A/N: Here's another two. :P
Abridged summaries:
1. AU/AH where Klaroline are best friends and Caroline leaves at the altar to be with Klaus. Speak Now songifc (Taylor Swift).
2. AU/AH where Klaroline has dinner at his house to meet the family. Mikael's a dick, but the rest of the family loves Caroline.
Enjoy!
-Angie

I have no shame so I'mma request a drabble. ONLY IF YOU LIKE THE IDEA OFC. Which is, like, something I've been dying for someone to write a good story about for a few centuries (I kinda want to myself BUT EFFORT) but the only one I've ever found HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED AND I'M SEVERELY TRAUMATIZED BY THAT OKAY. ANYWAYYY. All human—Caroline's about to get married and Klaus is her best friend and in love with her; she runs away before the ceremony and they confess their feelings for each other?

"I am not the kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl"

He had loved Caroline Forbes from the moment he laid eyes on her in the third grade when he and his family had moved to Virginia from Wales.

Or, at least, that's what he told himself.

It was possible that eight year olds weren't quite sure what love was yet, but he did know that the only thing his feelings had done was grow as they got older. She'd dated boys because she was oblivious and he'd dated girls to distract himself, but there was almost something missing, because he was always distracted by her.

And now she would slip out of his fingers forever, married to some idiot boy that couldn't hope to keep up with her in either brains or ambition.

They stood together in the room where she was getting ready, and he couldn't help but kick himself mentally for not speaking up at some point in the fifteen years they'd known each other.

"I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room

Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry"

"It's hideous, isn't it?" Caroline asked, gesturing down at her wedding dress, which indeed resembled a scalloped cream puff.

"I still don't know why you let her talk you into it."

Caroline turned to him, smoothing the dress over her hips despite the fact that no amount of smoothing would make it look less like a taffeta monster vomited all over her.

"Tyler's mom is a force of nature, okay? She's terrifying. Did you hear her yelling at Elena earlier?'

He snorted. "I think all of North America heard her, love."

Carol Lockwood had quickly become one of his least favorite people after Tyler proposed to Caroline. It wasn't that he strongly disliked Tyler as a person (though he did on principle, considering that he was the one marrying Caroline rather than Klaus), he just strongly disliked the people that the man surrounded himself with, including his harridan of a mother.

And in any case, there was something unnatural about the man marrying a girl who had almost the same name and level of organizational rigidity as his mother.

"It's a good thing I'm marrying Tyler, not his family."

"I agree."

He didn't really. He would rather she was marrying him, but unfortunately that ship had sailed when he'd backed out at the last second before confessing his feelings two years before on her birthday.

And then she got together with Tyler, and the rest...well...no use dwelling on it now.

"This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream

Where I stand and say"

"I still don't understand why you let her plan the whole wedding. You've had it planned since you were, what, nine? I don't think anything's the same."

She shot him a raised eyebrow before turning back to fingering blue earrings he'd gotten her for her 'something blue' (Caroline didn't believe in all that stuff, but Carol "un-bless her soul and hope she ends up in the pits of hell" Lockwood wouldn't hear of any traditions going unobserved). "I'm surprised you remember any of it."

"Of course I do."

Because I thought it would be our wedding.

"And anyway, my bouquet is the same."

"Hmm. Right. Out of what must be a hundred decisions to be made about your wedding–"

"One hundred and sixty seven."

"One hundred and sixty seven decisions, then. The only one that remains the same is your bouquet?"

"And the cake flavor."

"Only because Carol shares your unreasonable affinity for strawberry filling."

"Well, just because you think that fruit has no place on desserts doesn't mean we all do."

He shrugged.

There was a knock on the door and Elena stuck her head in. "Fifteen minutes. C'mon Man-of-Honor, you need to stand up with the rest of us."

Caroline had adamantly refused to let Klaus be anything other than the male equivalent of her Maid of Honor (and how was Klaus supposed to say 'no,' exactly?), but he'd put his foot down on walking down the aisle in front of her.

