KC Frosted Festival Gift Exchange 2021 - Gifter Reveals
We have reached the end of our guessing period, all of our fantastic creators are revealed. Now is the time to show all of the submissions some love at 2021 KC Frosted Gift ExchangeÂ
A special spotlight to our amazing pinch hitters @highgaarden and @queencarolinemikaelson for answering the call for help and providing some excellent gifts. May we reach the hall of exchange fame for having a pinch gifter.
And a round of applause goes to @misssophiachase, @definedareasofuncertainty, @klarolinesbuttons, @sekretny13, @diaz-eddie for their guidance and additional help. This truly was a team effort and they went above and beyond as volunteers. We appreciate you!
It goes without saying that we are so proud of everyone who participated but a huge thank you to all members of this yearâs frosted exchange. They churned out 28 gifts, each incredible and unique. The talent and love poured into our event is plain to see and heartening for kc shippers near and far. We look forward to seeing fandom enjoy these gifts with for a long time.
We encourage everyone to support all the marvelous gifts with kudos and join us in the comments. Everyone has worked so hard and their effort deserves our reciprocation.
Click Below for a Masterlist of Gifts!
The list will be sorted by gift category, and then alphabetized by tumblr username:
Gifs
@arrenemris | arrenemris made a gift for coveredinthecolors
@destellolunar | destellolunar made a gift for austennerdita2533
Playlists
@purplesigebert | gabbycb15 made a gift for theoriginalcheeesecake
@sekretny13 | sekretny made a gift for brophigenia
Edits
@diaz-eddie | remaininlight made a gift for lilyintheskywithdiamonds
@heatherstyles | heatherstyles13 made a gift for misssophiachase
Fanfic
@austennerdita2533 | austennerdita2533 made a gift for recklessnesspersonified
@bellemorte180 | bellemorte180 made a gift for labime
@books4eva180 | books4eva180 made a gift for targaryenkaz
@brophigenia | brophigenia made a gift for arrenemris
@celestewrote | celestewrites made a gift for heatherstyles13
@darkestgrays | klarrolines made a gift for bellemorte180
@definedareasofuncertainty | coveredinthecolors made a gift for sekretny
@helpfulfairy | helpfulfairy92 made a gift for gabbycb15
@helpless-in-sleep | perfectpro made a gift for kawaiikitsune13
@highgaarden | but_seriously made a gift for klarrolines
@klarolincs | bigbadw0lf made a gift for celestewrites
@labime | labime made a gift for destellolunar
@laufire | laufire made a gift for lynyrdlionheart
@lilyfancies | lilyintheskywithdiamonds made a gift for certifiedceraunophile
@lynyrdwrites | lynyrdlionheart made a gift for remaininlight
@misssophiachase | misssophiachase made a gift for tnapki
@recklessnesspersonified | recklessnesspersonified made a gift for perfectpro
@slstmaraudersjple | slstmaraudersjple made a gift for helpfulfairy92
@strangenightsofdaydreams | kawaiikitsune13 made a gift for bigbadw0lf
@targaryenkaz | targaryenkaz made a gift for slstmaraudersjple
@tnapki | tnapki made a gift for laufire
@queencarolinemikaelson | theoriginalcheeesecake made a gift for books4eva180
Please use the exchange tag kcfrostedexchange here if you post your gift on tumblr so we can be sure to reblog it đ„
KC Frosted Festival Gift Exchange 2021 - Gifter Reveals
We have reached the end of our guessing period, all of our fantastic creators are revealed. Now is the time to show all of the submissions some love at 2021 KC Frosted Gift ExchangeÂ
A special spotlight to our amazing pinch hitters @highgaarden and @queencarolinemikaelson for answering the call for help and providing some excellent gifts. May we reach the hall of exchange fame for having a pinch gifter.
And a round of applause goes to @misssophiachase, @definedareasofuncertainty, @klarolinesbuttons, @sekretny13, @diaz-eddie for their guidance and additional help. This truly was a team effort and they went above and beyond as volunteers. We appreciate you!
It goes without saying that we are so proud of everyone who participated but a huge thank you to all members of this yearâs frosted exchange. They churned out 28 gifts, each incredible and unique. The talent and love poured into our event is plain to see and heartening for kc shippers near and far. We look forward to seeing fandom enjoy these gifts with for a long time.
