A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline tells Cami to get her shit together and gain some agency.
2. Original!Caroline + Original!Family in Tudor era.
3. Caroline undermines Klaus's authority. He reminds her who the King is (and she gets him to compromise anyway)

Caroline reminds Camille that she is a strong independent woman, Klaus is an asshole, and she can do better.

Caroline had been in New Orleans for a week, and Klaus had yet to seek her out.

This would have made her nervous, or wonder whether he didn't love her anymore, if it hadn't been for the baby and the general concept that Klaus had been fighting for New Orleans, which was taking up so much time that he apparently didn't have time for said baby.

And if he put her before his baby, that would be a problem.

Anyway, she had kept track of his movements, and he was clearly losing his touch. For all the paranoia and badassery he had displayed in Mystic Falls, it had been remarkably easy to discover who he spent his time with and why. And honestly, it looked to her like her informant had been correct, and the Klaus from Mystic Falls was mostly gone anyway.

And not in a good way.

This was what brought her to sit down at the bar and observe the bartender, who was pouring drinks for a man a few stools away. This was the other reason she'd figured out that Klaus wasn't over her. Camille seemed to be (in Caroline's humble opinion) a poor replacement for her. She was just about her height, with blonde hair and a penchant for telling Klaus how he felt.

Or, really, how the girl thought he felt.

She also tended to be wrong, and she catered to his sob-stories of being a sad, lonely child with no one to love him. While Caroline could sympathize with the general situation, the way the bartender handled it was completely wrong. Ugh, and she wanted to be a psychologist?

Spare her.

Anyway, Caroline liked to think of herself as a kind-hearted soul, and despite the fact that she barely knew the girl, she'd decided that it was her responsibility as future Queen of New Orleans (because, let's face it, they all knew the ending to this story) to stage a friendtervention.

She needed to get the other girl to safe place (meaning out of her goddamn Queendom), and to convince her that pining after a man that was using her as a replacement for the woman he loved was doing her no favors whatsoever.

She'd seen them together, and it hadn't even hurt. That's how unconcerned she was. Klaus didn't look at Camille even close to the way he'd looked at her, and sticking your neck out for someone that didn't love you and wouldn't do the same for you was the worst, okay? Caroline knew this from personal experience.

Once Camille had finished with the man, she turned to Caroline. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Yeah. Cosmo, please."

Camille nodded and began preparing the drink, sliding it over to Caroline when she'd finished.

"I've never seen you before. Are you visiting?" the other girl asked.

"You could say that," Caroline said.

They made small talk for awhile until Caroline asked where the bathroom was. A small frown flitted across Camille's face, and she gestured to the back of the bar. Caroline thanked her and slipped off the stool to go, closing the door behind her. She listened for anyone's presence, didn't hear anyone, and carefully pressed down on the metal pad dispenser, making a large dent without much noise.

Pasting a nervous look on her face, she walked back out and gestured for Camille to come over.

"I am so sorry, but your machine is broken, and I was wondering...well, do you have like, a napkin?"

Camille frowned. "Uhh, yeah. Probably. Let me check my purse. Come on."

Camille told the man at the bar she'd be back in a moment, gestured to a waiter to watch the bar, and led Caroline to the back room where the employees kept their things, turning around when Caroline closed the door and locked it behind her. "Take a seat," she said to Camille, strutting to the desk like she owned the place and sitting on the surface, crossing her legs.

"Excuse me?"

"Take a seat," Caroline repeated.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Camille said, her eyes narrowed as she slowly backed towards the door.

Caroline huffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I don't go after humans if I can help it. Look, just hear me out. I want to help you."

Camille gave her a suspicious look before sitting on one of the chairs.

God, did this girl have no self-preservation?

"Look, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but Klaus is terrible for you."

Camille's face immediately went dark. "Excuse me?"

"I know you're carrying a torch for him, okay? I get the appeal, trust me, but you're just going to end up hurt."

