A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaroline are soulmates. Takes place during 5x11
2. Klaus gives Caroline a necklace to remember him by. Also takes place during/after 5x11
Enjoy!
-Angie

Can you do Soulmates AU Klaroline, like they were born with each other's name on their body or something. Preferably Canon If you don't want to that's fine but would you know any fan fictions or drab led that are like that?

"Can I ask you a question?" Caroline asked, running her fingers over the ink staining Klaus's skin.

"Of course, love."

She snuggled closer to him, practically straddling him in an attempt to not get leaves stuck to her skin. "What does this say?"

He gave her a dimpled smile. "That's an outline I got on a birthmark."

"A birthmark? But it looks like writing."

"That's because it is."

"I don't get it."

"That, my love, is how Mikael knew I was a werewolf. He had his suspicions, of course, but this was really the proverbial nail in the coffin."

She flushed at the endearment, but brushed it off to ask her next question. "How?"

He sighed, shifting under her, apparently trying to get more comfortable. "Werewolves are born with a birthmark that has their mate's name on it."

Caroline frowned, questions piling up in her head so quickly that she could barely keep track of them. "What language is it?" was the first one that made it out of her mouth.

"Lycan. It took me a very long time to track down someone who could read the language after my family's village was wiped out."

"So no one reads it?"

"I do, as do a few others I know. There's usually at least one or two in every pack that bother with it, if not more. Many learn if they're interested or just have an affinity for languages."

"So...Tyler would have–"

"Yes. Her name is Annalise."

"But then Tyler…"

"Would never have worked out anyway," he cut her off, not a single trace of sympathy gracing his features for the fact that the boy she'd tried so hard to hold onto for so long would never have truly loved her back.

"Did you ever find your mate?"

Before he opened his mouth to answer she hastily interrupted him. "Sorry. That was a really personal question. You don't have to–"

"Yes."

Caroline blinked. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Well, I'd assume she died then, if she's not here. Wouldn't you have turned her or something if you'd found her? I can't see you letting her go, so she must have been taken by something beyond your control..." Caroline babbled, trying to fight down the blush overtaking her face because of her impulsive apology.

"She's very much alive," he said simply, before smiling slightly, his hands stroking her sides softly. "Well, in a manner of speaking, anyway. And you would be surprised what I let her get away with."

She bit her lip, tracing the tattoo with her finger idly before freezing.

No...He couldn't…

"Can wolves mate with people that aren't wolves?" she asked hesitantly, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Yes," he said, his lips quirking slightly.

"No," she said slowly, shaking her head. "No. No. That's not...No way. You were born a thousand years ago."

"One thousand and thirty two, and I've been looking for the girl who fits the rough translation of 'Strong, stubborn woman of the sun'-part of which, by the way, is spelled to sound similarly to the way Caroline sounds in English-for one thousand and eight of them."

She mouthed the words, frowning. "But that could be hundreds of thousands of women."

He shook his head. "The meaning of your name combined with the instant connection I felt when I first saw you was unmistakable. You are my mate. You are mine."

"No...It's not possible."

"It's completely possible. I'll prove it to you."

She frowned. "Okay. How?"

He sat up slightly, pulling her to straddle him on the forest floor, and ran his hand up to her ribcage, tracing a light red patch of her skin with his fingertip. She frowned. "Klaus, what–"

He pulled out his cell phone and fiddled with it for a second before taking a photo, rolling his eyes when she immediately clapped her hands over her chest.

"Relax, love. I made sure anything private was left out. You may delete it afterwards if you wish."

"Wow, thanks," she said sarcastically.

He just pulled up the photo to show her. "This word means 'victor,'" he said, tracing the unfamiliar scribbles he'd captured from her skin. "This means 'son of the moon'."

"It's a coincidence."

"It's not," he said firmly. "My name, Niklaus, means victory. And, in any case, I know that you feel it too, Caroline. Aren't we in a bit too deep for denial?"

"Maybe you are," she mumbled, rubbing her temples, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to see him grin at her.

"So, what happens now?"

"It's up to you," he said quietly. "If you wish to...explore your options before you commit, I won't be happy, but I'll allow it–"

"Oh, will you?"

He gave her an exasperated look. "I did not mean that I would control you, Caroline. We both know that I am incapable of doing so."

She shook her head, trying not to smile.

"You may take as much time as you need to sort yourself out. I know you are mine, and I am yours."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just know," he said, shrugging.

"And what if I fall in love with someone else? Or...What if you do? What happens then?"

He chuckled, pulling her to him slowly enough that she didn't notice until she was practically nose-to-nose with him, her entire body pulled flush against his. "Caroline, love, we belong together, and we will always find our way back to each other in the end."

