Disclaimer: TVD is not owned by me. Eight fics to go! Eughmagod - inspired by the gif set "or what you'll throw paint on me?" between Klaroline. You can find the post by searching 'fanfic inspiration' on my tumblr. Thank yous go to the person who thought it up! Enjoy!

"Untitled"

Klaus was in a 'mood'. Whenever he was pissed he would paint. Caroline didn't understand what he was painting but he bit her head off when she told him he should just drop it in a tin of black paint. Apparently she didn't appreciate real art, then. Just because she didn't think his dark moody painting was art, did not mean she didn't know art when she saw it. This led to a fight and Klaus inches from her face.

"Careful, love."

"Or what, you'll throw paint on me?" Caroline scoffed.

Klaus looked down at his paint brush and the bucket of black paint that stood at his feet. Caroline smirked, then as if in slow motion she realised she shouldn't have said anything. "No, No, No!" She was wearing her best outfit. Klaus smirked, holding onto her wrist and the bucket came down all over her head.

"That'll teach you not to appreciate my art. Hold still, sweetheart. I need to take a photo to send to Stefan." He grabbed his phone. He was content now. There was nothing like throwing a tin of paint over your girlfriend to make you happy.

"Seriously? You are dead." Caroline said, looking up at him through sticky black hair. Her outfit was ruined and even though it was her idea, she wanted to kill Klaus. He was such a kid sometimes.

"Yes I am, love. I'm so glad you finally noticed," Klaus ducked when she threw globules of paint in his direction. She looked a right mess, apparently. Much like one of his paintings, she thought.

"Don't be unhappy, sweetheart, you are my inspiration, after all. I think I'll call you 'untitled', because 'Caroline covered in paint' doesn't have the professional ring to it." Caroline flicked her hair out of her face, livid. At that moment in time, nothing could change her mind about how she felt about Klaus Mikaelson.

"Ah, young love!" Stefan gloated, arriving to congratulate Klaus, he'd tweeted the photo to Damon and Elena. Caroline smiled sweetly, walking up to Stefan intent on giving him a great hug, which he protested against profusely, but she pressed her wet body against his and kissed his cheek, in welcoming.

"So good to see you, Stefan." He frowned, now covered in as much paint as Caroline. The two of them exchanged looks, it was unfair of Klaus to be so pristine when they were both a mess. It was only fair.

"Give us a hug, brother!" Klaus escaped Stefan's advances with a smirk.

"Yeah, Klaus! Why not? I thought you said I was beautiful?" She'd caught him there.

"You are," he said, appearing in front of Caroline. Ignoring the taste of paint, he kissed her, getting paint all over himself. Stefan rubbed his hands through Klaus' hair. "Thanks Stefan," Klaus sighed and Caroline giggled, her hatred ebbing away. Who was she kidding, she loved Klaus Mikaelson, unconditionally.

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