A/N:
1. Caroline drunk-dials Klaus. Previously tumblr-exclusive, but I figured out how to put emojis on ffnet. Smut.
2. Klaus runs into Caroline by accident in an unlikely place. Fair warning: Hope exists. SFW.
bless you both tbh: kc (the klaroline bit of these prompts is probs implied, but whatever the format looks better with it than without so we're keeping it) + drink dialing incidents piling up that lead to definitely not drunk hot hot sex and declaration of everlasting ooey gooey feelings
Klaus groaned as his phone chimed five times in quick succession. It was three in the morning and he'd finally fallen asleep after a particularly trying day. Kol had stolen his phone the day before and changed all his contacts to nicknames from the current teen vernacular (often accompanied by emojis).
He hadn't had time to go through and change them all back, and there were some he hadn't been able to figure out because Kol had deleted all of his texts as well, and he didn't have every number memorized.
He grabbed it and frowned when he saw the name on the screen. What the actual fuck was a 'Bae'?
Urban Dictionary was immediately opened (thank you, Davina).
Bae: Acronym standing for 'Before anyone else'.
He snorted. He had a sneaking suspicion now, and googled the area code (which, as he had guessed, was Mystic County in Virginia).
Bae 👑💜: Klllauuusss
Bae 👑💜: Do you still think about me?
Bae 👑💜: Cause I still think about you
Bae 👑💜: Well, mostly your dimples and how good you are in bed
Bae 👑💜: But also you.
Suspicions confirmed. Now, how to answer her questions… She was clearly intoxicated somehow and would be mortified when she sobered up, but he didn't want her to think that he didn't love her now that he'd had her. Then again, he also didn't want to admit his feelings over text. That could go wrong in so many different ways.
Klaus: Are you drunk?
Bae 👑💜: Only a little.
Bae 👑💜: Okay, a lot.
Bae 👑💜: Drowning my sorrows in mai tais. Open bars are dangerous.
Klaus: How many have you had? And sorrows?
Bae 👑💜: 🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹 – that many
Bae 👑💜: And Bonnie's gone, Elena's a witchy drug addict, and Stefan's AWOL.
Bae 👑💜: I'm bored.
Klaus: Glad to know I'm you're last resort.
Bae 👑💜: Please. Pretty sure that the only reason I didn't text you before was because I was sober.
Bae 👑💜: Well, also judgy friends.
Klaus: Is that supposed to make me feel better, love?
Bae 👑💜: idk. Does it?
Klaus: While I am happy that you've contacted me, I want it to be because you want to, not because your judgment is impaired.
Bae 👑💜: I do want to. I just wasn't drunk enough before.
Klaus: Perhaps you should sleep and we can talk about this in the morning.
Bae 👑💜: In the morning I'll be sober.
Klaus: That's the point.
Bae 👑💜: No. I'll feel guilty for talking to you when I'm sober.
Klaus: Well, you need to get over that, love.
Klaus: Goodnight, Caroline.
Bae 👑💜: Fine.
Bae 👑💜: Night.
Klaus put the damn thing on airplane mode and covered his head with his pillow, wondering why he had decided to be respectful of her feelings and wishes.
Oh, right, because he loved her.
Now he needed a drink.
The next morning, he woke up late and turned on his phone, groaning at the fact that he had enough text messages that it didn't say who they were from. He unlocked his phone (now that he had a passcode hopefully Kol would never get in again), and opened his texts, deciding to check Caroline's first.
Bae 👑💜: I am so sorry about last night.
Klaus: Why?
Bae 👑💜: I drunk texted you.
Klaus: I'm aware.
Bae 👑💜: Right, so I'm sorry.
Bae 👑💜: For bothering you, or whatever.
Klaus: I don't know what your definition of "bothering" is, Sweetheart, but it's certainly different from texting me to tell me that you still have feelings for me.
Bae 👑💜: I didn't say I still had feelings for you.
Bae 👑💜: I said that you're good in bed.
Klaus: And that you think about me
Klaus: I'll take what I can get.
Bae 👑💜: 😒
Klaus: 😊
Bae 👑💜: DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI?
Klaus: Yes.
Klaus: I am able to keep up with modern technology, thank you very much.
Bae 👑💜: Hip with the kids?
Klaus: 😒
Bae 👑💜: Right. Sorry. Anyway, I just wanted to say that. I have class now.
Klaus: No you don't.
