AN: Thank you for al your support, it really means so much to me and motivates the hell out of me :) You're great, guys! Here we have some mini drabbles I wrote for my first tumblr b-day, I titled them "Future Canon Things" as they all revolve around my headcanons regarding Klaroline's future relationship. All can be read as from the same universe, apart from the last one which is a season 5 AU.
Also, the last two drabbles are NSFW.
Hope you like :)
"It's not like I go looking for trouble. It just sort of finds me."
Klaus' eyes grew wide when he opened the door to the sight of Caroline, her hair disheveled and clothes torn, carrying four felines that were mewing hopelessly.
Questions were on the tip of his tongue but he held back at her signature do-not-mess-with-me look.
"Do you plan on helping me out at some point or will you be just standing there?" Caroline bit out, placing two of the cats in Klaus' arms as he stayed in place, stunned.
The contact of the fluffy fur against his skin seemed to creak the hybrid of his reverie because he drawled in response, "I'd appreciate a little explanation, love."
"Well, I'd appreciate if I could go out with my friends and once, just once, spend a nice peaceful evening instead of fighting with half of NOLA but apparently we can't always get what we want."
His stance turned rigid and eyes lit up with gold at her words. "Who attacked you?" he growled.
"Calm your dimples, Klaus," Caroline rolled her eyes. "Not me. Them," she motioned towards the kittens in their arms. "Well, I was attacked too but only after I stepped in saving their sorry asses."
"You mean..." A flash of understanding crossed his face as one of the animals started clawing at the fabric of his Henley. He gripped it by the nape and lifted up, staring at it half-bewildered, half-amused.
Nodding, the blonde mused, "Yep. You know Kol, he thinks he's charming but he cannot help but annoy the witches. The rest of them were collateral damage, I guess."
"But...kittens?" Klaus scrunched up his nose, disgusted.
Caroline just shrugged. "I think the one with beautiful dark eyes and these ridiculously white teeth is Marcel. Kol is the one that tried to scratch you, Enzo's black with white paws and collar and Lucien has the puffiest tail and these strange eyebrows...Do kittens even have eyebrows?"
Klaus just raised his own eyebrows at her, making it obvious the topic was not worthy of his consideration. "And what happened to you?" he asked instead, voice laced with concern.
Sighing, she strutted to he couch, resting two balls of fur (Enzo and Lucien, according to her guesses) in her lap. Klaus couldn't help but glower at them when they purred and preened under the blonde's touch.
He was the only one Caroline should pet like this.
"Seriously, Klaus?" Her tone told him she was unimpressed by his jealous glare. "Look, when the witches cast their spell, I decided to get them out of there but believe it or not, juggling four kitten is not that easy. And then some werewolves showed up and you can probably guess felines slash vampires are not their favourite so yeah, a little brawl might've happened..."
His eyes swept over her body carefully, looking for a signs of a bite. Finding none, he sat beside Caroline, burying his nose into her hair. "I'm glad you're fine, love," he whispered, kissing her temple. "It's a third time something like this happens, you know."
"Look, it's not like I go looking for trouble. It just sort of finds me."
"Especially with those pests around you," Klaus groused.
"Okay, enough with the brooding, we have tons to prepare, you know? You better hope we have some kitten litter and a box in the house."
They didn't.
"You're ticklish."
Sharing an eternity with someone is…peculiar.
Throughout the decades, Caroline has travelled through bustling cities and quaint little towns, cruised oceans and trekked the mountains. She has tasted the art, the culture, the music, sometimes alone, sometimes with the taste of him spicing the flavour up.
Having experienced so much and still craving more, there's one thing Caroline loves to learn more than anything else.
Klaus.
One by one, her fingers itch to peel the layers off.
Furious. Goofy. Bloody. Ravenous. Broody. Caring. Murderous.
But as one of them falls off, he seems to don a few more.
Good and ugly, she wants, needs to lick and taste it all.
And sometimes, there are these moments that made eternity sound like the vibrant tone of her laugh. They feel like a lazy Sunday afternoon, one you spend lounging in bed, only soft sighs and sweat and afternoon breeze cooling the bodies off.
Her hand smoothing the invisible creases along his skin, fingertips dancing between the ribs and then, a delightful surprise.
"You're ticklish." Her voice carries amusement that breaks into sweet little chuckles.
"I am not," Klaus sounds so gravely offended, it only makes her laugh more.
