caroline bright

The Hunt - Part 1

Y/N moved to Mystic Falls, Virginia a year ago in the hopes of starting over. She wanted to be something other than a hunter, she had always hated that life and one day, she left it. Of course, Mystic Falls is overrun with supernatural creatures, but most of them seem to be good so she doesn’t have to kill them. None of her new friends know about her past, but now there’s a supernatural creature on a killing spree in and around Mystic Falls. How long will it be before her past catches up with her?

Pairing/s: Klaus x Caroline (Mentioned), Fem!Reader x Caroline x Bonnie x Elena (Platonic), No others yet

Characters: Fem!Reader, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett, Jeremy Gilbert, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel. Klaus Mikaelson, Matt Donavon & Tyler Lockwood (Mentioned)

Warning/s: Mentions of murder and alcohol

A/N: A huge thank you to @abbylizmusic for being my beta!

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anonymous asked:

kc + original!caroline + intimate? it doesn't have to be smut, just intimacy please and thank you. any length is fine xoxo

No smut but smut adjacent!

Keep Doing That Forever

The blankets on their bed are already turned down when Caroline enters the bedroom and she glances at them longingly for a moment before heading towards her dressing table. She can hear Klaus in the closet, the rustle of fabric faintly audible as he undresses. She hears his clothes land in the hamper and smiles to herself, pleased. There were many nights when what they wore during the day - or the scraps that remained - ended up strewn across the floor and Caroline only complained if something she’d particularly loved ended up destroyed. After years of traveling light and neat, running from Mikael, Klaus had gotten a little too comfortable once he’d died, let his things spread out liberally in their private quarters and in his studio.

Caroline had initially bitten her tongue, content to watch him relish in his ability to relax after centuries of carrying the weight of keeping them safe.

Until, drowsy from a long night of not sleeping, her limbs heavy with satiation, in search of a shower to wash away the scent of sex and blood on her skin, she’d tripped over a pair of his boots.

And he’d laughed at her. He’d attempted to hide it. Caroline never would have consented to marry an idiot and the past thousand years had honed Klaus’ survival instincts to a fine edge. Still, those same years had taught her to read him, she knew his softest sounds, his smallest tells and no pillow could muffle the laughter he’d tried to keep silent.

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Luck- Part 1

Y/N and her best friend, Mia, win a trip to spend a week with the boys from 5 Seconds of Summer. The more time that Y/N spends with Luke, the more she realizes that she has feelings for him. But does he have feelings for her? 

Your “There! I see our names!” your friend, Mia said, pointing directly in front of her.

Looking over you saw a middle aged woman holding a sign with both of your names on it. Grabbing your bag from off the floor, you threw it over your shoulder, while putting your oversized Kate Spade purse on next.

The two of you walked over to the woman, who smiled as you approached. Her shoulder length brown hair was straight and she had just the right amount of makeup to bring out the features of her face. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a white loose fitting tank top. The pair of wedges that she wore made her taller and you had to look up at her as you approached.

“You must be Y/N and Mia,’ the woman said, her green eyes bright. “I’m Caroline.”

Nodding your head, you and Mia took turns introducing yourselves to Caroline.

“You guys must be so excited. I know the boys are!” Caroline said, turning to walk towards the exit.

You and Mia followed behind her as you walked towards the front of the airport. There were crowds of people everywhere. Somewhere leaving to go on trips while others were coming back. The sound of people laughing and talking filled the airport.

Leaving the cool air behind you, you emerged into the sweltering heat. The sun was bright and you had to squint your eyes, not yet used to it. Even if shorts and a tank top you were hot.  

Caroline walked towards the black BMW that was parked directly in front of the three of you. You and Mia followed and placed your bags inside the trunk that Caroline had opened. Slamming the trunk closed, you climbed into the backseat with Mia besides you.

Caroline turned the air conditioner on full blast before taking a final look in the rearview and pulled out into the busy airport traffic.

The drive from the airport to the house would have been quick and easy but the traffic made it painful. On any other day, you wouldn’t have minded the traffic but today was different. You just wanted to arrive to your destination, excited for what was in store.

Finally, after an hour you made it to the house. There was a iron gate blocking the driveway and it opened when Caroline entered a code into the call box.

The medium sized white house was set back from the road just enough that it was hard to be seen through the fence and trees surrounding it. It was two stories high with white siding and blue shutters. There was a basketball hoop in the driveway with an abandoned basketball lying next to it.

It was here. The moment you had been waiting for. Waiting almost three months for. Living with the boys from 5 Seconds of Summer for a whole week. Six nights and seven days.

You had won a contest that invited you to live the boys for the week. You never won anything. When you had gotten the call you had thought you were being pranked. But it was real. After you had lost your mind you had phoned Mia to tell her the good news. The contest allowed you to take one friend and of course you had chosen Mia.  

“Welcome to your home for the next week!” Caroline said, gesturing towards the house.

You looked over at Mia who gave you a reassuring smile. Opening the stepped back out in the hot summer heat. You followed Caroline to the trunk of the car and grabbed your bag, placing it on your right shoulder.

You heard the front door open and close followed by four Australian accents chatting loudly. They smiled as they approached and suddenly you felt yourself become nervous.

The four boys came to a stop next to you and immediately Ashton went for a quick hug.

“Welcome,” he said. “I’m Ashton.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said. “And that’s Mia.”

Ashton introduced the rest of the boys who gave you a small wave. Luke’s eyes lingered on moment too long and you turned away, feeling your cheeks turn a slight shade of red. You looked around at the others but no one else seemed to notice.