"No. Klaus cares about me. He's just...confused, okay? Damaged. Feelings are hard for him. He's getting better."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "See, and that's why. You're making excuses for him. That just enables him to be more of an asshole. Don't do that. He's a terrible person, and you can't excuse that."

"He's damaged."

"He's using you," Caroline said gently. "Camille, you need to get out of here. Nothing good will come of this. You're just going to end up turned or dead."

"You don't even know me. Who are you? One of Klaus's jilted lovers, or something?"

Caroline couldn't help but laugh. "No. My name is Caroline Forbes. Maybe you've heard of me?"

Camille had, judging by the slight surprise on her face. "You're the girl that broke his heart. He told me about you–"

"Of course he did. He's in love with me."

"He's not in love with you," Camille said harshly. "You're just jealous that he's moved on."

Caroline pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a calming breath. "Look, I'm not a jealous girlfriend. I'm trying to help you here. This conversation is about you. Your life shouldn't revolve around Klaus. You're smart and you have potential. You have so many opportunities that you are just throwing away to try to fix someone that's using you. You should have ambitions in your life other than being Klaus's personal therapist."

"Don't tell me how to live my life."

"I'm not telling you how to live your life. It's your choice whether you take my advice or not. I am just trying to give you some truth tea because no one seems to have told you how fucked up this is. Don't let your life revolve a man, okay? You are better than that."

"And what about you? Why are you here if Klaus is such a terrible person?"

"I'm here because I love him. Or, at least, I loved him the way he was when I knew him, because I don't know where that Klaus is. To be honest, he's my next stop after this. I need to slap some sense into him, because crying about his man pain isn't going to solve any of his problems."

"What, so you think you can fix him better than I can?"

Caroline sighed. "I used to think that too. I thought he needed to be fixed, but he doesn't. You can't fix people, Camille. People only change if they want to change, and Klaus...he was happy the way he was. I realized that. I told him that he was a terrible person once, actually," Caroline said, smiling ruefully as she recalled the conversation. "I had been so angry with him that day, and he couldn't understand why I was so upset. I was just so fed up with him doing terrible things, and I was so sure that I was the good guy. Anyway, I told him that, and then about ten minutes later I killed twelve people."

"You what?"

Caroline shrugged. "I'm still not over it, really. They thought they were doing the right thing. And in a way, they were. But I was selfish, and I didn't want to lose my best friend. Anyway, he was so angry...In doing that, I had basically ruined his plan completely."

"And what did he do?" Camille asked slowly, apparently hooked on the story.

"He grabbed a shovel and buried all twelve of them while I stood and watched. It sort of...struck me all at once, what I'd done, and I realized that I might not have been completely right. I'd never really thought that I might not have been 'the good guy' before that, you know?"

Camille bit her lip, nodding, and Caroline realized that the other girl was going through everything that had happened since Klaus came into her life. She saw a lot of herself in Camille, really, in a way. Someone seeing the world in black and white, and so sure of themselves that they don't realize that their self-righteousness might be what was making their world dark.

"Anyway," Caroline continued, "he asked me if I needed comfort, and I realized that I did. He came over, and I thought he was going to hug me and tell me it would be all right, and I wanted it so badly. But instead he just got right up in my face and told me to find someone less terrible that I could relate to. I know it's completely weird, but that was when I knew I was in love with him, I think."

Caroline hadn't meant to reveal that much, and she shook herself out of the memory at Camille's expression. "Anyway," she said, hastily changing the subject, "you should get out of here. Find yourself. You know? That's what I've spent the last year doing. After my mom died, I mean."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Camille said uncomfortably.

"Me too."

They were both quiet for a second before Camille spoke, her voice small. "He needs me, though."

"But do you need him?" Caroline asked knowingly.

Camille shrugged.

"There are times when it's worth it to sacrifice ourselves for people. I had a friend that I would do anything for, and some witches put her under a curse. Once she was, for all intents and purposes, out of my life for awhile, I realized that there was nothing tying me to my hometown anymore. I realized that I had the chance to live for myself."

