes, I'm sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Stop,” Caroline grits out, “apologizing. Your snivelling is giving me a headache." Next to her, Klaus looks impressed.

“Yes, Miss Forbes, anything, please don’t kill me—”

“Shut up. Is Jane-Anne Devereaux part of a coven?”

“Yeah, it’s their family coven, an old one.” David looks up at her pleadingly. “That’s all I know, Miss Forbes, I swear, and if I'd known that was your pack—”

“My pack,” Klaus growls.

“I never would’ve done it. I'll do anything you want, Miss Forbes, please don’t kill me.”

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Klaus grinds out.

David looks at Klaus like he’s an idiot. “Are you nuts, man? Don’t talk like that in front of her, she’ll kill you.”

“Wh—”

“Don’t you know anything about how Caroline Forbes murdered those vampires in Georgia after they spoke out of turn?” David shudders. “Like, don’t even ask.”

Caroline wants to laugh. So. Hard.

David turns to her frantically. “Mad respect and all to you, Miss Forbes. My friend told me how you tortured those witches who went after your friend, and, honestly, it was kind of inspiring for all of us—hey, I don’t suppose you’ve ever given thought to having a proteg—”

“Mate, I'm begging you to quit while you're ahead,” Klaus says, and Caroline wants to snort at the look of mirth on his face. “We wouldn't want—”

“Of course, anything, Miss Forbes,” says David, giving her a look of reverence one would give to the Pope. “My sincerest apologies.”

Caroline chokes out a sure, then grabs Klaus’s hand and drags him away. Once they’re both out of earshot, they both start howling so hard one of Klaus’s hybrids pokes his head out of the SUV to ask them if they were alright.

“He hadn’t even heard of you!” Caroline wheezes. “Hadn’t heard of Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid! And he's scared of me! Oh, this is hilarious. A thousand plus years of maiming and torture and murder for you, Klaus, and this kid’s terrified of me. I haven’t even done anything compared to you.”

“Well, kudos to you, then, love,” Klaus smirks. “You're finally starting to catch up. I'm so proud.”

Caroline snorts. “I'm on my way to becoming the next Klaus Mikaelson. Lucky me.”

“No, no, love, weren't you listening? You're Caroline Forbes.” She lets out a cackle at the words, never have imagined her name to be spoken of in the same depth of fear Klaus’s is. “He looked ready to build an altar in your honour.”

“He might’ve even called me the queen.”

Klaus smirks, and she knows what he’s going to say even before he says it. “Well, you are—”

“I totally gave you that one,” Caroline accuses.

“It was too good of an opportunity to miss.” Klaus shrugs. His gaze suddenly turns calculating, and he looks at her mischievously.

“Oh no. What?”

“Well, seeing as you're on your way to becoming the next scourge of the supernatural underworld—” He ignores her derisive snort— “You'll need a moniker.”

“What the hell is that?” she asks, grabbing his arm and slinging it around her shoulders as they walk back to the car.

“An infamous nickname, of course. You’ve heard mine—Klaus le Fou, Klaus le Dement, Niklaus der Mordor—and those are just the few in French, the last one’s from Germany, when I murdered those few witches, that was particularly gory—”

“I actually want to cry at how bad those all are.”

“Well, there’s the one in English, Klaus the Mad—”

“Ugh,” she groans. “They're all so unoriginal. If I'm going to have one, can't it be interesting?”

“Well, we have a variety of choices, in a variety of languages, and I did always think one in French would suit you well…”

[rosedforbes]

made another drabble for my dearest @galvanizedfriend !! just like the other one, it's connected the Yokan's series THE WOLF on AO3!! this time, I'm bringing Kol + child!Eve to the table :)

DISCLAIMERS: Eve is NOT my character; English is NOT my first language; please, be nice 🙏

He misses being a witch with his whole being, would even trade a sibiling or two just to spend one single day with pure magic flowing through his veins again. However, he can't help but admit that being a vampire has its perks.

