Anonymous asked: if you are taking prompts but I would love to see one where Everyone is trying to get klaus and Caroline together and Klaus falls for Caroline right away and everyone knows. She could be in denial and keep refusing him but has a soft spot for him as she gets to know him. And maybe he overhead a conversation recently saying she isn't interested in him and never will be, and he is really hurt cause he always had good intentions but over time she realizes she 's falling for him and tries to try to tell him and he is always trying to be respectful and not push her? So basically lots of denial on Caroline's part and mutual pining!
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(Title from Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift)
"I don't know about this, Damon."
"Come on, Elena, this is the only way to do it."
"No, it isn't," Bonnie says sharply. "We are not locking Caroline in a room with a sadistic murderer."
"But he's her sadistic murderer."
"Stop it, Damon," Bonnie snaps. "Klaus is dangerous. He could hurt—"
"Bon Bon, you know I love you, but we both know Klaus wouldn't harm a single hair on Blondie's pretty head."
"Don't call her that, Damon," Stefan says, rubbing his temples, and Damon shrugs. Stefan turns to Bonnie, "Look, we both know that Caroline wouldn't get in a room with Klaus on her own. The only way to get them together is to do it against—"
"Against her wishes?" Elena asks, raising an eyebrow. "Do you hear yourself, Stefan?"
"Listen, Caroline's not oblivious to the fact that he likes her. And she's not subtle, either. We know she likes him too—"
"Supposedly," Bonnie grumbles.
"God, stop being such a buzzkill, Bon Bon. And even if we do lock them together, it's not like they'll be bored or anything," says Damon, wiggling his eyebrows. "I thought we agreed to put food and condoms—"
"No," Bonnie snaps. "No, that's where I draw the line. No condoms."
"Bonnie—" Stefan starts.
"No," Bonnie says firmly. "And Elena's on my side, aren't you, Elena—Elena?"
Elena shrugs and looks at her knees. "I don't know, Bonnie…Caroline does seem to like him, remember the Mikaelson Ball—"
"That's because she had to go with him!" Bonnie screeches. "Out of obligation!"
"Then what was with the sappy looks they kept throwing each other while they were dancing?"
Bonnie says nothing.
"Okay, fine," Stefan sighs. "We'll do this democratically. Those in favour of locking Klaus and Caroline in a room with food and condoms and only releasing them until they've had sex, say aye."
"Aye," chorus Damon, Stefan, and Elena. Bonnie stubbornly crosses her arms.
"No."
"But, Bonnie—"
"No."
"He's the most irritating person I've ever met!" Caroline screeches, and Bonnie winces. "And I try. I try, and try, and try, to be nice, to cooperate, but does he care? Nooo. It's always me who has to compromise, me who has to put up with his bullshit. I can't believe I ever actually liked him. I never would've dated him, if I had known he was going to be such a pain in the ass—"
"Why don't you just break up with him?"
"I did," Caroline growls. "But then he came running back with his fucking werewolf tail between his legs, saying, come on, Care, remember how good we were together?"
"Did you say no?" asks Bonnie, biting into her sandwich.
"Yeah," Caroline fumes. "But he won't leave me alone—"
"He's stalking you?" Bonnie asks sharply. "Care—"
"No, he isn't stalking me," Caroline sighs, taking a bite of her pasta. "He blames me."
"Blames you? For what?"
"For Klaus," Caroline grumbles, and Bonnie's stomach turns. "He says we were just fine before he came to town. Just because Klaus has this creepy fascination with me, Tyler thinks it's my fault. I didn't ask for this!"
"Just tell him you and Klaus had nothing, and then tell him to fuck off. It's not his business anyway."
Caroline's gaze drops to her pasta, and Bonnie narrows her eyes. "Caroline? You can tell him that you and Klaus had—"
"He's nice," Caroline bursts out, and Bonnie clenches her teeth. "He's really nice. Klaus, I mean. He—he's different than I thought he'd be."
"What do you mean, different? He's a murderer, Care."
"So are Stefan and Damon," says Caroline, biting her lip. "So am I."
"Care, you're different."
"Yeah, I know I am," Caroline snaps. "I don't like killing people. I kill when it's necessary to save you guys. Klaus murders people for funsies. And I'm not saying I'm interested in him. I never will be. I'm just saying he's nice to me."
"Because he wants to get into your pants."
"…yeah. I guess."
"NIK!"
Klaus growls irritably. "What do you want, Bekah?"
"I want to go to the Mystic Grill again to see Matt, and Kol keeps threatening to eat him."
"What do you want me to bloody do about it?"
"Dagger Kol," Rebekah suggests, shrugging. "Obviously, I'd prefer it if you didn't, but maybe just tell him to stay put?"
"Has Kol ever listened when we tell him to stay put?"
"No. But even when I snap his neck he threatens to just eat Matt when he wakes up and I can't feed Matt my blood or he'd never forgive me."
