i changed klaus' lines a bit because it fit better this way

thetourguidebarbie  asked:

For the three sentence drabble (or more, if you feel like it 😉): Caroline is unimpressed with Klaus's choice of formalwear. AU/AH.

World gone crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.



On her way out of their apartment Caroline pulled back holding onto the door frame, “Klaus?” she asked looking uncomfortable when he looked up.

“Yes, love?” he asked dropping the brush in his hand giving her his full attention as he wiped his hands on a towel he kept nearby.

She scrunched her nose as she walked back into his at home studio, “Tell me that’s not what you’re wearing to the police benefit?” she inquired.

Klaus didn’t seem to expect that question would make her seem so nervous, “I was thinking of changing my shirt,” he responds tonelessly knowing this evening was a big deal to her.

“And jeans?” she squeaks trying to keep her cool but he reads her perfectly as he progresses towards her.

“Caroline, I’m not going to be part of the auction,” he reasons with her because he wasn’t a bachelor and that is what a bachelor auction entailed.

“Yeah, because you’d get little to nothing,” Caroline mumbles looking away from him so he wouldn’t hear her.

“What was that?” Klaus asked hearing one or two words of her speech watching her face color as she moved backwards.

“Nothing,” she replied as he caught her by the waist pulling her back to him so she couldn’t escape as his free hand tickled her side.

“You think I would let the charity down in this?” he asked her, his lips gliding across her neck up to her cheek as he spoke.

Caroline squirmed as she held onto his shirt thankful he had stopped tickling her, “There is some paint splattered there,” she murmurs as she kisses his shoulder.

“That’s because someone started a paint war she couldn’t finish,” Klaus reminds her with a wry grin as he met her eyes.

“I don’t lose.” Caroline responds straight after pulling from his grasp to pace before stopping to look back at him, “Look nevermind. I’ll be with the planning committee until an hour before and come to get you then please be wearing something else by then.”

Klaus laughs, “Maybe I’ll go naked,” he says loving the fire that heats her eyes as she purses her lips together in thought.

“You’ll win,” she mutters, “But I’ll be getting a personal tour of the county jail.” she says trying not to let the flicker of possessiveness she feels over him should anyone but her look at him in that state.

“It’s been a few years since you sobered up in one of those,” he teases earning a mock glare from his girlfriend of five years.

“Shush. That didn’t go on my record,” she says proudly as she turns on her heel ready to march out of the room.

“Because you’re the Sheriff’s daughter,” he adds with a hand by his mouth amplifying his speech as she walks away.

“Just be ready!” the blonde calls behind her, “I love you,” she adds before shutting the front door behind her hearing him say it too.

At three Klaus was nearly finished with his commissioned piece when he decided to clean up and shower knowing it would take some time.

He dropped his sweater and jeans in the hamper switching on the shower as he finished undressing waiting for the water to warm before he stepped inside. He let the shampoo set as he scrubbed the bar of soap over his body before rinsing and stepping out of the shower. He knew Caroline preferred him with a bit of a shadow so he didn’t shave but he did trim away stray hairs.

He stepped out of the bathroom without his towel preferring to air dry as he walked to his side of  their shared closet. He let out a drawn breath as he went to the tight corner where he kept his nicer attire from the years he’d wasted as a lawyer before he pursued his real dream of painting. Klaus chose a gray suit and white pressed shirt and started to walk out of the room when he spotted the waistcoat that matched.

Minutes later he cursed this decision, “Damn buttons,” he muttered, it wasn’t that the suit hadn’t fit, Klaus prided himself that it still did if not more snugly.

It was that he was so restricted, he gave a hard thought about reaching for a pair of jeans but knew both Caroline and Elijah would no doubt loathe the idea. Not that a suit jacket and jeans was so bad but Caroline would say that he might as well have gone all the way. Elijah, that gave him a thought.

Reaching for his phone he dialed his brother, “Elijah,” he said once the line connected defeated as he pressed the speaker button.

“Niklaus,” his brother paused, “Where are you calling from?” he asked as Klaus heard some shuffling in the background and realized his brother was walking.

“Working from home today, I need your…help.” he bit out nearly choking on the last word but needing to prove to Caroline that he could change his look if he wanted.

