Klarowinter Bingo

A Klaroline bingo event with a wintertime theme

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Klarowinter Bingo Master List

That’s a wrap! Thank you to everyone who participated in Klarowinter Bingo, 2022. Here’s the complete list of everyone’s fabulous Klaroline creations:

Clever Fool by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672193350700580864/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinterbingo

By Some Good Pleasure by @kiaraalexisklay​ https://kiaraalexisklay.tumblr.com/post/672239872285835264/by-some-good-pleasure

Upgrade by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672281419841748992/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinter-bingo-event

Between Reality and Madness - Chapter Two by @eliliyah https://eliliyah.tumblr.com/post/672381129542844416/klaroline-harry-potter-fusion-update

Dine with the Devil by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672496137688711168/authors-note-this-was-written-for-the

The Fine Art of Being a Dumbass by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672562776759205889/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinterbingo

Suspense and Sensibility by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672677772936806402/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinterbingo

Courtly Coup by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672774644953153536/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinterbingo

Frozen Hearts Still Beat by @eliliyah https://eliliyah.tumblr.com/post/672893181637115904/klaroline-fairy-tale

Good Things Come in Threes by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/672931670472654848/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinterbingo

Ice Weddings by @1jemmagirl22​ https://1jemmagirl22.tumblr.com/post/673406649333088256/this-is-my-attempt-at-a-drabble-for

Come to Your Senses - Chapter One by @eliliyah https://eliliyah.tumblr.com/post/673545291783454720/no-humanity-caroline-fic

Resuscitate by @kiaraalexisklay​ https://kiaraalexisklay.tumblr.com/post/673658417727094784/resuscitate

Cue the Confetti by @kiaraalexisklay​ https://kiaraalexisklay.tumblr.com/post/673670663828029440/flying-was-the-best-part-well-the-sensation-of

Come to Your Senses - Chapter Two by @eliliyah https://eliliyah.tumblr.com/post/673844887650713600/no-humanity-caroline-update

‘Canter’ Offer by @supremeuppityone​ https://supremeuppityone.tumblr.com/post/674204729898860544/this-was-written-for-the-klarowinterbingo

AITA For Not Warning My Ex-Fiancé’s Current Fiancées About The Poison Ivy She Thought Was Mistletoe In Her Bouquet? by @kiaraalexisklay https://kiaraalexisklay.tumblr.com/post/674943600812015616/image-tagged-in-the-reddit-comment-creator

[kiaraalexisklay]

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AITA For Not Warning My Ex-Fiancé’s Current Fiancées About The Poison Ivy She Thought Was Mistletoe In Her Bouquet?

Original Post:

WeddingInJunePlanner’92writes:

Before you come after me let me explain – my ex and I have been over for over five years. More to the point he was coward and broke up with me rather than actually have to face his emotions and, ugh, yeah. Six years of love and situations that would break anyone but I felt made us stronger, and he breaks our engagement with some vague excuse and walked away. Months of being ghosted and then his lawyer brother mailed a freaking cease and desist at trying to contact him! Getting the hint – finally - it took years to try and rebuild, and I focused on my job. I had been an event planner, and I finally got on with an exclusive event planning company.

So, fast forward to three months ago, and wedding season was supposed to be arrive at it’s slowest peak as we prepped for the winter months. My boss hands me an account and tells me to take care of this Winter Wedding Extravaganza as she ‘Just cannot handle it, deal with it OP’ and then flounces off.

As I am reading the dossier the bride had provided, I get this horrible feeling of familiarity and dread. Everything from dates, venues, catering menus, the caterer, dress designs, the ribbons, the sculptures, everything .... it was all familiar because I had planned this wedding years ago ... for myself. With dawning horror, I look at the name for the groom.

Yup, you guessed it.

My ex. The man who said he'd wait, "However long it takes", and yet as soon as wedding bells were rung he exited the relationship stage right, not even looking back.

The man who broke my heart and my trust and said that love and marriage was a weakness he couldn't afford ... yeah, that guy was getting married.

