A/N: Hey! I've gotten a request or two to post which chapters you can find the prequels to the drabble if it's a sequel to something, so I'll try to be better about doing that. None of these are sequels, though :)
Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus turns up at Caroline's door having been turned into a puppy.
2. Klaroline goes to the grocery store.
3. Caroline is stressed. Klaus helps her relax. Smut.
Enjoy!
-Angie

because melissa has some of the best au ideas i've heard of regarding klaroline, may i please request some werewolfpuppy!klaus with caroline taking care of him and he's stuck like that for a week or something? and he's so angry and growl-y about it but since he's just a puppy it's too adorableeeeee

Caroline huffed as the scratching against the front door of her apartment continued, and gave into the inevitable, stalking over and opening the front door to see a gray husky sitting in the hallway next to a cardboard box with a scroll in its mouth. She didn't know how huskies could look grumpy, but it did.

It dropped the scroll at her feet and sat there, looking up at her with a bizarre mixture of annoyance and hope. She picked up the scroll, giving the dog a wary look and opening it to see a note in slanted calligraphy.

My idiot brother got involved with the wrong witch. I'm off to find a spell to undo it, and I have no idea at all how long it will be until I have the means to change him back You're the only one I know that won't kill him while he's vulnerable.
Don't fuck up.
Kisses!
Rebekah

"Seriously?"

If dogs could shrug, she was sure that he would be. She sighed and stood aside, letting him pad into the living room and pulling the box in after him. He immediately jumped onto her couch and she glared at him. "Off. The. Couch."

He glanced at her briefly before resting his chin on his paws. "You'll shed all over it."

He didn't move.

She groaned. "God, you're impossible even when you can't talk," she grumbled, sinking down on the couch next to him.

"So, are you a vampire dog?"

He shook his head.

"So, no. You eat dog food, then."

He shot her a look of complete disdain, making her roll her eyes. "Well, I'm not going to make you steaks every night, you know. In fact, pretty sure it's bad for you."

She could have sworn he rolled his eyes. She sighed and opened the box, which contained two dog bowls and a can of food, and she knew she'd have to go to the store later to get some more things. She filled one of the bowls with water and set it on the floor of the kitchen before inspecting the dog food rather dubiously.

"All right. Do I have to take you on walks or whatever? Should I get a leash? I'll get a dog bed too, I guess."

Klaus glared at her before padding off towards the other side of the apartment, nudging her bedroom door until it opened before walking inside.

"No, Klaus. Get off my bed."

He didn't move. She knew he was indicating to her that a dog bed was unnecessary, but frankly she didn't want him on her bed, or anywhere else in her apartment.

"I'm going to go to the pet store and get some stuff for you. Hey, don't look at me like that. You're lucky I'm even doing this. Please don't attract attention or make a ton of noise, okay?"

He hopped down from her bed and back to the living room, standing next to the television and barking once.

"Can't you entertain yourself with something?" she grumbled, not really expecting an answer and grabbing the remote, setting it on the floor in front of him. "I'm sure you'll figure out the buttons. I'm leaving. I'll be back soon."

She had no idea what she was doing. She liked animals fine, but she'd never had to take care of one for an extended period of time. She had picked out a leash and then realized that the leash had to be attached to something, so, smirking, she bought a simple collar with no tags.

She also got a chew toy, just in case someone came to the apartment, and stopped at the grocery store on the way back, picking out "premium" pet food and hoping he wouldn't turn up his nose at it.

When she arrived back, she found Klaus exactly where she'd left him, in front of the television with the remote next to him, watching a sitcom.

He looked up when she entered and walked immediately to the bowls in the kitchen.

"Hungry?"

He nodded and she emptied the container into one of the bowls before contemplating how to start the conversation they needed to have. "Okay, so being serious for a second, this spell…thing," she starting, gesturing at Klaus, "Is supposed to be a secret, right? Like, as far as people know I got a dog?"

