Klaroline AU Week: Day 2 – Klaus (who already knows caroline) is sent forward in time and meets future!him and future!caroline who are in a relationship.
WARNING: NSFW (threesome with double penetration)
Caroline heard the water still running on the bathroom and smiled to herself as she finished organizing her new clothes in the closet – if the lingerie sets she'd bought could be called clothes, anyway.
Thinking that nothing would be better at that moment than mind-blowing shower sex, she walked out from the closet, ready to go to the bathroom, but she stopped in her tracks to see Klaus still lying on the bed.
She rolled her eyes at him, "Seriously, Nik? Look, we're going to live in this planet for a long time and I'd much rather do it if there's still water in it."
Klaus looked at her seeming genuinely confused and she frowned as he said, "Caroline? What are you doing here, love?"
At the same time, from the bathroom, another voice called, "Sweetheart? Who are you talking to?"
It sounded like Klaus as well.
"If you're here, then who's in there?" she asked alarmed, walking to the bathroom to see the hybrid shooting her a smile as he dried himself with a towel, wrapping it around his waist.
"Would you like to have joined me, love?"
She shook her head, not understanding what was happening and looked back to see the other Klaus still in the bedroom, coming towards her. "What's going on? Who- Who are you?"
"Caroline, I'm the real Klaus." He said, placing his hand on her upper arm as if that could assure her of whom he really was.
The other Klaus, the one in only a towel, snorted and Caroline was left looking from one to another, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Answer me this at the same time the both of you… What's our safe word?"
The Klaus touching her said with a frown, "We don't have one" at the same time the other affirmed, "Hummingbird."
Caroline didn't waste a second before pushing the Klaus nearest to her against he wall, holding him by his neck. "Who are you and what the hell do you want?"
"There's no need for violence, love." the apparent real Klaus said as he took quick steps towards them, wrapping his hand around her wrists and tugging her hand away from the man she held against the wall. "We're both real. And we're both… Well, me."
She frowned, looking at him over her shoulder, "What?"
He indicated the other man with the same face as he with his head, "He's me from the past… I had a disagreement with a coven of witches. It's only temporary, I should be back to my own time in a few hours."
"How do you know that?"
Klaus smiled, "Because I remember this."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she questioned, still not sure she believed that story as he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back against his front.
"I wanted to surprise you." He said, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.
Right.
That was such the perfect answer for him… He just wanted to surprise her. How wonderful.
She would've been a lot madder at how he had scared her if it wasn't for the way his past self was looking at them and she saw very quickly how that could become interesting.
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She smiled at Klaus – as she'd decided to call the one from the past, thinking of the one from her current timeline as Nik – whose eyes had darkened considerably and was currently appreciating how short her white silk robe was.
Caroline looked at Nik to see if he was ok with what she had in mind and he rolled his eyes, but nodded, understanding her silent question.
Klaus had a curious look on his face, still analysing the situation and she took a step towards him, placing her hands on his chest. "Is this ok?" Caroline asked and he nodded, holding her hips as Nik growled. She fought the urge to roll his eyes at how possessive he was… It wasn't as if she was with someone else, for heaven's sake. "When are you from, anyway?"
"I'd just returned to New Orleans after our little rendezvous in the woods." He replied, "What year are we in?"
"2256." She said, suddenly tearing his shirt apart, not allowing him to ask any more questions – it was so unfair that he was already getting a glimpse of their future - "Ops. Perhaps we should go back to the bedroom." Caroline grinned at him before turning around to walk away, pleased at how they both followed her immediately.
She had to admit that this hadn't happened even in her fantasies.
Sure, Nik and her had had threesomes and it'd been glorious, but this… This was different altogether. He had always been something more in comparison to her other lovers, much more intense and much more skilled to make her fall apart with his touches… And now she had two of him.
Arousal began to pool in-between her legs just at the thought of those four hands touching her and she pressed her thighs together, imagining all of the ways they'd choose to have her.
Climbing onto the bed and sitting on her calves, Caroline watched as Nik dropped his towel to the floor and Klaus got rid of his pants and underwear and she licked her lips in anticipation as she saw them fully naked for her.
Biting her lower lip, she waited as they both came to her kissing Nik passionately as Klaus's hands started to wander up her thighs, slipping underneath the thin material of her robe.
Nik pulled away to allow Klaus to bare her for them, undoing the not that tied her robe and slipping it off her body. Her nipples tightened both from arousal and from the contact against the chilly air, her skin prickling as they drank her in with hungry eyes.
