#klaroline fusion

[supremeuppityone]

Aesthetic for my Klaroline story, Perhaps One Day, Chapter 18: Bury by Bedtime.

Klaroline and Pet Sematary fusion. Klaus was checking on a future investment — his doppelganger was still a small child and Mystic Falls tended to attract more than its share of supernatural activity. But a chance meeting in the woods with another child brings out an unexpected protective side.

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[destellolunar]

Klaroline; beauty and the beast au 

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 love’s 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.

“What are you thinking about?” Caroline’s voice brings him out of his thoughts.

“You.”

Caroline scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Sure. But really - what else are you thinking about?”

“That’s it. You’re in all the thoughts,” he smiles.

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughs then meets his eyes, maybe to see if he’s telling the truth. She shooks her head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’ve no idea. You married quite the disaster, I’m afraid.”

“I knew that from the first day I met you.” She leans down kissing his lips for a short second and then his nose. Klaus can't 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 there's nowhere else in the world he would rather be in than be in this moment, kissing her back with everything in him.

[klaroline-event]

Mikaelson Family Values

Mikaelson Family Values  Klaus and Caroline Mikaelson moved to Mystic Falls to put down roots for their family, but the town doesn't prove to be as perfect of a fit as they might have thought.

Written by @helpless-in-sleep​ for Klaroline AU Season, 2021 Week Seven: Fusions. 

Edit by @bellemorte180​ 

@klarolinelibrary​ @klarolinegallery​ 

[lynyrdwrites]

I finished my KC video.  The song is Haunt by Bastille, in case anyone was wondering.  

[misssophiachase]

NikMik: so i watched Leap Year...& there were some major klaroline vibes. i know you're not taking prompts but i just wanted to throw that out there for your "Crossroads" series, should you feel inspired :P is it sad that i see klaroline in everything? lol.

Hey luv! So sorry for the delay, this kind of fusion takes some time : ) And yes, Klaroline vibes all round for sure. Hope you like it! And no, it’s not sad that you see Klaroline in everything, I do too! Words in italics from the movie so too the song/drabble title.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Dingle, Ireland - February 27, 2020

“Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper I love…”

“You fried my iPhone!”  

Klaus Mikaelson was broken from his song mid lyric and given the look on her face, he was certain that it didn’t lend itself to the soundtrack of the current situation.

He stopped short of finishing the sentence registering her pursed lips, furrowed brow and the distracting fact her pyjama shorts were incredibly short showcasing a set of long, delectable creamy legs underneath that her jeans had annoyingly hid from him earlier in the day.  

“You fried the whole village, idiot!”

“Are you calling me the village idiot?” Her eyes narrowed in his direction. “Is that insult popular among the locals here?”

“Yes, because we are stuck in the Middle Ages and you are, in fact, the court jester in this scenario. Albeit without the silly hat, but I’m sure we can find you one or put you in the stocks and throw vegetables at you instead. Your choice, love.”

“I’m so glad I found myself stranded in this delightful town,” she mused. “But back to my broken cell and the fact you’re hanging out in this bar and singing to yourself at 2am.”

“It’s called closing up and this isn’t New York City, sweetheart, there’s only so much power available in Dingle.”

“Dingle?”

“Wow, even those legs aren’t enough to make me like you right now,” he growled, even if his eyes were betraying his attraction. “That’s the name of this delightful town you’ve come to love in the seven hours you’ve been here.”

“I knew that,” she lied. “But can we just get back to the fact I have no working phone and it’s kind of urgent given the reason for my impromptu visit.”

“Your impromptu visit? Something you’ve mentioned multiple times since we unfortunately crossed paths at the waterfront this afternoon.”

“I’m assuming with that charm you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Pretty sure I could say the same about you, Forbes,” he noticed her expression fall briefly before sending him a determined gaze.

“Not that it’s any of your business but I came here to propose to my boyfriend on the Leap Year like Irish tradition,” she insisted.

