Author's note: These were created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event.

Prompt: The Witching Hour

Warning: Dark Klaus


"If you keep dawdling as you jump over the flames, you'll singe more than just your skirts."

Caroline rolled her eyes at Katherine's brashness. She tossed another handful of blessing seeds over the flames, already loosening her bodice and kicking off her thin leather shoes. As the brisk autumn breeze made her bare flesh prickle, she warned her friend, "And if the fire scorches my ass, I'll make you rub it with salve." Pure nonsense her leaps were perfect.

"Focus, sisters," Bonnie grumbled, waving the birch rod over the smoke as she began to chant. It was a common ritual the coven performed, asking the gods to bless their village with abundant crops, fertile livestock, and able-bodied people. But their gifts must remain hidden, for their people were a superstitious lot, and the burnings had begun once more. Accusations always followed a sickness in the village or a drought that lingered too long; whatever ills befell the town, its people immediately assumed a witch's curse was to blame.

Until now. Lords Klaus and Kol Mikaelson had come to their village, with their hollow smiles and cold eyes, whispering foul lies of bedevilment into the ears of the council elders. Soon, suspicion dogged the steps of the innocent. Many were burned with little more than the ramblings of a half-wit.

And all the while, the lords ingratiated themselves to the leaders with their silver tongues, amassing influence with ease. They were beautiful to behold and seemed to have maidens and matrons alike under their thrall. Lord Klaus practiced his charms on Caroline, his dimples cutting deeply as he engaged her in pleasantries about the fair skies and bountiful crops. He sought her out at the market, tempting her with fine bolts of lace and sumptuous fabrics.

"Cornflower blue to match your eyes," Lord Klaus entreated, lightly caressing the costly fabric in an innocent manner that somehow was indecent all the same.

Caroline brushed past him, stubbornly ignoring the icy fear that plucked at her heart. Lord Klaus and his brother felt wrong. She knew it in a way that couldn't be measured, but she trusted her instincts. "I've no use for such fine garments, Lord Klaus," she said briskly, swinging her large basket in front of her just as he attempted to move closer. "Your fortune is better spent on a maiden more appreciative of your efforts."

"Perhaps, but I suspect you, clever maiden, are well worth my efforts."

Katherine suddenly thumped the soft earth with her bare foot, alerting them to danger. She'd always had the keenest hearing, and Caroline and Bonnie quickly joined hands with her, allowing the moonlight to sink into their naked flesh as they called on the witching hour. Bones fused and snapped with barely a whisper, as woman and beast's natures stirred within. Slipping their skin, they scurried off into the underbrush just as heavy footsteps broke the fragile peace of the forest.

"It's just as we feared; witches cavorting with demons!"

"They fly on their broomsticks and steal the breath of our children!"

"Old hags withering crops with their dark magic!"

A small group of angry villagers stomped through the clearing, the flames of the bonfire illuminating the fear on their faces. Lords Klaus and Kol trailed behind at a more leisurely pace, hands casually clasped behind their backs as they studied the remains of their ritual and discarded clothing with obvious interest. In this form, Caroline's senses were heightened, and she froze as the prey animal within recognized the danger. Lords Klaus and Kol were predators.

It wasn't the first time villagers had stumbled upon one of their ritual sites, and the women escaped yet again, but the knowing smiles of Lords Klaus and Kol served as a warning. The villagers suspected, but the lords knew. Bonnie helped Caroline carry the buckets for the daily wash; the water spilled over one edge from their trembling fingers. "We must take care, sister," Bonnie murmured, her dark eyes conveying all that she didn't dare speak.

The women were doubly vexed because the elders had decreed the annual rabbit hunt would commence that evening — months earlier than was their people's tradition. Caroline and her sisters wouldn't have time to prepare the usual protections. This was the lords' doing. But to what purpose?

"How many pelts shall I bring you, Mistress Caroline?"

Lord Klaus dropped the whispered words in her ear, startling her from her troubled thoughts. Paying him no mind, she quickly scanned the bustling village square, relieved when she spied Bonnie and Katherine nearby. She subtly tapped the ground with her foot, and they briefly froze, trading wary glances. They continued their idle chatter as they hung the linens, but were mindful of Lord Kol skulking in the shadows. Watching. Always watching.

Despite her growing unease, Caroline didn't blunt her sharp tongue as she mused, "You boast a hunting prowess that has yet to be seen, Lord Klaus. The rabbits of this forest are fleet of foot."

"It's also been said that these rabbits are quite...clever." Lord Klaus leaned close; his cold eyes twinkling with malice. "I suspect the hunt will be especially thrilling this year."


Author's note: Special thanks to eliliyah for lending her expertise regarding the kink community!

