my klaroline fiction

Kings and Queens

Anti-Camille. I don’t think she’d do this in canon, but whatever, right? Also, the idea of Klaus having Caroline’s contact name be Queen is not mine.

Rated M but SFW for the most part. Part Two


Camille said goodnight to Klaus and his siblings with a plan in mind.

Rebekah had shown her to her temporary room – she wasn’t safe in the city for some reason they didn’t tell her – but that wasn’t where she was heading.

All upstairs was lined with spelled sage candles, though only a few were lit up. She sidestepped them for the room she wanted, at the end of the hall.

It was Klaus’ room, and she’d only ever seen it once. With dark walls, a big bed, and many pieces of artwork, it screamed ‘Klaus Mikaelson’.

She gently sat on the bed, wanting to savor being there. It was so intimate. She knew that no one else came in this room, but maybe he’d let her now that she’d come in. He was warming up to her, so it was a good possibility.

She looked around, hoping for more clues into his personality. She didn’t find much, just paintings, letters, and, oddly, a pair of women’s underwear. Camille stared at it for a long moment, noting how it seemed recent, almost like something she owned. She knew he’d never panty raided her…but what if he did? There would be no way she would know unless he said so. She shivered at the possibilities.

She set the lace down where it had been in the first place, in his drawer full of keepsakes, and moved back to the bed.

There was a phone on the bedside table. Curious, she picked it up, and opened it easily. None of the Mikaelsons had passcodes. Too technologically advanced, apparently.

There weren’t any apps, nothing on Safari, no notes, nothing like that. She didn’t check the texts, though, because surely there was a line she couldn’t cross and that was it. She did, however, check the contacts.

There were only a few – Elijah, Katherine, Queen, Rebekah, and Stefan. She only recognized the names of his siblings, though the name Stefan did sound familiar. The other two names sent a flare of jealousy through her. Katherine? Queen? Really?

Completely disregarding her hesitancy, she clicks on the texting app.

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Kings and Queens Part Two

Idk how much I like this, but please enjoy, everybody. SFW for the most part.

Part One


“Listen, you inconsequential thing, borrow my shoes again, and you’ll think back on the days you had feet very fondly! “

Camille gulped and turned to where Klaus and Kol sat, paying the spat no mind. “Klaus! A little help?”

“What?” He looked up and saw Rebekah steaming. “I can’t control her, Camille. Maybe ask Elijah?”

Elijah, of course, would not be helping her, but did she know that? No, no she didn’t.

She narrowed her eyes and fled Rebekah’s ire, stomping to her room like a child. Rebekah laughed and flopped into the seat between her brothers. “Can you the believe the nerve of her? Snooping, texting, stealing?”

“All from her gracious hosts, too,” Kol added with a snort. They thought it was funny, but Klaus was far from amused. Caroline was coming the next morning and she was so angry, he was scared for Camille’s life. Though, it would be very sexy to see his queen rip someone’s head off…. Unfortunately, she was too moral for that, so he doubted he would ever get to see something so delectable.

On the other hand, Caroline had been saying some very werewolf-like things since Camille’s little game and he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go off the deep end.

(“You’re mine.” Gods, it sent shivers down his spine and made his wolf howl.)

When he’d told his siblings what had happened, Kol had found the thought and image as amusing as he found most things, and assured he would tape it. Rebekah had made interested noises and wondered aloud what Caroline would do if she came face to face with Tatia, or Aurora.

Freya had been more concerned about what she would do to Camille. He couldn’t imagine her being happy about the human overstepping her bounds like she was.

“Are you going to tell our Carebear?” Kol questioned.

Klaus scowled at the nickname, though Caroline insisted she didn’t mind it. “Tell her what? That our dear sister is throwing another tantrum?”

“No, he was thinking telling her about Camille acting like a leech, or worse, an in-law,” Rebekah snapped.

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Worth It

Features: Original!Caroline, Hybrid!Caroline, KC with kids, altered backstory, etc. Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, minor death of children who were turned, and infertility. Rated G/SFW.


Sheila Bennett paced nervously. She was wearing a hole in her patio, but it was unavoidable.

