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Parisian Entanglements - Chapter 2 - The Guest

Rating: E Word Count: 22,120 (fic) / 10,781 (chapter)

Summary: When Caroline picks up a gift she thinks is from Klaus, she finds herself transported to very unfamiliar territory: Paris, but in the future. For once, she's almost happy to see Klaus.

Now, if only he were wearing pants.

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Hi there anon! Sure, let me find something.

Okay this is from the "Caroline calls Klaus to ask him to help her murder Damon" fic. Elena is getting Married to Damon and the girls are like nah fam.

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"There's no reasoning with Elena, we're not going to do that. We're just going to kill Damon and never speak of him again." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and set it on the table.

Bonnie looked up at her. "I mean, I could do it, but—"

"No!" Caroline negated. "You aren't going to be anywhere near this. You are going to be comforting Elena from a hug fight she and Damon had."

"And where will you be?" Bonnie looked uncertain.

Caroline adjusted her phone on the table a smidge. "Probably chopping Damon into little pieces."

Twisting her lips, Bonnie frowned. "I know Enzo will help, but he's no match for Damon."

"Also a no, I want Enzo completely clear of this. If Elena can personally put him on a plane to Fiji, that would be great."

"Then what's your…" Bonnie trailed off and then gasped. "No!"

"It'll be fine!" Caroline protested.

"That is re-opening the door to chaos!" Her best friend protested.

"I think it's re-opening the door to problem solving and out of the box solutions," Caroline sniffed.

Crossing her arms, Bonnie looked at her judgmentally. "Do you really want to invite that kind of influence back into your life?"

With a sigh, Caroline leaned forward onto the table. "We are all older now, and with the exception of Elena, we have grown up. We are not the people were were. And, as an aside, I want someone that will choose me, not as an afterthought, but as the first fucking option. Maybe I'm wrong, but Klaus always felt like he wanted to be that guy."

"He's a monster." Even saying this, Bonnie uncrossed her arms, slumped in her seat.

Sitting back up, she picked up her phone, fiddled with it. "We're all monsters, Bon. He's just had more time with it. Anyways, that's neither here nor there. What I really need is a murder partner, and that's kind of his MO."

"Alright, it's your crazy plan—that I agree with, for the record—so go ahead, give your murder partner a call." Bonnie gestured towards her.

Caroline stared at her a second. "Now?" she squeaked. She wanted like, five more minutes to work up to it.

"Well, my house is the best place to do it with the silence spells in place," her bestie said reasonably. And she was correct. The last thing she needed was Damon being a creepy eavesdropping weirdo and overhearing his own death plot. Or like, 'Lena dropping by to give Caroline the news in person and overhearing her talking to Klaus.

"Okay. Okay." Unlocking her phone took but a second, and then Caroline was pulling up a contact labeled 🚫 DO NOT DRUNK DIAL 🚫. Well, she'd managed it for three decades. Mashing the dial button, she put the phone to her ear.

holy water cannot help you now

Rated: M Word Count: 4,805

Summary: The week since he last saw Caroline at the gallery has been full of enemies, torture, and a surprising lack of text messages. When Kol comes bearing bad news, Klaus turns to an unexpected caller to help sort out his biggest challenge yet: defeating Caroline's temper.

in tongues and quiet sighs

Rated: M Word Count: 6,634

Summary: Caroline's working vacation to Wales to get away from Mystic Falls takes a turn for the worse when the water in her rental cottage goes rusty. Fortunately her landlord lives just down the lane. There's just one problem she discovers...

Klaus only speaks Welsh.

or How to Fall In Love Through Pantomime and Baked Goods

Klaroline Fic: Vice & Virtue [6/6]

Summary: As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

Chapter 6: The Rake Who Loved Me ✨

"Sir, you have a visitor."

"No," Klaus says, candid and unaffected, not bothering to veer his attention away from his latest work.

It's ridiculous he’s even required to state the obvious out loud at all, seeing as he hasn't welcomed visitors for a fortnight now. He thought he'd made it clear his doors were closed to callers for the foreseeable future when he stopped shaving or getting dressed and started speaking in incoherent grunts. The fact he thrashed half his studio three times out of sheer frustration in the last week alone should've been the final clue into his hostile state of mind, if there was still any cause for doubt. Greta's supposed to know how to read his moods better than this.

"Too late, I'm afraid."

This time it's not his maid who speaks. The mere sound of the male voice makes Niklaus bristle with revulsion, his blood heating up to a boil in the space of a second.

He pulls so hard on the ink-stained rag in his hands it tears.

"I told him you weren't seeing anyone, sir, but he insisted." The emphasis on the last word tells him everything he needs to know. By insisted she means Elijah didn’t wait for a formal invitation, just barged in, as per usual.

