Hi, i’m back with another ‘i’m pretty sure this is not what this person asked for’ drabble, this time with a greek myth twist (because i have to be innovative you know).
In a world where vampires are creatures that seek the darkness along with blood to sustain them. Caroline is lethos, spirit of forgetfulness.
With the first signs of night they had been born, melded from the magic that had run through his mother’s veins, the magic he had sometimes felt in the quiet days when a soft breeze settled in the village.
And to the darkness, thou shall return, he thinks, chuckles silently with the irony of it all.
Like a ghost, he walks in the dimly lit hospitals’ corridors, a ghost that is unseen by all but the shadows.
He listens to the breaths, drawn in, pushed out, rattling the lungs and shaking the core. It’s all terribly beautiful, how the thing you need the most to live is the thing that kills you, oxygen lighting up your insides.
And he’s an admirer of beauty, a collector of it even.
He pauses as he hears a faint rustle.
And smiles.
Trust that where the forgetful lies, she’ll be here.
With swift precision and longing, he follows the trails only he knows how to find, the desire to see her again so profound that he couldn’t find within him a place to protest against it.
Shadows cling to him, europhia and something a bit more brimming within him as the strength that nothing but blood could replenish filled him up. It was a bitter side effect of the gift that his mother had given them. A thirst for blood and the shadows that kept in them monsters far worse than any humans could come up with.
Monsters that hunted with a thirst that terrorised and left the poor unfortunate soul who stumbled upon them an empty shell.
He leans against the doorway and watches her, hair plaited in a simple fishtail and a dress of ancient greek design that ended below her knees, her feet bare.
He’d once asked her why she always preferred dresses, she had looked him dead in the eye as she caressed the oblivion that laid in the heads of those in the memory loss ward in a hospital in Islamabad and told him it was none of his business.
Here standing among beds with sheets a stark white, the energy inside her full and free, she looks ancient. A safekeeper of lost memories that will never be found. A thief, a guardian, a river that was endless.
“I thought you were done with lurking in hospitals.” The whisper is barely heard except for his ears, the girl she’s standing above whimpers and Caroline shushes her with a comforting hand.
He shrugs even though she can’t see.
“I always liked the irreplaceable darkness of delusion,” he says, then smiles endearingly. “Besides, how would I get to run into you so often if not by, as you so eloquently put it, ‘lurking in hospitals’.”
She lets out a tiny laugh. “Of course.”
Caroline drops her hands from where they were raised and lifts them again, small spheres with spectrum colours floating aimlessly in the air. She nodded with satisfaction and they disappeared.
“There were four newcomers,” she unnecessarily explains as though she needed to clarify a process he knew like the back of his mind. He’d known her and all her spheres that collected memories lost to their owners for years.
“Perhaps now that you’re finished with your handiwork I can lure you with an offer of a grand dinner.”
Her eyes light up in unmistakable acceptance, “I haven’t had a proper meal in Ukraine for ages.”
*drum rolls* and that’s it :) don’t forget to tell me what you think.
This is part 5 to the collaborative fic written by the joint effort of @garglyswoof @lclrgsl @austennerdita2533 @accidental-rambler. Thanks for including me in this! Hope you like.
(Also I tried to do us all a favour and name this thing because unnamed projects are the worst. If any future candidates anybody have any suggestions, please share.)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Her words don't register at first, he is too busy looking at the strands of her hair, watching the blue of her eyes, taking in the way she is leaning with her head just so.
His fingers dig into the scales with colours of the rainbow so deep, he can't breathe.
But the smell of salt, sharp yet like a tantalizing perfume makes him focus.
“A proposition?” his voice asks, tone cautious.
She nods and smiles, cheeks curving in a manner that he can only describe as innocent, with no hint of malice clutched between her teeth.
“And what, pray tell, is that proposition?”
“Have you ever heard of moonstones?” she says, ever sweetly, as if he hadn't read that word a thousand of times in parchments as he sought out a way to stop becoming a slave to a moon that doesn't care.
His throat feels like coal as he swollows, wonders if he talks anymore he'll stop being a servant to his shift and becomes one to the sea.
Klaus decides to do something unheard of, he throws his chance to fate.
“Yes, I have.”
The girl beams and the room seems a little brighter, the salt a little mighter in its fragrance.