He nodded.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "All right. Well, in that case I need you to act like an actual dog when there are people around. A civilized, trained one. Where you sit when I tell you to and stay off the furniture and not growl at people."

He growled at her, and she sighed, hoping that asking nicely would make him do it. "Klaus, I don't want to look like a terrible dog-owner, okay? It would make my life so much easier, and I'd really appreciate it."

He gave her a reproachful look, but nodded before drinking some water and wandering off back to the living room.

She grabbed a blood bag before checking her watch and swearing. "I have to go to work soon. Hey, don't look at me like that, I have tuition to pay, and that's a bit too complicated of a process to compel through if I want to get an actual diploma. Can I leave you here for a bit? Good. I'll be back around nine."

She walked to the cafe she worked at, passing a toy store on the way and pausing at the display in the window, which was for "My First Keyboard". She had half a mind to roll her eyes at the fact that toy companies were producing keyboards with huge keys for toddlers, but realized that it could be useful. Klaus could easily hit the keys to type messages on her laptop.

She came back from work tired and cranky, but fought the urge to smile when Klaus immediately perked up at the door opening, his tail wagging. "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head before returning to the television.

"I want to show you something."

He looked back up and walked to her, looking at her warily when she pulled out the keyboard and set it up, opening a document and setting the font to a larger size.

He put a paw on a key rather experimentally and hit three at once, but continued to push keys until he got the hang of it.

I APPRECIATE YOUR HELP.

"Well I couldn't exactly just let you wander around as a dog. What if someone found you and decided to adopt you? Rebekah would never find you again."

DOESN'T MATTER.

She smiled slightly, before her face dropped at what he typed next.

CHANGE CHANNEL PLEASE.

"Can't you do that yourself?"

PAWS TOO BIG. BEEN WATCHING THE SAME CHANNEL

He paused for a moment before continuing to type.

IT'S BLOODY AWFUL. WHY DO YOU WATCH THIS

"Watch what?"

TEEN WOLF IS ALMOST INSULTING IN ITS INACCURACY

"I like Teen Wolf, don't judge. And you can also stop using capslock at any time. And you don't have to type in complete sentences. I'm from the texting generation remember?"

IT'S A TERRIBLE SHOW.

"If you say so."

I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING IN MY CURRENT CONDITION.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm aware. Fine, I'll change the channel. Come on."

She decided to get some homework done, and once she'd finished she was tired. She got up and went to her room, closing the door behind her and changing into a tank top and some soft pajama shorts, and fell into bed.

She woke a few hours later to a weight settling itself next to her, and she opened one eye to see Klaus curled up next to her, his nose inches from hers.

"Klaus, no," she croaked, rolling over.

He nudged her with his nose and she groaned. "I'm trying to sleep."

He barked once nudging her again. "What do you want?' she finally asked peevishly, turning around.

He jumped down from the bed and stood by the door, giving her a shouldn't this be obvious? look.

She groaned. "You're kidding. Just go yourself. I know you can open doors, since you got into my room just fine."

He just stared at her and she sighed. "Right. Secret," she mumbled, stuffing her feet into flats and opening the door for him, following him to the lobby of the apartment and holding the door open for him to slip outside. "Just tell me when you want back in."

When she fell back into bed ten minutes later, Klaus stubbornly refusing to sleep anywhere but next to her (she was too exhausted to deal with it), she reflected that this was going to suck.

She screeched in surprise when Klaus nudged her awake the next morning, and turned around to glare at him. "What?"

He jumped off the bed and walked in a circle. "Walk?"

He nodded, practically bouncing up and down. "Really? Why do you need a walk? Can't you exercise in the house?"

He walked to the living room to the laptop.

DOG HAS ENERGY, LOVE. NOT MY FAULT.

"Stop calling me love. It's creepy when you're a dog."

IMPROVEMENT.

"What's that mean?'

YOU USED TO THINK I WAS CREEPY IN GENERAL.

"You are creepy in general."

