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Forget Mariah
This is HER month 🙂↕️👇🫶
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in light of me getting a few new followers, i’d like to make it known that i DO NOT follow back if you are over the age of 19.
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CRIES IN LA CASA DE PAPEL
klaroline; We had an argument so now ur sleeping on the couch but I can't sleep without you so I squeeze onto the couch with you and fall asleep and you wake up being squished into the back of the couch with me half on top of you.
Sleep Tight
Klaus awoke slowly, confused as to how well he slept on the couch. On the rare occasions he was banished from the bedroom, he usually tossed and turned until he gave up around sunrise, his back absolutely killing him. This time, though, his eyes blinked open to see the plump cushions, his back somehow braced from the open side.
Feeling an arm around his waist, he peeked over his shoulder to find Caroline pressed along him, still sound asleep. The fight had been stupid, and they were both too stubborn to cede their point. Somehow, she ended up on the couch with him anyway. “Sweetheart,” he said quietly, not wanting to startle her in her precarious position. “Love, wake up.”
“Hmm?” Her head lifted as she squeezed him, lips landing against his shoulder. “I’m still sleepy.”
“Then let’s go to bed, it’ll be far more comfortable.”
She groaned, but slowly rolled herself to standing, keeping the blanket wrapped around her. “I missed you,” she said by way of explanation. “Bed was too cold.”
Their fight apparently forgotten, Klaus lugged himself up beside her, kissing her hair. “Then let’s go warm it up.” Bringing his own blanket with him, he pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry for waking you.”
“I’m sorry for not letting you come back to bed.”
Together, they shuffled to their room, where they immediately cuddled up in a nest of their many blankets. Nose to nose, he kissed her softly. “I love you.”
He knew she loved him too, but she had already fallen asleep again. They always did sleep best when with each other.
If i see one more christmas decoration in this office i'll set this place on fire
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Klaroline baby talking about his/her parents, fluffy cutesy shit in overload please.
Good Story
Maggie was helping Liz in the kitchen, as much as a three-year-old could help with decorating cookies. “And Mommy and Daddy are going to be a princess and a prince.”
“Are they?” Liz asked, quickly snatching the big pastry bag full of frosting away for one much more suited to little hands. “You know, your mommy used to play princess all the time. She would put on a tiara and build castles using the couch cushions.”
With a tiny gasp, Maggie looked at her with wide eyes. “That’s a good idea,” she declared with all her toddler wisdom. “Let’s do that!”
Patiently, Liz moved a bare cookie in front of her. “Let’s finish the cookies first so we can share them with Mommy and Daddy.”
“And Daddy can help build the castle. He’s good at building things. He’s an auchtect.”
“Architect.”
“Yeah, auchtect.” Maggie’s tongue poked out as she scribbled over a cookie with frosting. “But it’s Halloween, so today, he’s just a prince.”
Liz smiled as she passed her a fresh cookie to decorate. “Does he save Mommy from a dragon?”
Giving the matter some thought, Maggie gave a serious little shake of her head. “No, Mommy has a nice dragon, like a puppy. Daddy brings it lots of treats so Mommy will like him better. She didn’t at first, you know.”
All too familiar with their turbulent courtship in high school, Liz barely hid a smile. “She didn’t?”
“But he tried really hard for her to take a chance on him,” she answered certainly, like it was an old bedtime story she knew by heart. “And he made sure she never changed her mind.”
“Sounds like a happily ever after to me.”
They both looked up to see Klaus and Caroline watching them from the doorway. Klaus, who’d spoken, kissed his wife’s cheek before moving to help Maggie with her latest design. Caroline joined her mother instead, who immediately placed a hand on her baby bump. “How was the appointment?”
With a dreamy smile, Caroline steals a cookie and bites into it. “All good so far, and the doctor told us the gender.” She nodded toward Klaus and Maggie, whose eyes grew three times as he whispered in her ear.
“I’m getting a little brother?!”
Liz gave a teary laugh, “She’s such a good storyteller.”
