This one was an anon prompt, who wanted a OITNB inspired Caroline as a prisoner and Klaus as a prison guard. Note this is the only TV related prompt I'm doing because I was given a situation along with the TV show.

She grits her teeth together as Tatia's sickly sweet tones echo across the dining hall. Almost instinctively her fingers wrap around her fork, and the urge to sprint across the room and stab her fork into the other girl's hand is overwhelming.

She'd been here for 6 months already, on that trumped up bullshit charge for petty theft (she was hungry okay?), and she'd be out within another 6 if she could play nice with everyone else.

But of course, Tatia Petrova had taken it upon herself to make her life a living hell ever since she'd arrived the other month. Prison hierarchy was complicated, and normally newer inmates, or 'greenies' as they're more commonly known as learn very quickly that they don't speak out, and they respect those that have been around for longer than them.

Tatia Petrova hadn't gotten the memo, and had somehow managed to charm her way up to the very top, establishing a veritable network of loyalists that she loved to send up against her.

"Down girl. Stabbing my bitch of a cousin with a fork won't solve any of your problems." Katerina Petrova remarks smoothly, sliding into place opposite her.

Katerina had proven to be a godsend, not to mention she was the one person in here that you didn't want to piss off. She was in for murdering the man who'd assaulted her, and with any luck she'd be out at the same time as she would be on a good behaviour bond.

There were whispers that Katerina was CIA, and a part of her wondered why she was even in here.

"How do you do that?" She asks Katerina resignedly. Katerina just winks as a way of reply.

"It's all in your face, written for everyone plain to see. We need to work on you masking your emotions. But enough about that, have you seen the latest eye candy? He's at your six if you're interested in having a look."

She does it subtly, stretching her arms over her head before twisting her upper body, letting her eyes sweep the room before her gaze zeroes in on a prison guard she'd never seen before.

Oh he was fine. Sandy blonde hair curled at his temples, his eyes were a bright blue, and those lips were absolutely obscene. He was looking around the room lazily, gaze landing on hers suddenly, those lips tugging into something resembling a smile.

She feigns mild boredom, letting her gaze continue around the room before turning back to Katerina, because she'd also seen the way his uniform fit around his shoulders and chest, hinting at the power and strength beneath the material.

She raises an eyebrow as Katerina lets out a throaty chuckle.

"Niklaus Mikaelson. British born, apparently moved here with his siblings when he was younger. He draws and paints like a dream and he's incredibly intelligent."

She groans softly.

"So basically the whole package. Of course."

Katerina is lacing up her running shoes, the guard standing nearby understandably looking a little nervous. There'd been that one memorable occasion when Katerina had threatened to strangle Elena Gilbert to death if the other girl made one more snide remark to her.

But for some reason, the warden found this more amusing than concerning, and Katerinal was allowed to use running shoes in the exercise yard to run laps.

"God you're so boring. Are you seriously reading again? Scared of breaking a fingernail?"

She snorts at Katerina's question, raising an eyebrow at the other girl.

"Bitch please. What's the point of getting sweaty if it's not during sex?"

Katerina lets out a burst of laughter before finishing lacing her shoes.

"That's why your my favourite Forbes. Never change darling."

She retreats to the picnic table with her book, perching on the tabletop rather than one of the benches. The exercise yard is quite, most choosing to stay inside during this time and plot and scheme with each other, Tatia Petrova included.

"An interesting choice." An accented voice echoes from behind her as she turns suddenly.

The new guard, Niklaus Mikaelson is standing a short distance away, hands in his pockets as he glances out over the yard. There are eyes on them coming from everywhere, not to mention all the guards patrolling the fence and the camera system.

She's impressed that he's not making it obvious that he's talking to her. Guards aren't meant to talk directly to inmates unless it's to give them instructions or a command.

"It's my favourite." She replies softly, lips barely moving as she glances back to the well worn pages.

"The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst." He quips with a quick smile for her.

"I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both." She finishes the quote, one of her favourites.

"I read your file. Why are you in here?" He asks curiously, glancing again around the exercise yard.

"Because the justice system is bullshit, and the person I stole from was the mayor of my town."

"Why did you steal?"

"Because I had nowhere else to go. No place to call home."

"I'm sorry." He apologises, and she snaps her book shut and stands.

"I'd like to go inside now. And I don't need your pity."

He motions for her to lead the way, falling into step behind her. Just as they reach the door he tugs gently on her arm, turning her to face him.

"I wasn't pitying you. I was just trying to understand. Don't let them smother your light." He says, jerking his head towards the interior of the prison.

She just looks pointedly at his hand until he lets go and takes a step back, and then she squares her shoulders before marching back into the common areas.

6 months to go.