His head spins.
“I can bring you one,” she promises, as easily as one would anything he supposes.
“I have nothing to offer.” Because he doesn't. All he has are fishermen’s tools and a boat.
His life consists of hooks and long sunny days bearing on his arms and a patience hard earned. He is not giving those up.
She blinks, and there's nothing captivating about her - except everything.
That’s how he begins every letter, every single time. No matter if there was a parchment that followed just the day before, ink manipulated into lines, sometimes into scenery and sometimes her.
He awakened a new favorite hobby of hers, without ever knowing. Or maybe he did, wanting to be the sole reason for her addiction.
She collects his messages as a vampire would collect their firsts. Hungry and savouring, fingers unwilling to let go.
There’s a jewelry box that her suitcase is never without, its key tied on the chain around her neck and the only time it’s ever taken off is when another letter is added or when she thinks that Klaus’s handwriting is fading from her memory.
Those times, they’re rare. She’s never left without his words for long.
Caroline drinks the quietness of the city around her, breeze light and lacing through the wayward strands of her hair.
Sipping coffee, her eyes drag over each letter. He’s narrating his visit to Hungary, casually mentioning the architecture and how much she’d enjoy it.
Still not giving up, not that she’s sure she’d ever want him to.
Not anymore
How had it come to this exactly, Caroline, you with your not so young anymore bones that has seen life and death and bloodied teeth, collecting paper on paper and waiting for the handwriting that was only Klaus’s and could never be anyone else’s.
Mini-prompt! Caroline makes friends, and Klaus doesn't like sharing her attention.
A/N: I don’t know how good this is but I tried :) kinda cracky. Thank you for the prompt.
The thing is Klaus considered himself a relatively patient person. He could not have after all broken his curse, plotted his father’s murder and fitted the supernatural game board to his liking with a fickle temper.
The presence of Caroline’s Bennett friend and that British bloke of hers, however, threatened to blow that very calm out of the window.
A quick glance at the calendar hanging at the wall confirmed much to his annoyance that they have, in fact, been here for two weeks, capturing Caroline’s complete attention, and with nothing short of another month until their long awaited departure.
If he didn’t kill them before then, of course.
Sighing, he picked up the sketchbook lying on the table beside him, flicking through the pages and seeing the various Caroline portraits and drawings, decided to draw something else. Anything else.
He was very spiteful and could hold a mighty grudge, thank you very much.
By evening he had already listened to the reports from his minions and drawn all the scenery he could remember from St.Petersburg, boredom and irritation both sprung up and tightly coiled.
An audible click of high heels headed towards him. Knowing the owner, he gave his back to the door, jaw clenching.
“Hey,” the quiet whisper said.
He did not reply like he always did, voice welcoming and velvety. Instead he uttered a simple “good evening.”
He felt as Caroline’s gaze scrutinised him, probably wondering at his change in mood.
Eventually though she outright blurted “what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh my god. Please tell me you’re not upset because I am spending time with Bonnie and Enzo.”
Turning, he gave her a fake smile. “Now why would I be?”
“Klaus,” her voice sharpened with aggravation. A sentiment that he felt completely undeserved given that out of the two of them he was the one currently suffering.
A minute passed, his fingers moving across the charcoal and refusing to look at Caroline’s exasperated face before he heard her let out a breath.
“I am sorry. Why don’t we go out and have a walk around New Orleans tomorrow,” she proposed, sitting beside him. “Consider it an apology for leaving you to deal with the incompetent minions all day.”
And well, it was scientifically proven that one couldn’t resist Caroline’s imploring eyes for long.
Sequal to the drabble I written for AU week here. Time travel adventures basically. This drabble deal with post effects of said adventures.
Kinda has more romance than I intended it to, but hey. Sorry if this sucks, I've been having one hell of a writer's block.
For @candicemorgan because she asked me for a sequal ♡♥♡.
Mystic Falls couldn't possibly be quiter, the night claiming all of its citizens as they slumbered in their homes. Only the crickets and stray animals keeping her company from a far.
And her, well she was awake, eyes wide open as she stared from her window at the empty streets, her house as silent as everything was with the exception of her mother’s soft snores.
Her hands ran through her curls, the motion both comforting and distressing.
