Klaus and Caroline were extremely fluffy in bed after sexual encounters, like they had to balance out passionate with affection though the two were mutually exclusive. Caroline would always curl up on Klaus’ chest and he would wrap an arm around her protectively. Sometimes he would run his fingers up and down her back, sometimes he circled her shoulder with his palm and others he played with her hair. Some days it was just the ends, others it was gently stroking her hair. “You really love my hair, don’t you?” She chuckled with her eyes closed one day.
“It’s one of my favourites of your features. Even though they’re all beautiful…” He chuckled softly, looking down at her. She didn’t open her eyes just yet but the edges of her lips peeked up in a smirk for a few seconds, before curiosity piqued her interest.
“What is your top feature of mine then?” She asked him, shifting slightly in his arms and shuddering when he played with her hair a certain way. Klaus felt the shudder and smirked, drawing patterns on her back with his fingertips as he thought long and hard about the question put forward to him. He loved everything about Caroline both physical and personality, choosing a favourite would be harder than a moment’s deliberation. After a while, he provided her an answer.
“Your eyes, for certain, though your breasts are a close second.” Caroline swatted at his chest for his crude mouth and opened her eyes with a smile, looking up at him so he could see her eyes. In the soft and gentle light of the bedside light, her eyes sparkled with an orange glow to their natural colour and lit up her other features. Klaus pressed a kiss to her forehead to thank her for gracing him with such a view and she put her head back on his chest, eyes still open but hidden from his view. He went back to stroking her blonde hair. “What’s your favourite of my features then?”
Unlike Klaus, she didn’t need a minute or so. “Your dimples that you get when you smile and I don’t mean your smirk, your real smile.” She chuckled, shifting off his chest to rest on her elbow. Klaus wanted to complain at the movement but Caroline looked especially delicious lying on her front, wrapped in a sheet. Klaus smirked, not wanting to indulge her like she had with her eyes. She very quickly guessed his game. “I’ll make you smile.” She challenged.
“I’d like to see you try.” He chuckled, leaning back and closing his eyes. A couple seconds later, he felt Caroline’s fingertips press itself into his face where his dimples would be if he’d just smiled. She continued poking his face for a couple seconds. “What are you doing?” He asked, still not smiling.
“Trying to make you smile.” She replied with a giggle.
“Some people try telling a joke.”
“You’re so old that you’ve probably heard them all.” Caroline replied and he could practically hear the smirk in her face, proud of herself for such a quip. Klaus smirked for that one but didn’t smile, even though she continued to try and coax a smile from his lips. The poking motion was being to irritate him but he didn’t dare tell her that, plus it was entertaining her. It however continued for a few minutes until he snapped.
Pulling a pillow from the bed, he softly hit Caroline with the pillow and she giggled incessantly as she fell onto her back, her hair strewn around. Opening his eyes, the sight made him properly smile and indulge her whims. Caroline sat up and smiled herself. “There, now was that so hard?” She asked him, still giggling every few seconds. Klaus rolled his eyes but smiled once more when she pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Duck!” The blonde shouted to Klaus. There was about two seconds between her command and her pulling the trigger in which Klaus had to get the hell out the way or it would meet his skull. At this point, he had no idea who this girl was but he had to trust her with his life by ducking down to the floor. He did as so and there was the gunshot followed by a body hitting the ground. He looked up and saw the newly dead body mere metres from him. Had she hesitated, it would have gotten Klaus and he would be a dead man.
She mockingly blew on the barrel of the gun and walked over to him, putting it back in her side holster. Obviously she’d ransacked an old police station or maybe had a family member into guns. When the virus had struck, it was every family for themselves and if you didn’t have a gun, then tough. Nobody was worrying about gun control now, but the prices soared for the first weeks then there were no sellers left. All killed, most guns were just lying around. Thankfully, Klaus had gotten hold of a gun early and ammo.
The blonde offered his hand and pulled him up. “Watch your back next time.” She grumbled, and made a side comment about a wasted bullet.