“Let me carry your bag,” Ashton said, taking your bag off your shoulder.

Calum carried Mia’s and the of you followed them into the house with Luke and Michael right behind you.

Ashton placed your bag at the foot of the stairs and you laid your purse next to it. Your first thought was that the house was clean for four boys living together.

Looking around, you could tell that the house was medium sized but large enough to accommodate the six of you. To the left was the living room with a good sized couch and the boys guitars all lined up perfectly in their stands. To the right was the dining room with a table that was big enough for all of you. Directly in front of you, was the kitchen. There was a large fridge and an island with a bar in the middle. There were four bar stools lined up against it.

You followed Ashton into the kitchen where he pulled out two water bottles for you and Mia. Thanking him, you took it out of his hand and drank half of the bottle, not realizing how thirsty you were.

“Do you guys like pizza?” Calum asked.

You and Mia nodded. “Who doesn’t like pizza?” Mia asked.

Calum laughed. “Good point. Any specific toppings?”

Shaking your head, Calum nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket, ordering the pizza.

“Luke and I will show you where your room is,” Ashton said.

Mia and you followed Ashton and Luke out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Ashton had stopped to pick up Mia’s bag and Luke picked up yours.  

At the top of the stairs, Aston gestured to the left and pointed out the two rooms, identifying them as Luke’s room and across the hall Calum’s room. Directly in front of you, was Michael’s room and to the right was Ashton’s room. Across the hall from his room, was your and Mia’s room.

Following Ashton and Luke into the room, the boys set your bags down on the bed before turning around to face you and Mia.

Your eyes met with Luke’s blue ones and he gave you a friendly smile, turning a slight shade of red in the process.

“Do you girls need anything?” Ashton asked.

You shook your head as the boys headed towards the door. Luke gave you a final look before the closing the door behind him.

Your room was a decent size. There were two dressers on opposite walls with a king size bed taking up the majority of the floor space. On either side of the bed was a night stand both with matching lamps on them. There was also a huge walk in closet that was connected to your own bathroom. You had never seen a bathroom this big. The bath was the size of a jacuzzi and there was a huge shower that could probably fit at least all four grown adults comfortably.  The counter space was endless. There were two counters on parallel walls both with their own sink.

“Luke was totally checking you out!” Mia said as soon as the door was shut.

“Shut up! No he wasn’t!” you shot back, feeling your cheeks turn pink. However, you were completely ok with this since Luke was your favorite member of the group and Mia knew that.  

“Y/N, I’m serious!” Mia said, dropping a pile of clothes into one of the dresser drawers.

You shook your head and unzipped your travel bag, unpacking your clothes into the large walk in closet. Mia and you unpacked your belongs in a comfortable silence, with the occasional laugh coming from downstairs from the boys. As soon as you pulled the last shirt out of your bag, the doorbell rang. You immediately heard the boys cheer and one of them race to the door.

When the door slam close, the two of you headed back down the stairs to join the boys. Walking into the kitchen, you immediately noticed three boxes of pizza sitting on the kitchen table.

The door slammed close and Calum called everyone to the kitchen. When you walked in, you immediately noticed three boxes of pizza sitting on the kitchen table and the smell of cheese and pepperoni made your mouth water.

Luke was grabbing a slice of pizza when you walked over. He offered you the plate that you were holding and you graciously took it.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling.

“Your welcome,” Luke said, his strong Australian accent making you weak.

You followed Luke into the family room, where the rest of the boys were settled on the couch, arguing over what to watch.

“You guys wanna watch a movie?” Mike asked you.

Nodding your head, you sat down on the floor, next to the coffee table. Luke was sitting on the other side and smiled at you. Mia sat down on the couch next to Ashton.

“Let’s move the coffee table for more room,” Luke suggested.

Together Luke and Michael moved table to the other side of the room. Ashton handed you and Luke your own pillows so that the two of you could lay on the floor. You placed the pillow in front of the couch and laid down with Luke laying next to you.

Somehow during the first movie, you and Luke ended lying close to each other. His leg was touching his and his hand kept brushing yours. As you went to pull your hand away, he whispered, “You don’t have to move it.” His blue eyes met yours as you smiled as left your hand where it was.

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 5

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Part 5

Please note that I am French so there might be some grammar mistakes here and there :)

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(Takes place in 2x14)

Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries

You meet Caroline and help Bonnie with a spell.

Robert was gone for the week. It was a work thing he didn’t really explain but you didn’t mind. 

Bonnie was supposed to come over for the night but she called and canceled. Apparently, Caroline had been abducted by werewolves and got hurt in the process. Stefan and Damon rescued her but she was still shaken up. She and Elena were going to spend the night at the blonde’s.You didn’t really understand what was going on or why the werewolves took Caroline but you didn’t ask, figuring it was none of your business.

You had trouble falling asleep once again, you were scared of the nightmares. You woke up early. Actually, a nightmare woke you up. You got out of your bed quickly. You didn’t know what to do.

 After you got out of the shower you decided not to cook breakfast because you weren’t feeling like eating anything. 

You could remember the nightmare this time. You were back at the old dirty house were you first learn about the existence of vampires. You were alone in the house but you couldn’t get out. Every time you tried to leave you were entering the same room again. Then Trevor and Rose joined you followed by Elijah. Rose was screaming, in pain and Trevor’s head was falling on the ground. That’s when you woke up.

Rose… Bonnie told you she was dead because of a werewolf bite.

Your ringtone pulled you away from your thoughts. You looked at your phone and saw Bonnie’s name. You took a deep breath and shook your head before answering.