It wasn't fair, she thought; it was such a short duration that she stayed in the fifteenth century, half of which she didn't know she was in a different era to begin with. And yet, she still struggled with re-adapting to her home, becoming dosed eyed as she swam through her thoughts. Bonnie or Elena shaking her back to reality and her looking at them in surprise.
She was not oblivious to the worried glances they shot each other behind her back nor the whispered worries, and if that had failed to grab her notice, then the incessant questions didn't.
Questions that she couldn't, wouldn't answer. Like what happened and who did you meet and where did you stay. Not when she had some of her own, like why back then, why with him?
Why Klaus?
A name that brought back all of the conflicts she tried to push away. Whose presence had both wrecked and salvaged her and ugh, it wasn't fair.
Did he know? Caroline bit her nails at the question that plagued her mind; relentlessly seeking out answers that she didn't have. Would he remember what he identified as a blonde stranger or would those memories be lost in the millions a thousand years had acquired.
Moreover did she want him to.
Sighing in exasperation at herself, Caroline clenched her fist and stood up, throwing a jacket around her and headed for the door.
The fresh air was just what she needed. No noise or inquisitive people or trivial unimportant things, just nothing, nothing, nothing.
Stretching her muscles, she took off for a sprint until even her heightened eyesight couldn't make out some of the blurs. She stopped when she reached the creek, squealing in childish delight at the euphoria that rushed over her.
Not paying any attention to the rustling in the trees, Caroline screamed in shock when a wolf figure appeared in front of her. Her chest heaved in startled breaths, eyes focused in precise caution as the wolf kept staring at her. It growled at her when she attempted to step away.
Stilling in place, she briefly debated the odds against her running from a wolf, concluding they weren't in her favor.
The wolf snarled, baring a hint of teeth in warning before turning in the opposite direction behind some bushes.
Hearing bones snapping, Caroline’s eyes widened, her breaths coming out in silent gasps. Her head looked upwards towards the sky, the crescent of the moon staring back at her. How could she be so oblivious; not noticing the lack of full moon in the sky. Now she would inevitably come face to face with the one person she didn't want to.
How so very delightful.
“Hello sweetheart,” Klaus lilt voice ran loud and clear and despite herself, a part of her was not opposed to running into him.
Caroline didn't bother to reply, using the vast openness of the forest as means of escape only for Klaus, fully clothed, to flash in front of her as well, effectively blocking her path. Risking a glance at him, she saw his boyish smile ever in place.
She coughed to break her self imposed awkwardness, “hi.”
His eyes lightened up, in what she didn't know. “May I ask what are you doing here?”
“Walking.”
“So late into the night?”
She snorted, face mixture of mockery and cheekiness “Did you become the sheriff while I wasn't aware.”
He huffed out a small laugh, his footsteps as light as her own, “still feisty as ever, Caroline.”
Not missing a beat, her shoulders tensed. “You remember,” she deadpanned, unsure of how to react.
Klaus didn't seem troubled, as if the revolution that they met in another lifetime wasn't something at all surprising and wasn't that thought scary.
“It's hard not to, when an extremely talkative, extremely charming baby vampire literally falls from the sky in my castle.”
“You didn't know I was a baby vampire then,” she pointed out, a rather useless reply but it was all she could do to keep her mind from swarming her with more inquiries. How did he remember? Had he awoken in the middle of the night, eyes gold as the crisps of these memories haunted his mind? Had he even wanted them?
Getting a raised eyebrow in reply and something akin to understanding, as if he knew what went around in her brain, Caroline fought down the heat blooming in her cheeks.
Silence rose between them, the crunching of twigs and dry leaves underneath their shoes dangling like a lullaby between them.
A nervous chuckle rasped its way out of her, “it was so weird,” she said “the whole travelling to the past thing.”
She noticed Klaus carefully listening to her words and, encouraged by his attention, the frustrated string of emotions bottling up inside of her raced to break free.
“It was interesting in hindsight but sometimes, sometimes I…” she trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to proceed.
“You confuse both time periods?” Klaus finished for her, voice so so reassuring and oh, she just wanted to sink in it.
Caroline nodded.
A curious glint entered his eyes, softly he murmured, “I always did wonder how you'd react when you travelled back to your time.”