“So my life is worth less than a bullet?” Klaus asked condescendingly with a raise of his eyebrows, appraising the girl. She’d obviously been traveling alone, her hair hadn’t been washed in weeks but nobody cared about hygiene these days unless it was in the refugee camps. There, they were squeaky clean and sanitised to avoid outbreaks of both the virus and other illnesses. She was about eighteen in age, a little shorter than him in height and her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail on her head. Her clothes were torn and dirty but she didn’t show any issues, she’d obviously cared more about her life than her clothes.
“I’m not sure yet. Turns out how annoying you are.” She commented wryly, starting off to where she’d discarded her backpack to shoot the zombie. She hoisted it onto her shoulders and turned back to the man. “Where you headed?” She asked.
“The west, my family managed to let me know that they were there.” Klaus explained as he pulled out, loaded his gun and cocked it. They were in the perfect position for an ambush so he couldn’t be too careful. This girl did save his life; he’d like to repay the favour. The girl commented that she was headed the same way, her family had decided on a camp to meet up at should they be separated and she would wait there for them. “Well, you and I could always travel together. Watch each other’s backs.” He told her in a questioning tone. She considered it and crinkled her nose.
“Promise you won’t waste my bullets again?” She asked. Klaus chuckled, one of the first times that he’d laughed since being separated from his family. He agreed to the terms and she sighed, walked over to him and offered her hand. He took it but before he could move to shake her head, she added some additional terms. “Straight there; no detours, no sightseeing. We go to the refugee camp and then go our separate ways.” Klaus nodded in understanding and they shook hands. “I’m Caroline, by the way.” She added.
“Klaus.” He told her with a smile.
After the games, it seemed like things went back to normal for Caroline and Klaus. The interview went by quickly with a fake smile plastered on Caroline’s face with a pretty dress and sparkling eyes. Klaus stayed to her side like glue, waiting for her to break down and start sobbing again like she had the moment they got her out of the arena. Every time he asked whether she was okay, she just smiled and said she was great, she was alive after all, she pointed out. Once all the formalities were dealt with, Klaus and Caroline started home to district 8.
That’s when Caroline became not okay again. Klaus was walking to the bar car to get some liquor to send him to sleep when he heard the screaming. He furrowed his brow and knocked the door to Caroline’s room, telling her he was coming in. She was too preoccupied to listen with her nightmares and screaming so he slid the door open. He knew what to do in this situation; Rebekah had had nightmares since they were children, nightmares of being reaped. He took Caroline’s wrist and pinned them to the bed with one hand and stroked her hair with the other.
“Shush, Caroline, shush, it’s okay. I’m here.” He murmured into her ear gently as her screaming subsided into a lull of mutters. Caroline’s breathing was heavy and erratic as Klaus kept her down to stop her from hurting herself. It took a couple minutes but she opened her eyes and looked down, dazed and confused. But also scared and guilty, the exact look that had been in her life when she threw the knife into that tribute’s chest. Klaus took away his hands and rubbed her upper arms soothingly as he kissed her forehead. “It was just a nightmare, Caroline. It’s okay.” He promised her with a gentle sigh.
Caroline nodded understandingly before nuzzling into Klaus’ chest as the tears began to fall down her cheeks softly. “I can’t even look at myself in the mirror, that family must want me dead, those poor families, and those poor children.” She mumbled to him. Klaus hummed to soothe her and pulled her closer to his body so she would feel comforted. Caroline was freezing cold so she fell into the warmth of his body. He rubbed her shoulder and let her cry it out. “I just want to disappear into oblivion and never go back to that wretched place again. But I have to.”
“No, you don’t have to, Caroline. One more time for the victory tour then you’ll never leave district 8 again if you don’t want to.” Klaus promised her. Caroline sniffed and wiped her eyes, looking up at him as if asking him what he was promising was true. Klaus nodded reassuringly and kissed his forehead gently. Caroline sighed heavily, completely trusting of her mentor before rocking back and forth in his arms. He kept her close and continued to talk into her head soft promises that she would be safe and happy from now on, that he would help her and he wouldn’t leave her.
