#koline

[dustgathering]

[lynyrdwrites]

Can you do a chapter for Odds and Ends with either Caroline and Elijah or Caroline and Kol. It doesn't even have to be romantic just them talking or getting drunk. Maybe Enzo could join them.

Remember how I said I will write pretty much any Caroline pairing?  I really wasn’t lying.  Have some Kol/Caroline (Koroline?  Koline? Not sure what they’re called).  It mentions Enzo, but he doesn’t really hang out with them (sorry).  Enjoy!

A friend for the end of the world

                Being dead sucks.

                Being dead and stuck in a world that is, quite literally, falling to hell?  It’s terrifying.  But at least it means she has company.

                “You’d think after a thousand years and dying, my father would be over his vendetta with Nik.”

                “You’d think that after a thousand years your brother would know to wrap it up before sleeping with questionable werewolves.”

                Being dead sucks, but it means you don’t have to pay to travel the world.  Caroline has been to France to Russia.  She’s visited Brazil and Hawaii, and she’s finally found her way to New Orleans, because what can you do when you’re dead if not ruminate on the could-have-beens?

                And Klaus is a major could-have-been.

                Somewhere in the time since leaving Mystic Falls and winding up here, she was joined by Kol.  It had been a surprise.  After her death-by-Traveller, she thought she might be able to convince Enzo to accompany her, but he was too busy lighting fires and trying to drown Elena, and Caroline was, quite frankly, over Mystic Falls.  Now that even her death had an expiration date, she was going to use what remained of it to leave that hell hole behind.

                Kol had apparently agreed, and now they were watching Klaus and some blonde bartender with none of Caroline’s fashion sense get pretty cozy while he recovered from the horror movie that was his father’s attempt to make him miserable.

                So much for being her last love.

                “Jealous, Darling?” Kol asked, smirking at her, and Caroline rolled her eyes.

                “Please.  She’s a less perky me, when I was human.  Our tragic backstories are even similar.  Besides, I’m dead.  He might as well move on, I suppose.”

                “She has none of your fire, either,” Kol offered after a moment as they continued watching, and Caroline began to wonder if ghosts could throw up.  “I mean, she likes to play pretend, but as soon as my brother gets a little teary eyed she moulds herself into whatever he needs her to be.  I wonder if the girl has her own personality?”

                “You’re bitter,” Caroline remarked, turning her back to Klaus and the blonde (Camille is her name, but Caroline doesn’t use it).  “Like, seriously bitter.”

                “Can you blame me?  Whilst your companions back in Mystic Falls are searching frantically, desperately to save you and the Bennett girl and the whole of the Other Side, my siblings are antagonizing the powerful witches that may actually know how to accomplish that and aren’t even wondering about my possible permanent demise when this side fails.  Always and forever… a bit of a joke, isn’t it?”

                “Let’s leave, then,” Caroline says abruptly, getting to her feet.

                “And go where?  We can’t do much, Darling.  We’re dead.”

                “We’re dead, but we’re not alone.” Caroline held out her hand, and Kol accepted it with a sigh.  “Your siblings don’t care about you?  Screw ‘em.  Leave Klaus to his bartender and Elijah to his brother’s baby mama – which, ew… and creepy – and we’ll go… somewhere else.  Anywhere else.  Take us there.”

                Kol eyed their entwined hands for a moment, then looked back at Klaus and the bartender.  Finally, his lips quirked into a familiar wicked smirk and he tugged Caroline into his arms.  She gasped in surprise.

                “Hold on tight, Sweet,” he said, and Caroline blinked and the scene around them changed.  No longer were they in the Mikaelson Manor in the French Quarter.  Instead they were on a beach, surrounded by sand and water and sun.  Caroline couldn’t actually feel its heat on her skin, but she closed her eyes and imagined she could anyway.

                “A beach?” she asks, smiling at him.  “You don’t strike me as the type.”

                “Perhaps I’m just hoping I can get you to skinny dip.  A ghost has to get his kicks somehow, Darling.”

                “Yeah,” Caroline agreed, looking back at the ocean.  And because she’s a ghost whose days are likely numbered, and he’s there looking at her with a smirk that doesn’t quite hide the pain of siblings’ abandonment, Caroline figures why the hell not?  She pulls her shirt off and tosses it behind her.  The laws of ghosthood, or whatever you call it, say that the second they move anywhere else, the clothes will be on her once more… but for now, she stands there in her bra and, when she shucks her jeans, panties, and raises a challenging brow at her companion.

                “Caroline Forbes… what would the Miss Mystic committee say if they could see you now?”

