A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Sequel to "Magical Unicorn Babies" (Chapter 15)
2. Klaus speaks in an American Accent. Surprisingly, it turns Caroline on. Smut.
3. Caroline moves to NOLA. Klaus tries to get her to move into his room.
Enjoy!
-Angie

I know you get tons of requests but could you do a write up to the magical unicorn baby one you did? maybe with caroline giving birth with her screaming at klaus? and then a few months later?

"I hate you."

"You've said that five times in the last eight minutes, love."

"Your point?"

He shrugged. "I was just saying that I've heard it before."

"Yeah, of course you have, because everyone hates you. You had to compel a bunch of werewolves to like you, and they were so unhappy that they banded together to try to kill you."

"Sire bonds aren't compulsion."

"And when your family so much as takes one step out of your fucking eyesight they get a dagger in their chest because you're so worried that they'll leave because of your daddy issues."

"Ouch. Hitting rather below the belt there, love."

"Yeah, well, you deserve it, since what was 'below your belt' got us into this situation in the first place."

"I'll remind you that you were an active participant."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know I could get pregnant."

"Neither did I," he reminded her, trying to keep his tone non-confrontational.

She made no such efforts. "Yeah, but you haven't been the one carrying this thing in your body for nine months, four days, and three hours."

He decided not to ask how she'd known her exact moment of conception (especially since he'd filled her with his come a good five times over the four hours that they spent together that day in the forest), instead taking her hand and squeezing it. "I apologize. I didn't mean to imply that I was suffering as much-anywhere close to as much as you."

He dearly hoped that once they'd gotten the baby out of her she'd be less angry. He loved Caroline, but he loved her more when she wasn't unpredictably swinging between furious and teary.

He waited for her snarky comeback, but felt his stomach drop when she let out a high-pitched scream of pain, her body tensing. "Caroline? Caroline, love, are you all right? What's happening?"

"She's having the baby," the witch said irritably, pushing him aside to kneel between Caroline's legs.

"I'm aware of that, thank you," Klaus snapped, ignoring the witch's look of annoyance. "Is there anything I can do to make the pain more bearable for her?"

"Not much, I'm afraid. Painkillers will only work for a short period of time."

Caroline screamed again, and Klaus winced before having an idea.

"Caroline, love?"

She let out a whimper, but nodded to show that she was listening, her eyes tightly shut.

"Would you like me to compel you to not feel pain?"

"You can do that?"

"We can try, at least."

She let out another cry and nodded through her tears, her face flushed.

"I need you to open your eyes and look at me."

She did so, and he caught her gaze.

"Your pain is dulled to the intensity of scraping your knee."

She immediately relaxed slightly, letting her eyes flutter shut. "Thanks," she said, her breathing starting to even.

"Of course."

"It's time to push," the witch announced, looking as though she'd honestly rather be anywhere else.

XXX

"It's your turn," Caroline said grumpily, shoving the pillow over her head as the infant's screams echoed from the nursery across the hall. It was raining hard, the first real storm of the year, the thunder echoing through the house.

Klaus sighed, rolling out of bed and making his way to the door to their son's room, picking him up out of the crib into his arms. He was still sniffling in his blanket, the dinosaur patterned onesie he'd been sleeping in slightly wrinkled from his thrashing.

"Hey, hey. It's all right," Klaus said to his son through the baby's whimpers. "You're fine. I'm here. I know thunder seems rather frightening, but it's not going to hurt you."

He sat down on the rocking chair, still marvelling at his son's tiny limbs and wide eyes, wondering if he himself had ever looked so small. His son gurgled as Klaus began to rock in the chair, smiling at his father, the inherited dimples splitting his face.

His tiny hands waved in the air, grasping one of the leather cords hanging around Klaus's neck. "That's a necklace," Klaus informed his son.

Caroline had insisted that he point out the names of things to the baby, and though he was rather dubious of the actual educational value in such practices, he supposed that there was no harm.

His mind suddenly conjured a long-forgotten childhood memory of Kol running to Finn during a thunderstorm and shaking him awake (even by the age of four he knew better than to ask Mikael for anything even close to resembling comfort). Though thunderstorms didn't happen often, when they did, Finn would sit with them all on the floor and tell the story of Thor—and if they hadn't gotten over themselves by then, he generally moved on to making up anything that came to mind.