"However long it takes," she whispered, her finger reaching up to stroke lightly down his stubbled cheek. "Yes. However long it takes," he echoed.

She kissed him slowly, languidly, and he returned the gesture, his hands leaving scorching trails over her naked, earth-stained skin. She moaned as he cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers, moaning softly as she rolled her hips against his hard cock, throbbing insistently against her thigh.

"Is there some weird claiming ritual? Please tell me there isn't."

He laughed quietly as he licked and sucked the skin of her neck. "No. There isn't."

"Are you going to go all dominant alpha-male on me?"

"Do you want me to?" he asked, looking up this time, a smug smirk on his face.

She rolled her eyes and tipped her head farther to the side, her veiled order for him to keep teasing her skin with his mouth clear. He didn't comply though, instead leaning forward to nibble her ear.

"Would you like that, Caroline?"

"Would I like what?"

"Would you like me to call you mine while I take you? To throw you down on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind? Would you like to submit to me and hand yourself over to me to pleasure you? Do you want me to take care of you, Caroline? For me to keep you safe?"

She shivered at the hot breath on her ear and the words he was uttering so quietly, the syllables strung together making heat pool in her belly.

"Do you want me to make you beg for my cock, my love? Do you want me to tease you so badly that you'll squirm under my touch, my name the only thing you can remember how to form with your lips? Do you want me to come inside you? To spread my seed within you and make you swell with my child growing inside you?"

"I can't get pregnant. I'm a vampire," she pointed out.

He shrugged. "And I am a hybrid. My reproductive organs are just as dead as yours, love. However, if you wanted it, I would find a way. For you."

"That's strangely sweet."

He laughed, his hand moving to the apex of her thighs, stroking the slick skin there. "I want to make you scream for me. I want to hear you tell the world in no uncertain terms who you belong to. Whose cock slams into you when you spread your legs, who makes you come until you see stars and you cannot even remember your own name. I want all of that and more, love. Will you give that to me?"

"You make it sound almost like a proposal," she joked weakly, moaning as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"I don't need to propose. You are mine. I am yours."

"I'm still not sure I believe you, to be honest," she gasped out, rolling her hips against his hand as he fingerfucked her.

"Oh, but I don't need to prove anything, love. I am the alpha male. Your alpha male."

"I thought you said you weren't going to do that possessive alpha-male bullshit," she said, her mind only half on the conversation because she was so distracted by the positively delicious things he was doing to her body.

"I said I wouldn't if you didn't want me to, but from the way your pussy is clenching hard around my fingers whenever I tell you that you're mine, and the way your arousal leaks onto my palm whenever I say how I'd like to have you, I think that you like it very much."

She felt her face heat, and saw his smirk as her eyelids fluttered.

"It's not funny, Klaus."

"Perhaps it isn't," he acknowledged. "In either case, I'd like to take you now, my mate."

"Excuse me?"

She shrieked as he picked her up, easily throwing her over his shoulder as he sped towards the caves below the ground, one arm looped around her legs to keep them from thrashing, the other cupping her ass in his palm. He kicked the cellar door closed behind him and slammed her up against the wall, his mouth attacking hers with long, biting kisses.

She moaned into his mouth, her fingernails dragging down his chest and over his shoulders, gasping and panting for air as his lips brushed down her collarbone, biting and licking at the sweet skin they found.

"Feels so good, Klaus."

His lips curled against her skin, and she groaned.

"Do you want me to take you, Caroline?"

She felt her legs spread wide, hooking around his waist before she realized that she was doing it. "Klaus…"

"Do you want my cock inside you, love? My Caroline…"

Her breath caught at the way her name rolled off his tongue. He pronounced it like it was sticking to his mouth, the vowels drawn out and rounded.

He was pronouncing it, she realized, the way it was supposed to sound in Lycan.

It made her core clench around his fingers, and she almost tipped over the edge just from the way it sounded falling off of his lips.

He knew it too, if the way he was smiling at her was any indication.

"Klaus…"
"Niklaus," he corrected, the syllables flowing easily.

"Niklaus," she repeated, and he grinned, his eyes sparkling and predatory.

"Caroline…"

He captured her lips with his, hands roaming everywhere on her body, giving her goosebumps and leaving trails of hot prickling need in their wake. She readjusted herself against the wall to loop her legs more comfortably around him, gripping his shoulder to support herself while reaching down with the other hand to position him at her entrance.

"Take me, Niklaus."

His eyes flashed gold as he pushed in, both of them groaning loudly at the sensation of being joined, and they rested there for a moment, his muscles rippling at his effort to keep still, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. "Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" he growled, clearly attempting to clarify exactly what she wanted.