Caroline stared at them a little nervous, not sure how they'd want to proceed, but apparently they had it all settled.
Klaus kissed her, laying down and pulling her on top of him so she'd be straddling his lap and he let his lips descend to her collarbone and all the way down to her breasts. She felt his erection poking against her thigh and she moaned as his fingers pinched one of her nipples at the same time his teeth scrapped lightly the other.
He helped her position himself at her entrance and she sat down on him, gasping loudly at how good it felt to have him inside her. "Fuck, love. That's all I can think about ever since I last saw you." He told her as she began to move, teasing him sweetly.
Focused on torturing Klaus a little longer, she'd barely noticed Nik had gotten off the bed to fetch a box destined to their sexual needs, but from the corner of her eyes she saw he'd gotten the lube and her pussy clenched around Klaus's cock at the knowledge of what was about to happen.
Nik bent her forward and she grasped on Klaus's shoulders as she felt a lube-coated finger pressing against her ass, slowly slipping in. "Is this ok, love?"
"Yeah." She panted, her eyes closing so that she could enjoy those sensations fully.
Shortly after, another finger was added to stretch her, making her moan a soft "Nik!" right before they were withdrawn and she felt strangely empty, but not for long.
Nik's cock was suddenly inside of her and she felt all of her limbs turn to jelly, unable to keep up her movements and Klaus buckled his hips to meet hers impatiently, holding them and taking control at the same time Nik began to move inside of her, his balls hitting against her skin with each thrust.
Klaus used his fingers to tease her clit, his cock hitting all of the right places and she couldn't help but moan a mix of "Nik"s and "Klaus"s that turned into his full name – "Niklaus!" - being uttered again and again like a plea for them not to stop or for them to go faster.
She'd never felt this… full.
Every slight movement made her want to scream his name in pleasure, her entire body trembling as she let them have her in the way they saw fit – Klaus fucking her pussy and Nik her ass.
"Do you like this, love? Having me fucking you like this?"
"Yes!" she cried out, "You both feel so good."
She didn't have to look to know that Nik was smirking, "I love seeing you like this, sweetheart, barely able to keep it together because of my cock… Well, our cock. You're so tight… You feel perfect."
Klaus grinned at her and she found it was incredibly unfair that they both got to stay with a clear head and tease her when she was such a mess.
They synchronized their movements, burying themselves deep inside of her simultaneously and Caroline wasn't sure she was going to last any longer, bright dots obscuring her vision as body.
"Come for us, love." Klaus said, "I want to see your face as you come from our cocks."
She was in no position to deny that request, really, so she shattered around him while they kept on thrusting inside of her, prolonging her orgasm and, oh, Caroline was sure she had never come as hard in all of these years in this Earth.
And as she fought to catch her breath, unsure if she could take more of having both of them inside of her like that in such a short amount of time, they both took their cocks out of her, letting her lay on the mattress as their hands caressed her body.
"That was… Amazing." She breathed and they both laughed.
"We're not done, though." Klaus protested, "You've seem to have dirtied my cock with your juices, love. Why don't you clean it?" he asked.
Caroline opened her eyes to look at him, fighting down a smile as she saw the flicker of insecurity she had learn to look for in his eyes… Klaus didn't know the rules to their relationship yet; he wasn't sure what was ok to ask of her or what wasn't. But most importantly: he hadn't explored her body nearly as well as she had explored his.
And she would damn sure use that in her favour.
Klaus sat against the headboard, looking at her expectantly and Caroline pressed her lips against his briefly before going down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen.
"Use only your tongue." Nik instructed staring at the scene with great interest and she figured he'd be interested in watching her suck his cock from a different angle – she knew he had enjoyed their little movies more than he'd let on.
Caroline licked Klaus's shaft, moaning softly at tasting herself on her tongue. He groaned at how she cleaned him, teasing him, curling her tongue around him and never breaking eye contact.
And only once he was clean she allowed herself to wrap her lips around him, taking as much of him as she could until he hit the back of her throat.
Klaus tangled his hand on her hair, tugging harshly to make her move and Caroline let him control her speed, adding a little more of teeth every once in a while and scrapping his balls with her fingernails as she knew he liked, his soft "Fuck" making her eyes glint.
She loved being good at pleasing him.
Nik groaned at the view they made and positioned himself behind her, entering her pussy with one swift movement and Caroline sucked hard around Klaus's cock as Nik's hit all of the right places inside of her.
