Based on this prompt what Angie sent me: "kc + OUAT au where Caroline just came to this club to have fun and this random guy is claiming that she's a princess and they used to be in love in an alternate universe and she's just feeling so personally attacked right now"

So, I'm officially turning this one into a full drabble series, which I will try my very hardest to update regularly, since it's been quite a heavily requested one. Ahem. I'll try, I promise.

- shauna! xo

Caroline's not sure why she let Katherine convince her into going out (on the one night she really needed to revise for her test tomorrow, too). Seriously, why did she let Katherine talk her into coming here again? Even, when it's clear that the only reason Katherine wanted to go out was so that she could get laid, since she'd been ditched nearly two hours ago.

And Caroline would have left too. If it wasn't for Bonnie.

But, the girl was going through a break-up and Caroline felt bad if she left.

She's not sure why, though. Bonnie and Kol have broke up about six times in the last month, and why they were on a break this time, Caroline had no idea. Bonnie had probably told her, and she might not have been listening.

Mainly because of the hot guy staring at her from across the club, who seriously had the bluest pair of eyes she's ever seen.

But, also partly Bonnie. Because she loved her friend and all that.

Seriously, though. Hot guy had been intently staring her down all night, his eyebrows furrowing, as his eyes narrow, deep in concentration, and honestly, it's bordering on the edge of uncomfortable. He could come by and say hello, like a normal guy. He realised that, didn't he?

Caroline sighs, shaking her head, and turns to Bonnie with a bright smile.

"Wanna dance?"

The brunette smiles, and lets out a shaky breath.

"Absolutely."

(Turns out Kol had turned up at the club, with a blonde wrapped around him, and she was doing everything in her power to avoid him.)

(A distraction Caroline was happy to provide her with.)

She gives Bonnie what she hopes is a soft smile, though she's so far past done with all this drama. Between Bonnie with her Mikaelson, and Elena between the two Salvatore brothers, honestly, she's quite certain that they've all promised her off men, forever. Maybe she'd just turn into a nun, and didn't her mother always tell her that all men were pigs?

Bonnie's hand clutches around her wrist, and she's pulled out onto the dancefloor, stumbling behind her friend in her tall, black heels, and really, she barely has time to put her drink back down on the bar top and shoot the bartender an apologetic smile, as her drink splashes everywhere.

(That was completely not her fault, though.)

But Bonnies smiling softly at her, relief written in her features and though Caroline sighs, she stares purposely at Bonnie, a grin spreading over her lips and lighting up her blue eyes. She's still smiling as Bonnie's arms wrap around her neck, her hips swaying to the music, and she smirks when Bonnie moves closer, and really were all men this obvious? Because she swears she can sense that they're all moving closer, their eyes on the two of them.

And damn, but that's when she realises what Bonnie's trying to do, and she smirks right back.

Who said creating jealousy didn't work?

Honestly, Bonnie is about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, too, but she's glad to have her in her life, all the same, and if it means dancing with her, to make Kol jealous, she'll do it. But, making Kol angry isn't exactly a hardship, since she's never been overly fond of that one, even if he did make Bonnie smile on occasion, but still, she'd tolerate him.

Just look at how she is with Damon.

Now, he's just an ass, but one, that was unfortunately with her best friend for the moment. She totally knew that Elena was going to go back to Stefan at some point, though.

She blinks back to present as the music changes, and she lets her lips twist up when she peeks over Bonnie's shoulder to see Kol glaring at them, or the three men that were currently edging closer and closer to them. She nods, her head dropping subtly at Bonnie, and she lets her blonde curls frame her face to cover the way she was smiling, when Kol's head snapped in her direction and she shrugged.

(She never said she'd be nice about him, when he so clearly broke her best friend's heart.)

And if Kol looks murderous when a guys arm wraps around Bonnie's waist, pulling her back to him, she pretends not to notice, and gives her friend a thumbs up.

She hoped she made him work for it.

-/-

It's a few dances later, and she's slightly (okay, maybe more than slightly) drunk, with her arms looped around Bonnie's neck as the two of them dance together, her hips swaying tauntingly, and boys long forgotten (the one Bonnie was dancing with had taken off, after a few drinks, and though he'd given her his number, Caroline knew it wasn't going anywhere). She suddenly feels something, or rather someone pressing against her from behind.

And she doesn't know how, but she just knows it's him.

The guy from before. With the intense eye stare.

His arms slither around her waist, pulling her more firmly back into him, and she smirks when she feels him, hard and wanting, against her. His palm lands flat on her stomach, sneaking up beneath her yellow tank top, but she's surprised when it stays there, his fingertips digging into her skin, as he grinds up against her. She feels his other hand as it settles on her waist, until she can grind right back into him, her hips swaying to the beat of the music.

She feels him exhale slowly, his breathing coming out against her neck, when he brushes her blonde curls over her right shoulder. His lips pepper a few kisses there, and honestly, she knows one look in his eyes, and she's going home with him.

He smirks against her neck, as though he knows where her thoughts are, and she grinds back into him in response, relishing in the throaty moan he releases, and then she's the one that's smirking.

Her arm reaches behind her, until she can wrap her fingers around his neck, tugging onto his curls slightly, letting out her own moan when she feels a hint of teeth when he nibbles on the pale skin of her neck, just that spot near her ear.