Her feet froze mid-step in ice chilling shock at this, disbelief and anger both coursing through her as her brain processed what Klaus just said, what he implied.
Her voice was a whisper of ire, “you knew.”
She had thought of the complications of him remembering, the shared secret of a stolen memory in front of fire comings to the forefront of her mind, but had never thought of the possibility that all along Klaus might have known and god how stupid was she?
Memories didn't simply appear and disappear out of thin air. They faded, with time, but they were still there.
Klaus didn't act confused about what she was referring to, but there were no signs of apology, the perfect image of a controlled monster.
“I can't even look at you,” Caroline spat, flashing away.
One. Two. Three.
She mentally counted as the tick of her watch continued. Humming slightly under her breath, she listed the reusable materials for any upcoming dances, ignoring the tightness in her chest in favor of concentrating on her task instead.
The door gave away and none other than Rebekah entered. She took one look at her, groaned, then murmured irritatingly “not you too.”
Caroline ignored her peculiar remark instead asking pointedly, “Why are you here?”
The original smiled slowly, “ You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun to yourself, now did you?”
“Well, I was hoping to.”
They both worked in silence, Rebekah beginning to list some of the boxes herself…
“So, what did my brother do that has you moping so?”
Caroline shot her an unamused look at her goading tone, “firstly, I am not moping,” she said. “second why would you think that Klaus has anything to do with me.”
Rebekah rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, you and Nik have the most obvious tell-tale signs ever contrary to what you two think.”
Caroline wasn't sure how to retort, uncomfortable at the direction Rebekah was taking this.
“I suggest whatever happened, you talk it out, especially since the tortured artist mood can only amuse me for so long,”
Persisting out of sheer spite alone, and mind you she had plenty, she insisted, “nothing happened.”
“Honestly Caroline, I can tell when you’re lying.”
Exasperated at this mess of a conversation, Caroline sneered. “Yeah, well go use your freaky psychic abilities elsewhere.”
Footsteps ringing loud and clear on the pavement, her nerves spiked up slightly but she squashed them down. She came here to have answers and she was going to have them and no one especially Klaus freaking Mikaelson was going to stop her.
As if the hybrid in question heard her thoughts, the door opened, him impeccably dressed with a lazy smirk on his face. “Caroline,” he purred “to what do I owe the pleasure.”
“Look, let's stop beating around the bush and get it over with because I have a question and I won't leave until you answer it.”
Arching an intrigued eyebrow at her steely tone, Klaus gestured for her to enter and led her to the living room.
“So why didn't you tell me?” Her tone was biting like she meant it to come out as and Klaus didn't flinch, not that she's a fool to expect him to but still it would have stroked her satisfaction to see anything but the amusement etched so clearly on his face.
He approached her, rolling a lock of her hair that fell out of her neatly arranged updo. “And risk changing the very course of history? I consider myself capable of many things, Caroline, but never a crime such as that.”
Her scoff didn't need voicing, so set on her face as it was, disbelief and anger and oh he wanted to go down that route, didn't he. “What you'd be changing exactly, besides, you know me starving for days.”
“Plenty of things, love, for instance you appearing in the first place.” He said. “We both know that the minute you were told about your impending journey, you would've rushed to the Bennett witch searching for any means to stop this.”
“Rightfully so.”
He shook his head. “I couldn't have that.”
She snapped, her anger uncoiling at his dismissiveness, “who gave you the right, that's not something for you to decide.”
He flashed in front of her, and damn him damn him damn him to the Earth and back, for always managing to take her off guard.
“I am not a selfless creature, Caroline.” She resisted the urge to snort, because didn't everyone know that. “And if keeping things how I want them means omitting some truths, then so be it.”
She walked out of the mansion, more conflicted than before.
So this could have another part but maybe not. Who knows. Certainly not me.
If you could maybe leave a few words telling me what you think that would be fantastic.
Okay so I really have no idea how this idea came to me but I really liked it a lot anyway and so here we are! This is a circus au, meant as sort of a metaphor for tvd incase you get confused :) hope you like it.
“Caroline, five minutes until the show”.
She hears as she puts on her lipstick, its color dark and rich and a little bit innocent, just how she likes it.
There's still plenty of time before it’s her turn, but she hurries anyway, finishing her makeup perfectly with the desired effects.