It was one of the only pleasant memories he could hold onto of his eldest brother.

"Shall I tell you a story?" Klaus asked quietly, his son calming slightly in his arms.

Hearing the faint gurgle in response (though he knew that the infant had no idea what he'd said), Klaus smiled and began.

"When I was a child, during thunderstorms your Uncle Finn used to sit with Uncle Elijah, Uncle Kol, Aunt Bekah and me," and Henrik, "and tell the story of Thor, the god of lightning."

There were many versions of the Viking legends, and Finn had many ways of telling it. Even at the time when the legends were, well, gospel so-to-speak, Finn took artistic liberties with the story, and it was different almost every time—the only common thread being how Thor caused thunderstorms.

As the youngest siblings got older and became less intimidated by storms, Finn would expand the stories to include war and bloodshed—painting the picture of Thor's father Odin as one of the most complex characters in mythology, a sharp contrast to the simple king archetype he would speak of when they were young.

Klaus picked a favorite version from when Kol and Rebekah were very young—Henrik hadn't even been born yet—and prepared to tell it.

"Well, Thor was the son of the king of the gods, Odin, and the earth goddess, Jord. He presided over the skies and was responsible for the weather. Thor was a just and honorable warrior, and he had a powerful hammer as a weapon—called Mjöllnir—which caused lightning when he threw it in the skies…"

He sat with his son for half an hour, weaving the old tale as best he could until he realized that his son's eyes were drooping, making him smile. "That's right. You're safe," Klaus whispered, letting Kol's tiny hand wrap around his finger as he shifted to sleep.

Kol Henrik Mikaelson.

On a stakeout, Caroline is freaked out when Klaus starts using his American accent, but then ends up being really turned on by it. It could end smutty, por favor?

"When were they supposed to arrive, again?" Caroline asked quietly, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

She and her long-time boyfriend Klaus were sitting at a cafe table across the street from a club where they were supposed to break up a drug deal. Big wet snowflakes fell around them, and they were getting to the point where they'd either have to go to the club or leave, since it was too suspicious to stand around outside for too long.

"They were supposed to be here ten minutes ago."

"I hate people who aren't on time," she grumbled.

"I'm very aware, love."

Caroline huffed irritably, taking another sip of her hot chocolate before speaking again. "No, seriously. If I were a drug dealer, I wouldn't put up with this bullshit."

"Good thing you're not," Klaus said lightly, making her roll her eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what we're supposed to do. Should we keep waiting or investigate?"

At that moment, a guy dressed in casual clothes walked through the large throng of people towards what was apparently supposed to be the meet up point. Caroline adjusted her earpiece while Klaus turned his on so that they could listen to the bug they'd planted.

"Not tonight, man. The police are here."

"You're paranoid. How do you know?"

"I saw the British one."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "I knew that I should have started using the American accent in public."

"American accent?" Caroline whispered back, keeping half an ear on the drug conversation.

He nodded. "I can do one."

"Do it for me," Caroline said, grinning. "I want to hear it."

He gave her a strange look. "So that you can laugh at me? Absolutely not, love."

She gave him an exaggerated pout and turned back to the drug deal that was (not) taking place. When it was clear that nothing would be happening (as they couldn't technically arrest anyone until they'd seen the evidence), they got up to leave and walk back to the inconspicuously placed police car.

"C'mon, please?"

"No," he said irritably. "Why do you want me to do it?"

"I just want to hear what it sounds like."

Klaus shot her an exasperated look. "I really don't know why, it's not that interesting," he said, adopting a slightly midwestern-sounding twang.

She felt a stab of arousal hit her, making her rub her thighs together subconsciously, and he raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his face. "Or maybe it is interesting?" he suggested wickedly, his voice low and husky.

"Shut up and drive," she mumbled, feeling a blush creep over her face.

He just smiled, driving them to the station and then driving them home in their own car.

He held open the door for her and locked it behind them, and she pushed grabbed him by the jacket, pulling him towards their bedroom, pushing him up against the door once she'd pulled him in. "You know, normally women enjoy the foreign accent," Klaus said, his voice trailing off into a light moan when she bit his ear harshly.

"Do it."

