Some Klaroline Vision Wednesday prompts I've completed on tumblr.
From Klarolineforevermine on tumblr: "We've been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time We've met and your portraits really don't do you justice" Royalty au ;)
Part 1 and 2
Betrothed.
In Klaus' mind it was a ridiculous practice, one that surely should have been done away with centuries ago, but considering Mikael's need for expanding his family's kingdom to a ridiculous length it hadn't surprised him in the least to learn of it. With five sons (even if one of them was a lowly bastard as Mikael so liked to remind him) that was five opportunities to secure another royal bloodline into the Mikaelson's name.
He'd seen the results of his older brothers marriages and while Finn had lucked out and seemed to truly love Sage (even if their conversations could put a man to sleep within minutes), Elijah seemed to be arguing with his bride Katerina whenever they bothered to talk to one another. It made for an entertaining piece of people watching whenever he visited his brother but Klaus had no intention of being bogged down in such a contemptuous or boring life.
And now he was to meet his future wife. Caroline Forbes of the Forbes dynasty.
He didn't know her as the girl didn't frequent anything that the rest of the royal circle was involved in. She didn't attend the same prestigious schools as they did, staying instead inside her home country and attending public school, something that was practically unheard of among the royal circuit but a wish of her deceased father. She didn't attend the fashion shows that Rebekah was always dragging him long to nor had he ever seen her at any of Kol's elaborate parties.
She was practically an unknown among the royal children, though he knew she was frequently a guest of the Gilbert's and Bennett's whenever she did leave her country. Klaus had never seen her at either place though, always arriving just after she'd left and perhaps the mystery surrounding her should have intrigued him and it had for a time.
But then he had seen a portrait of her done by Jeremy Gilbert, something that must have been painted when she was visiting his family, and all of the mystery had disappeared. She was pretty enough but all of the allure had quickly evaporated at the sight of the gangly thirteen year old with braids and pink braces adorning her teeth.
She was a child, three years his junior, and Klaus wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.
He put Caroline out of his mind, intent of ignoring the family traditions for as long as possible but his twenty-first birthday rolled around, alerting him to the princess' coming eighteenth one and there would be no more running away from his apparent destiny.
Klaus would have simply not attended the princess' birthday ball if it wasn't for the threat of Mikael breathing down his neck. A loveless marriage would be far less of a punishment than dealing with that man.
"You ready for this, man?" Marcel asked as the two of them stood in one of the hallways off to the side. The ballroom was already filling with various dignitaries, his family members among them. The one good thing to come out of this would be seeing Henrik again for the first time in months.
"Oh yes. I can't wait to finally be tied down to a silly little girl who's never even glimpsed the world," Klaus muttered, refusing to even act a bit agreeable before he was forced to.
"Better than ones who've glimpsed a bit too much of it," Marcel pointed out and Klaus snorted as Tatia passed by, smiling flirtatiously at the two of them before heading toward the door.
Mikael was heading down the hallway, obviously intent on reminding Klaus of all his responsibilities. Klaus had no intention of listening to another long spiel or being in his father's presence any longer than required. Enduring the princess would be far better than that.
Klaus headed off into the ballroom, making appropriate small talk as he went before spotting his youngest brother talking to a young woman who had her back to him. The gold dress she was wearing hugged her curves in all the right ways, accentuating legs that seemed to go on for miles. But it was the fact that she was getting his shy brother to actually laugh and talk animatedly back that peaked Klaus' interest most.
He watched the two for a while before approaching, smile broadening as Henrik's eyes practically lit up at the sight of him. "Nik!"
Klaus swept the boy up into a tight hug before turning his attention to the young woman.
It was obvious who she was once he got a look at her face. The braces were gone, braids switched out for curls, and the vacant look he'd gotten from the portrait nowhere in sight. Instead they twinkled with amusement in Henrik's direction before finally looking at him and then all of the mirth seemed to evaporate.
Klaus didn't like that one bit.
He wanted the smile she had so easily directed toward his little brother turned toward him then. "This is," Henrik started, ready to introduce the two.
"Caroline of Forbes," Klaus finished, making sure to accentuate his accent. That usually seemed to do the trick but while there was a flicker of a smile it still wasn't enough, especially when her lips thinned as she pressed them together.
"And you're Klaus," Caroline replied as Henrik was called away from the two of them. "My betrothed." The distaste that surrounded the word was one that Klaus knew well but was suddenly wishing was no longer there.
The band started up and Caroline sighed, looking off to the side and Klaus didn't need to turn to know what was happening that way. No doubt her mother and country's advisers were urging her to dance with him just as he could see his mother and his own advisors waving for him to do.
