AN: Mini drabbles I wrote for the writing meme on tumblr. Short and sweet - mostly ;)

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1. klaroline+ "things you said I wasn't meant to hear"

Klaus can hear rustling and faint voices from outside the coffin. It's all muffled, as if coming from a great distance.

His body is burning - dry, bloodless, lifeless. He has lost a sense of time and place so long ago. He has been lost in silence for what seems like eternity and now, these strange noises are like feast, feeding his starved senses.

The wood croaks and then a loud thump follows, his tiny prison shattering in a violent collision with a surface of some sort.

"Hey! Watch it, Enzo!"

An angry voice.

Her voice.

A symphony. A radiant melody. A hummingbird's song.

The vibrant tones of that voice tempt his weary mind back to life.

Then there's this other voice, smug and annoying.

"What's the matter, Gorgeous, afraid I'll damage your precious cargo?"

"No!" A sigh. "Yes. Just be careful, we don't know what they've done to him exactly."

"See now, Gorgeous, it's almost like you care." It's that other pesky sound again.

Gorgeous?! Only Klaus can call her endearments. And she's far more than gorgeous. What kind of peasant came up with that?

"Cut the crap, Enzo, you know I do care. Otherwise you wouldn't agree to help me. Of course the minute I decided to show up at his door and ask him to show me the world, like the jerk predicted, he would get himself desiccated. It's just my luck."

There's some more squabbling but the hybrid's eardrums refuse to listen. They only want to hear that one voice.

He feels this long forgotten warmth, a sunlight, perhaps? And there is something nudging at his mouth, liquid pouring over, rich and intoxicating…blood. A faint touch of smooth skin across his jaw, maybe a hand cupping his cheek.

"Come on, Klaus. I need you to wake up. You promised me, remember? To be my last love. How are you going to do that if you're rotting in some stinky coffin?"

He wants to smile but his muscles don't work, neither do his vocal chords. But then the blood circulates his system, slowly melting the sleep away just as her voice lulls him to open his eyes.

Klaus blinks as the light invades his eyes, sees the waves of blonde and the shine of her smile through the lashes.

Still, to his utter annoyance, he cannot let out a sound but hopes she knows what he would say.

You brought me back.

2. klaroline + "things you said when we were the happiest we ever were" and "things you said when we were on top of the world"

Somewhere in the Andes

They had been trekking for a painfully long time now and despite her vampire status, Caroline was pretty much over it already.

"Are we there yet?" she whined at Klaus' back.

"Patience, love. You said you wanted to do this, remember?" he peeked at her, that annoying smirk adorning his gorgeous mouth.

"I must've been in the post-orgasmic haze or something."

"I agree that's highly probable." He slowed down a bit, his hand resting on her lower back.

"Your modesty is astonishing," she drawled and then added, "Can't we just speed to the top?"

"It's not about the result, Caroline. It's about the journey," he said so smugly, she just had to punch him in the arm.

"Thank you for your wisdom, master Yoda. Figures, you're as old as him."

"I believe you've come to enjoy my…experience, sweetheart. But never mind that. We're here," Klaus whispered in her ear, sounding very pleased with himself. His lips lingered on her temple, leaving it with a soft caress of his kiss.

All the mild irritation flew out of Caroline's mind once she was presented with the view spreading before her. The raw beauty of the mountains colliding with their sharp edges, earth melting with the sky.

It was breathtaking. In fact, the only thing that had ever amazed her more was the man standing beside her, the one holding her hand.

Caroline was certain the moment couldn't be more beautiful but the nature proved her wrong. Among the whistles of the wind, a hummingbird's chitter echoed through the air. She could feel Klaus' hold tighten around her hand, his thumb rubbing against her wrist.

"It almost makes you sentimental, doesn't it?" he mused, caressing her with his gaze.

"It does. But it also reminds me how far we've come," she captures his lips in a slow sensual kiss, wondering just how much she feels at home, here, at the end of the world.

3. klaroline + "things you said when you were drunk"

Post 4x17 - Caroline drowns her sorrows after killing the witches

Caroline feels a shiver creep up her spine as the heat of his gaze rests on her back. It's always been like this. The way she could tell exactly when he entered the room, when he was close.

She's nowhere drunk enough for this. Damn her vampire healing.

"Throwing yourself a pity party, love?" The husky voice reverberates against her skin, making her toes curl.

Definitely not drunk enough.

"Go away," she grumbles, downing the rest of her drink.

"Careful, love. Even my benevolence towards you has its end," Klaus says, a dangerous glint flashing across his eyes.

"Benevolence? That's a funny word. And when were you so benevolent?" she slurs the word as she glares at him. "Maybe when you were going to let my friend die?"

"If I recall correctly, I did bury those witches for you. All twelve of them." He nods at the bartender to get him a drink as well. "Perhaps you should remember this the next time you call me out on my evilness."

"Yep, you're a real boy scout now. Stay away from the big bad me, I wouldn't want to corrupt you," Caroline snorts.

Klaus chuckles, leaning closer so that he hovers over her. It's menacing, the way every single cell in her body longs to gravitate towards him, his presence magnetic.

It takes every ounce of her will not to scoot closer, to breathe in his scent. But she's unable to stop the words coming out of her mouth.

