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ywhiterain · 2 years
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I want to write a fic where Caroline finds amnesiac Elijah and takes him under her wing. C'mon, it's be hilarious. I want her to yell at whoever didn't give him vampire 101 notes or at least some goddamn cash. Like wtf.
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grace-nakimura · 2 years
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He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. 
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eternityunicorn · 3 years
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🎉A Walk in the Woods🎉
“Having troubling keeping up, dear Caroline?” Elijah called back to his blonde companion, who trudged along behind him.
“No,” Caroline called back. “Though, I am wondering why we’re out here in the middle of nowhere! You’re not planning on killing me or something, right? I mean, we haven’t exactly been friends or anything.. So, I suppose that would make sense of you were, Elijah. But you’re not. You’re not, yes?”
The Original found her ever growing nervous replied to be amusing. He smiled secretly, before putting her fears to ease, “No, I’m not going to kill you. If I were, I wouldn’t have picked you up from your house and brought you all the way out here. I would have simply killed you when you opened your front door.”
“Well, if you’re not doing all this to lure me into a false sense of security, then what are we doing out here?” The blonde asked next.
Elijah stopped and turned back to face her, “We’re out here, because I thought you might be interested to see where my family lived a thousand years ago.”
Caroline’s lovely face contorted in deep confusion, “I don’t understand. Why would you want to show me that?”
“Because I find you intriguing, Miss Forbes,” he replied, as he slowly closed the distance between them. “I want to get to know you and I want you to get to know me. I thought that showing you where my family used to live would be a good start, so sort of ice breaker, as they say. If you don’t wish to go any further, we can turn around now and I’ll take you home.”
The spunky, young vampire considered him for a moment with slight disbelief, before breaking out into a smile, “Well, I am curious to know more about the most ancient family of vampires, so I suppose I can allow you to show me the before times.”
Elijah smiled in return, “Good. Shall we?”
With that, he allowed Caroline to go on ahead of him. He watched her go with admiration, before following after her, deeper into the woods.
A Carlijah Drabble
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littlebarchie07 · 4 years
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Flash Fiction: Caroline x Elijah
AN: In this very short completely AU drabble, Caroline has heard all about Klaus Mikaelson but doesn’t fear him. Instead, she’s a badass, can totally handle herself, woman who can hold her own and of course, Klaus already knows who she is. In an alternative universe, this is how I’d love for Caroline to meet both of the Mikaelsons :’)
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They had been sitting in the pub for no longer than fifteen minutes when she had walked in. Blonde waves brushed her face as the breeze from the outside filtered through as the door behind her shut. Klaus was preoccupied, but Elijah, musing to himself, caught himself off guard as she entered.
"Niklaus, who pray tell, is that enchanting woman?"
Klaus's eyes trailed from the barmaid who was pouring a shot of whiskey, the rim overflowing due to the compulsion to stay still whilst he fed on the wrist of the arm that was rubbing his shoulder. Klaus licked his lips and a small smile graced his hard face.
"Ah Brother. That is Miss Caroline Forbes, Miss Mystic Falls. A breathtaking little thing isn't she?"
Elijah's let out an unnecessary breath. "Magnificent."
Klaus chuckled. "I haven't properly introduced myself yet. Would you care to do the honors. After all, noble Elijah may paint a better picture."
Elijah shoo his head as his gaze moved up and down the blonde who was making her way over to them. Surely she wasn't approaching them... no, she was inching closer and Elijah, out of habit, stood abruptly. 
She wasn't prepared for it, and she crashed into him. "Oh my god!" Her voice exclaimed at the same time as his mere whisper. 
'Pardon me."
Klaus snorted a laugh before quickly drawing his attention to the bleeding brunette standing over him. He swiped the bottle of whiskey from her hand and ushered her away before Caroline caught his eye. He already knew she could smell the blood.
"What... What's going on here?" She pursed her lips together and frowned, staring intensely between the Mikaelsons.
"Nothing love, my dear brother, is a bit of a klutz."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh you're British." She quipped. "Interesting. I would have pegged you for a burly American."
Klaus furrowed his brow. "Excuse me, do you know who I am?"
Caroline let out a false laugh. "Don't flatter yourself. You're sitting in a darkened corner of a grotty pub, feeding off some defenseless barmaid.” She pulled a face. “And here I thought you were more of a masochist."
Her gaze traveled away from Klaus and she looked up to meet Elijah's intense stare. "What's your story?" Caroline mused, her voice was soft like a kitten's purr.
Klaus rolled his eyes. "This is my brother, Elijah."
"Ah. The Noble Elijah" a faint smile lingered at the side of her mouth. "You sir," she said, touching Elijah gently on the arm. "Can buy a girl a drink." 
AN: Icons not mine, taken from favsicon and iconsfire
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galvanizedfriend · 4 years
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Do you like Carlijah only as a side pairing or do you ship it in an endgame kind of way?