Klaus held out a hand, thankful that she took it and allowed him to lead her into the first dance of the evening.
Perhaps he held her a bit more intimately than was required, his hand pressing into the small of her back, gliding down her arms as they completed the steps, not quite wanting to let her go. "You're quite the dancer," he couldn't help but tell her and he could see the glimpse of a smile again, the raising of her chin under the bit of praise.
"I have had lessons," was all she said though and that didn't surprise him. It would have been more so if she'd never had any.
The song ended much too soon for his liking and she pulled away, obviously intent on leaving his side. Klaus stepped into her path, all charming smile with dimples on display.
"Surely we can have another," he told her and for a moment he thought she might aqueise. It was the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes, all sweet and innocent like, and that really shouldn't spur the kinds of thoughts that suddenly went careening through his mind.
But the innocence is quickly replaced by a sharp tongue and narrowed eyes. "I'm sure you can find someone far more acceptable than a, oh what was it? A silly little girl who's never even glimpsed the world."
His words from earlier echoed between them and Caroline's smile was anything but pleasant as she turned and walked away from him.
Klaus watched her go, stunned for a moment before a smirk settled across his lips. Caroline of Forbes had turned out to be much more intriguing than he'd ever believed she could be and he had every intention of having her for his bride.
After all, he always did appreciate a challenge.
It started with a lovely infinity bracelet adorned with diamonds.
It really was a beautiful piece of jewelry, one fit for a queen as indicated by the note that went along with it, but just as quickly as she had opened the expensive gift Caroline had it sent right back to Klaus. While her curiosity might have caused her to open it when it was delivered she was adamant that she never actually wear the item, let alone allow him to think he could win her over with his expensive tastes.
Instead the next time she saw him she kept the simple friendship bracelet that Bonnie had braided for her back when they were school girls clasped around her wrist all the while purposefully keeping a distance from him.
Of course he managed to corner her though, his gaze drifting immediately to the childish keepsake and Caroline had simply shrugged. "I know what's most important to me," she told him before disappearing back into the crowded room.
The entire collection of clothes she had been admiring at the fashion show came next, a similar note attached to their wrapped boxes. It had taken considerable effort for her to leave them inside the cartons once she saw what they were, knowing her mother would never allow her to spend the country's money on something so frivolous. She coveted the new clothes, wanted to wrap her body in them and enjoy the way they would highlight all of her best features but as Bonnie would often tell her, Caroline was too stubborn for her own good.
So they were returned to Klaus with no note. Caroline figured he would have gotten the hint by then anyway. Then came the various tickets to a million different events that she was desperate to attend but her pride wouldn't allow her to accept any of them, from the ballet to a whole in the wall jazz club performance each of them was simply placed into an envelope and returned to Klaus.
"You know that you don't have to take me with you to any of the places I've sent your way," Klaus told her at the next function and she almost fell for the softness of his voice, the eagerness that seemed to be in his gaze for her to explore outside the kingdom she knew.
"Why so you can win whatever challenge you obviously see in me?" Caroline asked, unable to look at him and his earnest look any longer. She was too close to cracking.
"Why couldn't it be because I fancy you and want for you to enjoy everything the world has to offer?" Klaus insisted and she scoffed at that.
"You don't fancy me, Klaus. You don't even know me. I'm just the one you were unlucky enough to be betrothed to at a ridiculously young age so that our two kingdoms would have a better trade agreement," she pointed out before spotting Henrik and heading off to dance with him, laughing the entire time.
Then there was nothing for weeks, not a gift, not a note, not even his presence at the various social events her mother was forcing her to attend since she was of age.
Caroline should have been relieved, should have enjoyed no longer needing to look over her shoulder for his smirking face, to no longer catch a whiff of the scent that seemed to belong solely to Niklaus of Mikaelson.
She refused to admit that she missed it all, the thrill of the chase that seemed to be wrapped up tightly in being pursued by him, the banter that seemed to so easily pass between the two of them making the forced events not as boring as she'd come to see they could be. She even missed the way he could rile her up to no end, his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the rooms and they snapped away at one another.
Even the damn insufferable smirk would have been a welcome respite from that surrounded her without Klaus' presence.
The worst part though was when her mother sat her down to learn the latest bit of news.
"It seems that your betrothal to Niklaus has been voided," Liz told her and there should have been relief, joy, anything but the sinking pit of despair that seemed to fill Caroline's entire being.
"Good," she told her mother though, keeping up the act of indifference that she had been so tightly clinging to for the last few weeks. "Now I can marry for love like you did."