"That's something she loves doing, our Caroline." Nik said to Klaus, "She likes to please us. Isn't that right, sweetheart? You like it when we come down your throat and let you know what a good girl you were for us. You like it when I tie you up and do whatever I want with you…"
Klaus tugged on her hair pointedly at the description his future self painted for them… He'd love to explore everything with Caroline, to get to know her as intimately as this version of him seem to.
"You do look exquisite with your lips around my cock, love." He muttered with a slightly strangled voice, "And you submit so prettily to us… You let us do what we want with your body. Such a naughty girl, aren't you? Even naughtier than I'd realized from our time in the woods and I was most impressed with you that day. Suck harder, Caroline. I want you to taste my come."
She moaned around him, doing as he asked and Nik started to thrust inside of her deeper and faster, keeping up with the rhythm they'd settled. And she felt she was so close to shattering once more.
Klaus came inside her mouth and she drank his release just as Nik started to rub her clit to help her climax faster – it worked and he spilled inside of her soon after and – oh, how deliciously pleasant it was to drive the most powerful beings on the planet over the edge like that.
Their bodies were sated as they lay down on the bed, Caroline in the middle of a Klaus-sandwich, their hands wandering around her body, kisses being pressed on her lips and on her shoulder and, frankly, she wasn't sure who was who anymore.
"Did you enjoy the preview to our life?" she asked, mostly to identify who Klaus was, getting her answer when the one on her right replied to her question.
"Most certainly, love. I look forward to having you in my life permanently… Though, I suppose that my bed will rather empty now that I know that I'll share it with you one day."
Caroline rolled her eyes, but smiled fondly at him. "Maybe you'll get a visit sooner rather than later… How long until you leave?"
"It shouldn't be long now." Nik informed them.
"Well, at least I know I'll get to experience this twice." Klaus said, "I'll love to do this all over again from a different perspective."
"And that's totally unfair, by the way. It'll only happen this once to me… Perhaps I'll find a witch to send me to the future for a night as well."
They exchanged a wicked grin before both of them replied in unison, "Please, do."
Caroline groaned… Perhaps two Klaus's was too much when it came to anything other than sex.
Klaroline AU Week: Day 3 - KC AU Week Prompt: Write about the 3 things that Klaus could never tell her. Or vice versa with Caroline. Maybe one of them gets hexed with a "Reveal All" or "Spill Your Heart's Secrets" spell or something?
Pure fluff
"Hello, love." The words echoed through the phone, making Caroline go extremely still. She knew that voice, that accent… She knew exactly to whom the emotions embodied in them belonged.
"Klaus?" she asked hesitantly.
He'd been so good on his word, he had kept his promise just fine. Perhaps a little too fine in her opinion, if she was being honest, but why would he contact her now? What was wrong?
"I'm glad to see you remember me, sweetheart." He teased, "I'm afraid I'll need your help for something. All I need is for you not to hang up and then I can go back to being out of your life, as you asked me to."
His acid, accusatory tone made her sit down on her bed, closing her eyes and holding her phone against her ear a little more tightly than strictly necessary. "Why should I help you?" Caroline shot back instinctively, making sure her words sounded cold and perhaps a little bit cruel.
His short pause made an apology crawl out of her stomach, fighting to be uttered, but she pressed her lips together, determined not to let it out, and she waited for his answer because, really, why should she help him?
He'd been out of her life for almost two years. No calls, no texts, no Birthday cards. And, yes, perhaps she'd asked him to, but she hadn't expected him to actually go through with it so damn well. Ok, honestly, she hadn't expected to miss him this much either and maybe it was totally unfair to be mad at him for keeping his promise, but she was.
"Come now, Caroline, I thought we were friends."
She couldn't quite identify his tone or picture his face to read how she was supposed to take it, but a smile spread across her face regardless, a smile she tried to hide behind a long-suffering sigh. "Fine. What do you need?"
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"From you? I told you, love, I need you to listen. I've been cursed, Caroline, a coven of witches wasn't all that found of me, it seems."
She snorted, "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"I'll have you know that I'm quite popular with the witches."
"I so didn't need to hear that." Caroline groaned, trying to force the images of Klaus with other women out of her mind, realizing a bit too late how he would receive her words.
And, oh, how she hated the smirk that was so obviously in his face when he said his presumptuous (albeit correct) "Jealous, love?"
Caroline rolled her eyes, annoyed at her slip and his smugness. "You wish."
"I do, yes. Anyhow, I was cursed to reveal three things to someone I care about. An useless curse, as you can see, but it keeps me in an annoying amount of pain until I do so. I suppose it's my turn to confess, then."
