#minidrabbles

this pic is so husband!titus when he's getting his new portraits taken for the walls of the council grounds. and you're sitting there watching him do these fuck ass poses and you start to laugh at him and he gets all mad and red in the face. then later fucks you while taunting "thought i looked stupid, huh? if i look so stupid why are you this wet huh?"

god he's so insecure i have to bite him

you thought he was being goofy!! because, despite popular belief, titus could be funny. funny in the way that made you laugh because it was unexpected.

so when he showed you the finished portraits, you couldn't help but let a giggle slip past your lips. you thought that it was a silly one that he had taken among the other business portraits, all of which were very poised and had the usual stern glare he gave the camera. really, who could blame you? but it had been a mistake. immediately, titus' face reddened, signature frown deepening into a true scowl. he snatched the portrait away from you and looked it over again.

"what's funny?" he grumbled, brows pulling together as his gaze scoured the paper. you sucked in a breath when you realized your error.

"nothing!" you assured him, crossing over to his side of the table and placing your hand on his shoulder. "nothing, they're...it's really good. very serious." you clenched your jaw to force another wave of humor away. titus glared at you.

"you laughed." he huffed, nose twitching. "what were you laughing at?"

you tried to think of something, anything, to say. "it's just..." you swallowed and itched behind your ear. "um, this one's just different. from the other ones."

"you think i look like a fucking idiot." he tossed the paper onto the table.

"titus, please-"

"no." he shook his head. he turned away and crossed his arms over his chest. "you do. everyone does."

"titus." you rolled your eyes. you were used to his little...well, there was really no word for it besides a tantrum. you rested your chin on his shoulder. "i don't. it just surprised me, that's all. i think you look powerful." you felt his back muscles tense beneath you. after a few breaths, he spoke again.

"really?" he whispered, eyebrow raising.

"really." when he turned to face you, you watched his expression change. his eyes weren't frustrated, but rather held a different darkness. a darkness you knew all too well. he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and gently lowered you to your knees.

I need fluff desperately

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Someone’s jealous or hurt + “We should go out more often. You’ve been so busy lately. It’s like we never have fun anymore.”

“We should go out more often,” Klaus said, immediately regretting the words when Caroline’s lips turned down, her shoulders tensing as she swirled pasta around her fork.

“I mean, I obviously agree.”

Her voice was chilly, the words a stark contrast to the warm, easy rhythm their conversation had taken for the past hour, and he kicked himself for changing the tone. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve just been--”

“Busy. I know,” she said with a shaky breath, letting her noodles droop sadly off her fork into a pool of butter on the plate. 

“Caroline--”

“It’s just..." she interrupted, trailing off as she seemed to fight with herself about what to say. “I just feel like you don’t care anymore. We used to have so much fun even when we were doing things like taking walks or just like...sitting around on the couch. And now...”

He felt thrown off. He hadn’t realized she’d been so upset, that she’d noticed that he’d been distant. He should have expected, of course. Caroline was perceptive and he had been trying too hard to be subtle. “Of course I care. I don’t know how you could possibly think that I don’t.”

“Because you don’t make time for me,” Caroline said softly, not meeting his eyes. “We live together and I barely see you anymore. Kat thinks you’re cheating on me, which I know is--”

“I would never,” Klaus said firmly, wishing, not for the first time, that he could murder Katherine Pierce without Caroline being upset. 

“I know,” she said quickly, reaching to grab his hand. “I know. That was a stupid thing to say. I didn’t mean--”

“You’re not stupid, and I know what you meant,” Klaus said gently, deciding that the cat was out of the bag enough that he should tell her why he’d been gone just to reassure her. “I’ve actually been trying to get everything set up to take a four month sabbatical for this summer. I thought it might be nice for you to travel now that you have your Master’s. I was going to talk to you about it once I was sure I’d be able to take the time. I didn’t want to disappoint you if I ended up needing to stay.”

Of all of the reactions he’d pictured from Caroline hearing the news, which varied between excited about the surprise to angry that he’d made a decision without consulting her, an eyeroll had not been on his top ten list. “Seriously? That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh god. I totally thought you were about to break up with me. I know you like surprising me with things, but you need to either get better at being a subtle planner or tell me that you’re planning something even if you don’t tell me what.”

“I can do that,” he promised, watching as she drained the rest of her wine glass. “Perhaps you’d like to make a list of places you’d like to go?”

“I can totally do that. We’ll talk about it tomorrow though, okay?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, because tonight you’re going to buy me dessert to make up for scaring the bejeezus out of me and then we’re going to go home and cuddle. Not even funny business cuddle. Just like, you sitting there smelling my hair like a weirdo while we watch Queer Eye cuddle.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she said, taking another deep breath and turning back to her food.