IF YOU SAY SO, LOVE.

She groaned. "Just let me take a shower and change."

Within about fifteen minutes, she was ready. She grabbed the collar and leash from the shopping bag and walked to the living room to find Klaus nowhere in sight, and she snorted at the message on the screen.

IF YOU COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME WITH THAT COLLAR I WILL KILL SOMEONE.

"Good luck with that," Caroline mumbled, closing her eyes and listening for Klaus.

He must have been standing completely still, because she couldn't hear a thing, but her apartment was small and there weren't many places for a fifty pound dog to hide.

She found him in her closet, and he immediately tried to run away but she whooshed in front of him, holding him in place and clicking the damn thing around his neck, attaching a leash.

If looks could kill, she'd be dead ten times over.

"You were the one who wanted a walk."

He looked at her reproachfully, and she shrugged before leading him out of the apartment.

They'd gotten about ten yards away from the front door when a young girl who must have been around eight came running over. "Look, Mom! It's a puppy! Can I pet it?"

"Uhh I wouldn't if I wer—," Caroline started, a bit stunned.

Klaus growled at the little girl, who promptly took a few steps back, clearly terrified, and Caroline tugged slightly on the leash. "Hey, sit down," she said to Klaus sharply, who immediately sat, though seemed to not realize he'd done so until a few seconds later when he gave her a reproachful look.

Caroline turned to the little girl, whose mother had just caught up. "Sorry, he's not very friendly."

"It's all right. Brittany should have asked before she came over. Right, Brittany?"

"Sorry," Brittany said, pouting.

"It's okay," Caroline said, shrugging, before wishing them a good morning and tugging Klaus down the street.

"You can't just scare the bejeezus out of kids like that," she scolded.

Klaus ignored her.

Two weeks passed, and Caroline was slowly getting into a routine. She still was not at all fond of the situation, and she hoped that Rebekah figured out what was going on soon. She contemplated calling her, but decided to give her a few more days.

She was in luck though, as Rebekah arrived at her door that evening with a witch in tow. Breaking the spell only took about ten minutes, and once the witch had departed, Klaus shifted uncomfortably.

"Thank you, Caroline."

She shrugged. "You're welcome."

"Yes, thank you, Caroline. Can we go now, Nik?"

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Feel free."

"I'll meet you outside in a few minutes, Bekah."

Once Rebekah had left, Klaus turned to Caroline. "I really do appreciate it, Caroline. You made that more bearable than it would have been."

"You're welcome," she said again, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

It would suck to be stuck as a dog, after all.

"You owe me a favor," she added impulsively, smiling slightly.

"I suppose I do," he said, before giving her a heated look. "Let me know if you ever want to collect."

She snorted and pointed to the door. "Goodbye, Klaus."

He laughed. "See you soon, Caroline."

He kissed her quickly on the cheek, and before she could say anything, he was gone.

The next morning she woke up to a small box on her bedside table.

"How does he even get in?" she grumbled, picking up the box and opening it.

It was a sketch of her sitting cross-legged on the floor with a huge smile on her face, her eyes practically sparkling.

Thank you for distracting me.
—Klaus

Prompt: What about a klaroline at the grocery store drabble? Like they could be human but they don't have to be. Just them shopping together, pushing the cart, finding the things they need. Being super cute and couple-y please!

"Just pick one, Caroline," Klaus said, clearly becoming frustrated.

"Klaus, we're immortal; you can wait another ten seconds," She said before she bit her lip, her eyes narrowing further as she studied the two packages she was holding.

Coconut Lime Breeze or Strawberry Vanilla Refresh?

She opened the top of the coconut one again and sniffed it before doing the same with the strawberry one. She thrust them at Klaus. "Which do you like better?"

He gave her an incredulous look, and she returned with a glare, making him sigh in resignation and take a sniff from both, wrinkling his nose.

"Aren't there any unscented shampoos?"

"That kind of defeats the purpose."

