#klaus mikaelson vpd

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These fellas are hanging out bc…yk in my mind they're besties

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Hints of Red

This is my entry for @mummybear​‘s 1500 Follower Celebration. Congratulations babe! You totally deserve each and every one of them!  My post was inspired by the song Better Man by Westlife and I am so excited about it!

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader Warnings: Cussing, Implied violence, Drinking

Description: Klaus deals with the aftermath of his actions and is haunted by memories of the past

Klaus gripped the glass of bourbon tightly, balancing it on his knee. It was his sixth. The ticking of the clock was echoing in the room and with each tick, he was falling deeper into a void. Across the room, there was a little strip of light streaming in through the crack in the curtains, warming a book with a worn, red cover on the corner of the table. 

Her favorite book. 

He couldn’t move his eyes off of it, instead, replaying the last time she’d picked it up and had read aloud to him while he painted in the corner. She had been draped across the chaise in one of his old shirts and it felt impossible to keep his focus on the canvas. 

Reading was like second nature to her, her voice melodic and sweet, giving him solace that he had never felt before her. He wished that they could relive this day after day, her reading and his painting.

Now the only sound was the ticking of the clock. 

It was taunting him. Making it clear that he was left alone to wallow in his own self-destruction. He wanted to scream or throw something, but that wouldn’t change his situation. So he shot back the rest of his drink, the burn warm and familiar. Then he poured another one. 

“You look like you could use another drink.” 

Klaus turned his head, a deep frown on his face, to find a girl on the stool next to him. She had her hair piled on top of her head and wore a bright red dress shirt with a tiny little nametag from a restaurant across the street. Her head was tilted up towards him and there was a small smile twitching at the corner of her lip. His first instinct was to blow her off but that would take more energy than he had to give. 

“Or two.” He finally said, swirling the liquid around the glass. 

“It should be against the law for a Friday to be bad.” 

Klaus was silent. He didn’t care much about this girl’s bad day. In a swift motion, he shot back the bourbon and gestured to the bartender. “Two more, please?” 

The bartender poured the drinks and set them down in front of Klaus. He paused for a moment before lifting one of the glasses and setting it down in front of the girl with a loud thunk. She raised a brow quizzically and Klaus shrugged it off and picked up his own glass. 

“Don’t say a word.”

She hid a snicker behind her hand at his annoyed expression but still pulled the glass closer, examining the contents like it might explode. 

“Watch this.” She leaned in and whispered. 

Suddenly, she was lifting herself over the bar and reaching for the spray nozzle. She clicked the button and started filling the cup with Dr. Pepper. Then she snatched up a lemon and squeezed the lemon, squirts of the juice flicking across the surface, before popping a bright red cherry on the top and sitting back down, a look of pride on her face. 

Klaus studied her with an amused expression, “well now you’ve ruined a perfectly good drink.” 

Her jaw dropped a little in shock. “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong. I made the bourbon even more tolerable.” She shoved it towards him excitedly. “Just try it and you’ll see.” 

“I would never drink that filth in a thousand years.” He scoffed, offended that she would suggest that he drink the sugary disgrace. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw her deflate at his dismissal and reach for the glass. For some strange reason, it made him a little sad to see her disappointed. Sooner than she could move it away, Klaus’s hand shot out to stop her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, holding her breath to see what he would do next. Had she offended him by refusing the straight liquor?

“I suppose one little taste wouldn’t kill me. Although it may tarnish my reputation for drinking such rubbish.”  A glimmer of teasing behind his eyes. 

“I have a feeling your reputation can handle it.” She joked back but still let him take the drink from her hand. “I’ll try it your way if you don’t like it.” 

Klaus eyed the drink warily and brought it to his lips and took a sip. The refreshing taste hit his tongue and he had to force himself to keep a straight face. While he always enjoyed the heat that tinged his throat as a good bourbon slid down to warm his belly, this was a more light taste as the liquor mixed with the fizzy soda. 

She had a crinkle on her nose as she cheerfully watched for a reaction and he couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of her eyes on him. He mulled over his thoughts for a long moment, trying to decide what he should say. The longer he waited, the more intense her gaze became and she leaned in closer and closer until a grin grew on his face. 