“I love you, sweetheart, and I promise I’ll be more communicative. The last thing I wanted was for you to feel neglected.”

Caroline took a deep breath, trying to control her temper. “This was supposed fun party. You know, like, without murder.”

“I thought it was enjoyable,” Klaus said, calmly turning off the tap where he’d been washing the blood off of his hands and reaching for the hand towel. “The screaming was very on-point considering the holiday.”

“Oh my god. Seriously?”

“I saved your life,” he pointed out, and she knew she should concede the point--they’d have lots of Halloween parties, after all, but she’d have to be alive to throw them--but still. It was the principle of the thing.

“Yeah, but you could have done it before the party or waited until after. This didn’t have to be a scheduling conflict.”

He snorted, stripping off his bloodstained shirt and throwing it in the hamper in the corner. “My apologies. I didn’t intend to inconvenience you.”

“Klaus...”

“I would never leave your safety to chance, Caroline. I know you feel the same about me. I love you.”

“Yeah, and I love you,” she said, trying not to sound too irritable. “Like you, though? Still up for debate.”

He chuckled, reaching to pull her into his arms, stroking her hair when she rested her cheek against his shoulder. “I think I’ve managed to grow on you a bit.”

She hummed, wrapping her arms around him. “If you want to stay on my good side, you can help me plan an even more kickass party for next year.”

Minidrabbles for inspiration for my elusive exchange fic. Prompt from here.

Caroline’s eyebrows were raised, her lips pursed as she stared down at the brightly-colored cocktail in Kol’s hand, the paper umbrella sticking jauntily out of the light foam on the top a decoration that clearly meant ‘you will drink eight of these and not know you’re wasted until you’re over a toilet’. 

In other words, Kol’s favorite kind.

“That looks like pepto.”

“Come on darling, just try it,” Kol coaxed, trying unsuccessfully to get her to take it as Klaus watched with slight amusement over the top of his glass of bourbon. 

Klaus had heard a lot about his brother’s college roommate turned best friend. Mostly good things until Kol had realized that his brother had taken a bit too much of a liking to her, and now all he heard were what were clearly supposed to be horror stories about her dishwashing neuroticism and her too-long showers.

Unfortunately for Kol, Klaus was perfectly capable of cleaning up after himself and wouldn’t mind taking a too-long shower with the leggy blonde in the least.

He was captivated by her free expressions and huffs of annoyance, the small smile twisting at her lips telling him that she wasn’t as annoyed as she was pretending to be. He doubted they would be friends otherwise. He watched them bicker for a few more seconds before Caroline finally acquiesced, letting Kol press the cocktail into her hand and raising it to her nose to take a sniff, immediately grimacing. 

“What’s in this?”

“Booze and natural flavors,” Kol said, hopping up on the kitchen counter and grinning at her. “Try it. You won’t regret it.”

“Wanna bet?” she muttered, giving it a long glance before taking a hesitant sip, her tongue darting over her lips after she swallowed. “That’s....actually good.”

“Told you! Now, Nik and I’ve been drinking for the past few hours and you need to play catch-up.”

“I’m not getting blackout drunk with your brother, Kol.”

“Why not? Afraid you’ll tell him about all the gushy feelings you have for him that you think I don’t know about?”

Prompt for “last hurrah (for now) minidrabble night” here. Usual terms and conditions apply. Mini-sequels are totally fine too!

“You shouldn’t run off like that,” Klaus scolded, his hand wrapped gently around her forearm as gently as possible considering that he was practically dragging her to the car.

“I’ll run off whenever I want,” Caroline snapped, knowing that she sounded much more petulant than her now-21 years but not particularly caring. “And it’s my birthday. It’s literally my right to go out and get wasted.”

He clenched his jaw to try to keep from scolding her further, trying to keep his tone even. When he’d woken up to a beeping on his phone that said Caroline’s phone was well outside the two block radius she was supposed to stay in he’d felt his stomach turn to ice. She had no idea how scared he’d been, and not because it was his job to keep her safe.

Over the past two years he’d begun to care for her much too deeply to be professional. He knew that he should quit, but he couldn’t quite manage to give her up, and to be honest he wasn’t sure that he’d trust anyone else with her safety.

Now that she’d managed to sneak out on him, he wasn’t even sure that he trusted himself.

“Ordinarily, I would agree as long as you brought me with you.”

“But you’re such a buzzkill,” Caroline complained, getting into the back of the car and scooting over so that Klaus could join her. “You make me drink water and won’t let me take selfies.”

“Both of which are completely appropriate measures to take. Water so that you don’t have a horrific hangover and no selfies so that no one comes to kidnap you while you’re vulnerable.”