Her mother had simply patted her hand and left Caroline to her studies. She could barely look at her books anymore though, the words all seeming to come together in a jumbled mess that made no sense.
It was better this way, her last words to Klaus echoing in her mind and mixing with the ones she had said to her mother. She would marry for love and with enough time the prince with the dimples and tantalizing smirk would be nothing more than a distant memory.
An envelope arrived the next day with only her name scribbled on the front. Her personal assistant brought it up to her and Caroline carefully peeled it open, certain it was the invitation to Bonnie's coming of age ball.
Instead there was an intricate sketch of her with Henrik, looking the happiest she thought she had ever been, far more perfect than she saw herself when she looked in the mirror. At the bottom was a small note written in the same handwriting as her name had been on the envelope.
This is the girl I fancy.
Strong, beautiful, full of light. ~Klaus
"Is he still here?" Caroline didn't wait for an answer, sprinting from her room and down the stairs to spot Klaus just heading toward the door. "Klaus!"
It was ridiculous how much joy seemed to envelope her as he turned around, smiling at the sight of her. "It's lovely, thank you."
"I know, though only drew what I saw," Klaus told her and she rolled her eyes at the compliment causing him to laugh. "I'd also like to point out that we're no longer being forced to endure one another's presence and it seems that I still very much would like to show you the world."
Her smile brightened considerably at that, stomach flipping with anticipation as she headed toward him. "Is that so? And where would you like to start?"
"Paris? Rome?" Klaus grinned as she stopped in front of him, one of her hands pressing gently against his chest as his hand moved to brush her cheek. "Perhaps Tokyo?"
Caroline laughed, shaking her head at the audacious options. "I think it's a little too soon for anything like that."
"Then wherever you wish," Klaus told her and Caroline could tell he meant it as her fingers curled into the shirt he was wearing.
There weren't any trumpets blaring as his lips finally pressed against hers, no doves released like in countless movies she'd grown up on as a child, but the feeling of completeness that seemed to fill Caroline was more than enough of a sign that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to finally get to know Klaus of Mikaelson.
From anonymous Imagine your OTP is driving down a road when a mama duck and her ducklings decide to cross the road. Traffic stops in the meantime. Person A thinks the ducks are so cute, but Person B thinks that Person A's reaction is even cuter.
It's ridiculous how traffic on a country road can come to a complete standstill because of animals. It's one of the things that Klaus Mikaelson despises about driving them, not to mention the upkeep on them isn't anywhere near as uptodate as the highways he would prefer to travel. But driving traveling the French countryside with Caroline means slowing and allowing her to take in all of the sights and sounds that the country has to offer.
Her carefully planned itinerary usually keeps them on the go and it's up to him to pull her back and ensure she isn't missing out on all the little things that he knows she'll enjoy by sticking to her tight schedule. He adores her planning skills but the looks of pure joy that seem to envelope her whenever she sees something not on her list is something he can't quite peel himself away from.
At least its not cows on the road again. They had already endured that twice now and while the first time Caroline had been happy enough to watch the scene play out, the second time had been full of her groaning about how much time they'd waste now and then ordering him not dispose of the infernal creatures.
The mama duck and ducklings trailing after her seem like they're practically ripped out of a children's book, the eight little ducklings doing their best to keep up with their mother who quacks at them to follow along.
"Oh my god," Caroline quietly breathes out beside him in the passenger seat and Klaus looks over at her, smirking at the overwhelming joy that seems to be bursting out of her at the sight of them. Her eyes are wider than he's ever seen them, even more so than when she'd spotted the Eiffel tower the first time, her smile brighter than any he's ever witnessed. "Look at them just following after her."
She's practically pressed up against the dashboard then, craning her neck to follow their movements and then leaning over him to look out the window as they waddle off the road and out of sight. Klaus isn't about to complain, not with how her body is draped over him.
She drops back into her seat and he starts driving, waiting for the question that he knows she's dying to ask. Three, two…
"Can we get a duck?"
"No, sweetheart." As darling as they might be in their duckling stage the older ones are far less tolerable to deal with.
"But it would be so cute and they could follow us around and…" Her dreamy sigh is almost enough to have him cave to her whim, to let her see for herself how annoying the birds will be after a few weeks, but no. This would only lead to having him get her that dog she seemed so intent on every so often.
"That's why we have the hybrids, love."
Perhaps he deserves that slap to his arm.
From loveyou914: Hello! This is your KC Wednesday prompt: Caroline is a Viking Shield maiden and she wants to go to the next Viking raid. Klaus forbids it so she challenges him to battle. One of two outcomes: 1. She goes to the raid or 2. She becomes his bride. Happy Writing!
