my drabble: kalijah


Klaus and Katherine will never truly get along, but fortunately that doesn’t apply to their significant others. Klaroline and Kalijah, centered on Carlijah brOTP. Dedicated to Ruth.

Caroline slowly walked down the stairs clad only in a set of coral red, lace lingerie and the dark button-up shirt that Klaus had been wearing the evening before, glad that the garment managed to cover past her thighs.

She had been woken up by loud, angry and prolonged bickering, and, although such a thing was no rarity in the Mikaelson household at all, she was curious to know what was actually going on.

Unsurprisingly, she found Klaus and Katherine screaming their heads off at each other in the middle of the living room.

“What’s happening?” she asked, still feeling rather sleepy because of the sudden awakening as she finally reached the end of the long, elegant staircase.

Klaus frowned as he turned around to look at her, while Katherine simply smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Caroline, love, you are not dressed,” he reproached softly, sounding somewhat annoyed at her lack of clothing, and only then did the baby vampire notice Elijah sitting comfortably on the brown, leather couch a few feet away, a book open on his lap.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring her boyfriend and her brunette best friend as her bare feet patted against the marble floor and she went to settle next to the other Original.

“Please,” she scoffed, “Elijah has seen me in far less.”

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