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The Thirst is Real
Supermodel Caroline Forbes gave birth to her first daughter two months ago, but rumours are still flying on who the secret Baby Daddy is. The Internet finds itself in a frenzy as fans can't help but notice the similarities between the new baby and Caroline's bodyguard, Klaus Mikaelson. (AU/AH)
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Winners of the Wanderlust Betting Pool - @lublblubl
Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the Wanderlust Betting Pool. In return, @bellemorte180 and I decided to make a mini drabble and edit of their choice for the winners.
Prompt: Something really fluff in the Game of Thrones universe
Written by @bellemorte180 | Edit by @klavscaroline
Casterly Rock was massive and the heights of the cliffs always made those who gazed into the Sunset Sea feel a drop in their stomach. It was made of dusty tan stone and the waves of the sea crashed into the base, hiding pointed rocks and sharp edges under the water. Caroline stood on the Cliffside, gazing at the sunset and wondering if this would be one of the last few times she would have the pleasure of seeing it.
Caroline was a Lannister and this was her home, the blood of the lion coursing through her veins. She had been raised on the rock, studied everything that would make her fine lady in those hals and all of her favorite memories lingered in those waves. Despite all of that, she knew that she would one day leave it; for she was a woman. It was her older brother Damon who was to inherit the house seat and name; Stefan his successor until Damon had children. Perhaps that is why Caroline and Damon always had such a rocky relationship. He was to inherit because he was the eldest male while Caroline would be pawned off to some high lord as his wife.
But are you being pawned off, Caroline? Are you really that sad about your intended groom?
She was pulled from her thoughts as a nose from a direwolf nudge her hand, begging to be petted. Direwolves were not native to the Westerlands and only one had ever set foot in it. Caroline looked down at the intimidating beast, with its grey fur, blue eyes and its massive size. She smiled wildly and began scratching the wolf behind his ears, knowing full well that he could rip the throat out of anyone who dared cross him. Perhaps that was the reason she was so fond of him. If the direwolf had found her, that only meant that Klaus was here.
“He always did like you more than me, even when we were children.” A gruff voice sounded and Caroline turned to see her intended staring at her with a penetrating gaze. He was taller than her but only by an inch or so. His hair had that short and curly with a light blonde tint to it that his mother’s family, the Targaryens, were famous for. He had ice blue eyes that Caroline knew he inherited from his father and she swore she saw the depths of winter inside them. “I always did like you in blue.”
Caroline looked down at the soft blue gown she wore. It was made of light fabric that had silver designs stitched into it. Her sleeves were wide and held a slit that allowed her arms to be free as the silk fabric flowed in the breeze from the crashing sea. Her silver corset was tied around her waist as though it was made of the armor knights wore when they rode into a tourney. Caroline would never admit it aloud but she had chosen this dress and color specifically because she knew he was coming.
“You’re here.”
“Well, we are to be married, are we not? It would be rather rude of me not to show to the wedding.” He teased her and Caroline gave a laughter that brought the dimples in his cheeks out to play. He looked out into the sea and Caroline noticed the serene look upon his face. He was happy and knowing the tortured life he had prior to her meeting him, it made Caroline happy to see it. “I always loved it here. We will be back. I promise you that.”
“You were fostered her as a child Klaus, I would hope you loved it here.” Caroline told. She remembered the first time she laid eyes on Niklaus Stark (nee Snow). He was the bastard turned legitimized son of a Targaryen woman, whose other children belonged to her brother-husband Mikael Targaryen, and Ansel Stark. Caroline was six years old and he was eight. At first, they bickered and fought like the worst of them but when Damon had taken a joke to far, it was Klaus who stood up for her. Since then, the two were inseparable and Caroline cried on her fifteenth birthday when Klaus was being sent back to Winterfell to take his place as heir.
“It wasn’t Casterly Rock that I loved Caroline. Surely you’ve discovered that by now. As if my letters were not clue enough.” Klaus told her and a mischievous smirk played on his lips. Caroline blushed at the memories of the letters they had exchanged over the years. If her brother knew of them, she was sure that she would have gotten a severe punishment. Those letters were locked away in her trunks, prepared to travel to the North with her. “You could have made me love the mysteries of Asshai, Caroline. The location matters not, as long as you are there.”
“You always were one for pretty words and prettier pictures.”
“Pretty as they are, it does not make them any less true.” Klaus told her and leaned down to kiss her lips gently, the direwolf bemoaning the sight in jealousy. The wolf was always far more protective of Caroline than Klaus, even when they were children. “The North is cold, brittle and harsh but I have faith that you will thrive there Caroline. We will make Winterfell our home. We will fill the walls with children and the woods with wolves.”
“Will there be dragons?”
“If my sister makes an appearance, I’m sure.” Caroline chuckled, all but clapping her hands at the thought. Rebekah was a force to be reckoned with, having nurtured and hatched five dragon eggs since the age of twelve. Caroline had met them once when they had flown over Casterly Rock when she wanted to meet her brother. “Although I’m more concerned with the lion that will roam the walls and warm my bed.”