“I knew it!” She whooped, gently shoving his shoulder a little bit. 

Klaus laughed loudly, louder than he had in months. Somehow, this girl who had inserted herself into his evening of pity had made him feel better than any of his family had in a long time. These days, they were the ones causing his trouble and he was sick of trouble. But she’d brought a smile to his face. 

“Okay, so it wasn’t the drivel I thought it would be, but it doesn’t hold a candle to a nice stiff drink.” 

“Just admit that you liked it better, I know what I’m doing. It’s like a superpower I have.” 

He tilted his head inquisitively, “what, always being right?” 

“Well, that’s a give in,” She gave him a cheeky wink, “no, I can always tell what alcoholic drink someone will like. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on you, that you’re a bourbon cherry smash kinda guy.” 

“Wow, you’ve really got me pegged, haven’t ya?” Klaus was pleasantly surprised that he was enjoying the banter they’d started. “I’m Klaus, by the way.” 

All his problems of the day were starting to melt away as this fragile, human girl was babbling on about different drinks that were ‘totally underrated and yummy’ although he wasn’t following a word of it, rather he was caught up in the sparkle of her eyes and the way her hands were waving around eccentrically. 

Time seemed to move quicker when he was talking to her, and suddenly, hours had passed seamlessly. The bartender was calling out for the last call and they exchanged a look of disbelief, still caught up in the story she was telling about her childhood iguana. 

“Could I walk you home?” He asked, attempting to sound casual. 

“That’d be great,” she slid off the bar stool, “let me pay my tab and we can go.” 

“It’s alright, love, it’s on me.” She opened her mouth to protest but he held his hand out to her, “And don’t try to argue, it’s already taken care of.” 

Wordlessly, she slipped her hand into his and let him lead her out of the bar. The night air was cool against her heated skin and they strolled along, enjoying the sounds of jazz music floating down the streets from open windows. 

“That was really sweet of you to take care of my bill, Klaus, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“It was my pleasure. I wanted to thank you for being the only person in a long time to put a smile on my face. It’s not an easy feat.”

Giving him a bashful smile, she squeezed his hand. “I like your smile, I hope I get to see it more.” 

How much time had passed? 

He hadn’t moved except to refill his drink. Anything else proved to be too difficult. The canvas in the corner was left untouched, the doors and windows closed tight to keep out the sound of the compound, his family had scattered for various reasons. There was nothing to motivate him from moving from his spot on the couch. 

If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the feeling of her arms around him, holding him tight to her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. He could feel her chest rising and falling underneath him, lulling him into serenity. 

No one would have ever guessed that a delicate human could be the only real comfort for the original hybrid. But she never judged him, never expected him to be anything other than who he was. It was the thing he loved most about her. She saw the real him behind all the walls he’d spent years building. 

Maybe that was the problem. She could see into the very depths of his soul, see through every lie when he’d messed up, see what he was even when he’d tried to hide it. And he wasn’t sure if he liked that.

“Do you know what today is? Nik, are you listening to me?” 

Truthfully, he’d been so caught up in the sight of her bare skin that he’d barely heard her honey voice ask him the question. He raised his head slowly to meet her eyes, blushing at the playful grin she gave him. 

“Forgive me, love,” He lifted her arm, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her wrist, and he smiled when he felt the chill run down her body. Still so affected by his touch. “Now, pray tell, what is today?” 

“Today is one year from when we met.” She twirled her finger around one of his curls lazily, basking in the warmth of the sun pouring in from the open balcony door. 

“No, that couldn’t be. Are you sure you’re not thinking of another one of your boyfriends?” 

“Niklaus Mikaelson!” She shoved him futilely and he tightened his hold on her waist. Relenting to his strength, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “You’re a real fool if you think for one second I could be with anyone but you-”

She was cut off by Klaus connecting his lips to hers firmly. Involuntarily, her resolve disappeared and she sunk into the kiss. She’d felt his lips a thousand times before, yet each time she felt like a melted popsicle in the summer sun. 

