A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! :)
Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus is depressed, so Caroline is conscripted to cheer him up. Fluff.
2. Sequel to "Submit" (the second drabble in Chapter 18). Name-calling. Dirty talk. Blowjob. Dom!Klaus. Smut.
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-Angie

Prompt: Puppy Klaus is depressed af in NOLA (no baby storyline, etc.) and The Originals (the real ones, Kol as well) start planning a way to cheer him up, which… in one word? Caroline.

To be truthful, running a city was incredibly boring when you had competent minions. They took care of the majority of the work, leaving him to only have the responsibility of checking up on them occasionally and signing off on their ideas. Klaus sank into his desk chair, trying to think of anything he could do to pass the time.

He had just opened his laptop, determined to find something interesting to do, when he heard the door open and shut, and he got up to investigate.

He stopped in the doorway to the foyer, blinking a few times, trying to figure out whether what he was seeing was real. "Caroline?"

"Hey," she said calmly, turning from the painting she'd been admiring to give him a small smile. "How are you?"

"Excuse me?"

She frowned. "Um, it's a pretty reasonable question, I think."

"What are you doing here?"

"Do you not want me here?" Caroline asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Because your asshole brother came to my house and practically dragged me to the airport, talking about you being 'sad all by your lonesome'—his words, not mine—and that you needed my help. So, hello. I'm here to help."

"No, of course I want you here. And help with what, exactly?"

"You've been rather unhappy as of late, Niklaus," Elijah said from behind him.

Klaus suppressed an eyeroll, an action he knew Caroline recognized by the twitch of her lips.

"I hadn't noticed," he ground out, his teeth clenched.

"Well, we have. We are only looking out for your best interests," Elijah continued in that maddeningly clinical tone.

"Right…"

"So, show me around?" Caroline interrupted brightly.

Klaus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, deciding that she seemed a little bit too enthusiastic for the whole thing to be genuine. "What's going on?"

"Miss Forbes simply wishes to be shown New Orleans, Niklaus."

"I'll see to that, Elijah. Leave us, please."

Elijah was too polite and proper for derisive huffs, but Klaus could tell that he desperately wanted to make one. Nonetheless, he left, leaving him alone with Caroline.

"What's going on, love?" he asked, his expression darkening. "Why did Elijah bring you here?"

She didn't even bother to look insulted, or deny that there was more going on. "Kol did, actually. Elijah just kind of stood out of kicking range so that I wouldn't sully his Armani suit with my peasant shoes."

Klaus couldn't restrain a snort of laughter as Caroline glowered at him. "It isn't funny. These heels were expensive, and Kol dragged me through mud. It wasn't my fault that I nearly nailed Elijah on his blazer with my stiletto."

"You did kick."

"He was the one in the way," she argued, though he could see a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Caroline," he repeated, his tone serious. "I need you to tell me why you're here."

She sighed. "Elijah said you were doing really badly, and—"

"So you're here out of pity. Excellent."

"Will you listen to me for one second? Why do you always jump to the worst conclusion possible? I am reaching out to you, again. You can't get out of your own way again. You were in trouble and I came for you. I am here for you, Klaus. Not because Elijah asked me to. Not because Kol threw me over his shoulder like a caveman, which, by the way, was horribly embarrassing since he just randomly busted into my history class, no. I came for you, and I'll thank you to not treat me like everything I say to you is a lie."
"Then why are you here, Caroline? Why did you come if it wasn't out of pity?"

"You're still not listening to me, are you?" she asked, gesticulating wildly to emphasize her point as she stormed towards him. "God, you're so fucking hopeless at this whole trust thing, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me for it?" he asked, a bit irritated, trying to resist setting his hands on her waist when she was in front of him, not quite touching him, but close enough for him to feel her breath on his jaw. "How do I know this isn't some trick? It has been almost every time before."

"Yeah. Almost. The last one wasn't, was it?"

"So one time, then, Caroline. One time when you weren't participating in some scheme—"

He froze as Caroline pressed her lips to his, the feel of her against him too distracting to properly process what was happening. She felt her tongue run lightly across his lower lip and he suddenly was jerked back to the present, his hands clutching her hips, pulling her against him, leaning into the touch of her palm on his cheek, her other hand resting on his shoulder.

He pulled back, still holding her firmly, his gaze caught on her face. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses, her face flushed, and she closed her eyes, resting her forehead against his, much as she had done in the woods, her breathing evening out.

"You are so oblivious," she whispered.

"Sorry?" he half-asked.

She laughed quietly. "It's fine. You know now, right?"

"I don't know, love. I might need it to be explained more explicitly."

