Hello lovelies! It's the first time I'm posting Klaroline fiction even though I have always been a huge shipper and avid reader! This will be a collection of one shots and drabbles that most of the time will also be found on my tumblr (nanaswhispers if anybody is curious)!
I will not make any promises for the update rate because it all depends on when the imagination comes! These days I was really inspired because of the Klarolineauweek tag on tumblr, so I have a few drabbles waiting to be let out in the world. Unfortunately I wasn't aware early enough of its existence so I didn't join the fun. If I had, this first fiction would have been one of the results!
This is a crossover between TVD and the 100! If you don't watch the 100, first let me tell you, you really missed something, and second, I understand perfectly that it isn't the most viewed show either (to be honest I binge-watched it only a few weeks ago) so no worries, everything you really need to know is just down.
For references:
The Ark: the space station that "saved" humanity.
Bellamy and Clarke: the main personas of the series (obviously), amongst the hundred juvenile delinquents that were sent to earth to see if it was inhabitable. Sacrificed because of the malfunction of the oxygen system on the Ark.
Floated: executed by the way of expulsing people out in space.
The grounders: the people that survived the nuclear disaster. There are 13 clans we are aware of and Lexa is their commander.
Hope you all like it and please let me know your thoughts!
I do not own anything apart form the plot.
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Caroline Forbes always had a sharp mind, a sharp tongue and too much spirit. Unfortunately, those weren't qualities the Ark was fond of. In space, no crime is a small crime, even for one of the councilors' daughter.
Her esteemed mother had done everything she could to educate Caroline as a dutiful, well-behaved but still competent child. As if Elisabeth Forbes had ever been even one of those particular things. The hypocrisy on the stations never stopped to amaze her. However, all the good will and sternness could not beat the brazenness out of Caroline.
She had the wrong habit of always speaking her mind, questioning things and informing everybody of the rules she did not condone. The first time, when she was six years old, in the mass hall, she raged loudly about how unfair it was that her friends could not sit with her nor eat the same things as she did because they did not live near their assigned chambers. It was the first time she experienced such harsh gazes directed at her from not only her parents but also the adults she knew the best.
The second time she embarrassed her mother and the Council was when her father was floated just after her 9th birthday. The anguish she felt, the sadness, desperation and tears only fueled more her already flaming hate and anger for the system. During one of the Chancellor's speeches she interrupted him and with the help of a few older friends she highjacked the transmission to bash the close-minded laws about people's sexuality. "How dare you float a man for being different?! How dare you kill someone for loving people of the same sex?! Did my father hurt or maim someone by simply accepting himself as he really is? We call ourselves the last hope of humanity, but what humanity is this?! This system only represents intolerance and terror..." unfortunately the tech team cut the signal right at that moment, but it was enough to send her in the sky room for three years (her mother's influence and the "trauma" she suffered helped to shorten the time).
After that, she only stayed "free" for about two years, and at almost fifteen years she was sent back in prison. Treason, attempted revolution, unlawful reunions, theft, misuse of the collective goods… the charges accumulated quickly against her. Not even Liz's status as head of security helped.
Caroline knew without an ounce of doubt she would be floated at her eighteenth birthday. They could not risk letting her go and threatening the established system. But she did not regret anything. She knew she did right. She knew she had to voice the mind of those that did not have her courage. Of course, she still felt saddened that she did not experience things a teenager should such as true friendship, love, sex and even a mother's love (hers tried for a short time but evidently her career took precedence in her priorities).
When guards rushed in her solitary cell (apparently she even represented a threat in prison amongst juvenile delinquents) and grabbed her, Caroline resisted. So, she woke up in a drop ship already halfway down, headed to the Earth. At their arrival, she did not take the lead, she let Bellamy and Clarke fight, and only observed everything. She did not have Clarke's medical knowledge, Finn's earth skills nor Bell's experience (it tended to happen when one was locked up for most of their life). But slowly, people remembered her, the political persona she was, how she almost succeeded to make a revolution at only thirteen years old, and Caroline became the strategist and spokesperson of the 100, even if the previous two leaders only begrudgingly let her command with them.
It was that particular function that led her to be there right at this instant, at the summit between the grounders and the sky people.
Bell, Clarke and her were led to an underground room by two imposing warriors. She knew it was only a tactic of intimidation, she would have done the same, so she held her head high and kept her mouth close. (Nonetheless, she had to admit that she couldn't stop her brow from arching, nobody's perfect, right?)
They were greeted by the sight of a long table full of meals and lighted by hundreds of candles. All around, warriors with different styles of markings, clothing and jewelry (she guessed they represented the different clans present for the meeting). As they were seen a hush enveloped the whole room and laughs transformed into guarded positions.
The commander, Lexa, was the first to approach them and addressed only Clarke, as if her and Bellamy didn't even exist.
