A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline gets pregnant with a miracle baby. Klaus is happy. Caroline isn't.
2. Caroline has a job interview that goes a bit differently than she'd expected. Smut.
Enjoy!
-Angie
I'm going to request a drabble, if that's okay. Caroline gets pregnant with Klaus's child, and he takes care of her. Can include smut. Klaroline can be human or vampire, or mix of each. As long as it happens. Any era you choose; surprise me. :) I figured I'd start by asking for something soft and relatively sweet, and later maybe ask for something a bit more? :3 Love your writing. *hugs to you* - Black Pierrot (Namidaga Ochiru)
"No. No. This is not actually a thing, is it?" Caroline was shouting at the witch, who just sort of leaned back, trying to keep the irate vampire out of her personal space.
"Well, you do seem to be–"
"I am not carrying some magical werewolf-vampire-unicorn baby!" she snapped.
"There is no such thing as unicorns," Klaus corrected automatically, before flinching at her furious face.
"Yeah, well, until about three seconds ago we thought that you went sterile a bajillion years ago, so frankly at this point I'm pretty sure that the world is a giant fucking mystery to all of us."
"Sweetheart–"
"No! Just because your zombie sperm were resurrected and somehow managed to infect whichever–"
"Zombie sperm?"
"-of my eggs decided to exceed expectations and become a special fucking fertile snowflake–"
He mouthed 'special snowflake?' to the witch, but she just shrugged rather helplessly.
"-and make a goddamn miracle baby, does not mean you get to call me Sweetheart."
He opened his mouth to reply, but shut it as she continued speaking.
"And for the record, if our majestic bundle of rainbows decides that he wants to be a unicorn, you will let him, or I will stab–"
The witch gave him a 'you impregnated that?' look, and he returned with the evil eye.
"-you in your disappointingly unfossilized nutsack with a–"
"Love, please calm down."
He realized he had said completely the wrong thing when she swelled to her full height, making her practically nose to nose with him, her eyes narrowed in fury.
"Calm down? This is your fault. Just because my uterus somehow acquired the sixth sense does not mean that you get to shirk your fucking responsibility."
"Sixth sense?"
"My uterus sees dead people. Ugh, how the fuck have you even made it this far in life without seeing that movie? No, don't answer that," Caroline ranted irritably before practically throwing her suitcase in his face as she stalked up the stairs. "Look, I'm just as happy about this as you are. I'm picking a room, and you can't tell me 'no', because according to the laws of human decency, I'm pregnant and you're the father, so you have to do what I want."
He decided not to point out that not only was that assumption really not how the world worked, but also that if she was just as happy about it as he was, she'd be smiling a lot more.
The witch who he had called to confirm Caroline's suspicions looked at him warily, apparently worried that he'd react badly to the news. Instead, he bid her to wait and got his checkbook out of his study drawer, wrote a six-figure sum, and handed it to the woman, who raised an eyebrow. "I appreciate your discretion," he said pointedly, before shooing her out the door.
Pregnant.
Caroline Forbes was pregnant with his child.
XXX
"Klaus," Caroline called from the other side of the house.
He sighed. In the two months since Caroline had arrived, she'd mostly kept to herself. She'd asked for things (they'd moved a plasma television into her room and he'd assigned a compelled security detail so that she could take walks), but she'd asked him very politely to leave her alone unless she needed something, and he'd unhappily done so.
However, for the last week or so, she'd been calling him what felt like once every five seconds to do little things. He was this close to assigning a hybrid to stay with her and hand her back the remote when she dropped it or give her foot rubs when she wanted them, regardless of her feelings on slavery of the sire bond variety.
However, when he arrived at her room, he didn't see her looking at him with an expectant smirk on her face, but instead she was curled on her side, sniffling, her eyes glued to the Friends rerun playing on the television screen.
"Caroline? What's the problem, love?"
"He thought they b-broke up, but they were j-just on a b-break," she said, tears starting to stream down her face.
He restrained himself from informing her that he'd heard his episode play already at least five times in the last month, he was almost positive that binge-watching the sitcom was some sort of coping mechanism, and so she shouldn't be that surprised. In fact, he was fairly sure that she could probably recite the whole thing word-for-word.
Instead, he just stayed quiet.
"I identify with Rachel on a spiritual level," she sniffled.
"Err-There, there…?" he tried, sitting down on the bed and patting her lightly on the shoulder.
"I need a hug."
He hesitantly pulled her to him, letting her head rest on his chest, and rubbed her back as she cried into his shirt.
"Shall I get you some B-Positive and ice cream?"
"Phish Food."
"Beg pardon?"
"It's an ice cream flavor."
