Happy Klaroween

The music site 8tracks, where we've hosted our playlist gifts, is going to be shutting down at the end of the month, which means any lovely Klaroline playlists that have been gifted over the years will be lost. But fear not, you can export your favorites to Spotify in the next few days so you don't lose all those Klaroline feels for good!

Please check out our playlist tag #klaroline playlist or #klaroline fanmix or our gift masterposts to find all the amazing playlists made by talented Klaroliners.

Also visit our other gift exchange pages, @klarolinewinterwonderland and @klarolinevalentines, for any playlists created under those exchanges as well!

KLAROLINE REWIND

Ever wish you could go back in time and change the past? 

Ever wish Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson got their happily ever after?

If you answered yes to both, we hear you! 

As we approach the anniversary of that Originals finale (that granted most of us would like to forget) the team wanted to give the fandom an opportunity to rewind time and make some good memories. We’d like to celebrate Klaroline and what could have been; past, present, and future.  

On August 1st and 2nd, give us all your drabbles, gifs, graphics, videos, aesthetics, headcanons, rants and anything else about our favorite couple during the series and beyond. 

Just remember to tag your works #klarolinerewind so we can share them with everyone!

Huge thanks also to the talented @joey-prue for the gorgeous gif she made for this event.

A gift for @supremeuppityone for kicking our asses in Klaroween Bingo : ) I’m sorry it took me so long, I hope you like what I’ve done with your prompt. It’s a very loose fusion with the movie of the same name.

“She met him while robbing a stagecoach - which meant she had no time to get distracted by a pair of dimples.”

Maverick

Wyoming, USA - July 1883

“I suggest you drop those reins and step down from the coach real slow,” she demanded, her gun pointed squarely at the driver’s chest. It wasn’t an easy feat to catch a passing stagecoach but it seemed they had stopped to water the horses and Caroline decided it was the perfect time to attack.

She looked down briefly at her once pristine dress now caked in dust and god knows what else from the elements, Caroline was hoping she could get this whole ordeal over and done with so she could bathe and change. She considered herself a lady after all, not that you could tell from her current appearance.

In all of the time surveying her clothing situation the driver still hadn’t moved an inch. Caroline rolled her eyes annoyed that a chauvinistic, male idiot couldn’t take her seriously even with a gun trained on him. Tiring of his inaction she aimed her gun and pulled the trigger, knocking off his cowboy hat in the process.

He was shaken, so much so that he fainted from the coach without any further effort on her part. Caroline made a mental note to do that first next time. What robber bothered with conversation anyhow?

“Admirable effort, love,” the voice seemed to materialise from nowhere. Unfortunately, it was a rare accent in these parts that she knew well and was immediately annoyed she hadn’t shot him instead of the driver. 

“There’s that condescending attitude I know all too well, Mikaelson,” she growled, her gun focused on his smirking expression. Now directly in her sights, it was difficult to ignore those crimson lips but even more so those dimples that seemed to be taunting her.

Caroline shook her head determined to get those particular facial features out of her mind and focus on her current task at hand. 

“Seems I beat you to this stage coach, Forbes,” he offered, stepping from the carriage and making his way towards her gun in hand. It was difficult not to notice just how handsome he looked in that suit. “But I’m willing to share as long as you don’t shoot the driver just yet.”

“Why?”

“I don’t really like manual labour or getting my hands too dirty if necessary.” Klaus replied crisply, his eyes travelling over her dress, his meaning not lost on Caroline. 

“How about I just shoot you instead? Between you and me I’m beginning to warm to the driver, you not so much.”

“That’s not what you said last night, love.” 

Thirteen hours earlier…

Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t from here and it was fairly evident given the dubious welcome he received as he journeyed throughout the sleepy towns of Wyoming towards his final destination. 

He’d rebelled from his high society upbringing to travel from England to take advantage of the lucrative beef export trade that was thriving in the United States. Well, that’s what he told his family anyway. It was really an excuse to escape the rigid life they had mapped out for him to follow.

Klaus wasn’t one who liked to be tied down and although he expected it, it took him a few months to realise that he wasn’t cut out for the life of a rancher. The climate and conditions were foreign and so too the people who saw him as nothing more than a spoiled Englishman with few skills to offer.