“Hello?” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Y/N, hi! I didn’t wake you, did I?”

It was around 9 AM.

“No, not at all, what’s up?”

“I’m so sorry I canceled last night but Caroline needed me…”

“Don’t apologize I completely understand! How is she?”

“Caroline? She’s good! She says hi!”

You figure out, she is still at the blonde’s place.

“Elena’s leaving with Stefan for the week-end and Caroline and I were planning on having lunch at the Grill, we wondered if you wanted to come with us… You know… To make it up for last night?”

You didn’t know what to answer, her request surprised you.

“Hey Y/N!” you hear Caroline’s voice on the phone.

“Hello Caroline, how are you feeling?”

“I’m good, look, we’re having lunch at the Grill at noon, be there, we’re not asking! Bye”

You don’t have time to reply because she hung up on you. She sounded friendly and joyful. 

You sighed. It’s not like you had a choice anyway. It would be rude not to show up. Besides, you were curious to know why they wanted you there.

You arrived early at the Grill but they did too because they were already there.

“Y/N!” you hear Bonnie calling your name.

“Hi!” Caroline says with a bright smile on her face. She seemed okay, she didn’t seem hurt at all.

“Hello” you say, timidly.

“I have so many questions for you” the blonde tells you.

“You do?” you don’t believe her, she was going to be disappointed if she was expecting some great stories about your life.

You sat down at a table and ordered lunch.“I don’t know what to tell you, Caroline…”

“Tell me about you!” she says like it was obvious.

You stare at her.“Uh…Well… I’m Julie Jonhson” you weren’t sure they knew your last name. “I’m in last year of high school….”

“What do you like?” Caroline cuts you off.

“What do I like? Well…”

“She likes to draw” Bonnie answers for you.

“Really?” Caroline sounds interested. 

“What do you draw?”

“Pretty much anything…” you answer. “But, I had some inspiration problem recently…” you say, taking a bite of your meal.

“Really? Do you know why?” Bonnie asks

“I haven’t been sleeping much… And I just discovered about… the supernatural…My head’s a mess right now…”

“You’re having nightmares?” Bonnie asks, a worried look on her face.

You nod.

“Don’t worry, it gets better” Caroline says. You weren’t sure she meant that.

You keep talking. You learn that Caroline was dating Matt but they also talk about what was going on in this town. You hear about Tyler being a werewolf and that Luka’s dad had helped them escape the werewolves last night. Something that surprised all three of you.

“So, tell me about this big witchy plan you’ve been cooking up?” Caroline asks Bonnie.

You frown. A witchy plan?

“We still don’t know the extend on what’s Elijah’s up to”

“No we don’t” the blonde nods.

“So, I’m gonna ask Luka to tell me what he knows”

You raised your eyebrows while Caroline looked skeptical. “And, he’s not gonna tell you anything” she says.

“I didn’t say he was gonna have a choice” Bonnie replies with a smile.

Caroline looked up to wave at Matt who seemed pretty angry.

“What was that about?” Bonnie asks her friend.

“I don’t know, I thought that we…” she sighs, “I don’t know”.

You keep talking about random things, getting to know Caroline a little better. She was exactly like you assumed she would be. Optimistic, joyful, funny. Once you had finished lunch, Caroline went to talk to Matt. You stayed with Bonnie until Caroline came back. She seemed upset.

“Everything alright?” you ask her.

“It’s just… Tyler…” she says, throwing her hands in the air.

You don’t insist. 

“So, Y/N! Tell me, got any boyfriend wrapped up around your finger?”

You laugh, “Uh, no”

“Oh…” Caroline says, obviously disappointed, “not even a crush?” 

You laugh again “Sorry, no”

Bonnie went to buy coffee for Luka when she came back you decided it was time for you to go. “Well, I’m gonna leave you to your business then”

“What? No stay!” Bonnie says, grabbing your arm.“Did you need me to help?” you say, surprised.

“Don’t you wanna know what’s going on?” the witch asks you.

“Well… I just don’t want to get in your way…” you say, looking up at Caroline who looked hesitant.

“You won’t be, besides we could use some extra help”

You stare at her before you nod “okay, sure…”

You watch Bonnie walking her way to Luka with the coffee. You see Jeremy coming your way, he looks at you strange, surprised to see you there. You smile at him shyly.

“Hey, how is it going?” he asks Caroline.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Bonnie called, I wanted to help” he answers the blonde’s question. “How is it going?”

“She’s selling it and he’s buying it”Jeremy was obviously jealous and Caroline was obviously just realizing that the little Gilbert boy had a crush on her friend, which surprised you. Were you the only one who knew about it?

You see Luka struggling to stay on his feet and you follow Caroline and Jeremy who was helping him out of the Grill, to Caroline’s house.

Bonnie had put something in Luka’s coffee which made him pass out. 

You waited for the night to do the spell. You were in Caroline’s living room. Luka was laying on the floor. 

“Okay, we only have an hour or two before my mom gets home” the vampire said carrying lots of candles. “And these were all I could find”

“How does this work?” Jeremy asks. You had to admit that you were curious too.

“I’ll put him in a trance and ask him questions, it’s like hypnosis” the witch answers

“You’re sure you’re strong enough for this?” you hear Jeremy say. Now you start to worry. Could Bonnie get hurt doing this?

“That’s what the candles are for, I’ll draw power from the flames”

That does not reassure you.

“I’ll get the matches” Caroline says.

“I got it” Bonnie says before you see the candles light up.