“Are you trapped?” Elijah asks confused causing Klaus to roll his eyes as he replied to his older brother.

“In a three piece suit. Yes,” he clamored as he struggled to get out of the snug jacket he’d fit himself into, was he really so egotistical when he had these made?

Klaus heard his brother choke, the bastard he thought as Elijah spoke, “Did I hear you correctly?” he asked him amusement evident in his tone.

“Are you coming or not?” he asked his older brother growing increasingly annoyed as he finally released himself from the fitted suit.

“Let me get my mobile steamer.” Elijah said failing horribly as sounding normal because Klaus could clearly point out how much the older man was enjoying himself.

“And the tie spinner,” he reminds him ruefully knowing all of his were dated and he didn’t have the exact color he knew Caroline would be wearing.

“Dreams do come true,” Elijah nearly sang as Klaus hung up on him to fix his hair into a side part as he waited for his brother to come over.

An hour and a half later after the men had found a better fitting suit and fought over which tie was a shade bluer than Klaus needed at the time.

Klaus was standing in front of Caroline’s full length mirror as Elijah used a roller on the imaginary dust fibers when he heard his brother say, “I think you’re ready.” he said.

He was checking his collar one more time when he heard the front door open and saw Elijah out of the corner of his eye plucking something from the case he’d brought with him, “Not the handkerchief.” he warned.

Elijah’s face fell in the reflection of the mirror, “I suppose,” he said looking far more put out than a grown man ought to about a piece of cloth.

“Klaus?” Caroline’s voice sang as she looked for him around the apartment drawing closer to the bedroom as he turned around.

“In here,” he led her in with his voice as he saw Elijah gathering up his things and the dastardly steamer that had burned his arm.

“I’m leaving,” Elijah said kissing Caroline on the cheek in greeting before he let himself out of their apartment leaving the couple alone.

“Caroline,” he said with a smile as she took in his appearance with a stunned expression that turned into an appreciative one as she moved closer.

“You look…” Caroline couldn’t find the words to explain how perfect her looked, it was so annoying as she hugged him.

He agreed, Caroline had changed while she was working into the blue number that he had seen hidden in the side of her party bag earlier that day. She took his breath away, just standing there looking gleeful and absolutely ravishing. His heart warmed as he heard her sniff his cologne and smile against his shirt carefully so she wouldn’t stain it.

Klaus kissed her enjoying her silent appraisal, “I take it my attire works for you?” he asked feeling rather triumphant about surprising her with his look.

“I just meant a button up but this, Wow,” Caroline said hoping he knew that she really appreciated the effort he had put into her businesses’ first planned event.

Klaus smiled kissing her temple, “After you,” he suggested gesturing with his hand knowing the afternoon with Elijah had been worth it to have that look on her face.

Caroline shook her head, “No, no after you,” she insisted holding an arm over her stomach as she mirrored his gesture asking for him to lead.

Klaus smirked taking a step in front of her as they walked into the hall his head turning to look back at her, “Are you going to look at my backside?” he teased catching her in the act.

Caroline nodded without shame, “Yes, I am.” she replied with her eyes firmly glued to the tailored trousers he wore.

“Caroline,” he says making her lift her head, “I don’t know if I like my girlfriend objectifying me?” he says wiggling his brows.

She scoffs walking in front of him, “Please…You’ll live,” she says as she notices him looking her over as well before following quickly after her.

hissaviourqueen-deactivated2016  asked:

Little sisters best friends for the growing up day? Can't remember which day it is tho😬

Oh, Shauna, I have HAD SO MUCH JOY READING ALL YOUR DRABBLES THIS WEEK!!!!! EEEE, I mean, I love them all the time, but extra this week because I have the time to sit down and actually read them. I hope you enjoy this! There will be another two or three parts, I think, (because I love the growing up trope, but I was like so stuck on what to write so thank you for the prompt!!!). 

Without further ado, or more ramblings from me, a day 15 drabble for y’all. 

When Klaus had been ten-years-old, his family had moved from their large family estate in country England to an even larger estate in country Virginia.

It was only their second day at their new school that Klaus’ six-year-old sister, Rebekah, excitedly came home clinging to the hand of her new ‘best friend’.