Klaus wished that someone had been so caring to him when he was struggling with the fact that he’d taken no less than four lives in the arena. He’d done what he had to survive, seen the other tributes as a means to an end in the arena but once the reality sets in, some tributes just can’t take it. They killed actual people, children, with their whole lives ahead of them, all lost because of them. Caroline had only taken one life and Klaus was glad, had she taken another, she would have probably gone mad long before they announced her winner. She stopped crying and just lay against his chest, propped upright by his arms around her until she eventually fell asleep.
Klaus lay her back down on the bed and tucked her in before kicking off his shoes and lying beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her safe in his hold. Caroline relaxed into the feeling of him keeping the nightmares away in her sleep and Klaus watched her sleep, waiting for her to start screaming again. She didn’t wake again the entire night.
“I know you killed Mrs Lockwood.” Caroline told Klaus when they found themselves meeting in the mystic grill; she murmured it so nobody heard her accusation as the hybrid drank a shot of whiskey, swallowing it down in one. The bartender had left the bottle behind him long ago and prepared himself for a big tip at the end of the night. He looked at her with disregard for a few seconds before she was forced to sit in the chair next to his.
“Would you rather I killed your boyfriend or her mother?” He asked her with a cocked eyebrow, the blonde shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Klaus ordered a second shot glass and filled it up before sliding it down the bar to her. “Here, drink this before you answer.” He grumbled. Caroline shook her head once more and stood up, rearranging her purse over her shoulder and ignoring the shot he’d poured for her. “Fine, I’ll drink it.” He commented wryly before knocking the shot back and shaking his head, refilling the first shot glass.
“You killed an innocent woman because of her son’s attempt to kill you? That’s twisted.” She whispered in a hiss. Klaus looked at her as if to say ‘what else is new?’ and she huffed, running her fingers through her hair in stress.
“One, she was far from innocent, she shot you and had you tortured.” Caroline didn’t know how she knew that, but Carol’s actions that day were reasonable from her point of view. She opened her mouth to produce a counter argument, he held up a finger. “Tyler caused me to lose 12 hybrids, I could have killed 12 of his friends but I figured that his mother was a fair payback.” Caroline growled wordlessly at this second argument, got up and walked out.
“Well now that Elena’s been sufficiently honest and Stefan’s heart was been surgically ripped from his chest…Caroline’s turn.” Rebekah rounded on the blonde as Elena and Stefan shared intense looks between a heartbreaker and the heartbroken. But eventually their gazes moved to Caroline who had spent the majority of this interrogation watching and making comments. Rebekah walked around so she was sitting on the desk, facing Caroline and smirked. “They should be here soon.” She explained with an evil smirk.
“Who will be here soon?” Caroline asked softly, fear radiating through her vocal chords. Rebekah didn’t respond, just continued to smirk and crossed her arms across her chest as they waited. It was a long and painful process but eventually the two new invites to the party joined them. First it was Tyler crashing through the door, where he was quickly compelled and sat down with the rest of the captives. Caroline and Tyler shared a stoic look and she looked down, fidgeting with her hair like she did when she was nervous.
“April tells me that my charming big brother has been continuing his courtship of you, including being your date to the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. Surely, he’s made some sort of impression on you by now?” Rebekah got up and paced around the desk, her eyes on Caroline. Caroline kept her head down as angry footsteps kept patting down the hallways of the school in the distance. She didn’t react to the question, her eyes in her lap and picking at her fingernails to distract herself from the eyes on her. The footsteps got closer until the door was being pushed open and everyone was looking up, Rebekah with a smirk. “So glad that you could join us from hunter training, Nik!” She told him with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Caroline turned to see Klaus almost storming into the classroom, going for Rebekah with a means to snap her neck or Rebekah quickly pulled Caroline up at vampire speed with Caroline’s back facing her front, the white oak stake hovering a couple inches from Caroline’s chest. Rebekah arched an eyebrow to challenge her brother as he stood, fuming at the situation. He glared at April for a second before looking back at his sister, before slowly raising his hands in surrender. Caroline was back in her seat and Rebekah was holding the stake towards Klaus. “What game is this, Rebekah?” He asked her as he remained seated.