But he’d always prided himself on his wit and intellect. His speed to finish a book with minimal effort, his exceptional knowledge of history and, thanks to his grandfather, an impeccable poker record and ability to read even the most unreadable of people.

It was edging close to 10pm, Klaus had been playing at the poker table in the local saloon. Generally, most of the inhabitants didn’t take him or his poker skills seriously given his origins. But that was the best part.

He was up a considerable amount, the cowboy to his left wasn’t taking it too well. Klaus kept his eyes firmly trained on his hand flickering over his gun holster ready to draw at any moment.

What he wasn’t expecting was a sharp intake of perfume and a beautiful blonde to take the empty seat to his right. Her skin was pure white, her eyes the deepest of blues and those lips a cheeky shade of pink. Not that he noticed at all.   

To @itsnotacrimetoloveyou. I’m so sorry that this is late, but it’s your gift for completing the KC Halloween Bingo. Hopefully, the straight-up porn makes up for it????

ao3 link: here

word count: 1438

summary: Caroline and Klaus share a less-than-wholesome moment in the morning. OBVIOUS WARNING FOR SMUT

As the morning sun filters into the gap in the curtains, softly illuminating particles of dust floating through the air, Caroline burrows her head further into her pillow to avoid the bright light, head turned away. Her attempts are futile, however; her brain slowly rises to consciousness, registering the solid body behind her and the warm arm thrown over her waist. Her eyes blink open sleepily, and she turns her head back around to make sense of her morning situation.

She’s being spooned by Klaus, and her body is pleasantly sore, likely from last night’s final round of sex. Due to her limited arm and leg space, all she can do is turn her head to the right and view her messy bedroom floor, with their clothing tossed about and a sheet that slipped off the bed. On her left is Klaus’ most impressive and muscled chest with the faint brown hairs that begin at his abdominal muscles and trail down, disappearing behind the light blanket that covers their lower halves. On his shoulder is the familiar feather tattoo, darkly inked into his fair skin. Part of his hip still pokes out, making visible the dark-colored bruise that Caroline’s mouth had left two nights previous.

At that moment, Klaus himself stirs behind her, loosening his arm slightly around her waist. He presses a brief kiss to her bare shoulder. “Awake?” he asks in that quiet but gravelly morning voice of his that causes wetness to pool in Caroline’s pussy.

Please join us for a champagne toast as we countdown to midnight. We’ll ring in the new year with confetti - and perhaps a kiss - and share our resolutions.

We can’t wait to see what holiday/new year’s themed goodies you come up with through aesthetics, drabbles, graphics, gifs and videos. Blow us away with your celebratory treats!

Please join us for a champagne toast as we countdown to midnight. We’ll ring in the new year with confetti - and perhaps a kiss- and share our resolutions.

Of course, this is generally what happens in romantic comedies and we’d love to see you bring all of the bolded terms to life through gif sets, drabbles, aesthetics, videos and graphics.  

Still need some ideas? How about these?

“Are you sure we should be lighting fireworks here….?”

“You can’t arrest me… I’m too pretty for jail.”

“I’m having an existential crisis. I was coming up with New Years resolutions, and I realised I’m too far gone. There’s no fixing me now.”

*Fireworks blasting* “Will you marry me?” “What? I can’t hear you!”

“This is the last time I’m spending New Year’s Eve in the Emergency room!”

“Power’s out on the whole block and we’re stuck in this elevator together on New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s too cold to go outside.”

“We’re two celebrities cohosting New Year’s Rockin’ Eve and we hate each other but we’re contractually obligated to kiss”

“I thought you said there’d be alcohol.”

Now that we have filled you with some more prompt ideas, we are looking forward to seeing you create some new years/holiday themed works of your choice from December 30 - January 1st.

Please join us for a champagne toast as we countdown to midnight. We’ll ring in the new year with confetti - and perhaps a kiss- and share our resolutions.

Of course, this is generally what happens in romantic comedies and we’d love to see you bring all of the bolded terms to life through gif sets, drabbles, aesthetics, videos and graphics.  