Bae 👑💜: Excuse me?
Klaus: You don't have class until two. It's currently half-eleven your time.
Bae 👑💜: Omg creeper! How do you know that?
Klaus: You didn't honestly think that I would leave you without protection?
Bae 👑💜: that's so invasive!
Klaus: And necessary. There have been three attacks on your life in the last four months.
Bae 👑💜: And you didn't tell me?
Klaus: Why would I do that? You wanted to go to college. I was making sure that happened.
Bae 👑💜: That's weirdly sweet.
Bae 👑💜: But wrong.
Bae 👑💜: You should have told me
Klaus: Perhaps. I did promise to stay away, though.
Klaus: In any case, why are you trying to escape?
Bae 👑💜: I'm not ready yet.
Klaus froze, his thumbs poised over the keyboard of his phone and took a deep breath.
Klaus: Yet?
Bae 👑💜: That's not what I meant.
Klaus felt his jaw set. Why did she always get his hopes up and then mercilessly crush them?
Klaus: Right. Of course not.
Klaus: Because clearly that time in the woods meant absolutely nothing to you.
Klaus: You accused me of not knowing how to relate to people. Of not trying to understand them. I tried with you. I tried for you. I told you that I would wait for you, and I will. I will always want you, Caroline.
Bae 👑💜: Of course it meant something to me.
Klaus: However, I'm going to ask that you not contact me until you're sure. You give me false hope every time, Caroline. There is only so much rejection that I can handle.
Klaus: And that is why you give me false hope. Your mixed signals baffle me.
Bae 👑💜: I'm just not ready
Klaus: Well, tell me when you are. Until then, I'm here if there's an emergency. I've sent some of my blood to the hybrid I have protecting you, but if you need more, ask him and he'll contact me.
Klaus: I love you, Caroline. I hope that we speak again soon.
Bae 👑💜: No, Klaus. You don't understand
Bae 👑💜: I'm just scared, okay?
Bae 👑💜: Klaus?
Bae 👑💜: Seriously? You're done talking to me?
Bae 👑💜: You can't just say things like that and not text me back.
Bae 👑💜 is calling
Klaus threw his phone at the wall.
It had been a week since he'd decided to try to ignore Caroline. Once he'd acquired a new phone, he'd called he hybrid he'd made to tell him to text him only on Mondays with short updates unless it was an emergency.
That's why when James texted him on a Wednesday, he got a bad feeling.
James: I know you told me not to contact unless it's an emergency, but your girl just drove herself to the airport. I lost her once she went in, though.
Klaus: Do you know where she's going?
James: As I said, I lost her. I can try to figure it out, though.
Klaus: Please do. Keep me posted.
He sighed, setting the phone back down on the coffee table and pouring himself a drink, lounging back on the couch.
He didn't know how long he'd spent staring into the fire when the doorbell rang.
No one rang the doorbell.
He got up, setting his near-empty glass on the table, and steeled himself for who he was sure was on the other side. Sure enough, Caroline was on his doorstep, sans luggage, and before he could tell her that she should really leave unless she was serious, she reached up and slammed her hand over his mouth. "Don't say a word."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't tear her hand away, which she must have taken as a good sign. "I am not here forever, but it's Thanksgiving break and my mother's working, so I have a few days."
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand gently off his face. "You shouldn't be here. You're still not ready," he pointed out.
"I'm ready to spend break with you, and I'm ready for you to show me New Orleans. Baby steps, Klaus. Please."
He took a deep breath. Could he really let her go after the few days she was here?
Be honest with yourself. You know you'll regret this, but you can't turn her away. Not now.
"Fine. I'll show you to one of the guest bedrooms–"
"You cannot be serious."
"You said baby steps."
"Yeah, like emotional baby steps. I'm pretty sure you love me. I'm pretty sure I'm in denial about loving you. I'm pretty sure that you have ruined me for anyone else, and I'm pretty sure that I want you to take me to your bedroom and fuck me as soon as possible. And then take me to dinner."
"It's only noon," he said without thinking, immediately inwardly wincing at the words.
"Exactly," she said, an impish smile crossing her face.
And then her lips were on his and he was pretty sure that someone made a horrible bureaucratic mistake and sent him to heaven by accident. She pushed him against the nearest wall, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side, her hands running up and down his chest, her fingernails making brief marks against his skin before they healed, making him groan into her mouth.
