It's nothing she hasn't seen a gazillion times by now, but it never fails to tug at Caroline's heart, warmth spilling into her bloodstream like a drug. Klaus has made himself comfortable on the chair he'd been slaying when Caroline shut the bathroom door, his back against the header. Eve, fed and changed into her onesie, is curled up on her father's chest while he reads her a story from her favorite book. Or rather, he pretends he's reading from the book, flipping through the pages so she can see the pictures and pointing things out to her all the while making up completely twisted versions of the fairy tales. Eve doesn't even care that a lot of what he's saying makes little to no sense, or maybe that's exactly what she loves about it. Klaus' story-telling talents fascinate her - which, Caroline has to give credit where it's due, is not by chance. The man does know how to tell a story, making full use of his flair for drama. Caroline kind of gets sucked into his fantastical, often age-inappropriate tales herself. The way words roll off his tongue like velvet in that accent is just magnetic. Eve is fighting sleep already, heavy eyelids fluttering shut. Klaus flips another page, adds another absurd detail to Cinderella's story, and she finally seems to doze off, lips parting as she nuzzles her face against her father's chest.

- Little snippet of a ~Klaroeve~ outtake from TW3

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Halloween party hosted by Eve Forbes-Mikaelson [x]

"...but you need to dress up too, Dad."

"Isn't it enough that I'm allowing this party to happen?"

"No! Everyone is dressing up and mom bought a costume for you."

"That's ridiculous, Eve."

"Hey, mom! Dad said..."

Ten…

Golden champagne sloshed at the impact, bubbles popping under his nose as he was jostled from behind.

The annoyed response died on his lips as he turned, breath stolen from his lungs, flute discarded on a nearby table.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and the face of a heartbreaker.

“Caroline?”

Nine…

It had been months since he'd seen her. Months since they had finally given in to the tension between them, falling into bed together. Months since tangled limbs, kiss bruised skin, blonde hair spilled across his pillow.

Months since the happiest night of Klaus’ life.

Months since he'd woken to an empty bed.

Candy red lips parted in surprise, blue eyes shining with more than shock.

Eight…

“Klaus… I didn't, sorry, I just, I…”

Stuttered words mirrored her movements, his hand barely managing to catch her arm before she fled.

Seven…

“Caroline, please. Don't go.” Not again.

Cerulean eyes met dusky blue. A thousand words passed between them, unspoken.

Six…

But still-

“I was scared.”

Blurted out of nowhere, but the context was clear to him.

He waited.

Five…

“I didn't want to hurt you.” Didn't want to be hurt.

His hand slid down her goosebumped arm, grasping her fingers within his, heart soaring when she squeezed back.

Four…

“Stay.”

A hesitant smile, a step forward, polished black shoe tips meeting silver pumps.

Three…

“Stay with me, love.”

Fingers threaded through silky blonde curls, cradling her head as she leaned into the touch.

Two…

“I promise.”

Twin smiles as two pairs of lips moved towards each other, as if drawn together by an insurmountable force.

Not that either wished to overcome it.

One…

Eyes closed, fingers tightened, lips met.

The world faded around them, champagne long forgotten, effervescence of a different kind spilled into them through their lips.

Happy New Year!

Klaroeve Soiree - Day 3

Caroline has a list of resolutions she is bound and determined to achieve this year, a list that includes not flirting with her cute neighbor.

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!