Hi this is my prompt for the KC week mates trope: Caroline doesn't believe in mates and she is a werewolf princess who must choose an husband so she fakes finding her mates by convincing her friend to pose as one. Enter klaus , the hybrid king of a rival clan, who as soon as he sees Caroline discovers that she is his mate. Klaus will stop at nothing in order to persuade Caroline that he is the one. C. Doesn't know how to keep up her charade. Thanks
Okay, I'm wayyyyy too late but my computer died and I totally am in love with this prompt, so thank you anon. Although, I have changed it to suit what I can write best. Hope you still like it and get to read this : ) Based off lyrics from Taylor Swift. Also, Happy Thanksgiving to my US friends.
Wildest DreamsRed Fox Inn - Stratton, VT (Appalachian Mountains) - Thanksgiving Eve"Caroline." Enzo hissed pool cue in hand, his expressive, brown eyes telling her exactly what he was thinking without words. She was officially ruining his game, not billiards but picking up his latest conquest, and he wasn't too impressed by her close proximity.
Caroline opened her mouth to argue but realised she had no grounds as they were officially best friends and he had every right to chat up the local, female talent without her interference.
It wasn't that she liked Enzo in that way, far from it actually. He was pretty much her brother and if he wanted to play the field then she was more than happy not to witness it but something had happened that week to change her mind drastically.
Her father had requested her presence in his expansive study three nights earlier and demanded that she take a husband. As he so eloquently put it he was growing older and Caroline, as a werewolf princess, was destined to rule the pack and she needed to do it with a mate by her side.
According to Bill Forbes it was just that easy.
Step one, find your mate.
Step two, marry said mate.
For Caroline it wasn't so easy. She'd found her mate years earlier unbeknownst to her father but given he was from a rival pack it could never eventuate. If Bill knew her chosen suitor all hell would break loose and their pack would suffer immensely.
His crimson lips, blue eyes and dimples were still very much present in every dream. It was like he'd made it that way so she could feel the full weight of the rejection he'd felt before inevitably leaving Vermont in search of something or someone else.
Caroline tried to tell herself that it didn't matter what or who he did once he left Stratton but the what-ifs haunted her daily. Why did her mate have to turn out to be her biggest enemy? Why couldn't she be spending those intimate nights tangled up with him between the sheets instead of playing third wheel on one of Enzo's dates?
"Geez, sorry," she growled, making her way towards the bar hoping that a straight whiskey or ten would erase her memory.
Unfortunately, not so much.
"Bartender, can i get a Glenfiddich neat with one ice cube," she closed her eyes knowing that order all too well. If that wasn't a dead giveaway the smell of his spicy aftershave was. Although she was still in denial until he uttered that familiar greeting. "Hello, love."
Now that was the final straw, closing her eyes Caroline was willing him to go away. A slight tug on her swivel stool was enough to open her eyes straight into his. Dark blue with a hint of clouded lust willing her to reciprocate but Caroline had no intention of being drawn into Klaus Mikaelson's vortex ever again.
He's so tall and handsome as hell..He's so bad but he does it so well
It was all so true and nothing had changed.
Bastard.
His dark jeans were hugging his toned legs, and that henley was just as she remembered with the open collar showcasing those necklaces she used to pull on when he was moving inside her.
"Now, last time I checked you were mean to me, so the least you could do is say hello."
"I wasn't," she faltered, trying to gain some semblance of composure but it was difficult with her mate standing so close.
"So, it was daddy that ruined everything? Are we really back to that after all these years?"
"I was realistic about our chances," she hissed. "But I've moved on, so I suppose it doesn't matter."
"Oh, with the guy who's more interested in scoring with that girl than you? I would never do that." He insisted. Caroline wanted to kill Enzo but it was hardly his fault given he didn't know just how desperate her situation had become.
"I suppose that's none of your business," she replied, not willing to let him wear her down again. "I'm assuming you're just passing through town, so I'll leave you to it."
"On the contrary, I'm here for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow."
"Last time I checked your pack doesn't celebrate that," she offered, mildly hopeful that maybe he'd come back for her.
"We don't. But as it turns out your father has personally invited our pack to celebrations, yours truly included."
"He didn't? He hates you."
"Oh yes he did, seems like he'd like to call a truce," he smiled. Caroline was trying to work out whether to kiss him or wipe the smile off his smug face. It all seemed too good to be true. "I assume you'll be bringing that?" He asked gesturing to Enzo trying to teach his willing pool partner how to sink a ball.
"I hate you."
"It's beginning to sound a lot like old times." Before she could respond he'd shot back his whiskey and left, his aftershave hovering in his aftermath.
Thanksgiving Day
Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset,
It was probably childish and a little naive but Caroline had always hoped he'd remember her after their affair ended so sadly. She'd never forget the way his crimson lips curved into a knowing smile as he placed kisses on her temple, telling her nothing was lost and even with the family drama he'd always love her.
Forever.
Then he'd left and she'd decided he wasn't worthy of her time. Apparently, it had been for the best but Caroline had never forgotten him, even if he was the enemy.
Fast forward two years and here she was attempting to pretend everything was okay because her father decided to invite him and his rival pack to dinner as some sort of weird peace settlement. She was too confused to ask about his real intentions.
So, she'd been delaying her entrance staring out the window as the sunset across the horizon in gorgeous pinks and oranges.
"This is exactly how I remembered you the past two years, you have no idea how much you've tortured me…" His words were the peace she'd been craving and his touch on her skin followed by those softly uttered words was too much.
"I see you," she murmured, his fingers now grazing her bare skin. "Not just in my dreams anymore."
"And?"
"Although my father is probably going to kill you, I love your stupid ass. Are you ready for what might come?"
"For you I'd do anything, love."
"Famous last words, Mikaelson." She raised her eyebrows, ready for whatever they had to face because she knew they'd do it together.