#klarolineedits

In another world, in another place, far far away, like really far away, where there's a distinct lack of shitty things like the Pandemic and post 5x11 canon; Klaus and Caroline are out and about travelling the world in the year of our lord 2020, living their best life filled with great cities and art and music and ~genuine beauty~ (not to mention lots and lots of hot hybrid vampire sex) where Klaus paints his love in every city they make their own, and with the whole world out there waiting for them he seriously begins to consider renting out a museum or maybe even just building one for all the paintings — an AU that I desperately wish to be a part of

Klaus was completely oblivious to everything happing around him. It wasn’t until Enzo stopped chirping away and his entire table, including Aurora were curiously staring ahead, that he realized something was off. His forehead frowned and eyebrows raised at everyone expression, looking side to side and noticing other people were staring in the same direction.

He finally turned around to look for himself and nearly swallowed his tongue seeing Caroling approaching him. His eyes grew two sizes and body stilled. Her walk exuded purpose and head held high but he could sense her nerves even from the distance.

For @klarolinefallbingo

Prompt: Thanksgiving

It has been 5 years since the last time he saw her, but oh, how much he has missed her.

{kcauweek2020} day 1: all human au

Ocean’s Eleven/Ocean’s Eight AU. Right after his release from prison, Klaus violates his parole by travelling to California to meet his partner-in-crime and friend Marcel Gerard to propose a heist. He hasn’t thought of anything else during his pleasant stay behind the bars, so now his plan is perfectly flawless: it consists of simultaneously robbing the three big casinos owned by the heir of an old money family, Tyler Lockwood - dragging his name and whole patrimony through the mud. The reason? Klaus’ ex wife, Caroline, is now Tyler’s pretty trophy girlfriend – and this definitely calls for retribution.

What Klaus doesn’t know, though, is that Caroline herself has been working on a plan to take revenge on Tyler for the past five years. She has resources of her own, and it hadn’t been difficult to find out who exactly was to blame for her ex husband’s jail sentence. And, despite their past shortcomings, Caroline is nothing if not loyal - and what better way to vent her frustration about her failed marriage and unresolved feelings, than to destroy the very man who dared infiltrate their relationship?

She can only hope that Klaus won’t misunderstand her part in all of this…

*-*-*-*-*

Marcel found him studying the blueprints of the Bellagio, a full glass of liquor forgotten to keep the sheet from rolling back. Furious, he crossed the room and slammed his hands over the paper with such force that the ice cubes inside the glass clinked against it.

“Tell me this is not about her, or I am walking. I am walking off this job right now.”

Klaus didn’t even bother to raise his head. “Who?”

Marcel narrowed his eyes. “Caroline. Tyler Lockwood. Tell me this is not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your wife.”

“Ex-wife.”

“Tell me.”

Klaus sighed. “It’s not about that.” His best mate snorted, stepping back from the table, and Klaus finally looked up at him. “It’s not entirely about that. Marcel, do you remember what we said back when we first got into this business. We said we were gonna play the game…”

Marcel stole his glass and downed it in one sip. “Like we had nothing to lose.”

Klaus nodded seriously, a muscle darting in his jaw, and his voice felt like gravel when he spoke next. “Well, I lost something… I lost someone. That’s why I’m here.”

Something passed between the two of them, the need for words irrelevant as they always somehow knew what the other was thinking before such thoughts were even fully formed yet. Marcel must have understood the gravity of the situation as well as the honesty of his partner, because he capitulated with a groan and an half-uttered curse.

When he finally sat and dragged the blueprints towards him, Klaus relaxed and smirked a bit. “So, how did she look?”

This time, it was Marcel who didn’t raise his head. “She looked good.”

KC AU WEEK 2020 - DAY 2 SCI-FI/FANTASY

Klaus Mikaelson, the billionaire CEO of Blue Moon Tech, has lived in recluse for the past five years. Little did the public know, his latest project involved developing AI humanoids that could imitate real people and their emotions. After many initial prototypes, his breakthrough came in the form of Caroline, who had slowly started developing a personality of her own, and the line between mechanics and human becomes blurred as Klaus begins to fall for her.

-- deus ex machina -- 

The first thing she could remember was taking in a breath of fresh air that she knew she didn’t need. She was lying down on a cool, metal surface when she heard beeping sounds coming from the many monitors in the room. The air was cold, but somehow it didn’t bother her. She opened her eyes and all she could see was white. 

White walls, white chairs, white machines. Lots and lots of machines, many of which were connected to her by wires. 

Where was she and how did she get here? 

“Oh, good, you’re awake.” A man began to walk towards her. He was dressed in a lab coat with blue nitrile gloves and a pair of thick rimmed glasses, “I’m Klaus.”

She assumed that must be his name, but she struggled to find her own, “Hello, Klaus. I’m... I’m...”

He looked at her with worried eyes, as though he feared that she would malfunction at any second. “You’re whoever you want to be, love,” he said, pressing a button on one of the machines attached to her. 

It was like an influx of information had transferred into her within milliseconds. Books, movies, current affairs, she suddenly became aware of things she knew she never experienced. 

“Hello, Klaus,” she tried again, “My name is... Caroline,” she decided.

“Caroline,” he repeated slowly, as if he was testing the way her name felt on his tongue, “Welcome to life.”

. . .