“A lion?” Caroline asked, ignoring his implication of their marriage bed. If their letters were any indication, Caroline knew that he had fantasized about having her for years and she still could feel the bruising passion of his lips pressed against hers as he said goodbye to her on these very rocks nearly five years previously. “You make me sounds so fearsome.”
“But you are, Sweetheart. You have the heart of a lion and even my sister, who I’m sure could breathe fire if she tried, was impressed by you.” Klaus kissed her again and Caroline marvelled in the feeling. “I’ve loved you since we were children and I know that you will be a fearsome Lady of Winterfell. Personally, I cannot wait to hear you roar.”
FAVOURITE KLAROLINE FANFICTIONS (2/?) : FOR ONCE, I THINK I’LL STAY
“Klaus,” she greets, voice equally rough from sleep. Her hands rest on his chest, as he traces patterns on the bare skin of her back. I, L.
“Did you sleep well?” O.
“Better than I have in a long time,” she admits quietly. V.
“Because of me?” To anyone else, it would have sounded amused, or smug, but she could detect the faint trace of uncertainty. E.
“Because of you,” she aqueises, too much time spent denying what she wants to even try to be subtle and coy about this. Y.
“One would almost think you cared,” he muses. O.
She’s about to say retort back, until she feels the gentle curve being traced on her spine, and the finger finally stills, and she realizes it for what it is. U.
“I love you too,” she said quietly, voice as soft as the morning light that is beginning to creep into the room they’re in.
12 Steps for Klaroline X’mas: Step 5 - Teenage Dreams
again, thank you to @klarolineshippersclub for organising the event
Prompt: I got caught with someone under the mistletoe and you literally sprint from across the room to shove them out of the way and take their spot
The party was already in full swing when he arrived in the overly stuffy tuxedo his mother insisted that he and his siblings wore to their annual Christmas Eve bash. Practically half of Mystic Falls were invited to attend the celebration at their family’s mansion and the place was swarmed with people holding champagne flutes, exchanging holiday wishes.
He looked around for some acceptable company when he saw the blonde girl who had made recurring appearances in his dreams lately and he couldn’t help but admire the way her oversized Christmas sweater was wrapped around her smaller frame. He watched as she laughed happily with her friends, throwing her head back, before catching his eye abruptly and giving him a shy smile from across the room.
He raised his own champagne flute as a sign of acknowledgment before he was distracted by his friend, Marcel, who sparked up a conversation about their upcoming college applications and whatnot.
The conversation had him thinking of what little time he had left in Mystic Falls before he would move across the country for his future. But if there was anything he wanted to do before leaving here permanently, it was to at least confess his feelings to Caroline before it was all too late. There were many moments where he would catch her giving him the same look as he would catch on himself when he saw her, and it was difficult to hide his glee. Yet, he knew that if he let her go without knowing how she felt about him for certain, she would become another what if that he would come to regret later on in life.
So he excused himself from Marcel and started his search for the girl in question who had disappeared from the ballroom altogether.
It may sound conceited and arrogant, but there were many times where he would curse his house for the completely unnecessary number of rooms for the seven people who lived there. He walked past the ballroom to the dining room, which hosted a number of middle aged couples, to the living room, where most of his siblings sat playing card games with their friends. But there were no signs of the blonde anywhere.
Dejectedly, he figured she must have left out of sheer boredom from this absolutely un-entertaining event and stepped outside to the balcony for some fresh air.
He was already deep in thoughts when he felt a presence beside him. Holding his breath that it may somehow be Caroline making her appearance, he turned to look at the intruder.
His heart fell when he recognised that it was just a friend from school, Camille, who had recently transferred from New Orleans for their senior year, and she was looking up at the ceiling with a rather amused expression.
“It looks like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe,” she looked at him intently.
He glanced up and confirmed her observations as the offending piece of decoration hung high above them, ribbon in place and all.
He tried to hide his displeasure as he took a step away from her so that she wasn’t impinging in his personal space, “Must have been Kol, he loves to play pranks on people like that,” Klaus muttered, unamused at the situation that he was being subjected to.
Camille smiled, almost shyly at him, and said, “You know the traditions,” she began to lean in.
Klaus was just about to back away once more when he felt another person leap in at lightning speed, just in time to push Camille away. That person quickly held him by the shoulders, tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on his lips that took him by surprise.
He opened his eyes in shock as he heard a giggle, “Sorry about that,” she said, slightly abashed at her forwardness.
Still holding onto his shoulders was Caroline Forbes who had clearly pushed the disgruntled Camille out of the way before she could land a kiss with Klaus. The reigning Miss Mystic Falls felt a blush creep onto her cheeks that she could not blame altogether on the cold, but rather on the man she was currently with.
He barely registered that Camille had slipped away after her failed attempt, as he was so absorbed in the moment with Caroline. He could not believe the turn of events that had led to the last fifteen seconds and he found himself gleaming at his festive luck.
“I’m glad it was you, sweetheart,” he mused, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear.
“I’m glad I did it, too,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him once more. Only this time, he responded with all the feelings he’s been holding inside him just as the clock struck midnight. It’s safe to say that it was a very Merry Christmas indeed.
(A/N): Ahhh, that was so cheesy but anyway, I live for fluff and romantic cliches. Hope you guys liked it!
