- soulmates au

- one night stand and falling pregnant au

- fake relationship au

- high school popular kid/nerd au

- co-stars au

She rolled her eyes and almost wanted to huff and protest, already preparing the speech she would give the reckless professor who assigned her this homework withthis guy.

"Hey, love." The Brit said before seating down next to her. The only reaction she gave him was a slight nod and she lowered her head to look at her notebook.

She was not going to fail this assignment because her dear teacher didn't know how to make good working pairs. If she had to write the whole paper herself and put his name on it, fine, she'll do it, especially if she doesn't have to talk to him.

But apparently, he thought differently. She found that amazing how the most popular guy in her school could spend so much time working with her when he had such an intense social life – when her life was limited to her studies and binge watching some shows on Netflix. But he stayed, worked hard with her every day.

She found herself smiling at his jokes, and smart remarks.

He was far from being the jerk she imagined he would be. He was cultivated, loved to paint, and music. And his smile could make your knees weak. No wonder he was so famous.

She also almost wished, as she looked at him frowning in front of a book that he felt something for her, just like a Teen Movie scenario, where the popular kid fall for the nerd girl. She was often ogling him, wondering what it felt like to be intimate with him. To be in his arms, his hand squeezing her waist when they were walking proudly in the school hallway.

But she was not in a movie.

"Can I ask you a favor?" he asked, taking her back in her real and boring life.

"Sure."

"My parents, they think I party all the time, and don't do anything. Could you…" he started but stopped as he searched for words. "Pretend to be my girlfriend? You know since you're extremely smart and serious. Just for a night."

His description almost made her want to cry. What she heard made her think she was so boring. All she did was studying and apparently she was serious. Who want to be serious at 17? No one.

That's probably why she said the next words. "Yes, sure. I'll help."

He smiled and she knew why she was doing that, she was slowly but surely falling for the guy. He leaned down to give a soft kiss on her cheek.

She was so afraid he might just play with her.

Caroline frowned at that. Not again. She huffed and put the book down. She grabbed her phone and dialed the now memorable number. "Katherine! I have once again to play the innocent little girl?"

"Hello to you too, Care."

"Yeah, yeah. Why can't I have badass roles, like Charlize Theron in Mad Max?"

"Because, dear Caroline, you have the features of the American sweetheart, not a badass truck driver."

Caroline huffed and looked at the book. Ok, it was a New York Times best seller and it already had a huge fandom behind it, but come on! She needed to push her career further.

"Fine. But after that you owe me at least Tarantino." Caroline laughed.

"Sure." Katherine answered with her own laugh. "There's something I should tell you though."

"I don't like those words, Kat." Caroline sat down on the couch, her arms crossed on her chest.

"Your co-star…" Katherine started.

"Spill the beans, Katerina."

"isklausmikaelson." She whispered.

"What?"

"It's Klaus Mikaelson!" Katherine finally shouted.

Caroline stood up suddenly, almost tripping on her feet. "Oh Hell, no, Kat, you didn't…"

"Somebody's calling me, have to go, bye!"

"Don't!"

She hung up. The brunette hung up on her leaving her to take the news.

She was not going to work with him again. No. Nada. Kaput. No way.

"Hello, sweetheart."

"Oh, Lord." She muttered. Caroline hated the guy. Especially since their last movie together, where they were in another world where you stop aging when you found your soulmate. And of course he was hers.

All they did while they filmed were making fun of the other, and making pranks, when he flirted with everything that moved, she tried to do her job seriously, and it didn't help when he undermined her because she was not as famous as him. Asshole.

And it eventually ended in a one night stand.

Ok it totally did.

"Hello, Niklaus."

"What a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Forbes." Klaus smiled at her, showing his dimples as he took his time ogling her body.

"I wish I could say the same." She answered with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Like wine, you become more refined with time."

"Is that wrinkles I see on your face?" she frowned, a finger on her chin.

"Don't frown too much, or you will be the one with wrinkles."

She opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by their director, Enzo Augustine. "Ok guys, the first scene we'll do is when Caroline's character, Candice, goes on the fake date with Klaus' character, Joe. Ok?"

They both nodded at the same time.

"Klaus, you'll have to look at Caroline and be in total awe, because you're not used to see her that way. Sexy, confident."

Caroline rolled her eyes, what a freaking cliché.

"Hard task there, buddy." He complained, giving her a side eye.

Her middle finger tickled to be raised up high. But she was better than that.

"Now, the sex scene guys. Do I need to explain?"

"No." Caroline quickly answered. She didn't need details of what she was about to live with her biggest enemy. "It's gonna be fine." She tried to reassure herself as she wiggled in the bed.

"Are you comfortable enough, love?"

Caroline looked at Klaus with a frown, was he actually nice for once?

"Action!" The director shouted, before she could even question his agreeableness.

Klaus put his hand on her cheek and she looked at him. "I've…" she started, nervousness taking over her. "I've never done it before." She said shyly, almost embarrassed.

"Really?" Klaus – or Joe – asked with wide eyes, and not shocked eyes, but like an envious gaze, like she was telling him she was a unicorn. And maybe she was. I mean, a virgin at 17 at this time?