So Caroline would be the only one walking down the aisle, and the rest of the wedding party would just wait at the altar.

Carol Lockwood had thrown an absolute cow, of course, but if there was one person Caroline was good at standing up for, even when she wouldn't stand up for herself, it was him.

Caroline sighed. "Are you ready?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he asked.

No.

"Fond gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play

A song that sounds like a death march"

He had never felt awkward in front of people, but as he stood at the altar next to Elena and Bonnie and across from Tyler and his friends, he wanted nothing more than to leave.

Tyler had nodded awkwardly in greeting, which Klaus had returned. They got along for the sake of Caroline, but neither of them were very fond of the other.

Klaus took some pleasure in seeing how absolutely sick Tyler looked. All of them stood there awkwardly until the church went silent.

He stood there listening to opening notes of the wedding march and couldn't help but feel a tug of regret in his stomach.

Regret that he hadn't grown a pair and told her.

"She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was me,

You wish it was me, Don't you?"

She started walking down the aisle in the ridiculous dress with her hair up in curls and some ugly tiara that had been forced into them by Carol, a bright smile on her face.

They had been friends for years, and he could tell that she wasn't happy.

She'd been happier when she won Miss Mystic Falls than she was during her own goddamn wedding.

It was a tragedy, really.

But he noticed after a moment that her eyes kept flicking to him instead of Tyler, and her eyes would warm.

She took her place next to him, across from Tyler, and turned expectantly to the priest.

He started talking and Klaus hung onto his every word, dread building up in the pit of his stomach.

"I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace"

There's the silence, there's my last chance.

I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me.

Horrified looks from everyone in the room

But I'm only looking at you."

"Stop."

The priest stopped mid-word and everyone turned to stare at him. He shifted uncomfortably and looked Caroline, who looked torn between fury and hysterical laughter.

"I love you."

Her mouth opened and closed twice, and she looked absolutely floored.

He hadn't quite processed what had just come out of his mouth until that moment, and he felt his heart sink.

What had he been thinking? He'd just ruined their friendship, embarrassed her in front of her entire family and her husband's entire family...

"Seriously?"

He couldn't help but let his lips twitch at Caroline's response.

"You waited until my wedding to say this? Really? You have the worst timing."

"The worst timing?" Tyler asked incredulously. "Dude…" the other man also seemed to be at a loss for what to say.

After all, what exactly does one say when their fiance's best friend professes his love for her at your wedding?

"I'm sorry," he said, almost tripping over his words.

Caroline was crying (she was probably the only person he'd ever known that didn't seem to have any type of crying face that qualified as an ugly cry), and she shook her head, unable to speak.

"I'm so sorry."

"Shut up," she hiccupped.

He opened his mouth to apologize again before shutting it.

She turned to Tyler, dropping his hands like she'd been burnt. He frowned at her.

"I'm sorry," she said to him, before fleeing the church in a whirl of white fluffy taffeta.

"So, don't say "Yes", run away now,

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door.

Don't wait or say a single vow,

You need to hear me out,

And they said, "Speak now"."

He and Tyler both looked at each other before following after her. He saw the whirl of her wedding dress disappearing out of the church doors and followed her outside.

She had mascara marks on her cheeks, and she looked absolutely furious.

"You ruined my wedding."

"I know. I'm so–"

"Yeah. You should be. That was incredibly rude of you."

"I'm so–"

His apology was cut off by her lips landing on his, and he froze completely. She pulled back, letting her forehead rest against his as his brain caught up with the current events.

"I love you, too."

"And you'll say "Let's run away now,

I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door.

Baby, I didn't say my vows,

So glad you were around

When they said, "Speak now"."

Klaroline. AU/AH. Prompt - 'Klaus couldn't quite believe it. In one night Caroline had managed what no one before her had - she had successfully shut down Mikael's insults against him and had got the rest of his family wrapped around her little finger.'

