How Do You Feel Abt Klaroline? I Always Hated Them Together; I Love The Them Both But I Hate Them As

how do you feel abt klaroline? i always hated them together; i love the them both but i hate them as a couple

Short answer? I hate them.

Long answer? Well, apart from the fact that they're obviously a screwed up ship made only to please fans (Candice literally confirmed it) and that made Klaus and Caroline incredibly ooc, they just don't make sense and their personalities are too different. And their fans are a big no, the most I've encountered are so toxic and the major problematic part of the fandom (not all of them, before anyone starts crying).

Klaus wasn't in love with Caroline, he just had a weird obsession with her and Caroline was attracted to him in a sexual way, but she was in love with Tyler. They were never "romantic", they had a physical relationship that revolved about Klaus wanting to fuck her.

And once he did, he never bothered to check on her or even give her his condolences after her mother's death. If Klaus loved Caroline, as their shippers assure and swear, he wouldn't have treated her like shit. I mean, even when Stefan asked him if he was still in love with her, Klaus looked close to laughing imo and that should answer everything. And yeah, he asked him if he was gonna do the right thing by her, but that doesn't mean he's in love with Caroline: caring about someone doesn't equal romantic love.

And once more, after that, Klaus forgot about her again. If they were in love, one of them would have seeked the other at least in those seven years Klaus had the hollow inside, or they would have, idk, said "I love you" when he was literally dying. But they didn't, because Klaus was still in love with Cami, the woman he said he'll carry with him forever, and Caroline still wore her wedding ring and she literally said she would love Stefan forever.

So if they were made endgame (thanks god it didn't happen), canonically Klaus would still be thinking about Cami and Caroline would still love Stefan. And don't get me with the whole "however long it takes" because Klaus is always saying things he doesn't mean to get what he wants. His family was a mess and Caroline wouldn't have been able to stand that, especially because Hayley and Rebekah didn't like her, and knowing the personalities of the other siblings they wouldn't be fans of her either.

If somehow that wasn't enough, when Hayley told him she understood what he was going through after losing Cami, Klaus snapped and literally called Camille his true connection, comparing her to Elijah. The quote is literally "you want to commiserate with me, Hayley, but our experiences of grief are not the same. Your husband is dead. It hurts, but we both know the person you share a true connection with is still breathing. So you and I are not the same."

He compared Cami, who was very dead at that moment with Elijah, the man Hayley loved romantically the most. So if that isn't enough proof Klaus loved Cami the most of all his love interests, then I don't know what it is. And he literally sacrificed himself for Cami in s2 when Mikael attacked them. He didn't know the stake wasn't gonna work and that he would come back, so yeah.

I love Klaus, I don't like Caroline but still. Their characters are good, but not meant to be in a relationship. Klaus always put his family first, a family that hated Caroline; so if he had to chose and he would have to eventually, he would, without a doubt, chose his family over her.

So anyway, yes. I love talking shit about klaroline, one of my favorite hobbies.

I wanna punch Klaus every time I remember he told Hayley she wasn't a Mikaelson

Sex On Italian Sand — A Klaus Mikaelson Smut (18+)

Summary: You and Klaus are sunbathing in Italy on your long-awaited honeymoon. Finally alone and free of your burdens for a short time, you just can’t keep your hands off of each other.

A little different to my usual writings. I hope you enjoy Xx

How the sun adorned the late afternoon had enraptured them both; the golden sights and mildly burning sensation on their skin coaxed sighs from their gentle mouths, caused their eyes to flutter, sunglasses protecting them both, their bodies tangled together on the beach towel. Her head rested on their bags, while his head rested on her breast. She mindlessly played with his hair. Neither of them spoke a word.

This is the quietest it had been for them in a very long time. They were laying alone on an Italian beach on their honeymoon, their golden wedding rings glowing in the sun, their ring fingers burning up a little. Klaus had bought a villa that was right next to a little private beach. This beach was intimate, a small secluded area close to the shoreline that broke off into a very large one, rocks building a wall in between them.

His wife moaned softly as she stretched from underneath him, arching her back as she breathed out. She had done this a few times in the past half hour, and each time it stirred more lust in Klaus’ loins. While the lust was forever hungry, it was tender and loving. It didn’t demand a feast nor a punishment, instead, it reached out its hand for love, for divine sensuality.