Much before she was ready to let go, he was pulling away with a clever grin. “My dear, I was just teasing you. Do you truly believe I would allow another man to have what is mine? Or that I would forget the most important day of my life?” 

Words were lost to her at his question. He chuckled at her dazed expression before raising off the bed, letting the white silk sheets fall back over her curves. She took the chance to admire the tensing muscles of his back all the way down to the perfect curve of his bare backside as he walked across the room. In the blink of an eye, he was back at her side, slipping under the sheets and tangling his legs with hers.  

“Nik, you know it startles me when you do that.” 

“Well how do you expect me to get around, love?” He quipped. 

“You could walk to and from like a normal person instead of speeding around like a hot rod.” Laughs mixed with hot kisses against her neck as he held her flush against his chest. He savored every little giggle that he was pulling from her. 

“But then I wouldn’t get to see that funny little look on your face when I startle you. And it’s such a cute face. Besides, I haven’t got the time to waste by walking at a snail’s pace.” 

She snorted, “you’re an original, Nik, you’ve got endless amounts of time. But I can tell you, if you keep whipping around here, you may lose me to a heart attack.” 

Klaus’s nose traced yours lightly, “I wouldn’t want that, I’m going to be keeping you around for as long as you’ll have me. Don’t want to have that ruined by something as miniscule and human as a heart attack.” 

Her heart warmed with his lovely words, she buried her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her love on his skin mixed with a hint of mahogany and bourbon. It would be impossible for her to ever be tired of that smell. 

She trailed tiny kisses along his collar bone, hoping to stir something in him for a third time that day, but he took matters into his own hands, flipping her onto her back and he rolled on top of her. 

“I have a gift for you, my sweet cherry.” His voice low in her ear and she shivered in anticipation. 

Hastily, he sat up and tugged her into a sitting position. From the side of the bed, he revealed a small necklace box to her. She held it, shocked, her eyes darting between the box on her palm and Klaus’s face.  

“Wha-what is it?” 

“Why don’t you open it and find out?” 

Zealously, she flipped open the lid to find a delicate ruby necklace on a gold chain, the sight taking her breath away. “Oh, Nik, it’s stunning. You shouldn’t have...”

“Hush now. You deserve more than anything I could ever give you but that won’t keep me from trying.” He trailed a finger down her cheek, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You are the love of my life and I will cherish you until my dying breath.” 

He ghosted his lips against hers and then lifted the necklace out of the box, fastened it around the back of her neck. The ruby fell between her breasts like a beacon on her naked skin and he fell back onto his palms to get a better look. 

“I am the luckiest man in the entire world to have the most perfect woman at my side.”

Red. That’s all he could see when he was angry. The red of blood dripping onto the cobblestones. The red of a raging fire consuming the land. The red of the very devil in his soul. 

That was before. 

Now all he could see was a different kind of red. The red of her cherry lollipop. The red of her camisole slipping down her shoulder. The red of the sunset from the last night he’d spent with her. 

And then it was gone before he’d really had a chance to enjoy it. His heart clenched at the memory of that split second rage that burned his future to the ground. He wondered if she thought about him the same way or if he was only a distant memory to her now. 

How much time had passed?

He wasn’t drunk, maybe close, but not drunk enough to forget what he wanted to forget. Instead, he was consumed by pain and sorrow. There was the overwhelming urge to cry, a feeling he’d never felt as strong in the years before her. Everything was different after her.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. 

Klaus stormed into the compound, blood drenching the front of his white shirt. She followed hot on his heels, hollering obscenities the entire time. Her voice echoed off the walls, making his heart race with adrenaline and he was close to losing control. 

“Enough!” He screamed as he whipped around to face her. 

She shrunk back for a fraction of a second before moving to get in his face, her teeth grit together. “Why in the fuck would you do that, Nik?” 

“Why were you following me in the first place? I told you to stay here!” He growled menacingly. 

“I followed you because I had a bad feeling and I didn’t want you to get hurt.” She rammed the heels of her hands against his chest and he snarled. “You had no right-”

“I had every right! I’m the King and I can do what I want!” 