But if you need some other suggestions how about these more unpredictable options this KlaroEve?

Klaus and Caroline are strangers and fight over the last bottle of champagne at the store.

Klaus and Caroline get a little too drunk at a New Year’s Eve Party…

Caroline gets confetti in her hair… Klaus notices

Klaus and Caroline arrive separately to a New Year’s Party, and end up standing next to each other during the countdown to midnight.

Klaus is not sure of the words to Auld Lang Syne… Caroline helps him out

Someone ‘accidentally’ left the Christmas misteltoe up at the New Year’s Eve party…

Klaus and Caroline are in different timezones but still manage to spend New Year’s together.

Caroline loves to dance at parties… Klaus not so much.

Klaus is returning a Christmas present to the store where Caroline works..

Now that we have filled you with prompt ideas, we are looking forward to seeing you create some new years/holiday themed works of your choice from December 30 - January 1st.

Please join us for a champagne toast as we countdown to midnight. We’ll ring in the new year with confetti - and perhaps a kiss- and share our resolutions.

Of course, this is generally what happens in romantic comedies and we’d love to see you bring all of the bolded terms to life through gif sets, drabbles, aesthetics, videos and graphics.  

But if you need some other suggestions how about these more unpredictable options this KlaroEve?

Klaus and Caroline are strangers and fight over the last bottle of champagne at the store.

Klaus and Caroline get a little too drunk at a New Year’s Eve Party…

Caroline gets confetti in her hair… Klaus notices

Klaus and Caroline arrive separately to a New Year’s Party, and end up standing next to each other during the countdown to midnight.

Klaus is not sure of the words to Auld Lang Syne… Caroline helps him out

Someone ‘accidentally’ left the Christmas misteltoe up at the New Year’s Eve party…

Klaus and Caroline are in different timezones but still manage to spend New Year’s together.

Caroline loves to dance at parties… Klaus not so much.

Klaus is returning a Christmas present to the store where Caroline works..

Now that we have filled you with prompt ideas, we are looking forward to seeing you create some new years/holiday themed works of your choice from December 30 - January 1st. 

This is the long, long-overdue prize fic for @sunshineandfangs​ for all her wonderful @klaroween​ works and points she won in bingo! Congrats!

Klaus will not be weak, not even for pretty, little Caroline. His mother and her curse to limit his demonic side would not win, though the succubus who catches his eye takes him closer to danger than he’d ever been before.

Save the Date

Please join us for dancing, cocktails, and celebration this KlaroEve

When: December 30th - January 1st

Where: Mystic Falls, New Orleans, Rome, Paris, or Tokyo (whatever your preference)

Dress: Formal

What to Bring: Your creativity and passion. Let’s make 2019 a Klaroline year to remember with drabbles, aesthetics, videos, gif sets, and graphics.

Further Info: Prompts will be posted in the coming days, can’t wait to see what you come up with!

I made this gift for @labime for her participation in the @klaroween bingo… go check out her stuff 😍 Thanks to @supremeuppityone for making this amazing! Thank you 😘  Hope you all enjoy! :) 

MC and Mafia AU

The steel door snapped open with a sinister click. Caroline instantly recognized two of the men as her kidnappers while the other three were a mystery. She began to cry, pleading for them to let her go, as the suited man looked at her. She hadn’t had much luck with the first two, so she was hoping these three would let her go. 

They’d regret it if they didn’t. “You somehow kidnapped the wrong girl.” The suited man drawled. The young lad, who was just a bit younger than her and had just the right amount of crazy in his eyes, began laughing at his brother. “No shit! She’s blonde, not dark-haired. You need new men Marcel, or was this your idea?” “We couldn’t get to Elena, thought her friend would do.” Marcel muttered, “the Salvatores will still come for her to please their precious girl.” “Let her go.” The man leaning up against the door in his leather jacket and dark jeans, black combat boots crossed at the ankles announced, stopping her fake tears as she looked up at him. “You can’t be serious Niklaus, she can still tell us information on the brothers. That and she will run straight to the police. We don’t need their presence right now.” The Suit tried to explain. “Do you know anything about the Salvatores, Miss?” Niklaus asked her.