One would think that the duke would've learned a thing or two about boundaries after that punch. One would have widely underestimated his hubris.

"I'm not entertaining today," Klaus states firmly, taking a step back to inspect his painting. It 's… awful. Rage usually fuels the best of Klaus' creations, but lately it has been all perspiration and no inspiration. His muse has joined hands with the last of his social skills and forsaken him. His creative mind is just a giant black hole filled with cholera these days. It's been a pain to live inside his head - all darkness and no vision. "Come back some other time," he adds. "Or better yet, never."

Read the full chapter here

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At last! ✨ Can't believe I have finally made it to the finish line with my silly Bridgerton/Regency AU. It's been a crazy ride, and I just want to thank everyone who's been reading, commenting and sending me the loveliest messages about this fic for all of your amazing support. It has meant the world to me and given me back some of my enthusiasm to write. ❤️

A super, super special thank you to @definedareasofuncertainty, who had to put up with me freaking out about this finale, and patiently answered all my questions and read over this chapter multiple times in spite of her extremely busy schedule just to reassure me that it was ok. ❤️

Also thank you to @diaz-eddie for letting me use the stunning, stunning moodboard that has accompanied this story a few times!

As always, your comments, kudos, reblogs and messages means everything to me and are so welcome! I really hope you guys enjoy the finale! ☺️ Thanks so much for reading!

Fic Update: The Wolf IV [09/13]

Surprise update! ✨ This 👉😌👈 girl is on fire! 🔥 -- S04E09 Queen Death

“Here, try this one,” Klaus says, offering a strawberry shortcake to his daughter, perched comfortably on his lap.

Eve’s eyes sparkle as she grabs it with both hands and takes a huge bite, cheeks bulging as she chews. A muffled squeal of delight escapes her, her little feet kicking under the table. “This is so good!”

Klaus beams, pride written all over his face as he watches her.

Caroline should be exasperated. This is easily the most over-the-top display of indulgence Klaus has staged in a long while - not to mention an inhuman amount of sugar to expose a seven-year-old to. And yet…

Her heart swells instead, lips curving into a helpless, tender smile. Affection floods her chest, so full it feels as though it might burst. She spent five long years imagining moments exactly like this. They were what dragged her out of bed each morning, what kept her moving forward when everything else was dark and hope was nothing but a distant mirage. This - them - is what she fought for. What she nearly died for. So her daughter could know her father. So that Klaus could spoil her rotten.

Seeing them together like this makes all the sweat, all the blood, and all the many, many tears worth it.

“Those beignets are from your mother’s favorite café,” Klaus tells Eve, sliding a tray piled high with powdered-sugar clouds closer as though he's unveiling crown jewels. “She’s had a craving for them since you were still inside her belly.”

Caroline’s lips twitch, amusement bubbling up through the warmth in her chest.

Of course he'd tell it like that.

Her pregnancy hadn’t exactly been a pic-nic. Character-building is putting it mildly. She and Klaus spent most of it sparring, trading barbed retorts like they were speaking entirely different languages. The arguments were constant, her stress levels dangerously high for someone supposed to be glowing. But every single time, after the blow-ups, whenever Klaus was particularly infuriating, she’d wake up to a perfectly fresh batch of beignets waiting for her.

Apologies, Klaus Mikaelson-style: no words, just a mountain of fried dough.

-- Anyway, you can read the new chapter here on AO3.

As always, comments, kudos, reblogs, smoke messages etc are very appreciated and feed this overworked part-time fic writer's soul. ❤️ Hope you enjoy it! ✨

I’m way too exhausted by January to actually get my shit together and post tags and warnings here, so check the tags before you read pls. Below are some little short things I posted over the holidays, if you missed them. :)

Down to the Bottom: Klaus is a bit put out. His year has been one monotonous event after another, his decade, really. He’s bored, bloody, and pondering just whose problem he is going to make it when he finds that even he can still be surprised.

Code Blue: Caroline Forbes is never, ever working for Kol Mikaelson again. The jury is still out, on his brother.

I Don’t Wanna Talk: Old vampires are the worst. Paris during Christmas should be magical. Instead, Caroline finds herself dealing with an unwanted acquaintance who just keeps popping up.

All Broken Roads (AO3)

Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Fantasy; Alternate Universe - Magic; Honestly What to Tag This; sentient city; Klaus Soul-Bonded an Eldritch god?; Does it Count as a Threesome if you have Soul-Bonded an Eldritch god?; Caroline Finds Out; Oral Sex; Vaginal Sex; Doggy Style; Let’s Call it Bondage; Outdoor Sex; Dirty Talk; Supernatural Bonds; lots of smut; kol is an idiot; Enzo is Charmed; Magical Tattoos; boyfriend shenanigans

Summary: Enzo showing up on her doorstep with his mystery, dying boyfriend thrown over his shoulder was not on Caroline’s to-do list. Unfortunately, they’ve got history, and saving him means dealing with all the shit she’s spent twenty years avoiding.