"Claim me," she said.

It felt like the right thing to say, and from the feral look in his eyes as he slammed her against the wall, his cock sliding in and out of her soaking heat hard enough to make the stone walls shake, making her writhe and scream and moan as he fucked her, she knew she'd been correct.

He pounded into her, whispering how perfect she felt wrapped around him and how much he loved hearing her scream for him. He told her how his name sounded falling from her lips, and how he could already tell that he'd be hard for her whenever he heard it, cautioning her not to use it for mischief or he'd have to punish her (which normally would have made her freeze, but in the moment simply sent almost painfully arousing shocks of pleasure to her core).

"Come for me, my love, my Caroline. Come."

She came hard with his name on her lips, clawing at his back, tearing at his skin, her vampire features coming out. He tipped his head to the side, encouraging her, and she sunk her fangs into his flesh, moaning at the fragrant, earthy taste of his blood.

He still moved inside her as she rode out her orgasm, never stopping the frantic thrusts of his hips even when she pulled her fangs away. He kept up a consistent rhythm, groaning her name as he demanded that she come around his cock for him again, his fangs scraping against her neck. The feeling of his teeth sinking into her flesh was enough to push her over the edge again, and she drank from him as he came inside her, their bloody lips meeting for a frantic, metallic kiss as they withdrew, still breathless.

"Niklaus," she breathed, wondering how the name could have ever felt so foreign on her lips.

"My Caroline."

Klaus gives Caroline one of his sexy necklaces or maybe she asks him for one. She will have a piece of Klaus with her at all times. She always wears it underneath her outfit. Most people don't even know about it. Some know she has a necklace she always wears but they don't know why or who gave it to her. Maybe just write something to show klaus giving it to her or snapshots of situations where it's clear how important it is to Caroline or maybe someone asking Caroline about the necklace

"What are those from?" Caroline asked as her breathing evened, her head rested on Klaus's naked chest as she twirled the necklaces around her fingers.

She felt him shift under her to pull them off, separating them in his hands, and she looked up to see him clutching four separate pieces. One was a rosary, and she giggled as she fingered it, pretending not to notice the roll of his eyes. "I never thought you were religious."

"I'm not. Those are from sometime in the early seventeenth century–-I can't remember when, exactly–-when Bekah and I were living in a village where it would have been suspicious for us not to wear them. She made it for me, so I kept it."

There wasn't a trace of embarrassment or sheepishness in his voice as one might expect from an older brother who wore something made for him by his sister everywhere they went, and Caroline felt her smile widen, resisting the urge to tell him how cute it was (knowing it probably wouldn't be received in the spirit it was intended).

"And what about this one?" she asked, fingering a leather cord with a small wolf charm carved out of wood at the end.

"That was from when I was human. My brother Henrik made that for me," he said, not giving any further information.

She nodded, sensing it was a sensitive subject and moving on. "I picked that up in an open market in Brazil a number of years ago," he said when she ran her fingertips over the plain, knotted leather cords. "I liked the pattern."

"And this?" she asked, picking up the dog tag at the end of the last cord to frown at it.

"That's an identity disk," he said, giving her a dimpled smile.

"No, I know that," she said, squinting to make out the letters.

MIKAELSON, N.

B POSITIVE

5.1.82

"Is that your actual blood type? And birthday?"

He nodded. "Yes. Well, as far as I know that's my blood type. We didn't really have the means to test that when I was human. And yes, that's my birthday."

"You weren't born in 1982, though," she said, cocking her head to the side, the question implied.

"982," he said promptly.

"May, so Taurus? Right?" she asked, grinning.

He frowned. "Err-No. Not that it actually means anything, because in my vast amount of experience, it truly doesn't, but I'm a Capricorn."

"May Fifth, though."

He shook his head. "Fifth of January, love. The American calendar system is abnormal."

"You're abnormal," she mumbled, elbowing him lightly.

He laughed, starting to slide the necklaces back on, but she held fast to the tag. "Why do you have it?"

He shrugged. "I wanted one."

Her lips twitched. It was such a Klaus answer. She let go, and he slid it back on, his arms encircling her, pulling her closer.

"We're going to have to leave sooner or later," she said quietly against the skin of his neck a few minutes later, becoming more aware of the darkening sky.

"Don't ruin the moment," he said.

She could tell that he intended for the statement to be teasing, but it lost quite a bit of that intent behind it as it came out. She sighed. "Are you really not coming back?" she asked slowly, feeling an unwanted lump emerge in her throat.

"Is that what you want?" he asked carefully.