Caroline tried to catch her breath from her fake tears and feigned ignorance, “I know of them, of course. Everyone in Mystic Falls does.” “Do you know anything about their business?” He carried on, bored. “No, I just know they work together in a family company, I swear!” She let a few fake sobs leave her for effect. “I only know them through my childhood. Elena an I reconnected recently when I moved back. I don’t know anything.” “What can you tell us?” The Suit asked her. Her fake tears suddenly dried as Caroline smirked, sending a quick glance toward the doorway. “I can tell you that Thierry here is the mole you’ve been looking for.” The man she outed started sputtering and shouting threats that became more and more hysterical as the mood began to shift in the small room. Caroline chose to ignore it all except for Niklaus. Something in his dangerous gaze held her attention, and she wasn’t leaving until she understood her instant fascination. “You see, my guy down at the station had a visitor claiming he can tell them all the dealings of the Mikaelson Club. Even offered evidence against the three of you. Mainly you, Hybrid. In exchange for anonymity, of course.” Caroline paused, favouring each of the Mikaelsons with a measured look before carrying on. “Of course, my guy took the evidence and destroyed it whilst promising poor Thierry that he’s safe.” “And you’re telling us this in exchange for…” The Suit, Elijah asked her. She easily freed her hands from behind the chair, casually resting them in her lap. “Call it a gift. A goodwill gesture of sorts.” Klaus snapped his fingers and Kol wordlessly pulled his gun out and shot Thierry straight between his eyes. The acrid smell of smoke-tainted with the coppery blood filled the room, but no one seemed especially bothered by the sudden violence.   “Huh… I would’ve made that last a lot longer. Snitches.” Caroline looked at the body with disdain. “Carved him up a bit to the girlfriend he tried to leave you for. Shame, but who am I to tell you how to run things.” Kol laughed, “Bloodthirsty little thing, aren’t you?” Not bothering to look his way, Caroline addressed Niklaus with her proposal. “I employed some of my best staff to infiltrate your little boys’ club down. You’re not the only ones the Salvatores have pissed off. They’re too cosy here for my liking, irritating my family with their regardlessness to proprietary and I propose we merge resources to fend them off your territory.” She bit her tongue, not liking to have help, but her friends had to go and fall in love.

Damn them.

Katherine, she could understand. She already had feelings for Elijah and Caroline was banking on those feelings for her plan to work. Bonnie and Enzo falling in love were surprising indeed. She sent them both to be minor players in the Michaelson Motorcycle Club, but Enzo had his eyes on the sister, Rebekah.

A slight inconvenience, but she loved her friends and if they were to fall in love then their happiness comes before business. Bonnie falling back for Kol, who had his sights on her- and on her arse- cemented her idea of partnering up with the little boys club.

She wasn’t willing to risk her friends’ lives for her revenge on the Salvatores.

“You have people working in my group. You should consider them dead, love. Now, who the hell are you?” Klaus growled at her, anger overtaking the amusement in his eyes, looking at her as though contemplating tearing her apart with his teeth. Caroline rubbed her thighs together slightly, frowning at this man who was getting under her skin, making her all hot and bothered. She did not have time for this type of dimpled distraction. “What do you know about the mafia?!” She asked, ignoring his threats and demands. “There are five families. They are either feuding between one another or in cahoots. There was an arranged marriage between two families before they split up, wanting to tie the families’ loyalty even more. There’s a myth that they had a child but no one knows if it’s true. Big timers, practically run the government with the number of people they have on their payroll from agents to politicians,” Kol explained. She favoured the group with a secret smile. “I’m Caroline Forbes, heir to the Forbes and MacIntyre fortunes. Two of the five mafia families." 

Huge thanks for @misssophiachase for helping me out with the idea, for saving this drabble and beta-ing and also for chance to participate in this awesome event. You are absolutely sweetheart. Written for lovely @austennerdita2533 and @klaroween.

The house was old.

It must have been built a century or two ago, Caroline decided, looking at the once rich, blue color of the walls, from which the paint, now thickly overgrown with ivy, was crumbling. Nobody had lived in it in for so long that the window glass trembled as she looked into the dusty windows.