“How,” Caroline asked carefully through clenched teeth as she studied the broken highway in front of them. “Did you manage to be secretly fucking the one Mikaleson in the wild?”

Enzo might’ve had the decency to look sheepish, but she’d lost her rear view mirror two months ago and hadn’t managed to find a replacement. So checking her best friend’s face for the apology she hadn’t heard from his mouth yet was impossible. Probably for the best, he wasn’t very well acquainted with shame.

“Just luck,” Enzo said from the back seat, strain keeping his voice tight. “He's very pretty.”

“I am!” Kol slurred next to him. “Very pretty!”

Caroline closed her eyes briefly and rubbed her face. A dying Mikaleson was going to turn the vehicle into a roving target if it hadn't already. There were many things in the world that would like to shorten that family bloodline by one. Her ancient jeep would do its best, but this was a big ask. The afternoon sun was already starting to fade, and while dusk was dangerous, true dark was worse. The wilds were not for the faint of heart. They needed to travel at least twenty miles before any kind of emergency beacon would reach the kind of help that Caroline wasn't emotionally prepared to deal with.

"Enzo, he is bleeding magic and fluid everywhere, which is going to turn my favorite car into a smorgasbord of delights for god-knows-what." She said through clenched teeth. "This plan is messy. I dislike messy plans."

Enzo had the audacity to sound amused. "This is your only car."

klarolineautumnexchange

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Klaroline Fic: The Wolf IV [7/13]

Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well. -- S04E07 Bag of Cobras 🐍

This is for Eve, Klaus tells himself as he pours cold blood from a bag into his crystal tumbler.

She is worth every sacrifice, he repeats like a mantra even as his stomach gives one slow, mournful twist.

It's all for Eve.

He's almost losing his appetite.

Feeding from a bag every now and then, in times of utmost necessity, is one thing. Making a habit of it, however, goes against every primal instinct he has.

And yet, here he is.

It was Caroline’s one condition for allowing Eve to return to New Orleans.

No feeding from the staff. No compelling mindless tourists to wander into the courtyard for a snack. No slashing wrists at the dinner table. If you want our daughter back here, we need some ground rules.

He had been adamantly against leaving Eve in the care of an elderly werewolf in the swamp, but Caroline's resolve was iron and - frankly, it was hard to argue her point. Eve has never seen a vampire feed before. She is aware of the principle, but there is a chasm between knowing your parents drink human blood and witnessing its gory reality.

She is not yet old enough to understand what they are, not in all its grisly, obscure details. And the truth is Klaus isn't sure he wants her to. It's a farce, perhaps even a cruel one, but he is not yet ready to surrender the unfiltered trust she has in him. The illusion of who he is in her eyes. She sees only a man who loves her fiercely. Not a monster.

Klaus hasn't been just a man in a very long time. He didn't think he'd ever want to be one again. But it is unexpectedly refreshing. Something he is yet to tarnish. Someone he is yet to disappoint. A relationship he is yet to destroy. Makes him want to preserve it, protect it, for as long as he can.

Someday, likely sooner rather than later, the illusion will shatter. But it doesn't have to be just yet.

Caroline has done a marvelous job of keeping the wicked truths of their existence out of Eve's sight for seven years, protecting her innocence in a world that tends to grind gentle things into dust. Klaus should be able to stomach a few rules.

That doesn't mean he has to enjoy them. Read the full chapter here -- Another billion years, another update. 🤡 No, this story is not abandoned. I intended to get to the end of it if it's the last thing I do (might as well be). Anyway, life has been chaotic and troubled and I've been on an anxiety frenzy. I hope this isn't a total garbage. Thanks very much for @definedareasofuncertainty who kindly took time out of her very busy schedule trying to be productive to the society by becoming a doctor to read this. 🥲🙏 As always, your comments/reblogs/kudos/messages give me life and keep my mind from spiraling completely. I'd v much appreciate it if you could contribute to keeping me determined to write instead of resorting to something more dramatic while life is busy and complicated. Thansk to those of you who have no yet lost hope on this fic 🙏

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Singer Caroline Forbes decides she has a thing or two to say about her break-up with famous actor Klaus Mikaelson. And apparently she is going to say them all through an album release on his Birthday.