"Well, it's not my bloody problem, is it? Go talk to Elijah."
"Elijah says we need to sort this out ourselves."
"Well, I can't say I disagree."
"Nik," says Rebekah frustratedly. A light of inspiration shines on her face. "If you go to the Grill and just feed Matt some of your blood, it wouldn't be a problem. He hates you anyway."
"No, Rebekah, I will not give your insipid boyfriend—"
"Don't call him that," she snaps.
"Well then, don't tell me to—"
"Caroline will be there," Rebekah bursts out. "You know she will. We saw her there fifteen minutes ago."
Klaus growls at the mention of her name. "That means nothing to me."
"When I said goodbye to Matt. I told him I'd see him again, you glared in Caroline's direction. Anyway, I don't know her that well, but I know she'd appreciate it."
Klaus makes a non-committal noise.
"Oh, piss off, Nik, don't even try to pretend to not care. The whole bloody town knows about the crush you have on her—"
"I am not a teenage boy," Klaus spits out, "to have a crush on a girl."
"That's rich, coming from a man who was practically begging her for a date yester—"
Klaus whirls around and flung a paintbrush at her head, which she narrowly dodges. The paintbrush impales the wall, sinking up to its bristles into the plaster, and Rebekah looks at him, unimpressed. "What is it, Nik? Did she reject you too many times?"
"I do not like Caroline," Klaus hisses. "Now get out before I stab you with a dagger this time. And I promise you, I'll make it hurt."
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Rebekah frowns, ignoring the threat. "I'm sure if you just talked to her, Nik—"
"Get out, Rebekah," Klaus warns, his tone dangerous. "Now."
With a huff, Rebekah stands up and flounces out of the room. Klaus growls and turns back to the easel, his paintbrush slashing across the canvas.
"Klaus murders people for funsies. And I'm not saying I'm interested in him. I never will be. I'm just saying he's nice to me."
"Because he wants to get into your pants."
"…yeah. I guess."
Red. Red. Red. More red.
Maroon. Crimson. Scarlet.
The canvas is soon dripping red paint.
For such an intelligent girl, she really was quote daft sometimes.
And that stupid Bennett witch, encouraging and filling Caroline's head with that nonsense about how he was only nice to her because he wanted to have sex with her.
Love is a vampire's weakness.
He thought it had been true.
He isn't sure anymore.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Caroline mutters as she tugs on her foot.
Who wore fucking high heels after a storm? Stupid people, that's who.
She and Tyler were broken up, anyway. She doesn't know why she had gone to that stupid party at his house. But then again, she had been making poor decisions lately.
The result of said decision is staring at her as she tugs on her foot.
"Fucking shoes," Caroline says through her teeth. They're her mother's and Liz is going to kill her for ruining them.
Exaggeration. Probably.
"Caroline?" a voice asks, and Caroline stiffens, turning around slowly, her heartbeat not slowing down at all when she sees her companion.
Kol Mikaelson.
"Kol," she says, releasing her leg, standing up, and trying to look dignified, which she's sure she's failing miserably at since she has her fucking foot four inches deep in mud. "What do you want?"
"Just passing by," he grins, his smile flashing at her. Caroline is suddenly reminded of Klaus, and how he smiles the same way at her, the same devil-may-care look. "You look like you're in need of some help."
"Do I?" Caroline grits out. "Well, you're mistaken, since I'm perfectly fine. What are you doing out here, anyway?"
Kol's grin turns shark-like. "I was just at the nearest pub with a friend."
"Wow, you people have friends?"
"Kol, Nik just went home—what are you doing with her?" Rebekah Mikaelson's drawl cuts through the air, her expression turning vicious when she spots Caroline.
Kol ignores her. "As I was telling the lovely Caroline, I was drowning sorrows, see. I've been told a pub is the best place to do that."
"You don't look very sorrowful."
"I'm sorry, did you miss the part where I said I was accompanied by someone? It doesn't matter, though, since I wasn't the one elbow deep in a bucket of bourbon. Nik truly has a very good tolerance, although how he managed to drink so much of the revolting alcohol they serve there is beyond me."
Caroline grunts. "What does he have to be sad about? Original hybrid with an army of slaves, and all."
Rebekah's expression turns ugly. "You don't know Nik at all, and you say such things about him. Perhaps the narrow-mindedness of this town is really starting to seep its way into your conscious as well, Caroline."
"You have such a restricted opinion of my brother," says Kol, the laughter on his face gone. "You think of him as a deadly monster, incapable of even an iota of feeling. Have you ever, for once in your current infinitesimal life, thought you could be wrong?"
Caroline narrows her eyes. "Did he tell you to say that? Is he here?"
Kol flashes over to her, much closer, and even though he is three feet away, Caroline can't help the stab of fear that goes through her heart. "I sometimes wonder how my brother fell for you," he hisses. "Niklaus has daggered my numerous times over the years, and yes, I loathe him for it, I want revenge, but just because he has committed misdeeds in his life, does not mean he is an unfeeling monster."