And he and his fiancee were using my wedding template to plan their wedding.

Even worse? I was going to be the one to have to bring this all to pass.

Queue some denial, too many bottles of liquor, a screaming row with my boss, and a massive group chat with my besties and ... I was stuck planning this shindig unless I wanted to lose my job, my apartment lease, and my credibility.

End Part 1

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[supremeuppityone]

This was written for the @klarowinterbingo Klarowinter Bingo Event. Forbes Farms was struggling and Caroline was desperate to win this horse race. Unfortunately, she was distracted by the entitled asshat who’d put a claim on her horse. And she definitely was not thinking about their kiss…

Prompt: Animal tracks in the snow

Warning: Angst

‘Canter’offer

“Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.” ― W.C. Fields

           It was far from the first time Caroline had been to the track — but it definitely was the most shameful. But Forbes Farms had been failing for much longer than her mother ever would admit and they needed this win. Putting Phoenix in the claiming race was a risk, and it took everything in her not to walk away from the farm when her mother told her the news. Just grab her shit and go. She’d certainly practiced enough; the past couple of years had taught her that no matter how many times she packed up that old truck, she couldn’t seem to make it past the front gate. Her heart was too big. Or maybe she was just too stupid.

           She and her mother had never agreed on how to run the family business, but lately, Liz had been taking bigger and bigger risks, and now she’d backed them in a corner and the only way out was to sell Phoenix in a claiming race and a chance at the purse winnings. It hurt her heart to do it, but the real kick in the gut was knowing that in one of those sealed envelopes in the track’s lockbox was a claim from Klaus Mikaelson.

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[eliliyah]

No Humanity Caroline UPDATE

When Stefan calls Klaus to come to Caroline’s rescue after she turns off her humanity, he takes a break from the supernatural drama of New Orleans and heads for Mystic Falls. Unfortunately for Stefan, Klaus has very different ideas about what’s best for his little blonde distraction. After all, what’s a king without a queen?

This was written for Klarowinter Bingo using the prompt, “North Pole dancing.” @klarowinterbingo​

Chapter Two - Some Ghosts Are Never Gone

“They had all betrayed me. I was angry, so I found a way to justify what I already wanted to do. That’s how I do it. We do terrible things but find a way to make them acceptable.” Klaus took a final bite and tossed the core into the trash can across the room. “At the end of the day, I think it all has to do with the lies we tell ourselves. Over time, your morals are stripped away bit by bit, and along with them pesky things like remorse. Do enough horrible things and it isn’t a matter of turning off your humanity; you stop having any to begin with.”

The emotionless vampire looked at him contemplatively. She knew she shouldn’t care - and she told herself she didn’t - but her curiosity was piqued. A nagging voice in the back of her head kept telling her to keep going, to keep asking questions. “Does it bother you… being how you are?”

“Not a bit,” the hybrid replied conversationally, eyeing the way she fiddled with her hands nervously. “Why do you care anyway? I thought you didn’t care about anything.”

“I don’t,” Caroline shot back a little too quickly to be believable. The seeds of doubt he’d been planting all night were taking root. It was just a matter of time. “Call it intellectual curiosity.”

Klaus’ lip quirked up in thinly-veiled amusement, his tone a taunt. “Intellectual curiosity about emotions?”

“Yeah, you know, like the science of being a monster.” The blonde released a nervous little laugh that he found oddly adorable. He wondered if she was lying to him or to herself. Probably both. “I think most people would care if they did terrible things.”

Walking over to a large cabinet, he rifled through the mini-bar until he found a small bottle of bourbon and glasses. As he crawled back over her, he stopped to nuzzle her temple, the voice of the devil in her ear. “But not you.”

Caroline’s eyelids briefly shuttered at the light contact of his fingertips trailing over her belly as he settled back beside her. Regaining her focus, she cleared her throat before answering, “No, not me.”

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[kiaraalexisklay]

Resuscitate

by KiaraAlexisKlay

“OHMYGOSH!!!”