“HI! I’m Caroline! My mommy’s a police officer!” had been the first thing the little blonde girl had said to Klaus.

Klaus had grunted at her in response, saying nothing, but Caroline had not noticed, because at that moment, Kol had charged up to her and introduced himself as the ‘fun’ brother. Caroline had giggled and scampered off with Kol to find Rebekah.

The two girls had giggled and screamed as Kol delightedly chased them around the house in his pirate costume.

Both fifteen-year-old Finn and thirteen-year-old Elijah had smiled good-naturedly; glad his siblings were fitting in easily.

But not Klaus; he had just been annoyed.

Caroline was just as bad as his sister; loud, bossy, boisterous, excitable, talkative, but he didn’t have to tolerate to Caroline the way he did with Rebekah.

The girls would spend hours everyday after school shrieking and playing their little girl games, and all Klaus wanted to do was draw in peace.


When Klaus had been eleven, Caroline had spent the entire summer holidays at the Mikaelson’s house, oscillating between playing princess and dress up games with Rebekah, pirates with Kol, and tea parties with Elijah and Finn – who begrudgingly participated because – no one could say no to the ultimate guilt-trip-combo of Rebekah and Caroline.

No one. Except Klaus. Who just ignored them whenever they tried to get him to play.

He always felt the slightest twinge of guilt as he saw the girls’ heartbroken eyes whenever he banished them from his space, but it didn’t sting enough to make him change his behaviour.


At twelve, Klaus had to endure eight-year-old Caroline and Rebekah as they practiced endlessly for their school’s end of year play, where the two girls were to depict Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

They practised for hours on end, trying to get their characters just perfect and hijacking any and every one of Rebekah’s siblings to speak the parts of the Walrus and the Carpenter.

When the opening night came, all the Mikaelsons attended, and, as the girls came out for their bows at the end, no one was cheered louder.

While Klaus hadn’t enjoyed their endless rehearsals, and he was sure he knew their lines better than they did, he was secretly happy to watch his little sister and her best friend with so much joy on their little faces.


On Klaus’ thirteenth birthday, he was slightly put out when Rebekah came home without Caroline.

Caroline had become so constant in their household that it felt odd to not have her around, even if she was annoying as all hell, and twice as loud as Rebekah and Kol put together.

“Where’s your other half, squirt,” Klaus asked Rebekah, ruffling her hair.

“Caroline went to her house tonight, because it’s your birthday,” Rebekah replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she thought you might like some peace and quiet. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted, even if her mum’s not going to be home for a long time. She knows you don’t like her being around all the time.”

With that, Rebekah scuttled off to her bedroom to get changed out of her school clothes.

Klaus never considered Caroline going home to an empty house, but as he thought about it, he guessed she must.


When Klaus was fourteen, Caroline didn’t come over nearly as much, as she and Rebekah had started doing all sorts of afterschool programs, like junior cheerleading, choir, and soccer, amongst other things. The girls had even become the founding members of the Mystic Falls Beautification Society.

This didn’t bother Klaus in the slightest, as it meant he could bring over friends – namely girls – and not have to worry about the looks of disgust and snide comments he would otherwise have got from them.

It also meant he could focus on his art without the shrill voices of two over excited ten year olds all the time.

But deep, deep, down, Klaus was a tiny bit lonely without them.


At fifteen, Klaus found out that Mikael wasn’t really his father. It was the last piece of the puzzle which explained why Mikael had always been much more harsh on him than his siblings.

It hurt him knowing that Mikael didn’t love him.

A few days after he learnt the news, he heard a soft tap at his door.

“Go away,” he bit out, gruffly, definitely not in a talking mood, as he had a few stray tears running down his face.

He heard the door open anyway after a moment. He roughly brushed at his eyes, and was met with a nervous looking Caroline.

“Hey, Nik,” she said, softly.

Klaus was sure this was the most subdued he’d ever seen the little girl.

“What do you want, Caroline?” he asked, rudely.

“I just wanted to say,” she took a deep breath before saying in a rush. “I’m sorry about your dad. I know it sucks.”

Klaus, who was hurting beyond belief, got up and walked a little threateningly over to the eleven year old.