"All right, love."
"Klaus?"
He paused in the doorway.
"Thanks."
"It's the least I could do after infecting you with my zombie sperm," he said dryly, but shooting her a grin nonetheless before he shut the door behind him.
XXX
"How about Hope?"
"That might actually be the dumbest name in the history of forever."
Klaus raised an eyebrow at Caroline's vehement rejection of his proposition.
"I like Zoe," she continued, flipping to the end of the book she was holding against her seven-month pregnant belly.
"I don't," he said petulantly.
"We could name her after Rebekah?"
"Absolutely not."
"Well, do youhave any ideas?"
"Elizabeth?" he suggested. "After your mother."
"Because that's not a low standard of role model…"
"You were willing to name her after my sister, who is possibly the least appropriate role model for our daughter to ever live."
"Have you met Elena?'
He rolled his eyes. "Your friends don't even fit the criteria for possible role models in the first place."
"Fair enough."
He raised an eyebrow and she shrugged.
"They're my friends. I'm aware of how fucked up they all are."
He stayed silent, knowing better than to agree.
"Anyway," she continued, drawing a vertical line and writing 'BOYS' on the other side of the sheet, "How's Kol for a boy?"
"I like it," he said, smiling slightly at her willingness to name their child after his favorite brother (not that he'd ever admit that to Elijah).
She smiled back. "I know. I'm full of good ideas."
"That you are, love."
She bit her lip, as if inwardly debating something, before nodding to herself, pulling the front of his shirt to her and kissing him firmly.
He stiffened, surprised by her first romantic gesture towards him since their time together in the woods, before returning her kiss enthusiastically, his hand running softly up and down her side.
Yes, she was full of good ideas.
Hey, if you're still taking drabble requests :) Please could you write one where Caroline goes for a job interview for Klaus which starts ordinary and turns into smut?
Caroline smoothed her pencil skirt as she re-crossed her legs for the fifth time in as many minutes. She was interviewing with someone named Klaus Mikaelson to be the receptionist for a small suite of offices that housed two dentists and an accountant.
She was called in, and when she walked through the door she froze, her eyes fixed on the man behind the desk.
"Nik? Nik-from-the-bagel-shop?"
"Hello, Caroline. How have you been?"
"Fine, you?" she said slowly, trying to be polite while her mind was racing.
"Excellent. It's been too long."
Five years ago…
"I'd like a blueberry bagel, toasted, with non-fat cream cheese please."
The sandy-haired boy behind the counter typed her order into the register.
She came to the bagel shop every Tuesday before her morning class, and every Tuesday "Nik" took her order and gave her a dimpled grin, and proceeded to ask…
"Have I see you here, before?"
"I come here every Tuesday," she'd say.
"Oh. Do you want a coffee with that?"
"Yes. Large non-fat vanilla latte, please."
"Name?"
"Caroline."
"That'll be $8.67, please."
XXX
"Have I seen you here, before?"
"I come here every Tuesday," she said dryly.
"I knew I'd seen you. Do you want a coffee with your bagel?"
"Yes. Large non-fat vanilla latte, please."
"Name?"
"Caroline."
It took her two months to figure out that he was already making her latte when she got to the counter.
XXX
"Have I seen you here, before?"
Her friends giggled behind her and she resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands. "I don't know, have you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He gave her a dimpled grin, and Caroline heard Katerina whistle softly from beside her, before letting out a small grunt of pain as Caroline's elbow connected with her side.
"You're all set, love," he said, pushing her receipt into her hand. "I'll have it ready in a moment."
It took until Caroline was walking down the street with Katerina and Bonnie, coffee and bagel in hand, to realize that she hadn't paid.
XXX
She had been late to class the week before, and then went home for Spring break. When she walked into the shop the next Tuesday, she frowned at the boy behind the counter.
"Where's Nik?"
'Marcel' shot her an easy grin. "He doesn't work here anymore. Moved to New York. Should I tell him you asked about him?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "No, I was just curious."
"All right. What can I get you?"
She rattled off her order and gave him her name, slightly relieved at the lack of flirting.
But when she left, she couldn't help feeling an odd sense of loss.
Present day…
She gave him a faint hum of agreement before walking to the chair behind the desk, sitting down and crossing her legs.
"It said your name was Klaus," she blurted before she thought through what she was going to say.
"My full name is Niklaus."
"Oh."
His gaze was calculating, though his eyes also held a hint of warmth. She felt locked in a staring contest with him, and she somehow knew that he was just as snared in the trap as she was. He coughed suddenly, and they both shifted awkwardly before he spoke again. "So, I see that you interned at Gilbert & Lockwood's for two years."