From behind the curtains, she watches as the show commence, the audience marrying different kinds of bored expressions as Elena tries, and fails, to entertain them with her juggling. Even the addition of the Salvatore clowns didn't seem to uplift the people's opinions much.
Next came up Katherine with her hypnosis, making the crowd mesmerized at her sharp manipulations that had them all scurrying to be the next to try.
But the one that seemed to entrance everyone the most was Bonnie’s magic sequence. Her tricks of light and sight as she done the standard performances and ones more eloquent than the audience are used to.
It was how the show went on after that, every performer coming up to the stage in order to impress the crowd. From gymnasts and dancers to various clown shows. Each doing their best to fulfill their jobs.
The stage becomes dimly lit as her name is called, the phantom of silence looming over the place. Confidently and without missing a beat, she steps out, dressed in silk and lace with all these beautiful and haunting colors.
She can feel the gazes sweeping over her figure, some eyeing the proud lioness by her side with equal interest and fright as it softly groaned.
With a quick motion of her hand, she gestures for the lighting to be set up as she usually orders it to be, and in a blink of an eye, the stage becomes a canvas of swirling darkness and contrasting light. Her companion neatly hidden behind the shadows.
The awed looks on the audience don't faze her as she performs. Her and her lioness perfectly moving in sync, almost as if in a dance.
A dance of hidden desires and owning yourself. Completely. Unadulteratedly.
And so her lioness roars and growls, some of them to scare and others to entice. The whistles of admiration boasts their ego, she can admit, but she has a show to put on and she’ll revel in the sweet victory of success later.
And it’s only when there's but five minutes left does she notice how her pet fidgeted uneasily. Undistinguishable for all those eyes that are watching but enough for her to notice
Several gasps emit from every direction as a serpent slithering its way across the frecious animal’s body is spotted and her eyes narrow to slits at the interruption, knowing exactly where, who, did the snake come from.
Unsurprisingly to her, Klaus walks out, his choice of attire so similar to hers, but with less innocence and more danger. A hint of his infamous smirk on his lips as he wickedly takes in her vexation, and he even has the audacity to wink at her.
As if sensing the silent battle of wills their masters are having, both animal and snake engage in one of theirs.
The place bursts with a new energy, one of things unfamiliar to those who watch.
The cheering stopped and it’s place came the anticipation, the gnawing thrill of finding who will win.
A destructive, loud growl rips through the circus as every gaze falls upon the victorious.
Her lioness stands tall as ever, but this time the serpent is twisted around its body, not in an attempt to attack, but in unison.
A roar tears through the place followed by a deathly hiss.
Klaus gives her a knowing look at the display, an all too familiar chuckle accompanying it.
She rolls her eyes but fixes a smile just in time for the enthusiastic claps.
And the show goes on.
With a lioness trainer and a serpent master weaving tales of seduction in unusual forms.
Single dad Klaus with a daughter trope pls (doesn't have to be hope, can be a oc daughter)
I know I am a horrible person, you sent this for me to write you during au week and I wasn’t able to write it then, I hope this doesn’t disappoint you.
Also I like wrote this in one chunk and I didn’t reread this because I knew if I did I wouldn’t post it any time soon so please, be kind.
The enrollment process
Klaus shifted uncomfortably as he looked on to the parent filled corridor. His daughter, Anne, was playing with some of the other kids who, like her, were waiting for their turn to make an interview to register in the school, leaving him to stand awkwardly by himself, looking every bit like a fish out of water.
Truth be told he would have preferred it if Rebekah came with him, at least she would have had an idea what to do but his sister refused his request saying that it’s time he learned how to do such things.
He even tried to ask Elijah but his brother was busy with work and well..he couldn’t exactly ask Kol for that, his brother needed school more than his daughter did, and so he went on, clueless as ever.
He glanced around him, trying to distract himself to pass some time and he had to admit the building looked well-cared for, the architecture wasn’t subpar as in some of the fancier high profile schools he seen but it had that aura of lightheartedness that even he the inexperienced one could guess that it had a wonderful effect on the little children
“Daddy!” came a little squeal as a mess of strawberry blonde rushed to him, colliding with his thighs and he looked down to see his little girl hugging his legs. “This place is amazing!” the five years old said excitedly.