His hands fell on her hips, squeezing them lightly through her jeans, and he had forgotten how fucking perfect she was. She fit so naturally against him, her lips melding to his like they'd been made for each other, and he picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist, and sped them to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him and pushing her onto the bed. He laid on top of her, capturing her lips again, stroking the soft skin of her abdomen under her blouse with his fingertips.
He kissed down her jaw and neck, his lips and tongue running down to the tops of her breasts peeking out the low neckline, before tugging the garment over her head, throwing it to the side. He unhooked her bra, licking his lips as she shrugged it off, revealing her breasts. He began to kiss and lick down her collarbone again before he flicked his tongue against each of her nipples, scraping them lightly with his teeth, making her arch her back and moan.
He looked up at her as he brushed the creamy skin of her stomach with soft open-mouthed kisses, his lips exploring every inch of her until he got to the waistband of her tight jeans. He unfastened them, sitting up to tug them down her legs and throw them aside, pressing light kisses to her hips and thighs.
She was looking at him in slight wonder, as though she hadn't expected this turn of events (and she probably hadn't, as the last time he'd had her he took her hard and fast against a tree), her eyes dark and wanting. "Klaus," she whispered, a tint of a moan coming through in her tone. "What are you–"
"Shh, love," he mumbled against her skin, nuzzling her hipbone with his nose. "I want to take my time and explore every inch of you."
He gently pushed her legs apart, making her face flush, and brushed his tongue against the lace of her thong. She moaned, her head lolling back against the headboard, and he smirked before tugging the scrap of fabric off of her and giving her pussy a few languid strokes of his tongue. Her hand immediately wound into his hair. "Don't stop, please."
He had no intention of doing so.
He lapped at her slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her against his mouth, and the sounds she was making as he pleasured her. "That feels so good," she breathed, her hands leaving his hair to grip the sheets tightly in her fists.
His tongue swirled around her clit before he continued to tongue-fuck her entrance, his strokes becoming harder and more demanding as he slid his palms underneath her arse to pull her closer to him.
"I'm so close," she panted, and he picked up the speed of his tongue, moaning when she came on his lips, panting out his name.
He withdrew before nuzzling the skin of her hips and side, dropping soft kisses as he moved up to capture her lips again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so that she could taste herself on his tongue.
Her hands moved to rub him through his jeans and he groaned into her mouth, his hands resting on her shoulders, pushing her against the mattress as he bucked against her hand.
She unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock, stroking him languidly, her thumb ghosting over the tip of him to spread precum over his head. He groaned, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder. She spread her legs a bit farther and guided him into her, moaning as he filled her completely.
"You are so beautiful," he muttered, brushing his lips over every inch of her face as he moved slowly, relishing in the feel of her tight, wet heat wrapped around him.
"I want you to come in me."
"Anything you want, love," he promised, his hips moving faster to slam into her in smooth thrusts. "I promise."
She arched her back, tipping her head to the side to let him feast on her neck as he made love to her, and she clenched around him again, gasping.
"I'm so close."
"Come around me love," he said, his lips moving against her neck. "Please."
He bit her neck lightly and she came undone, her hands gripping his shoulders harshly as she moved her hips frantically to meet his, both of them panting as she rode out her orgasm around him, making him spill inside her.
"I love you, Caroline," he mumbled against her neck.
She took a breath, and he covered her mouth with his, pulling back to look at her dark eyes, flushed face, and bashful smile. "Don't say it unless you mean it," he said quietly. "Unless you're ready.
"Soon," she assured him.
He smiled, stiffening as his phone vibrated. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he pulled it towards him, texting Kol back quickly to tell him that under no circumstances was he to bring up what he'd heard unless he wanted a dagger in his chest.
He set the phone back down next to her before rolling back on top of her to kiss her softly, hardening against her thigh. She smiled, scratching his sides, groaning when the phone vibrated again. She was somehow faster to respond and grabbed it.
"You have Kol listed on your phone as 'best brother ever'?" she asked, a bit incredulous.
"He changed all of my contact names," Klaus said, nuzzling her neck before stiffening as she descended into a giggle fit.
"Bae?"
Thank you for that answer, I'll try, I hope isn't too silly: Caroline and Hope are in a beauty pageant. Hope complains to his father of her strongest competition, a very pretty blonde, enthusiastic and control freak, and only until the day of the coronation, Klaus realizes that all this time Hope was talking about Caroline. Boom KC reunion.!