"Yes. I worked at the front desk there."
She soon felt more comfortable as he kept asking her questions, and found herself smiling and laughing with him. After there was a natural lull in conversation, he paused. "It was good to see you again, Caroline."
"Oh, so now you know my name?" she asked teasingly as she stood up.
"I've always known your name, Caroline."
Her breath caught at the way his eyes had suddenly darkened, and she bit her lip, feeling heat pool in her center. She took an almost unconscious step towards him as he stood up slowly from his chair. "Caroline."
She shivered at the way her name fell off his tongue, and she knew he saw it when his eyes darkened even more.
"Nik."
"After I moved, I got an interesting call from my friend Marcel, you know."
"Did you?" she asked.
"Yes. He called to ask who the pretty blonde asking after me was," Klaus said softly, taking a step towards her.
She felt rooted to the spot, her eyes locked on his, her pussy aching.
"And what did you say?"
"I said that her name was Caroline, and that I rather liked her."
He was close enough that she could smell his cologne now, and she felt like a rabbit in a trap, being advanced on by the hungry wolf.
"Did you?" she breathed.
He bent down, his nose brushing against hers as he spoke against her lips. "Yes. I do."
And then his lips were on hers and his hands rested on her hips and she had never had a kiss so hot and passionate and firm and good, and she felt her core ache with absolute need for this man that she barely knew, who was pulling her skirt up around her waist to explore the soaking wet area between her legs, his fingers hooking under her thong to push into her, making her moan and roll her hips against his hand in absolute fucking ecstasy.
Her fingers wound into the fabric of his suit jacket for support as her knees buckled. He seemed to notice this, and he brushed a few papers aside and lifted her to sit on the edge of his desk, standing between her legs with his mouth fused to hers, his hands running up and down her thighs, his fingertips sneaking under the hem of her pencil skirt, which was bunched up and wrinkled at her waist.
This was incredibly unprofessional, and she knew it, but there was something about Klaus that reeled her in, that made her feel alive. She rubbed herself against the palm of his hand, which was now pressing against her dripping folds, and she let one of her hands drag down his chest to his pants to rub him through the fabric of his trousers.
He groaned into her mouth, his lips, teeth, and tongue clashing with hers in the most delightful way, before he withdrew, pressing a wet open-mouthed biting kiss to her jaw and then nipping her earlobe. He grabbed her hands and pressed them against the desk on either side of her with his, looming over her, a predatory smile on his face. He pressed his nose against her temple, his breath hot on her ear, making her shiver.
"Did you ever think about me at night, Caroline? When you went home every Tuesday night did you spread your legs and touch yourself thinking of me?"
"Yes," she breathed.
There had been nights when she'd fingerfucked herself thinking of his smile and stubble and the fucking accent that made heat pool in her center with just a few words.
"Keep your hands there," he ordered, and she moaned at the tone of his voice, making him smirk.
She heard a ripping sound as he pulled her thong down her legs, letting the fabric fall to the floor below them, and unzipped his trousers. He rubbed the head of his cock against her folds, and she rolled her hips against him, her head hanging back, small breathless sinful sounds escaping her lips.
"Do you want my cock in you, Caroline?"
"Yes."
He grinned, all wicked dimples and glinting teeth, and pushed into her, balls deep, his hand sneaking under her arms to grip her ass for a better angle. "Say my name, Caroline."
"Nik, please."
He bit her jaw and she moaned his name again, a bit louder, and he started to thrust into her, smirking when her legs wrapped around his waist, her stilettos dangling off her toes, her breasts heaving under the thin fabric of her blouse. "Faster, Nik."
He sped up, slamming into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, and she writhed beneath him, repeating his name through breathy gasps. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
"Never, love."
"I'm so close," she said, feeling herself tightening around him, needing a tiny push over the edge.
"Let go for me, Caroline," he said, bending to mumble it against her lips before he captured them again, biting her lower lip sharply and squeezing her ass, making her tip over the edge, moaning wantonly into his mouth, her ankles digging into his lower back as she pressed her pussy against him.
He came shortly after, and she let out a soft sigh when he nuzzled her neck as he zipped up his trousers. He helped her down from the desk and she wrinkled her nose at her ruined underwear, making him laugh. "Sorry about that."
"Buy me a latte to make up for it, Nik?" she asked, still slightly breathless.
"Large non-fat vanilla?" he asked, smirking.
"You remember my order?"
"I remembered everything I knew about you, Caroline."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it :) Follow me on tumblr at thetourguidebarbie if you want to request things :) I have forty right now, and I'm doing them slightly out of order, but they'll get done as they go ;)
Hugs!
-Angie