AN: For day 7 of klaroline AU Week, tropes. Beta'd by CKhybrid who's just awesome to read over so much of my writing :)

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This is the last of my Klaroline AU Week drabbles. It has been wonderful and thank you all for reading and commenting in any way on my works! You guys are the best!

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If you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke him/her because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it's your first job interview at a prestigious company what the hell. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that? (Soulmate AU)


Klaus hated the soulmate thing passionately.

If it weren't for the bizarre side-effects, he would probably never pay it much thought. Some people were always on the lookout for their other half - and well, he wasn't one of them.

He liked his life as it was, fate-less and with no complications.

Well, apart from one tiny little detail.

His soulmate apparently loved experimenting with her hair. Which in itself, wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. However, one of the effects of the bond meant dyeing one's hair resulted in the respective change occurring on your mate's head.

Everyone else thought it was hilarious.

As for Klaus, he found he wasn't as easily amused. Especially given his supposed soulmate would always choose the most unfortunate moments to dye her hair.

Right before his first date, it had turned a vivid shade of blue (who would want blue hair?!). For prom, he had been sporting a pale shade of pink with singular brighter streaks - his date had not appreciated (it didn't go well with her dress or something ridiculous like that). Suffice it to say, the night had turned out to be a bust for him. As did many other nights.

Elijah's stag party and a wedding - a ghastly shade of green. Which had almost made his brother reconsider Klaus' participation in the wedding party as his best man, deeming his appearance inappropriate and "disruptive of the main theme."

Rebekah's graduation - a ridiculously bright orange. His sister had told him to stand in the back corner and not acknowledge that they were family.

One time it had started changing colour during sex - even now, Klaus could recall the blow to his ego when the chick laughed in his face during the act while his hair turned from blonde to red.

If Klaus was sure of one thing, it was that he would put that incessant girl through torture, then slowly choke her if he had ever met her.

For now, though, he would be satisfied with just a little revenge, Klaus thought, while furiously applying six different kinds of dye onto his curls. He realized he would have to face the outside world tomorrow and go to work as usual - still, it would be worth it. His only hope was his pesky little mate was in the middle of something important or had grand plans for the next few days. It would certainly be a fascinating spectacle to watch, but the satisfaction he derived from the prank would do.

As for his colleague's at work, Klaus would simply grit his teeth and live through the day. He had suffered through situations like this already. Like that one time in high school when Kol took a picture of ombre hair he was currently wearing (black to flaming red - it looked like his head was set on fire) and posted it on every social media site he had an account on.

Thus making Klaus the hero of the school meme.

The memory made him shudder.

Yes, he definitely deserved a little revenge.


Caroline was honestly going to kill her soulmate, whoever the jerk was.

So alright, she might have experimented with her own hair colour a few times. Still, she was 25 and fresh out of grad school now, keeping the changes of her blonde curls relatively mild as well as few and far between.

Unless her soulmate was a lively 7-year-old who had spilled a bucket full of paints all over his head, this was not an accident.

This had been done with premeditation, Caroline thought as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the bright streaks of every colour in the rainbow hurting her eyes.

No matter how furious, she had to give it to her mate - he had impeccable timing, seeing as she was on her way to an interview for her first big-girl-panties job.

She adjusted her hat one last time before walking out of the bathroom on the executive floor of Castle-Gerard Designs, the biggest advertising agency in New Orleans. After a one-year internship in one of the most prestigious firms in New York, Caroline was thrilled to be offered a place in their marketing team.

All she needed to do was get through this interview.

She was Miss Mystic Falls, dammit. She would nail it, just like everything else so far, Caroline pep talked herself, straightening her back while going down the hallway.

"Mister Castle and Mister Gerard will see you in a minute, miss." The redhead that greeted her didn't even hide her incredulous look as she stared at Caroline's hair peeking out from under the hat.

The blonde waited for a few minutes, impatiently tapping her foot and then the door to the office opened, revealing three fine looking men. Two of them she identified as Lucien Castle and Marcel Gerard - but it was the third man that caught her attention.

With that effortless nonchalance, he was wearing a charcoal suit and a dark blue tie that accentuated the ocean depth of his eyes. If that wasn't enough, his face was simply gorgeous, with very kissable crimson lips stretched in a smirk and dimples adorning his cheeks. More than that, the moment she laid her eyes on him, Caroline could feel this strange pull towards the man, with her muscles tensing and breath catching in her throat. An unexpected wave of euphoria and anticipation hit her as she tried to calm the intense fluttering in her lower belly.

Perhaps she would have given into this turmoil more easily if it weren't for one simple fact.

The man was sporting a wild mix of colours on his hair, suspiciously resembling her own.

Strutting towards the office, she shot him the dirtiest look she could in public, internally rejoicing in his bewildered face as he took her in. Caroline was so tempted to stop and give him hell but she had worked her ass off to get a job offer like this and she wouldn't ruin it now. Regardless of the man's stunned expression and the curious glances her future (hopefully!) employers were exchanging, she walked into the office after Marcel's invitation.


