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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anonymous asked:

#12 Klaroline please. Thank you.

“ a hoarse whisper ‘kiss me’ “

AN: Inspired by this beautiful art by @missjewelsart (x).

Dedicated to the absolutely amazing Mystery Anons who have been gracing our inboxes as of late <333


Late afternoon has melted into a warm summer evening, the last rays of sun catching Klaus’ blond curls as Caroline’s fingers thread through them. The leisurely pace of her movements speaks of casual intimacy that has slowly seeped into their life. The house is quiet for once, no squabbling to be heard anywhere, allowing Caroline to hear every satisfied purr that escapes Klaus’ mouth.

Enveloped in a warmth and a distinct scent of Klaus with his t-shirt covering her like a soft blanket, Caroline considers the long and winding path they’ve crossed to get here. Not only here, on this couch, with his head on her lap, leaning into her touch but also -

(he looks so soft and his stubble tickles her palm)

But also to this place, where Caroline can see this side of him, where he feels comfortable showing her how her gentleness affects him, where it’s a second nature to touch him - because she just feels like smoothing her fingertips along his jaw or grazing her teeth against his wrist; and when that little drop of blood trickles down his arm, she knows she can gather it on the tip of her tongue - she knows, she can feel his gaze on her, inviting her to do so.

This place, where she knows that he only drinks his coffee black (or red), that he stops breathing when he listens to his favoruite opera and that he needs at least 5 different brushes if he’s painting a portrait.

This place, where she knows that he doesn’t close his eyes when emotions get too intense, too high; no, Klaus stares and stares, searching until he finds an answer to the question he’s too wary to ask out loud.

(there’s always a slight quirk to the left side of his mouth when he does)

Noticing this little quirk now, Caroline smiles, corners of her mouth tipping up. She smiles because they’re in this place where she knows what words he’ll speak in the raspy lilt that will send a shiver down her spine.

Klaus looks up, and reaches to tangle his fingers with hers, his eyes not leaving her face.

“Kiss me.” Comes his hoarse whisper, and Caroline’s head dips low, just above his lips because -

Because they’re in that place where she knows there’s a patch rough skin just behind his right ear, and that he’ll gasp into her mouth if she’ll scrape it with her nail, and that when he kisses her at a leisurely pace, it means he wants to kiss her for hours.

And when their lips meet just now, Klaus sure as hell takes his sweet time.

denielapple  asked:

Oh klaroline+#7kiss prompt

“routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing”

AN: Post around s6 of TVD and no magical babies bc that’s the only way I roll xD

Hope you like it ;)


This time, it’s Tuesday.

Caroline moves around the studio, her gaze wandering around, trying to locate all the garments she’s missing. Her hair is a mess and she lets out an impatient huff when it all falls over her face as she tries to retrieve her top from under the sofa.

Klaus smirks when he hears her curse, still keeping his focus on the painting he’s working on.

Perhaps he needs to add just a touch of red to make her lingerie the exact shade of crimson he’s going for, the one that reminds him of his dried up blood around her lips.

His fingers clench tighter around the brush as he remembers the heat of her skin, as he recalls her spicy taste on his tongue -

A growl of frustration falls from his mouth as the brush skids over the line, leaving a tiny red splatter on the canvas.

“Serves you right for painting me in my sleep,” Caroline says from behind him, slightly out of breath as she nearly crawls the floor, looking for something.

Klaus merely smiles under his nose. Caroline complaining about him painting her? Trying to draw his (and her) attention from the fact she’s just spent yet another night late morning afternoon in his arms?

It’s all part of their routine since she’s moved to NOLA with that pest Enzo eight months ago.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the flimsy deep red bra, caresses the delicate lace with the tip of his finger as if he stroked the swell of her breast.

Caroline’s voice is hoarse when she demands, “Give me that.” She wastes no time snatching the undergarment from his hands. “This ends now,” she says, hastily pushing the bra under her top.

Klaus hums in response, continuing with the painting.

Caroline scrunches her nose at his placating tone. “I’m serious.” She twists her arms at the weirdest angles to pull the straps in the right position.

“Uhm.” Klaus reaches for another shade of paint now. A sunny yellow.

“This was the last time, Klaus. The last time!” She dives under the table to get her purse.

This time, Klaus offers her silence, too busy contemplating which detail to work on next. But he can feel the burn of her gaze on his back, the frustration coming off her in waves.

“Ugh,” Caroline scoffs after a brief moment of fidgeting. “See you never, Klaus,” she blurts out and heads to the door, stopping - as always - by him when Klaus cranes his neck and offers her his cheek.

The touch of her lips is brief but warm.

And then she’s out of the door and he counts - one, two, three - until he hears another groan escape Caroline’s throat when she realizes what’s she’s just done.

Pecked him on the cheek to say goodbye, like old married couples do.

“See you around, sweetheart!” he yells after her.

He can’t wait for his Wednesday kiss.


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Something True

This is @thetourguidebarbie‘s birthday fic. The prompt she gave me was “Caroline is one of the werewolves in the werewolf village thing so there are two original hybrids”.

