For Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo kcvalentinesbingo - "Great, Now You've Pissed off Cupid."
Stupid Cupid
"Stop Picking on Me."
12th February - New Orleans, LA
"It's my bachelorette party tonight and you're only telling me this now, Klaus?" She demanded hands-on very cute hips poured into a little, black dress.
He wanted to lie; hell he wanted to whisk her back to bed for at least the next forty-eight hours before their wedding. But given the don't-mess-with-me expression on her face, Klaus knew that wasn't an option.
"Someone might have put a curse on me."
"Well, you're going to have to narrow it down, Mikaelson. We all know the list of people who have a vendetta against you is endless."
"That's a little harsh don't you think, love?"
"Says the guy who has a bajillion years' worth of enemies," she muttered. "Look, Katherine, Rebekah, and Bonnie will be here in fifteen minutes armed with handcuffs, blindfolds and god knows what else so can you please get to the point?"
"How about we take the handcuffs and blindfolds then ditch the bridesmaids? I could really show you a good time tonight, sweetheart." He noticed her falter slightly; biting on her lower lip tellingly that she was seriously considering her options.
"Stop trying to change the subject," she insisted, albeit reluctantly. "If this involves my wedding day not being the most perfect of my life, I am going to get that white oak stake I stashed and kill you myself."
"Woah," he said, holding up his hand in disbelief. "We're about to be married and you're telling me this now? What white oak stake?"
"Says the guy with the secret curse. If you must know, Kol gave it to me," she admitted. "Said to use it if you really annoyed me. Turns out your inability to get to the point is a great example of that."
"I'm going to kill him," he growled.
"Don't you dare," she hissed. "Not until after the wedding at least. Our bridal party is perfectly symmetrical at the moment and won't have you ruining it."
"Well, it might not be Kol's absence that might ruin it."
"And we're back to this," she groaned. "Who is it?"
"It's Cupid."
"Cupid? As in the cute little cherub with the bow and arrow who makes people fall in love. That Cupid?"
"Just so you know those modern-day cartoon depictions are completely incorrect and misleading. And with the God of Fire his father let's just say he certainly knows how to use that bow and arrow in many other, violent ways."
"There you are," Katherine exclaimed, a bright, red feather boa wound around her neck and tequila bottle in hand. "What's he doing here? You do realise it's a Bachelorette Party, right? No Original hybrids allowed."
"Niklaus hates to be left out," Rebekah offered, arriving behind Katherine.
"That must be where Kol gets it from," Bonnie suggested. "He just accosted me in the hall begging us to let him tag along."
"What is wrong with what I have planned?" Elijah interrupted entering the courtyard and buttoning up his suit jacket.
"It's boring," Enzo muttered. "I know you're all ancient compared to yours truly but playing poker in the compound is hardly my idea of a wild evening. This is Niklaus' final opportunity to let loose and forget about the ball and chain."
"Excuse me?' Caroline shot back, her murderous expression not lost on her future brother-in-law. "I have no qualms in staking you, Lorenzo."
"What happened to the symmetry, love?" Klaus objected.
"What the hell happened with you and Cupid?"
"This again, Niklaus?" Elijah sighed. "I thought you took care of this after it rained rose petals and blood last year when you tried to appease the love gods and lift the curse?"
"It rained blood and rose petals? Now that's romantic," Katherine offered, taking a swig from her bottle.
"Can someone please cut off her tequila supply," Bonnie drawled.
"It was fantastic, darling, quite the spectacle in the French Quarter," Kol offered, joining them. "Klausy went and fell in love and every Valentine's Day since something has gone awry."
"Who did you fall in love with?" Caroline hissed, "do I need to stake someone, Mikaelson?" Before Klaus could respond, Rebekah intervened.
"As much as I would enjoy that immensely," she chuckled. "It was you, Caroline."
"Well, now I know why you tried that whole 'everyday is Valentine's Day' excuse when we were picking the wedding date. How did I not know this?"
"Well, we've never celebrated Valentine's Day together," Klaus said, thinking of just how many years he'd loved her and they'd never spent the supposedly most romantic day of the year with each other. "And I know you wanted to be married on the 14th so I hoped it would just go away."
"How exactly does a curse just go away, Niklaus, pray tell?" Enzo inquired.
"Not helping, Lorenzo."
"What exactly did you do to annoy Cupid?"
"Bonnie, this is Klaus Mikaelson," Katherine replied. "He annoys everyone at some point in their lives."
"You included, Pierce," he offered, reminding them all of that time when he hunted her for 500 years. "Let's just say we were at a bar circa a very long time ago and…."
"That sounds like the beginnings of a joke," Kol teased. "An Original Hybrid and Cupid walk into a bar."
"Not helping, little brother," Klaus snarled. "I might have told him love was a complete farce and that he was basically perpetuating a lie then I took a bite out of his companion."
"How did biting his friend prove your theory?"
"It didn't, I was just thirsty," he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "And then I guess it went downhill from there."
"You think?" Caroline baulked, obviously unamused. "Right now I'm going to ignore your ridiculous theories on love because obviously you were just plain mad and love starved before you met me and instead focus on the most pressing issue. How exactly do we fix this Valentine's Day curse?"
"Well, I'm not sure but we'll think of something."
"That definitely fills me with confidence, how about you Care Bear?" Enzo asked, knowing just how much she hated that particular nickname.
"If it's raining blood and roses, then Cupid must have had a witch on hand to perpetuate the curse years later. We could do a locator spell?"
"What happened to tequila slammers, drunk dancing on bars and strippers?" Katherine huffed, earning unimpressed glances from both Elijah and Klaus. "It is a Bachelorette Party, don't blame me that yours is going to be lame."
"Sorry Kat, but we need to sort this out pronto," Caroline insisted. "If my wedding isn't the most freaking perfect day of my life then no one is enjoying themselves."
It was at that point, everyone knew not to mess with Bridezilla. Turns out a quick locator spell led the group to the New Orleans Museum of Art and in front of the famous Domenico Beccafumi painting entitled Venus and Cupid.
"How fitting," Katherine had remarked sarcastically upon arrival, still clutching the tequila bottle in an act of defiance.
The witch in question put up a good fight, even convincing Klaus he had to renounce his earlier, thoughtless comments and embrace love. Even given the situation, his companions thought his confession was hilarious with Kol filming it to be used at a later date to incriminate his older brother.
The 14th of February arrived and Caroline Forbes had the perfect wedding to her soulmate Klaus Mikaelson.
The latter no longer believed love was a farce and the former took a page out of Cupid 'the unofficial wedding planner's' book and made sure it rained rose petals on her special day.
