A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus and Caroline are best friends, and Klaus tells her how he feels before they go off to college.
2. Domme!Caroline. Sub!Klaus. Enzo walks in and it's awkward (until he watches). Smut.
3. Caroline, Rebekah, Klaus, and Kol make a bet: Who can make Elijah lose his composure first? Background Klaroline.


Writing Prompt for your summer program thing: Klaus and Caroline grow up next door neighbors. They've been best friends forever but it's the summer before they go off to college and Klaus doesn't want to miss the chance to tell her how he REALLY feels about her.


As far as he could remember, in retrospect he hadn't exactly been on board with that whole moving to America thing, even though it was, to date, the only good decision he could ever remember his father making.

He was six when they packed their bags and left London because his father had some sort of promotion, and other than going back to visit their relatives once every two or three years, they'd never gone back.

He remembered walking up to their new house and staring at it with a six-year-old's critical eye wondering why on earth they'd want to live somewhere so boring.

And sunny.

That afternoon, a woman in a Sheriff's uniform came to the door with a pie, a little blonde girl hiding behind her legs, her face darting out before she walked straight up to him and offered her hand.

"I'm Caroline."

He could still remember that moment perfectly. The little girl staring expectantly at him in a bright pink sweater with a hummingbird on it and jeans, her hand outstretched, before her face fell from its bright smile.

"You're not very polite are you?"

He shrugged, thrusting his hands in his pockets of his hand-me-down jeans and looking away, not answering.

He didn't remember much after that. He could recall glimpses of struggling to follow the 'You Can't Say You Can't Play' rule when interacting with Tyler Lockwood while she gave him the best version of a disdainful expression a six-year-old could manage, as well as the eventual evolution from immature name-calling to even more immature crayon-stealing and pencil-rearranging (the first, surprisingly enough, featured Caroline as the perpetrator), before they eventually fell into an awkward friendship born out of Klaus's oldest sister Freya being a convenient babysitter and Liz's complete inability to tolerate anything other than working.

They went to art camp together when they were eight, resulting in some rather good paintings from him (for an eight year old) and some rather disastrously lumpy pottery from Caroline, but she also made them friendship bracelets.

At the time, he'd mostly taken it to keep her from bothering him about it (never putting it on), carelessly sticking it in his desk drawer when he'd arrived home and forgetting about it. However, he'd been cleaning out his desk at home so that Henrik could inherit it after Klaus left for college that fall, and he'd found it buried in the back of the desk drawer. He could hear Caroline's voice in his mind proclaiming excitedly that it's the universe telling you something, Klaus!

Frankly he didn't quite believe that the universe would tell him anything by making him find a friendship bracelet in the desk he was cleaning that had been laying there for a decade, but for some reason, it did bolster his nerve just a bit.

He'd woken up the majority of the summer deciding that today was the day he'd tell Caroline that he liked her. He'd gone to bed the majority of the summer kicking himself because he just couldn't do it.

But it was now or never, really, since he was leaving in a week and her the week after. He knew better than to ask himself what could possibly go wrong, but he couldn't help but feel like it was time. It wasn't like she would laugh at him, and if it went wrong, he'd have a whole semester to get over her and his embarrassment before he came back to Mystic Falls for winter break and had to face her again.

It didn't make it any less nerve-wracking.

He finished cleaning out his desk without really thinking about it, instead mentally scripting what he was going to say. When he finished an hour later, he still felt like he hadn't adequately prepared himself, but then again, there really wasn't a way to adequately prepare yourself for telling your best friend you liked her.

Deciding that it was useless to put it off any longer, he sent Caroline a text asking her to come over, receiving an almost immediate reply, and slumped down on his bed to wait. She could let herself in.

He spent the entire time waiting for her muttering to himself, trying out different ways of telling her to make sure he wouldn't get tongue tied, and about ten minutes later Caroline walked in and wrinkled her nose. "Your room is a mess."

"I was cleaning out my desk."

"Well you weren't doing a very good job," she said bluntly. "I mean, you definitely emptied it, but in no universe would I call this clean."

"Sorry?" he half-asked.

She shrugged, stepping carefully over the detritus covering his bedroom floor (well, shewould call it detritus, it was more like broken pencils, stale candy, and the occasional loose paper), and sinking down on his bed, turning to sit cross-legged in front of him.