Caroline nodded.

"Do you really want to do it?" he questioned, suddenly serious.

She took 2 seconds to think. And she finally nodded. He smiled at her before kissing her mouth gently, whilst shifting to be on top of her. "Tell me to stop if you want."

Caroline nodded once again, biting her bottom lip. He kissed her deeply, and Caroline tried to contain her reaction when he really kissed her. And not just her lower lip. Nope. He entered his tongue as she moaned, because she indeed, really, really, liked it. His hands were on her waist, squeezing gently, and hers were on his shoulders, pressing him against her. She didn't act like a virgin when she started rolling her hips against his bulge, and she didn't act like one when she scraped his back, earning from him a throaty groan.

And she certainly didn't act like a virgin as she moaned loudly when she lowered her hand near his erected cock.

"Guys! Cut! For the third time!" Enzo shouted. "Damn, there are hotels for that!" he yelled once more.

They looked at each other, panting, lips swollen from the kisses. "Want to go to my trailer?"

Caroline nodded, her heated body answering for her. She was on fire, she was sure if he stopped now, she could probably die from extreme arousal – beautiful death if you ask her though.

He pushed her against his trailer's door, kissing her like a starving man. His hands caressing every curves of her body, to finally find its way on her breast, squeezing gently. "You're beautiful, Caroline."

"That's not what you said 1 hour ago." She panted, her hands grapping his curls.

"I lied."

She smiled and pulled him toward her, their lips colliding. He started caressing her thighs, and Caroline took the hint as she jumped to encircle his waist with her legs. He walked backwards to fall on the small couch behind him. She wiggled out of his grasp and straddled him more comfortably. She looked at him and biting her lower lip, she got rid of her shirt.

His groan was a delightful sound in her ear, how she lovedhearing him groan, moan her name, like she was the only one who could arouse him.

She grinded against his covered cock, and he moaned louder. "Little vixen."

"You had way ruder words last time."

He raised a brow at her, as his hands glided on her skin to detach her bra. "You like dirty talk, Caroline?"

She slipped her hands under his shirt to remove it.

He smirked, and if Caroline wasn't so aroused, she probably would want to make that smirk disappear with a good witty remark. But not now.

"You want me to fuck you, my love?"

She didn't answer once again and kissed him again, her hand stroking his bare chest, lowering to find his belt buckle.

"Do you want to come with my cock inside you?"

She moaned against his collarbone, as her hand was preoccupied with his button jean.

"Or my tongue?"

"Don't have time." She finally answered, lowering his jeans and boxer. He tried to get up a little to allow her to undress him properly.

She grasped his hard cock to stroke him whilst he took care of her jeans and panties. When they were both finally naked, he laid her down on the couch and kissed her.

He looked at her, as if he asked a last time if she wanted to do this. She nodded slightly at him and put her legs higher on his back. He licked her neck as he slowly entered through her wet folds. She gasped as she felt him inside her, full. She also felt his smirk on her neck – how he must feel smug to give her those reactions. "Move." She ordered, half panting.

He complied and started a frantic pace, pulling out his cock, letting his tip between her folds to slam back entirely. "Yes…" Caroline moaned at every thrusts.

She couldn't keep her eyes out of him, out of his dark eyes, and she loved to feel his body move against her. His mouth found a breast to lick, suck and nip, and she found his shoulder blades to scratch and bite with her nails.

They seemed to be in synchronization with their moves, meeting his thrust with a jerk of her hips. And God, she didn't feel like that for a long time.

Klaus sensed he was close and his pride wouldn't let him come before her – and he probably won't hear the last of it, if it ever happened – so he lowered his free hand, the one who didn't support himself so he won't crash her, on her belly to find her clit.

At the first touch she groaned louder, the slight contact sending shiver like electricity through her body. He flicked her pearl in circles, adding perfectly executed pressure. Enough for her to feel the tightening coil constricting her lower belly as he kept thrusting with the same strength. His shallow breath and groans in her ear were the little flicking she needed to fall on the edge.

All she remembered was how she felt his cock stiffen as her walls clenched and how she moaned his name over and over again. Her body was numb under him as he found his own climax.

But she smiled even more when he moaned her name.

It hit her in the middle of the night. You know the moment when you think about your life? All your choices? And how everything could be easier if you were a Kardashian?

It was in this moment it hit Caroline.

She was late.

She didn't have her period.

Caroline was a control freak, so she knew when her period started and almost every time when it ended.

But no. not this time. She had so much work with the new movie, she must have forget about it.

It must be the stress. Nothing serious. She will have her period. Eventually.

Yeah but what if she doesn't? What if she is pregnant?

And who's the last person she had sex with?

Oh shit.

Of course it was also in those moments she wished she wasn't famous. She couldn't go out without a horde of paparazzi surveying her every moves. Oh, how they would be thrilled to see her pick a pregnancy test. Free food for tabloids!

She had the whole I-am-trying-to-hide outfit, the black sweater, the big sunglasses, yoga pants and running shoes.