Rebekah ignored him and looked at Caroline in the eye. “Tell the class exactly how you feel about my brother here.” The compulsion took over but Caroline clamped her mouth shut for a few seconds, pressing the words back down her throat. She wasn’t about to do this in front of everyone, this was private, her private thoughts and feelings. Klaus had perked up, watching the blonde with interest as she tried to fight her own mouth. The whole room was watching her, which made her more determined to keep silent. Rebekah rolled her eyes and passed the stake from one hand to the other casually. “Find, I’m going to count to ten, and on ten, I’ll stick this through your chest. You’d really be better off just telling everyone.” She held the stake, ready to put it through her flesh.
A couple seconds passed before Rebekah began to count. Caroline snapped. “Fine, I have feelings for him, okay?” She blurted, Rebekah’s influence bringing the truth out. Klaus tried not to react to this news even though it’s what he had wanted to hear for weeks. Tyler looked sullen and Elena looked mortified by how this affected her. “It’s not I’m in love with him or anything, but it’s like the very first part of falling in love with someone else. The only thing that keeps it from growing is how twisted his life is.” Her eyes came to meet Klaus’ during her words and a blush crept up onto her cheeks at his smirk, before she remembered what had happened and looked into her lap again.
“Lovely, thank you for sharing.” Rebekah flipped the stake in her hand and stood up. “Tyler’s turn.” She announced, continuing with her twisted game. The blonde and the hybrid exchanged one more look before Rebekah compelled Tyler to turn and everyone became worried for their lives, except Klaus, of course. He was worried for Caroline’s.
Caroline had been throwing up the last couple of days and thought nothing of it, her roommates thought she had the flu but she had none of the other symptoms. It wasn’t until she realised that she was five days late for her period that she began to worry that she might be pregnant. It certainly all added up so she went to the store to get the pregnancy test, pretending to go get some chocolate and popcorn for a movie marathon with the girls, Elena and Bonnie, who she lived with now. She was 26, having graduated from college and now working as a film critic for a paper in New York where she and the girls had moved to go to different universities in the city limits.
The test came up positive and she had to suppress the little shriek that wanted to burst out her throat in reaction. She did however give a little squeak and begin to freak out. Caroline was in a good position to have a child, she guessed, she earned good money, was up to date on repaying her loans and had been with her boyfriend, now the father of her unborn child, Klaus for almost two years. He however was just about to graduate law school and that was expensive. God, how was he going to react? She thought to herself as she sat in her room, staring at the pregnancy test, would he be angry at her? She added in a horrified thought.
She waited an entire four weeks to pluck up the courage; she’d almost passed through the throwing up stage of pregnancy and told her friends. Swearing them to secrecy because Elena was a blabbermouth and Bonnie was dating Klaus’ boyfriend, Kol, who was also a blabbermouth. She went to the doctor’s to check everything was okay. It was too earlier for an ultrasound yet, and that was good because she would have felt bad robbing Klaus of his chance to be one of the first to see the baby, his baby. Klaus invited her out to dinner that night and she accepted gratefully, ready to be out of her apartment of girls who kept treating her like an invalid.
“Wasn’t sure whether you’d say yes to tonight, you’ve been awfully quiet lately. Kol says you’re always at home when he goes to see Bonnie.” Klaus explained as he escorted her inside the restaurant where they’d had their first date. Caroline smiled slightly at his comment and shook her head, rolling her eyes and making a reply about how Kol was a nosy Nelly. The waiter escorted them to their table and handed them their menus. Caroline hadn’t really eaten the whole day due to work and morning sickness but the food here was too good to pass up.