“Wow” you say.

Bonnie laughs.

“I’m never gonna get used to that” Jeremy says

“Oh come on, that’s pretty hot and you know it” Caroline laughs

“I need a bowl of water” Bonnie says to Jeremy.

“Okay, what was that? It’s hot?” Bonnie says to Caroline after Jeremy had left the room

“He is so crushing on you” You smile at the blonde statement.


“So? You’d rather be with warlock traitor over here?”

“I’m not into Luka. It’s just…you know, he understood me and he was new and different”

“And you’ve known Jeremy since forever and you only see him one way, as Elena’s brother.”Bonnie nods before looking at you. You smile at her thinking back to the conversation you had in your bedroom the other night.

“And you’re a witch and I’m a vampire. You know it’s not like we’re in any position to…”

“To be picky.” Bonnie cuts her off

“No” Caroline laughs “To judge”

Jeremy comes back and Bonnie takes the bowl from him.“He’s waking up” you warn Bonnie.

You watch Bonnie put her fingers in the water before putting her hands on each sides of Luka’s head. The flames on the candles grow bigger and Luka starts panting.

“You’re not… hurting him, are you?” you ask

“No, it won’t hurt him, he won’t even remember it after I’m done”

You watch carefully moving your eyes from Bonnie to Luka but nothing happens. You all stay quiet for quite a while before Caroline finally speaks up.“How long is this gonna take?”

“I don’t know, he’s fighting me” Bonnie answers

“Please stop” you hear Luka say “Please”

Finally, something happens “Yeah. Alright” Bonnie says. “Why are you working with Elijah?” she asks first.

You thrill at the mention of the vampire’s name but nobody seems to notice it.

“Klaus.” We both want him dead” 

Caroline, Jeremy and Bonnie seemed surprised by his answer. But that doesn’t stop her.“You wanna kill Klaus too. Why?”

“Because he has her and we have to get her away from him.”

You see Bonnie shake her head, confused.“Who are you talking about?”

“My sister”

“His sister?” Jeremy says, surprised.

“Why does he have her?” Bonnie continues.

“He’s searching for a way to undo the curse without the doppelgänger. He’s forced generations of witches to help him for centuries.” 

You’re horrified by his answer. It was your understanding that Klaus wasn’t a nice person and you couldn’t but imagine what he’s done to all those witches who couldn’t figure out a way to give him what he wanted.

“What has Elijah promised you?” Bonnie asks and you were getting more and more curious.

“If we help Elijah kill Klaus, he’s promised to return her to us”

“And how do you kill Klaus? How do you kill an Original vampire?”

Now, you were getting worried. Did they want to kill Elijah? You knew Klaus was more dangerous than him but if they were able to kill Klaus, they could do the same with Elijah. Should you even be worry for him? Wasn’t he on your side?

Luka starts fighting back.“He’ll kill me if I tell you, don’t make me” he says, scared.

“It’s okay Bonnie, we can find another way” Jeremy says and you agreed with him.

“No” is all Bonnie says “How will you kill Klaus?”

“After the sacrifice, Klaus will be vulnerable, weak. It’s are only chance.”

You frown. “After the sacrifice?” you ask.

“What do you mean, “after?” Bonnie wants to know more.


“But Elena will be dead.” Bonnie says

“Yes, Elena has to die” are Luka’s last words.

“No” you hear Jeremy say.

Now you were scared. Elijah wanted to sacrifice Elena. You were wrong all along. But you felt something else too. Was it disappointment? That’s what happens when you don’t socialize with people, you don’t have that kind of feelings because people can’t disappoint you when you don’t expect anything from them… Wait… Since when were you expecting something from Elijah? Having friends and getting involve in other people’s life and problems were going to have an impact on your life. Not long ago your biggest worry was high school, today you were dealing with 1000 years old vampires and sacrifices. You weren’t sure you wanted to be a part of it. Who would? You weren’t too involved. You could just walk away and tell them you didn’t want to have anything to do with their problems. But you didn’t want to walk away. It felt wrong. You felt the need to help them. Maybe it was stupid but you were there. You had met Elijah, heard about Klaus… You were already involved.

Caroline said she was going to drive Luka back home. You went to the bathroom, still scared. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a while. You sigh and step out of the room. 

“You think I’m hot?” you hear Jeremy ask Bonnie.Your eyes grow bigger when you approach and see them kiss. You decide not to interrupt them.

After a while you hear Bonnie call your name.

“I’m here” you say

“Hey” Jeremy waves goodbye before stepping out of the house.

You walk Bonnie to her car before getting into yours. You don’t leave right away. You stare at nothing for a few minutes. Thinking about your day. Thinking back to the other day, when you saw Elijah again. You weren’t scared that day. Now, you weren’t sure you wanted to see him ever again…You take a deep breath, turn the key and drive back home.

Revenge, Interrupted (Part 8)

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Stefan woke up fully rested for the first time since moving to the city. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes focussed and he saw Caroline Forbes’s sleeping face inches from his.

With another start, he realised he had one arm around her waist and her hand rested on top of his between them.

He knew he should detach himself, but he couldn’t look away. Also, he didn’t want to wake her. Obviously.

She looked so beautiful it actually physically hurt his chest a little. The afternoon sun that filtered through a crack in the curtains fell across her face, setting her hair aglow and illuminating the faint freckles splattered across her cheeks that he had noticed for the first time when he’d kissed her. Her lips were slightly parted and he found himself staring at them again.

This was becoming a slight problem.