An Original was coming.

Sure, she’d called him there, but that made her no less nervous. She wasn’t sure what she’d called him for was worth it. Plus, Bonnie was there with her, and the Original would surely use her as leverage if he didn’t like what he heard.

“Grams, sit down. It’s okay. Whoever this guy is, he can’t be that bad,” Bonnie cajoled.

Sheila shook her head. “You have no idea who you’re talking about. We’re meeting an Original. One of the first vampires in existence. He’s extremely dangerous and if he doesn’t like what I have to say, he’ll kill us both.”

“I think you confuse me for my siblings,” a voice called.

Sheila turned around so quickly her hips popped.

There he was, standing just before the steps. In a full suit, he didn’t look nearly as threatening as some said. But Sheila could feel his power like it was a tangible thing.

“You are Sheila Bennett, yes?” She nodded, struck mute by the sheer wrongness of his existence. Nature hated this man. “You summoned me.”

Bonnie peeked around Sheila. “Hi, I’m Bonnie. Her granddaughter. She didn’t really tell me who you are…?”

He looked amused. “I am Elijah, an Original vampire. I’m also very busy, so if we could move this along?”

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Darling

Trigger warning for Mikael’s terribleness. Original!Caroline/Doppelganger!Klaus


It happens on one of those awful nights where Mother and Rebekah and Elijah insist they act like a family. They drag Freya from her room, where she sits remembering the baby she lost, and they take Klaus from his studio, where he draws the pain of being the bastard away from his heart. They take Kol from the TV, where he ignores everyone and everything, and they take Finn and Henrik from their places at the table, where they attempt to be normal, and they take them out to dinner.

Mikael and Esther – Father and Mother – sit at one end of the table, and Freya and Klaus sit at the other. Klaus has always been a disappointment to them, but Freya is one only now, after she tried to kill herself and only succeeded in doing half the job. She’d woken up and Father told her she should have died, too.

Klaus has always hated Father, but none more so than in that moment.

Still, he finds himself out at the Grill on those nights, pointedly not talking to Freya and only barely responding to Henrik and Rebekah, who sit next to him and Freya respectively. Kol, squeezed in between Rebekah and Elijah, is too far away to talk to him, and Finn is sitting too close to Father to speak to Mother, so it’s always a quiet affair.

And it is, every other Thursday night, until she comes into town. Well, shes. Because there’s two – a girl who could be Elena Gilbert’s twin, and the most beautiful girl Klaus has ever seen.

It’s that particular night that the beautiful girl has gotten him a drink, one that Matt serves him cautiously. It tastes weird, thick and metally, but he drinks it to remove himself from Rebekah and Kol’s bickering.

It’s that particular night that, as they’re walking back to their cars, the twin mows him down, bites into his neck, and kills him.


He wakes up later – he doesn’t know much time has passed – with a gasp. His whole body is suddenly awake, and he doesn’t know why.

The beauty is suddenly in front of him. “Shh, calm down. You’re okay, you’re safe.” Her hands press on his chest, but he bucks up anyway. She doesn’t budge, despite his efforts. “It’s okay, darling, I won’t hurt you. Just calm down.”

Her eyes are soft and comforting. His breathing slows down enough that he isn’t hyperventilating.

“What the fuck is going on?” He demands. He can remember dying, the twin’s teeth sinking into his carotid artery and spraying blood everywhere.

“You were killed,” she says, petting him absently.

“How am I alive?” He questions, voice wobbling. (It’s mostly fear, confusion, and sadness, but it’s also a tiny bit lust. He has no idea where he is, or who she is, or anything, but her hands on his shoulders are supremely distracting.)

She looks him in the eyes. “Do you believe in vampires?” He scoffs, but she steamrolls over his denials. Her face changes, eyes turning black and red, black veins showing under them.

He gasps again, backing away from her, terrified.

Her face changes back, and she reaches out again. He freezes, sure that she was going to eat him like the twin. Instead, she just puts her hands on his arms. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. You need to understand, darling, I am trying to help you. If you don’t drink blood, then you will die. You can’t die,” she says, practically swearing an oath with her last sentence. “I simply won’t allow it, darling.”