They enjoyed their dinner as usual, no matter where they went, they had a wonderful time. Klaus asked how her work and she asked how his studying for the bar exam was going, but she avoided the topic at hand, deciding that she would tell him after dinner. Of course, the pair had the worst timing as Klaus began to compliment her as a run up to a thought out proposal, Caroline interrupted with a never good phrase, ‘We need to talk’. Klaus blanched slightly before nodding. “Is this a we need to talk or a we need to talk?” Caroline realized her mistake in wording and chuckled at his adorable worry, taking his hand and squeezing it.
“I’m not breaking up with you, but we do need to talk.” She told him with a slight smile before taking in a deep breath and watching Klaus wait expectantly. “I’m sort of….pregnant.” She stammered through the words because they were the first time she’d actually said it aloud. Bonnie and Elena had inferred it when she sat them down and explained what was happening. It seemed a lot more real now, with her boyfriend’s reaction a couple of inches, a metre at the most away from her face, taking in the news with an unreadable expression.
“Sort of pregnant?” Klaus questioned.
“Well, pregnant. No sort of about it.” She began to ramble in her worry, letting all her fears and anxieties spill out. “I don’t even know why I phrased it like that, I guess I just didn’t want to be cliché but sort of pregnant sounds really stupid. And I don’t know what I’m saying when I’m nervous because I’m worried that you’ll leave me and I’ll be alone or you’ll be angry and resent me or another cliché reason to be nervous about being pregnant or-what are you laughing at?” She interjected as Klaus chuckled throatily, still holding her hand as she gabbed.
“You. You’re adorable. And for the record, I couldn’t be mad at you for something like this. I am determined to get you out of that bachelorette pad and into my apartment now, and I’m sort of mad that you interrupted my nice speech I had prepared.” Caroline smirked and ducked her head into her chocolate cake as he kissed her hand, she asked him to go on. “Before I was interrupted by your announcement that you’re having my baby, I was going to ask you if you wanted to be my wife.” The blonde’s eyes widened as Klaus reached into his jacket inside pocket and produced the ring, no box, just the perfect diamond ring.
“Of course, I will, if you want to be my baby daddy.” She giggled.
“I prefer the term husband but I’d like that very much.” He replied with a smirk as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
“Do you ever turn your brain off from the whole thousand year old tortured soul bit?” Caroline asked with a giggle as they walked through the park, hand in hand. Klaus threw her a confused look and she chuckled some more as he asked her what she possibly meant by tortured soul bit. “You spend so much time thinking about hybrids and how to torture the Salvatores and being the big bad that I doubt you’ve had an afternoon out of your head in a long while. Enjoy the little things that humans notice and care for to get them through the day.” She explained as she led him subconsciously off the path and onto the grass.
“I have not the slightest idea what you’re talking about, love.” He explained, tucking some hair behind her ear with a smirk. Caroline rolled her eyes, of course he didn’t. She shook her head as they passed a duck pond that she spent the days with her mother before she went to school as a little girl. There was a great oak that she used to climb when she was a preteen with Elena and Bonnie because that was her thing.
“Come on, you. Sit down.” She pointed at the grass beneath their feet and Klaus looked perplexed for a second before she sat down. He wearily joined her on the grass as she lay back, ignoring the looks that they were getting from passing people. She ordered that he joined her in the lying position and he did with a chuckle, obviously still not understanding what she meant. “Now, just be here on the grass, watch the clouds and listen to everything. Tune out.” She instructed in a calming, soothing voice that was easier to drift off to.
He did as told and stared upwards, watching the clouds as they passed through the skies above the town. Caroline lay beside him and did the same; he listened to the breeze and the felt the sun on his face and appreciated each and every one of them in a new way. Caroline’s presence beside him made each one of them more important than ever because she had pointed them out to them and he felt strangely calm and…human. He wondered if this was what peace felt like after so many years at war with himself, his family, with other people. Klaus wrapped one around Caroline’s shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her waist as they wasted away the day.