We encourage everyone to support all the marvelous gifts with kudos and join us in the comments. Everyone has worked so hard and their effort deserves our reciprocation.
Not All Guns and Roses by @recklessnesspersonified for kcfrostedexchange
A marriage of convenience among two rivals and friends with benefits. Will it end in roses or would it go up in flames.
Mafia Au with arranged marriage. A little angst with a happy ending.
For @austennerdita2533 - kc frosted exchange 2021 | @klarolineseason
Evermore [ao3]
Cold.
The cold feeling of the empty castle, of the everlasting snow lying on the gardens and the solitude of his vacant home. Cold, like his heart, like the Enchantress muttered he was.
All Klaus has felt since the Enchantress knocked on his door all those years ago was cold.
Until her.
Until the striking blonde-haired woman entered his life, with eyes that reminded him of the vast ocean.
Days started to fill with laughter and adventures. Evenings filled with shared tea and quiet reading.
Until he no longer hid in the shadows, and could hold her in his arms, dancing the night away.
Until Caroline. The girl who restored his hope by breaking the curse, loving him as much as he loves her.
With Caroline, all Klaus feels is warmth. Warmth in the crease of her lips, in her bright eyes and their intertwined hands. Her loveâs clear and ever-present. Her love lights up his dark and cold world. The warmth she brings melts away the loneliness that has covered him for years.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Carolineâs voice brings him out of his thoughts.
âYou.â
Caroline scoffs, rolling her eyes. âSure. But really - what else are you thinking about?â
âThatâs it. Youâre in all the thoughts,â he smiles.
âYouâre ridiculous.â She laughs then meets his eyes, maybe to see if heâs telling the truth. She shooks her head. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
âIâve no idea. You married quite the disaster, Iâm afraid.â
âI knew that from the first day I met you.â She leans down kissing his lips for a short second and then his nose. Klaus canât help but reach for her hand, leading her closer to him as he tries not to get lost in her ocean eyes. In a blink, his lips are on hers.
His free hand gently cups her face as the other moves to rest on her lower back. The kiss is soft and everything he thought it would be and more. Kaus feels her arms wrap around him as her hands clasp on his clothes.
And thereâs nowhere else in the world he would rather be in than be in this moment, kissing her back with everything in him.
He doesnât know when he understood ; was it on the riverâs shore, when her foot broke the water and she watched it ripple ? Was it the day he witnessed her crying for the first time, in her motherâs hut, her eyes red and her lip trembling ?
More accurately, he doesnât know how he realised. He knows itâs years later, as he dances with her and she avoids his eyes ; it comes over him all at once, a wave that hits him right in his dead, unbeating heart.
And the wave hits, again and again, every time he finds her again ; and as the wave hits, he remembers how it went down the times before.
It all began in Mystic Falls, of course. Everything began in that cursed place.
***
1001 A.D
Henrik tugged on his sleeve, his youthfulness still exuberant, and pointed at the girls who were weaving under the tree.
Niklaus could understand the admiration, as he knew that boysâ fingers were too rough from heavy labour to weave as quickly and gracefully as the girls, who had spent time bending their long fingers and practicing. Niklaus could understand the admiration, although his interest lay dormant ; he spared them a glance, but did not recognise any of the girls, and so he did not care for them.
He saw her quickly enough : laughing at something her friend said, their arms tangled together as they observed the flowers a little boy was presenting them. He had never seen her friend before, but she had many and changed favourites often - it was easy for her to do so, he realised, in friendship or in love.
But that was Tatiaâs way, and he had gotten used to it.
He caught her eye, then, and she freed her arm from her friendâs (she was blonde, he noticed, with the bluest eyes heâd ever seen. They were sparkling with knowledge, or something of the sort, and as their eyes crossed he thought that maybe something had changed. The feeling didnât last long, though, for Tatiaâs touch brought him back).
When she led him to the woods, he forgot that Henrik had been standing right next to him.
When she allowed him to push her against a tree, he forgot all that he ever knew (except for a shade of blue and the shape of an eye, but that he would never tell).