"Just for that, you're going to show me around now."

"Is that supposed to be some sort of punishment?"

"Well, considering that I was going to let you fuck me into your mattress until tomorrow morning, yes."

He felt his cock twitch at the casual way she'd admitted to wanting him, but suppressed the instinct to push her against the wall and kiss her until she changed her mind. "You seem to be under the false impression that my main aim in courting you is to get into your knickers."

"No. If I thought that then I wouldn't have let you get into said knickers," she said dryly.

"In any case, I'd be happy to take you to dinner in the Quarter."

"And a movie?" she asked, smiling.

"That depends, are you still set on not talking with three seats between us?"

"I think that it's possible I've changed my mind."

XXX

"How do you like it so far?" Klaus asked, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice.

Caroline had been in New Orleans for four days (and thirteen hours and sixteen minutes, but who was counting), and he had shown her a few of his favorite places.

"I love it. You have a lovely kingdom," she teased before taking the last bite of her sandwich and spreading out on the blanket, laying her head in his lap, an action that surprised him, but wasn't unwelcome.

He ran his hands through her hair, marveling at the fact that she was here with him by choice.

Her hair was shining in the sunlight, and they didn't talk for a while, just enjoying the scenery. It only took a few minutes for Caroline to fall asleep (they'd had a late night when they'd gone to a club, and she had been tired all afternoon), and he sat there with her for a while, admiring the curve of her eyelashes against her cheek. After an hour, it became clear that she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, and he texted a hybrid to clean up the remnants of the picnic before slipping an arm under her knees and picking her up as he stood, cradling her against his chest. She stirred at the movement before relaxing again, snuggling closer to him in her sleep.

He walked home at human speed so as not to disturb her, but she cracked an eye open as they walked down the path of the park. "Where're we going?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Home."

"'Kay," she said, burying her face against his shirt, trying to block out the light.

It was such a human thing to do, but he found it so endearingly Caroline that a smile grew on his face, persisting as he watched her sleep, hearing and feeling every breath that ran through her body, her undead heart beating slowly in her chest.

He set her down on his (their?) bed and walked to the study to get his laptop. Kol was leaning against the wall of the hallway, his arms crossed against his chest, a small smirk twisting on his face. "I'm glad you two came to your senses."

"She hasn't. That's why she's here," Klaus mumbled, the ever-present feeling that hid in the back of his mind echoing to him that she'd leave eventually.

"You're an idiot," Kol said decisively.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Lord, you are oblivious, Nik."

Klaus remained silent, simply staring at his brother, who gave an exaggerated eyeroll.

"Relationships are like puzzles. They fit or they don't. Sometimes you have to work a bit harder to stick the pieces next to each other, and it's not always a perfect fit, but in the end, all that matters is that the connection doesn't break when you force them together. You and Caroline fit."

"What do you know about healthy relationships?" Klaus snapped.

"Not much, but I have spent the past year watching various romantic comedies with Rebekah, and sagely metaphors generally seem to work on whichever love interest is being difficult. I thought I'd try my hand at it."

Klaus's lips quirked. He would never admit it, but he'd missed his brother more than he could ever describe. "You're not doing very well."

"It's the thought that counts, isn't it?"

"I suppose."

"Klaus?" Caroline's sleepy voice floated out of their bedroom.

Kol gave him a 'well, aren't you going to go see what's going on' look.

He walked into the bedroom, and Caroline rolled over in bed to face him, still in her jeans and blouse, though she'd kicked off her boots.

"What's the matter, love?"

"Nothing. Come here."

He obligingly sat on the edge of the bed, and she rolled her eyes, pulling him towards her before rolling on top of him, cupping his cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I hate to pile on, but I agree with your brother."

"What, that we fit?"

"That too," she said, laughing as she spoke before shrieking in surprise when he rolled them over, stifling her laughter with his lips.

Sequel to 'you look incredible like that'

They laid there like that for a few moments, with him pressed against her from behind, his hands lazily moving down to stroke her between her legs, rubbing clit in slow, circular motions. She moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs just a bit more to allow him easier access, and he smirked against her skin. "Still so eager for me…"

She hummed in agreement, pressing herself against his fingers, and he pulled back, smiling at her soft whine at the loss of his fingertips against her clit, turning to face him. "Klaus…"

"I believe that I was promised you on your knees with my cock in your mouth."

"I don't recall promising anything," Caroline mumbled before letting out a strangled yell as he delivered a sharp slap to her arse.

"I will not tolerate impertinence," he said, his voice soft and dangerous.