“What could you possibly know of my pain? You’re just a kid,” he growled.

To her credit, Caroline stood her ground, even if she was more than a foot shorter than him.

“You’re just a kid too,” she said, neutrally, big blue eyes boring into his.

She turned to go, but as her hand was on the door handle she looked back at him and said, “I do get it. My dad left when I was six, Nik. And though he told me he’d come back all the time, he never did.”

With that she was gone, and Klaus was left thinking about how similar they were, even if she was just his kid sister’s best friend.


When Klaus was sixteen, he did not have any time for two rowdy twelve year olds. All he wanted to do was be with his friends, and girlfriend or be left alone with his paints and sketchpad.

But did anyone understand his need to be left to his own devices? No. His mother consistently made him babysit Caroline and Rebekah while she was working, which seriously cramped his style.

While the girls still heavily participated in all the extra curricular activities they had the previous year, they would still spend a fair amount of time needing minding at the mansion.

One evening, Klaus had been sure he locked the door to the living room, but, low and behold, in burst Caroline, right as he was getting passionate on the couch with Tatia.

“Oh!” Caroline said, mouth slightly agape. “I’m sorry, Nik! I…”

The three awkwardly stared around at each other, Caroline looked mortified, Tatia looking a little irked, and Klaus looking furious.

After a few more moments, Tatia shrugged her cardigan back on and disentangled herself from him.

“Look, Klaus,” she said, as she got up from the couch. “I better get going. My parents will be wondering where I am. See you tomorrow.”

As the beautiful brunette left, she left a frustrated Klaus and a terrified Caroline in her wake.  

It was the first day Klaus lost his temper with her.


“I just… I didn’t mean…” Caroline stammered. “I didn’t hear anyone in here… Rebekah and I were playing hide and seek.”

“I don’t care!” he roared. “You charge in and out of the house like you own it. But you don’t! You don’t even live here!”

“I’m sorry,” the little girl mumbled, tears filling her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Caroline turned on her heel and dashed from the room, and all Klaus could hear was continued cries of ‘I’m sorry’.

He had never felt more unkind than he did in that moment.


Caroline hardly spoke to him the entire time he was seventeen.

He tried to engage her in conversation, tried to make her laugh, tried to make up for the tremendous jerk he had been the previous year.

But if there was one thing Caroline was, it was stubborn. And she did not waste her time on people who treated her like she was nothing.

Klaus didn’t know why it upset him so much, that Caroline refused to talk to him. But it did.


When Klaus was eighteen, he thought he could do no wrong. His grades were high, he was on a fast track to get into a top art college the next year, his girlfriend was wonderful, and his friends were too.

But, half way through the year, Tatia dumped him, spectacularly, in front of a large number of people. It left him hurt, broken hearted and alone.

He couldn’t even take solace in the fact that at least his family would be around, as they were all taking a trip to visit Finn for his graduation from college. Klaus had opted out of the trip because he had to study, but now he just wished he’d gone.

His first Friday night as a single man, Klaus was flopped on the couch, so completely lost in his own thoughts that he never heard the door creak open.

“Hey,” a small voice offered.

Klaus whipped around to see the messy blonde head of fourteen-year-old Caroline.

Klaus smiled softly, she was adorable really. She had unruly curls, which she hadn’t quite worked out how to tame yet. She had braces and glasses, and was a little bit spotty. She had arms and legs that were too long for her body, which made her clumsy as all hell.

But it was just… Caroline.

“Wow, she speaks,” he said, sardonically. “I didn’t think you like me anymore.”

Caroline scoffed and rolled her eyes, in a scarily similar way to Rebekah.

“I don’t know why I came here,” she huffed, as she made her way back to the door.

“Caroline,” Klaus called. “What were you after?”

She turned back towards him slowly, a calculating look on her face.

“I heard about what happened with Tatia,” she said, her voice quiet. “And I knew your family was away. And I thought you might like some company. And my mom’s away too… I don’t like being in my house alone.”

Klaus’ broken heart seemed to warm a little, as he looked upon the awkward, but incredibly kind girl in front of him.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” he asked.


They watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, hardly speaking, but sitting in companionable silence, each just happy that they didn’t have to be alone.