Heart pounding even as the shrieks still echoed, Caroline jerked toward consciousness, and instinctively flung herself away from the source of her fright.

“Bloody hell!” Snarling masculinity roughened with sleep and the grouchiness of disturbed slumber didn’t help the pounding headache Caroline was currently undergoing.

She did give a wince [of sympathy even amongst her own pain] even as her hands were contained within their current confines, as it registered her skull colliding with what she assumed was a rock was in fact her companion in light of the unexpected wake up call.

“OH! MY! GOSH!”

The voice of the impromptu call to consciousness was just as unwelcome as the blast of frigid, breath stabbing air that invaded the previously cozy surrounding of the tent.

“Why are you still screeching?” Caroline hissed through the throbbing in her head to glare at the parka covered form highlighted in the lamplight. By this point she was finally able to wiggle a bit to free a hand to cover her eyes.

“YOU TWO!” Rebekah glared and pointed her gloved finger and opened her mouth to continue when the growling voice at Caroline’s back snapped.

“Do shut up, Rebekah, all of life and sundry have heard your bellowing! And either come in or zip out, it’s bloody freezing!”

Caroline couldn’t agree more and her hand ducked back inside the warmth of the sleeping bag she was cozied up within.

“Fine then, Nik! Stay here and die in the elements with Caroline Forbes of all people! See if we rescue you again!”

Saying her piece, Rebekah flounced off, spitefully leaving the tent entrance unzipped. Gusty winds of clawing ice barreled inside and both occupants began to shiver.

“Well, that could have gone better,” Caroline stuttered out as she once more began to feel the weather’s effects.

“When Hell freezes over,” Klaus grunted, shifting behind her.

Another gust and Caroline shivered again, all the while wondering how she could feel like she was never going to be warm again while at the same time feeling as if she were in a sauna all sweaty and gross where she and Klaus were connected.

“Caroline! Please, stop!”

Klaus’s voice had taken on a deeper tone again, but this time, it sounded strained and it became all too clear why when his tapered, artists hands skimmed over her bare waist to her hip in an effort to halt her motions. This time, their difficulty breathing was due to something far more primal than the ice and snow storm outside.

“It’s too cold to shag, get a move and some clothes on you two!”

Rebekah’s snide voice just outside the wall of their emergency tent was as unwelcome jolt as her earlier alarm.

“Hey, guys. Please get dressed so we can get out of here before the weather gets worse.”

Stefan.

“We’ll be out in a moment!” Caroline called, face aflame even as she kept her eyes averted whilst wiggling her toes to haul up the extra, dry clothes they had stashed into the sleeping bags to keep warm.

Klaus’s low growl wasn’t helping her any but the desire to find better safety was too big a lure.

She would deny she ever squeaked as she found herself flat on her back with the naked man of her dreams between her legs, even as her brain noted that she still had a sock gripped between her toes and this was not how she wanted this meeting to go.

“We’ll finish this when we aren’t in a life and death situation with my cock block of a sister and her better half a few feet away, hmmm?”

A threat never sounded so sexy.

--- The End

For @klarowinterbingo

Prompt: When hell freezes over

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[kiaraalexisklay]

Flying was the best part.

Well, the sensation of flying. The wind of her passing coupled with the powerful leaps, spins, and dramatic lifts courtesy of a helping hand guiding her to a rhythm created from the harmony of their heartbeats and hiss of steel touching ice.

The roaring applause of the crowd was almost as good a feeling.

But, if she were to be completely honest, neither was nearly as impactful as the barely there press of his forehead against hers. Or the way his hand rested upon the curve of her lower spine as if the whole shape and purpose of her body was to compliment his own.

[kiaraalexisklay]

Resuscitate

by KiaraAlexisKlay

“OHMYGOSH!!!”

Heart pounding even as the shrieks still echoed, Caroline jerked toward consciousness, and instinctively flung herself away from the source of her fright.

“Bloody hell!” Snarling masculinity roughened with sleep and the grouchiness of disturbed slumber didn’t help the pounding headache Caroline was currently undergoing.