Happy early birthday!


Excerpt:

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The first time Niklaus Mikaelson crossed the Falls was when he was very young, only six years old. He’d been told he was never to cross the stream, and yet, he did. It brought a high he would chase for the rest of his life - the high of doing something bad. He would be punished for it, but he didn’t care. He liked being bad, defying Father. A beating wouldn’t take away from this feeling.

He walked for a long time, on as straight a path he could make. He noticed that there wasn’t a difference in those trees, that he could’ve been walking in the one behind his home. Rabbits and squirrels skittered around, hiding from him.

He was still walking, not feeling particularly worried about his being alone, when he realized he was being watched. The feeling wasn’t like when a deer or rabbit watched him; no, it was different. Like he was the prey, his brain supplied. Like when Father watched him return home.

He wanted to shake it off, dismiss it as his mind playing tricks on him. But he couldn’t - if the gaze felt like it was coming from Father, like it was spelling danger, then he couldn’t write it off.

Niklaus made himself continue on, hoping to buy some time so he could do…something. Anything to make sure he lived.

That was shot to Hel when a little girl popped into his path.

She was probably not much younger than him, with long blonde hair tied back into a braid, and piercing blue eyes that stared at him almost boredly. Her outfit - a dress and pants - suggested she wasn’t a viking.

She didn’t seem like a threat, not really. But he’d seen the people of surrounding tribes, and the most dangerous always seemed bored. He’d also seen bison look like they had much better things to do than get hunted down just before they struck.

“Who are you,” she demanded, saying the Norse words with little difficulty.

He drew himself to his full height (not very impressive at six, no, but he was still taller than her by a half inch). He’d seen Father do it enough times successfully that he was sure he’d intimidate her. “Niklaus Mikaelson,” he said. “Who are you?”

“Caroline,” she replied, eyes watching him move and not seeming the slightest bit scared. He shifted on his feet, and she inched forward. He had no real idea how to harm another person, just fish and animals. But if she touched him, he would strike back. He wouldn’t let her hurt him.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “Surely you must have a purpose for crossing over into the land of my alpha, Ansel.”

Ansel? He had no idea who Ansel was, nor that this was his land. The word ‘alpha’ also didn’t make any sense to him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, deciding not to say that he was, quite obviously, walking and she should’ve been able to see that. “Who is Ansel?”

She scoffed, raising an eyebrow challengingly. “Everyone knows who Ansel is.”

“…I don’t.”

She glared, “well then, you’re an idiot!”


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A Million Mistakes

WARNING: Mikael is a dickhead. Title comes from, of course, Dear Theodosia.

Original!Caroline AU because that’s my jam, featuring Marcel. Let me know if you want more of this AU, because I’d love to write it.

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Caroline ran her hands through the boy’s hair, comforting him as best she could. “He tries, Marcel. He does.”

Marcel’s shoulders shook with sobs, and Caroline, in that moment, hated Mikael more than ever before. It was Mikael who ruined Klaus, who now ruined Marcel.

“Why, mama? Why is he so mean?” The young boy pleaded. He curled into her, and her heart shattered at the sight of her son, laid so low.

She laid down with him, determined to stay the night. Klaus would just have to sleep alone, that night.

In a whisper, she told her son the secret they’d been keeping from him for two years. “Marcel, I have to be honest with you. The truth is ugly but in order to understand why your father is the way he is, you must know.”

He sniffled, “okay.” With wide eyes, his innocence was still intact, at least a little bit. She didn’t doubt that the next death he witnessed at his father’s hand would rip it away from him.

“Your father was born of an illegal relationship. His father was not the same as Aunt Rebekah and Uncle Elijah’s father. Their father, Mikael, knew that Klaus was not his son and treated him as such. Your father received beatings for every little thing he did. He was never shown love, just anger and aggression.”

“He isn’t angry and aggressive with you,” he pointed out, wiping away his tears.

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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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anonymous asked:

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?” KC please

I hope you like it! Sort of inspired by Thinking Out Loud by @she-walked-away

A Badass With A Good Ass


Caroline swung her bag onto the chair and flopped down into bed. She was so exhausted, she was sure she’d fall asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

Instead, she laid and stared at the wall for fifteen minutes until Klaus entered, loosening his tie.

He seemed surprised to see her. He slung his jacket into the dirty clothes bin before coming over with a smile. “What are you doing here, love?”

“I dunno. I was too tired to go out with Katherine and Stefan, but when I got here, I couldn’t fall asleep.” She sat up and reached for him. “C’mere.”

He sat, careful not to crush her legs by settling one behind him and one on his lap. “Yes?”

She pressed a kiss to his lips. “Wanna hang out?”

He laughed heartily. “Always. Let me take off my shoes, and I’ll lay down with you.”

She flopped down again, moving her legs to allow him to get up. When he was putting his shoes away, she tucked herself under their covers, determined to be cozy.

Klaus came back, sans shoes, and joined her under the covers.

He curled his arm around her, not complaining when she stuck her sock-clad feet between his legs.

“Hi,” she said, messing with the collar of his button up. “How was work?”