She backed away, letting out a growl of frustration. “You pigheaded man!” 

With a disgusting delight, he laughed like that was the most amusing thing he’d ever heard. Tonight, he was a different person. He was cold and nasty, refusing to see the part he had played in what had happened. The countless bodies that lay on the floor of Rousseau's at his and Marcel’s hand.

It had seemed like a good idea in the beginning, to follow him and make sure that the Faction didn’t outnumber him. She hadn’t the faintest clue what she could do as a human, but she loved him and she’d put up a hell of a fight.

What she hadn’t expected was to find Marcel and Klaus feasting on the poor bodies of the Faction, scattered across the floor of the bar like peanut shells. To see the man she loved tearing into people like an animal. 

“They tried to make a mockery of me. I cannot stand for that!”

“Are you so worried about your reputation that you would kill mercilessly after you’ve worked so hard for redemption? Why is this so important to you, Nik?” She crossed her arms stubbornly, her wrath-filled gaze on him. 

“Would you have me let them live after they have so clearly gone against me?” He spat the words out like poison. In his head, he knew he should stop, he should apologize, but his mouth was saying anything but. 

This was pointless, she could see that now. All of the pain she’d buried had risen to the surface and she couldn’t go back to hiding it again. 

“You’re not yourself, Nik. These past few months, you’ve changed. You’re callous and paranoid, driving away the people who are closest to you. I have loved you for years, watching you break and put pieces back together time after time, but I cannot figure out why this is the thing you’re willing to throw everything away for.” 

He looked at her with a cold glare. “This is my home, my kingdom, and no one will stand in my way.” 

“Well...” Her voice was a quiet whisper, “then I won’t stand in your way anymore.”

Those words stunned him and it became eerily silent. Klaus wanted to deny her, to fall at her feet and beg her to forgive him for all the months he had been cruel to her during this crusade for New Orleans. 

His feet stayed frozen in place, his desires being overpowered by his pride. 

Her eyes were filled with tears, begging him to say anything that would compel her to stay, anything that would show the man she’d fallen in love with still existed. After a few moments of silence, she reached to the back of her neck and unclasped the ruby necklace from their first anniversary. 

They both stared at it dangling loose in the air. All their memories were captured in the gem like a time capsule. She let go of the necklace and it dropped to the ground, bouncing on the cobblestones until it came to a stop.

“Good-bye, Nik. I hope you enjoy your lonely kingdom.” 

Turning sharp on her heel, she walked out of the compound, leaving him in the glow of the blood red moon. 

There was only one thing to do, it had been in the front of his mind the whole time. Klaus wanted to go to her, to work through this fight and be able to hold her the way he used to. 

Would she laugh at him? Did she hate him for everything he’d put her through over the years? Maybe he had worn her down until she couldn’t even stand to look at him, let alone be with him. Was it possible for her to ever love him the way she used to?

There was only one way to find out.

Klaus let the empty bottle fall onto the floor and roll away, clanking against the other discarded bottles. Forcing himself up, he took a shaky breath and wiped away the tears that had stained his cheeks. He was disheveled, his scruff grown longer than he usually let it and his shirt was wrinkled and stained. 

Those things didn’t stop him though as he walked down the stairs and out the compound like he was in a stupor. He passed through the streets, the path to her being one he’d walked so many times since he’d walked her home on that first night. 

Overhead, the moon shone bright like a lighthouse in the night. A full moon. It had been a month since he’d let her leave. 

He hadn’t thought of what he might say and sooner than he’d realized, he was standing outside of her apartment. It was a mere ten steps away and he was losing the gumption he’d gained from the walk. 

Stepping forward, again and again, and then his hand was knocking on the faded red door. He could hear the unmistakable sound of her footsteps coming towards the door. His heart stopped as the door swung open and she was in front of him. Her hair was back, with little strands falling against her neck, and she was wearing one of his old shirts with her little shorts peeking out from the edge. 

She let out a little gasp of surprise at the sight of him. His immediate thought was that she was scared of him and that idea broke his heart even more. 