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THESE PROMPTS LAINE HOO BOY kc + “I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex

I Like Your Style

When his doorbell rings at 8:17 PM on a Wednesday, when he’s not expecting a soul, Klaus decides to ignore whoever thought that dropping by - uninvited and unannounced – was a good idea. His phone hasn’t made a sound all evening and surely, if there were some sort of emergency, someone would have tried to call first. He shifts on the couch, sinking deeper into the cushions, and continues with his Netflix surfing.

He cannot concentrate, idly scrolling without really absorbing anything, as the doorbell will not stop ringing. If anything his guest becomes more persistent, making the irritating ringing infinitely more so by tapping out a melody of short chimes and long clangs that are familiar. And not in a good way.

Klaus is given a brief reprieve, a moment of blessed silence, and he thinks he just might have managed to out stubborn the doorbell maestro.

Only to be immediately treated to another, equally impassioned, performance. Which just about pushes the limit of Klaus’ patience.

He tosses his remote aside and pushes himself to his feet before stalking towards the front door. A passing glance at the mirror in his hallway tells him he’s probably not fit for company, he’d already showered and hadn’t bothered with a shirt, but since he’s reasonably certain he doesn’t actually like his visitor – he might not be able to place the song but it was awful – he doesn’t feel the need to make himself presentable.

An impulse he regrets upon first opening the door. Caroline Forbes might not have been invited but, standing on his porch in a yellow sundress, her blonde curls loose about her shoulders, she’s far from unwelcome. Klaus is already fully aware of her questionable taste in music and, since it had been a boon to him just last week, it’s in no way a deal breaker. Her lovely blue eyes widen, her sunny smile dimming slightly as her eyes drop, raking over his torso. There’s a hint of shock, no healthy amount of interest, and more than a dollop of heat as her gaze lingers over his shoulders and flickers lower.

Perhaps there’s something to be said for not being presentable. He might even flex a little as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall just inside the doorway, silently waiting for Caroline to realize she’s quite shamelessly objectifying him and failing to be subtle about it.

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Lady Be Luck

For @lalainajanes, pretty much one of the few people I’d suffer through writing an AH Regency for. I hope you enjoy this! I big thank you to @arustykiss, @justanotherfiveminutes and @livingdeadblondequeen for their help in making this not a hot mess.

The grounds beneath her window were lovely at night. The moon was bright, and Caroline had carefully pulled the heavy drapes aside to feel the chill of the night air. Wrap tugged around her shoulders, she shivered and tried to let the the formal patterns of the garden soothe her tired mind.

The nightmare wasn’t new. This was the third night that sleep had eluded her, and yet her mind continued to turn in useless circles. The last few nights had taken their toll, and exhaustion had left her eyes gritty. Even in the dark of her room, moonlight and banked coals her only light, she couldn’t find peace.

Klaus was home.

Her husband had returned that evening, but had chosen not to join her for the evening repast. Her fingers curled into her palms, and her brows bunched together. She’d caught a mere glimpse of him as he strode past the dining room, but he’d chosen to remain in his study long after she’d retired. Caroline had tried to stay awake, she needed to know if he was already regretting his choice. She’d failed.

Now there was only silence from the adjoining room and Caroline was too much of a coward to confront him when he might not be fully clothed. Her cheeks burned, at the memory of the single kiss they’d shared.

She hadn’t been able to let go of the bouquet. It wasn’t fashionable, the bright array of colors, the assortment of blooms. Weddings were demure, solemn occasions and Klaus…

Klaus had gathered them.

Her chest ached. Fingers brushing over a single bloom, she found that the few short days she’d known this man had ravaged something in her chest. The sardonic comments about marriage, his brusque care of her told her much about him and yet not enough.

Turning, she faced her new husband as he offered her hand to help her into the carriage. “I’m sorry it came to this.”

Klaus arched a brow, the blue in his eyes darkening with an emotion she couldn’t read. “Second thoughts? We have certainly gone past the point of no return, Caroline.”

There was a rustle of voices, but she ignored them, face stubborn as she shook her head. Her lips parted to argue with him, but whatever words she might’ve used died in her throat as he bent and kissed her. It was no polite joining of lips, but something hot and wet. She made a noise she hadn’t known herself capable of when he lifted his head. His eyes flicked behind her, and his voice was low and possessive when he spoke again.

“We are married, Caroline, and any attempts to rescind the matter would leave your reputation in tatters, something I will not allow. I believe you’ll find the good Bishop would also have an opinion regarding the matter, after stumbling upon our affectionate display.”

She’d scrambled into the carriage when he offered his hand, face bright red.

The way his mouth had…

Caroline made a low noise of frustration. Her cheeks felt hot from the memory, and the unfamiliar ache low in her belly was one she’d struggled to explain since that kiss. She’d gleaned a few basics, knew what she felt was her body’s reaction to that kiss, but she hadn’t known you could crave someone’s mouth. That a girl could dream of hands and lips, to let the heat of one memory wash over the horror of another.

That you could wake sweaty and tangled in the sheets, skin burning instead of clammy from fear.

But she seemed to be completely alone in her wants. She’d been married less than three days and already bored her husband. The rushed ceremony before the bishop, the mix of emotions she’d been unable to read in his eyes, she’d hoped for at least some form of affection.

Caroline had never been a romantic, a childhood spent caring for an ailing mother at her father’s lonely country estate had taught her to be resilient. She’d have never thought she’d need that strength, the daughter of a wealthy but miserly merchant.