"Seriously? Can't you do this with someone else, like, your siblings?"
Klaus chuckled and she realized that, if he had called her and asked for her help, it was because he couldn't use somebody else. "The witches did not have family bonds in mind when they created the curse, I'm afraid. I believe that they used on me exactly because they thought I wouldn't have anyone to confess to, thus rendering me in pain for a long while."
"Well, ok, then… Let's hear your confessions."
Caroline tried to sound as if her breath wasn't caught in her throat, anticipation making her tap her finger against her thigh impatiently as butterflies flew in her stomach, the fluttering exciting her heart to beat faster.
"I have a room prepared for you in my house here in New Orleans." Klaus blurted out.
She blinked a few times, trying to process that piece of information, the grin on her face telling her how she felt about it before her brain had fully understood what she thought of it. "Oh… So sure I'm going to visit one day?" Caroline teased, trying to make the situation lighter.
"I have hopes." He replied. "Shall I continue?"
"Yeah, go on."
It took him a moment of hesitation before Klaus admitted, "I have a few hybrids watching over you."
And the grin was gone.
"What?" she yelled, outraged. "Klaus! I'm not… Ugh, I can take care of myself and I don't need your slaves checking on me and making sure I'm safe, do you hear me?"
"I have many enemies as you may have gathered, Caroline. I'm not taking any risks regarding your safety. Also, if it makes it better, they are not slave, love. They are very well paid for."
"It doesn't." she sighed, "We can talk more about this later, what's the last thing you have to tell me? Are you monitoring my calls?"
She wondered what it said about her that she knew exactly how he had reacted to what she'd just said, rolling his eyes, but smiling fondly.
Caroline waited impatiently for his reply, trying to force herself to breathe calmly as her mind conjured many possibilities she wasn't quite ready to face just yet. Because what if he said that he loved her? Did he love her? Did she want him to love her? Did she love him back?
She didn't have an answer to these questions and the anxiety and the fear almost made her hang up the phone, but her mother raised her (mostly) right, so she didn't.
She waited as he gathered his courage to utter the words that seemed to be stuck in his throat and they finally made their way out, being spoken very softly and quietly.
"I miss you."
It wasn't the three words she'd thought she'd hear and Caroline wondered if that disappointed her… It didn't.
It didn't simply because of the fact that Klaus Mikaelson, a man that could easily find and be with someone else, hadn't moved on from her. Not that his previous statements had made her think that he had, really, but it was so surreal to believe that he missed her, that he thought about her and struggled with her absence.
Even after all of his displays of affection and his pretty words, Caroline still couldn't quite believe that he meant it. That she was the one for someone and not just someone… To the guy who could possibly, even if just in the future, be her one.
"Caroline?" he called, expecting an answer and how utter ridiculous it was that she had managed to make the Original Hybrid feel – even if slightly – insecure.
"Are you feeling better?" Caroline forced herself to ask, still trying to deal with what he had just told her.
Klaus sighed resignedly, as he'd expected her to change the subject instead of facing his confession. "I am, love. Thank you for-"
"I miss you too." She interrupted him, spilling it before she had the chance to really think it through.
And the smile she pictured for him was infuriating, yes, but it also made her smile back radiantly.
"Perhaps you should come visit me, then, and make the both of us less miserable."
Oh, she could argue with him. She could tell him that she wasn't miserable without him per se or that she really needed this Klaus-free time to figure everything out about who she was and what she wanted. She could turn off the phone and pretend that conversation had never happened in the first place.
But the teenager-talking-to-her-boyfriend-on-the-phone-smile was still on her face and her reply was, "Yeah, perhaps I should."
Klaroline AU Week: Day 4 - As teenagers, Klaroline agree to marry when they are 30 if they are not married to anyone else. Through the years, Klaus sabotages her relationships (Maybe she does too with his?) to make sure it happens.
Angsty, but with a happy ending.
Self-pity had never been his thing, really.
But as Klaus poured himself yet another glass of scotch, he found out he didn't give a damn. The alcohol burned his throat and his chest was set ablaze. Fire, flames, heat… More scotch.
Next morning would be hell.
Damn it. Every morning would be hell… Caroline was engaged. How could he have let that happen?
She had told him about it that day, a bright smile on her face and a big stone on her finger that he never would've picked for her.
And, yes, perhaps he had thought too much about the ring he'd pick for her if he were to propose. Because, yes, he'd been ridiculously in love with her ever since he'd met her in college ten years ago.