"Clarke of the Sky People. I see you have arrived safely. Are those your guards with you?"
Clarke seemed to hesitate only for a short moment in her answer, so Caroline quickly took the opportunity to ascertain her position, if she didn't it would be over for them.
"Commander, I apologize for my unasked intervention, but it seems you are mistaken. Clarke is not our leader. We are. All three of us. If this summit is to go smoothly, I would like you to take into consideration that we do not function the same way as your people do. Respect is to be granted both ways after all. If not, let us not waste our time and go back to our camp."
Obviously, people did not appreciate her comment, judging by the grumbles and shouts of disrespect headed her way. But Caroline stayed tall and her gaze did not stray from the harsh stare Lexa gave her.
"You say respect is to be granted both ways, and I agree, but I only see efforts from our side, One-of-the-three-leaders."
"You may call me Caroline. And, I disagree, we came here, agreed to your customs and conditions and also we made efforts to understand the way you live and survived all those years. I may agree with you that from both our sides, things started unwell, and I assume we will not start fighting like children to guilt one another of the starting point of hostilities, but we are all present here to try and find solutions to our problem, let us not forget that."
Lexa stayed silent for a long while, weighing her and her words, and judging the look in her eyes, before taking a step to the side and with her hand showing them an open space to the table. The gesture seemed to calm begrudgingly down the men and women present in the room. As they stepped forward, Clarke sending her a questioning gaze when she took the middle and thus positioned herself as the head for now, Lexa slowly went on the opposite side and sat on her throne confidently.
During the whole conference Caroline was the prominent voice from the sky people. She knew that Clarke's pride and Bellamy's ego wanted to take back their position as leaders, so she felt grateful that they let her lead the discussions most of the time. That being said, it did not mean that all was smooth and easy.
Arguments broke out every few minutes, outrage and egos flew around constantly from most of the people around, set too deep on their ways and greed. Those were inconsequential to the core of the meeting. But one particular man, from one of the Northern tribes was a thorn in Caroline's side. They butted heads almost constantly, and he presented the biggest challenge in discussions. He agreed very rarely with her, but what annoyed Caroline the most was that most of the time his arguments were intelligent, logical and hard to rebut.
She admired the strength and devotion he had for his people, but he frustrated her so much with his fucking smirk, handsome features and devious blue eyes.
After hours of yells, fists on the table and insults, Lexa declared the first day of discussions over. She invited them all to taste the meals offered by the Tree people for the summit and sit down to drink the well-deserved mead.
Caroline ate and drank only a little, to avoid showing disrespect, but quickly, she felt the need to get out a little and take a breath of fresh night air.
After climbing the dark steps she exited the small concrete entrance of the bunker and went to the left, towards the surrounding forest. She sat down on one of the logs she assumed people used frequently as a bench judging by its worn state, and closed her eyes for a few moments.
A little later, she heard deliberately loud footsteps heading her way. She saw only a few feet from her the infuriating man she argued all day with, leaning confidently on a tree one foot in front of the other and ax hanging at his belt.
"Needed a breather, sweetheart?" his deep, rugged voice interrupted her train of thoughts.
Caroline sighed before responding.
"Not that it concerns you, but staying too long in closed spaces is not my cup of tea. And I have a name, use it instead of taking liberties I didn't accord you."
He chuckled deeply and sat on the log right in front of her.
"I know you have a name, Caroline of the Sky People, and it is indeed a beautiful one, however I take all the liberties that I want in presence of such a beautiful woman."
Caroline only glared at him, refusing to acknowledge the faint tinge of red staining her cheeks at that moment (she hoped it couldn't be seen in the low light of bonfires).
"Beauty is fickle I fear, and hides thorns. So maybe, you shouldn't irritate it so much."
He only laughed harder and Caroline was torn between wanting to gouge his eyes out and admiring the beauty of the sight. His eyes almost completely closed shining with mirth, his raspberry lips stretched to the fullest revealing gleaming teeth, his throat elongated by his thrown-back head. Slowly, his fit of laughter calmed down and he gazed at her persistently.
"You are right Beautiful Caroline. I am afraid I did not present myself, I am Niklaus Mikaelson, head of the most Northern tribe. But, you may call me Klaus."
"Why would I call you so? Even if I don't really like her very much, my mother still taught me not to give false hopes to men. So, goodbye, head of the most northern tribe."
And with that Caroline stood up and headed back to the old entrance, a small satisfied smirk stretching her lips from not only the rebuttal she gave but also the deep chuckle full of joy she heard behind her. However much she wished, it wasn't so, she couldn't wait to be tomorrow and argue with the mysterious and frustrating Niklaus again.
If you are frustrated by the end, I understand perfectly, which is why I'm thinking about making a part 2. Let me know if you would like that!
Love, Nana.