Then her mother had died and not a full year into mourning, her father had informed her of her marriage. She’d protested, but her words had fallen on deaf ears. It was done, and Caroline had been resigned to her future. The Lockwoods were a old family, and her fate could have been far worse. Tyler was at least only a few years older than her, and comely.

She’d cried, as her carriage pulled away from her childhood home. She’d done her best to hide the tears from her maid, her only companion for the trip. Caroline had begged her father to join her and had been rebuffed.

Then everything had gone horribly wrong and Caroline’s world had changed in an instant.

Her hands shook, as she struggled to free the man still pinned beneath part of the carriage. Her hands hurt from clawing her way out of it and her side ached fiercely, but he couldn’t remain so close to the wreck. Breath jagged in her throat, she finally managed to shift him enough that he wasn’t in danger of being crushed if the carriage suddenly collapsed.

Glancing down, she froze as she took in the unexpectedly handsome lines of his bruised face. He had unusually unkempt curls, clothing that was of good quality, and cheeks darkened by a day’s growth of stubble. It was the closest Caroline had ever been to a man who wasn’t a relation. Her heart leapt into her throat when his lashes parted, eyes blue and unfocused, and she scrambled away in shock.

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I’m re-watching Season 1 of TVD and I’ve gotten to episode 19, the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. And I’m starting to notice just how much, even from the beginning, they kind of failed with Elena’s character. 

  • Scene 1: In the dressing room getting ready for the pageant. So, you have Aunt Jenna fixing Elena’s hair and Elena is obviously not all that enthused about the pageant. She is telling Jenna how her mom made it seem like so much fun and Jenna counters that Elena was very excited herself when they had signed up for it before her parents died. And Elena says that indeed she was, but she would be happier if her mom were there to share it with her. 
  • Scene 2: Early on in the episode we see that Elena had completely forgotten about the pageant, only being reminded when Caroline brings it up. It is made to seem that Elena is going to do the pageant because it was something very important to her and her mother before she died. 
  • Scene 3: Then we have the whole monologue of all the girls competing, pleading their case to the judges of the pageant. Why they should be chosen etc. One girl talks about community service that she did…community service done because she got a DUI…L O L. Not gonna be her, apparently. Another mentions that she has already won Miss Mystic before…she’s probably off the table. And another seems to be a very kind, sweet girl…who isn’t from a Founding Family. She is just there to make it seem as if the competition isn’t a special Founders event. It is. So that leaves Caroline and Elena. Caroline lists off her accomplishments. It is a pretty astounding list. No way are any of these girls going to have gotten involved with and done more for this town than Caroline Forbes. Seriously. Elena sweetly gives a speech mentioning that she hasn’t been as involved lately (obviously due to her parents death) where she again puts emphasis on her mother and the values and legacy she thus instilled upon Elena. 

The point? To empathize with Elena right? Cheer for Elena, she deserves it, she’s our girl! Rah, rah, rah!!!

So, I’m gonna go back to my first point. Jenna and Elena talking about her mother. The whole little scene was intended to make us root for Elena, not necessarily just to win the pageant but as a character all together. The whole time it was like there was a neon sign flashing above her head sympathy, sympathy, sympathy. * Applause, applause, applause* Love her! Pick this one! She’s special!

Then Elena gets up to go put on her dress, and the scene cuts to Caroline. Caroline Forbes, bubbly Caroline, in her bright hot pink robe, her make-up table & hair station over-flowing with products. Shallow, superficial Caroline Forbes. The back-up, she tries so hard but she’s never the one, she’s a kiddie pool. Right….right? No. Fuck you. She was never a kiddie pool. 

A literal maybe 8 second cut-to-scene of her all alone looking in the mirror and Caroline Forbes suddenly has ALL of my sympathy.

Earlier in the day it seemed as if she was hoping that Elena would drop out of the pageant because she wants this sooooo bad but she could never beat golden girl Elena. But Caroline has heard this whole conversation, and this used to mean something to Elena too and she has lost her parents and minutes later when Elena wants to drop out Caroline says no, this was important to you once, this IS important. She pushes her fear of always being second to this girl aside, she crushes it to be a good friend to her.

That little glimpse we get of Caroline’s face in the mirror is meant to show us that she sees it, she understands what Elena is going through. She is not blind to it. Christ, even Caroline who wants to win so badly sympathizes with Elena. And it was meant to show that there is more to her, which, !yay! character growth, that’s fantastic! But that is not why Caroline got my sympathy and love in that instant. It wasn’t the look on her face that showed that even she loved Elena, even though she has been competing with her since they were children. 

Caroline was alone. All alone. Both of her parents are still alive but neither are there for her. On this special day that means so much to her, she sits alone. No mother primping her hair, no father wishing her good luck. And Liz is there at the pageant. In uniform as security perhaps, but she never comes to say you look beautiful or I’m proud of you, after she wins. At this point the only champion of Caroline Forbes is Caroline herself. And goddamn it, rip my still beating heart out why don’t you, because it pumps for this girl. 

And then you realize that even though Elena’s parents are dead, she still has people there for her always. The line of Elena worshipers stretches around the block. You kill her parents but Aunt Jenna is here for her, and the Salvatore’s too. Let’s kill Jenna. Oh, but Alaric will step in. Let’s kill him now. But Jeremy is still here and all of her friends and the Salvatore’s who will do anything for her too. Time for her to lose Jeremy as well. But oh wait, we can’t let that stand because her best friend who will die for her a thousand times can fix it. She is a vampire now. But no, she never wanted that. Let’s all risk Apocalypse Now to fix that for her too. 