She did give a wince [of sympathy even amongst her own pain] even as her hands were contained within their current confines, as it registered her skull colliding with what she assumed was a rock was in fact her companion in light of the unexpected wake up call.

“OH! MY! GOSH!”

The voice of the impromptu call to consciousness was just as unwelcome as the blast of frigid, breath stabbing air that invaded the previously cozy surrounding of the tent.

“Why are you still screeching?” Caroline hissed through the throbbing in her head to glare at the parka covered form highlighted in the lamplight. By this point she was finally able to wiggle a bit to free a hand to cover her eyes.

“YOU TWO!” Rebekah glared and pointed her gloved finger and opened her mouth to continue when the growling voice at Caroline’s back snapped.

“Do shut up, Rebekah, all of life and sundry have heard your bellowing! And either come in or zip out, it’s bloody freezing!”

Caroline couldn’t agree more and her hand ducked back inside the warmth of the sleeping bag she was cozied up within.

“Fine then, Nik! Stay here and die in the elements with Caroline Forbes of all people! See if we rescue you again!”

Saying her piece, Rebekah flounced off, spitefully leaving the tent entrance unzipped. Gusty winds of clawing ice barreled inside and both occupants began to shiver.

“Well, that could have gone better,” Caroline stuttered out as she once more began to feel the weather’s effects.

“When Hell freezes over,” Klaus grunted, shifting behind her.

Another gust and Caroline shivered again, all the while wondering how she could feel like she was never going to be warm again while at the same time feeling as if she were in a sauna all sweaty and gross where she and Klaus were connected.

“Caroline! Please, stop!”

Klaus’s voice had taken on a deeper tone again, but this time, it sounded strained and it became all too clear why when his tapered, artists hands skimmed over her bare waist to her hip in an effort to halt her motions. This time, their difficulty breathing was due to something far more primal than the ice and snow storm outside.

“It’s too cold to shag, get a move and some clothes on you two!”

Rebekah’s snide voice just outside the wall of their emergency tent was as unwelcome jolt as her earlier alarm.

“Hey, guys. Please get dressed so we can get out of here before the weather gets worse.”

Stefan.

“We’ll be out in a moment!” Caroline called, face aflame even as she kept her eyes averted whilst wiggling her toes to haul up the extra, dry clothes they had stashed into the sleeping bags to keep warm.

Klaus’s low growl wasn’t helping her any but the desire to find better safety was too big a lure.

She would deny she ever squeaked as she found herself flat on her back with the naked man of her dreams between her legs, even as her brain noted that she still had a sock gripped between her toes and this was not how she wanted this meeting to go.

“We’ll finish this when we aren’t in a life and death situation with my cock block of a sister and her better half a few feet away, hmmm?”

A threat never sounded so sexy.

--- The End

For @klarowinterbingo

Prompt: When hell freezes over

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[eliliyah]

No-Humanity Caroline Fic

When Stefan calls Klaus to come to Caroline’s rescue after she turns off her humanity, he takes a break from the supernatural drama of New Orleans and heads for Mystic Falls. Unfortunately for Stefan, Klaus has very different ideas about what’s best for his little blonde distraction. After all, what’s a king without a queen?

Written for @klarowinterbingo​ using the prompt, “Jack Frost better not nip at my anything.”

Chapter One: The Wasted World We Thought We Knew

“You managed to piss off an entire metropolis in less than two years. Impressive.” His response was an evil smirk; clearly, he took her sarcasm as a compliment. “So, what’d you do?”

“Forced Elijah to watch as I burned his girlfriend alive, turned Hayley and her pack into wolves for all but the night of the full moon, used the family’s pet human as a juice box, cost Kol his chance to come back from the dead, slaughtered several of Marcel’s minions in cold blood, killed Mikael again as Freya begged for his life and then used his ashes to mix paints, resurrected Esther to use her as a pawn against my also apparently not dead Aunt Dahlia.” He rattled everything off conversationally with no trace of remorse for his wicked actions. “And then I justified it all in the name of protecting Hope. But just between us monsters, half of it was for my own enjoyment. And the parts that were justifiably strategic, I enjoyed regardless. I’ve never been one to miss an opportunity to mix business with pleasure. It’s the key to life’s happiness. That, and knowing where to find the scissors.”