The sun had fallen and the stars had risen when he entered his familyâs hut; inside, he found Esther and Rebekah, drinking tea with Tatiaâs latest friend. He was surprised, to say the least, and even more so as he realised that Henrik was sitting on the girlâs knees.
That was the day he tasted her name for the first time.
playlist for nutcracker suite đ
a gift to @brophigenia for kcfrostedexchange âïž
quotes from the fic paired with lyrics under the cut
1. A Long Way Past the Past - Fleet Foxes
And I can't let go of a lot I've left
I'm holding nothing but what I kept
And it all got dimmer each passing step
Now she watched the peerage laugh and dance all around her and felt utterly, completely, alone.
2. Walking on a String - Matt Berninger and Phoebe Bridgers
I knew that I was dead before you touched my lonesome skin
You're never running out of ways to warm your way back in [âŠ]
To my lonesome soul and take it
His hand is still as hot as a brand when it envelops hers, and she can barely stand to look at him as he leads her out to the center of the dancers.
3. The Dress Looks Nice On You - Sufjan Stevens
I can see a lot of life in you
I can see a lot of bright in you
And I think the dress looks nice on you
In my dreams you are clothed in starlight, she remembered him saying, and bit her lip as she raked her eyes over this newest dress which made her look as if she were clothed in the stars themselves.
Interlude I: Patience - The Lumineers
4. The Paper Kites - Bloom
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you
Shall I write it in a letter?
Caroline, [âŠ] I sent you the gown because I admire you greatly, and wanted, selfishly, not just to please you but to see you in something that I felt would do your beauty justice.
5. From Eden - Hozier
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know [âŠ]
there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Klausâ [âŠ] You say all of these things and your eyes are so kind and your hands scorch me, your touch scorches meâ I hate you half of the time and then you go and do something ridiculous like send the Northâs armies for me, all for me, like thatâs something a new king can do, youâre so ridiculous and I canât stop thinking about you.
Interlude II: The Golden Hour â Louie Zong
6. No Oneâs Gonna Love You â Band of Horses
If things start splitting at the seams and now
It's tumbling down hard
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
And now here she found herself, on the eve of her twenty-third birthday, traitorously hoping that there would be a large box anonymously delivered to her rooms before it was time to go down to the ball being thrown for her birthday.
7. For You to Be Here - Tom Rosenthal
Mama says it's gonna get cold in the night
But if I picture you then I'll be alright
I am ready, I am ready for you to be here
Finally, as the night winds down and she thinks that Klaus will stay away from her for the whole ball, he appears like some stately vision before her.
8. Ends of the Earth - Lord Huron
Please don't say I'm goin' alone
To the ends of the earth, would you follow me?
There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see
âWhy not?â She demanded, in a tone harsher than she meant, because he had never denied her anything beforeâ she had never asked for anything before, he had always given freely to her what was his to give.
9. Transatlantique - Beirut
Midnight surrounds you with moonlight makes you proud
Last night oh, we were running around, oh-oh
All along, I was your home
Klaus went utterly still, eyes searching her face, and then he laughed, the sound a little strangled, a little unpracticed, and as she dragged him down to kiss him she thought that it was okay he was a little unused to joy.
After three years of not hearing from his estranged wife, Klaus is served with divorce papers. Not ready to let go of his marriage and the love of his life, he demands a sit down meeting between him, Caroline and their attorneys. Yet, not everything is simple. Love is messy and complicated but even the most broken of foundations can be repaired.
Gift for @lynyrdwrites (2 of 2), as part of the KC Frosted Exchange organized by @klarolineseason
âAs I lay dying upon the battlefield,
Odinâs ravens circling above,
I see your valiant self approach,
Gleaming silver armor and shield,
Hardening your gentle features,
A bloodied sword in your hand.
But as you kneel beside me,
Smiling softly,
Holding me in your warm arms,
A loverâs comfort,
I begin to weep,
Not with tears of sadness,
For my death,
But with tears of joy,
For my life,
That will begin forever with you,
In the noble jeweled palace of Valhalla.â
C Wolff.