“Now, isn’t that romantic,” he joked. “So, if that’s the case, where is the lucky guy? I’d really like to congratulate him on being able to stand your whinging.”

Klaus wasn’t expecting to suddenly feel so weird given he’d known her seven hours and she’d managed to cause him a headache and the whole village a power outage. He decided to blame it on those legs and hopefully move on but after taking a seat at the bar Klaus knew she wasn’t going anywhere yet.

“Just shut up and give me a vodka, neat,” she growled. “It’s the least you could do after completely failing me in the amenities department.”

“I think it’s void when you are responsible for killing the power, princess,” he shot back. “And it’s no surprise you drink vodka.”

“Well, if it’s good enough for the Russians,” she bit back. 

“Exactly,” he muttered, producing a shot glass and pouring in some whiskey. “But here in Ireland we drink this.” He half expected her to complain but she downed it in one go.

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“You’re really challenging me?”

“Do I need to spell it out?” She shot back. Klaus loved a challenge and this was no exception. 

“Not at all, love, I just hope you’ve brought your A game.” She nodded and a flood of shots followed. Caroline to her credit was impressive but not enough to topple Klaus who’d been doing this a while.

He’d lifted her bridal style and laid her carefully in bed upstairs, not missing just how cute she looked mumbling the words to the Star Spangled Banner. They’d made a bet during rounds that they could sing all words to their national anthem. True to her inebriated form she obliged even close to passing out.

He turned off the lights and shut the door quietly. Klaus wasn’t expecting to learn much but a drunken Caroline had poured out her heart and he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say when he saw her next. 

7 hours later….  

She woke with one eye open unsure of her foreign surroundings, the fact her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls was enough to kill the usual shriek the situation would evoke.  

She sat up quickly, regretting it immediately as the room began to spin and also threatening never to stop. At least in the Wizard of Oz a house fell down and righted the situation but not here unfortunately. There weren’t even a few cows flying past to keep her entertained just the thought that there was no bucket to capture her stomach proceeds. 

Before she could spread them far and wide, a bucket appeared from nowhere. Caroline didn’t look up, just glad she had it and proceeded to make use of it. She barely noticed when he laid her back, wiping her mouth with a wet cloth and placing aspirin and water bedside before leaving again.

9 hours later…   

Waking up again, Caroline felt slightly less sick and more so embarrassed about her behaviour. She was just lucky he hadn’t seen her like this, why she cared was a mystery.

Caroline attempted to move from the bed, only noticing him seated in the corner of the room and with just enough time to grab the sheet and wrap it around her pyjama clad body.  

“I’ve seen it all before, if that’s any consolation,” he offered standing up, his indifference not lost on Caroline. “You felt the need to come downstairs and complain about the lack of electricity in that early this morning.”

Suddenly it all came back. The power outage, their argument, the incessant drinking and whatever came after that. Given she had some clothing on was a good sign she hadn’t cheated on her fiance-to-be with some village idiot. But why was he in her room?

“And why are here in my room?” She demanded. She half expected him to split but he held his ground.

“I like to keep the rooms tidy, wouldn’t want the guests to think that we take their amenities for granted.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” she muttered, desperate for some water until he held out a bottle. Was this weird guy psychic? Sure he was kind of handsome in those dark jeans and a navy henley that hugged his toned chest but she had a fiance. Well, almost. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, screwing the cap on the bottle. “I suppose I should be going then.”

“Yeah, can’t keep lover boy waiting,” he mumbled without much sound.

“Excuse me?” 

“Well, Dublin is over four hours away but I can drive you,” he offered. “If you’d like?”

“And why would you do that exactly? After…”

“The blackout, the whinging, the drinking and the aftermath you mean?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

“I’m a glutton for punishment I suppose,” he growled. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty minutes.”

“No breakfast in this establishment then?” She called after his retreating form down the stairs.

“I’d rather you don’t vomit in my car like you have everywhere else in my establishment, Forbes.”