You made everyone love her and you killed everyone she loves. To show worthiness, and growth, and strength I suppose. She loses everyone and still goes on. Every one in the show will do anything it takes to keep her safe. So she must be someone worth rooting for. Right? No. Because fuck you. 

It took a 10 second scene for me to fall in love with Caroline Forbes and I will love her forever. But damn did you fail hard with Elena Gilbert. 

I don’t know what this is. A jumbled, sticky mess of my Caroline Forbes feels mostly. As soon as this scene happened, and I got the full impact of it again, I had to pause my shit and get all my feels out. I thought I was going to explode. For the record, I never disliked Elena until probably toward the end of Season 3. ….Until I started this re-watch. Now I’m really starting to see why some people hated her from the jump or like me just never cared much about her or got that special ‘oomph’ from her character.

everysonghasayou  asked:

I see that you're looking for some Halloween Klaroline prompts, so here's one for your consideration! Caroline accidentally summons the devil, who is like a genie (who knew!?) and he grants her three wishes. Catch is, she doesn't get to choose the wishes, they are her dirtiest desires. Klaus reaps the benefits.

+  mine is a combo, if that’s ok. 24,25, & 19. (bondage/restraints, blindfolds/sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms/marathon sex for the kink list prompts)

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Juggling an armful of candles, various bowls and a couple of bulky books through the woods proves to be too much for Caroline even with the enhanced strength and coordination she’d gained once she became a vampire. She pauses when one thing slips, trying to rearrange her grip to prevent an avalanche, and fails. Everything tumbles to the ground, her overstuffed tote slipping from her shoulder to join the heap on the ground and she stomps her foot in frustration. The area is deserted and no one’s around to observe her mini tantrum and she relishes the opportunity to vent a little. Nothing had gone her way lately.

“Just great,” Caroline mutters resentfully, crouching to begin picking things up. “A squishy cherry on top of the awful sundae that is my life.”

An attempt to follow the directions in one of the books Alaric had tracked down had been a bust. She was certain that the pages had said that one didn’t need a witch to make the summoning ritual work, only needed the correct ingredients and perfect timing, but maybe she’d translated wrong. The book had been in Turkish and while her translations had been painstaking maybe she’d missed something? She’d check again, and then maybe see if she could track down a native speaker. She’d give the ritual another go at the next new moon if none of her other research avenues turned anything up.

Slicing her finger open on the silver knife she’d brought with her (of course the book had said that blood was required) Caroline curses and brings the cut to her mouth. “Ugh,” she grumbles, “Could this night get any worse?”

As if in answer she hears the crunch of leaves and the unmistakable thudding of a set footsteps drawing closer. Caroline rises slowly, tense and wary. Sure, she hadn’t exactly been paying a whole lot of attention but there’s no way someone should have been able to sneak up on her. It wasn’t possible, not with the level of quiet the forest out near The Falls is at nearly 2 AM on a school night.

She hadn’t even told anyone where she was going. Bonnie’s gone, Elena’s wrapped up in Damon angst. Stefan’s MIA and both Matt and Tyler are currently breakable. Her mom would worry so Caroline has kept much of the details of her activities private, covering up the possibly dangerous bits with sunny smiles and smooth misdirection. Alaric could have been A+ backup but he had been annoyingly patronizing about her quest to break down the Traveller magic around Mystic Falls. And, if Caroline’s entirely honest, she’s just not that comfortable in his presence. She makes sure they meet in public places even if it would be easier to go to his office. It’s hard for her to forget that afternoon he’d spent torturing her, even if it hadn’t been entirely him.

The footsteps draw closer, no attempt at stealth, and Caroline’s kind of regretting not leaving some form of breadcrumb.

She squints, vision sharpening as her human features recede. She makes out the shape of a body first, lean hipped and slightly broader through the shoulders, unmistakably male. She prowls forward a step, rests her weight on the balls of her feet, fangs bared and the knife that had cut her clutched in one hand. The figure disappears behind a clump of trees and Caroline takes it as an opportunity, speeding in his direction.

She stays low, hitting him hard and pinning him to a tree, knife to his throat.

A familiar throat, leather cords and medallions wrapped around it, two moles that she remembers kissing visible on either side of her blade. She lets out a relieved breath but quickly shakes herself. That was not the appropriate reaction. She pushes away from him roughly, “Klaus?” she shrieks. “What are you doing here? You scared me to death!”

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#25daysofklaroline Day 19 - Human Klaus Time

Rebekah found her crying near the falls. 

“Caroline,” she called. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you weren’t at your normal chores.”

Caroline had hastily wiped at her face, but the sniffles and blotchy redness were enough for Rebekah. “What happened,” she asked worriedly, looking over her friend for any evidence of harm. “Did someone hurt you?”

“Not physically,” Caroline muttered, still trying to prevent tears from falling. “My father brought me a marriage proposal, one that he will not allow me to refuse.”

“Well, that’s not so bad,” Rebekah said, wondering at the despair in her friend’s face. “We had both been waiting to find husbands and build our families together. I don’t even know who you would refuse, unless it’s that clod Alexander. Even then, he’s quite handsome.”

“Bekah,” Caroline sighed, shaking her head. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what,” Rebekah asked. “Tell me?”

The offense so clear on Rebekah’s face almost drew a laugh from Caroline, until the predicament she was in came back to the forefront. “I can’t accept a husband that doesn’t truly want me,” she answered.

Rebekah just scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, there’s not a man in this village who wouldn’t be honored to have such a beautiful wife.”

“Not even Niklaus,” Caroline asked in a whisper, tears flooding her eyes again. “He told us just yesterday of his plans to offer for Tatia.”