[Caption: various images to set the mood for the aesthetic, accompanied by the poem seen above. The set includes a blonde woman in armor carrying a sword, with her face outside the picture; Klaus lying in water with a cut in his neck and marked veins, as he was in The Originals when Davina cut off his connection to his sire line; Silas taking Caroline appearance and putting her hands on Klausâ face, as well as his reaction to it, looking up at her while he was sick; an image of a skull with horns covered by a coat of fur in the winter; viking weapons -sword, shield, arrows, a helmet- lying in the snow; and the front of a viking ship, like a dragon with its jaws open.]
seasons (waiting on you)
kc frosted exchange gift fic for the lovely @darkestgrays
It is always odd, the way these things go.
Blood, maybe.
A soul bond, definitely.
A quick cut of the eyes across a crowded room.
A mouthful of sharp teeth.
A heart full of want.
The stories are all one and the same.
And they all begin with someone walking into a room.
â
Once, in a diner somewhere:
Writer walks in. Writer is disgruntled, behind on his latest novel, needs a coffee and a caring hand. His hair hasnât been touched by a comb in three days. There is a cut on his wrist, though he does not remember how that had happened.
Waitress swoops behind the till. She is juggling two coffees and a plate greasy with bacon and eggs, which she passes off to someone else, barks a quick order to get it to table seven. She is as organized as her hair is obedient: it is tucked back into a ponytail, swinging in the air like a lasso free and loose, about to latch onto some poor unsuspecting animalâs neck. And coiled-yellow. Her hair is so yellow.
A bit like the suâ
âI think youâre an Americano, no sugar kind,â she says as he reaches the counter. âVery dramatic sweater, by the way.â
âDo I know you?â he asks, affronted. It is a new sweater, charcoal grey with rigid black stitching, and quite nice thank you very much.
âNo, but Iâll know you,â she says, and how presumptuous she isâthe thought is interrupted by her handwriting: in graceful, practiced movements she wraps up his order with her sprawling penmanship, efficient strokes and careless bends, spelling out his name. He has not given her his name. He is sure. âYou wanted this to go, right? See you tomorrow.â
Klaus blinks at the offered bag. He doesnât remember if heâd even specified, but somehow manages to ask, rather dazedly, âAnd what makes you think Iâll come back?â
She peers at him. Her eyes look beyond him, and for a moment she forgets who she is. âBut you always do.â
Klausâs hand moves of its own accord, reaching out through the space floating between them to grasp the bag â his thumb presses firm on the side of her hand, and how he looks at herâit is as if he forgets himself, too, when he says: âI will. I promise.â
Blue eyes meet blue.
A second bleeds into two.
Her lips part.
His mouth curls.
Somewhere, in the distance, mountains shiver and a long-forgotten question lingers in the air, like a half-remembered dream.
All you have to do isâ
Sound rushes back into the room. It bangs on the counters jolting them awake. The waitress with the nametag âHELLO, MY NAME IS Carolineâ frowns. âThat⊠will be four dollars, thirty cents.â
âKeep the change,â Klaus says distractedly. His thumb presses firm around his coffee.
â
And sometimes, even like this:
There is a girl on the platform, running. Her shoes are worn, her clothes are air-light. Her hair streams behind her in bursting coils, the color of sun fragments, of goldâthere are snowflakes falling but they melt, never touching her. It might have something to do with the blood on her neck.
He is sitting on a bench, reading Metamorphoses. His watch ticks where itâs clipped around his wrist. Itâs almost two, and his hybrids are late. Heâs angry, or hungry, or maybe both â he hasnât decided yet. What he has decided, of course, was that two hybrids would have to go today. There will be room for more.
Steam whistles, metal screeches and grinds, and the smell of blood bursts in the air.
He looks up.
Two platforms away, the girl barely manages to catch her train. The door slides shut behind her, she slumps down. Through the window and a window and another window she sees him, book limp in his hand, eyes startled, Ovid quite forgotten.
The train starts to move, he starts to get upâ
They never see each other again.