"I hate her, Dad! She's awful."
"Please, do tell me more," Klaus said tiredly, though his sarcasm was completely lost on his irate daughter, who was pacing–stomping, really–back and forth across their newest living room.
They'd moved out of New Orleans after Hayley's "tragic" death (he wasn't going to pretend he hadn't taken at least a small amount of satisfaction from it).
He didn't know if Elijah would ever recover from finding the girl's body on his doorstep with a rather strongly worded note asking him and his family to please leave.
Normally Klaus "I'll make excellent wolf food out of your liver" Mikaelson wouldn't even consider leaving because of a threat.
So he hadn't.
Instead, he decided he'd become bored with the city (all his feelings of nostalgia having been rudely interrupted by Hope's arrival, and that it was time to leave. He resurrected Kol and promptly daggered him (as well as Elijah, and Rebekah), before slaughtering every witch in the area (and some within a few miles of the city). His oldest brother had never really been much fun, and as far as he was concerned, Freya wasn't even family, so they burned with the rest of them.
He'd dragged Hope (and all fifty of her favorite stuffed animals) across the country, and they'd been moving around the country every two or three years since then.
One might wonder why he hadn't taken Hope across the world, and the official answer was that he wanted Hope to have some semblance of roots.
The unofficial one? Well, he'd assured Caroline that he wouldn't track her down again, but that didn't mean he couldn't subtly ensure that should she walk into an international terminal in an airport or across any United States border he'd be immediately notified.
So far, it hadn't happened, so they were stuck in the land of mediocre cuisine, rifles, and insipid reality television for the foreseeable future.
He had spent the last sixteen years, two months, and nine days resisting the urge to track down Caroline and be done with it, but at this point he was really better off just waiting it out.
However, waiting it out seemed to include indulging Hope in her obsession with winning the local beauty pageant in every small town they lived in. It was ridiculous, really. Every year there was some girl that his daughter hated with the pain of a thousand aneurysms simply for being her biggest competition.
This year, it was apparently a perky blonde that had come in out of nowhere with her older brother, and it was the first time Hope had mentioned that she wasn't sure she'd win.
To be clear, Hope always won. His daughter was just naturally talented. At everything.
It came from his side of the family, obviously.
"She's just…She has all the judges wrapped around her finger. I have no idea how she does it. She just like, walks in and smiles and tells them how they should be doing their jobs and they start fawning all over her. It's ridiculous. If I hadn't made sure to drug them all with vervain so that you wouldn't compel me the win behind my back, I would swear they were compelled."
He snorted. "A little vervain wouldn't stop me from compelling you the win, love."
"Well, please do restrain yourself."
"I heard your request the first fifty-four times, Hope. I promise that if you win, it will be on your own merits."
"Good. So, anyway, she's a pretentious bitch and I hate her. The end."
"All right," he said slowly, turning back to his laptop. "Well, I hope you win, love."
"Me too. You're coming, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it," he said distractedly.
"Okay."
Hope was silent for a moment as she sat down on the armchair across from the couch, and he looked up when she cleared her throat. "I was actually wondering if you could help me a bit with the dancing part? She's good. Like, really good."
"I would've thought they'd have given you training. The last time I'd heard, pageants did that."
"This is the first time there's ever actually been a dancing portion specifically. The other times it's just been a general talent section."
"I know. I was there for all of them."
"Yeah, well, I need help. Please?"
"Of course, love. What dance?" he asked, getting up and easily lifting the couch to put it out of the way.
"They gave me a video link for it. Just a second," Hope said, whipping out her phone and loading the video.
All Klaus could think of when he watched was Caroline's haughty voice assuring him that of course she was a good dancer. She happened to have been Miss Mystic Falls.
XXX
He sat in the uncomfortable folding chair fiddling with the program he'd been given at the door while he waited for the pageant to start.
The room was almost completely full, extra audience members squeezing in at the back behind all of the chairs, and he tensed as he saw a face that looked vaguely familiar.
Klaus was good with faces, and over his thousand years of life, he'd learned that there was almost no such thing as a coincidence. He resolved to keep an eye on the man and attempt to enjoy his daughter's performance.
The pageant began, and he watched boredly as the girls paraded on stage, smiling slightly when he saw his daughter before stiffening when he saw the last one enter.
It was Caroline.
There was a flash of recognition in her eyes when she spotted him, but to her credit, she didn't react more than that. She went through the motions of the pageant, giving it what he knew was her practically patented Caroline Forbes' 110% Effort.