Most people only focus on immortality, conviced that the possibility of becoming as old as dirt really is the best part of being a vampire, but Kol has learned that it's more of a curse rather than a blessing, especially if you had to spend half of it closed in a dusty box. Some of them, the slightly smarter ones, believe that the strength and the speed are the real gifts of vampirism, alongside the over-developed hearing. It makes sense, Kol thinks, particularly for the ones who lived like a prey for all of their life, constantly devoured by the thought that their next breath might be the last.

But his personal favorite, the one that everyone seems to forget about, is the ability to get into someone's mind.

Truth is, it doesn't really work the way people expect it to, just looking in their eyes and – poof, I know that you think about your ex whenever you look at your new flame, Susan. No, it's a bit more complicated than that, but when you're as old as Kol, you learn a trick or two to make sure that even the strongest mind will fold at your touch.

Even though Kol is so fond of this little advantage, he never feels the need to use it with Caroline. Nobody does.

She is his favorite member of their twisty and cursed family — not that he will never admit it out loud, not to her, certainly not to Rebekah — but God, that girl could have a stake pointed at her big golden heart and she'd still be unable to lie. Caroline Forbes excels at so many things, but concealing her thoughts and feelings will never be one of them.

And that's why he's counting the minutes that will take her to walk inside his room and ask whatever the bloody hell she wants.

It was funny when he reached five minutes. A little less when he got to fifteen. Very annoying when he counted twenty. By the time the thirty hit, his patience was already five meters under the ground.

"Finally," Kol exclaims in relief as soon as she enters the room. "I was beginning to think that you'd forgot how a door works." he says, earning nothing but a dirty glare.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Caroline mocks, although he can see how she's trying to hide a little grin. "I need a favor."

Kol dramatically gasps, placing his hand on his chest. "You don't say! Color me impress-"

"Can you watch Eve?" Caroline cuts him out, not really feeling the need to listen to the rest of his mockery.

Kol stares at her for a minute, blinking repeatedly while moving his head a little to the side, like a confused puppy. "You waisted half an hour of your time just to ask me that?" He says, visibly impressed and annoyed.

Caroline huffs, fixing a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm sorry, it's just... I used to leave her at the camp with Mary, so she could go around and play with other kids all day and eat all the sweets she wants — even if they both deny it." She drawls around an eye-roll. "But since we got you all back, Eve has been reluctant to go there." She explains, looking at him with a mixture of exhaustion and...fondness.

Kol gives her a small, tight-lipped smile, with his eyes firm on his fidgeting hands.

He lied before. Caroline is on the podium, but she's not his number one of the family. No, that place has been taken by a little girl who made him realize that maybe Nik's mischievous grins, accompanied by a pair of dimples and witty eyes, are not so bad, after all.

Ever since they got back, his niece has been looking at him and at the rest of sibiling with a look full of curiosity and eagerness, like a kid who discovers that there are different types of chocolate and can't wait to taste them all.

The situation is still a bit unsteady and Kol is constantly busy doing something from dawn until dusk, but whenever he goes home to catch a moment and maybe grab a bag of B+, he always finds Eve with at least one of his siblings.

Of course, most of the time, it's Nik, and he really can't blame either of them. He would've never put his money on it, but Niklaus does make a great dad, although he knows most of the credits go to Caroline and Eve rather than his brother.

Still, if she's not with the brother with anger issues, then Eve is with the one with the commitment ones, making pancakes with more rainbow sprinkles than flour. They are good, and it always takes him a minute to debate if he should keep it to himself and not give Elijah his satisfaction, or if he should admit it to see a proud smile breaking through his niece's face.

If she's not making diabetes-azard-pancakes with that retired-looking-lawer, then Eve is with either Freya or Rebekah, playing with the light of the oldest's candles and giving opinions about some old fashion style with the youngest.