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Klaus asked for what he felt like must have been the tenth time in the last five minutes.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'm sure. And even if I didn't, there's no backing out now. We're kind of on your parents' porch."

She reached out and rang the doorbell before Klaus could respond, and the door was opened in the next few seconds by Rebekah.

"Nik! It's so good to see you!" She crowed, throwing her arms around him before turning to Caroline. "You must be Caroline."

"And you're Rebekah, right? It's nice to meet you."

Caroline followed him in, letting him introduce her to his other siblings, Kol, Elijah, and Henrik (he had assured her that she wasn't missing anything not meeting Finn), and they were soon engaging in small talk.

If you could call a passive-aggressive interrogation small talk, anyway.

"So, Caroline, what do you do?" Elijah asked, taking a sip of his ice water.

Klaus resisted the urge to groan. Caroline could probably win an award for minimizing her achievements. "I just graduated from college last Spring," she said, clearly intending to end the conversation there.

"Yes, she's going to medical school at Stanford this Fall," he jumped in, ignoring her scolding look.

"Are you?" Elijah asked, looking vaguely impressed. "That's a lot of work."

She nodded. "Yeah. I'm planning on studying psychiatry, and I'm confident that I can handle it."

Elijah's lips twitched at her straightforward response.

"How did you two meet?" Kol jumped in.

"We took the intro to chem together in freshman year."

"You've been together for four years?" Rebekah asked. "How am I only finding out about this now?"

"You never asked," Klaus said, shrugging.

"Wait, you're going to Stanford?" Kol asked, returning to the previous topic.

"Yes."

"How are you two going to see each other? You can't possibly be planning on flying from New York to northern California and back all the time."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," Klaus said lamely, dreading the conversation that would inevitably happen later that evening.

They had found an apartment near the Stanford campus. Klaus's roommate for the last two years, Stefan Salvatore, was the son of one of the engineers at the NASA base in Langley, and through a few degrees of connections had managed to get Klaus an interview for an internship at the site in Silicon Valley, which was about a forty-five minute drive away from the university.

"How was your first year, Bekah?" He asked, trying to deflect the conversation before it got too far.

She gave him a wary look, apparently knowing what he was trying to do, but humored him. "It was good. I had a decent roommate, and I liked my professors."

"Excellent. Do you know what you want to major in yet?"

"Did you like it when people asked you that, Nik?"

"No, he didn't," Caroline said, grinning slightly.

He sighed, and Rebekah shot her a small smile, which she returned.

"You've known each other for ten minutes and you're already ganging up on me," he grumbled.

"Well, in any case, I don't know yet."

He nodded, having expected that response in the first place. Elijah opened his mouth to speak again, but his mother walked into the room, drying her hands on a dishtowel.

"Henrik, can you run up and tell your father that we're all ready for dinner? He's shut himself up in his office again."

Henrik, who had been sitting on a chair in the corner of the living room on his phone, rolled his eyes and started up the stairs. He hadn't spared Caroline a glance since he'd been quickly introduced.

"Hello, Caroline," Esther said warmly, though her smile seemed a bit strained.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Mikaelson," Caroline said, sticking out her hand.

Esther shook it politely and directed them all to a dining room. Klaus steered her towards a seat at the far end of the table.

He had told her before they'd come that his father was not someone she'd like or want to talk to, and though he knew that she was reserving judgment until she met him, he was, rather oddly, hoping that nothing happened to make her believe him.

Soon enough, Mikael came down and sat at the head of the table, not even sparing her a glance or introducing himself, and began to serve himself lasagna from the platter in front of him.

"Where have you been living?" he asked Klaus abruptly, causing any conversation that had been going on to cease completely.

"Caroline and I have an apartment near campus."

"You live together?"

"That was the implication, yes," Klaus said.

Caroline stiffened next to him, and he resisted the urge to wince.

"How much are you paying her?" Mikael asked, his tone and face conveying that it could be taken as a lighthearted joke, but he knew that Caroline could see the malicious intent behind the question.