                “Probably that I have a nice ass,” Caroline replies with a cheeky grin, and she wanders into the ocean.  She can hear him move behind her, and if she was being daring by stripping down to her underwear, then Kol takes it the next step further, joining her in the water naked a the day he was born.  She begins to blush, but fights it back determinedly.  She’s a ghost, no point in getting embarrassed… so instead she just maintains her grin.  “A little cold?”

                “Funny, darling. Aren’t you going to join me?  This is so much more… freeing. Letting it all hang loose.”

                Caroline rolls her eyes at the comment, but by the time she catches up to him in the ocean, she’s as naked as he is.

                She’s dead, and there’s no one there to judge her.  And Kol is right.

                It is freeing.

—-

                It’s the end of the world and Kol is her only company.

                They managed to save Bonnie, to break her connection to the Other Side while maintaining her life.  Enzo managed to tag along somehow, Caroline doesn’t know the details, she just knows that she got left behind.  She wants to feel bitter, to hate everyone for saving Bonnie but not her… but how can she begrudge her bestfriend her life?  Bonnie already died for them once, Caroline is glad she won’t do it again.

                She hopes her friend will walk away once this is all done.  Call it quits on Elena and the Salvatores and everything vampire and supernatural.  She hopes Bonnie will lead a long human life away from them all, or else she’ll just end up dead again.

                Dead and… done, as Caroline is soon to be.

                “I guess this is the end, Darling,” Kol says as the wind picks up and they stand in Mystic Falls once more, watching as Liv and Luke work the spell that will stop the Travellers, but also destroy them.  Her friends are right there helping, but she can see Bonnie looking around, as though she can sense their presence.  There are tears in her eyes, and Caroline knows that no one feels more guilty about this than Bonnie, even though she’s the one who has the least to feel guilty about.

                “I guess it is,” Caroline agreed, perching on the hood of Damon’s car.  It’s her little way of getting revenge, because she knows how much Damon loves this thing, and how angry he would be if he could see her.  “I should have had sex with you on the beach that day.”

                “Oh?” Kol responds, and Caroline smirks to herself, because she’s obviously surprised the Original; not an easy feat to accomplish.

                “Yeah.  Now I’m going to die, and your brother will have been the last person I slept with.  Which sucks, because he’s living it up with werewolves and witches and bartenders.  So I should have had sex with you.”

                “You should have,” Kol agreed.  “A two for one.  We both get revenge against Nik.  It’s not too late.”

                But the wind is picking up and the sky is growing ever darker.  It is too late.  Caroline can already feel the pull of whatever void it is that will swallow them picking at her clothes and hair. 

                “It’s been fun, Kol.”

                “Back at you, Darling,” he replies, and their hands find each other one last time.

                When the void sucks them, they go together, hands keeping them connected.

                And then there is nothing.

[little-carolineforbesarchive]

+bloodandsnark | Three Hundred and Seventy Eight Nights

She saw him every time she closed her eyes. 

Each night she would wrap herself in one of his t-shirts, desperately hoping that a small whiff of his scent would still remain trapped in the cotton even though she knew that after so long, it would be impossible, and she would curl up underneath her covers. From the first moment her eyes closed, it was his face that greeted her. 

She would see that smirk that made her heart and hear his husky voice murmuring that he loved her. She would remember the way his arms would snake around her waist and how he would bury his face in the crook of her neck. She would remember what it was like to be completely and totally in love and how each moment with him was more special than the last. 

And then her eyes would flutter open again and she would remember. 

He was gone. 

The blonde shifted under the covers, a strangled sob escaping her lips as she buried herself deeper in the cocoon of blankets. She had thought it would stop hurting after a while but she had spent three hundred and seventy-eight nights like this and there was no sign of it stopping any time soon. 

He was gone and she would spend each night falling in love with his face in her dreams and waking to remember that he'd been brutally ripped away from her before they'd even had a chance. 

[little-carolineforbesarchive]

∞✎✍☏

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

One of the things that Caroline can't help but love most about Kol, though he probably doesn't know it, is his old-world behavior. She doesn't even think he realizes some of the things he does. He always walks on the outside near the street, he always opens the door for her, and he lets her set the pace in their relationship. It's a welcome change from the type of men the blonde is used to dating. 

✎: An unsent letter from my muse to yours.

Kol, 

I think we need to talk. Which doesn't really count since I'm writing it instead of actually saying it but I guess that doesn't matter much... I know we've been best friends for a long time now but something seems...different. Is it just me? Do you feel it too? I can't stop thinking about you. You're probably smirking right now and saying something like "Love, that's how all women who know me feel."   

I think. I know

We should

Why the hell haven't you kissed you yet, you stupid buffoon? 

Oh fuck it. 

To never be sent because seriously, this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever committed to paper. 