Kol knows what she's doing. She wants to compensate for the time they have lost together. It makes him joyful and bitter at the same time.

he snaps back to reality when Caroline starts to talk again. "Klaus and I have to go meet Bonnie to talk about some of the spells of the house, while Freya, Elijah and Rebekah are going on a journey to see another witch who thinks can find a way to make us immune to Marcel's venom." She rambles. "And besides, you two hadn't been together for a while. She misses you."

Kol feels a pang through his chest, looking at Caroline with guilty eyes. "I'm... sorry. I've never meant to make her feel ignored or disengaged, I had so many-"

"Kol," she says softly, showing him a comforting smile. "I know — Eve knows. I'm not blaming you, I just thought this would be an opportunity for you to both take a break and spend some time with her."

"I..." Kol gulps, trying to recollect himself. "Of course. You don't even have to ask, Caroline. You know I'd never say no."

Caroline sighs contently as she gently squeezes his hands as a form of gratitude. "Thank you, Kol."

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"You're thinking about it too much, Spawn. You're so focused on the words that you forget to actually put energy into it." Kol explains to her, looking down at the two leather cords.

How did he end up in this situation?

"Come on, Unc' Kol!" Eve whines. "You always say that your knowledge about magic is so vast that it would take you five lifetimes to write it all down!"

Kol keeps pretending to read the newspaper, a tactic that he had to muster to protect himself from his niece's puppy eyes. He has seen tons of them during his life, either on the face of his victims a moment before their last breath, or when his lovers tried to convince him to take their relationship to another level, deluded by the thought that they could change him, fix him. Ironically, both situations ended with Kol walking away from a corpse with a full stomach.

With Eve, though... He always finds himself incapable of not obliging. Kol really doesn't know how she does it. He's half convinced that Eve actually knows more magic than she lets them see, and she found a spell that helps her bewitch everyone with a single look.

"And I stand by that," Kol tells her. "But your parents are going to kill me if I teach you a new spell without their approval and supervision." He points out, and really, he can hardly recognize himself. He was never one to follow the rules — actually, more the reason why they were created, due to his wild and chaotic spirit. But now... He spent centuries trapped in a box, and so the last five years. He has no intention of going back in a coffin.

"Well, good thing you're immortal, then!" the little devil says, giving him a large, not-so-innocent smile.

Kol lowers the newspaper enough to show Eve his scowl. "You are hilarious, Spawn."

she huffs in defeat. "Please, Unc' Kol," she says in a sad voice, looking at him with those puppy eyes he tried so hard to avoid. "Just one?" She repeatedly flaps her eyelashes at him, just to give him the final blow.

Kol drums his fingers on the table near him for about a minute before sighting in resignation. "Fine, you win!"

Eve's anger brings him back to the present. "it's not my fault! These cords are broken!" she takes the latters in her firsts. "I told you we should've gone with the resurrection spell." She grumbles, giving him a pout.

Kol replies with an arched eyebrow, not falling for the cute scowl like he did for the puppy eyes. "And I told you I'm not teaching you any of that stuff until you're at least sixteen." he replies while taking the cords from her hands. "Besides, how do you think you will succeed doing a spell as complicated as the resurrection one, when you're having troubles with the basics?" He says to provoke her.

Usually, Eve is the type of person to always pick up a dare. Just like her mother, whenever someone tells her she can't do something, she will do everything in her power to prove them wrong. Most of them use this little trait of her for their own advantage — such as daring her to eat all the vegetables in less than fifteen minutes, for instance.

This time, though... Kol expected to receive a glare from Eve, followed by a performance of her rolling up her sleeves and getting ready to try again the spell; instead, she stares at him for a few seconds before looking down at the cords, her eyes brimes with tears.

Kol has been walking on this earth for longer than a millennium, but he never felt as much guilt as right now. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh..." He coos as he covers her tiny face with his hands.

