Full title: THE ADVENTURES OF DAMON THE CAT

CRACK!FIC obvs. This is so random but IDK don't ask just read. Unbeta'd.

There's something delicious in the night air.

He crinkles his nose and looks up the open window where the scent is from, beckoning him. He feels the excitement tingling in his bones and stretches his lithe legs before ascending the metal stairs two steps at a time.

Blondie likes to sing.

He hears her belting a tune when he reaches the ledge, her hips wiggling as she lays out what looks like an assortment of colorful cakes on the dining table. She's been cooking so much lately.

While most people flinch at the sight of him and his black fur, Blondie's whole face smiles when she sees him and already on the floor beside her is a tiny bowl with his name on it.

Hmmm… Dinner. Yum.

He descends on the bowl with urgency, making her giggle, as she settles on a chair and begins to work, putting sweets into little pink boxes and lacing them up with ribbon.

When they both finish, she gathers him in her arms toward the couch and turns on the TV.

"You're going leave me again tonight, aren't you?" Blondie murmurs after a while, her fingers scratching on his fur.

She's lonely, he thinks. Every night he hears her crying on her pillow. She doesn't allow him in her bed so he lies on the floor, keeps her company until she falls asleep, and when she does, he takes his leave.

Dimples lets him in his bed.

Though most of the time he has to wait for whoever girl is with him to leave but all in all the guy's not picky with his bedmates.

Tonight, Dimples is alone and he doesn't think twice before curling up next to him on the mattress and falling asleep.

In the morning when he wakes, Dimples is painting. Or not painting, seeing that his easel is as blank as the morning sky. He notes the scowl marring his face, not looking very dimply at the moment.

There are paint stains on his sheets, on the floor and clutters of paper cover the hardwood. No doubt if Blondie ever saw his apartment, she'll probably have a heart attack.

After a while Dimples finally gets his mojo and, a few hours later, he sets down the easel.

In it is a painting of him.

"Really, Nik? Again?" A girl with the same accent as his speaks from the phone. The sister.

"What is wrong with-"

"That's not the point. You promised the gallery you'll have something different this time."

"I'm trying." Is Dimples detached reply.

There's a long sigh from the other end of the line and he imagines a girl younger than Dimples rolling her eyes to the sky.

"Well try harder." The sister says firmly before hanging up. Dimples remains standing for a bit, clearly deep thought before he slumps on the bed next to him, catches his tail with his hand and mumbles.

"What's wrong with cats?"

"Mom, I promise I'm okay." Blondie murmurs on her phone but the frown etched on her face seems to say otherwise.

He's on her couch watching her clean almost obsessively (her usual MO), sweeping, wiping and packing up random stuff in her apartment. She just finished taking photos from the wall–mostly ones of her and some black-haired dude–when she sees the stains the frames left on her yellow-painted plaster.

Since then, she's been staring at them as if willing them to disappear.

"I'm sure, Mom. I'm peachy." The girl's gaze finds his fleetingly– "In fact, I have company." –and goes back to staring at the wall.

Looks like Blondie needs a new photo and a new friend.

At the doorway, Dimples is accosted by a girl. She's skinny and pretty with her long red hair. He's seen her a couple of times in the apartment, on Dimples' bed, but Dimples doesn't make her stay.

Dimples doesn't make anyone stay.

"Oh, are you heading out?" He hears Redhead ask Dimples with her title hopeful voice.

"Uh, yes."

"Do you have company?" Redhead prods further and lets out a sound that some people would call a purr.

Trust him though. He has the good authority to say that that is definitely not a purr.

Dimples shifts uncomfortably at the question and steals a glance at him sprawled
on the floor. "I have, actually."

And thankfully, that is that. Redhead leaves him without another word and Dimples goes back in to gather the sketches from his desk, tucking them in a big folder and in his arm.

On his way out, he stops by the door and looks back at him. "Wanna come?"

"So this is him." Says the brunette he decides to call Snarky. She is standing behind the counter of the vintage-looking store they just entered, looking at him with her sharp cat-like eyes. Beside her is another brunette, her twin, with a kinder gaze. Softy.

"Yeah and it's pissing my sister off." Dimples grumbles, running a hand through his sandy curls.

"Why? People like cats." Softy whispers before fingering his ear. "Especially black ones." Ahhh this, he likes. Softy, he likes.

"Well she had enough of them apparently. Says it's bad business."

Snarky snorts. Or snarks. "Maybe for them. But it's good for us." And gestures to the folder Dimples gave her. "Anyway, you going to the fair tomorrow? You can stay in our tent and be, like, our 'featured artist'." She wiggles her brows. "God knows how those dimples would sell."

Dimples rolls his eyes.

"And of course the art. The art is important too." Snarky teases. "Here have a flyer."

He sees her handing a piece of paper to Dimples. It's colorful and pretty, filled with pictures of art and food-

Food.

"Meow."

All three pairs of human eyes set on him.

"Meow."

He paws the flyer in Dimples hand.

"Meow."

Softy laughs then and voices what he can't say.

"Looks like he wants to go."

"Where did you get this?"

Blondie scratches his fur once more.

"Is this paint?" Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. "Where the heck do you go where you're not here? "

"Meow."

Five minutes later he's in Blondie's tub smelling a lot like Blondie. She's scrubbing on his fur, his legs, his ears. It feels damn good. Baths are good.