Oh, how he treasured the memories of having teased her and evoked her fury simply because he'd found it enchanting during that first project they'd been assigned to do together and to this day still.
And afterwards, all those little exchanges as he slowly gained her thrust and loyalty and she gained his in return while they built an improbable, but strong friendship.
They'd moved in together the next year and he quickly learned all of her rules and quirks and they shared so many moments… He remembered each and every one of them.
(more scotch. more fire.)
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Klaus didn't want to remember. He wanted to forget.
He didn't want to be able to picture Matt's face in his mind. The boy had been Caroline's first boyfriend in the time they lived together… A simple guy, everyone thought him to be sweet. Klaus thought he was too ambitionless for her and maybe his innocent input on how she'd love to travel the world and live somewhere else hadn't been so innocent at all and maybe he had predicted just how that would create a little trouble between them… He was just helping out his friend who could do way better, really.
No, he didn't want to remember Matt.
And he definitely didn't want to recall Damon Salvatore, the most idiotic asshole that had ever lived on this Earth… He had punched the man after a particularly nasty comment he made about Caroline in front of him. Klaus had refused to apologize for that. She hadn't been too upset, so he figured he probably hadn't messed up everything too badly.
But, oh, he'd love to forget that Damon's hands had touched her skin while his hadn't and probably never would.
(more scotch. the flames inside him were cleansing.)
Then there had been Tyler Lockwood.
Klaus had hated him from day one. He had hated how Tyler treated him well in front of her, but as soon as she was out of the room he was making threats and telling him to keep away from his girlfriend… As if the boy had a claim on her. She wasn't his. And maybe she wasn't Klaus's either, but that was irrelevant. In the end, he hadn't had to do anything to separate Caroline and Tyler for the simple fact that the boy sabotaged himself: he had asked her to choose between Klaus and him.
The feeling of being chosen had been good. Klaus had been euphoric.
Now, though… It was bittersweet and he wanted to forget that too.
(more scotch. the memories needed to be turned into ashes.)
There was a particular event he was hoping to forget. One that, the more he drank, seemed to become more vivid in his mind.
Perhaps because of the fact that it had happened when they'd both been drunk.
They had kissed. It hadn't been their first and neither their last – their friends enjoyed playing the occasional truth and dare (very childish, in his opinion, not that it mattered to Caroline) and they'd been caught underneath a mistletoe once or twice – no, what actually mattered was what came after the kiss.
Caroline had come back from a date gone wrong around the time they'd moved in together and they'd drunk wine and talked about life until they were both inebriated, dancing in their living room, laughing at how she twirled around and around.
And when he pulled her back into his arms, their lips had met sweetly and briefly before she started giggling, her eyes sparkling with her newest idea – "Why don't we make a deal?"
"What kind of deal, love?" he had asked, slightly dizzy.
Her laugh was pure and happy and Klaus couldn't help but smile too, "Let's get married."
He frowned, "I don't think that's a good idea, Caroline."
"Not now." She had rolled her eyes impatiently, "But like in Friends, you know? If we're still single when we're 30, then we get married."
And he could blame it on the alcohol if he wanted to, but the fact was there hadn't been any hesitation on his part when he replied, "Deal."
Still giggling, Caroline pulled him to find a piece of paper where they scribbled out a contract with the terms of their accord, both of them signing it… And she used it the next morning when he'd casually mentioned it, trying to figure out if she had truly meant it.
"Hey, we made a deal. I have your signature on our contract… There's no going back now."
And maybe the fact that she had held onto that piece of paper for all this time made him feel a little better.
(more scotch? was it even working? hell. more scotch.)
There was something he didn't want to forget, though. He didn't deserve to forget it.
Because he'd somewhat taken her for granted… They were both 29 now. They were so close to turning 30 and maybe he'd have the guts to tell her that he really wanted to marry her and maybe they really would.
Except she had been dating Stefan Salvatore – slightly less of an idiotic asshole than his brother, but still very much one – for a year, but Klaus could never have imaged that he'd propose… Their relationship was boring and bland while Caroline was so alive and captivating.
He didn't even put an effort to see that ending, because it sure as hell would fall apart on its own.
Klaus had basically considered it victory.
Clearly he had been wrong, though, as recent events showed him.
Because he had been too much of coward to go to her, to tell her how he honestly felt about her, relying on some stupid deal they'd made years ago that would make her marry him… Would she even want to? Should she even want to?