â
Or even:
âI need your blood.â
âYou always need my blood.â
Caroline is sitting on his bed, glasses low on the bridge of her nose. She is smiling, wan. Her hair twirls golden around her, piled up into a bun. Light streams through the window and catches on some loose strands: they glint like the sun. Klaus stands at the foot of his bed, hands tucked into his pockets, frowning deep. âThat was one time, sweetheart.â
âAn act of kindness on my part,â she says, one eyebrow raised, âbeyond what youâre actually due.â
Klaus sighs. He knows how this will go. He will probably have to grovelâhe never knows with Caroline, volatile as she is. A thousand years on this earth has not been kind to her. He wonders if she wishes for death, he wonders how bored she must be. He wonders how she hasnât just figured out how to just die by now. âHow do I acquit myself, then?â
âYou donât,â Caroline says flatly. She stretches her limbs. Strong, lithe, graceful. Her nails are not painted. They are chewed and bitten. He is surprised by this. When one says Original Vampire, one does not think of imperfection, especially inflicted upon oneself. Quite suddenly he wonders what her fingers taste like between tongue and teeth.
He thinks of Stefan on his deathbed, Stefan choking on his own bile, Tylerâs bite festering away on his neck. âHow do I gain another favor?â
Caroline tilts her head.
She looks as if she is measuring the lines of him, the way her eyes dart. Sizing him up. Testing his worth.
Cataloging him.
Pinning him down to a board, like a dead butterflyâdried up, drawn, diagrammed.
Klaus hates her, he decides.
âAre you sure you want to know the answer to that?â Caroline asks, both eyebrows raised now.
No, he thinks.
âYes,â he says.
Klaus wonders why he is always Caroline-bait. Why he is the one Caroline is fascinated with.
âThe doppelganger,â Caroline brings up conversationally, with the air of someone picking imaginary lint off their shoulder. âHowâs she doing?â
Klaus clenches his fists, hidden behind pressed denim.
One day, he thinksâ
â
âIâll kill her,â Caroline growls, face in the dirt, blood in her teeth. Her chin is scraped raw against the stone of the floor: sheâd been thrown in with such force she tastes blood in the back of her throat. It almost replenishes her. Almost. Her wrists are bound in vervain-soaked rope, and her cheerleading uniform is in tatters. She hasnât eaten in days.
âYou and me both,â says her cellmate wearily.
Caroline eyes the way his bones seem to peek through the skin of his wrist. âHow long have you been here?â
He casts her a sidelong glance. âThatâs a depressing question.â
âSorry.â
âItâs alright.â
âSo.â
âYes.â
âGot a name?â
âDoes it matter?â he asks. âWeâre about to die.â
Caroline mulls this over. âIt matters to me. Youâll die first, I think. Wouldnât you want someone to remember you?â
He looks at her, then. His eyes are so, so blue. She spies a speckle of moles on his neck, hidden behind the grey collar of his henley shirt. She wonders what color it was originally. âI used to think that being forgotten was the worst thing in the world.â
Caroline shuffles back, leans against the wall, rests her bloodied scalp against green-mossed brick. She tries not to think of what the damp will do to her hair. âItâs not?â
Her cellmate breathes a laugh through his nose. He is still looking at her. For some reason, she thinks of the sway and dip of a large hall, of a dress with too long a train, of being dipped and turned and twirled and breathless and young. So, so, young. Sheâs not felt that way in years.
âNo,â he answers. He closes his eyes, and doesnât elaborate.
â
âThe worst thing about having you,â Klaus confesses, âis knowing that at any minute you might disappear.â
âIâd hate to be predictable,â Caroline responds airily. As if thatâs enough of a balm to the quiver of his heartbeat whenever she so much as breathes around him.
They are in the forest.
Theyâre always in the forest.
She walked into the clearing where he is burying twelve witches for her, her wrists cramped from endless wringing. His shoulders are sore. He has not felt this tired in a long, long time.
âAre you done yet?â she demands, and he has to take in a sharp breath so he does not plunge the tip of the shovel into her perfect, smooth abdomen.
âClearly,â he says back waspishly. âCanât you count?â
âTwelve graves.â She looks approving. âBonnie didnât die for nothing, then.â
The ground beneath them hums with the sort of energy that comes from blood spilled too soon, from a life ended too young. From magic, interrupted. From love, unbloomed. He wonders if itâs her, or him. Theyâll never tell, that much is certain.