"Must be nice to know how to paint." Blondie murmurs to herself after a while.

"Meow."

"Maybe I should get a painting."

"Meow."

"Meow."

A rumble. "Go away."

"Meow. Meow. Meow."

There's only silence for a moment when a head emerges from the mountain of blankets. "Bloody-" Dimples' voice is thick with sleep. His hair is rumpled and there's a long crease marking the side of his face. He sits up, confused and irritated. "What-what's that?"

"Meow." He taps his paws on the paper laid on the mattress.

The flyer.

"Jesus." Dimples falls back on the bed, fingers pinching his nose.

He moves toward Dimples and taps on his bare shoulder with his paw. Suddenly he is high in the air, seized by his arms by an irate British.

"What is wrong with you?" Dimples mutters, pulling him closer to his face. "Wait, did someone give you a wash?"

Dimples noses his fur and lets out a chuckle.

"Smells like a dream."

On the day of the fair, Blondie is hanging a new painting on her wall.

A painting of a kitten.

One ugly ass kitten.

"Meow."

"You like it?" She sounds so proud.

"You don't?"

He snubs her by raising his tail before haughtily turning around to climb the nearest table.

"Oh come on, don't be jealous. It's cute. A cute white–OH MY GOD!"

A shredding sound fills the room followed by a loud thud as he falls on the floor, the painting tucked in his claws. Ruined. Annihilated.

Blondie stares at it dumbly for a moment, clearly in shock, before snapping to glare at him. "Seriously?"

"Meow."

She must think she's losing her mind.

Still Blondie follows him without complaint as he walks all over town. He just wreaked havoc in her apartment and somehow she got the idea he's trying to tell her something.

A cat is trying to tell her something.

Yup. Not crazy at all.

At the town square, the fair is in full swing. He immediately spots Softy and their colorful and flashy-looking tent. Snarky's idea, he wagers.

Dimples, however, is nowhere to be found.

"Hey you." Softy greets him with a smile as he approached, Blondie trailing awkwardly behind him. Softy greets her with a smile too.

"Hey, Caroline right?"

Blondie reddens, obviously surprised to be known. "Uhm, yeah. And you're…" She thinks for a bit. "Elena."

Softy laughs a soft laugh. "You can tell."

Blondie shrugs nonchalantly. "Not that hard. I heard your twin is more of…"

"I'm more of what?" The woman in question strides toward them, looking lethal and wearing the shortest shorts anyone has ever seen.

Blondie and Softy share a look. Exactly.

"Katherine." Snarky announces, turning to Blondie. "You ran the Lockwood's cakeshop before right?"

Blondie bites her lip and lowers her gaze. "Yeah."

"Didn't work out in the end?"

"Yeah."

Snarky studies the blonde for a bit before snarking. "Don't worry. That guy is an asshole."

This time the three women share a look that would probably make all men sorry they were born.

Really. Women are scary.

"Anyway, I still sell online." Blondie offers and the twins perk up, looking interested. Soon they are all about cakes and bakes and while they're distracted, he escapes.

He finds Dimples talking to another girl, a blonde this time. Doesn't surprise him really but then he hears the girl speak.

The sister.

"–real bloody clients looking for real bloody art. Why are you wasting your talent in this hillbilly town, Nik?"

Dimples shrugs with disinterest. "You sound like Elijah."

"Well if you listened to him the first time, I wouldn't be here…"

And the sister goes on a full tirade which makes Dimples look more and more exhausted by the minute.

Until he catches his gaze.

"Ah!" Dimples exclaims out of the blue, startling the sister.

"What the-"

"Company. I see company."

"Where-" The sister swings her head to look but Dimples is pointing at no one in particular.

"I have to talk to…" And he's already walking away. "Real bloody art. Yeah." And walking. "Talk to you later, Bekah."

"If you're leaving me for some twit, Nik, I swear I- NIK!"

Dimples is hot on his heels (or paws) following him around, while Blondie is at the tent waiting for him.

They both see him at the same time.

"There you are."

And pause (or paws. Look how funny he is).

It's like a scene from movie.

They're in the middle of the fair, of the crowd yet there is nothing between them but the moment. The girl is flustered and blushing a little bit, and the boy is struck dumb looking at her.

He purrs in delight.

"Uhm.." Blondie starts awkwardly while he nudges Dimples with his tail, who's gone all quiet.

"Meow."

Blondie's gaze laserbeams to his paint-stained fingers.

"You did those?" She then asks, gesturing to the portraits in the the tent.

"Uh I did."

"You like cats?"

And with that, Dimples dimples. "Well this one in particular."

Dimples nudges him back with his boots.

"Meow."

"Same." She says with a smile and steps toward him to offer her hand. "I'm Caroline."

"Caroline." It sounds glorious in his lilting accent and he moves to meet her halfway grasping her fingers. "I'm Klaus."

The mid morning sun is bearing down on them making her eyes squint and her hair shine golden more than ever. Dimples is dimpling as they stand closer and closer (with him in the middle of course). The boy's not letting go of the girl's hand, and when the wind picks up, ruffling both of their curls, Dimples smiles a full on smile.

"Meow."

"What's so funny?" Blondie asks, grinning as well.

Dimples takes a deep breath. "Smells like a dream."

They both started the day looking for him but end up finding each other. Yes, his job is done.

THANK YOU FOR READING! God, how long was it since we had a decent Klaroline moment? We're still here!