Klaus sat in his office, pensively looking out the window.

He had always thought meeting his soulmate wouldn't really have this great of an impact on him. He didn't quite believe in the stories of fluttering hearts and love at first sight that Elijah and Stefan had been sharing with him and that he had dismissed as fairy tales.

After meeting the girl who perfected her death stare on him, Klaus had to admit he had been wrong. While he still remained very much annoyed with her, there was no denying the impression she had left.

Even with the ridiculous hair colour she was wearing thanks to him, his soulmate was the most mesmerising woman he had ever met. Despite the ferocious glare he'd been the (un)lucky recipient of, there was just something about her, this light that seemed to be emanating from within.

Light and fire.

And Klaus wished to warm himself in it for as long as he could.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor and doors shutting with force interrupted his musings.

"So it's you," she said, her tone accusatory as she stood with arms crossed on her chest.

"It would seem so, sweetheart," Klaus stayed while his eyes raked unashamedly over her body.

That was what he saw first apart from the hair - her long lean legs, hugged by the sinfully tight pencil skirt. All he wanted to do right now was skim his fingertips up those thighs to the curve of her hipbone and then…

"Hello! My eyes are up here, buddy," she bit out chidingly. "And I'm so not your sweetheart."

"Well, I can hardly address you any other way, love, since I don't know your name."

Scoffing in reply, she bit her lip, drawing his attention to her plump mouth. He almost missed it when she muttered "Caroline" under her nose.

It fit her. It was strong and beautiful, just as she was. "I'm Klaus," he said, bowing his head a bit.

"I suppose I have you to thank for all the under nose laughs and smirks I got during the interview? Nicely planned. How did you freaking know?"

"I have to admit it was a happy coincidence, Caroline. Although I was hoping to catch you during something of importance," he had no intention of denying it.

"Why on earth would you do that, Klaus?" she all but spat his name.

"It might have been a sort of payback for the adolescence hell you've put me through, if I'm being completely honest."

Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "That's incredibly childish."

"And dying your hair blue is such an adult thing to do," Klaus shot back unbelievingly, arching his brow.

"I'll let you know I was a teenage child of two divorced, workaholic parents. It got their attention, alright?" Caroline whined, hands gesturing vigorously as she spoke.

"I'm sorry love, I thought you were trying to convince me you're an adult," he mused.

"I don't need to convince you of anything. I don't care what you think."

She was certainly a vision with her blue eyes glaring at him, standing proudly before him with her chin held up. His mind was admiring her tenacity while his body longed to inch closer, to brush himself against her ivory skin.

Klaus had already loved antagonizing her, even if just to feel that fierce gaze fixed on him and see her face lit up with a myriad of emotions - but he could also sympathize with her. Growing up, he used to try very hard for his parents not to notice him - unlike Caroline. Still, he recognized it all came from the same feeling of loneliness.

They were quite the same, Caroline and him.

Not fighting his urge to get closer anymore, Klaus stood up and strolled to her. As her sweet spicy scent hit his nostrils, he noticed with satisfaction that she shivered upon his proximity.

"Go on a date with me, Caroline," Klaus crooned, as if afraid of scaring her away if he asked louder.

"Are you serious?" she huffed, curls bouncing under the ridiculous hat she was wearing.

Reaching out, he swiftly took it off, happily noting that she didn't flinch away from his touch. "We had a years-long spat, love. I'm over it already," he murmured, enthralled with the loose curls that spilled around her face, his fingers running through them.

For a few glorious seconds, Caroline leaned into his touch, gently closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Klaus could swear he heard a soft purr leave her mouth as his nails scraped her scalp and the sound sent a wave of arousal through his body. To his utter disappointment, she tore away all too soon, her features anxious.

"Come on, Caroline. Don't tell me you aren't even a tad curious about this. Take a chance," he taunted, his eyes pleading.

"And what exactly makes you think you're worthy of that chance? By the way, saying you're my soulmate doesn't count." She was looking at him expectantly.

"Maybe I'm not. But I see you want to find out as much as I do, Caroline. Besides, you can dye your hair the most atrocious colour if I anger you."

Flicking her tongue across her lower lip, she drawled, "Tempting. Not sure my roots would appreciate it though."

Chuckling, Klaus took a few steps towards her. "What do you say, Caroline?"

A glint of playfulness touched her lips as she cradled herself even more against him, tiptoeing to whisper in his ear. With her small warm hand resting on his shoulder, Klaus found himself unable to focus, his senses overloaded with her.

"I might just say yes. I do have one condition, though," the blonde all but purred in his ear, then scraped it teasingly with her sharp little teeth.

Slightly hovering over Caroline, Klaus was about to place his lips on her cheek and explore further when she stepped away.

"Dye your hair back to normal. This is so not your colour," she quipped, turning to walk away as she winked at him, bounce in her step.

Well, Klaus did love a challenge.


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