"I'm not sure that I understand what you mean, Mr. Mikaelson."

If possible, the noise level fell even more as every head at the table swiveled to look at her.

"Can't you take a joke?"

"Well, I'm sure I can if I understood what you're implying," Caroline said, an innocent look plastered onto her face. "Could you please explain to me what you meant? I don't get it."

In her peripheral vision, she saw Kol's lips twitch. Klaus squeezed her hand under the table, though he wasn't quite sure if it was for her comfort or his.

"I was just saying that for a pretty girl like you to live with him, he'd have to be paying good money. I was just teasing."

"I still don't understand what part of it was the punchline. Sorry, I think I'm missing it. Could you explain it to me?" she asked, her voice growing cold.

Mikael opened his mouth and shut it again, apparently not quite sure how to proceed. "I was just saying that he clearly lucked out with you."

"How so?"

"Because you're willing to put up with him."

Rebekah's eyes were growing wide, and Elijah's were darting between Mikael and Caroline as though watching an incredibly interesting tennis match. Klaus simply looked at the ceiling, trying to keep calm.

"I haven't found any downsides so far," she said, shooting a smile at Klaus, who didn't return it beyond a small, nervous twitch of his lips. "And either way, I think that me accepting money to be in a relationship with him would reflect more on me than it would on him."

Mikael didn't seem to know how to respond to that.

After a few moments of silence, Elijah jumped in. "Henrik, I don't know if you heard earlier, but Caroline is going to medical school in California for psychiatry."

Henrik's head snapped up from his peas immediately. "Really?"

Klaus gave his brother a mental pat on the back for that intervention. They'd be able to talk about that for hours if necessary.

"That's so cool! This is going to sound really weird, but I love that kind of stuff. Brai–"

"No brain talk at the table, Henrik, please. I haven't finished my food yet," Esther reprimanded.

"Sorry," Henrik apologized, not sounding particularly sorry at all and still bouncing in his dining chair.

"You're going to be a psychiatrist?" Mikael repeated.

"Yes."

"Well, that sounds useful."

Caroline frowned, and Klaus had a bad feeling creeping up on her about where the conversation was going. "I don't think I follow."

Mikael seemed to know better than to fall into her please-explain-your-not-so-thinly-veiled-insult-to-me trap again, and simply shrugged. "It's an interesting field, and it pays well."

"It depends on where you practice," she said slowly, clearly trying to figure out the direction he was going to take this.

"Well, if you two plan on being together for the long term, which I assume is the case since Niklaus requested a dinner to meet you right before you move across the country, it will be good to have at least one steady source of income to support your family."

Absolute silence clogged the room, and Caroline squeezed Klaus's hand softly, and he knw that she was trying not to flip out, and now understood exactly why Klaus hadn't wanted to come. Mikael seemed completely focused on using the entire time she was present to insult and belittle Klaus, knowing that he could retaliate without looking rude to her. Klaus saw her eye twitch.

"Mr. Mikaelson, your son has just graduated from Cornell after double-majoring in Aeronautical Engineering and Nuclear Engineering. He's about to intern at NASA. He has many, many career options. While I truly appreciate your concern about our quality of life, it is unwarranted."

He heard a slow clap coming from the direction of Rebekah, Kol, and Henrik, but all of them had their arms under the table, so it was impossible to tell who was doing it. Caroline shot a brilliant smile at Mikael and turned to Henrik. "Could you pass the green beans? They're delicious by the way, Mrs. Mikaelson, I could eat them every day for the rest of my life."

His mother gave her a giant smile and Henrik happily handed her the dish of green beans while Mikael scowled darkly at them from the other side of the table. Klaus couldn't quite believe it. In one night Caroline had managed what no one before her had - she had successfully shut down Mikael's insults against him and had got the rest of his family wrapped around her little finger.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you liked them :)
Still taking drabble requests on tumblr, though I now have ~20 to get through, so it'll be awhile...
Hugs!
-Angie