“Hush hush. I’ll stay here,” she murmured. The keyhole was rusted and Caroline looked questioningly at it before producing the copper-colored key from her pocket,. She turned it, hearing a loud click as the door slowly creaked open.

“Thank you,” Caroline sucked in the dusty air and with her fingertips gently stroked the doorknob. The house was practically purring, forcing her to smile for the first time in recent days. She had not lived in a house with character for a long time.

✨You’re Beautiful and Dirty Rich

When Klaus Mikaelson (writer and black sheep of the wealthy Mikaelson family) met Caroline Forbes (youngest CEO in Forbes Atlantic in history and fashion icon) the first thing she did was ask him to marry her.

As she explained why she needed a husband to help her sabotage her own wedding he found himself getting lost in her eyes and he knew he was in trouble. When she told his shit father off within 24 hours of meeting him, he knew that no other woman would ever compare to her. It goes without saying when he learned they would have to stay married to protect Caroline’s image he took it as sign from the gods that he and she were meant to be.

Having a husband around wasn’t part of Caroline’s five year plan but now she was suddenly stuck going to dinner parties, business meetings, brunches with in-laws and all other kinds of social events on the arm of her British-accented husband. Caroline kept reminding herself it would all be over soon and that no matter how charming or funny or sexy her future ex-spouse seemed to be, she would stay strong and she would not fall in love with him…no matter how good he smelled. 

This is a gift for the lovely @klarolinesbuttons — thank you for all of the wonderful works you created for the Klaroween Bingo Event! I hope you like your gift!

In this AU human story, Klaus discovers the archaeological find of the century with an ancient underwater city and now he’s expected to share credit with a brazen blonde upstart who enjoys arguing and flirting in equal measure.

Historical note: In 2001, there was an amazing archaeological find — the underwater city of Heracleion, that plunged into the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Egypt nearly 1,200 years ago. Definitely ‘worth a Google’ when you see the amazing artifacts they’ve found! 

“The thief is not the one who steals, but the one that is caught.”

— George Bernard Shaw

               Its bite radius seemed to be the size of a bloody golf cart, and rather than shrink back in terror when faced with arguably the most dangerous shark species in the world, Caroline appeared to be glaring at it while forcibly grabbing several gold Egyptian idols she’d excavated from the seafloor. Klaus swore that blonde menace was bloody insane as she faced off with the aggressive bull shark, defiantly swimming off without a backward glance to see if it intended to chase after her.

           As lead archaeologist for the ancient city of Heracleion, Klaus had endured a mind-numbing amount of red tape as his board of regents dictated every aspect of his research off the coast of Egypt, but he lost count of the number of times he almost quit after they sent Caroline Forbes to join his team. She arrived a month ago, with her sunshine curls, mischievous blue eyes and maddening spreadsheets that rearranged every one of his excavation processes. And her insufferable know-it-all attitude left him gritting his teeth after he secretly fact-checked her various research arguments with him only to discover that she might be the foremost expert in Egyptology.

           And that was when he knew he was in trouble. Because in his decades-long academic career, he’d never allowed anyone or anything to distract him from his research. But Caroline was a force of nature who swept into his life and left him completely out of his depth for the first time in his life. Klaus had tried to maintain a comfortable professional distance, but his control was worn thin every time she argued with him about proper sarcophagi preservation while wearing those distracting mid-thigh scuba suits she preferred.

           Shaking his head in irritation at the blonde’s recklessness, he forced himself to ascend slowly in the warm water to avoid decompression complications. When he finally broke the surface, he scowled at the cheeky grin that greeted him. Caroline leaned over the lower deck of their research vessel to help him scale the steel ladder. “Took you long enough, Klaus. I was starting to think my friend decided to play tag with you,” she teased.

           “Your ‘friend’ has a fearsome reputation for jaws of steel that ruthlessly hang on with no tolerance for provocation, and you chose to taunt the beast by encroaching on his territory. What the hell were you thinking,” Klaus growled, hating how his schoolboy crush made him irrationally angry at his colleague.