"Caroline…"

"More," she ordered, tugging him to the center of the room and pulling his jacket off, throwing it to the floor before tugging his shirt over his head.

"You're so fucking sexy, Caroline," he said huskily, unbuttoning her cardigan and shirt, letting her shrug them off before he unclasped her bra, cupping her breasts in his hands.

His voice sent a stab of arousal straight to her core, making her moan as he knelt, pulling her jeans down her hips to the ground and waiting until she stepped out of them before pulling her thong down with it and pushing her back lightly so that she sat on the bed. He crawled toward her, the muscles of his torso rippling slightly as he moved, and she let her lips part lightly at the imagery.

"I'm going to tonguefuck you, sweetheart. I'm going to lick your pussy and make you come all over my lips."

"Christ," she mumbled, making him grin as he kissed up her thighs.

She spread her legs for him as his tongue gave her opening a long, hard lick, swirling around her clit, and she moaned, rolling her hips against his tongue. "Yes," she moaned. "Just like that."

He pushed two fingers into her and began to move them in and out, lifting his head to whisper in his American accent. "Do you like it when I lick your pussy, Caroline? Do you like seeing how hard it makes me when I pleasure you with my tongue and fingers?"

She nodded frantically, resisting the urge to bury her fingers in his curls.

He returned his tongue to her clit, making her pant out his name, and after a particularly hard swirl of his tongue she came, climaxing hard around his fingers. He stood slowly, and she could see his eyes raking over her flushed face, her juices dripping off of his lips.

He pushed her down on the bed and pushed into her, making her moan as he started to move, her hips moving to meet his with every stroke.

Her heels pressed into his lower back, and she writhed under him, her breathy pants filling the air. "You are so beautiful," he muttered, still with the midwestern twang. "I want you to come around me."

He moved faster, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the air around them, and she came only a few seconds before he did, swearing excessively as he groaned out loud, spilling inside her.

"That was great," Caroline said a bit breathlessly, snuggling into his chest after he rolled off of her.

"Was it?"

She nodded. "Yeah. It was once. Now go back to being British, please."

He just laughed.

Ok ok, so Caroline goes to NOLA and Klaus does everything to get her to move into his room from the guest room next door. Thank you!

"Klaus, have you seen my phone?"

Klaus glanced at his bedside table where her phone was resting right next to the lamp before turning back to his laptop. "No, love. I haven't."

"Are you sure?" she asked from the next room.

"You can come and look if you'd like."

He heard a faint huff before Caroline stormed in, glanced around quickly, and found it. She picked it up and pocketed it, glaring at him. "You liar."

"I didn't see it."

She glared at him.

"No, really, love. You sleep in here every night anyway, I don't know why you would have looked anywhere else."

"Because this isn't my room."

"Right. Why is that?"

She blinked before narrowing her eyes. "You're doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"The thing where you're trying to get me to move into your room."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, love."

"Like you hadn't seen the phone?"

"Well, I didn't see it."

She huffed.

"Caroline, in all seriousness, I don't understand why you won't just move your things in here. You sleep in my bed every night anyway–"

"Not every night."

He rolled his eyes. "All right, then. You sleep in my bed every night, besides twice when you supposedly didn't."

"Supposedly?"

"Well, there was one where you were angry with me, but the other I was out of town, and I have it on good authority that you slept in here anyway."

"I'm going to kill Elijah."

"So you admit it, then?"

She glared at him and walked out, tossing a 'you're impossible' behind her.

XXX

"Klaus?" Caroline mumbled in his ear, her voice heavy from sleep.

She was curled against his body, her skin slick and hot against his, her face pressed into the crook of his neck, with a leg thrown over his hip. Caroline took over his bed like she took over his life: With complete disregard for his comfort. She somehow managed to monopolize every spare inch of the mattress surface that he didn't strictly need.

He thought it was rather adorable.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm hungry."

"Go get something to eat then."

"But I don't want to get out of bed."

He smirked. "Why?"

"It's comfortable and warm and I like it. I never want to get up," she said sleepily, turning over slightly so that her ass was pressed against his morning erection, encouraging his arms to wrap around her.

"Caroline…"

"Klaus…"

He sighed, starting to disentangle himself. "Where are you going?"

"You wanted a blood bag."