“That wench deserves neither of my brothers, nor the way they dote over her,” Rebekah scowled before she realized what Caroline had just admitted. Placing a hand on her friend’s back, she couldn’t hide her surprise. “Your father wants you to wed Nik?”

“Mikael was quite adamant in the offer, or so my father told me,” Caroline explained.

“But,” Rebekah cried, excitement starting to fill her, “that would mean we could be sisters! Caroline, it’s everything we ever wanted!”

“Except in our dreams,” Caroline pointed out, “we both had husbands who loved us dearly. If this marriage comes to pass, I won’t have that.”


“Please, Bekah,” she pleaded, looking back to the water. “I just need some time. I promise, I’ll be back for dinner.”

Rebekah sighed, clasping a hand around Caroline’s clenched hands. “It will be okay, Caroline,” she whispered. “I just know it.” Standing up, she took her leave and sent a prayer that she hadn’t just lied to her dearest friend.

Dinner was a disaster for Rebekah. Elijah was triumphant, finally able to announce a betrothal to Tatia he had arranged with his father’s help. Klaus looked morose, though he also should have been celebrating an engagement.

She supposed she should have some comfort in the fact that Caroline had feigned ill, her mother taking back a bowl of stew for her. 

“Honestly, you’re being ridiculous,” Rebekah burst out, unable to contain her ire any longer. Klaus looked up, shocked at the interruption to his brooding.

“Is it really so ridiculous to be upset when your own brother proposes to your intended first?” Klaus saw the betrayal doubly so, considering how close he and Elijah were.

“Yes, when you have your own fiancee in tears at the prospect of marrying you because you’re too broken up over some harpy playing with you and our brother,” Rebekah spat, tired of his whining.

Klaus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

Rebekah opened her mouth to yell some more, but Klaus wasn’t that good of an actor. “You truly don’t know,” she said, both put out at her father’s scheming and relieved that Klaus wasn’t a complete dunce. “Father has proposed an agreement for Caroline’s hand, and William is likely to accept.”

“Caroline told you this,” Klaus asked, rising from his seat. “You said she was cryi- Where is she?”

“At home,” Rebekah answered, glad to see Klaus’s genuine concern overtaking his anger at seeing Elijah and Tatia. “She’s playing sick to avoid you.”

Klaus left immediately, heading toward Caroline’s family home.

“Is it true?”

Caroline looked up to the doorway, where a panting Klaus was trying to catch his breath. She had been fighting the tears all night, tired of crying; that didn’t stop fresh tears from coming. “My father just left to speak with Mikael,” she admitted. “We’ll be married by the next full moon.”

Klaus moved closer to where she was sitting in the corner, crouching to meet her gaze. “Are you truly this upset at marrying me,” he asked, wiping the tears from her cheek.

“You love Tatia,” Caroline said, resigned. She pulled away from his touch. “I will not be anyone’s second choice. Not even yours.”

Klaus cocked his head, fully aware that Caroline had always nursed a bit of a crush on him. It would seem that his feelings had been too well hidden, though. “Caroline,” he said, drawing her full attention. He never let his eyes waver. “Before Tatia arrived, I had asked my father about courting you. He said he would never allow the connection, that he’d sooner die than let any son of his marry into the Forbes-”

“Because of my father,” Caroline interrupted. She knew the scandal that he had stepped out of his marriage had hurt the family, but not to such a degree. She supposed that explained why she had only just received a proposal when girls younger than her were already well established in their own households. Something else caught her ear, though. “But Tatia arrived nearly a year ago,” she pointed out. “If you intended to court me so long ago, why tell me now? And after chasing another woman so doggedly? You’ve barely spoken to me this entire time.”

“I was a coward,” Klaus admitted, finally looking down. “You were my dearest friend outside the family, and I couldn’t face you with the truth that I wanted more, only to be denied by my father.”

Shaking her head, Caroline tried to focus on more than Klaus’s late truths. “Why would your father change his mind so drastically?”

“He’s not my father,” Klaus said, swallowing his nerves. “He met a man in his travels, the resemblance too much to ignore. My mother admitted to the affair,” he explained. “I’m afraid you have been caught in the aftermath of my father’s rage. I can’t promise you a good future as Mikael’s son.”

Caroline just blinked. “You-”

“But I can promise you that I would do right by you as a husband,” he continued, reaching for her hand. “I will admit that losing Tatia hurt my pride, but forcing myself to avoid you hurt my heart and my soul.”

A large part of Caroline wanted to laugh at the flowery language, but she would be lying if it didn’t stoke a fire that had burning in her for longer than she’d care to admit. 

“I would always provide for you and the family we would create,” he promised. “And I would be honored for you to become my wife.”

Tears began rolling down her face again, which Klaus was quick to wipe away. “Please stop crying, love,” he begged. “I meant to make you feel better about marrying me, if only because I would be so happy to marry you.”

“I do, you did,” Caroline insisted quickly, a bright smile contradicting her tears. “I only wanted a husband that wanted me, too.”

“I do, Caroline,” Klaus said, wrapping her in a hug. “I just never thought I would have the honor of being more than your friend.”

“You will always be my friend,” she said seriously before smiling again. “But I’ll be glad to call you husband, too.”

Unable to hold back anymore, Klaus leaned in to finally kiss her. He had dreamed of such a moment for years, but nothing could compare to feeling of her lips turned up into a smile. It made for a clumsy kiss, but Klaus could have never asked for anything better had he lived to be a thousand years old.