They both remained still for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. "Yes," she said quietly. She felt him stiffen under her and hastened to add, "Because I want to come to you. If I'm ever ready I mean. You know, no promises or anything," she babbled.

He gave her a wide, dimpled grin, and she knew that he was already making hundreds of thousands of plans for the multiple possible scenarios when she came to him. She gave him a quick kiss before she could stop herself and rolled off of him. "I'll see you someday."

"Someday?" he asked, his lips quirking.

"Someday," she echoed.

"Would you like to have it?" he asked abruptly, clutching the tag in his palm.

She froze, completely blindsided by the question, before her face split into a huge smile. "Yeah. I think I would."

He slid it over her head, and before she could so much as blink, he was gone, the pile of clothes with him, the leaves rustling in the breeze he left behind.

XXX

She didn't know how the habit started, but she became aware during her last go-around in college during a history test seven years before that she tended to take out Klaus's necklace from under her clothes and rub the tag between her fingers when she was anxious or particularly contemplative.

At the time, the discovery threw her off enough that it took her quite a bit longer than it normally would have to finish the test.

She slung her purse over her shoulder after turning in her biology exam, her last final of the term (graduation was the next week), letting out a sharp breath as she felt the tag settle between her breasts, where it usually rested. She lingered outside the door for awhile waiting for her friend Nadine, a fellow Biopsychology major, to come out of the testing room.

This was her third time graduating from college in the last twenty years since she'd become a vampire. Elena was off with Stefan somewhere (she'd flipped five times "for the last time" since they graduated Whitmore–-so far), and Bonnie had moved to Boston, where she was happily running a dance studio. She didn't know where Damon was (nor did she want to), and Matt and Tyler were still in Mystic Falls, both predictably choosing a small town life over the adventure that Caroline craved.

Klaus had been right. A small town life would never have been enough.

Bonnie was the only one coming to her third graduation, since she was only three states away anyway, but Caroline knew that no one else would bother (it was her third degree, and it wasn't like it would be her last, anyway).

When Nadine finally exited the room, they walked together out to the quad, chatting and reminiscing about the last four years of their lives. They grabbed iced lattes at the nearby cafe and sat at one of the park benches near the big fountain, sipping contentedly. "Can I ask you a question?" Nadine asked abruptly.

"Sure. Go for it."

"What's the deal with the necklace?"

Caroline froze. It wasn't the first time someone had asked, and she usually ended up making up wild stories for her own amusement that turned even more implausible every time, but it was the first time someone asked that she didn't want to lie to.

She and Nadine had become incredibly close, despite the invisible age difference, and Caroline considered her something of a little sister. It was because of this that she didn't launch into her "pen pal from the UK who's match-maker of a great aunt put it in the mail as a joke which they had a good laugh about" story that she'd been cooking up for the last few months since the last time someone got nosey, instead saying something that was reasonably close to the truth.

"High school sweetheart. He had to leave my hometown, so he gave me this. I just wear it for luck, now."

Nadine frowned. "Long time to hold onto a token from a high school sweetheart."

Caroline shrugged. "As I said, it's just for luck."

Nadine nodded, still looking a bit unconvinced (and really, Caroline couldn't exactly blame her). "What's his name?"

"Klaus."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"The summer before my first year of college."

"Oh. And you haven't talked to him since then?"

Caroline shook her head. Klaus had been really good about staying away. The last time she'd graduated from college she'd thought about going to him, but he'd been so quiet. She honestly worried that he didn't care anymore. Wouldn't he have reached out by now?

Then again, he was patient enough to wait a thousand years to break a curse. What was twenty years for a girl when he had plenty of others to distract him?

The thought made her sick to her stomach.

"Have you been planning on it?"

"Sometimes I think about it," Caroline said honestly, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Have you social media stalked him?"

Caroline laughed. "He isn't really the type for that, to be honest."

"Fair enough."

"I do know where he is, though," Caroline said impulsively.

It was true. Stefan had told her two years before (about a month before the most recent Elena-flip) that Klaus was still in New Orleans, and Caroline doubted that he would have moved since then.

"Do you think he'd want to see you?"

"I don't know."

Nadine gave her a sideways smile. "I feel like there's a road trip offer somewhere in there."

Caroline laughed. "I don't know, Nae…"

"C'mon, what's the worst that could happen?"

We both die; horribly and painfully.

"I don't know," Caroline said, trying not to grimace.

"Well, no harm in trying, right?"

"I guess not," Caroline agreed, deciding that she might as well take a risk.

All she had to do was make sure Klaus didn't kill her friend.