He wants to ask why not, wants to ask why him, wants to ask a lot of things. Instead, he thinks about dying. He doesn’t like his life, hates his circumstances, but he doesn’t want to die. He’s only seventeen. He isn’t ready.

He asks, “what happened?”

“A woman named Katherine killed you to get back at me. I gave you my blood, though, and when someone drinks vampire blood, they can heal. If they die, they get turned. If they get turned, they have to drink human blood if they want to complete the transition,” she explains. He cringes and grimaces the whole time, disgusted at the thought of drinking blood. He’s thirsty, though, and it sounds almost…good.

Her eyes widen. “I forgot to say, my name is Caroline. What’s yours?”

He wants to snap, you already know my name, because he’s sure she does. She seems to know him, feels comfortable touching him, keeps calling him darling. If she doesn’t know his name, he’ll eat his canvas. She’s a vampire, though – he’s terrified about the consequences of scaring her. Even if she says she won’t hurt him. “Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson.”

She nods, unsurprised. “Well, Klaus, let’s go find something for you to eat, and I’ll answer whatever questions you have.” She lets go of him, but keeps a hand in his space, palm up and fingers slightly curled.

It takes him no time at all to grab her hand and pull himself to his feet. “Let’s go. I’m thirsty.”

Perfection

Soulmates!Klaroline, AU/AH. Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD, or Friends.


Klaus gets a goddamn F.R.I.E.N.D.S. quote when he’s three years old.

“Gum would be perfection.”

He doesn’t know that it’s a quote until after he meets her, though.


Klaus is out to eat with Rebekah, Freya, and Lucy, Freya and Lucien’s daughter. She’s the oldest of his, as Kol and Henrik call them, niblings. Freya met Lucien long before Finn met Sage, and none of his other siblings have children.

Rebekah is complaining about Enzo again – apparently, he’s spending too much time with Damon, not enough with her – between bites of the veggie pizza he knows she hates.

“What’s so good about Damon anyway? All I see when I look at him is an immature, childish baby.”

Klaus mocks, “all I see is a baby, baby bay-bee.”

She picks an olive off and throws it at him. He cringes and flinches away from the nasty thing.

Lucy does what he can only describe as a guffaw. Even Freya smiles.

“Shut up!” Rebekah mutely screeches (for once mindful of her surroundings), causing Klaus to roll his eyes.

Lucy backs him up. “Aunt Rebekah, you did use three words that all meant pretty much the same thing.” She smiles innocently at her only aunt. She has the act down pat, blinking her eyes cutely behind her glasses and twirling a finger in her ponytail like your average Betty Cooper.

Rebekah sneers back, much gentler than when she does it to he and their brothers. Lucy can play innocent, but Rebekah made the game, and she’ll always win. She turns to Freya, deciding it’s better to go to the source. “Make your daughter uphold the Woman Code.”

Freya just shrugs. “She’s her own person, she can defend who she wants.”

Klaus grins at his baby sister triumphantly.

She scowls. “Anyway, let’s focus on someone else’s love life. Nik? How’s the girlfriend?”

“I think we all know I don’t have a girlfriend.” He taps his foot impatiently, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

She opens her mouth to, no doubt, make fun of him. Rebekah loves him, he knows that, but she also loves making people feel stupid.

However, she doesn’t get a word out before a loud, distressed noise comes from a few tables away. Lucy jumps, while Klaus immediately turns around.

There’s a beautiful blonde girl at the table he thinks is the one where the scream came from. She’s panting, waving her hands at her tongue.

Hsi first thought of someone getting hurt leaves for the realization that no, this girl is just eating the marketed “Most Spicy Chicken Wings EVER”. She grabs the milk and gurgles it down. The girls’ companion laughs at her. Lucy, behind him, giggles.

“And that, honey, is why you don’t get into eating competitions,” Freya teaches. Lucy nods sagely.

Klaus turns back around. Luckily, Rebekah has forgotten – or rather, decided to forget – about what they were talking about, and starts a conversation about Lucy’s grades.