“Nik...” He’d barely heard her voice above the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. 

“Hello, love.” 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” 

She was even more lovely than he could ever possibly remember. Klaus was speechless as he watched her glance out the door, waiting for something that might tell her this was a joke. Then she raised her eyebrow, waiting for an answer and he looked down at his feet nervously. 

“I...I had to see you, I can’t stop thinking of you.” 

Folding her arms tightly, she stepped back just enough to let him through the door, no invitation needed. He passed by her, brushing against her skin and the touch shot a spark down his spine, but she shifted her body back so he couldn’t touch her again. 

The room was the same as the last time he’d been there, a fire blazing in the fireplace, with books scattered on every surface and a long-forgotten cup of tea cooling by the couch. There were little pieces of her everywhere that made him yearn to sink into its comforts. 

“Is everything alright, Nik? Are you hurt?” 

Her voice snapped him back to the present. “What?” 

“I asked if you were hurt?” She was still lingering by the door, her arms wrapped around her body like she was trying to hold herself together. 

“No, I’m not hurt. Physically, that is.” Klaus turned so that he was facing her directly. “I don’t know what to do without you. Every plan I’d ever made for the rest of my life included you and now...I’m just lost.” 

Her face softened with understanding, realizing that he was hurting. “I get it...”

“You do?” 

“Of course I do. We were together for so long, I don’t really know how to be alone.” She moved over to the couch and tucked her feet under her body, studying his face the whole time. That confession eased his own fears a little. “Have you been sleeping at all?” 

“I’m not really sure...” He mumbled. 

“Oh, Nik.” Reaching forward, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit down next to her. He settled into the cushions and let the familiar scent of her cover him. “You look so worn out, you need to rest.” 

“I can’t rest, love. I can’t close my eyes without seeing the image of you walking away from me. I cannot rest until you understand how much I love you, how much I need you.” She let out a deep sigh, already shaking her head, but he continued before she could speak. “Please listen, understand, that I am nothing without you. I thought that winning New Orleans was what I wanted...” 

“But?” She asked tentatively.

He lifted his eyes to meet hers, praying to see forgiveness, “but I realized that all I want is you. You tried to tell me that it wouldn’t make me happy, but I was an idiot. I didn’t listen to you and when you left, I should have stopped you...” 

When he’d first told her about who he truly was, he’d told her all of the ways he’d betrayed his family, all of the mistakes he’d made, and the feelings that lurked in the shadows of his mind. But he’d promised that he would never hurt her. In that promise, she saw the man that he was and everything they could be together. 

“You broke my heart by letting me walk away. I kept thinking you would call out for me, ask me to stay, but you didn’t. Why are you coming to me now?” 

“I thought that pride and reign of the city would be all I’d ever need. I was wrong...” Klaus took her hand apprehensively, expecting her to yank it away, but she didn’t. “For a thousand years I have been taught that control and fear are the best ways to get what I want. Then I met you, and you showed me that there was more to life. You helped me right the wrongs I had made. You made me want to be a better man.

“When I started this crusade for New Orleans, I lost sight of the man I wanted to be. I let my past creep back in and allowed it to twist our relationship into something ugly. For that, I will never be able to forgive myself.” 

“It wasn’t only you...” 

“Yes it was. Every day, you were fighting for me to be what you needed, and I failed you.” 

Cautiously, she raised up and sat in his lap, sliding her arms around his neck just as he wrapped his around her waist. It was a position they’d been in so many times before but he couldn’t remember his heart beating as hard as it was right now. 

“Listen to me, Nik, we all make mistakes. I’d say ‘we’re all human’ but that’s not exactly true.” She quipped. “But I never stopped believing in you. I know what kind of a man you are and the fact that you’ve been this torn up about it, makes it clear that you’ve changed.” 

“Do you hate me?” He asked, his voice as quiet as a child being scolded. 

Her thumb rubbed on the nape of his neck, considering the question. “I could never hate you, I love you.” 

Tears shone in his crystal eyes, “can you ever forgive me?” 