“Wow.” Caroline blinked a few times as she processed the horrors he’d shared so easily. She knew she should feel something for all the people he’d hurt, but she didn’t. It all sounded fairly typical of the hybrid’s endlessly evil escapades, with the exception of one aspect she found hard to believe. “Someone dated Elijah?”

“Briefly. She’s ash now. Collateral damage. Couldn’t be helped.” Pulling into the parking lot of the Mystic Grill, he rested one arm over the steering wheel as he turned to face her. “What’d you do to earn the Salvatore’s ire?”

The blonde bit down on her lower lip. After hearing the hybrid’s list, she was almost embarrassed to share her own. Then again, that was an emotion and she didn’t have those. “Compelled a pre-med student to operate on Stefan’s secret great-great-something niece and tried to blackmail him into turning off his humanity.” With a grumble, she added resentfully, “They got to her in time, though. Buzzkills.”

“Is that all?” the Original asked, idly wondering if she was holding back. Surely, that couldn’t be all she’d done. Compared to his list of sins, she was an angel even without a soul.

“Well, I ate a couple of people,” Caroline replied defensively, crossing her arms over her chest and suddenly feeling like a completely inadequate villain. She huffed in annoyance at his look of pity. “It’s not my fault they locked me up. I could do way worse given the chance.”

“Of course you can.” With an amused grin, Klaus patted her thigh condescendingly. “Come on, love. I’ll teach you how to be the bad guy.”

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[1jemmagirl22]

This is my attempt at a ‘drabble’ for @klarowinterbingo. I tried very hard to keep it short. But me and short have not been friends in years.

Prompt: Ice Skating rink on the verge of bankruptcy

Summary:

Caroline Forbes thought moving to London with her best friend Bonnie, to help her with her dead uncle’s failing ice skating rink, would be a fun vacation from the chaos of her life.

Oh how wrong she was.

Ice Weddings

Caroline totally regretted coming out on the ice when, like she expected, she slid just a bit too much for her balance and fell, straight into someone’s hard chest.

“Easy there love,” a light British voice said. She looked up to see a tall man with shocking blue eyes and a bright smirk. “Don’t want to hurt yourself, now do you.”

She pushed herself away from the practical prince charming who caught her. “I’m so so sorry, I’m really clumsy.”

“Don’t worry about it love,” he said.

“Nik!” a young boy with dark brown hair who looked no older than fourteen said as he skated over. “You won’t believe what I saw, it was so cool, there was this massive white husky dog, it was awesome, can I ask mom for a husky when we get home? I wonder if I could get a husky. Oh, who’s this?”

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[supremeuppityone]

This was written for the @klarowinterbingo Klarowinter Bingo Event. These step-siblings DO NOT discuss the hot tub incident. Instead, they actively avoid being in the same state…until now. Who knew winter break could generate this kind of heat?

Good Things Come in Threes

Prompt: Hot apple cider

Warning: Klarenzo sexytimes three-way where there’s simultaneously too many hands and not enough hands. Also, Klaroline step-siblings pseudo-incest. Just sit back and soak up the shame; it’s delicious.

“Forbidden fruit is everyone’s main meal.” ― Madeleine Ryan, A Room Called Earth

           It was when Klaus called from the road to say he was bringing his roommate, Enzo, that Caroline topped off her hot apple cider with more butterscotch schnapps. It was bad enough she and her stepbrother had this bizarre flirty…something going on, but add in his equally yummy roommate, and there was no way she was enduring the holiday weekend at the family’s secluded cabin sober.