Swiftly, she runs her hands along his side and watches closely.
There it is. An almost unnoticeable flinch of a muscle and then he winces when it's clear that she saw.
Yet he denies, "Even if I am a tad tingly, it's only from the blood loss, love. Someone was feeling rather thirsty today, after all." Looking so damn smug, he throws his arms over his head, realizing that he's exposed himself perfectly just a second too late.
Caroline lunges in a full attack and then it's all uncontrolled laughter and bites and scrapes and more blood, until they're tangled mess of two bodies but they seem like one.
Her interest piqued so when he takes his fill of her, she checks.
It's only from the blood loss, love.
What a load of nonsense.
He's actually ticklish.
Jumping on him for a second round, Caroline marvels in that wonder of the day.
"I think I'm in love with you and that scares the hell out of me."
A strained gasp cut through the bedroom as she woke. Klaus' warm body enveloped her from head to toe and naturally, his eyes opened up immediately at the faintest sign of her distress.
And now they were carefully scanning every inch of her, surely registering her deer-caught-in-the-headlights look.
This was not going according to plan.
But to be honest, falling in love with a 1000-year old hybrid had never been on Caroline's to-do list.
That bastard kind of sneaked up on her.
At first, it had been a "coincidental" (yeah, because she believed that) meeting here or there, a bottle of champagne, a tour of his favourite museum.
Then a phone call and a week-long sex marathon ending in a trashed hotel room,
An invite to see New Orleans that had been extended to 2-month vacation.
Vacation that had turned into living together.
Which left her here, with words threatening to spill out of her mouth that drew her out of her sleep.
"Caroline?" Concern laced his tone as his hands examined her body inch by inch. He looked almost boyish, with messy curls that had been mussed by her fingers, one loose strand falling over his forehead.
"How do you say it?" she wondered while her fingers latched onto the single curl on its own accord, her eyes silently assuring Klaus she was fine.
She might have said it before but not like this. Not to him.
Lover. Murderer. Friend.
It would be no coming back from this, no running away.
How do you say it?
You were unexpected.
You're the taste I feel on my tongue when I think of forever.
You're the blood that runs through my veins.
"What's wrong, love?" he prodded, knowing something was off. He always knew.
"Nothing's wrong." She leaned into his touch as his hand cupped her cheek.
A slow gulp. Scrape of teeth against her lower lip. A deep breath.
"I think I'm in love with you," Caroline spluttered and his caress stilled, lack of movement burning her even more than the graze of his skin against her own. "And that scares the hell out of me," she added quietly, her eyes meeting his.
Klaus seemed stunned for a moment and when his hand moved again, bringing her face closer, she could feel the slightest tremor in his muscles. And then his eyes flashed with gold, his gaze both euphoric and dark while his lips curved in the most subtle smile.
"Good," he uttered simply before burying his face in the crook of her neck, mouth nuzzling her ear.
"It scares the hell out of me, too." The words simmered against her skin.
Nails Marks
"Klaroline + Versailles"
Caroline feels like she could write a book after all the travelling she has done with Klaus.
Sex In The Most Unusual Places : The Guide.
It's not like she hasn't done a fair share of touristy things as well. She has seen the famous monuments, visited the museums and medieval castles.
It's just that she might have left her nail marks on most of them.
She loves France. Rainy afternoons in Paris and lazy mornings in Provence. Steamy evenings in Saint-Tropez.
And she loves spending time with him, watching his eyes light up every time he speaks of art and then he looks at her - and it's the same light warming her.
"She would spend quite some time in this room, you know," Klaus says, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, his hands slowly trailing up and down her sides as she stands by the decorative vanity.
They're in the Queen's Chambers in Versailles, admiring the room alone after Klaus compelled the tourists away. The sun shines subtly in soft afternoon rays, underlining the opulence surrounding them. "You knew Marie Antoinette? Let me guess, you used to lounge here with her?" she asks dryly.
"She preferred Rebekah, actually." His rough voice draws goosebumps on her neck and down her arms. "But I knew her well enough," he adds, just as his hand reaches for a brush that rests on the vanity.
It's beautiful, layered with gold and encrusted with jewels generously. Diamonds and rubies, crimson shade of the latter like blood against the blonde of her hair as Klaus runs the brush through her curls.
He pulls a little, his other hand grazing the curve of her breast and Caroline purrs in delight.