I don’t even really ship it. Like, it’s not something I would particularly want to see on the show. My endgame ship will always be KC. I just think Carlijah has the potential for great dynamic ESPECIALLY if Klaus is there too cause jealous!Klaus is my total guilty pleasure. It’s sad not a lot of people SEE THE BEAUTY OF THAT TO WRITE ME THOSE FICS!! lol 
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elejahforever · 4 years
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Elijah : No matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it. 
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highgaarden · 4 years
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A long list of all of Hannah’s favourite fanfiction;
THE WOLF by @galvanizedfriend
➥In a blur, Elijah grabs him by the lapel of his jacket and smashes him back against the wall, bright, simmering fury burning beneath his voice. “I have denied every single impulse I have ever had for that woman out of some misbegotten respect for intentions I don’t even know that you have. While you conspire with witches and werewolves, she remains forsaken in the Bayou when, in reality, she should’ve never left this house. She did so because of you. And yet it's your name she calls. It’s in your arms she seeks refuge and comfort. And you throw it all out with your petty, disgusting behavior.”
Klaus grunts, hissing angrily at his brother. “I am warning you, Elijah -”
“No,” he cuts in, an edge in his voice, pushing Klaus back against the wall. “I'm warning you. I’ve forgiven you, Niklaus. I have stood by you. I’ve forsaken every single one of my desires in the name of your ridiculous redemption. I swear to you, by everything holy and sacred, if you don’t fix the mess you have made… I will no longer restrain myself. If I want something, I will take it. And I’ll let nothing stand in my way. Not even you.”// klaus/caroline, elijah/caroline, ensemble & the originals
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lilbreck · 7 years
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Since you're the only person I know of who ships Caroline/Elijah, do you have any fic recommendations?
To be honest, I can’t think of any right off the top of my head. Not many people actually write them. I’m sorry I’m not of more help!
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austennerdita2533 · 6 years
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A/N: An Elijah vs. Klaroline 5x06 AU (because apparently I can’t stop myself from writing it???) Mind you, this is rough af, tentatively titled, and mostly Carlijah. But I figured I’d put it out there because it’s already over 1k, I’m pumped for the episode, and y’all can tell me if I should bother writing the more-Klaroline/Klelijah part of it.
Enjoy!
xx Ashlee Bree
You Shall Not Pass
Before her stands a stranger—a stranger she once knew.
Dark hair, shaved chin. Aviator sunglasses tucked into a scooped white collar. Rugged blue jeans. Terse lips curled in impatient distaste. Two whittled fence posts peeking out from underneath too-long sleeves. A leather jacket - simple, black, no designer or brand name anything - hangs loose from his shoulders to offset two cold, amber eyes which used to pierce the world with such sagacity, with such innate sophistication and reasonability, but now appraise everything around him with something worse than hate, or scorn, or disapproval too marked to miss: apathy.
It’s the last thing Caroline expects to see right now; he, the last person. (Especially in freaking jeans, are you kidding?) And she barely chokes down her surprise fast enough to block his path to the house which perches on a small hill behind them.
“Can I help you?” she says in half-chirp. Tilting her head to the side, she side-steps in front of him, warning him back with a sharp smile. “You look a little lost and I’m a concerned citizen willing to turn you back around.”
“Move,” the man growls.
“Now, now…I know your memory’s been swiped, Elijah, along with your entire history of familial and platonic feeling,” she raises her hands half in defense, half in taunting, “but I thought you, of all people, would still bother with civilities in any diseased incarnation of yourself? There aren’t any dangling on your lips now, though, huh? Shame. A true shame.”
“I said move!”
“Wow, really? No Miss Forbes? No ‘it’s nice to see you again,’ Caroline?” She wags her finger and tuts, still shuffling her feet; still refusing to let him pass. Determined to give them more time to escape to safety. “You’ve always been the only Mikaelson with any manners, but man! What a disappointment you are today, I’ve got to say.”
“Tell me where he is, where he’s taken them,” Elijah says while his knuckles whiten and his jaw ticks. His fingers curl into fists around one of the stakes, itching to strike. Stab. Silence. And he’d do it, too - oh, he wants to do it - to know how her fire and sugared spice will bubble against his teeth after a fatal bite - but he resists because she holds the missing pieces. She’s the only one here who knows how to procure what he and Antoinette still need.
“Pfft, yeah, like I’d tell you anything in your state.” Caroline laughs like the idea is preposterous. Insane. Like it’s the funniest joke in the history of the world. “I mean, I deserve at least a please for that kind of information, don’t you think? For old time’s sake?”
“I’ve had enough of these idle games, Little Miss Sunshine. Where is he?” Elijah snarls again. This time with patience fraying into vein-pulsed rage and fangs descending. “WHERE?”