"His misdeeds are murders," Caroline hisses at Kol. "Thousands of them."
"And where would you think your kill count stand, I ask you, if you had been alive for more than a thousand years?" Kol asks, raising an eyebrow. "Where would the Salvatores'? Correct me if I'm mistaken, Caroline, but you yourself are a murderer, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Caroline hisses.
"You're angry at us because you know we're being truthful," says Rebekah, flashing over to her along with her brother. "You don't know how Nik is at all."
"Nik is a sadistic murderer."
"You kill people and drain them because you feel peckish. You do that, I do, and Kol does as well. Even Elijah. Even your precious vampire friends."
Caroline opens her mouth but nothing comes out.
I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?
Rebekah makes a disgusted sound. "I must say, I honestly thought Nik's taste was better. Let's go, Kol."
Kol says nothing but flashes away silently along with his sister, and Caroline is left standing in the mud, her throat dry.
Caroline remembers how Klaus had looked at her at the Mikaelson Ball.
I fancy you.
Caroline remembers Jenna's face when she had dropped lifelessly to the ground during Klaus's ritual.
She also remembers the faces of the innocent humans she has drained when she fed on them.
We're the same, Caroline.
Caroline still hasn't thrown away the bracelet and the drawing he has given her.
She can't bring herself to.
The dress sits in Caroline's closet in the box it came in.
Sometimes, unconsciously, she feels herself opening her closet just to get a glimpse at it, running her fingers through the fabric.
Her eyes flying to the back of the invitation card every once in a while.
I fancy you.
Why?
He had sounded incredulous when she had asked him that question. Like he couldn't believe she would question why anyone would find her beautiful.
Tyler's birthday gift to her, the silver bracelet with the wolf charm, sits at the bottom of her jewellery box.
Klaus's bracelet is in its case in her bedside drawer.
Hummingbirds are beautiful, Caroline thinks, as Elena gushes about the tattoo of the sparrow she got on her arm for her eighteenth birthday.
She's turning eighteen soon, even though her face is frozen in time. She'd like a tattoo.
She has vague memories of Tyler calling her sexy-smart and crazy hot.
You're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light. I enjoy you.
Klaus thinks she is more than sexy-smart and crazy hot.
Klaus has dimples, Caroline notices when she sees him smile indulgently at Damon when Damon attempts to threaten him.
She hasn't noticed.
She remembers the feel of Klaus's hand on her hip as they had danced together at the ball.
Firm, but gentle.
Like he had been…hesitant.
He's an Original. He could've compelled her to want him.
He hadn't.
She had felt safe with him when he had rescued her from Alaric.
She isn't afraid of him anymore.
She knows how he had looked at her.
Like she was everything. Like he had felt complete.
I fancy you too.
Klaus growls when the loud knocking at his door continues even after his numerous attempts at making his visitor flee by making various threats. He flings his paintbrush to the ground and stalks over to the door. "For the last time, I said—"
Caroline stares at him, her expression stricken. "I—I'm sorry. This is just important."
Klaus's shoulders relax, before they tense again. "Did your friends send you over to distract me again?" he asks bitterly, turning away from the door, leaving it open. "I can't imagine why, since I have absolutely nothing that—"
Caroline leans over and kisses him, her lips barely brushing his. It lasts for about three seconds.
He is shell-shocked when she draws back, her expression calm. "I've had time to think about this. About you. About me."
She sucks in a breath. "You're a murderer. I'm a murderer. I'm a monster too. I don't regret being turned into a vampire. We are the same."
Klaus stares at her dumbly as she continues speaking. "You were right. I do prefer the girl I am, to the girl I once was. And you are the only person in my life who has ever liked me for who I am. Not for who I was. To be honest, not many people liked me when I was human, either," she says, laughing softly, running her hands through her hair.
"I—I haven't been fair with you. I understand if you don't want me anymore—"
Klaus leans over to Caroline's and kisses her, and her hands hang in the air beside her shoulders, her eyes wide open. He pulls away almost immediately. "You are beautiful."
Caroline's mouth is slightly open, her eyes hazy. "I—I thought you wouldn't want me anymore. I've been such a bitch to you, and—"
Klaus tucks a strand of hair behind her. "You are also very oblivious."
She laughs, the sound throaty. Klaus cocks his head at her. "Is this what you came to tell me?"
"No," she shakes her head, then stops herself. "I mean, yes, but also—I mean, this isn't all I wanted to tell you."
"What is it, then?"
Caroline's expression softens as she reaches for his hand. "I fancy you too."
Klaus is way too cuddly in this fic but I just couldn't help myself. I think Kol and Rebekah standing up for their big brother is really cute, so I had to write that.
Hope you liked it! Please review!
Cheers,
Sophie