“It was as dull as always. I had to deal with Finn and his pesky assistant again,” he pouted.

“Do we still think they’re fucking?”

“Definitely. She kept dropping things and leaning over his shoulder so he’d look at her cleavage.” He shook his head. “But enough about that. I want to know how the case went.”

Unwillingly, Caroline’s smile turned wicked. “I crushed him hard. Seriously. Only took the jury a half hour to come to the conclusion I’m right.”

He nodded sagely, “as I learned long ago.”

“Exactly. I was told that Annalise Keating would be proud of me and my attitude.”

Klaus snuggled a little closer. “I don’t doubt it one bit. I’m curious, though; was it all your attitude or did your facts wow them as well?”

She bit her lip, thinking of all the time she’d spent with her notes instead of him. They both had demanding jobs, but being a lawyer was more time-consuming than being a business mogul. Co-mogul? Whatever. Point was, she had neglected him a little lately and that was his subtle way of pointing it out.

“My facts were a big part of it. Glad that’s over,” she said, making eye-contact so he’d get her meaning.

“Me too,” he replied, smile creasing lines in his face.

She couldn’t resist kissing him again; they didn’t try to further it. They were both too tired from work; in the morning, she decided, his world would be rocked.

Caroline closed her eyes, content to lay in her husband’s arms.

“What did the guy do when he was declared guilty?” Klaus asked, breaking the silence and causing her to peer at him.

Taking on a casual tone, she told him, “oh, he flipped out and tried to, like, kill the judge. I kicked him in the dick before he could and helped hold him down until security got him. He was basically on the ground anyway, crying and stuff, so it was pretty easy.”

Klaus chuckled. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

She narrowed her eyes playfully, basking in his pride. “That better be a rhetorical question, mister.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he laughed, pecking her cheek. “I’m very proud of you. I wish I could’ve seen you busting heads.” He teased, “I’m sure it was quite sight.”

She moved in a little closer, draping a leg over his waist. “It was. Katherine said she was incredibly attracted to me and my butt.”

“It’s a very nice butt,” he agreed, sliding a hand down to cup it.

She pet his cheek, feeling something between tender and amused. “Thanks. Yours is pretty is great, too.”

“I know,” he joked.

She laughed, probably a little too loud, but whatever. It was nice to have that little moment with her favorite person on the planet.


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Coming soon

A fic tentatively titled “Something True” for @thetourguidebarbie‘s b-day.

This is a sneak peek.


“Caroline, it’s alright. Don’t cry, min kjære. We won’t lose each other.”

“You don’t understand, Nik.” She huffed out a wobbly breath. “Do you remember that final leap I told you about?”

He nodded, pulling her closer to his body. She was shaking.

“It’s killing someone, Niklaus. You kill someone and then, on the full moons, you turn into a wolf.” Niklaus’ mouth drops open. He knew of the wolves, of course. But he had no idea about the first part. “You vikings, you hate wolves. If they knew, I have no doubt that I would be killed. Even if I could manage to run, I would be hunted. You would be hunted. I don’t want to live that way,” she said, devolving into tears. Her hands landed solidly on his chest, and she crushed herself to him. “You always want us to split up when we play chasing games, but if life-mates are forced apart, we could die.”

Niklaus knew very little about life-mates. She refused to tell him anything except that it was something vikings would never understand. But the fear in her eyes he did know. He also knew he wouldn’t stand for it.

One hand went to her head, ducking it into the crook of his neck. The other went to her waist. It was an intimate embrace they found themselves in, but he enjoyed it too much to let go. 

He shushed her cries, reassured over and over that she wouldn’t lose him. They wouldn’t be separated, they wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t allow it.

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.

Thoughts on Caroline Sleeping with Klaus

Caroline: “He was there.  He obviously wanted to kiss me, so I thought, oh, we’ll just make out.  But then, it felt really good to kiss him so then I kind of, totally, had sex with him.”

This is probably an unpopular opinion, but I don’t think that Caroline feels guilty about sleeping with Klaus.  Both parties involved were consenting adults.  Caroline wanted to sleep with Klaus and she obviously enjoyed her time with him.  

I think that Caroline assumes that everyone will view her as being a bad person for sleeping with Klaus and therefor, she approaches her friends with the assumption that they will call her an “awful person.”  Because they think what she did was wrong, she acts like she views it as wrong, but I don’t think she does.  However, I do think she feels guilty for hurting Tyler.

Caroline needs to stop worrying about how others view her and start worrying about what makes her happy.  As Stefan pointed out, they’ve all had their fair share of “scandalous sex”.  Caroline spends too much time trying to please others.  Klaus made her happy and I don’t think she should be ashamed for sleeping with him and enjoying herself.

Elena has slept with Damon, Stefan has slept with Katherine, Matt slept with Rebekah, etc. Yet despite all of these “scandalous”  affairs, Caroline still thinks that people will view her as being a bad person. Caroline needs to start thinking about how she views herself as opposed to how others view her.  She needs to stop trying so hard to please others because she is a kick-ass character and she should be able to embrace her actions as opposed to wondering how others will view her personal decisions.