20:“Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Please & thank you! :)
“Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
AN: Thank you for the prompt, Belle ;) Lol, that one’s a classic! I tweaked it a bit, hope you don’t mind.
Okay, here we have some good old AU/AH with drunk!Caroline.
This is also for @misssophiachase, for her veryyy belated birthday gift, before I write her the proper one, that is ;)
The floor was looking at her funny.
Like it was laughing brazenly straight into her face.
Maybe because she was upside down, hanging over Klaus’ shoulder. The heat of his hands pressing into the back of her thighs make her head even more dizzy than it’d been from all the tequila.
Rebekah’s bachelorette party had been…interesting. And it was just getting good for Caroline, a man with mouth-dropping abs and even a better face talking her up by the bar, when the boys decided to crash it.
Before she knew it, Mr. Pretty Face was gone and the future bride’s annoying brother took his place.
Klaus Mikaelson, the bane of her existence.
Currently carrying her drunk sorry ass home.
“Stop wriggling, love. Wouldn’t want me to drop you, right?” His drawl sent shivers along her spine.
“Like you were dropped on your head when you were little?”
She could feel his head shake in response. “That was mature.”
“That was mature,” Caroline mimicked mockingly. “Look, will you put me down or not? You…big oaf!”
“Big oaf? You wound me, love,” he chuckled.
“Would you prefer Officer Mikaelson?”
“I’m off duty, sweetheart,” Klaus shot back, adding as they reached the door to her apartment, “The keys, Caroline?”
“In my clutch. Can’t look for them when I’m hanging upside down, though,” she sang into his ear.
It was a very handsome ear, damn him. It took all of her self-control not to bite into it.
With a deep sigh, Klaus put her down gently, his hands running down her sides in the process. They lingered on her waist before he seemed to break out of his reverie and took a step back, watching her closely while she trashed her purse in search of keys.
“So will you go out with him?” he asked.
“That stripper firefighter you seemed getting so cozy with at the bar.”
“It’s none of your business, right? And I really liked…Pretty Face. We have lots in common, you know?” she rambled drunkenly.
“I’m sure you do, love.”
His dry tone made Caroline stop her so far futile search and peer at him closely. “Wait…are you jealous?”
“Of course not,” he replied way too soon.
Head thrown back, she laughed, then strode straight towards him. “Come on, Klaus. Can’t blame a girl for loving a man in a uniform,” she mused, trailing a finger down his shirt. “Police officers’ included.”
Clutching her finger in his hand, he glared at her,” You’re drunk, Caroline.”
“I am!” she giggled. “But you are delicious.” Body pressed into his, her nose nudged his neck as she very obviously inhaled his scent. Revelling in the shudder that coursed through him at her ministrations.
“Caroline,” he croaked, trying to gently pry her off him.
But she was relentless, standing on her toes to reach higher and with her tongue now travelling up to his ear, one that had caught her attention earlier.
Maybe she would get a taste, after all.
Then she felt him stirring up against her thigh. Of course, she didn’t hesitate to comment on it.
“Is there a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Officer?” she whispered in his ear, her voice husky.
“You know it’s not a gun, Caroline.”
“Yeah, but you still want to shoot from it. You have hots for me Mikaelson, admit it.”
His face grew serious. “I do,” he said simply, the raw honesty of his statement silencing her for once.
Assuming Caroline slipped the MF group after her mom's death, can be after she turns her humanity back on, after one year of being by herself. (Bonus if she's managed to lead everyone on a wild goose chase and involves smut.)
A/N: This is canon for TVD up to Liz’ funeral and…not canon at all for TO cause my headcanon says Klaus and Elijah went to NOLA to have the witches resurrect Kol and after that succeeded have since been doing what they do around the world, okay? Okay!
ALSO this is just part 1 cause the thing is already over 5k and so you’ll get the Klaroline goodness aka smut part later this week after it is written!
She goes home, intent on carrying out her plan to turn it off, to give herself a year of not having to handle the grief that is working so hard to overwhelm her. But that day’s post is laying on the floor as she walks in and its habit to pick it up and dump it onto the table in the foyer. It’s bills she’ll need to probably look at later but there’s also a letter addressed to her.
The handwriting is what catches her eye.
It’s her mom’s and Caroline runs her finger along her name, tears dropping down onto the envelope as she takes in the familiar loops and lines. It’d be so easy to place it back down, to put off looking at what lays inside of it, to not find out what Liz had written and carry on with her carefully detailed plan.
But she can’t do that.
She has to know what’s in there, what her mother apparently deemed so important to have mailed to her in the event of her death. Caroline knows that’s why its here, why she sent it via the mail. Her mother probably sensed the inevitability of her death coming on sooner than either of them would have liked.
This is her chance at a goodbye. Sort of. More than the one she’d gotten through memory manipulation when she’d gotten to the hospital too late to be able to say it in person.
Caroline carefully peels open the envelope, careful not to tear any of her mother’s writing. Even the front of it needs to be saved. This is the last thing she has of her and she means to cherish it for as long as she can. The letter is everything she could have hoped for, her mother’s declarations of how proud she was of her, of how she wants her to find her hopes and dreams and live her life to the fullest.
It’s the last line that has Caroline changing her mind about what she needs to do now.
Don’t let your fears control you.
And isn’t that what she’s doing with wanting to flip the switch. She’s terrified of how the grief will hurt, of how it’ll settle into her bones and never quite leave. But she can’t hold to her plan any longer, lets it crumble into dust as a new one begins to form in its place.
The others probably won’t understand, or maybe they’ll understand a little too well, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that she can’t be in this town for a minute longer. There are too many memories that want to cave in on her in every inch of it but the familiarity, the love is gone, buried in the ground with her mother.
Mystic Falls is no longer home and so she takes the letter and a photograph of her mom with her at graduation and leaves everything else, even her phone, behind.