Anonymous asked: Hi I have a propt for u if u want , I just want to read a kc fic where caroline is a badass but mature and she puts hayley in her place and gives klaus shit for sleeping w her but not the whole baby thing she is not pregnant more like a alpha wannabe write it IF u want and like the idea if u dont want is ok thank u , tho its just my first birthday alone and I want sth special its kinda selfish but pls write even sth small ill be grateful thanks.

Elijah poured himself another cup of tea, politely ignoring the crash of furniture coming from upstairs. "Miss Forbes," he offered, holding the kettle toward her.

Too busy poring over the textbook open beside her breakfast, Caroline gave a small grin of apology without looking at him. "I'm more of a coffee girl, thanks."

Glass shattered somewhere above them. "Perhaps some blood, then? I believe it will be a trying day. Best keep up your strength."

"I appreciate the concern, but I think I could pass a freshman bio test while hallucinating from a wolf bite. I'll be fine."

He arched a brow, barely stifling his amusement. "I meant—"

Sighing, she finally met his intent gaze with exasperation. "I know what you meant, I just don't have time to indulge his mood swings. Part of the deal of me living here is that I get to maintain a normal college experience, regardless of whatever world domination he has in mind." Another crash of splintered wood broke her train of though, and she grimaced at the ceiling. "Or when things don't go to plan. Why do vampires even keep wood in the house? Sure, you guys can't exactly die as easily, but it seems impractical."

"Noted," Elijah said, just as Hayley stomped into the dining room and helped herself to the spread they'd barely touched. As she bit into a scone, he offered her a cup of tea as well with a concerned eye to her visible pregnancy. "I assume the meeting didn't go well."

"Your brother is an ass," she snapped, frustrated. "Apparently, marrying the father of my child is an affront to his ego."

Caroline groaned, slamming her book shut. "Oh, please. I'm as tired of his power trips as the next person, but we all know you and Jackson getting hitched bolsters your claim to lead the pack. Kind of goes against the agreement to live and let live without declaring a winner to the alpha war you guys are having, don't you think?"

Hayley rolled her eyes. "Of course, you'd take his side."

Glaring at the ceiling again, she forced her fangs to stay tucked away. "I'm so tired of this damn town. How's anyone supposed to study when everyone is bickering over fake hierarchies?" With her enhanced hearing, she caught the offended huff coming from the studio. Letting out a slow breath, she gave her best fake smile to Hayley, then a more aggrieved expression to Elijah. "Please excuse me, I have a hybrid to admonish for petty disruptions."

When she made it up to his studio, however, she was the one with her back pressed to the door. "A petty disruption, am I?" Klaus asked, his lips a distracting inch from hers as he pushed into her space. "Pray tell, sweetheart, the sins for which I need admonishment."

With a sharp grin, her hand dug into his hair and tugged, baring his throat to her teeth. "I have a test in two hours and no patience for your tantrums over Hayley." Her fangs tested the edge of his jaw, and she mused, "Unless it's not about the pack at all."

Klaus pulled back at that, brows knit as his eyes couldn't leave her mouth. "Caroline—"

"You're not just acting out of jealousy, are you?" she asked, trailing her lips up to his ear. "Did you want to be the one to knock her up, claim their little wolf dynasty for your own?" She shoved him back then, her stare hard as he glared. Worse, he looked a bit scared. A bit of tough love was in order, but she didn't mean to make him question her. Speaking more gently, she leaned back against the door to show she wasn't leaving anytime soon. "I get it, it sucks that New Orleans and all the vampires, witches, and wolves won't fall in line behind you."

"They're not even trying," he complained, running a hand through his mussed hair. "And now, she—"

"Hey." Putting her hand up, Caroline refused to up with the pity party any longer. "You're the one who told her about the Crescent pack and its likely connection to her, which you noticed at time she clearly didn't bother you so much." They both winced at the reminder of his tryst with the wolf, a past that couldn't be buried back in Mystic Falls as easily as they'd like. "You break it, you buy it, and all that. Can't we just…move on with our lives? Maybe have some fun while we're at it? Without the supernatural warfare, preferably."

His head tilted to the side, and she saw the predatory glint in his eyes half a second too late. Before she could argue, he lifted her into his arms and had her pressed against the door once more. "Now," he said, his voice low through his fangs as he brushed his nose along hers, "where's the fun in that?"

She kissed him with bruising force, tugging his lip with her own fangs. "You have one hour," she warned, working his shirt out of his jeans. She tore it, though, at his challenging expression. "I mean it, Klaus, or else I will find somewhere else to live. Someplace with fewer distractions." Her nails dug into his sides to emphasize her point. "My study schedule has been ruined enough."

"Not quite," he smirked, "but an hour will have to do."

"For the time being," she agreed, laughing when he lifted her back into his arms to carry her toward the lone sofa not destroyed.