Eve sniffs while trying to take down a sob. "It's not fair! I'm trying so hard, Unc' Kol, I swear," she wispers the last words, and Kol is sure he heard his heart breaking. "But it doesn't matter how hard I try, I can't get it right! Is something wrong with me?" she asks with such a sadness in her tone that hits him worse than a white oak dagger.

"Spawn, there is nothing wrong you." He coos as he washes off a stained tear on her cheek. "Despite your uniqueness, you are still a young witch. I have met witches from all over the world, during different stages of their life, and trust me when I say that most of those of your age have troubles lighting up a candle. A linking spell is already hard for a seventeen years old witch, let alone for one who's seven."

Eve gently pulls away from him, rubbing her hands on her face to wash away the remaining of her breakdown. "Seven and a half." She mumbles, and Kol can't help but let out a low chuckle.

"Listen... let's take a break, mhm?" Kol says as he stands up. "We will get you a piece of cake, and then we will come back to chords. Deal?" He asks, giving her a little grin.

Eve is about to say yes, but she suddenly has a change of heart, narrowing her adorable eyes at him. "I want half a cake."

"You'll get diabetes, darling."

"Aunt Freya can cure me."

"It doesn't work like that."

"Fine. Then we'll call Aunt Bonnie, too."

"Won't make any difference."

"You just made me cry!" she protests, giving him a daring look. come on, she's saying, try to say no again.

Kol lets out an exhausted sigh. "Three pieces of cake. Take it or leave it."

His exasperation must be showing on his face, because Eve gives him a sympathetic little smile before nodding. "Deal."

He picks her up with the same ease he would use to lift up a feather, before walking in the kitchen while thinking about a way to blame on Freya — or Elijah, but that's plan B — the missing third of the cake.

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Kol felt something tugging down at his jacket just as he hunged up with Caroline. As soon as he turns around, he's welcomed by a very proud smile on Eve's face, accompanied by her little hands holding up a knot. "I did it! " she almost screams with excitement as she goes on her tiptoes to show him better her achievement. "I made the linking spell!"

Looking down at the jumpy young girl in front of him, so proud of herself and eager to see his reaction... it does some little tricks to his wicked heart. It's something completely new, Kol doesn't even know how to call it, or if there's even a name to such emotion. This thing inside his chest... it feels quite like pride, but it's not it. Kol knows that feeling all too well, maybe for the wrong reasons, but nonetheless, he's very familiar with it. This is something more. A mix of emotions that he has never felt since he turned into the beast he is today, more than a millennium ago.

He crunches down to Eve's eye level, giving her a knowing grin. "See? I told you, Spawn, you just needed to let it go. Feel the magic running through your veins, surrounding your body every single day." he tells her with a tone that is supposed to be comforting and soft, but judging from Eve's change of expression, he can tell she felt the bit of melancholy that accidentally slipped in.

"Unc' Kol..." She begins while looking down at the strong, knotted cords on her hands, as if she can't bear to look him directly in the eyes. "Do you think I'll lose it? The magic, the connection we have." She wispers the last sentence, almost like she's scared to jinx it.

"Of course not, Eve. Why would you?" Kol asks as he gently takes the tie from her grasp, an attempt to regain her attention back to his face.

"Mom lost it when she became a vampire. You did, too." she says as she switches her look back to him. "Will I lose it too, when I'll turn?"

That unknown, but not unwelcome, feeling he had before is suddenly replaced by something uglier, a storm of emotions he knows to heart, even though he has never shown it on the outside. Confusion, concern, panic, sadness. All of them are roaming free through all his body like it's a damn highway. Eve was talking about a deadly disease like it's just a band-aid a few seconds ago, giving it for granted. How did they come to this? how did she?

For the first time in his life, Kol finds himself at loss for words. Eve is seven, for God's sake. She's not supposed to think about this stuff. Hell, she's not even supposed to know. Despite his childish nature, Kol is not familiar with kids, but he's sure they're supposed to play with crayons and beg for candies before bedtime instead of worrying about the day they will die.