✍: What my muse has written about yours in their diary. 

If someone had told me a year ago that my best friend would be the brother of the man who's made our lives a living hell, I would have told them they were insane. If someone had told me that I would find myself falling head over heels in love with him, with no sign of ever stopping, I would have had them committed. 

And yet...here I am. Completely and undeniably in love in a way that I didn't think was possible. It's different...so different than all the other times that it makes me question if those were even as real as I thought they were. And maybe it's because we were so close before, because it was so easy to be around him. He knows exactly who I am, flaws and all, and accepts them.

He's the first guy who's never tried to change them.

And I'm absolutely terrified. Terrified of losing him. Terrified he doesn't feel the same way I do. Terrified that this is just a passing phase in his mind, a way to kill some time before moving on to a new city and a new life. Terrified that Klaus is going to put a stop to it. Terrified that this warm feeling in my heart, the way it spreads through my entire body just at the thought of him is going to fade away. 

☏: A drunk phone call

"Babyyyyyy." Caroline laughed into the phone, bracing herself against the wall of the Grill. "Didja know that I love you? Cause I really really do. And I might be just a teeny tiny bit drunk right now but it's all Elena's fault. She's the one who made me do shots. So you can yell at her tomorrow for why I'm so crabby and hungover okay? Hey...wanna do me a favorrrrr? Come pick me up? I don't wanna sleep alone tonight and you're my favorite pillow. Didja know that? You're soft and squishy and warm and Oh! Lena's back. She's got more shots. They're green! I love you!" 

[little-carolineforbesarchive]

I want the K.

8: Eyelid Kiss

It had been a terrible night. A horrible night that left them both stained with blood as they stumbled through the door of the Mikaelson mansion. Caroline couldn't remember the last time things had been calm in Mystic Falls. Probably not since long before the veil dropped and the revengeful Supernatural came to reek havoc. 

She sighed softly, leaning against the youngest Original as he guided her to the couch. They were both too beat up to make it up the stairs to the bedrooms and neither cared much that blood seemed onto the fabric beneath them. Caroline molded herself against him, desperate to be close to the one person who actually attempted to protect her while the world around them crumbled. 

"Sleep now, love." His husky voice ordered, his fingers tugging through her mussed curls. She had chopped them all off over a month ago, so they hung just above her shoulders and bounced around her face. He had pouted at first but Caroline thought he had come to like it. 

"Take your own advice, Mikaelson." Caroline muttered, leaning up to brush her lips slowly over his already closed lids before snuggling back to his side and quickly drifting off. 

Kol's eyes glanced down to her, his fingers continuing their motion. He always forced himself to stay awake, long after the blonde in his arms fell asleep.

It was his job to keep her safe, after all.  

[silverwingsoftime]

Is it normal to ship Damon/Caroline, Kol/Caroline, KIaus/Caroline, Stefan/Caroline at the same time?

[gayblush]

can you write a dabble about Kol and Caroline having fun at the beach?!

Hope you like it! Sorry it took so long and it's really short! :/

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"KOL!" The Blonde Vampire yelled at her boyfriend before giggling when he lifts her off the ground. 

he laughs delighted by the sound of her happy giggles and kisses her. 

She super-speeds off his arms, she walks away from his slowly through the water. Turning to him and biting her lower lip teasingly.

He laughs and shakes his head. He couldn't help but admire her, in her pink bikini and her tousled wet blonde hair. God, he loved her. 

"Come here, love." He demands playfully, opening his arms to her.

"No." She shakes her childishly, trying not to smile at the Original. 

"Come here." 

"No." 

"Caroline." He warns her, playfully. 

"Kol" She imitates back, laughing and walking farther away.

"Don't make me come after you." He threatens, a smile on his face. 

She simply shrugs, biting her fingernail with her blue doe eyed looking at him the way she knew he couldn't resist. 

He speeds to her, carrying his girlfriend off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist. She wraps her arms around his neck for support, even if she didn't need it. 

he kisses her slowly and passionately. 

"Hmm.. I love you." She says softly, as she touches her nose with his. 

"Love you too, Care." He whispering, smiling.

He didn't know he would ever say those words to a person, but here he was saying them to Caroline Forbes. Who knew? Certainly not him. But he was happy for once with the blonde by his side, he couldn't be luckier. 

[britcroft]

'I didn't fall for your brother Klaus, what makes you think i'll fall for you ?' says Caroline.

Kol laught and answer, 'you seem a bit mad, beautiful, but wait for the smolder !'

'The Smolder ? oh god that's ridiculous, do you realise it at least ?'

gif and fic by BritCroft

Koline (Kol and Caroline) requested by fallingwithoutasafteynet