"You said you wanted to talk. What's up?"

She wore the same expectant look on her face as the one she'd shot him on his doorstep when they'd met, and he couldn't help but smile at how little had changed.

"What?"

"Nothing, love."

"Well obviously it's not nothing or you wouldn't have interrupted my netflix time. What's going on?"

He had probably come up with a hundred different ways to tell Caroline in the last hour alone, and not a single one of them was what came out of his mouth.

"I fancy you."

"I know," she said.

"You know?"

"You were saying it over and over for about thirty seconds before you noticed me come in."

"Oh," he said shortly,

He suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable, wanting to know but also not wanting to ask whether she liked him back because it felt just a bit too desperate for his taste, but it wasn't like he could make his escape (why had he invited her to his house again?), and she just watched him for a minute before rolling her eyes.

"So…are you going to kiss me, or what? Because if I have wasted the last five years of my life making you sit through romcoms, I'm going to–"

He kissed her.


Klaus is a sub and someone walks in but klaus hides which makes Dom Caroline very upset with him ;)


She bit her lip, trying to sort out the recent problems they'd had with the minion Klaus had appointed to run the supernatural population of New York planning an uprising. They'd made a lot of progress in the past fifty years, taking over the supernatural world bit by bit and convincing the population of North and South America to look at Klaus as their leader and King. Their vast kingdom was a well-oiled machine now, with appointed leaders for each sector loyal to them.

Klaus was well-known as a harsh but fair ruler, his Queen providing the needed softness to maintain their subjects' loyalty.

If only they knew what happened behind closed doors.

She looked up as someone knocked on her door, checking the clock on her desk and bidding her guest to enter, her lips curling at the edges as Klaus entered, immediately undressing when the door closed behind him, folding his clothes and leaving them neatly in a pile by the door before dropping to his knees.

Caroline pushed back from her desk, standing up to move to the couch by the wall, her heels clicking against the floor, smiling when he crawled to her, settling between her legs and reaching to slide her thong away, setting it beside him.

She sighed contentedly as Klaus's tongue ran up her slit, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held his face between her thighs. "Yes, right there," she moaned, throwing her head back to rest against the cushion of the couch, humming in contentment when Klaus's hands rubbed her hips under the skirt bunched around her waist, pulling her pussy closer to his face and allowing her legs to drape around his shoulders.

Her breasts heaved with her harsh breaths, her blouse's top few buttons straining against the fabric. "You feel so good against me, Klaus. I love seeing you like this, knelt naked in front of me with your head buried between my thighs. What would your empire say if they saw you? The King of the Supernatural submitting to his Queen? The most powerful man in the world kneeling at my feet, eagerly pleasuring your mistress?"

He moaned in response, his tongue swirling around her clit, and she sighed softly, rolling her hips against his face. "Such a good boy for me."

He sucked lightly on her clit, his hand moving to stroke her inner thigh, and he stiffened suddenly, pulling away.

"What are you doing?" she asked, annoyed.

She'd been so close…

Then she heard it too, the footsteps approaching her office after she'd told everyone to clear away. Klaus was dressed in only a few seconds, standing up completely against the wall near her desk, wiping her juices from his face, and she raised an eyebrow at him as the intruder knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Enzo poked his head around the door, frowning when he saw Klaus in the room.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked, his eyes darting to her lace thong lying innocently by the couch.

"Yes, actually," Caroline said a bit irritably. "What's so important?"

"Just some news about New York. It can wait if you're busy."

Caroline's lips curled as she shot a glance at Klaus before turning back to Enzo. "No. Take a seat. You can wait until we're done," she said softly, gesturing to the chair behind her desk, shooting a questioning look at Klaus, who looked mildly torn before nodding.

They'd discussed their shared fantasy of having someone watch, and both had been willing to try it, though they hadn't had the opportunity quite yet. However, this seemed like a good opportunity to try it. Caroline turned back to Enzo. "Do you want to watch?"

He looked a bit surprised before nodding.

"Nothing leaves the room," Caroline warned quietly.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good," Caroline said, turning back to Klaus and walking slowly to him, trailing a finger down his cheek, making him stiffen. "That was rather rude of you, wasn't it?"