He had spent so much time thinking that all of those men were the wrong pick for her and now he couldn't find a single reason of why he would be the right one.
He hadn't fought for her, he had let her go.
And there he was again, drowning his sorrow in alcohol, hoping that it could make him feel better, but it only made him more miserable and alone.
Because she wasn't there. Caroline was probably celebrating her engagement with her fiancé somewhere else while he was left alone, never having had the decency to work on a plan B… And for a man who was always keen on being two steps ahead of everyone else, that was a huge flaw.
Self-pity had never been his thing, but it sure as hell was comforting in the state he found himself.
(more scotch. no more excuses.)
(more scotch. damn it.)
(more scotch. it fucking hurt.)
(more scotch. –)
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Everything was a blur after a while.
He remembered there had been some broken glasses; he remembered sitting on the couch and not having the will to move to his own bed and he remembered the melancholy that had taken over him right before he'd closed his eyes.
And now his head was pounding and there was someone yelling at him?
"I leave for one night and this is the state you leave our kitchen? Do I have to remind you about rule number 6, Klaus? Because after all of these years, I thought you had memorized all of my rules!"
"Caroline." He groaned, covering his eyes with his hand as soon as he tried to open them. Bright lights. Not good. "Please, keep it down, love."
Ops. Wrong thing to say.
"Oh, so because you spent your entire night drinking I should mind the tone of voice I use in my place? Not gonna happen, buddy. Now, take your feet off of the couch and- hold on, what's that?"
"What's what?" Klaus asked, confused.
He heard her steps as she approached him, her hand taking something that was on the couch next to him. "This." Caroline said and he didn't have to open his eyes to see her reading whatever it was with a frown on her face as she tried to understand what was happening. "Klaus."
His named echoed softly from her lips and it was his time to frown.
Klaus tried to remember what paper he'd gotten last night, but couldn't come up with any explanation. He certainly didn't recall writing anything.
Blinking a few times as he tried to adjust to the lights, he saw Caroline staring at him, her lips parting as if she was trying to say something, but couldn't voice it.
She sat down on the couch by his feet and he saw that there were tears in her eyes. Now, what could he have done to make her cry? He didn't know, but he was already cursing himself for it.
"What's that, love?" Klaus asked.
She shook her head, "Why… Why didn't you say anything? I mean, is this why you were drinking?"
Getting a glance at the piece of paper, Klaus recognized it… It was their contract. He must have gotten it at some point last night.
He'd never liked lying to her, so it's an honest "Yes" that came as a reply from him while he internally winced.
"Klaus." She said his name again, "Do you have feelings for me?"
Another sincere "Yes", another wince.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Klaus shrugged, "I didn't want to ruin our friendship, love."
"You should've told me."
"Why?" he questioned, "You've never showed any interest in me, sweetheart. I was well aware my feelings were unrequited."
Thought I've always hoped I was wrong, he added mentally.
"Seriously?" Caroline started laughing. It wasn't exactly happy, it sounded slightly bitter and acid and it didn't quite fit her, but she couldn't seem to help herself. "I'm sorry. It's just… Isn't it ridiculous that I find out that you have feelings for me just when I get engaged? What am I supposed to do now? Break up with him? Stefan's a decent guy, no matter what you say, and he doesn't deserve that… But marrying him would be cruel to us both. Well, to the three of us, I suppose."
"What are you talking about?" he questioned, his heart beating fast in his chest as anticipation built… She couldn't mean that-
"I'm in love with you, you dumbass. You really didn't know?"
"You're- What?"
"I've been in love with you for so long… And every time I thought about telling you, you'd get a new girlfriend. There was Aurora, Hayley, Cami… And I thought that you weren't interested."
"I've always been interested." He assured her quickly. "I love you, Caroline."
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and, oh, happiness had never been experienced by anyone the way he was experiencing it in that moment as she muttered her first "I love you too."
"So what now?" Klaus asked needing to be sure things would work out the way he was hoping they would.
"Well, I'm not going to kiss you, because you're gross - no offense – and I'm still engaged to Stefan. But, hopefully, by the end of the day, I'll be a single woman… And you'll have taken a shower and brushed your teeth… And cleaned the kitchen. Then we can take it from there, yeah?"
"Sound good, love."
"I'll see you later, then."
He wondered if he'd ever get rid of that stupid grin on his face… Probably not. Oh, well, he could live with that.
So let me know what you thought about these drabbles! Did you like the smut on the first one? Did you enjoy the second one's fluff? What about the slightly angsty third one? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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