"But I like the way you smell without it," he said rather petulantly.

"Well, not all of us have werewolf noses, Klaus. Some people like to smell good."

"You do smell good."

She pinned him with a chastising look and he sighed again. "The strawberry one is less cloying."

"Great! That one then," she said happily, throwing the bottle rather unceremoniously in the cart and putting the other back on the shelf before pulling out the list from her pocket and crossing off "Shampoo".

She consulted the list again before setting off in the direction of the produce aisle, Klaus following behind her looking like he'd rather be anywhere else on the planet.

She counted seven separate sighs and five huffs of annoyance while she squeezed fruit and inspected vegetables, putting them in bags for the cart.

After the seventh sigh she cracked, turning to him irritably. "Why don't you go pick out a few things that you like and come meet me at the register," she said, feeling as though she was talking to misbehaving child.

Klaus seemed to pick up her tone as well, because he rolled his eyes and absentmindedly rubbed her back as he moved around to pluck the shopping list out of her hand. "I'll get the cereal if you'd like, love."

"No, I'll do that. You could grab some fruit from over there."

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't trust me to be capable of picking out cereal?"

"I trust you to be capable of picking out cereal in unnatural colors with no nutritional value."

"Caroline, we're vampires. We don't need food with nutritional value."

Klaus seemed to decide that campaigning for Lucky Charms was not worth the trouble of her death glare, and so he fell silent, looking at her reproachfully as she told him to go pick out some pears.

Despite Klaus's affinity for sugary cereals, she knew that he also was fond of fresh produce—probably because for most of his life it was unavailable unless you were willing to grow it yourself or find it from a nearby merchant–and she was perfectly happy to indulge. Fresh fruit, especially berries and fruits with short seasons, like plums, were incredibly expensive in Virginia, and since Klaus had a never-ending bank account (or so it seemed to her, at least), she was perfectly happy to take advantage of it.

She let her inner food snob shine.

There was also something oddly cute about watching the "Big Bad" Original Hybrid press into the necks of a few pears with his thumb before putting them back or adding them to the bag. She honestly had to admire how much control he had over his strength, because she might have punctured the thing if she even bothered checking for ripeness.

He looked up to see her watching him instead of doing what she said she'd do (picking out cereal) and smirked at her, apparently totally aware of her thought process. She just gave him a small smile and gestured for him to watch the cart before heading off to the boxed goods.

After a five minute inward debate about whether buying sugary cereal when she'd just told him she wouldn't was enabling him, she decided that he had a point and they were immortal, so they might as well eat boxes of artificial flavors and colors if they tasted good.

She also grabbed a box of Wheat Chex out of habit before heading back to the cart, dropping the boxes in and ignoring Klaus's wide smile at the fact that she'd gotten his cereal.

"Canned aisle now," she said, grabbing the cart and pushing it, smiling slightly when Klaus rested a hand on the small of her back.

He always seemed to be touching her, even if it was just small gestures, as though to reassure himself that she was there. She checked her list and grabbed a few cans of soup before turning and realizing that Klaus was gone. She turned to take a few cans of peaches when she heard the rustle of boxes behind her and turned to see Klaus dropping three bottles of chocolate sauce, a jar of caramel sauce, and some whipped cream into the cart before looking at her innocently.

"Do you want to pick up ice cream to go with those?" she asked warily. "I know Kol ate the last of it a few days ago."

"Why would we need ice cream?" he asked, the grin on his face undermining any possibility of innocent intent.

She glared at him while his face slowly changed into the begging face he used when he wanted something. She hated that face. So far it had made her late for her first class five days in the last month, left her an oscar de la renta dress that had been unceremoniously ripped down the front, and caused her to miss Damon's birthday party (although she wasn't all that fussed about that one, to be honest).

"Fine," she capitulated. "But can we at least buy some ice cream anyway so that the cashier doesn't give you one of those 'yeah, good going bro' looks?"
"Good…going 'bro' looks?" Klaus asked slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, like, you know. You scored? Getting laid tonight?" she prompted, throwing out euphemisms.