Caroline took a shuddering breath, and pressed on. "Elena's last wish was for me to take care of everyone. She asked me to make sure everyone turned out okay. And...that was when I realized that I could only make sure everyone was okay if I was okay. And I wasn't.

"The point is that you need to put yourself first, Cami. Transfer to another school. If you need me to compel them to take you, then I will. If you feel like it's cheating, just kick ass and prove you deserved it. Live your life for you. Klaus is a thousand years old, okay? He can handle himself."

"Really? Because he seems pretty fucked up right now."

"Yeah, well, as I said, he needs a kick in the ass to ditch his whining and be his old self again, and I'm wearing some incredibly painful stilettos that will put me at eye level with him for a reason," Caroline said cheerfully.

"Isn't trying to mold him back to who he was trying to fix him?"

Caroline shrugged. "No. I don't think so. To be honest, which is kind of my thing, and I mean this really nicely: I think you indulging him made it worse, not better. Anyway, that's my advice. Food for thought. Take it or leave it. I have to go."

Camille nodded slowly. "I'll think about it."

"Good," Caroline said, smiling. "I have a feeling that, even if you do take my advice, we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other in the future. It was nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

Caroline slid off the desk. "And obviously I don't need the pad," she joked, making Camille laugh weakly.

Caroline opened the door to the office and nearly bumped into Klaus, who was standing right outside.

"How much did you hear?"

"You think I'm crying about 'man pain'?"

"Seriously? I say that I'm in love with you and that I want to be with you, and you're focusing on that? God, you're doing worse than I thought you were," Caroline groaned.

"Well, I knew all that before, love. Though, I must admit that's an interesting choice of turning point. Hadn't you told me just that day that there was no allure to darkness?"

"I lied," Caroline said dryly, slinging her arms around his neck and then grinning as his palms found her waist. "I do want you, Klaus. But I want the you that I fell in love with, okay? So, you're going to have to get on that ASAP. In addition, I have some things to talk to you about."

"Berate me for, you mean?"

"So you know what you did was wrong?" she teased, smirking.

He gave her one of his trademark villain-smirks, and moved to press his forehead against hers, smirking more widely when her breath caught. "Depends. How are you planning to punish me?" he mumbled, so softly that Caroline knew Camille wouldn't have heard, before he brushed his lips lightly against hers.

Caroline smiled, pulling back. "I thought you were the alpha male?" she teased.

"I thought you didn't want me to prove that."

"See, and that's why this is a problem. You're not supposed to just cave. That's no fun. You're supposed to do what I want after you disagree with me a few times."

He chuckled, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, making her moan softly. "And what do you want, love?"

"My Klaus. The one who made me see the allure to darkness. The one who helped me realize that I deserved to be put first. The one who would have figured out that I was here the second I crossed the border. I want that Klaus."

He smiled, and she smiled back, suddenly reminded of their time in the woods when he pushed her up against trees and murmured filthy words in her ear. Apparently, his thoughts were going in the same direction, because her head slammed against the wall, her wrists pinned to it, Klaus looming over her with a wicked smile on his face. He bent down, but before he could catch her lips in hers, they both heard a delicate cough from near them.

Both their heads snapped over to see Camille blushing furiously, her eyes shut tightly. "I think I see what you meant, Caroline. Or, actually, I really don't want to see what you mean."

Caroline laughed. "Sorry. I forgot we were...well...you know."

"Right. Um. I'll see you. Or not, I guess. I have to finish my shift," Camille said uncomfortably, before leaving.

Caroline turned to Klaus. "Can you send someone to help her pack up or whatever? You need to let that girl go."

Klaus nodded and waited until Camille was out of earshot before pushing Caroline lightly into the office and closing the door again. "Jealous, love?"

Caroline snorted. "If I thought for a single second that she was anything more to you than a way to keep me in your life, then I would be. You were terrible to her."

"I'm a terrible person," he said dryly.

"Not an excuse," Caroline said firmly.