           Their parents had a whirlwind romance that was completely unlike her prim-and-proper sheriff mother. She didn’t even know her mother could blush until Mikael started coming around. Their parents married the last semester of Caroline and Klaus’ senior year and attending colleges in different states meant that the stepsiblings didn’t settle into a typical blended family. Instead, they settled into something…other.

           Every time she and Klaus were in the same room, her skin just…vibrated. It wouldn’t have been an issue considering how rarely their lives intersected now that they were in college several states apart, but their parents insisted on regular family vacations and the one in Tobago this past spring had been nothing but trouble…the best kind of trouble because Klaus brought along Enzo.

           All those careful little touches that were far too deliberate to be completely innocent. A dimpled smirk here, a lingering look that burned there — it drove Caroline crazy. And that was even before the hot tub incident.

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[eliliyah]

Klaroline Fairy Tale

Caroline is cursed to never know love or else she’ll face a terrible fate… but when she meets a young shepherd boy named Klaus, she learns there is no escaping destiny. 

Written for Klarowinter Bingo @klarowinterbingo​ using the prompt, “Snegurochka, the Russian snow maiden,” this is a gift for my biggest supporter and collaborator, @supremeuppityone​. An amazing writer, fantastic creator of t-shirt slogans, lover of wine and cheesecake connoisseur, I am honored to call you my friend.

Frozen Hearts Still Beat

The snow maiden smiled sadly. “Your words are the sweetest honey I cannot taste.”

“Why can you not taste them?” Sitting up, he took her hand earnestly and warmed her icy palm with his. “I care not from whence you came. All that matters is that you’re here with me now. Be my wife. Your past means nothing; it is our future that fuels my dreams.”

Caroline shook her head, swallowing hard as she moved to sit on the edge of his mattress, feet searching for her silver slippers. “There is no future for us, sweet shepherd. There is you and there is me and there is now, but now is not forever, and forever cannot be.”

Klaus’ voice was an angry bark as his eyes flashed in the firelight. “I would never leave you.” He wrapped his arms around her possessively, but she would not move from the edge of the bed. “It is my wish never to be parted from your side. Why would I leave? Where would I go?”

The snow maiden’s voice was barely a whisper as she looked at his handsome face, so full of hope she knew it would be kinder to crush now. Vain hope died the most sorrowful of deaths. “You misunderstand. You will one day go where all humans go, and it is to a place I cannot follow. I cannot be what you are. I cannot feel as you feel.”

“No?” he demanded angrily, forcefully pulling her hand to his chest. “You cannot feel this? You cannot feel that my heart beats only for you?” His skin was warm beneath her chilled fingers; she could feel the blood racing just beneath the surface as he held her still. “Look me in the eye and tell me you do not feel the same.”

With a frustrated snarl that sounded more monster than maiden, Caroline ripped herself away and rose elegantly to her feet, her nude body towering over him. “No, Niklaus, I cannot feel my heart beat because it does not beat!”

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[supremeuppityone]

This was written for the @klarowinterbingo Klarowinter Bingo Event. It had been foolish for Lucien to go to New Orleans. But he was hell-bent on killing Klaus, and Caroline had a fondness for the blues and beignets. 

Prompt: Fruitcake is a Roman curse

“Winning a war is the easy part. All it takes is brawn. Maintaining your rule afterward is the real test.” ― Natasha Ngan, Girls of Paper and Fire

Courtly Coup

           Red was such an obvious choice for the holiday. Frankly, Caroline had found it a bit garish ever since she’d been turned, but Lucien was fussy about his holiday decor and apparently, the hand-blown glass ornaments had graced his mantle for centuries. Not that it mattered any longer. The Original Hybrid had been spotted not far from their property line. And Lucien should’ve returned hours ago.

           She poured a second brandy, letting out a sigh of resignation when the heavy oak doors slammed open. When Lucien’s severed head came to a rolling stop at her feet, she nudged it face-up with the toe of her stiletto. His mischievous hazel eyes were now flat and faded. A bit of ragged collar was all that remained of the sleek, black silk dress shirt he’d been wearing. Pity — the French cuffs had been his favorite look.