"Oh. The ones that look at you lasciviously and then give me looks suggesting that your taste level is questionable if you're with me and not them?"

"Um. Yeah."

He hummed and plucked the cans of fruit out of her hands, putting them in the cart, and then pushing it towards the registers. "I don't care. I am perfectly aware that your taste level is questionable, love. No offense, of course."

She gave him a disbelieving look, and he smiled slightly, brushing his hand next to her hip. "I'm still in awe when I wake up beside you in the morning, and I suspect that I will never stop feeling that way, no matter how many years pass. I will never understand why you chose me over someone closer to your…values, but I do attempt not to question it. I wouldn't want to tempt fate."

She shrugged. "It doesn't matter whether you tempt fate. I chose to be with you because I wanted to, and fate can fuck off. And I do care. It's creepy."

He gave her a look of complete disbelief before starting to chuckle. "I think I might fall in love with you more every day."

"I think that you're trying to sweet talk me into letting you pour chocolate sauce on me tonight."

"No. I mean every word of what I'm saying. If you decide to let me coat you in sweets and lick it off of you because I'm being honest, that's just a rather enjoyable bonus."

"I want rocky road anyway," she said, ignoring his last words and walking towards the ice cream aisle.

She saw a shadow of a frown pass over his face and smiled slightly, grabbing his hand briefly in hers again before returning to pushing the cart.

"I love you, too, Klaus. I know that it took me awhile to realize it, and even longer to act on it, but I'm so glad you waited for me."

"I told you that I intended to be your last love, Caroline. I intended on waiting however long it took."

Caroline kissed him softly, smiling against his lips, and stiffened when she heard a sniffle from behind them. She turned to see a stooped old lady in a cardigan holding a bag of frozen peas under her arm and wiping her eyes on a tissue. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just so wonderful to see a young couple as clearly in love as the two of you."

Caroline stuttered out a thank you, making the old woman and Klaus both smile, and the woman wandered away towards the other side of the store.

"That was really sweet of her," Caroline said quietly.

"Yes, if only she knew that I was more than fifty times your age."

Caroline whacked him on the chest. "Stop being creepy and ruining the moment."

He just smiled, all dimples, and walked her to the register.

Established Klaroline. Caroline is planning a surprise party for Rebekah and Klaus just wants to get her to relax (because we all know that Caroline in planning mode can get very stressed).

"You are all completely incompetent," Caroline snapped at the assembled workers, who shot each other nervous looks.

When Queen Caroline spat out the "I-word", they all knew they were in deep shit.

"How hard is it to follow a flower chart?"

One of the minions opened his mouth to answer and Caroline spoke over him, "That was rhetorical."

He snapped his mouth shut.

"So, we're going to go over it again. The ivy should be wound through the banisters. Not spiraling the bars. Through the bars. The orchids go on the odd-numbered tables. Lilies go on the even-numbered. The center table should have the arrangements that are both lilies and orchids. Is that clear?"

There was a mumble of assent. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

They all cleared around to their respective tasks and Caroline sighed, rubbing her palms over her face. This party had to be perfect, and she was worried because of how badly it was going so far. She heard Klaus walk up behind her and she turned to him, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"I heard the I-word make an appearance," he said lightly, and she could hear the slight smile on his face.

"Well, they were being incompetent."

"Do you want me to kill them?"

She glared at him. "No, thank you for the offer."

"Are you sure? I might just be doing myself a favor so that I can get better minions."

She snorted. "Oh, right, because that's exactly what we want to show the werewolves. Klaus Mikaelson, Slayer of Stupid, Incompetent, and Disappointing Minions in need of new employees. Must be able to accurately read a flower chart. Call the number below to apply," she said sarcastically, plucking Klaus's glass of brandy and knocking it back in one go.

He frowned. "Did you have to waste that?"

She shrugged.