"What do you want me to say, Klaus? That I was wrong? That I'm a hypocrite? They would kill her, Klaus. I can't say I regret it because that would mean I regret saving Bonnie's life. I don't. I would do it again in a heartbeat if I had to," she rambles, the alcohol flowing through her veins enabling her brutal honesty even more.

It looks like he's about to say something but no, she's not done with her drunken babbling.

"It's freaking hilarious, you know. Because you were right. We are the same. In a very twisted freaky way but we are," the blonde swings her arm as she speaks, almost knocking over his glass. Facing him, she holds his gaze, her eyes shadowed with conflict and doubt. "I'm so tired of pretending we're not. That I don't care," she whispers before her head falls onto the bar.

It's good thing she's busy mumbling under her nose as she doesn't notice Klaus' awestruck expression over her words. The hybrid listens to her breathing that's slowly evening out, his fingertips trailing along the smooth skin of her arm.

She's still asleep when he whooshes them to her bedroom, gently placing her on the bed and pulling the covers over her form. Klaus admires her silent beauty, remembering every line of her body to tuck it away safely in his memory.

She doesn't wake even when his lips skim over her cheek in a fleeting kiss, and as he jumps through the window into the night.

4. klaroline + "things you said after it was over"

Enough is enough.

Or so Caroline kept telling herself after round nine of getting her mind blown by Klaus.

She had truly never been more grateful for her vampire stamina.

Her head buried in the crook of his neck as they lay on the forest ground, Caroline decided all she wanted to do was stay like this for the night, snuggling to his warm chiseled body and breathing in his earthy scent.

She must have been still high on his blood.

Klaus groaned as she suddenly sprang to her feet, pushing against his chest with her hands.

"What's the hurry, love?" he purred, his voice smug with satisfaction.

Don't look at him, don't look at him, she thought over and over while frantically collecting her clothing, scattered between the trees.

Damn.

She looked at him.

And what a delicious sight that was.

His slightly muscled body spread on the ground, his hair mussed up by her fingers, leaves sticking out of it here and there. His eyes darkened with lust, raking over her appreciatively, inch by heavenly inch.

"It's over," Caroline mumbled, swiftly pulling on her top and jacket, then stuffing her bra into one of the pockets.

She liked that bra.

Okay, still totally worth it.

Something inexplicable glimmered in the hybrid's eyes, but for sure, it was dangerous. As he got up from the ground and sauntered over to where she was standing, his moves calculated, Caroline realized it was the Klaus everyone feared - except for her.

"It's over for now, Caroline." It was a menacing whisper in her ear, making her tremble from head to toes.

"You promised," she insisted, refusing to bow down.

"I did. But that's not the only thing I promised you, if you recall," Klaus countered, standing before her with complete disregard for his nudity.

Caroline wished she could ignore it that easily.

"But worry not, love, I will stay away from Mystic Falls," he said, gracefully slipping into his pants. Looking up to held her gaze, he added, his tone turning serious now, "Just remember that I'm always within your reach should you need me, Caroline. No matter what promises were made."

She just nodded, completely speechless. After shrugging on his shirt, Klaus inched towards her, capturing her mouth in long consuming kiss, their bodies melting together for a moment again. Leaning back, he feathered her eyes, cheeks and temples with his lips.

A goodbye.

"Oh, Caroline, it's not a goodbye." Oops, she'd said it out loud. "It's a see-you-soon."

5. klaroline + "things you said to her after she said my name"

This happens some time after the crossover when the spoilers of certain bartender's death prove to be true.

Full disclosure: haven't watched TO in ages (apart from CO) so I don't really know what Aurora is like.

"Clearly Cami's death has taught you nothing, my sweet love," Aurora's mocking voice reverberates across the room as she clearly revels in Klaus' shocked expression. "You see, you can bury me behind a wall of bricks but I always come back."

The hybrid's features quickly form into the mask of calm, his steady gaze piercing when he focuses on the red-head. "It seems your punishment was just as pointless, love. As you very well know, Camille has met her end. You have no leverage left now."

"Oh, I think I do," she drawls, a gleeful grin spreading on her face. "Caroline."

Her back crashes with the wall faster than she can blink.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Klaus growls, his hand gripping her by the neck.

Aurora is gasping for air, her throat crushed and her feet jerking a few inches above the floor. "I will get my revenge," she manages to croak, the last scraps of reason lost along with her beloved brother.

His smile is ghastly when Klaus attacks her neck, ripping the flesh apart with his fangs. He leans back, admiring the damage he's done and then darts forward, snarling in her ear, "I would love nothing more than to make you suffer for the next few centuries since you've dared to speak her name. Oh, the things I would do to you, my sweet love." His tone is mocking as his fingers sink into her chest and clench around her heart.

"Nik, please..." Aurora's eyes are filled with panic now, body writhing in a hopeless struggle.

"Sorry, love. This little game of ours was entertaining but I cannot risk her."

Klaus watches the life leave the red-head's eyes, her body slumping to the floor as he weighs the heart he's just ripped away in his hand.

Good, he thinks. New Orleans is ready for its Queen. His Queen.

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Kate ;)