He forbade her?
Caroline stared hard at Klaus, wondering for a moment if he had lost his mind. He must have considering he actually had the audacity to forbid her to do anything. He might have been their leader but she had every right to join in on the next raid as any other man or woman of their village.
He was turning from her, thinking that his words would be enough to stop her from going, that they would be enough to put her into the place that he apparently still felt she needed to be. Safe and at home, not at his side ready to do as she had for years now.
"I challenge you," she called out, pleased to see him freeze at her words. She raised her chin in defiance as he turned back toward her, clearly not liking that she had done that.
And then there he was, entirely too close for comfort, always invading her space as if he had a right to claim it. "Don't be foolish," Klaus whispered, his voice harsh as his gaze seared into hers but Caroline refused to back down, to let him think he could control her in any way.
He might have been the best swordsman in their village, the most cunning, the most agile with the weapon but she wasn't any slouch either and she'd be damned if she backed down now. It wouldn't have done either of them any good, not when everyone had heard her cry and was waiting for the battle to begin.
She gives a good fight, actually manages to strike a few blows, but Klaus has her pinned to the ground, sword flung from her side at the end and Caroline knew that she had lost. From the smirk on the bastard's face as he helped her stand, the way he tugged her closer, coupled with his entirely too pleased voice as he murmured, "And now it seems I finally get to take you for my wife," Caroline had a feeling that he had set up the entirety of it for this exact outcome.
"You ass," she growled, trying to shove him away but his grip only tightened.
"Your ass now, my sunshine." Klaus grinned, and she narrowed her eyes at the childhood nickname before stomping on his foot to break away from him.
The crowd that had been watching them roared with laughter and she pushed through it, annoyed with herself for not seeing this outcome as Klaus boasted in the background before following after her.
"I'm coming on the raid," she told him as he caught her arm again, intent on spinning her back around toward him.
"Of course you are," Klaus informed her and she narrowed her eyes at that, hating the way his dimples seemed to become more pronounced as he smirked at her. "That was never really in question."
"I hate you," Caroline pouted as his hands found their way to her hair before cupping her cheeks.
"I know," Klaus replied, leaning in to kiss her.
Caroline stomped her foot down onto his, pleased when he howled in pain and she took the opportunity to slip away. He owed her a new sword before she ever kissed him again.
Prompt: Our AC is out and it's the middle of summer
"You're invading my space, Klaus!" Caroline tried to inch away from his body that was taking up more space than was allowed on their bed.
Usually she would sleep curled up right against him and she would have been more than happy to do so but the AC had gone out the night before and someone–NOT her–had forgotten to call the guy that day while they were both working. So now they were trying to use three carefully placed fans to try and garner a little bit of air circulating through the room but it wasn't working at all.
"And your big body is blocking all of the fans," she complained, turning to push him to get back to the spot he was supposed to be occupying.
Klaus only tugged her arm, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his limbs around her. Caroline groaned, feeling sticky and gross.
"Have I told you that you're rather adorable when you're grumpy, love?" Klaus murmured against the top of her head.
"Don't even try to talk about my adorableness when I'm hot, sticky and my hair is all limp and awful, and these clothes are uncomfortable." She had thought the tiny shorts and tank top she had worn to bed would help cool her some but the soft cotton was only annoying her further. "I hate this."
"I could always help you remove those," Klaus offered and she knew it was supposed to be seductive. If she wasn't feeling so crappy then it would have been but instead she shimmied out from him.
"I'm taking a shower." As cold as she could tolerate. "And no you're not invited." She tossed his cellphone at him. "Not unless you find some 24-hour AC person to get over here and fix the damn thing before I come out of it."
Klaus watched her head off into their bathroom and fell back against the bed, knowing full well that she'd keep him out of the shower until he complied with her wishes. "It's just a little heat," he muttered, ducking when a bottle of shampoo came flying out at him. "I'm calling now."
The quicker he got the AC fixed the better.
Prompt: I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T HAD THE BEST EXPERIENCE WITH CATS IN THE PAST BUT LOOK AT ITS FACE PLEASE PLEASE CAN WE KEEP IT?
"No."
Caroline had never been a fan of that word–though really did anyone like hearing those two little letters put together when they really wanted something? Hearing it come out of Klaus' mouth though was a double blow of annoyance though but she also knew that she had an endless amount of ways to try and get him to see things her way and turn his answer into a beautiful yes.
Except apparently when it came down to having animals as pets.