He shrugged, and Caroline narrowed her eyes. "We are going to have a serious talk about your treatment of women, I think."

"I thought that you didn't want to fix me. I don't need redemption, Caroline."

"No, you don't need redemption, and you don't need to be fixed, but that won't stop me from telling you when you're being a jackass. Exhibit one: Camille."

"And I assume exhibit two is Hayley?"

"No, actually. She was supposed to be exhibit three. Exhibit two is your daughter, who you apparently leave unsupervised while you spend so much time trying to save her. Did you know that babies, you know, need to eat? And have interaction with other people?"

"She's with my sisters. How do you know all of this, anyway?" he asked, frowning.

Caroline snorted. "I heard from Exhibit four. Rebekah's really mad at you, you know. We're going to have to talk about your assumption that your sisters would want to raise your child because they're women. "

Klaus looked rather confused by her statement, and Caroline suddenly felt a bit drained. "Anyway, I don't have the energy for this conversation right now, and you have things to do. So, why don't you take me to get my luggage and then drop me off at home, and I can take a nap and unpack, and you can go do whatever nefarious deed you were about to when you got here and eavesdropped–-that was rude, by the way."

He let his hands slip down to grip her ass, squeezing it lightly, and she shifted against him. "I thought I you wanted me," he said, his voice husky.

"And I do," Caroline said, shrugging. "But, as I said, feeling drained, and you don't have a right to sex whenever you want just because we're in a relationship."

He looked slightly surprised. "We're in a relationship?"

She rolled her eyes. "God, you're clueless. C'mon, let's go."

The Originals and Caroline (who can be an Original or a regular vampire) at the Tudor court. Caroline or Rebekah almost end up married to Henry VIII, Kol inevitably ends up trying to sleep with Anne Boleyn and Klaus steals her bracelet for Caroline. Elijah just sighs.

Her husband was an idiot.

She didn't often tell him this, though she often thought it, but right now was the exception.

"Niklaus!"

"What is it, my love?" he asked, sticking his head out of their bedroom.

"Did you steal the Queen's bracelet?"

"She's going to die tomorrow. She doesn't need it anymore."

Caroline resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. "And so how am I supposed to explain the fact that I have the Queen's bracelet on my wrist?"

"Using a combination of compulsion and your natural charm, of course."

"You know that I hate compelling people, Nik."

"Just smile and bat your eyelashes at them, then. It worked for me."

"Oh, yes, because I was trying so hard to charm you."

"Whether you meant for it to or not, it did yield results."

"But were they the results I wanted?" she teased, dodging the arm he shot out to grab her and moving past him into their room, unlocking the bracelet carefully and setting it in her jewel box.

"I should hope so, seeing as you agreed to marry me," he pointed out, following her into the room and sitting on his desk chair, crossing his legs.

"You know perfectly well that decision wasn't one bit my choice," she reminded him, closing the box firmly and moving toward him, allowing him to pull her into his lap. She let out a soft sigh of contentment at the feel of his body and warmth enveloping her and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Just as well, I suppose. You came 'round eventually, though."

"It only took being turned into blood-sucking demons and a hundred years or so for it to happen, but yes, I guess I did."

He gave her a dimpled smile and pulled her in for a long, soft kiss, making her smile when she pulled back. "How did you get the bracelet anyway?" she mumbled, letting out a soft sigh as his lips brushed across her pulse point while he nimbly unlaced her dress.

"Kol was an excellent distraction for her."

"Oh, he didn't," Caroline gasped, pulling away, her hand flying over her mouth.

"He did," Klaus confirmed, smirking.

Caroline let out a sharp breath. "Well, I suppose that she doesn't exactly have anything to lose. She might as well spend her last night pleasurably," Caroline said, trying (and failing) to conceal the harsh judgment of the other woman in her tone.

"If it's all the same to you, love, I'd rather not speak of my brother's indiscretions with married women."

"But there have been so many to speak of," she teased.

"None that matter."