Laying on his stomach on her chest, Klaus stirred, adjusting his position so he could reach her neck to kiss her. He held the other side of her neck as he nibbled and licked her skin. She moaned again, louder this time, and furrowed her eyebrows in pleasure.

He massaged her breast with his other hand, deepening his hold as the pleasure began to build in his body. He did this for a short while, his wife kissing and pulling on his hair.

Eventually, she opened her legs, silently asking him to grind with her. Immediately he did, both of them letting out a hot breath when his groin came into contact with her own. He bit onto her neck without drawing his fangs, which made his wife arch her back again, her hips meeting his.

“Klaus, baby.”

“Mhm?”

After a few breaths, she replied with a warm laugh, “we’ve already fucked twice today…”

“I’m going to pleasure and be pleasured by you forever — what’s stopping us now?”

She laughed again. “This honeymoon has become a fuck-fest and I love it.”

“And I love you,” Klaus said quietly as he unclasped her baby blue strapless bikini top. He let out an “oh…” at the sight of her breasts, and she watched as he sucked on one of them, playing with the other. His wife pushed her chest further into his mouth, her mouth falling open, breathing out his name.

“Need to taste you…” Klaus spoke, his mouth leaving her breast and his eyes now looking at hers. She couldn’t help but moan again, which told him she needed him now, too.

He descended down her body, unable to keep his hands off of her skin. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, on this earth that held a candle to feeling the touch of the woman you loved, a stunning woman at that. How she harnessed beauty and sex appeal all in the name of love not only for him but for herself, too, drove him wild. There was not a woman like her.

He removed her bikini, leaving it at the side of them, his wife then opening her legs wider, her feet on the hot sand. His were, too, as he kneeled at the edge of the beach towel. After removing his blinders, he shot her a look before he began to feast on her cunt.

He didn’t want to tease her too much; he had done that enough in the morning, almost torturing her with his tongue. He wanted to pleasure her now, as the sun began to set, creating a golden hue which electrified the beauty of the world around them, as he needed her within this hue. He kissed around her inner thighs for a moment before laying his tongue flat on her clit.

The taste of his wife lathered onto his tongue gave such an intense wave of pleasure through his body that for a moment he felt lightheaded. He turned his head to the side and licked her clit back and forth not slowly but not fastly either, wanting to build pleasure within her and not hit her with it. She was mewling, her foot caressing his lower back.

In between licks, Klaus sucked at her clit, faster now. His hands were grabbing her ass, pulling her closer into his mouth. She propped up on her elbows, watching him pleasure her in between her thighs as the waves gently crashed into each other before them.

“What you do to me, baby…” she whispered, calling out his name right after. In response, he ran his hand up her inner thigh, holding it out for her to take. She squeezed his hand, laying back down and lifting her head back. Klaus was humming on her clit, sending bursts of pleasure through her body.

Her breathing was heavy, her bucked hips were grinding on his face, and she was pulling on his hair with the hand that was not intertwined with his. As he sucked on her even faster, her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her grip on his hair and his hand tightening, her grinding slowing down. Klaus still worked on her as she came until she lifted his head from between her legs.

Klaus simpered at her as he climbed back up her body. She shook her head, smiling back at him as he kissed her, his tongue tied with hers. The shared taste of herself in their mouths made her kiss him harder, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing tight.

When they broke from the kiss, Klaus took a slow moment just to look at her; the sun in her eyes causing her to squint despite the sunglasses on her face, her soft hair framing her face in a perfectly flattering way, her evil-looking grin. He fell in love with her all over again within this moment, sighing to himself.

“What are you thinking?” she asked from beneath him.

Klaus ran a hand through her hair. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. She watched intently as tears filled his eyes — that told her everything she needed to know. Everything she already knew. The sight alone caused tears to fill her eyes, too, and she took off her sunglasses. “I know, baby,” she whispered, “I know.”

Klaus Mikaelson: her amor, her saviour, the only person on this earth who ever bothered to understand her. The only person who could match her heights, the only one who elevated her into a better version of herself. Stronger. Happier. She had spent lifetimes alone, living her life on a near-constant rage episode, chewing on cheap thrills then spitting them back out. She had heard about him years before she met him, and never for a moment did she believe what they said about him.

Klaus Mikaelson cares for nobody. Klaus Mikaelson is fearless. She knew it wasn’t true because every villain understands another. Nine times out of ten people act out because they’re hurt, afraid of aloneness. It was simple if you thought about it, and she was the same. She liked him the moment she met him in a New Orleans jazz club in 1958. And if she didn’t act on it, she knew she’d think of him forever.