Eve, a child after her mother's heart, can't handle the silence very well, so she decides to take word after watching Kol's failed attempts to say something — anything. "I know what I am, Unc' Kol. I'm a tribid, which means I'm part witch, part werewolf, and part vampire. Now I'm just a witch, but eventually, I'll turn into the other two, too. I am fine with that — it's not like i can change what i am — I just... I don't want to lose this," she says as she lights up a candle near them with a flick of her fingers. "In the process." She concludes, looking at him like she's expecting something. Comfort, reassurance. A bunch of pretty, soft words that will put at rest her big heart.

It's not like Kol doesn't want to send away these demons that are roaming inside her thoughts, on the contrary. He just... refuse to lie to his niece.

Eve is the very definition of loophole. A child born from an original hybrid and a former witch who managed to cure herself and her mother while she was still in the womb. It's thanks to her if Caroline is still here with them, if those furries in flannels have the powers of a hybrid without the need to put an end to their pathetic life. You would expect that, with this background, she can survive everything. Always victorious, with zero defeats in her path. But the wicked truth is... nobody knows.

Eve has always been full of surprises, and Kol doubts she'll ever stop to leave them impressed, but that also means that they don't know how to protect her. Does she have a weak spot? All of the power she has, will it destroy her? do they have to keep living like this, in the shadows, to keep her safe?

He wants to cradle her between his arms, kissing her forhead, and telling her that she doesn't have to worry about anything. that nothing will ever be able to hurt her. that her magic will always be a constant. But he can't. Because he knows, deep down, that turning into a tribid — killing to be a werewolf, dying to be a vampire — is a matter of when, not of if. and the worst part is... a side of him is relived at the thought that she will turn into something eternal, immortal. And Kol is disgusted by himself.

What kind of person finds comfort into thinking that the sweetest girl to ever exist will turn into a walking corpse?

Kol's head is pounding. This is too much. it's not his place to talk about it, not before Nik and Caroline.

"Don't tell your mother, but I know where she hides the Froot loops," Kol says, a pathetic way to slip out of this conversation. It's lame, he knows, but his mind was still too occupied to put at ease those dark thoughts. "And if you ask nicely, I might give you more than one bowl." he offers as a little and playful grin, which doesn't quite reach his eyes, appears on his face.

Eve is silent for a few minutes with an expression he can't decipher,  no matter how hard he tries, before offering him an understanding smile. "Let's go, Unc' Kol." She says while taking his hand in hers.

He stands up and follows her to the kitchen, but his eyes are fixed on their jointed grip. Eve is actually holding three of his fingers, her little hands disappearing into his own. Kol wishes he could do the same with those worries that are festering Eve's mind. Just put them into his hand and make them... disappear.

[watchtowerindistress]

Oh my God it's been 10 years I can't believe it. The memory still remains despite me having deleted the Klaroline stuff 😅

Drabble of the Week: Fight For Her by LoveDria

Drabble of the Week: Fight For Her by LoveDria

Hello everybody! It’s time for another drabble and I don’t know about you but I’m super excited for this one because it’s a wonderful AU mix of angst and fluff! Starts off rocky but ends on a note that makes you clutch your pillow and squeal like a five year old girl! (more…)

[galvanizedfriend]

hii, Yokan! how are you? <3

i was wondering if you have any rom-com!klaroline fanfiction rec, perchance? I've been craving for those lately 😭😭

have a good day! xoxo

Hug me, friend! 🫂 I love a good rom-com style fic. If you haven't yet, I highly recommend that you read everything by @misssophiachase! She has so many delicious drabbles and fics with that rom-com vibe! Keeping Up Appearances is such a fandom classic, Spellbound is fantastic and has a little magical twist, which I love, and Collision Course is another incredible one! But seriously, just go through everything. Cristy is a *master* of the rom-com fics, there are dozens and dozens, some longer, some shorter, but all equally delicious. I'm sure you'll find material enough there to keep you entertained for a long, long time.