"True enough," she said, trying not to laugh at the not-so-subtle reminder that for a very brief moment in time her father planned to marry her off to Kol, but luckily everyone saw that terrible idea for what it was. With Kol's mischievousness and Caroline's temper, the entire village would have been burnt to the ground within an hour of their nuptials (not that her marriage with Klaus was any less risky in terms of personality, though Klaus, at least, had been in love with her).

"Has he announced who he is marrying yet?" Caroline asked curiously as she moved off of him to let her dress pool at her feet, pulling a nightdress out of her clothing chest.

"I don't believe so, though it will probably be announced by morning."

"I do hope he doesn't pick Rebekah. That will be a nasty bit of compulsion to take care of."

"Why? She'll be upset if we interfere, love," Klaus asked, though Caroline knew perfectly well that he was just being contrary.

"Yes, but how would we explain the Queen not aging?" Caroline asked, unpinning her hair with practiced fingers before smoothing her nightdress down and moving to the bed.

He shrugged, his eyes fixed on her body as she moved. "There are potions."

"And Mikael would find us more quickly," she continued, moving under the bedcovers and pulling them up to her chin.

"True enough."

"What does Elijah think about all this, anyway? Did he catch you and Kol?"

"Me? No. Kol? Most definitely."

She laughed quietly. "And how did that go for him?"

"I believe there were a great number of long-suffering sighs involved for Elijah's part. Kol seems to be unconcerned."

"As usual."

"Indeed."

She yawned, turning over to look at her husband through bleary, tired eyes. "Come to bed with me, Nik."

"Just a moment."

She hummed to show she'd heard. "Finish your 'moment' quickly, please. I'm cold."

"Vampires don't feel cold love," he reminded, though she could hear the smile in his voice at her not-so-subtle implication.

"Fine, then. Goodnight, Nik.'

She heard him huff in annoyance at her clear dismissal of him. The flame on the candle resting on the side table was put out, and the bedcovers shifted as he joined her pulling her to him.

"Goodnight, my love."

Caroline undermines Klaus's authority in public. He decides to remind her who's King. Then she makes him agree to her terms anyway.

"Caroline, you can't just disagree with me in public. You're undermining my authority in front of the entire city."

"But you were about to do something stupid."

"It doesn't matter. I'm the king, and I need to have respect from everybody, including you."
She snapped to glare at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I need you to not disagree with me in front of the population of the city. Please do make your feelings known to me, and I will try to warn you in the future of what's going to happen so that we can discuss your concerns beforehand, but I will not allow you to undo in seconds what I have worked so hard to build over the last decade."

"Oh, well I'm sorry for offending your delicate kingly feelings, Your Majesty," she said sarcastically.

He looked at her, and the look on his face was absolutely predatory. He stalked towards her slowly, undoing his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket, letting them fall to the floor. "Klaus, what are you–"

He took her lips with his before she could finish. "I liked 'Your Majesty' better," he said in-between kisses before pulling her lip with his teeth before brushing his lips down her jaw, nipping at the skin.

"Oh, no, you do not get to turn this into a roleplay. This is a serious conversation, Klaus."

"You are not allowed to order me about, love. I'm the king," he said, his voice husky as he grabbed her hips through her gown.

She moaned softly as his lips attacked her neck, licking and sucking the soft skin, making her wriggle in his arms. "Klaus…" she whined before letting out a soft shout of surprise as he swatted her ass lightly.

"You will address me as 'Your Majesty'."

She bit her lip as his hands sneaked up her dress to the back of her thighs. They had a safe word, and she knew that he would stop if she used it, but she was tempted–-oh sotempted–-to see where this was going.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she breathed.

She felt him smirk against her neck. "Kneel."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you disrespecting me? You know what happens to people who displease me. They end up chained in the cellar."

To be frank, she wouldn't put it past him if she pushed it, and she was too smart for that.

She dropped to her knees, eyes lowered, and she could almost feel him smirking at her. She felt heat rise in her cheeks, and really she didn't believe in half-assing things, and this could potentially go very well for her.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to disrespect you."