"She used to do her toilette in here, ladies of her court watching over every little detail. Sometimes she would be alone, only with those jewels as companions, her fingers caressing the gold, silver and gems." Opening the drawer, his hand closes over a heavy sapphire necklace, which he slowly clasps around her creamy neck.
Caroline cannot help herself and she touches the adornment, stunned by its beauty. Klaus's gaze is full of forceful admiration as he tangles his fingers with hers, leading her touch along the edges of the necklace.
Across her collarbone.
Through the buttons of her dress, undoing them to bare her breasts.
Down her sternum. Racing the droplet of sweat that trickled down.
Breath catches in her throat when she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Despite the brushing, her curls are a tangled mess, her eyes fiery and wild, two dark spots on her lust-filled face.
She sees Klaus behind her, their joined hands painting burning patterns on her skin and he looks at her, licking his lips as if he's hungry to recall her taste.
He leans forward, nuzzling into her crook of her neck, then lightly piercing her skin there with his fang. Before he wound heals, he dips his fingertip in the blood and smears it across her lips. "A true Queen," he whispers when veins protrude under her eyes.
"Klaus." It sounds like she begs but at this point, she just doesn't care.
She wants to be fucked. Hard.
"Oh, you will be love," he chuckles in her ear and Caroline realizes she's said it aloud. "But a queen needs to be appreciated." Pearl bracelet disappears from the drawer next and then, the smooth cold surface encircles her nipple, making her gasp at the contact with her hot skin.
Frustrated, she wiggles her ass against Klaus' pelvis, relishing in the deep groan that action elicits from him. Yet, he remains unrelenting, torturing her painfully hardened nipples with the pearls. Flipping up her dress at the same time, he cups her pussy, two fingers pulling the edge of her drenched panties aside as they wander along her folds.
"So fucking wet. I think I'll make you come just with my tongue all night, once we get back to the hotel. Drinking you up and getting drunk on your sweet arousal, then blood. Would you like that, love?"
"Yes," she moans. "But I want your cock. Now." Her tone falters as he pinches her nipples and sinks his fingers deep into her.
She can feel his smirk on her nape as he replies, "Anything you want, you'll get, Caroline. But first -"
His digits retreat from her heat and then she lets out another whine, just as the pearls brush along her slit and curl around her clit. It's like torture, the exquisite kind, her body trembling and ready to come.
She just needs one. More. Touch.
Loud clunk reverberates across the room as the pearls fall to her floor and she falls apart, with the barest graze of thumb against her clit.
Caroline glances at the mirror against, is welcomed with the sight of dishevelled hair and cheeks painted red. Their gazes meet in the reflection as she demands in a husky tone, "Fuck me. I need it, Klaus. I need your cock now. Hard and fast."
She hears him unzipping his pants in response, his eyes flashing gold as he curls two fingers into her again and then thrusts into her from behind.
"Kla-" Her voice breaks when he sinks deeper, slowly. But the way he stretches her so full drives her wild, the feel of both his hard length and fingers setting every single nerve ending in her body on fire.
Their moans melt together as he fucks her in slow, deep thrusts, Caroline's hips bucking in response even though her knees are buckling under her. The vanity trashes against the wall each time he pounds into her but it doesn't matter, the damn furniture can fall apart for all she cares.
"Faster," she manages, back arching into him and then groans in frustration when he pulls away his fingers again. Taking his hand, she closes her mouth over them, licking away her own arousal while she stares right into his eyes.
His breath is hot on her skin as he growls into her neck, and then, he bends her over lower and his pace fastens.
And his cock is pressing just the right spot.
Arousal coils in her belly again, her body straining tighter and tighter. She bites on his finger and sucks, mewling as his delicious blood stains her tongue. It's close to enough to push both of them over the edge and Caroline's almost there when she hears foot steps right down the hall.
"It's probably the guard. He's compelled, love. Even if he's just by the door, he won't go in," Klaus reassures her.
Surprisingly, her walls clench around his length harder and as the thought of the guard standing close, listening to them, crosses her mind -
- she only grows wetter.
Naturally, Klaus's noticed. "Interesting," he muses, teeth scraping at he shoulder. "Maybe I should've let him watch. Would you like that, love? That man staring at your pretty arse as I fuck you from behind?"
"Yes," she moans as closes her eyes when he brushes her clit again.
"Look. At. Me," he rasps.