Future Klaroline fic w/ no magic babies. Klaus had long shed the expectations that came with humanity. Having a much extended lifespan negated the need to to rush things or got rid of a notion entirely. He knew she was his for eternity after she came to him, which is why it surprised him one day just sitting there existing with Caroline, her talking about some inane thing that had happened as he listened on in not-so-secret amusement, the thought came to him "I want to marry her".
In for a Penny
It wasn't about the paperwork or the staging of the event. As they passed an afternoon on the sunlit balcony of their villa, Klaus couldn't define the sudden, pressing need as anything more than to solidify what they already knew to be true - to make it real.
He was hers, and she was his.
When referring to Caroline in conversation with others, he never referred to her by anything but her name. To her face, she was "my love," in both sweet moments and those more turbulent. In teasing moods, they might call each other "dearest." Anyone who had witnessed their love knew it to be true.
But there was something eternally tempting to be bound as husband and wife, and Klaus was not in the habit of denying himself what he wanted.
His arm outstretched behind her on the settee they shared, he toyed with the loose ends of her bun. She only placed a warm hand on his leg in response, her focus otherwise drawn to the book in her lap. "Penny for your thoughts, dearest?"
"My thoughts are worth far more than a penny," she sassed back with a smile, though she still didn't look at him. "And you're the one thinking too loudly, I can hear the whirring from here."
Smirking, he tugged her hair, just a touch enough for her to finally glare at him. "Penny for my thoughts, then?"
She sighed and set her book down, swinging herself around to face him more fully. "Better make it worth my while."
"I think we should get married." Her mouth dropped open, and all of his senses noted how still she was despite that. With a wry grin, he tugged her into his lap so he could nuzzle her neck. "Where's my penny?"
Her arms tightened around him until she was almost clinging, but he could feel her smile pressed onto his shoulder. "I'll write you a check later," she promised, quickly moving to pull his face to hers. She kissed him once, then twice. They were both grinning when they managed to separate. "I want to hear more of these thoughts."
Elijah, once finding out how important Caroline is to Klaus, becomes the ultimate Klaroline shipper and keeps making seemingly offhand comments to Klaus trying to first get them together and then after they are to keep them together.
Shipped
Klaus narrowed his eyes as she walked to the bar, bypassing him completely without saying a word. "Caroline?"
Sighing, she glanced over her shoulder. "Come buy me a drink," she ordered, "and explain to me why your brother keeps emailing me plane tickets."
Though he would have noticed his brother chaperoning by now, he passed a quick glance over the club just in case. "He likes to think himself above meddling, but he's a busybody."
"You're telling me," she answered, nodding toward the tip jar with an insistent glare. "I'm all for a good weekend jaunt on someone else's dime, but this is getting ridiculous. Have you not explained our deal to him? Last love, however long it takes. As in not now. I'm still in undergrad, for crying out loud."
He placed a fifty in the jar, his smirk feeling forced. As much as he enjoyed her tacit agreement to their inevitable love story, he didn't appreciate the blunt reminder that she didn't want it yet. "If I could control my siblings, I would have done so a long time ago, sweetheart. You didn't actually have to get on the plane," he pointed out.
Caroline huffed, looking a bit flustered. "Midterms sucked," she said by way of explanation. "You're not the worst distraction I could have asked for. Just call it perfect timing."
His smile felt more genuine as she stubbornly met his gaze. "I'm to distract you, then?"
"If you want."
The challenge was too irresistible to deny, not that he really wanted to anyway. He raised his arm in offering. "Let's see what kind of havoc we can wreak on Elijah's closet. I'm sure you have an organizational system that will leave his eye twitching for weeks."
Tossing back her drink, she slipped her arm through his and squeezed. "Sounds perfect."
But not even the mockery they made of his tie collection could lessen Elijah's elation as he watched them linger over farewells the morning of her return flight. "Someday," he said to himself, watching Klaus help her into a car with far more tenderness than he'd seen since they were far more human. It was a stark reminder of the people they once were and whom they might be again, with enough time and the right incentive. "Someday."