A fic I really love is Colored You In by @lalainajanes. Not sure it qualifies as rom-com but it certainly has the vibes! Delivered by @honestgrins is another fandom classic and it's a You've Got Mail AU, so it fits the description perfectly!

Also, another true classic that is not exactly rom-com but ticks a lot of boxes and has some magical twists and that if you haven't read yet, you definitely should is F*ck You Flowers by @lynyrdwrites. It's such a delightful read, I can't even 🤌🤌

I guess some of these are more the Human AU with romance type rather than classic rom-com, but you get what I mean. 😂

[carolineforbesisawesome]

Hey! Saw you asked for drabble requests and may I humbly suggest some Klaroline hurt/comfort of your choosing? I am of the belief that we don't have enough Caroline being hurt or scared and Klaus making it better

A little Short but here you go:

Caroline's breaths came in ragged gasps as she stumbled through the dense forest, the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the trees, but she couldn't afford to slow down. Her vision blurred from the pain radiating from the deep gash on her side. Blood oozed from the wound, staining her clothes and leaving a trail behind her.

The hunter's footsteps echoed through the woods, relentless and unyielding. She needed to find shelter, a place to hide, but her strength was fading fast. Just as she was about to collapse, a rustling sound caught her attention. Panic surged through her, and she tried to muster the energy to keep moving.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, filled with concern and urgency. "Caroline!"

She turned towards the voice, her vision clearing just enough to see Klaus emerging from the darkness. Relief washed over her, but her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees.

Klaus was at her side in an instant, his arms wrapping around her to support her weight. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of anger and worry.

"Vampire hunter," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. "I couldn't... I couldn't fight him off."

Klaus's eyes darkened with fury. "I'll deal with him later. Right now, we need to get you somewhere safe."

With gentle but firm movements, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Caroline winced as pain shot through her, but Klaus's presence was a balm to her fear. She could feel his power, his determination to protect her.

As he carried her through the forest, Klaus's voice softened. "You're going to be alright, love. I'll make sure of it."

Caroline's head rested against his shoulder, her eyelids growing heavy. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You don't need to thank me, Caroline. You're mine to protect."

They reached an old, abandoned cabin hidden deep within the woods. Klaus kicked the door open and carefully laid Caroline down on a makeshift bed. He quickly set to work, retrieving supplies from a hidden stash. His hands were steady as he cleaned her wound, his touch surprisingly tender.

Caroline winced but didn't pull away. She watched him through half-closed eyes, marveling at the care he took with her. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice weak.

Klaus paused, his gaze meeting hers. "Because I care about you, Caroline. More than you know."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't have the strength to respond. Instead, she let herself drift into unconsciousness, trusting Klaus to keep her safe.

As Caroline slept, Klaus remained by her side, his protective instincts on high alert. He wouldn't rest until he was sure she was out of danger. And when she woke, he vowed to make the hunter pay for daring to harm her.

[garglyswoof]

A small Klaroline drabble bc i miss writing, no promises I'll ever do more than this, but wrote this in an hour based on this amazing prompt.

Some friends joined for the sprint and I'm looking forward to seeing what comes out of their brains! If you see this, feel free to write on this prompt too and tag me, whatever ship!

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Long as I Can See the Light

The night is dark and full of horrors, and she is very much one of them. Dried blood cracks on fingers clutched tight on the wheel for the 24th straight hour of hurtling towards a ten year inevitability. She runs a tongue along her teeth, the taste of copper still strong despite the hour. She is shaking, shaken, what she calls vampire guilt lighting her synapses, images flashing across her field of vision. Elena lying still, Stefan’s face anguished above her, the stabbing motion through a chest wall, the feel of a heart in her hands. It still beats, for a moment, after it’s removed, did you know? An unbidden reminder of life clinging in spite of it all.