"My apologies, Mistress," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"My apologies, Mistress," he repeated, his voice a bit louder and more clear.

"For?" Caroline prompted.

"For stopping without permission, redressing without permission, and standing without permission," he recited.

"Well, at least you know what rules you broke, I suppose," she said quietly, turning away and walking back to the couch, settling herself on the cushions before narrowing her eyes. "What are you waiting for? Undress and come here."

She glanced at Enzo as Klaus undressed and folded his clothes, who looked a bit surprised at the direction things were going, but adjusted his pants, the bulge of his erection noticeable under the fabric.

She looked back at Klaus who was crawling to her, settling back between her legs. "I want your mouth on me, Klaus. Now."

He obliged, swirling his tongue around her entrance before lightly flicking her clit, his fingers moving to push inside her, his fingertips stroking her walls. "Good boy," she said quietly, slinging her legs over his shoulders and pushing his face harshly against her core. "Do you like being watched? Having someone watch you pleasuring me on your knees? I can see how hard you are for me, Klaus. I might have let you come if you hadn't disobeyed, but now I'm not sure you deserve it."

His tongue and fingers sped up, stroking her wonderfully in all of her sweet spots, making her rub her pussy harder against his face, coating his skin with her juices. "You really want me to let you come, don't you? You're trying so hard to please your mistress hoping that I'll indulge you."

She heard Enzo groan and smirked, knowing that he was stroking himself to the sight.

"Do you hear that, Klaus? Enzo's pleasuring himself watching you serve your mistress. Do you like being on display like this? Having someone watch as you submit to me? I like it. I like knowing that there's someone watching you follow my orders."

She felt herself approach the edge, her breaths becoming more ragged. She glanced at Enzo, his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself, his eyes dark as he watched them. "Make me come," she ordered, her voice rough with arousal.

He removed his fingers, resting them against her thighs, her wetness slick against her skin, and his tongue swiped perfectly over her clit. She moaned, rolling her hips, and she felt the tension snap, her pussy clenching as she rubbed herself against him, riding his lips through her orgasm. She came down from her high, breathing hard, and watched as Enzo came on his hand, her breathing just as shallow as hers.

She looked down at Klaus, who pulled away, licking his lips, and smirked. "Touch yourself for me."

He moved his hand down to stroke himself, his eyelids fluttering closed as he groaned. She drank the sight in, Klaus on his knees for her as he touched himself, and grabbed his hand when it became clear that he was about to come, pulling it away. "Come. Sit," she ordered as she got up, sitting back in her office chair and turning to Enzo, who was sitting on the other side of the desk.

Klaus settled next to her on his knees, his gaze lowered as she discussed the latest news with a somewhat shell-shocked Enzo as though nothing had happened, dismissing him a few minutes later and turning to Klaus. "Wait quietly for me to finish my work and I might let you come if you're good, okay?" she suggested quietly, running her fingers through his curls and grinning as he leaned into her touch.

"Yes, Mistress."


Kol, Caroline, Klaus and Rebekah compete to see who can most ruffle Elijah's perfect composure. Background Klaroline.


"It's so unnatural, though," Caroline whispered to Rebekah, as though that would make it completely impossible for Elijah to hear from the other end of the room. "No one should always look that put-together."

"We're unnatural by definition," Rebekah stage-whispered back. "But you're correct, Elijah tends to exceed expectations in everything, including unnaturalness."

"You do know that I am able to hear you, yes?" Elijah asked irritably, not looking up from his book.

"Yes," Rebekah said cheerfully.

"We'll go to the other room," Caroline said, grabbing Rebekah's hand and pulling her across the house where Elijah wouldn't be able to hear. "I have an idea."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow.

"I think we should make a bet on who can make Elijah lose his composure first."

"Winner gets?"

"A favor to be decided at a later date."

"Do you mean sexual favors?" Kol asked, poking his head around the archway to the hall. "Obviously not from you, sister, but I wouldn't mind a night alone with my brother's gir–"

Kol fell to the floor, neck snapped, and Klaus stepped over his brother calmly. "Sorry, love."

"Don't apologize for Kol's behavior."

"Well, if we don't, no one will," Rebekah said, rolling her eyes before turning to her brother. "Does this mean that you're in too?"

"Obviously. I suppose Kol must be as well. So, to clarify, winner gets a favor each from the three losers?"