He was silent, and she bit her lip, resisting the urge to look up at him. When it was clear that he wasn't going to talk, she pressed on. "Please, forgive me."

"I'm not sure I should. Undermining my authority that way…Practically treason. I should lock you away."

It was treason, and it would have been for anyone else but her, and she was perfectly aware of that.

"Let me make it up to you. Please. I'll do anything. Don't lock me up."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

She heard the creak of him sinking down onto their mattress. "Stand."

She did, clasping her hands in front of her and keeping her eyes lowered as she did so.

"Strip."

"But Your Majesty, I–-"

"Strip."

She obligingly undid the side-zipper of her dress and let it pool at her feet, leaving her in just heels and her lace lingerie set. She resisted the urge to look up at him while she unclasped her bra, shrugging it off and freeing her breasts, and reached to pull her thong down her legs, sliding it down slowly and stepping out of it. She bent to pull her heels off but his sharp order to leave them on stopped her, and she straightened.

"Come here. On your knees."

Bastard.

She obediently dropped to the floor again and crawled to him and sat at his feet, still looking down at the carpet, registering the swish of leather and clink of a belt buckle before he tugged her hair lightly to pull her face up so that he could rub the tip of his cock against her lips, coating them with precum.

"Suck."

She opened her mouth and took him in until the tip of his cock his the back of the throat, making her gag slightly. He gently pushed her head towards him, forcing her to take more of him. "Suck harder," he ordered, and she complied, wrapping one hand around the base of him and stroking him as she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue stroking the underside of him.

"That's right, just like that," he praised, stroking her hair lightly and tugging on a curl before moving his hands to rest on the armrest.

She could feel his gaze glued to her as she moaned around his cock, her eyelids fluttering closed. "You have quite a mouth on you, my queen. Just as good at disrespecting your king as you are at pleasuring him. Isn't that right, love?"

She stroked him harder at his words, her other hand moving to massage his balls as she pulled back to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock.

"Yes, that's right. I want you to earn your pardon with your tongue wrapped around me. You know what you did was wrong, don't you? I would have taken you over my knee and spanked you, but I don't think that would have taught you an adequate lesson. If I remember correctly, the last time I did so you were sopping wet and ready for my cock at the end of it."

She moaned around him, rubbing her thighs together at the memory of it.

"Then again, you're probably wet from sucking my cock, aren't you? For all of your resistance, you like this, don't you? You like having the power of being the only one who can undermine me and live. You're perfectly willing to drop to your knees before me and obey me. Your ruler. Your master."

She scraped her teeth lightly over the top of him, making him groan, shooting him a glare even as she sucked him particularly hard a moment later, making him swear under his breath and buck into her mouth. She gagged and he swore again, gripping the armrest a bit harder, his lips quirking at her reaction.

"Not your master, then? Are you not following my orders without question? Doing what I ask of you obediently?"

She flushed, and he smirked.

"Make me come. I want to spill myself into your mouth, do you understand? I want to see you swallow it all."

She moaned around him, squeezing his shaft and sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as she peered up at him. He buried his hand in her hair. "Hands on your knees," he ordered, and when she complied, he began to thrust into her mouth, making her gag as he hit the back of her throat.

He came down her throat, and she licked her lips as she pulled away, gazing up at him, her lips pulling into a small smirk. "Am I forgiven Your Majesty?"

He chuckled, offering her his hand to stand up, and when she grasped it, he pulled her on top of him on the bed, kissing her deeply and stroking the small of her back. She toed off her heels and let them fall to the floor and rolled off of him, waiting for him to shed his clothes and cuddled up to him.

"I'll try to be more careful about the disagreeing with you in public thing, but only if you tell me everything beforehand, and I do mean everything, and allow me to give my opinion."

"Deal," he agreed immediately, kissing her and giving her a genuine smile.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you liked it by leaving a review!

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-Angie