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A03 updates on The Mikaelsons! Now this is also fully updated on both sites so starting next chapter, it's completely new content on all platforms.

Well, I am suuuuuper early for Historical Week of Klaroline Fanfic Week (7/6-7/12/26) @klarolinefanficweek! But, the post did say we could post sneak peeks! I mean, I think I'll be well and done with this plotline by the time July rolls around but I can always gather together all these chapters into a bulk post again then.

Current historical subplot: Oh crap, Kol Mikaelson gave her a necklace for Christmas that sent Caroline back to the palace of Versailles during the reign of France's the Sun King. And of course the first person she bumps into is Klaus... followed shortly by the rest of the Mikaelsons...

Chapter 24 - a03 / Chapter 25 -a03

Chapter 24 - fanfic.net / Chapter 25 - fanfic.net

Preview:

“You are fortunate,” Rebekah said, pulling open a carved armoire, “that I am in Madame de Maintenon’s service. Here at court I am known as Mademoiselle Beaumont, maid of honor in the household of Madame de Maintenon," Rebekah explained with casual pride. "Françoise d'Aubigné runs this palace more shrewdly than half the ministers; her piety rules the kings' conscience and, through him, all of France. To serve under her leaves me close enough to the Sun King's ear to hear every secret worth hearing — and to be mistaken for virtuous while I drink it all in. And, to therefore possess gowns suitable for a miracle that fell from the heavens. Or from wherever you claim to have come. Rumors of your strange arrival amid Christmas Mass did spread."

“Not quite the heavens,” Caroline said under her breath. “More like the holiday season gone wrong.”

Rebekah’s laugh was a low chime. “Delightful. Every guest at court insists on being the first of their kind; why should you be different? Now, tell me what sort of trouble my brother has brought home.”

Caroline hesitated. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated is my mother’s milk,” Rebekah said, looping a robe about herself and tying it with absent grace. “Start.”

So Caroline did, at least a version she judged survivable.  She told of an impossible future, a necklace from their brother Kol, of waking in the courtyards of Versailles — and of Klaus, that she loved him in a different century and he loved her in return. She left out the part about her relationships with the rest of the family. By the time she finished, Rebekah was half‑seated on a cushioned bench, head tilted, watching as if listening to an elaborate fiction.

“So,” Rebekah summarized, “you are wine from my brother’s future vintages, and apparently quite sure he did not invent you.”

Caroline shrugged helplessly. “It’s true. Well, except I’m aware that both of you had a hand in creating succubi.”

“How tiresome that truth and madness often share the same tailor.”

Her tone was bemused, yet not entirely dismissive. The faintest echo of something thoughtful lingered behind the sarcasm. "A succubus from tomorrow. Even at Versailles we have not staged that play yet."

🎉A Walk in the Woods🎉

“Having troubling keeping up, dear Caroline?” Elijah called back to his blonde companion, who trudged along behind him.

“No,” Caroline called back. “Though, I am wondering why we’re out here in the middle of nowhere! You’re not planning on killing me or something, right? I mean, we haven’t exactly been friends or anything.. So, I suppose that would make sense of you were, Elijah. But you’re not. You’re not, yes?”

The Original found her ever growing nervous replied to be amusing. He smiled secretly, before putting her fears to ease, “No, I’m not going to kill you. If I were, I wouldn’t have picked you up from your house and brought you all the way out here. I would have simply killed you when you opened your front door.”

“Well, if you’re not doing all this to lure me into a false sense of security, then what are we doing out here?” The blonde asked next.

Elijah stopped and turned back to face her, “We’re out here, because I thought you might be interested to see where my family lived a thousand years ago.”

Caroline’s lovely face contorted in deep confusion, “I don’t understand. Why would you want to show me that?”

“Because I find you intriguing, Miss Forbes,” he replied, as he slowly closed the distance between them. “I want to get to know you and I want you to get to know me. I thought that showing you where my family used to live would be a good start, so sort of ice breaker, as they say. If you don’t wish to go any further, we can turn around now and I’ll take you home.”

The spunky, young vampire considered him for a moment with slight disbelief, before breaking out into a smile, “Well, I am curious to know more about the most ancient family of vampires, so I suppose I can allow you to show me the before times.”

Elijah smiled in return, “Good. Shall we?”

With that, he allowed Caroline to go on ahead of him. He watched her go with admiration, before following after her, deeper into the woods.

AN: In this very short completely AU drabble, Caroline has heard all about Klaus Mikaelson but doesn’t fear him. Instead, she’s a badass, can totally handle herself, woman who can hold her own and of course, Klaus already knows who she is. In an alternative universe, this is how I’d love for Caroline to meet both of the Mikaelsons :’)

They had been sitting in the pub for no longer than fifteen minutes when she had walked in. Blonde waves brushed her face as the breeze from the outside filtered through as the door behind her shut. Klaus was preoccupied, but Elijah, musing to himself, caught himself off guard as she entered.

"Niklaus, who pray tell, is that enchanting woman?"

Klaus's eyes trailed from the barmaid who was pouring a shot of whiskey, the rim overflowing due to the compulsion to stay still whilst he fed on the wrist of the arm that was rubbing his shoulder. Klaus licked his lips and a small smile graced his hard face.

"Ah Brother. That is Miss Caroline Forbes, Miss Mystic Falls. A breathtaking little thing isn't she?"

Elijah's let out an unnecessary breath. "Magnificent."

Klaus chuckled. "I haven't properly introduced myself yet. Would you care to do the honors. After all, noble Elijah may paint a better picture."

Elijah shoo his head as his gaze moved up and down the blonde who was making her way over to them. Surely she wasn't approaching them... no, she was inching closer and Elijah, out of habit, stood abruptly. 

She wasn't prepared for it, and she crashed into him. "Oh my god!" Her voice exclaimed at the same time as his mere whisper. 

'Pardon me."

Klaus snorted a laugh before quickly drawing his attention to the bleeding brunette standing over him. He swiped the bottle of whiskey from her hand and ushered her away before Caroline caught his eye. He already knew she could smell the blood.

"What... What's going on here?" She pursed her lips together and frowned, staring intensely between the Mikaelsons.

"Nothing love, my dear brother, is a bit of a klutz."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh you're British." She quipped. "Interesting. I would have pegged you for a burly American."

Klaus furrowed his brow. "Excuse me, do you know who I am?"

Caroline let out a false laugh. "Don't flatter yourself. You're sitting in a darkened corner of a grotty pub, feeding off some defenseless barmaid.” She pulled a face. “And here I thought you were more of a masochist."

Her gaze traveled away from Klaus and she looked up to meet Elijah's intense stare. "What's your story?" Caroline mused, her voice was soft like a kitten's purr.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "This is my brother, Elijah."

"Ah. The Noble Elijah" a faint smile lingered at the side of her mouth. "You sir," she said, touching Elijah gently on the arm. "Can buy a girl a drink." 

🎉🦋Carlijah🦋🎉