hey! really like the fics you write, and if you're still taking requests, domestic klaroline please? like they're settled and everything, could be human au or not, with or without babies, thx!
This is a gift for one of my favourite authors @galvanizedfriend--love love love your stories, especially The Wolf...so hope you like this!
(also this is my first time gifting an author on ao3/tumblr so I'm super nervous)
Combined this with another ask of the ask game: wedding+kc fluff. Hope you like it!
“It’s tradition to carry your bride over the threshold, love,” said Klaus, grinning as he ran towards the house, careful not to let Caroline’s veil drag on the ground.
“When you're near the steps of the house, not the entire way from the wedding venue,” said Caroline, her tone half-exasperated and half-amused.
“Not in my world,” said Klaus, swinging her around, and she laughed, her eyes dancing with laughter.
“Klaus, people are going to see. They're going to think we’ve gone mad.”
“We got married,” said Klaus, and he couldn’t help but relish the words. “We’re married, Caroline. You're my wife.”
“I’m aware,” she laughed, kissing his cheek. “I was there.”
“Alright, we’ve reached the house now, now you don’t even have an excuse to tell me to put you down.”
“I suppose not,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips. “Carry me over the threshold, husband of mine.”
“As you wish, my love,” he grinned, and swung open the door, kicking off his shoes and slipping Caroline’s off, setting her down. He quickly grabbed her waist and drew her closer, kissing her with a fervour.
“Klaus,” she said, between kisses, “Nik—mm—listen—we have to—Klaus—”
“Later,” he muttered, his hands working at the pins securing the veil to her hair.
“Niklaus,” Caroline said, her voice breathy, “listen to me.”
“Tradition dictates I have a right to kiss my new wife after I carry her over the threshold,” he murmured, kissing her neck, and Caroline let out a soft laugh.
“You're never been one to stick to tradition, Nik,” she said, her breath hot on his neck. “But if you obviously want to listen to tradition, then I think you should hear one of the other wedding customs there are.”
“Alright, fuck tradition,” Klaus growled, setting her on the couch, ripping off the veil.
“Then you obviously don’t want to take off my garter now? With your teeth?”
Klaus pulled back, a light dancing in his eyes. “Well, if it’s tradition…” he drawled, and Caroline rolled her eyes.
They had mutually decided not to do the garter toss at the wedding (it’s stupid, Klaus, and I don’t want to accidentally flash any of our friends), and had instead decided to do it in their new house (even better, since I’ll get to finish what I started, don’t you agree, love?...Klaus.)
“Skirt up, love,” Klaus smirked, sinking down to his knees. “Since we’re so traditional.”
“Premarital sex is not traditional,” Caroline said, letting out a small gasp as he placed a kiss on her thigh as he looked up at her with dark, lustful eyes.
“I don’t recall hearing any objections,” Klaus replied, lazily snapping the band of the garter against the sensitive skin of her thigh, making her moan. “Lace, love?”
“As if it could be anything else,” Caroline gasped, winding her fingers into his curls when he snagged his teeth onto the lace band. “Just take it off, Klaus.”
“Beautiful thing, this,” Klaus murmured, lazily sliding the garter down to her knees. “Judging by the varieties I've seen, however...black lace. Last summer. Brighton. Shame it didn't go with your dress.”
“If you don’t behave and take it off you'll never see anything like it again.”
Klaus emerged from under her skirt, his hair thoroughly rumpled, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, the white lace garter between his teeth. “Now, I do believe I have a few…traditions…to adhere to.”
“Take me to bed,” Caroline murmured. “Now.”
Thanks for reading! Cheers!
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