His lips travel down her jaw, before they go back upwards again and his teeth nibble softly on her earlobe, tugging softly, before he chuckles into her ear, his breathing sending shivers down her spine. She feels him smile, as his lips move against her ear.

"Are you coming home with me tonight, sweetheart?"

And if the looks didn't do it for her, the accent definitely did.

One look into his eyes, as she spins around in his arms, and she has her answer. Absolutely.

"Yours or mine?" she asks him, as her hand travels up to rest over his chest, even as he'd demanded they were going back to his.

She wanted him, she knew that. She wanted him badly. But she didn't say she'd make it easy on him.

"Mine," he declares, decidedly. "I want you, spread out on my sheets."

God.

He couldn't talk like that.

It was completely unfair.

She smirks, and raises an eyebrow as he stares down at her.

"Well," she drawls out, as she takes a purposeful step back from him. "I'm waiting."

(She's not left waiting much longer.)

-/-

They don't make it to his, as a matter of fact. In fact, they barely even get out of the packed nightclub, when the feeling of his hands on her skin become too much, and since it's Katherine's friends club, she feels it's more than acceptable to push him into one of the V.I.P lounge's, locking the door behind her.

Besides, Katherine did totally owe her for ditching her, after demanding she went out with her.

She's barely locked the door, before she's against the wall, with one of her legs hitched around his waist (Klaus, as he'd recently told her), and his lips immediately press on hers, softly at first, until that isn't enough and he becomes rougher, his hands travelling down to her ass and squeezing her encouragingly, lifting her up against the wall, until she can wrap both her legs around his waist.

She feels a hint of possessiveness as she kisses him back, his kisses becoming rougher, as he moves them away from the wall.

A few seconds later, she finds herself in his lap as he sits down on one of the white couches, his hands moving up her tank top, pushing her more firmly against him.

His lips pull away from hers slowly, and she finds something in his eyes that she can't quite place as his hands work to digest her of her top, followed by her bra, and then his lips are closing over one of her breasts, his tongue swirling over her left nipple, and she finds she lost her track of thought.

He smirks, eyes darting up to her face, as he sucks loudly and she groans loudly, her head tipping back as she grinds against him, needing more, needing him closer.

"Klaus," she groans, as his left palm works its way underneath her skirt, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. So close, yet so far from where she really needs him, and honestly, she's quite close to combusting with how many times he's worked her up in the past hour.

His lips pull back, as he pushes her skirt out of the way, his eyebrows raising when he realises what she's not wearing.

"I didn't want panty lines," she tells him, breathlessly, when his looks up, into her eyes, and she finds a question in them.

He smirks.

"I'm not complaining. Makes this a whole lot easier," he tells her.

And that's all she knows before she finds herself on her back, her legs spread for him. He licks his lips as he looks up at her from beneath hooded lashes.

"So pink and pretty," he murmurs, though he looks like he's talking more to himself.

Not that she minds, however, because he's brushing a thumb over her slit, gather her wetness, until his thumb can press roughly against her clit.

"All for me," he breathes, right before he ducks down and presses his mouth to her, and she's left screaming out his name, and he very much enjoys the way her fingernails dig into his scalp, if the look on his face is any indication.

(He was extraordinarily good at that, and he did have such a talented tongue. It would be a waste if she didn't properly take enjoyment from him.)

-/-

Sometime later, and she's not sure how much time later, when they actually make it to his home, and into his bed, and her legs are wrapped around his waist, as he presses against her, he's staring down at her, with that intense look on his face.

"Mine," he suddenly comes out with, his tone firm, as he presses his cock right against her in a way that has her clenching around nothing. "You're mine."

Her eyes widen, because for a one night stand, she seriously doesn't have time for this bullshit, and she doesn't have to take his possessiveness. Because she's not his.

"Listen, buddy," she tells him in a low tone, a warning colouring her voice, as she presses on his shoulders until she can flip them over. "You don't own me. I am not yours. I don't belong to anyone, for that fact."

He's staring up at her, like he's content to do so for the rest of his life, and he sighs loudly, his hand reaching up to stroke her cheek.

"That's where you're wrong," he tells her, almost softly. "You were born to be mine. My Princess."

Princess?

Seriously? Was he on drugs or something?

She seriously had a knack for picking the wrong ones.

He senses that she's getting freaked out because he suddenly sits up, his arms encaging her in his arms, and her legs drop down, on the outsides of his legs, and her thighs press against his.

"Listen here, buddy," she starts, glaring down at him.

"I'm not crazy," he tells her, butting in. "Nor am I trying to control you. You are free to leave whenever you'd like."

And just to prove his point, he removes his arms, and rests against the headboard, a small smile on his lips.

She shifts uncomfortably on his lap, as he holds his hands up.

"But you are mine," he pauses. "My Princess, at the very least. We are engaged to be married. But then, Queen Aurora came back and cursed the whole land, to forget their true selves," he seems to be almost reminiscent, before he shakes his head, and his eyes gleam up at her as he grins. "Ah well, I do love a challenge, my love. And you will remember me. One way or another."

And then his lips cover hers once more.

i suck at mini drabbles. woops. but here you go. a few people wanted a part two, and a few more wanted more than that, so here it is, and i'm already loving writing this verse. hope you all enjoy this one.

let me know what you think in a review!

- shauna! xo