âWe have to stop meeting like this,â he grunts, and packs the last of the earth over the mound covering broken bones and bloodied necks. âHow about coffee, one of these days?â
Caroline doesnât answer.
He turns to look at her. He is sweaty and disarmed and too fucking old for this. He should have had his hybrids do the dirty work, but Caroline had been crying earlierâ
âWhat?â he asks of the look in her eyes.
Caroline blinks.
âWhat? â he orders, now.
âNothing,â she says, belatedly. âI could have swornâŠâ she trails off and looks to the side. Her cheeks redden. He is struck at how young she looks. But then again, she is only a baby vampire. Too young to know the meaning of death. True death.
He glances at the graves. Twelve.
True death indeed.
âCouldâve sworn?â he prompts.
Her eyes look far away. âIânothing.â
Klaus turns back to the graves, pretends he misses a spot. His movements are practiced, like heâs done this before. Muscle memory tells him he has, but he is rational enough to know the truth of things.
And the truth of things, is that he isâ
â
âWeâve met before,â Klaus says, crouched low like a predator, teeth bared like a killer.
âHave we?â
âOf course,â Klaus answers, as if itâs obvious. âYou may not remember. You were supposed to be my sacrifice for the ritual.â
âOh,â Caroline says, frowning, like she hasnât got a huge, gaping bite festering away on her neck or anything. âRight.â
He bends over her on her bed. He looks out of place in her room: like tar smeared against pavement, like blood welling in a nearly healed wound. âWell, I donât know you, so.â
âBut,â Klaus says, and he doesnât know why he fucking says thisâ âIâll know you. If I heal you, I presume youâll leave town and itâll be a few more decades until I see you again.â
Caroline doesnât look at him. âAnd what makes you think Iâll come back?â
Klaus reaches for herâis surprised when she lets him turn her face to his. His palm curves around the column of her neck, he feels the softness of her cheek, juxtaposed by the sharp cut of her jawline against his wrist.
âBut you always do,â he says, almost like a vow. âYou always do.â
Caroline closes her eyes. Sheâs dying, but not dead yet. Her lips move wordlessly. He watches the way they move in fascination. Is she praying? What an odd little vampire.
His hand is still around her neck.
He could choke her, if he wanted.
He could heal her, if she asked.
He waits.
He feels, on some distant plane, that he is always doing this.
âIf you let me die,â she says, eyes still closed, âIâll come back and haunt you.â
âOh, love,â he breathes, and leans in closeâcrushes his lashes to hers, warms her forehead against his, brushes his lips against the defiant downturn of her mouth, âPromise me that.â
âI will.â At last, her eyes open. âI promise.â
Blue eyes meet blue.
A second bleeds into two.
Her lips part.
Ready for his wrist, the one heâs just offered to her.
He would call her utterly presumptuous if he wasnât so utterly charmed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson
Characters: Caroline Forbes, Klaus Mikaelson
Additional Tags: Drabble, Post-Canon, Canon Divergence
Summary:
Caroline goes to New Orleans for the Holidays and even amidst the busy streets, itâs with clarity that she knows Klaus is what sheâs been looking for.
Heâs probably always been.
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A little drabble gift I wrote for the KC Frosted Exchange by @klarolineseason for @celestewrote! Lovely Ness, hope you enjoyed this stolen moment of Klaroline in NOLA.
Hope youâve been having an amazing start to the year!đ„ł Much love.
My edit and short drabble gift to my beloved giftee, Cristyđ€ @misssophiachase for the KC Frosted Exchange!! Thank you @klarolineseason for organising this event!! I had so much fun in my first exchange and it means so much to međ€
Summary :
Rumour has it that an unusual alliance has been formed between the witches and the hybrids in the supernatural circle of Mystic Falls. In a sudden turn of events, Her Royal Majesty, Queen Caroline, has announced a newly formed alliance with Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid. As queen of the witch realm, Queen Caroline has picked a side in the supernatural war and it is the winning side of course. A different kind of spark has formed between them as they started working closely to keep the peace in the supernatural circle. Will this alliance be a wise move for them and the kingdom? Will they be able to form a strong alliance despite their deep hatred towards each other? Well as the saying goes, âkeep your friends close and your enemies closer."Â