"You can be my blood bag," she said seductively, making him rest his forehead against her shoulder, groaning softly before he had an idea.

He grabbed her waist and flipped her around to face him, baring his neck to her. "If you never want to leave my bed, how am I to refuse?"

"I didn't mean it like that," she said, her voice changing from seductive to exasperated in less than a second.

"Well, that's how you said it. How else was I supposed to take it?"

"In the spirit that it was meant. You ruined the moment."

He huffed, pulling her against him, nuzzling her jaw, and making her giggle. "I'll make it up to you."

XXX

Hiding her possessions didn't work. Trying to monopolize on her being tired and therefore out of it didn't work. Bribing her with spa treatments, concert tickets, or other presents didn't work. That left one option.

Sex.

He attacked her mouth with his, biting roughly at her lower lip just the way she liked it, soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue. She moaned, spreading her legs slightly, letting him settle himself in between them, his fingers working between her thighs. She moaned, arching her back, and he moved his hands to cup her breasts, dropping kisses down her neck.

"I love you, Caroline."

She made a soft humming sound, tilting her neck to give his lips and tongue better access.

"You are fascinating, intelligent, and beautiful."

"Is that all?" she teased, trailing her fingers down his abdomen to take his hard cock in her hand, stroking lightly.

He groaned, bucking into her hand, and he felt her smile. "I could spend thousands of years describing how wonderful you are."

He pushed two fingers into her wet center and she moaned, rolling her hips against him, her eyelids fluttering shut. He brushed his thumb over her clit before beginning to fingerfuck her, his lips brushing over her pebbled nipples, making her moan.

"Klaus…" she moaned, her voice throaty.

He pushed his fingers torturously slow, and she ground against his hand trying to get friction, but he simply removed his fingers, making her groan in protest. "Why are you stopping?"

"I want you to stay with me."

"I am with you," she whined, spreading her legs a bit farther, trying to encourage his fingers to resume their movements.

"I want you to live with me."

"Klaus, I'm right next door," she said, her voice taking on an exasperated edge.

"But you sleep pressed against me every night. You wake me up with your pretty lips around my cock half the time, and the other half I wake you with my face pressed between your thighs," he said, his voice husky.

She moaned at his tone and the imagery he was creating-reminding her of-and she panted his name in a pleading tone, as though hoping he'd relent if she gave him wide enough innocent-eyes.

"Why are you so determined to stay away, my love?"

"I'm not," she whimpered as he began to pump his fingers slowly within her.

"Don't lie to me, love. I know there's something wrong."

"There's nothing wrong."

"Then why won't you stay, Caroline? Why won't you stay with me?"

Her eyes softened and she kissed him softly, her fingers winding into his hair. "Is it really that important to you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to leave," he said, pulling his hands away from her pussy to brace himself against the mattress instead, nose to nose with her.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said quietly. "And, even if I was, it's not like moving to your room would stop me from leaving."

He grimaced. "I know. I just...I feel like you take me for granted," he said slowly, and he could tell that she knew how important it was to him if he was openly speaking about his feelings like this. "I know it's ridiculous, but I feel like I'm your dirty secret; that by not fully accepting that you have a permanent place in my life, you're not accepting me and my place in yours."

"Oh," she breathed, looking rather ashamed. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"I know, love."

"Let's move my stuff tomorrow."

He decided not to push and ask why tomorrow, instead nuzzling her cheek with his nose, brushing his lips against her collarbone. "All right."

He felt her face stretch into a smile. "I love you, Klaus."

He stiffened, but her light exploration of her fingertips against his back continued. "I love you," she repeated. "I'm staying."

A/N: I've gotten a few guest reviews (you know who you are) complaining about how there's too much smut in my stories (and also one that said they don't like my drabbles and want more AU/AH drabbles). Most of these drabbles are from prompts that people send me on tumblr. People request smut from me, so they get smut. If you want a drabble that's not smut, go ahead and put in a request on my tumblr. The reason I put the summaries in the beginning is so that you can skip over the ones you don't want to read. :)
Thank you so much for reading my drabbles and for how awesome and sweet you guys are when you review. Reviews inspire and motivate me to keep writing, and I love hearing what you guys think (especially the constructive stuff).

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-Angie