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[supremeuppityone]

This was written for the @klarowinterbingo Klarowinter Bingo Event. Caroline is finally meeting Klaus’ stepfather, and while she assumes it will be unpleasant, she hadn’t expected this. Good thing she came prepared… 

Prompt: “When was someone going to tell me mincemeat pies were meatless?”

Suspense and Sensibility

“We aren’t in the same class. Just don’t forget that some of us watch the sunset too.” ― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

           Diamond-encrusted platinum settings for the napkin rings. Crystal goblets etched with gold. The patrons with their shark-like grins and beautifully tailored clothes dined on Bordeaux marmalade crostini, veal demi-glace, pomegranate aioli-infused asparagus, and other luxurious fare that Caroline probably couldn’t spell, and only recently was able to afford. She’d come a long way from snapping green beans on Gram’s porch.

           She took another sip of the overpriced White Oak chardonnay, the bitterness doubly felt because she was picturing Bonnie and Grams drinking their delicious honeyed peach tea. As Caroline hid a grimace behind her goblet, she caught Mikael’s sharp stare, quietly assessing her once more. She was certain he’d selected the exclusive Salvatore’s restaurant to make her feel uncomfortable. After all, she’d been a hostess here just a few years ago when a too tipsy, and very flirty Klaus had stumbled into her podium.

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Posting Has Begun!

Happy New Year Klaroliners! We’ve started our Klarowinter Bingo event for the month of January!

Many of you already have requested your bingo cards and we can’t wait to see your creations!

For those of you who haven’t reached out yet, the bingo cards will feature prompts with winter themes — please contact us @klarowinterbingo​ for your card!

FAQs:

If a prompt has a quote, please use that quote within the item you create for that prompt.

One prompt per creation (i.e., please don’t combine several prompts into one drabble, aesthetic, etc.)

Feel free to add new content to your existing work! We’ve grown VERY attached to SO many of the ongoing and completed projects out there and would LOVE to see you get inspired to create more!

You can still request a bingo card from this blog — just send an ask or message @klarowinterbingo​.

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[supremeuppityone]

This was written for the @klarowinterbingo Klarowinter Bingo Event. It wasn’t a great first impression. Neither were the rest of their interactions over the years. But now it’s their graduation party, and Caroline figures she’s earned a reward. Hopefully Klaus agrees.

Prompt: A crackling fire

The Fine Art of Being a Dumbass

Warning: A little bit of angst.

“Don’t waste your time with explanations: People only hear what they want to hear.” ― Paulo Coelho

Sophomore year – 1st day of school

           Her bag had glittery, metal studs in a gorgeous spiral pattern and it was the only thing Caroline was happy about with this whole bullshit situation. Her old high school in Virginia Beach was really uptight about weapons and a bag like this was against the dress code. But apparently in this nowhere town they weren’t worried about weapons. Whatever. She squinted critically at the school’s logo on a crooked banner in the courtyard. The Mystic Falls Timberwolves looked like the unfortunate lovechild of a werewolf and a feather duster. And she was stuck here for three miserable fucking years.

           An accented voice purred in her ear, “It’s not all bad — the waterfalls somewhat make up for our…questionablefirst impression.”

           Please let the face match the voice. And then, holy fuck, did it EVER. She couldn’t decide what to appreciate first — the cheekbones, the sexy smirk complete with unexpected dimples, or the perfectly tousled dirty blonde curls. A package that pretty deserved its own theme music. She teased, “You’re quite the welcoming committee.”

          “Perhaps you’ll permit me to demonstrate how welcoming I can be.”

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[supremeuppityone]

Author’s note: This was written for the @klarowinterbingo Klarowinter Bingo Event. This historical AU takes place in 1609-1610, known as the “Starving Time” in the Jamestown, Virginia, colony. Dark times have come to the colony, and Caroline’s village is trapped in a harsh, unforgiving winter. But the eccentric newcomers propose an unorthodox remedy to their hunger… 

Prompt: Black ice

Dine with the Devil

Warning: Angst. Plus, tasteful portrayals of cannibalism…no pun intended. Probably.