Or: an entire fic written through tweets and Klaroline seen through the eyes of their fans if they were a famous (ex)couple

Read here <3

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Klaroline Autumn Exchange 2025

The nights grow colder and the sun sets earlier. Ember ashes from bonfires flicker in the sky as the smell of apple cider and pumpkin spice linger. A cardigan draped across Caroline’s shoulders while Klaus turned the pages of stories not yet told. Some of them are like strolling through a pumpkin patch while others are a hot cup of coffee on a rainy night. Then there are those that are nightmares hiding in the darkness. Leaves turn, change and fall. It's the time of coffee shops, harvests and dancing under the moon. It's time for the Klaroline Autumn Exchange.

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Fic: Rook, Bishop, Knight, King

Summary: Klaus is getting married.

To everyone's shock and concern, the Mikaelsons agree to put their differences aside for one night in honor of the occasion.

Five stops. Four brothers. One bachelor bash no one will ever forget (no matter how hard they try).

Featuring: decades of unresolved issues packed into six poorly planned hours, Kol at the helm of the chaos, weaponized party planning, Finn (for some reason) and rare moments of affection they will all promptly deny.

There will be blood. There will be booze. And maybe, just maybe, there will also be grace.

[AH!AU. Kol!POV.] Read the full story here ✨

Match My Heart to Yours

Summary: Enzo has an plan. Caroline has some serious doubts, because first all, werewolf, hot or not. Alpha, even. A political marriage to a man with his dimples seems like a terrible idea.

Tags: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson; Caroline Forbes & Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John; Caroline Forbes; Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John; Klaus Mikaelson; Rebekah Mikaelson; Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Alternate Universe - Witches; BFF Time; Whats A Little Magic Between Friends; Magic; Matchmaking; What To Do When You Friend Sets You Up With That Hot Alpha; Fluff; Male-Female Friendship

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Chapter One

Someone was knocking on her front door.

Caroline squinted across her living room, but she’d pulled the blinds at some point last night. Next to her elbow, the coffee percolated cheerfully, and she debated satisfying her curiosity over her need to offset her hangover with caffeine. She wasn’t expecting company, and none of her neighbors would break small town social etiquette to knock on anyone’s door this early. Wrinkling her nose, she decided eight AM on a Sunday was too early for surprises.

She’d only crawled out of bed because of Enzo's snoring. A side effect of the bourbon he’d consumed, a point tipsy-Caroline had forgotten. Since kicking him repeatedly hadn’t done any good, and suffocating him with a pillow would put her minus a best friend, Caroline begrudgingly rolled out of bed and staggered into the bathroom to wash her face and brush post-tequila horror out of her mouth, a mental promise to furnish her guest room asap.

Pressing her knuckles to her forehead, Caroline was fervently thankful she’d stopped at that last shot. Her head hurt, her stomach was twisted into stress knots and the only reason she wasn’t pacing was because that would likely make her head hurt worse. Last night’s discussion had been enough of an emotional roller coaster, what she needed now was quiet, a pad and pen, and the chance to make several pro/con lists before Enzo woke up. She could manage that even with a minor hangover.

It could have been so much worse.

Match My Heart to Yours

Summary: Enzo has an plan. Caroline has some serious doubts, because first all, werewolf, hot or not. Alpha, even. A political marriage to a man with his dimples seems like a terrible idea.

Tags: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson; Caroline Forbes & Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John; Caroline Forbes; Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John; Klaus Mikaelson; Rebekah Mikaelson; Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Alternate Universe - Witches; BFF Time; Whats A Little Magic Between Friends; Magic; Matchmaking; What To Do When You Friend Sets You Up With That Hot Alpha; Fluff; Male-Female Friendship

Please remember that A03 has been set to private, you will need to be logged in to access the new update.

Chapter One

Someone was knocking on her front door.

Caroline squinted across her living room, but she’d pulled the blinds at some point last night. Next to her elbow, the coffee percolated cheerfully, and she debated satisfying her curiosity over her need to offset her hangover with caffeine. She wasn’t expecting company, and none of her neighbors would break small town social etiquette to knock on anyone’s door this early. Wrinkling her nose, she decided eight AM on a Sunday was too early for surprises.

She’d only crawled out of bed because of Enzo's snoring. A side effect of the bourbon he’d consumed, a point tipsy-Caroline had forgotten. Since kicking him repeatedly hadn’t done any good, and suffocating him with a pillow would put her minus a best friend, Caroline begrudgingly rolled out of bed and staggered into the bathroom to wash her face and brush post-tequila horror out of her mouth, a mental promise to furnish her guest room asap.

Pressing her knuckles to her forehead, Caroline was fervently thankful she’d stopped at that last shot. Her head hurt, her stomach was twisted into stress knots and the only reason she wasn’t pacing was because that would likely make her head hurt worse. Last night’s discussion had been enough of an emotional roller coaster, what she needed now was quiet, a pad and pen, and the chance to make several pro/con lists before Enzo woke up. She could manage that even with a minor hangover.

It could have been so much worse.