“I think I’m already starting to. I can’t picture my life without you and I don’t want to anymore.” A little smile teased on her lips and he’d never felt so happy to see her smile before. 

“I vow to you that I will win your forgiveness and your trust. My life will be devoted to you and your happiness until my dying breath.” 

She giggled, snuggling in closer to him and he held her tighter, afraid she might disappear. “That might be quite a long time.” 

“Anything shorter than eternity will never be enough time with you, love.” 

Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Butterflies erupted in his stomach at the sound of her heartbeat jumping erratically and he pulled her in deeper. They had missed out on so many kisses in just that month and he intended to make up for every one. 

Overwhelmed, she drew back with a giddy look on her face. “That’s one thing I’ve definitely missed.” He snorted in agreeance.

 “What about this?” He asked, slipping out her necklace from his pocket. 

Her jaw dropped and she grabbed it quickly. “I never thought I’d get this back. Please don’t ever let me take it off again, Nik.” 

“Never, darling.” He muttered before pressing a kiss to her temple and snuggling into the cushions, finally relieved to have his love back in his arms again. 

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Thinking of You

A Klaroline story.

Warnings🚨: mentioned character death and angst.

Summary: Just a small look at Carolines journey to Klaus.

Caroline stood in front of a gray headstone. The engraving read, "Here lies Stefan Salvatore, Husband and friend."

Tears freely fell from her blue eyes. After years of picking fights and getting into trouble his luck finally ran out. One bad fight. That's all it took to rip him away from her. She cried in front of his gravestone for hours, long after everyone else left. She just couldn't hold back the tears. It wasn't until the moon had lite up the sky that her tears finally ran out. But even still she starred down at the rock that summed up her husbands life in seven words.

Out from the shadows crept the figure of a man. A man she knew well. Only she had no energy left to scream and tell him to leave. He drew in close, but said nothing. Eventually she looked up at him, those stormy blue eyes held no grudges. Just empathy and sorrow. He held his arms open and she couldn't hold back, she fell forward and let him catch her tired body.

His army gently wrapped around her. He held her close and offered no fake words of reassurance. Klaus simply let her mourn while offereing what little comfort he could. Due to extreme fatigue sweet Caroline fell asleep in the arms of the hybrid who could never replace the vampire she buried.

When she woke up the next day she was in bed. Confused she looked around, but all she found was a glass of water with a small note next to it.

"My dearest Caroline,

Sleep well and feel better.

Your forever,

Klaus."

She looked around the room once more, but there was no other trace of the hybrid, only the small act of kindness remained. She laid back down wondering what to do next. Stefan was all she had left. Her only friend that still remained was the oldest Salvatore, but she was nowhere near ready to face him. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep lost in a sense of hopelessness.

She spent the next hundred years traveling. She never stayed in one place long, always moving on before she could make a real connection with anyone. But that could only last so long. She fell in love again, and lost again and again.

Through all the heartbreak her mind would always wonder back to one man. She found herself wondering what he was doing. Wondering what trouble he was causing somewhere in the world. Wondering if his mind ever found its way back to her. She even stopped herself from wishing she could see him again. Only she could never quite get his words out of her mind. The longer she lived the more his promise ran through her mind.

But still she continued to travel and ignore the pull to him. Another fifty years of running from herself and she couldn't take it anymore.

A million thoughts ran rampant in her mind as she walked to the door of his lastest house. Will he remember her? What if he moved on? What if she was nothing more than a bad memory?

Three short knocks signaled her arrival, then she waited. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she listened to the footsteps near. The creak of the door was the only noise, she couldn't bring herself to say anything and he was too shocked to finally see her of the doorstep.

Her eyes told her story for her. She was no longer the naive teenager from Mystic Falls, but a woman who's experienced the best of time along with the worst of times. And she was more beautiful than ever.

Klaus offered no snide remark or I told you so's. He'd been waiting too long for this day to ruin it with sarcasm. He simply held out his arms and much like she did one hundred and fifty seven years ago she ran forward and fell into his arms.

She smiled as his arms drew her in close and gently surrounded her with love. After all these years she found her way home.