She huffed, leaning against him, and he stiffened as her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Please. If you’re close enough to me to prevent selfie-ing then there’s no way anyone would have a chance to kidnap me. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

The warmth that bloomed in his chest was only stifled by his annoyance that she’d clearly let her lack of self-preservation win out over her common sense. “If you know I’ll keep you safe then why didn’t you ask me to come with you?”

She sighed dramatically, closing her eyes. “Because I can’t gossip about the boy I like if you’re there.”

“I’d keep your scandalous secret, sweetheart,” he said dryly, trying not to give away the pang of irrational hurt that she had a crush on another man, and she snorted. 

“Yeah, but it’d be embarrassing to talk about it in front of you.”

“Why’s that?”

She cracked an eye open, staring at him for a few seconds in a way that didn’t exactly scream ‘drunk’ before closing her eyes again and snuggling against him.

I don’t even know guysss… Minidrabble. I love original!kc so much.

Caroline was woken up abruptly by a low growl and the nudge of a wet nose against her shoulder. She groaned, shifting on the bed she and her husband shared, pulling the covers over her head and burying her face in Klaus’s pillow. “Get out of bed. You’re going to shed all over it.”

She squeaked as he nipped her shoulder lightly, though not enough to inject venom, and turned to glare at him through bleary, tired eyes.

“Seriously?”

Full moons were generally her “me” time, and they had been for the past four hundred years. Klaus was always moodier and generally unpleasant to be around in the few days surrounding his ‘time of month’ as Kol so aptly dubbed it. He was never violent towards her, but the first few full moons after being turned had been brutal, their fights explosive and mostly baseless, and it wasn’t until Caroline pointed out that maybe the intense mood swings they’d all noticed from vampirism weren’t mixing well with his suppressed wolf that he’d acquiesced to letting her have some time to herself and take out his aggression elsewhere.

After a bit of research and some theorizing on how making hybrids would work, they trapped and compelled Katerina in a room and took blood from her over the period of a few months before using her to break the curse. There had only been a few full moons since they’d done the ritual so far. The night of his first turn he’d gone for a run and didn’t come back for two days, but for the last few he’d wander around for a few hours before returning to her, still in his wolf form, and climb into bed, wrapping himself around her protectively.

She’d asked what his deal was the last time, and she’d immediately regretted her irritability when Klaus looked her in the eye and told her that his wolf form made it more difficult to resist guarding her in case Mikael took the opportunity of him leaving her to run in his wolf form to catch her unawares.

She still wasn’t used to him turning up randomly at two in the morning after a little less than five centuries of habit, but once he nudged her again she scooted over to make room for him, deciding that the next morning she would ask one of their new hybrids to go to the market and get more sheets, especially since these ones were likely to be torn.

That was the other new thing… Klaus had always had a high sex drive even when they were human, but his preferences around the time of the moon seemed to have shifted. He’d always liked watching her face when he took her, said that she was at her most beautiful when she was flushed and dark-eyed, and would enthusiastically sling her legs over his shoulders to taste her without being coerced or asked (something that she’d gathered from her female friends was uncommon, which she thought must be a real shame for everyone else). He often enjoyed watching her touch herself, drawing out both of their releases until they couldn’t take it anymore, and he occasionally talked her into letting him tie her up or slap her ass in a way that she’d never expected to be so pleasurable.

Though he’d also liked to take her from behind occasionally, around the moon he was now noticeably rougher and moved faster, and she found that she didn’t mind (even liked) having her face pressed against the pillow and her hair tugged as he fucked her. He’d always liked it when she begged but seemed especially fond of it in those moments, teasing out her pleases and promises that she’d always belong to him (as though he didn’t already know).

She now would wake in the middle of the night to his wolf crawling into bed, and the next morning to her husband with his tongue between her thighs ar his fingers teasing her clit before he flipped her over to “claim” her, or some other such caveman nonsense.

She closed her eyes and snuggled against him, and the next thing she knew she was being shaken awake by Klaus, now in his human form.

“Mikael,” he hissed, and she was immediately much more alert, sitting up and taking his hand as he pulled her from bed, gently steering her towards the closet. “Be safe, fjǫturr min. I’ll catch up.”

The phrase quite literally meant, ‘my shackles’, and had been one he used sarcastically when they’d been forced into a marriage neither of them had wanted, though over the years he’d begun to use it teasingly when she was particularly stubborn before it somehow became his affectionate endearment for her.

“You as well,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Bite him for me.”

He chuckled, though it was cut short by a crash outside the house and the distinct scent of something burning.

“Go.”

The full moon shone brightly in the sky as she fled, and though she was tempted to turn back when she heard the crack of bones as her husband began to transform, she knew he would always find his way back to her.