           Rolling her eyes, she bent over, inadvertently giving him a front-row seat to the perfection that was her magnificently sculpted arse as she retorted, “Well, I was thinking my friend could wait his turn because it’s finders keepers.” Straightening with one of the tarnished gold idols, she shrugged carelessly, “It’s the law of the land.” Excitedly stroking the statue, she gushed, “Do you see the beautifully rendered electrum? I estimate it’s 80% gold and the pharaonic head covering almost perfectly mimics the Amun-Gerb temple burial masks!”

           It was that unique adventurous spirit, along with her obvious enthusiasm for their scholarly endeavors, that had him completely captivated, Klaus realized with a small smile. Just the other day, the bloody lunatic had casually shooed away a venomous lionfish that had grown curious about an extraordinarily well-preserved stele she’d unearthed.

           But she wasn’t always so fearless.

This is my Klaroween Bingo Gift for the lovely Nicole @romanoffsbite. Thanks for all the inspired prompts, it was tough to pick one so I combined two of them. I really hope you like it luv.  Thanks to @klarolinesbuttons for the creative suggestions.

“Friend of a friend needs a place to stay” AND “We hate each other but we both have a mutual friend so we have to put up with each other AU”

Do Not Disturb

Monday

“Why are you parked on my couch, taking advantage of my cable and eating my cheetos?” She growled, snatching them from his greedy grasp.

Work had been bad enough but coming back to her apartment and finding this idiot, albeit gorgeous, stretched out on her sofa was messing with her usually well-kept composure.

“Enzo said I could crash and last time I checked you agreed, love.”

“That was before you ate my cheetos and called me that,” she hissed. “And don’t even get me started on your television choices.”

“What’s your problem with The Gilmore Girls exactly? Let me guess you’re a Jess fan?”

“Seriously?” 

“Logan, huh?” He smirked causing a few, unfamiliar flutters. “I think we might become good friends yet.”

Klaus Mikaelson reminded her too much of Logan which wasn’t helping matters. She swore they both had the same, signature smirk when they were trying to be cute.

“We are not becoming anything because you won’t be living here for that long, thankfully.”

“But if I’m not here, who’s going to eat your Cheetos instead?” If she wasn’t infuriated enough, he had to go and flash a stray dimple in her direction.

Where the hell did that come from?  

“Maybe the person who bought them? Why can’t you go and mooch off someone else?”

“It’s like I never left,” Enzo whistled, interrupting their argument. “This morning it was about the toilet seat position and now we’re fighting about an overrated, savory snack?”

“They are not overrated!” They both replied in unison, their attention now squarely on him.

“Would you look at that,” he drawled. “Seems like you two might just have something in common, even down to those girlie shows you watch.” He gestured to the television screen where Rory and Lorelai were drinking coffee. Again.

“Girlie?”

“Wow, you two read minds just like a real couple and, just so you know, she’s a huge Logan fan. I made the mistake of getting on the Jess bandwagon and she hasn’t let me forget it since.”

“I thought she might be,” he smirked.

Again.

Bastard.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Caroline growled, choosing to ignore his last comment.

“Only if it’s a cold one,” Klaus called out to her retreating back.

“You wish,” she scoffed thinking he was just that full of himself while spinning around to another smirk. It’s like he did it for a living or something.

“No, I mean there’s no hot water left, I used the last of it earlier.”

“Unbelievable,” Caroline rolled her eyes thinking Enzo was no longer the worst roommate ever, the guy parked on her couch and eating her Cheetos was.

Wednesday

“Klaus, get out!” Caroline squealed, attempting to hold up her towel and shut the door in his face at the same time.  

Although he was pretty much half asleep, which is how he found himself stumbling blindly into the bathroom, he wasn’t for much longer seeing Caroline barely clothed. His eyes were suddenly on autopilot, roaming the length of her creamy neck towards the swell of her breasts peeking out teasingly from her towel.

Klaus knew she was beautiful, even when she was angry, but from this vantage point she was exquisite. Well, until the door slammed in his face. It was fair enough but he was still a little upset.

Klaus Mikaelson didn’t do relationships, he didn’t do commitment and that suited him just fine. Moving into Enzo’s place was supposed to be temporary. 

That was until he met her.

Blonde. 

Beautiful. 

Demanding.