"I think you should probably take a breather, love. It'll all be done in time, I'm sure."

"I can't though," she whined. "I need to make sure it gets done right."

"What you need is to relax."

She turned to him, incredulity practically painted on her face. "You're joking, right?"

He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, his teeth dragging along her earlobe, and she moaned as his tongue dipped to lick the shell of her ear. "Not at all."

She sighed and tipped her head to the side as he began to nibble on her jaw and neck. "Klaus, I really should supervise…"

"They're adults, Caroline. Give them an hour or so and you can revisit it, and if they still haven't done what they're supposed to, you can yell at them. Right now, though, you're too stressed to be helpful."

"Don't tell me how I feel."

He raised an eyebrow pointedly and she sighed, tilting her head as a silent invitation for him to keep kissing her neck. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his lips, teeth, and tongue made unpredictable yet pleasurable patterns down her creamy skin, and she moaned when his hands skated down her waist to her hips, squeezing lightly.

He tucked his fingers under the hem of her cocktail dress to stroke her inner thigh and she sighed, laying her forehead on his shoulder. "Klaus…" she said warningly as his fingers continued upwards, tugging the hemline of her dress higher and higher. "We're at the top of a staircase in the middle of the hallway."

He shrugged, his fingers darting into her folds and she moaned. "People could see us."

"Let them watch."

"Do you really want other people to be able to see up my dress?"

"Don't care. You're mine and if they know what's good for them, they'll keep their mouths shut."

His fingers pushed into her soaking entrance and she moaned, rolling her hips over them, and she could feel him smirk into her neck as she let out a breathy moan. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing against her clit, making her cry out, her breathing becoming ragged.

"Klaus," she panted out, "Don't make me come in the middle of a hallway in front of your incompetent minions, please."

He picked up speed and she moaned, muffling her cries in his shoulder. "What was that love?'

"Stop. Bedroom."

"You want me to stop?" he asked, hooking his fingers to stroke her sensitive walls.

"No, no don't stop," she panted out, riding his fingers as he brought her close to the edge before withdrawing his fingers, making eye contact with her and licking her juices off of them.

"Klaus," she said warningly, knowing her face was flushed, and her lips probably puffy from his kisses.

"Why did you st–"

He grabbed her and had her naked and pinned to the bed before she could blink, pinning her wrists together above her head as he devoured her mouth. "Let me take care of you, love," he said, kissing down her body slowly, his lips brushing over her collarbone and the soft skin of her breasts, teeth and tongue teasing her sensitive nipples, until he reached her center.

She spread her legs for him, arching her back in preparation for his tongue, and he obligingly licked her sensitive folds lightly, getting just a taste, before nipping her inner thighs.

She shivered, making him grin, and he gave her entrance a long flat lick, his tongue swirling lightly around her clit. She moaned and arched her back as he pushed two fingers into her, his tongue still working against her clit, tipping her over the edge, and she screamed out his name as she rode out her orgasm on his lips, his tongue eagerly lapping at her pussy.

He moved back up her body, dropping kisses on her flushed skin to end up at her lips, his erection pressing into her thigh. "Relaxed yet?"

She nodded, a blissful smile overtaking her face. "Yes. Thanks. I feel much better," she said cheerfully, pecking him on the lips before rolling out from under him and picking up her ruined dress in disgust, throwing in the hamper and picking another one from the closet, slipping it on.

She took a moment to fluff her hair in the mirror and turned to see a completely bewildered looking Klaus on the bed, watching her prepare to leave.

She gave him an evil grin. "Now that I'm relaxed I need all the preparation time for the party I can get. Seriously though, thanks. I love you," she called over her shoulder as she sauntered out, smirking to herself at his answering huff of annoyance.

Serves him right for distracting her.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed them :) If you have requests, please put them in on my tumblr, thetourguidebarbie. If they're particularly smutty/kinky, they should go to my smut blog onyourkneescaroline.
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Hugs!
-Angie