Horses were all fine and dandy but it wasn't like she could have one inthe house with them and cuddle up to it like she could with a dog or a cat.
Dogs were out of the question because all Klaus seemed to want were huge guard dogs that he could train into attacking those visitors that he didn't like. Which was how her cute, cuddly little puppy had turned into a vicious companion for him. Though okay, maybe,Hugo still enjoyed cuddling up with her whenever there was a thunderstorm frightening him but it just wasn't the same as when he'd been tiny.
The rabbit she had tried for had turned up as dinner the night she had brought it home. Klaus had ended up in a guest bedroom for a month after that but Caroline could still see that he was insufferably smug about it. Nor did she want to think about the damn foot he had hanging up by his desk for luck, the jerk.
She knew that birds would only end up the same way and really didn't want to deal with all of the incessant chirping that would happen when the sun rose each morning. Or was that only roosters? She wasn't chancing it.
Caroline had resigned herself to never actually having a pet of her own that she could happily enjoy when she had stumbled upon the tiny black kitten while visiting Bonnie.
Maybeit would have been a good idea to talk to Klaus about bringing the kitten home first but Caroline hadn't been able to say no to the tiny little face and sweet little meows that it had done to her.
She tried hiding the cat at first, sneaking him up to a spare room far away from their own and then sneaking up the cat food and various necessities plus toys that it needed.
That worked for about two days until Klaus started wondering what she was doing locked away all day in the other room.
"No," was all he said when he finally opened the door and saw her playing with the tiny bundle, letting the kitten chase after a blue ribbon.
"But, look at him!" Caroline protested, picking up the kitten and holding its small face up for him to see.
Klaus glared at the creature and that should have frightened the kitten, it had scared Hugo into hiding for the entire day when he'd done it to the puppy, but her kitten simply hissed at him before meowing pitifully at Caroline. "Isn't he adorable?"
"No."
Ugh. "Well I'm keeping him and if you even try to eat him or get rid of him then that beach vacation we're supposed to do next month is going to become afamily one and I'll make sure that Kol comes along and Rebekah brings her latest fling and Elijah can totally bring Katherine and you'll have to deal with that massive headache."
Klaus arched a brow at that. "So would you, love."
Caroline shrugged and then looked down at the tiny bundle in her arms. "Worth it."
And that was how she came to own a cat.
Prompt from anonymous: It's 2 am but you're craving cake and we're both up anyway so let's bake in our underwear AU please!
Caroline Forbes had a sweet tooth. It was something that she usually was able to manage, to utilize her need for control to handle and ignore, but sometimes there was simply no getting around it.
Tonight was one of those nights.
It didn't help that Klaus had been away at some meeting in the Quarter about one thing or another, leaving her without him to use as a suitable distraction to satiate other cravings that she would get late at night. Of course, deciding that she was going to satisfy her sweet tooth meant going through all of the variations that she might want to try and deciding that a simple bar of chocolate from their pantry wasn't going to cut it.
She wanted cake and while the French Quarter might be alive with music and dancing and other activities for hours on end the bakeries that she loved had all been closed for hours. But she found a box of Betty Crocker cake mix tucked away and had lucked out on finding everything else that was needed for completing the recipe and making some frosting from scratch.
Which was why Klaus found her her third bowl of icing, adding another color to use on the cake, and powdered sugar smeared along her face and covering the kitchen table. "I wasn't aware that we were currently at war with a sugar factory," Klaus commented, brow arched as he took in her appearance, the fact that she was only wearing one of his shirts not at all lost on him.
Caroline dipped her finger into the red icing and brought it up to her mouth, tilting her head to the side as she slowly licked it off before shrugging. "I was hungry and you weren't here."
His eyes darkened at that and she smirked, swatting away his hands when he tried to pull her close to him. "Nuh uh, sorry. I've got ten minutes until the cake is finally cool enough to put frosting on it and I have plans." She headed back toward the pantry, certain that they had some gummies that she could add on as decorations.
It never went well for him if he tried to distract her from her plans but it seemed that Klaus had forgotten that if his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against him was any indication. He kissed her neck and Caroline stomped her foot, refusing to get pulled away from her cooking exploits. "I'm sure we can find something to do to entertain ourselves during those ten minutes," Klaus offered and Caroline turned in his arms, shoving the bag of gummy bears into his chest.
"You can sort all of these by color while I start making tiny little icing flowers!" Caroline slipped away from him and practically skipped toward the drawer that had her icing tools in it.
Klaus stared down at the bag of gummies in his hand and sighed.
He really needed to put an end to meetings at night.