Caroline’s never been sure she’ll ever get over those moments, and now she’s not sure if magic will let her. She feels the panic rise, a physical sensation that has her clutching the wheel harder, blowing air out through her nose, calm breaths one two in out calm calm calm.

Panic won’t help this situation, not in the least, and the only thing that will is close enough that now the panic shifts focus to the coming reunion. 

What’s he been doing all this time? Would he even remember her? She’s pretty sure the answer is yes. After all, she's had quite a bit to worry about on her plate yet somehow she still found time to remember the rasp of his stubble on her thighs. Not now, Caroline.

God.

The smell of the city hits her like a freight train, sweet decay, earth and muck and something ageless and unnamed beneath the typical scents of civilization. She glances down at her phone in the passenger seat, a chipper Australian voice telling her to turn off on the next exit for Esplanade and tries to ignore the smudges beneath her eyes, stark in the rearview mirror. There’s just no time to look her best. She isn’t even sure what time she has, whether things had already been set in motion the moment her hand sliced through that man’s rib cage. 

She isn’t sure of anything except that Klaus is the only one who will know what to do.

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Klaus steps back from his work, eyeing the canvas with a thousand years of experience. Something about the light source is off, and he rocks forward, using a palette knife to daub shadows amidst the light. It's fixed now, masterful even if he says so himself, but somehow not enough. 

Nothing really is these days. He knows and recognizes the ennui of an eternal existence, but that certainly doesn't make it easier to bear. Maybe someone needed killing. Maybe he needs to see the Northern Lights again. Maybe he needs to torture Rebecca. Something, anything to break up the monotony which spreads years out like taffy, stretching beyond human lifetimes, beyond anything but his own kind's lifetimes. 

And there is the rub - immortality is, in the end, unbelievably boring. What new things to see and delight in when you’ve experienced it all? It becomes a matter of degrees, a matter of who you share those experiences with. His thoughts flash to a place he’d pretended long buried. He lets go of the pretense in times like these, testing the weight of promise like a tongue against a loose tooth - funny the things that stick with you through the millenia - and thinks of breaking it.

He won’t. He knows this, but the act of testing the bonds makes him feel like he’s in control of this feeling; this strange, heart-flipping, enraging and exhilarating feeling. He thinks of checking in on Mystic Falls but the last time he did he had severed the head of the reporting hybrid with the force of his thrown mobile, and he didn’t need to see what surprises Kol would program into his replacement phone this time. 

He inhales in an action long useless and looks at the canvas, the play of shadows and light, and reaches a hand out to play god. Voices rise, a sussuration that reaches through the plaster, and he sets down his palette with annoyance, deciding that if art isn’t the answer, perhaps a spot of death would be.

He descends the staircase, hand trailing down the antique balustrade, fingers picking up trails of dust he’ll need to eat the housekeeper for, and approaches the voices. Two men - some of his guards, Thierry and Alan perhaps, and a higher pitched voice interrupting, tone demanding with a note of desperation behind it that his mind latches on to before the rest of his thoughts catch up and he realizes that Caroline Forbes is in his foyer, her form emerging as he rounds the landing, her legs bare, covered in blood and her face sallow and oh, the dichotomy of vampire, he hates it, he hates himself, he hates her, he thinks she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Caroline?” His voice betrays nothing to her, and he watches her stifle a flash of annoyance that almost makes him smile.

“Hi, Klaus. Can you get your lackeys to back down? No offense, lackeys,” she says, offering one of the vampires clutching her arm a bright smile. “I just know how he is.”

They drop her arms at a word and step away, leaving the two of them standing alone in the foyer. The sound of locusts whirring outside is almost overwhelming as she lifts her eyes to his, searching.

He’s not sure if she finds what she’s looking for, but she speaks anyway, her eyes bright and trembling.

“I killed a hunter last night, and I didn’t know where else to go.”