“There was nothing in her imagination to replace the formless, unchanging days of starvation. She clung to life because it seemed to have value, even if only to her.” — Shelley Parker-Chan, She Who Became the Sun

           The starving time had come to the Jamestown colony. The endless cycle of warfare with the tribes had squandered the lives of too many of their able-bodied men. Those left behind couldn’t properly tend the fields and the crops had withered before a proper harvest was collected. It had been an especially cruel winter. Caroline inwardly sighed, slicking her cracked, bleeding hands with salve and spurning the curious stare of Master Mikaelson once more. Despite the dire circumstances, he was bedecked in his usual finery of sumptuous velvets, silks, and leather trimmed with soft fur. Just one of those exquisitely crafted gold buttons from his waistcoat could’ve seen the survivors through this unforgiving winter.

           He’d recently arrived with several of his kinsmen on the second charter issued by the king, but the meager supplies they unloaded quickly were devoured, leaving the colonists even more desperate and fearful. If only she’d followed her instincts at the first withered corn husk and loaded her wagon then. It might not have carried her to the other sea as she once dreamed, but any life would be better than the death she faced in this doomed settlement. By now, the snowdrifts had buried the narrow pass through the mountains, cruelly cutting off their only means of escape. It was one of the few times that the Mikaelsons’ ostentatious wealth wouldn’t make a difference, she inwardly scoffed.

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Klaroline Harry Potter Fusion Update

When Caroline Forbes, Hogwart’s resident Potions Mistress, is bitten by a werewolf, her father, the Minister of Magic, immediately orders she be taken away and imprisoned in a so-called “Rehabilitation Facility.” Dodging curses, she runs for her life. Her only chance is to find the one person who seems to know a thing or two about wolves: Headmaster Klaus Mikaelson. Harry Potter AU

This was written for @klarowinterbingo​ using the prompt, “Snow covered cathedral.” 

Chapter Two: Our Reason Coexists with Our Insanity

“How well do you two know the Ministry?” she asked the brothers, suddenly all business as she straightened her spine.

“Intimately,” Elijah replied.

“Poorly,” Klaus admitted. “I avoid it as much as possible. I’ll need you to guide me.”

Caroline nodded, her expression worried. “Like I said, I know where to find the Department of Mysteries, but once we’re inside, it’s anybody’s guess.”

Elijah cleared his throat, drawing their focus from each other to him. “I’ve spent a great deal of time around memory balls in recent years as Kol and I have worked to find a way to restore memories from them. They have a unique magical signature and whisper in their owner’s voices. I’m confident that if we can get close enough to the Hall of Memory, the heightened senses of my owl can lead us the rest of the way.”

“My wolf can assist,” Klaus concurred with a nod. “Caroline can light the way with her wand.”

“We won’t have long,” Elijah added. “There are protection spells throughout the Ministry, and I’m sure the Department of Mysteries is fortified quite thoroughly. Are you sure you know exactly where it is?”

The blonde nodded confidently. “Positive. We just need to get to my dad’s office.” Hand still joined with Klaus, she launched into an explanation about how to find the door and how to open it once they were there. They spent the rest of their time discussing a strategy to get Bill out of the house and get them inside. Before they knew it, it was time to go to London.

Together, they walked beyond the boundaries of the castle and Apparated away side by side, coming to a brief halt a few streets over from Bill’s house. Caroline’s stomach rolled when she saw the familiar street sign at the edge of the block around the corner from her childhood home. It had been only a few short hours, but it no longer felt like home. In truth, Hogwarts had felt more like home for years. Deep down, she’d had suspicions about the monster lurking just beneath her father’s facade, but having it confirmed made bile rise in the back of her throat. It was hard to fathom having been so wrong about a person. The atrocities that went on in the camps, if the Mikaelson brothers were to be believed, were far worse than anything she’d ever imagined.

The worst part was that she absolutely believed them.

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