When the whole ceremony was done and Caroine was crowned first place, he couldn't help but clap, despite his daughter's eyes practically burning metaphorical holes in the skin of the love of his life.
"What are you doing here?" Caroline hissed at him as soon as she got away from the photos.
"I could ask the same of you."
"I moved here with Enzo earlier this year."
"Why?"
"I don't owe you an explanation, Klaus. You're the one who broke our deal."
"I was here first, love. Trust me."
"Why are you at a beauty pageant then?" she asked, her arms crossed, eyes fiery, and he indulged himself in a small smile before they were interrupted.
"Dad, why are you talking to her?"
"Dad?" Caroline asked. "Oh my god, is Hope your daughter?"
"What was your first clue?" Hope asked nastily, and he wondered, not for the first time, how she hadn't managed to pick up some manners at some point.
The answer was, of course, that it was because he'd daggered Elijah, though Klaus would never admit it.
"The fact that you're clearly demon spawn, obviously," Caroline shot back, and he couldn't help but sigh exasperatedly.
This was not how he'd pictured the first meeting between Hope and Caroline occurring.
"Dad, she's being rude," Hope whined.
"Do you really let her whine like that in public? What kind of father are you?" Caroline asked, and he felt like he should be offended by her clear disdain at his lack of parenting skills, but instead he was just strangely happy she was talking to him at all.
"Hope. Behave."
"Excuse me? Did you just tell me to behave? I am seventeen years old. I am not a child."
"Yes, I did. Caroline is an old friend of mine. I'd appreciate it if you'd mind your manners," he said firmly, and Caroline raised an eyebrow, her lips pressed together as she crossed her arms over her chest, the sash crinkling slightly under the weight of them.
"I'm not your friend."
"Good. I don't have to be nice, then."
"Hope, if you can't be pleasant like an adult, you'll have to take the attitude somewhere else."
His daughter gritted her teeth and stomped off with a toss of her hair, clearly sensing that he was serious. Klaus turned back to Caroline, who still looked completely unimpressed with the conversation.
"Hello, love."
"Why are you here?" she repeated angrily.
"I live here."
"You didn't follow me? You promise?" she asked, and he sensed something more than exasperation. Something like disappointment.
"I promise," he said. "I'm very happy that you're here now, though. I've missed you."
"I didn't mean to run into you, Klaus. It wasn't purposeful."
"Perhaps not. However, while I have you, would you be opposed to a date?"
He saw her suppress a smile as she reached up to adjust her crown before drawing herself up to her full height, her modest heels putting her at his height. "Yes. I would be opposed. I'm happy to get coffee or something as friends, though."
"Deal," he agreed immediately.
She grinned at him. "Tomorrow at eleven? We can go to the coffee place down the street from here."
"All right."
"All right," she echoed, turning to leave.
"Just one question, love, if you don't mind."
"What?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.
"Why are you here competing in a beauty pageant?"
She blushed slightly. "Enzo and I–oh don't make that face, he's just a friend. He's posing as my brother, in fact, not that it's any of your business as you and I are also just friends. Anyway, we made a bet. If I won with no compulsion, he'd let me pick the next destination with no complaining. We're totally going to Hawaii. He hates hot weather."
"Oh," he said, not quite sure how to respond.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Klaus," she said, taking a few steps back towards him to kiss him on the cheek before walking away, and he stood there stunned for at least ten seconds.
"She's the girl from your sketches," Hope said from behind him.
He turned, slightly angry that she'd eavesdropped, and she crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. "I don't know what you see in her. She seems like a bitch."
"I think you'll find that you'll enjoy her company more once you get to know her," he said mildly, though he knew his daughter could hear the undercurrent of danger in his tone from the way she was talking about Caroline.
"Do I have to?"
"Spend time with her, you mean? No, but you have to tolerate her."
"Whatever."
"I love Caroline very much, and I know that you two didn't just get off on the right foot. However, I'd appreciate it if you made an effort," he said quietly. "I think you'll find that you do like her, if you give it a chance."
"Why do you think that?"
"I somehow managed to fall in love with her when I had every reason not to," he said succinctly.
"How does that even happen?"
He looked at the floor and grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "One could probably spend eternity attempting to unravel the mystery that is Caroline Forbes."
And he did.
A/N: Please let me know what you think :)
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-Angie