It wasn’t long before he fell in love with her. He proposed to her a year later, although marrying her proved to be difficult with his paranoia, and the people along the way he was forced to defeat. When they did finally marry in the same city, it was a grand but intimate event, with statues and chandeliers and chocolate fountains made of pearls, but only the Mikaelsons attended.

And now, here they were on the outskirts of Italy, laying clothless on a private beach, thinking of only each other. She held his face. “Won’t you fuck me?”

Klaus hummed lowly, squeezing her breasts before sitting upright. “How you want me to fuck you, sweet girl?”

She thought for a moment. “Mmm, I wanna ride you slow.”

“Yeah?” he responded. After he took off his swim trunks, they switched positions, Klaus sitting where she was. Feeling the sun in his eyes, he turned around.

“Yeah, baby.” she said, crawling over to him. She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Klaus’ hands explored her body, settling on her waist. He kissed her sweetly.

Still wet from her first orgasm, she slid onto him smoothly. They both moaned. His wife began grinding, pulling him closer — their chests pushed together — and kissing up and down the side of his face. Klaus groaned in her ear, luring her to cry out his name.

Klaus moved his hips with her, his nails digging into her skin. He kept his eyes shut, allowing the pleasure to wash over him and to continue washing over him. Besides the lust, all he felt inside him was love. His mind was quiet, and he permitted himself to get lost in the moment as he had done since they arrived. This was a rarity, and it would not last long, so he would make the most of it.

She would too, keenly aware that the lull of their time together would come to a close the minute they stepped foot back in New Orleans. His wife moaned and moaned more, pushing the side of her face against his own, trying to be as close to him as possible.

Klaus moved his hands to her hips, pulling her body up and down his cock. This was an instruction, and she obeyed instantly. She retracted her face from his so she could bounce up and down, still grinding as she came back down again. She felt all around his chest, in awe of her husband’s beauty.

Opening his eyes to look at her, Klaus dribbled saliva on his fingers and played with her clit. She mewled for him, moving one of her hands to hold his jaw.

As the sun burnt their skin and the smell of the ocean made a home in their noses, pleasure burnt high from within their loins, debilitating the rest of their bodies, only able to feel and think of each other.

“I’m so in love,” she spoke, almost incoherently. Her brows were curled up, and her mouth couldn’t close, her doe eyes stuck on his features; his open mouth, his nose that kept twitching, his slightly squinted eyes.

He nodded. He couldn’t speak, so he grabbed onto her face and enraptured her in a wet, non-particular kiss.

His wife went back to slowly grinding on him, an act apparently perfectly timed as proved by Klaus’ low growl, gripping onto her ass and moving her hips even slower.

Their simmering, burning pleasure reached a new high as their climaxes neared. Klaus broke their kiss, reaching for her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. His wife squeaked, throwing her head back.

She eventually lifted his head from her breast, took a moment to just look at him, then descended onto his neck, biting and sucking on his skin as she ground on him. Klaus pressed his hand on her spine, feeling it from the small of it to her neck. He held onto her hair, not pulling it but soothing her scalp.

“Klaus,” she said, and he knew exactly what it meant.

“Cum for me, my girl.” he replied, grinding their hips together harder and slower.

She squeezed around him as she came, triggering his own orgasm. She pulled him into another messy, open-mouthed kiss, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. She ground into him until their orgasms finished.

She sighed, falling onto his shoulder. He held her with one hand, soothing her and holding himself upright with the other. His lips curled into a smile. He kissed her hair.

“You’re so good to me, sweet girl. You’re incredible.” Klaus whispered into her ear.

His wife hummed into his neck, not responding verbally for a moment. After a few seconds she did. “I waited so long for you, my husband, so, so long. And I’ll be damned if you weren’t worth the wait.” She lifted her head to look at him. She gave him a lazy grin and cupped her hands over his cheeks.

Hating Camille O'Connell because of a shitty ship that wasn't even supposed to happen in the first place is honestly pathetic.