By her expression, he could tell that she was about to say something she'd regret, and he interrupted before she could. "Whether I was promised the opportunity to pull your hair as I fuck your mouth is irrelevant. It will happen regardless. Do not test me, Caroline."

She huffed but didn't answer. "Good girl," he whispered, his hand moving to her lower back, stroking her arse with his palm, rubbing his thumb on the smooth skin.

She made a soft sound of contentment, her eyes closing for a moment before he pulled away completely, getting out of bed. She didn't move to follow, simply lying there and watching him walk to the ensuite, her eyes hungry.

"Why don't you get dressed and get a blood bag for yourself, love," he said, masking the order as a suggestion.

She gave him a look that said that she knew very well what he was up to, but slid out of bed, grabbing a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top from her suitcase in the corner. "I assume that this is because I won't be leaving the room anytime soon after I get back?" she asked, her voice teasing.

"I want you undressed again when I'm done, love. On your knees by the bed," he said, not bothering to answer her question (they both knew the answer).

He could smell the sex in the air, but the scent of her arousal strengthened, and he smirked, closing the door to the ensuite behind him and starting the shower.

He let his thoughts wander, straining his ears to listen to the faint sound of Caroline opening the fridge and opening a blood bag. The hybrids in the house would catch his scent all over her, marking her as his. Now that she'd come to him of her own free will, submitting to him as his mate, he was completely ready to take her (not that he hadn't already).

He waited until he heard her come back along with the rustle of clothing hitting the floor before he turned off the shower, drying himself before he left the bathroom.

She was kneeling by the bed, her gaze lowered, hands in her lap. She stiffened when he walked in, and he could smell her arousal pooling between her thighs as she waited for him. He was already hard for her when he sat down on the edge of the bed, his fingers looping through her hair as he pushed her to his cock.

"Suck."

She obediently opened her mouth and took him in, moaning around him as he pushed her head toward him so that she could take him in until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged before swallowing around him, and he tugged her hair.

"Such a good little bitch on your knees for me."

She moaned, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him harder. "You like that?" he asked, tugging her hair lightly, making her moan again. "Do you like being my bitch? I enjoy it very much. I like seeing you on your knees in front of me sucking my cock, your wetness dripping down between your thighs as you pleasure me. Do you like it when I fuck your desperate little whore mouth, my bitch? Do you like the way it feels when my balls slap against your face while your cheeks hollow for me as you let me fuck your face with my cock? You're wet for me, love. I can smell it."

Her head was bobbing up and down on his cock while she stroked him, and he had his fingers looped into her hair to guide her head up and down his length. "Suck harder. I want to hear you gag around me before I come in your mouth."

She obliged, her head moving faster as she took him in, her hand wrapping around the base of his length to pump him into her mouth. His cock was now almost painfully hard as she pleasured him, and his grip on her hair became more forceful as he fucked her mouth. "You look so perfect when submit to me, little bitch. I want you to sit up on your knees and spread your legs for me, yes, just like that. I want to watch you touch yourself while I fuck your mouth with my cock."

He watched her hands move down between her thighs, one rubbing her clit while the other lazily circled her entrance with two fingers. "Ride your fingers," he ordered. "I want to see you pleasure yourself for me."
She pushed two fingers inside her and moaned around his cock as he tugged her hair lightly. "Fuck yourself. Faster. Now."

He watched her fingers move in and out at the same rhythm of his cock slamming into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Her eyes were closed and she was rolling her hips against her hand, slowing the movements of her head as she approached her orgasm. "Selfish little whore, putting yourself before your mate," he hissed, pushing her head down again, jerking his hips to shove his cock as far as possible down her throat, making her gag. "I am allowing you to touch yourself while you pleasure me, but I might have you stop if you don't suck my cock like a good girl. Yes, that's it. Good girl," he praised, guiding her mouth up and down his length.

He felt his balls tighten as he approached his climax, and groaned as he watched Caroline ride her own fingers. "Hands and knees on the ground. Palms flat."

She obeyed immediately, making him smirk. "Such a good, submissive little bitch, on your knees with your gaze down while I fuck your pretty lips with my cock. I'm going to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow it."

His hips moved faster, making her gag again, and he finally spilled inside her moments later, smirking as he watched her swallow. "Such a good girl," he repeated lazily as he stroked her hair while she licked her lips. "Clean your fingers with your mouth," he ordered, his voice low.

She did, her tongue curling around her fingers, keeping eye contact with him as she did so.

He felt his cock twitch—vampire stamina was, in fact, all it was cracked up to be—and he gave both of them a few more moments to recover before his next order fell from his lips.

"On your back in bed, my little bitch. Spread your legs for me. Good girl..."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. :)
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-Angie