"Within reason," Caroline was quick to add, making him smirk.

"Anything I ask of you would be most pleasurable, I assure you."

"Leaving now," Rebekah interrupted, stepping over Kol and striding out of the room, slapping her hands over her ears.

"Sorry. Bit dramatic, that one."

"Family trait, I think," Caroline said, fighting down a small smile. "Ready to lose?"

"I won't lose. However, out of curiosity, what would be the favor you would ask of me if I theoretically were to lose?"

She just fought down a smile and didn't answer, nudging Kol's body with her foot as she left.

XXX

Klaus had known Elijah for 1074 years (two longer than Kol and four longer than Rebekah). He knew exactly what made his brother tick, and he intended to use it to win the bet. His siblings both had a reasonably good chance to succeed (Kol more than Rebekah), but he was looking forward to beating Caroline the most.

The favor from his siblings was irrelevant. He didn't even know what he'd ask of them. However, the opportunity to have Caroline splayed before him on the table in his studio letting him use her skin for a canvas before he made her come and painted her, flushed, mussed, and bright-eyed…

Well, it would be worth attracting Elijah's ire.

He approached his brother's closet, alert for any sound that might indicate his brother was returning from his time away from home.

Elijah's closet was rather terrifying at first glance, if only for the unnatural amount of organization (to a level that even Caroline would scoff at). Vacuum-sealed plastic bags populated the wall, each containing a perfectly pressed dress shirt, tie, and a matching pocket square (or, as Caroline would say, 'it doesn't match, it goes'). The bags were arranged by the style of tie, first by color and then by pattern. His suits were all perfectly pressed on hangers, organized by brand.

Contrary to what Caroline seemed to initially believe, Klaus's fashion sense was not spectacular. There was a reason that all of his shirts were the same size and style (with the varied color palette of black, grey, and navy). He owned three of the same pair of boots, and all of his jeans were the same brand with different washes. Rebekah often commented in a long-suffering tone that a thousand years had given him only a basic idea of what 'fit' meant (and occasionally Caroline would nod in agreement when she thought he wasn't looking).

All of the dresses he'd given Caroline had been custom-made using the measurements from his sister's old dresses with the instruction to add an inch in the hip and waist.

Either way, Caroline had caught on a few years into their relationship, and she had started "thoughtfully" setting out ties and shirts that matched if they had to go somewhere nice. Klaus threw all of the (admittedly small amount of) information he'd managed to glean from her constant intervention to prevent potential fashion catastrophes out the window, pulled the vacuum sealer from the top shelf, began to unseal each bag, pulling out all the ties and pocket squares, randomly combining them to ensure they'd clash, and then stuffing them rather haphazardly back into a random bag.

Once that was done, he hung them all up, making sure no ties adjacent to each other had a similar color palette, quickly rearranged the suit pieces to mix the colors and brands, and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Elijah would have a conniption (if vampires could have such things).

XXX

Rebekah eyed the shelves critically, trying to figure out the best way to reorganize (or perhaps a better word would be 'disorganize') the library. They were currently simply organized by author, and secondarily by title. Elijah didn't organize simply because he liked organizing things. He liked to be able to find what he wanted to find as quickly as possible with a minimum of fuss and was willing to put in the extra five seconds to replace things where they belonged to maintain the system.

Therefore, the goal with this was to make it impossible to find anything, rather than making the shelves visually displeasing.

Perhaps that was the trick.

She pulled the books off of the shelves and put them in piles by color before reshelving them in "rainbow order." It would bother Elijah on a fundamental level to pull the books out of color order to be able to reshelve them, but at the same time, he would not be able to find anything unless he remembered the color of the cover.

She made sure to organize the books by shade as well, and while she did so, she mentally constructed her list of demands (or 'favors')(but really, no one was kidding themselves, they were demands). She would exile Kol from her room. And the home theatre. Perhaps the house. She didn't care as long as he wasn't going to annoy her constantly (though she would admit that she missed it once he'd died that one time in Mystic Falls).

Caroline would receive an entirely new wardrobe with no complaint whatsoever. Her practically-sister-in-law's style left much to be desired. She was still stuck in her small-town mentality, despite her better-than-average fashion sense considering that was where she'd come from.