No, Cami wasn't a copy of Caroline and no, Klaus didn't fall in love with her because she reminded him of Caroline. Camille and Caroline have nothing in common apart from being blondes and their names starting with "ca"

Reducing Cami to just being Klaus’s love interest is also quite pathetic. Cami had a storyline of her own and if we're gonna act like this, I could as well say that Caroline's whole character revolved about slutshaming every single female that slept with someone she liked when ironically, Caroline is the one who slept around the most. And no, I'm not slutshaming her for that either. It's her body, and she can sleep who whoever she wants because it's just sex, it's nothing taboo and she can explore her sexual life the way she wants.

Don't even get me started on the hate towards Hayley for "getting on the way" of klaroline. They're constantly calling her "whore" and all kind of shit and it's just disgusting. Yes, sleeping with your brother's baby daddy was something fucked up, but people are talking about her as if she was some kind of prostitute. Hayley just slept with Klaus, Elijah, her main love interest, and Jackson, her husband. No, not with Tyler, despite what people seem to think.

And,,, it's been more than ten years and people are still mad she's the one who got pregnant with Klaus's child. No, Caroline couldn't have gotten magically pregnant and no, she wouldn't have moved to New Orleans because there was literally nothing for her there.

But anyway, Cami, Hayley and Caroline are too hot for Klaus and having stupid characters/ship wars about those girls is yeah, ✨pathetic✨

Leave my girls alone wtf

The characterization of Klaus in his fanfics is just insane.

First of all, this is gonna be bashing to 96% of Klaus’s fanfics lmao. I still love reading them tho.

But straight to the point, why are people writing him as if he would ever allow someone, anyone, to disrespect him the way authors make their ocs do??? No, Klaus wouldn't be giggling and shit if you call him "puppy" or "Santa Klaus", he's literally gonna murder you in the spot and even worse lmao.

I've read so much stories where the protagonist is constantly insulting Klaus and bickering with him (it's funny tho) and he just... allows it. Yes, Klaus, the man who's literally shown to tear off heads whenever someone as much breathes in the wrong way, and yet he allows this teen (because in 99% of fanfics the protagonist is a girl not over nineteen, at least physically) to talk shit about him.

Like I absolutely love those kind of stories, they're good and I'll continue reading them, but the Klaus they write is 100% ooc. And I understand why, because as someone who used to write fanfics of him, his character is just so difficult to write but it doesn't seem like they even try to.

Moving to another famous trope in his fanfics: soulmate stories. I find it very ooc that he would actually accept he has a soulmate: he wouldn't believe it, he's literally the most paranoid character of tvdu, Klaus would 100% believe it's just a plot made to control him and he would probably kill his soulmate, only to regret it forever. Or those "I've been seeing her/having dreams about her for a thousand of years, she's without a doubt the person I'm meant to love forever", what?? 😭

If Klaus ever saw this person in real life, there are just two possibilities I can think of:

A) he would be extremely paranoid and would kill this person on the spot

B) he would be extremely paranoid, but decides to not kill x person for some barely explained reason and would get to know her/him and perhaps fall in love.

I'm aware Klaus can and has been soft in canon: with his family (in occasions, more in New Orleans modern era), with Hayley, Marcel, and Cami. I mean, Klaus loved Cami so much he actually begged her to not leave him, to fully turn into a vampire because he was terrified of losing her, and a decade after her death he was still in love with her (something a certain part of the fandom fails to see lmao).

The fanfics where he cheats with Hayley/Cami/Caroline/ Genevieve/Aurora or he just cheats while he's in a relationship also are ooc imo. If he's in a commited relationship and he loves the person he's with, I don't see him as the cheater type, especially because he wasn't sleeping around in the program.

But either way, show me the fanfics with true depiction. Show me fanfics where he's so screwed up that he continually pushes the person he loves away, where he constantly hurts them with/without intention as he did to his siblings, where he constantly uses his s/o for his own personal gain or similar. Where he's actually his true self, the man he was in tvd before having Hope and even after having Hope, because she actually did not change him that much.

I think I only found three fics like that: one in ao3 called I Would Hurt A Fly, where the oc was a witch or something like it and he used her as a personal sex toy/blood bag but there were slight hints of his love but sadly was deleted.

Or the ones written by @viavolterra and @saintsir4n, the way they write Klaus is the closest I've ever seen to his canon self and it's genuinely good writing. Patisserie is also a really good written fanfic that writes the characters well, but it's a poly Mikaelson fic (which it's even better, the more the best)

Either way, a violent man isn't gonna change with the power of love and family. The Originals tried doing that with Hope and they failed, because Klaus was the same man he was at the start, just slightly less mean to his family.