Prompt: Slutty costume


"Hello, 911? I'd like to report an intruder in my home. Yes, please send the police, but feel free to let them know there's no rush." Caroline hung up her phone, cheerfully humming as she used her riding crop to playfully tap the sweaty head of the would-be thief. He seemed to be mumbling a string of curses, but he was gagged with a jumbo prostate massager, so he wasn't able to enunciate properly.

She probably should've been more disturbed by what had happened — that enormous hunting knife he'd waved in her face when he first broke in made her heart pound, but when she saw he'd snatched up her Golden Cock Award, she was furious rather than scared and her training took over. Caroline had to bite back a laugh as she observed him handcuffed to the spanking bench. She hadn't bothered to insert the knee pads, and he was wriggling like a worm on a hot sidewalk. Good.

When her door burst open, they both jumped, although she relaxed slightly as she realized it was the police. Very slightly. And then she immediately freaked out.

Caroline could admit to herself she'd often fantasized about Klaus in her home wearing his police uniform, but definitely not like this. (Do police fix broken doors? Was there a carpentry department?) She'd carried on a mild flirtation with her neighbor while taking out the trash or getting the mail, but she'd never pressed for anything more with Klaus because she'd tried dating people who weren't in the kink community and it hadn't ended well.

"Caroline? Are you alright," Klaus asked gravely, a second police officer crossing the threshold behind him.

She nodded, noticing the way he studied the living room, taking in every detail. Fuck. Klaus thought she was a teacher. And she'd handcuffed an intruder to her spanking bench. "Yes, I'm fine. I told 911 I had it handled and there was no reason for you guys to rush over, but I guess the operator got panicked."

Klaus and the other police officer seemed baffled by her words, and her own distaste for awkward silences made her ramble. "I was just watching TV and suddenly this jackass was in my living room, taking my stuff. Then, I um..." she trailed off in embarrassment, not entirely sure how to explain that she used her special skillset to subdue the assailant.

"I thought you were a teacher." Klaus looked even more surprised by his outburst than Caroline did.

She shrugged, doing her best to seem nonchalant as she explained, "I am. You just never asked what kind." At the officers' dubious expressions, she added, "I'm a dominatrix, or Pro-Domme. I also teach various BDSM-related classes like power dynamics, safety, and contractual negotiations between play partners."

The dark-haired officer blurted out, "Are you sure? I mean, I thought you'd be wearing—"

"A slutty costume," she supplied helpfully. Rolling her eyes, Caroline told them, "I guess it's like when you're a kid and you'd see your teacher outside of school and it seemed weird because you didn't associate them with having a life outside of school." At his reluctant nod, she huffed, "Seriously?! I don't live in my knee-high boots — I have flat feet!"

Before she could stop herself, she gave a quick shimmy, adding cheerfully, "And those leather corsets don't let my girls breathe!"

The intruder emitted a frustrated, garbled noise, seemingly reminding the officers he was in the room, and Klaus cleared his throat, nodding to his partner, "Enzo, go, uh, check on the suspect."

Klaus' face was unreadable, which irritated Caroline to no end — her livelihood depended on her ability to sense emotions and shifts in mood. She crossed her arms defensively. The simple jeans and baggy cable knit she wore made her feel vulnerable. For a frank discussion about her role in the kink community, she preferred the soothing armor of her Pro-Domme outfits. In them, she was invincible. She was Mistress Control. Fuck it.

She steeled herself and said, "Because of my um...work, I know about pressure points, kinesiology and self-defense. I caught him across the brachial plexus with the sterling Ben-Wa balls, and then brought them down on his tibialis anterior muscle. He came at me with that hunting knife, but his aim was off and he accidentally plunged it in the cock trap mounted on the credenza over there, and I can't recall where I stashed the key, so he's not getting it back anytime soon."

The stunned silence from Klaus and Enzo concerned Caroline; however, she noticed Enzo kept coughing, and realized it was because he was trying to cover up laughter. Klaus didn't seem to be faring much better as his dimples deepened with the corners of his lips twitching. "That's...impressive," Klaus finally said, gray eyes twinkling as he glanced at the intruder who'd flushed in embarrassment during Caroline's recap of what happened.

Intrigued, Enzo kept flicking the sparkly, ribbed edge sticking out of the corner of the would-be thief's impromptu gag, and Klaus said with an aggravated sigh, "Enzo, stop fondling the anal plug. This report is going to be colorful enough without your usual nonsense." After Enzo retrieved the key to the restraints on the spanking bench, he led the bruised and limping intruder away, favoring Caroline with a cheeky high-five.

"Actually, it's a prostate massager. All of my anal plugs are in the dishwasher," Caroline told Klaus with an impish wink. "It's important to stay clean while you're getting dirty."

From the seductive look he gave her, it seemed like Klaus knew quite a bit about getting dirty.