Caroline’s shoulders straighten here, and her eyes burn so hot they almost hiss at him when she digs her heels into the grass to offer him a pert quirk of her mouth in opposition; her voice swapping out joviality for severity in the smoothest of transitions,
“As I said already, Señor Impolite,” she says with a click of her tongue, “I won’t reveal a single damn thing to you about your brother’s location. Not here, not when you’re like this. Nor will I inconvenience the other people you still love somewhere in that thick, muddled skull of yours by making this mission easy for you. So put that on a discarded daylight ring and smoke it!” she adds with a huff and a cock of the hip.  
“Fine.” A stake loosens from his sleeve. He brandishes it in his hand; twirls it like a baton on his palm. Real slow and practiced. “If that’s how you wish to play it.”
“Likewise.”
Elijah pauses to scratch a thumb across his jaw and sniffs before he, again, raises harsh lashes to her face, “Take it from a man who wasted centuries: you will not triumph,” he says. “That man - my so-called brother - will bleed you of any goodness you possess; he’ll stifle any happiness you find, so do yourself a favor and free yourself from his tyranny now. He is not worth an ounce of your time or protection. And he never will be.”
“You’re wrong. You don’t truly believe that,” she shakes her head and sighs. “You’re so wrong, I - I don’t know how you’ll recover from all the regret that’s bound to follow once you recover your memories again.”
He remains impassive. Unmoved.
“Let me by, Caroline. He must pay for his crimes.”
“I said -” her teeth clench, “- no!” A blur against the sky, she vamps across the yard to block each and every one of his advances. She shoves against his chest, swipes at his athletic kicks with her boot heels, and snaps out with her fangs like a guard dog to keep him back.  
“His worth is mine, and mine alone, to decide. You got that, E?” she says in an obnoxious way that mocks his new nickname pointedly, unapologetically; her veins undulating across her cheekbones for extra measure. “It’d be best for you not to forget that. You know, like, ever.”
“Well, then…” He takes a step back, his forehead pinched in mounting irritation. “I guess we have nothing further to discuss, do we?”
“Nope.”
After a shrug and a look of pity, “I’m afraid this pretty little blonde favorite of yours has left me no choice here, Niklaus,” he announces in a loud, reverberating voice.
Elijah speaks to the air, to the clouds forming shapes over their heads, but his eyes sweep across the property. His ears prick as if they wait for his brother’s howled outcry to sound on the wind in the seething, murderous way he’d once been so accustomed to hearing, and also to preventing. There is no movement anywhere except where the sun crests over the hill, however. All the purples and oranges dancing with shadows to tint the land like a bruise. There’s no sound besides the screeching tires of a Camaro on the highway, ten miles distant. There’s nothing else around besides a dirt road, an empty house, and a stubborn, sassy girl poised between them.
Thirty more seconds pass before Elijah’s gaze settles back over on Caroline. It’s another thirty-five seconds after that before he’s rife enough with detached predation, hunger, and resolve to act.
He levels his chin once he decides. And as he charges forward with a stake positioned for the spot where two rings dangle against her chest, above her heart, the next words to leave his throat burst forth in grave monotone,
“Time to die,” he says.
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forbesaken · 7 years
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It's your KC vaycay gifter again. I'll be sure to steer clear of Carlijah-Klaroline love triangles for you. ;) Do you have any particular Original/Caroline brotps? And do you have a preference for supernatural AUs over human ones or vice versa? Or what about Harry Potter ships you don't like? Sorry to bombard you with so many questions! I already have a few ideas, but it's always fun hearing what people enjoy because it often gives me more inspiration haha.
i will probably enjoy anything you write but i have always love a good kololine dynamic, but honestly, not really when it comes to me being anti w/ hp ships. however, when it comes to hp aus i probably should've said hogwarts au, idc if the trio is involved or anything. seriously tho, i'm just excited for whatever it is, you don't have to worry if you are :)
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Do you know of any fics with Carlijah as best friends? I've seen a bunch with Koroline but none with them.
Drabble by onyourkneescaroline
Love Interruption by idiot-wind89
Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown by xxredwineandambiencexx
In the last two their not really best friends but they are closer than usual.
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grace-nakimura · 2 years
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He’s more myself than I am.
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eternityunicorn · 4 years
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🌿Carlijah🌿
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galvanizedfriend · 4 years
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OH, HELLO THERE.
(thank you @arrenemris for pointing this out to me! ❤)
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elejahforever · 5 years
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ELENA POV
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"Elena thinks you're hot!" Caroline blurted. I blushed a whole new color while gaping wide-eyed at her. Traitor. Elijah spun to face me, amusement laced.
"No, I don't." I informed him, my tone apologetic. His face fell ever so slightly and the ice around my heart melted a bit.
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"You don't like my looks?" His eyes usually sparkling with mischief were now sad and downcast.
"I, well, um, I…" Caroline was laughing silently behind his back and I shot her a full-fledged glare before starting again. "I do think you're attractive…"
#oneshot
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