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So who do I talk to about getting a fic of Caroline invoking the 'nuclear' option and selfie-bombing Klaus because he's the 'King of New Orleans' so he can damn well send some minions to help her plan the biggest party of the year. Anyone?

Ask and you shall receive.

C: How can you say no to this face?

Klaus grumbled as he looked at the picture Caroline had texted him. Her bright blonde curls, gleaning green eyes and that smile that could make his undead heart skip a beat. He would be damned if he was going to let her walk all over him. They were in the middle of a war and Caroline was demanding that Klaus send all of his hybrids to her so she could put them to work preping for a ball that she was throwing that was only a few days away.

For the last month the ball was all Caroline could talk about. For the last month the ball was all Caroline and Rebekah fought about. Klaus spend much of his time out of the mansion and in a bar that he had designated as his makeshift headquarters until the damned bloody ball was done and over with. It was either avoid the mansion or dagger himself.

K: No Caroline.

Klaus was about to put his cell phone down when it buzzed again. He wanted to ignore it, he really did but this was Caroline. With a resigned sigh he unlocked his phone and tapped into the message she had sent him. It was another picture of her, only this time instead of smiling she was pouting. The heart shaped face pulled into a frown, her soft full bottom lip sticking out just making him want to suck on it.

K: Sweetheart, why don't you just compel yourself some humans to assist with the ball?

C: Because 1. I don't compel people and 2. the hybrids are faster and stronger and can get more done in a shorter amount of time and incase you didn't notice I am short on time and this ball needs to be perfect. Party. Of. The. Year. Klaus.

Klaus closed his eyes and tried to rub some of the tension out of his forehead with his hand. Taking a fortifying breath he opened his eyes and texted his reply.

K: Then hire the humans, as many as you want. I am still not sending you my hybrids.

Her reply was almost immediate. It was another selfie, this time she looked absolutely livid. Klaus could always tell the difference between when she was angry and when she was livid. The difference being that when Caroline was livid her face would just start to turn vampire, the trace of black veins just under her eyes and the tell tell wash of red just starting to bleed into the whites of her eyes.

C: Niklaus Mikaelson what part of I am short on time did you not understand. This is going to be THE party. Like the party that Vogue magazine does articles on. And if party is going to be perfect I need those hybrids. Seriously, if you don't send them I will make your life hell for at least the next 50 years.

Klaus grumbled again and glared at his phone, the muscle of his jaw flexing in irritation. If he could handle the century of havoc that Rebekah made his life when he had simultaneously killed her lover and ruined her birthday party ball, he could handle his wife's anger for the next half century.

K: No.

Klaus braced himself for a rambling text message tirade or at least an angry phone call, but what he did not expect was the photo Caroline texted him.

The photo was of Caroline and Enzo. Caroline's face was squished up next to Enzo's, which set his blood boiling, and Caroline had a rather haughty expression on her face while Enzo looked smug as he knew first hand how much this picture was going to annoy Klaus. As part of Caroline's BFF trio (Stefan being the third member of their party) Enzo felt it was his duty to be an eternal thorn in Klaus' side and there was nothing Klaus could do about it unless he wanted to find himself divorced and without the love of his life for all of eternity.

C: Fine. I'll have Enzo help me.

"Bloody fucking hell."

Enzo raised his eyebrows in expectation, taunting Caroline with the fact Klaus had yet to respond. It had been twenty minutes since Caroline had sent the picture and text and there was still no response from Klaus.

Caroline kept the serene self assured look on her face. If Caroline knew anything, it was how to handle her husband and she always got what she wanted. Unless her safety was at risk, then he was completely uncompromising. Because of that Caroline was only slightly concerned she wasn't going to get her way since Klaus saw the take over of the city and controlling it as another safety measure that would keep her safe.

As that thought came to fruition she started to worry her bottom lip with her teeth, that nagging bit of doubt demanding to be acknowledged the longer that there was no response from Klaus.

Enzo caught the tell and smirked.

Caroline frowned at him. "What?"

"Looks like your big bad wolf isn't wrapped as tightly around your finger as you thought he was, Gorgeous."

"Shut up." Caroline shot him a glare and just as she was going to check her phone once more the doorbell rang.

"That had better be the florist or I swear I will eat someone." Caroline threatened as she got to her feet, happy to have a distraction as well as a chance to get away from Enzo's smart ass comments.

Enzo snorted at her words, knowing it was just an empty threat which caused Caroline to shoot him another glare as she made her way to the front door.

Muttering to herself she opened the door and froze. On her porch was every single one of Klaus' hybrids.

But what really made her smile was the fact that along with the hybrids was that the most sought after caterer in New Orleans was with them.

Caroline turned to Enzo who had come into the hall and gave him a smug smirk.

"Still tight as ever."