XXX

Caroline took a deep breath as they drove over the border to New Orleans, inhaling the scent of it. The swirls of color around her were overwhelming-though she wasn't sure whether it was truly the colors, or because she knew that soon she'd be seeing Klaus-but the sound of the bustle around her was almost...comforting.

She pulled into the lot of the first high-end hotel she saw (what was the point of being a vampire if she couldn't compel her and her human friend some excellent rooms), and let the valet take the car.

"Whoa. No offense, but I can't pay for this."

Caroline smiled. "Don't worry about it. I can cover us."

And even if by some catastrophic incident she couldn't, the least Klaus owed her was a nice hotel room for a few days.

They got their room key and the bellhop brought their stuff up to one of the lower floors (Caroline might like luxury as much as the next girl, but there was no way she was paying an obscene amount of money for a suite) while they peppered the woman at the front desk with questions about where would be good places to visit.

After they'd made a list, Caroline thanked her and she and Nadine wandered outside, ready to take on the city.

"So, we're going to grab lunch and then find Klaus, right?"

Caroline nodded. "That's the plan, I think."

They wandered around for awhile, bickering playfully about where to go for lunch, when Caroline caught a familiar flash of blonde hair.

"Rebekah?" she called before she could stop herself.

The blonde paused, turning around. "Oh, it's you," she said dismissively, though Caroline could see a small smile playing on her lips. "And who's your friend?"

"This is Nadine," Caroline introduced quickly. "Can you tell me where to find your–"

"Nik is probably at Rousseau's. It's just a few blocks down that way," Rebekah interrupted, pointing.

"How did you know I was going to ask about–"

Rebekah snorted. "Please. Don't even try."

From Rebekah's behavior, Caroline figured that Klaus was probably willing to see her, which was a good sign.

"Fair enough," Caroline smiled, starting to walk away, before pausing. "Don't you dare tell him I'm here before I see him."

"Wouldn't dream of it. I only wish that I could see his face," Rebekah said, smirking.

He'd definitely be okay with seeing her then.

She and Nadine walked in the direction of the bar, Nadine speaking as soon as Rebekah was out of earshot (or so she thought). "Who was that?"

"Klaus's sister."

"Who's Nik?"

"His full name is Niklaus," Caroline said, trying to ignore way the name felt rolling off of her tongue.

They arrived at Rousseau's quickly, Caroline absentmindedly fiddling with the necklace, as she always did when she was nervous, and Caroline narrowed her eyes as she saw Klaus chatting with a blonde girl in a skirt suit who was smiling at him somewhat flirtatiously while they sipped drinks.

The blonde caught her eye and frowned, and Caroline faintly heard her say, "She's glaring at you, do you know her?"

Klaus's head snapped up to look at her, and she saw his eyes widen fractionally before his gaze darted to the tag Caroline was rubbing between her fingers. She hurriedly dropped the necklace, flushing slightly, and Klaus gave her a smirk before turning to the blonde next to him. "Excuse me," he said politely.

"Is that him?" Nadine asked as Klaus got up and moved towards them at human speed, his walk almost predatory.

"Yep," Caroline breathed, fighting down a smile at the dimpled grin stretching across his face.

"Caroline," he said jovially when he came up to her.

"Klaus."

"Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to Nadine.

"This is Nadine. She's a friend from school."

"Ah. You did graduate again last week didn't you? Why did I not receive an invitation if you were planning on coming here afterwards?" he asked, his voice only half-teasing.

"Again?" Nadine asked, though both Caroline and Klaus ignored her.

"I didn't know I was coming," Caroline said, somewhat sheepishly.

"Well, I'm glad you're here," Klaus said, apparently genuine.

"Who's that?" Caroline asked, gesturing towards the blonde.

"Oh, that's Camille. I turned her a few years ago."

At Caroline's raised eyebrow, he shrugged. "I grew fond of her. She reminded me of you."

"Don't even start with me, Klaus," Caroline warned, suddenly feeling as though this whole trip was a huge mistake.

He seemed to realize the implications of what he'd just said and hastened to correct her assumption. "I didn't mean it like that, Sweetheart. I told you I'd wait, and I did."

"I thought you said you didn't know if he wanted to see you," Nadine interrupted again, though again, Caroline and Klaus ignored her.

"Well, I hope that she was worth it," Caroline said primly, making Klaus's smile fall from his face. Before he could attempt to reassure her of his feelings again, she gave him a wicked smile. "You know that there won't be anyone else after me, right, Klaus? I'm your last love, after all."

She knew how forward she was being, and she knew how much she was risking saying it, but at the answering press of Klaus's lips against hers, she knew it had been the right choice.

That he was the right choice.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts if you can :)

Hugs!
-Angie