From Nik? No killing her boyfriends. Ever again. No death. She'd forbid it.

She couldn't help but step back and admire her work for a moment or two to drink in the beauty of the colors and the absolute randomness of the titles and authors.

She couldn't wait to see his face.

XXX

Kol had been fascinated with the modern technology ever since he'd been so kindly undaggered in Mystic Falls (and promptly sent halfway across the country). He had learned to use the internet (which he enjoyed referring to as "The Google" in order to make Caroline cringe), and his laptop was balanced on the desk as he followed the directions to wire the room to play a song very loudly without Elijah being able to ascertain the source of the sound.

He had no idea how a snake became a DJ (though he knew exactly what a DJ was thanks to The Google), or what the "what" was that said DJ and Lil Jon were "turning down" for, but Rebekah had forced him to watch a video involving kittens tracking a laser pointer in time with the song playing, and it was the sort of sound that he doubted Elijah would appreciate (though his sister and Caroline seemed to enjoy engaging in what the modern young adult considered to be "dancing" with that song style, especially after a bottle or two of tequila and usually sans-shoes).

He carefully hooked a wire behind the bookshelf against the wall of the study as he thought about what he wanted from the other three participants when he won. Rebekah would allow him to record his football games on the theatre room's DVR with the wall-sized flat screen rather than the living room's television, which, while still large, was still comparatively small.

From his brother, he wanted dagger immunity (preferably forever, but he'd settle for a century). No dagger threats, no actual daggerings, no daggers. None.

Honestly, his favor from Caroline would probably be aimed more at annoying his brother than annoying her, and would probably involve some sort of scantily clad outfit (something she'd most likely comply with while laughing and rolling her eyes while his brother's head exploded in anger).

He was looking forward to it.

XXX

Caroline smiled to herself as she heard the rustling going on from all the other edges of the house. The agreement was who could make Elijah lose his composure first, and she was counting on that little part of it.

She smirked to herself, already planning the favors for the others. She wanted a shopping trip with Rebekah that involved no snarky comments, but included actual fashion advice. Kol would restrain himself from interrupting her and Klaus while they were doing coupley activities (both sexual and otherwise).

And Klaus?

She tried not to get lost in a fantasy of his cock filling her from behind. He'd been a bit hesitant about anal sex, mumbling something about wolf instincts and changing the subject whenever she brought it up (which was strange for him, considering how enthusiastic he was about literally everything else), but she wanted it.

She inspected her nails which, like the rest of her skin and clothes, were caked in mud, before running them through her hair again to ensure that clumps of dirt stuck to her blonde locks. She heard Elijah's car pull into the drive and the click of his shoes as he walked up the pathway.

As soon as Elijah walked through the door, a mud-covered and incredibly dirty Caroline attacked him.

With a hug.

The siblings all rushed down the stairs when they heard his scream, and Rebekah threw herself to the side to avoid Elijah's mad dash for his bathroom. They heard the shower running a moment later.

"I win!" Caroline announced cheerfully, flexing her dirt covered nails. "I'm going to go take a shower. Oh, and Klaus? Could you wait for me in our room? I want to fill you in on what I want from you."

"I'm sure that I can guess, love."

She smirked and pecked him on the lips, sauntering away.

"How did she manage to beat us all when we've known Elijah for our entire lives?" Kol asked slowly.

"Technicalities," Klaus said, smirking.

If Caroline was going to win by taking advantage of the fine print of their bet, he was simply going to bask in his Queen's genius.

A moment later, the three Original siblings cringed as Elijah walked back down the stairs, adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket. "Who reorganized my closet?" he asked tightly.

Rebekah and Kol pointed at Klaus in tandem, who rolled his eyes before meeting his brother's gaze.

"Second place," Elijah said, his lips quirking before chuckling at Rebekah and Kol's simultaneous huffs of indignation. "I do possess a sense of humor," he said dryly.


A/N: ANNOUNCEMENT: As of now (July 31st, 2015), I am taking drabble prompts again.

HOWEVER, a few things for you to take note of:

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3. There is a list of things I won't write on my FAQ, as well as some general information about my drabbles (and other stories). There are always exceptions, and you can submit it just in case I take it, but I might reply saying that I won't write it.
4. I reserve the right to not write every prompt I get.
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