She does and he holds her gaze in the mirror. Her breasts are falling out of her unbuttoned dress with each thrust while his sandy curls ruffled and lips coloured with her blood.
We look amazing, Caroline thinks right before she comes on his cock, crying out her climax. She quivers, hearing Klaus fall over the edge with her name on his lips, his release spilling into her and slightly staining her inner thighs.
They stay like this for some time, with him still buried inside of her, their breathing jagged.
And perhaps, they try out the bed later on, and the long velvet chaise and tapestry-adorned wall.
Later that day, Klaus' hybrids might even clear the security feed and compel the stuff's memories away.
Still, in the next days, people wonder how these fresh scratch marks got over Marie Antoinette's favourite furniture.
"How can I hate someone that I'm in love with?"
Caroline decides she really hates him.
Vehemently and with burning passion.
She's been on the brink of orgasm for hours.
Just after he arrived, they locked themselves in her college dorm, Klaus' travel bag hitting the floor as he took her fast against the door.
And he hasn't buried himself in her even once since, damn him.
She's handcuffed to bed, which is strewn with various toys; feathers, vibrators and dildos, discarded after Klaus has teased her into oblivion.
"I need to come," she croaks, her throat completely dry from endless cries for release.
He made her beg.
And she loved every single second of it.
Yes, she absolutely despises him.
He's hovering over her, a hint of smirk looming along his raspberry lips at her words. "And you will, love. When I say so." His tone is hoarse as well, sign that he's not as in control as he's like to be.
Still, it's Caroline who lets out another frustrated moan when his fingertips brush against her clit in the lightest touch.
"I've waited long enough. Fuck. Me. No - " Her voice breaks at the feel of his fangs gently piercing skin along her labia and pressure of his lips sucking around the wound.
It feels like an out-of-body experience, the thought crosses Caroline's mind when she looks at her sweat-covered flesh, observes muscles that flex in her arms as she pulls at the handcuffs that Klaus has tied her to the the headboard with.
Then he rises his head and she loses her breath upon seeing his lips, stained with both her arousal and blood. His gaze is firmly set on her, flecks of gold brightening his eyes as he swipes his tongue around his mouth.
He leans forward, his breath tickling her ear when he rasps, voice lilting with promise, "Soon." His lips wander over her cheek, to her waiting mouth and Caroline catches them in a hot hungry kiss. Revels in her own taste mixed with his potent blood when she sinks into them with her fangs, warm crimson liquid coating the back of her throat.
"I adore you like this, Caroline," Klaus whispers after breaking the kiss. "I like you breathless." He pinches her nipple, drawing out a ragged groan from her. "I like you wet." Dipping lower, his fingers stroke her folds, a wolf-like grin appearing on his face when they both can hear just how soaked she is. "I like you screaming my name."
"Klaus!" she cries out as he sheaths himself deep in her heat while his fangs rip into her jugular.
He drinks and fuck her in slow languid moves and Caroline is about to burst, tight and throbbing from all the hours of pain-shaded pleasure he painted her body with.
Lazily, he meets her gaze, watching her monster on display, the veins dancing under her eyes and the colours gleaming in her irises. With one hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, watching closely as she falls apart under him, moaning her orgasm onto his cheek in jagged hot breaths.
He's still hard with her walls contracting around him and Caroline can feel heat pulling in her belly again as the afterwaves of her release roil through her form.
Her eyes light up as something occurs to her.
And Klaus catches it immediately, as he always does.
"What are you thinking about?" His voice raw, ravenous, both with interest and lust.
Her smile is cunning, predatory as she licks her own blood from his mouth.
"Oh, I just wonder..." she trails off, then continues at his impatient huff. "How can I hate someone that I'm in love with? So fucking much." Her words are a whisper along his lips.
It's Klaus' breath that gets strained now, shudder coursing through him down to his cock as his frantic eyes search hers, pondering whether she means what she's just said.
"I do," Caroline simply states, reading his thoughts perfectly. In swift slick moves, she hooks her legs around his hips and draws his even deeper, clenching her muscles around his length.
Biting into his neck, she drowns herself in his blood and smiles against his skin when Klaus comes hard and hot inside of her, her name dying on his lips.
She decides then.
Perhaps she doesn't really hate him that much.
Thank you for reading! The next update is going to be a regular-length, single drabble, I promise :) What do you think about these? Something in particular that you liked or didn't? Please let me know ;)
Till next time,
Kate