And apparently it worked, she thought, proud of herself as she was standing in front of hundreds of pregnancy tests.

You're never too careful, she said to herself as she took 5 of them.

And also dried beef. It's ridiculously delicious.

The cashier – a teen with acne and braces – looked at her with a frown. "Do I know…"

"Nope." Caroline cut him off as she handed him the money, grabbed the plastic bag and got out quickly.

She heard a loud thump against her trailer door. She was reading her new scene and really didn't want to be disturbed.

"Caroline, open the damn door right now."

Angry English accent is not her favorite accent.

"What Klaus?" she asked as she opened the door with an angry expression on her features.

They didn't talk to each other since the night – that's how she called it, it sounded like a horror movie (even if it was not one. At all) – and avoided being alone together. Thankfully, they didn't have any intimate scene after the night.

He alsmot pushed her out of his way to enter her trailer. "Go ahead, make yourself comfortable." Caroline said with a not so subtle hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"What did I read? You bought pregnancy tests and I might be the father?"

"What?" Caroline shouted as she grabbed the magazine he was holding.

AMERICAN'S SWEETHEART CAROLINE FORBES CAUGHT BUYING PREGNANCY TESTS. IS KLAUS MIKAELSON THE FATHER? IS KLAROLINE REAL?

She immediately recognized herself in her Comme des garçons sweatshirt, and also the cashier, proudly smiling in a photo portrait as he seemed to be "the witness".

"I am going to tear off his braces." She muttered.

"So?"

"So what?" she angrily said, raising her head to meet his eyes.

"Are you pregnant?" Klaus asked.

And his eyes were not angry anymore, they were soft, indulgent.

"I…" she mumbled. "I don't know. I didn't have the courage to do the tests."

"Tests?"

"Don't ask."

He put his hand on her knee in a reassuring manner, and oddly for her, it worked, she felt her whole body relax under the circular motions of his thumb. "Do you want me to be there with you?"

She looked at him, and only saw pure concern on his face, he was genuinely nice with her. And that's how everything started, him being nice at her = sex.

But she loved this facet of him. It was nice, comforting to have him by her side. "Why would you do that?" she suddenly asked, her deep insecurities taking over her.

He chuckled lightly. "I might be the father of the child, and I'll be here with you whatever happens."

"Will you?" she wanted to be certain. She let guys crash her so many times before she didn't want that. Not when there was maybe another life in line.

"Of course, love." He frowned, almost hurt by her lack of confidence in him.

She came back with a goblet filled with a pregnancy tests bouquet.

"There you go."

"You peed on 5 tests?"

"I drink a lot of Ice-Tea."

They chuckled at the same time.

They waited but didn't say a word. He took her shaking hand in his and tried to relax her. She was happy to be able to put her head on his shoulder, and he was happy to be able to squeeze her against him.

It felt so good to be in his arms, Caroline almost forgot the little white sticks in front of her. She let her eyes close for a second, thinking that maybe if she opened them, it was just a dream. And she didn't know if she wanted that.

"I think it's good, sweetheart." He whispered.

She sat straight, going out of his arms to take one tests. She felt the tears swelling in her eyes at what she saw.

She didn't understand why though. Happiness or disappointment?

"It's negative." She finally murmured.

Klaus didn't respond and looked the other way.

"I am not pregnant." She added as she looked at the other tests, all of them showing a single pink stripe.

Klaus nodded and passed his hand in his curls. "Good."

"Really?" she asked without thinking. "I can't help but feel…"

"Disappointed?" he completed.

"Yes."

Klaus looked down, and for the first time, she found him humble, maybe sad?

"But you know, it wasn't planned so…" he whispered.

"Yeah, you're right. It's better this way."

He got up and started walking to the small door.

"Thank you, by the way."

He turned his head to look at her with a hint of hope in his eyes. Hope that she will say more, forcing him to stay here with her. It just felt so good to be in her arms.

"For staying with me."

And the rest was stuck in her mouth.

"No problem, love."

Damn, was he too pride to ask her for her date? To take her in his arms? And was she too insecure to fall for him?

He took the handle but couldn't push himself to lower it.

"Wait." Caroline stopped him.

10 minutes ago she thought she was pregnant of his child, and it didn't scare her as much as she thought it would. It was appealing, really. She thought they hated each other, but they crossed the line so many times she didn't know where they were anymore. And truth is, she liked where they were, as long as they were together.

"Would you stay…"

Klaus cut her off by taking two steps to be in front of her, he cupped her face and crushed his lips against her smiling one. He knew he couldn't just go away from her. Not after everything. He simply couldn't.

Did he imagine what his life could be with her and a child during those stretching 5 minutes? Of course. And in this reality, he seemed happy. He couldn't forget the blonde in his arms, the way she smiled, laughed, or pouted. Even how she moaned. Caroline was imprinted in his mind and the idea of a little blonde kid jumping in their arms was less frightening that he thought. It was actually good.

But he knew at this instant, as his lips caressed her own, that they had all the time in the world. All the time to send witty remarks, to fight, to laugh and to love. However long it takes.

And for once, he wasn't afraid about that.

He was impatient.