He’s paying attention, he really is, but the girl walks by, and he can’t help himself.

He pulls out a stick of gum, and stands just as she comes by their table. “Would you like some gum after that spectacle?” It’s not as nice as it should be, but she’s looking him in the eyes, and he can barely get the words out, for some reason.

She laughs breathily and nods excitedly. “Gum would be perfection.” Her tone isn’t at all sarcastic. That isn’t at all what he’s thinking about though – no, he’s much more concerned about the fact that she said his words. The words he’d always figured would be sarcastic. Huh.

“Um, excuse me if I’m incorrect but – “

“We are soulmates, right? You said my words.” She smiles defiantly at him, clearly not having time for his hesitance. He nods, more than a little speechless. “Great! Great. I’m Caroline.”

“Klaus.”

Rebekah pops up over his shoulder. “And I’m Rebekah. You two are the most awkward people I’ve ever met. Nik, just ask her out on a date and put us all out of our misery.” Klaus scowls at her, and starts to ask Caroline out but gets interrupted.

The girl behind Caroline raises an eyebrow. “You said your name is Klaus, right? So why’d she call you Nik?”

Rebekah rolls her eyes. “Because his name is Niklaus, and as his sister, I can call him whatever I want. Including embarrassing.”

“Okay! Caroline, would you like to go out on a date? To get to know each other better?”

Caroline shares a look with her friend, then says, “let’s go right now.”

They smile at each other and walk out, leaving behind their companions. As soon as they’re out from under the watchful eye of his family and her friend, the conversation comes easily.

Klaus is hooked already.

Klaroline AU meme: The Family (Wo)man


Caroline Forbes is a wealthy fifty years old vampire living the high life in New York City.

On Christmas Eve, she is surprised to hear that her old lover, Klaus, tried to call her after many years, but she decides not to call him back; the same night she makes a strange meeting with a witch in a street of New York. The two women talk a lot, and in the end the witch, whose name is Lettie Mae, proposes a spell that allows her to see what kind of life she would have if she had given Klaus a chance to win her love, starting by taking the Cure. She is not so sure about the entire thing, but the witch casts the spell before Caroline could say a single word.

The next morning, on Christmas Day, Caroline wakes up in a suburban New Jersey bedroom with Klaus by her side. Shocked and confused she hold up in the bathroom, and there the witch appears in the mirror to explain Caroline that she’s experiencing a glimpse of an alternate universe in order to understand what’s wrong in her real life and in the way she’s wasting her life.

After being composed, Caroline turns out to be Klaus’ wife and the mother of his – their – two children, a boy and a girl whose names are Henrik, as the deceased younger brother of Klaus, and Elizabeth “Lizzie”, as Caroline’s mother.

Very soon, Caroline’s young daughter realizes her secret, thinks she is an alien and decides to assist her in surviving her new life. Caroline struggles to fit into the role of a family woman, making many serious blunders such as missing opening Christmas presents, flirting with a married man, and forgetting her anniversary. However she begins to succeed in her new life, bonding with her children and, above all, falling in love with her husband.

Just as Caroline is finally realizing the true value of her new life, she sees Lettie Mae again and demands to stay in this life, but, though sorrowful of Caroline’s situation, the witch informs her that there is nothing she can do. So, her epiphany jolts her back to her wealthy—yet as she now realizes, lonely and unfulfilled—former life on Christmas Day.

In desperation, she remembers that Klaus has called her just the day before, so Caroline calls him back only to know that he was moving to Paris and he wanted to give her back a necklace he had given her decades earlier and that she had restored when their brief relationship was over. So she runs after him at the airport and describes the family they had in the alternate universe the witch showed her in an effort to win back his love. Shocked but intrigued, Klaus agrees to a cup of coffee at the airport, suggesting that they might have a future after all.

CrossroadsBy: Sophia Chase 

Welcome to my new drabble series, each one inspired by a movie. The initial premise of the films will be the same but everything else (characters, scenarios and scenes) will be different and my own Klaroline interpretation. The opening quotes (in italics) are from the movies, titles are songs from the soundtrack. Hope you enjoy!