“Well I am glad you like it” he replied.
She hummed an affirmation giving him a pointed look “I am hungry!” she exclaimed and he quietly laughed at how quickly her mood seemed to change, the family genes certainly didn’t help that matter.
“After we finish I’ll get you something to eat” he promised just as one of the younger looking teacher called out “Miss. Anne Renee Mikaelson”.
“C’mon” Anne said tugging on his hand, it was truly marvellous how energetic his little girl could be when particularly thrilled.
He followed the brunette that called for them through one of the less busier hallways, the girl walking beside his daughter.
“Hello Anne, My name is Bonnie, it’s nice to meet you” she greeted with a warm smile.
“Are you excited?” she asked and Anne enthusiastically nodded, her lips pulled up in an adorable smile tinged with a little bit of nervousness “What am I supposed to do?”
“Well, you are going to meet one of our teachers, Lexi who is like one of the funniest people you’ll know and she’ll ask you a few questions, what do you like, how old are you and stuff like that then you’ll continue talking for a while”. She answered and Anne’s nerves eased a little, ‘talking to people was undoubtedly an expertise of hers’ Klaus mused, while she sometimes couldn’t hold a long conversation if the subject was a bit above her age, she easily charmed those in front of her.
“And then I will be in school?” she asked, her eyes shining hopefully.
The brunette laughed “No, it will take a little while” the blonde’s little shoulders sagged a little at her answer.
“Anyway, we are here” she said standing in front of one of the classrooms “go on now”.
A tinge of fear entered the girl’s amber eyes “Daddy isn’t coming with me”
“No, you’ll have to do this on your own but he’ll be waiting outside for you”.
At Anne’s hesitance he reassured her “It’s okay, little love, it will be fine” he raised his eyebrows “Unless you don’t think you can do it”. He challenged
“I can do it”. She said, entering the classroom as if proving her point and he gave her a smile. Bonnie closed the door gesturing for Klaus to follow behind her and he did so, shooting her a confused look.
“You are going to meet another teacher of ours, it’s a part of the enrollment process” she explained.
“Okay” he mumbled dragging the ‘O’, he felt clueless but in his defence he had no idea what he’s supposed to do.
Arriving at one of the doorsteps, the brunette knocked on the wooden surface “Caroline!”
She called out.
“In here” came out the somewhat muffled reply “come in”.
Bonnie gestured for him to step in the office, closing the door behind her. He sat in one of the chairs in front of the modest looking office.
“So sorry for being late, I promise this doesn’t usually happen, but I just had a really crappy day an- oh I am so sorry for rambling like that, Mr…um..Mikaelson ” a gorgeous looking blonde began adorably rambling as she stepped in the room, her cheeks tinting with red from embarrassment, swiftly sitting as she unsuccessfully albit adorably apologised.
“No problem, sweetheart”. He cringed at his inappropriate endearment praying she hadn’t noticed his tongue slip but judging by her raised eyebrow she most certainly did though she didn’t comment on it.
“So how old is your daughter?” she began asking as she typed his answers on a paper
“Five years old”
“Does she have any siblings?”.
“No”.
“Are you and her mother in a relationship or co-parenting?”
“Her mother is dead” he mumbled.
Caroline’s eyes widened “Oh” she stuttered awkwardly “I’m sorry”.
He nodded.
An air of awkwardness momentarily filled the room at the sensitive subject.
“So may I ask what all of these questions are for?” he asked changing the subject.
“Well, in order for the school to provide a healthy environment for the children we have to know about anything that may affect them in a negative way, whether that because of family issues or something in general”.
“How thoughtful”. Klaus said, impressed.
Caroline chuckled, shaking her head “You really are clueless. That’s like something in every single education system”
Klaus ducked his head shyly “I am afraid my experience in that field is somewhat limited”.
They shared a small laugh that was proceeded by a minute of silence
“Any more information I could give away for the good of man kind”. He teased, a lilt of flirtation in his voice.
“Nope, we are finished for today” she replied, amusement shining in her eyes.
Klaus stood up, walking towards the door. He glanced behind him in the direction of the blonde. “I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Caroline” he said, shooting her one of his infamous smirks.
Um, should I even ask what you thought of this or…..