“Charming,” she groaned. Partly annoyed that she threw up and partly annoyed she had to do it in front of him, of all frustrating people. She was surprised he hadn’t chanted ‘I told you so’ yet.  

But why was he so willing to take her to Dublin without question? Most guys would run in the opposite direction, especially one so rude and uptight. Maybe he was just making sure she left his precious village of Dingle? These types were protective of their hometowns so Caroline decided to put it down to that and pack her bags.

2 hours later….

“No car sickness?” He asked a few miles into their journey, passing a water bottle over the passenger seat. She’d been asleep for the most part but Klaus had noticed her rousing as they drove through a neighbouring village. 

“Wow, you really take this whole doctor thing seriously, are you sure you didn’t miss your calling?” She asked gruffly, rubbing her eyes from sleep and taking the bottle from his outstretched hand.

“No need to miss anything, I am a Doctor.” 

“But you own that inn with poor electricity?”

“Funnily enough we can multi-task over here, not sure what goes on in that warped country of yours, love. And that whole electricity debacle was your fault.”

“But yet you have time to drive me to Dublin?” She asked ignoring his last comment, no doubt on purpose.

“What can I say, I’m obviously extremely bored with my life and need something to poke my eyes out and tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“Wow, someone obviously screwed you over,” she insisted. “I can tell a jilted lover a mile off.”

“Says the person who promised me unlimited Bon Jovi and Nickelback on this road trip.” 

“Liar, stop trying to change the subject with bad music choices I never agreed upon.” 

“Says the girl about to propose to some guy in Dublin?” Klaus couldn’t help himself, it just came out. She didn’t hear him last time but this time he wasn’t so lucky.

“I tend to say way too much when I’m drunk obviously.”

“No kidding,” Klaus shot back. 

“You have this way of telling me my most insecure thoughts without much feeling. I’m a little concerned about your bedside matter to be honest.”

“My bedside manner is fine but I’m concerned about your taste in men,” he shot back. 

“Because you are perfect right?”

“Not at all,” he murmured. “My ex-girlfriend thought I was inept and it never really changed in her eyes. You called your boyfriend last night and a girl answered. You laughed it off but we both know that…”

“He’s an ass.”

“You can do so much better than him and if you don’t pick a letter I’m going to beat you at the Eye Spy Championships.”

“You’re such a competitive ass…”

“You already said that, and okay Eye Spy with my little eye beginning with…”

“X”

“Is that a kiss?”

“You wish Mikaelson,” she shot back. “It will take more than that…”

[destellolunar]

Klaroline; Cinderella au

For @misssophiachase

Dear loyal subjects of the Magic Kingdom, his royal highness, our noble Prince Niklaus, invites every eligible maiden to his household for a summer ball this very day. The prince humbly requests the pleasure of their company at this magical event.

[destellolunar]

Klaroline spookathon | @galvanizedfriend

Klaroline; the addams family au

“To live without you, only that would be torture.”

“A day alone, only that would be death.”

— Inspired by [x]

[destellolunar]

Klaroline; the nutcracker au

Mystic Falls Ballet’s The Nutcracker Principal Casting Announced

By Andie Star September 15th, 2021 

The Nutcracker is a favourite tradition for families over the holidays, so when the principal published the casting list, everyone rushed to find out who would be playing the leads. Today, the Mystic Falls Ballet publicly revealed the cast for its anticipated return to the stage this December.  

Dancer Caroline Forbes will make her debut as Clara, and First Soloist Klaus Mikaelson will dance the role of The Nutcracker. From the slow build-up of the orchestra to the final bows and cheers, a trip to Mystic Falls Ballet’s Nutcracker is an unforgettable and magical Christmas treat. 

Caroline found herself speechless while finishing the article. That was the moment she had always dreamed of, so what could be the problem? Well, Caroline wasn’t counting on Klaus fucking Mikaelson to land the role as the Nutcracker. Oh, how she hated that arrogant bastard.