“Thanks for checking up on me,” Klaus said, awkwardly as Caroline got up to leave. He wasn’t really sure what the protocol was for hanging with your kid sister’s best friend. “Do you… ah… need a lift home?”

Caroline laughed, and the sound was beautiful to Klaus’ ears for some reason; Caroline’s laugh always seemed more real than other girls.

“Nik, I’ve been walking to and from here to my house since I was six. I think I can manage. Why do you think I’m here so often?” Caroline chuckled again and pulled open the front door. “Hope you feel better. Catchya later.”

Klaus watched her as she padded softly down the driveway, a strange sadness filling him as she left.


Throughout his nineteenth year, Klaus hardly spared Mystic Falls, or his family, a second thought.

His first year in college was amazing, and he met so many incredible new people and learnt so much.

He went home for barely a week over the year. And he wasn’t sad in the slightest.

There was hardly anything in that town that appealed to him.


Just after Klaus turned twenty, it was the beginning of summer holidays, and Rebekah had enlisted him as her designated summer driver. Rebekah would be going on exchange for a whole year and needed to have the perfect vacation with Caroline before she left.

When he rolled into town, and found both Rebekah and Caroline sunbathing on deck chairs in the backyard, Klaus nearly did a double take.

Klaus could hardly believe that they were sixteen; they’d both certainly grown in his absence.  

“Nik!” both girls chorused.

“To the lake!” Caroline called, scooping up her bag, before clambering into his car.

“What?” he said, bemusedly, still slightly shocked that Caroline Forbes no longer had braces and unruly curls.

“The lake, Nik! That’s our first stop!” Rebekah said, exasperatedly. “Come on! The summer isn’t going to wait for us!”

And it didn’t.

The summer went by in a flash of laughter, adventures and the sweet sorrow that comes with looming separation. They travelled all across Virginia chasing their perfect vacation trying to cram in every activity they could think of; from archery to zumba. Every now and then Kol would tag along, but like Rebekah, he was going on exchange that year and spent most of his time with his friends.

Klaus, on the other hand, had been dragged on every leg of the trip. Although, he did enjoy being around the two girls again. It had been too long since he’d got to experience the shenanigans of Rebekah and Caroline who were as excitable at the age of sixteen as they were at the age of six.

The last stop on their summer holiday adventure was the Richmond International Airport, on Rebekah’s last day in the country.

“I’m going to miss you,” Caroline mumbled, a little emotionally, into Rebekah’s neck.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

“Make sure you call,” Caroline demanded.

“I will.”

“And write!”

“I will.”

“And Skype!”

“I will.”

“And FaceTime.”

“I will!”


“Yes, she gets the picture!” Klaus groaned, abruptly cutting Caroline’s list short. “Rebekah, keep in contact with Caroline.”

“I’m surprised you even remember my name,” Caroline fired at him, raising her eyebrows. “You’ve not used it all summer! I’ve just been sweetheart, or love, like some regular after school special.”

“I couldn’t never forget you, Caroline,” Klaus said, a teasing lilt to his voice, but also a note of utter truth.

“Excuse me for thinking you’d become too cool at college for your baby sister’s best friend.”

Klaus chuckled at her, sardonically, his eyes locking with hers.

“Do you really think that low of me?” he asked, a slight cheeky smirk gracing his lips.

But Caroline was saved the task of answering as Rebekah interrupted brashly.

“If you’re done flirting with my best friend, Nik, I’d like your attention back to me. Seeing as I’m the one who is leaving for a year.”

Klaus’ eye contact with Caroline broke, but not before he could throw her another smirk, and a tiny wink. Although, Klaus wasn’t quite sure why he was flirting with Caroline.

It was Caroline

“I’m sorry, Bekah,” he said, enveloping her with his arms. “It’ll certainly be a quiet year without you two running around. Maybe I’ll actually come home more if I can be guaranteed peace.”

“That’d be right,” Rebekah groaned.  

Klaus smiled softly at his sister, before turning to Caroline to ask, “Could you give us a minute?”

“Sure,” she said, scuttling out of earshot.

As Caroline watched the two siblings together, her eyes filled with a few stubborn tears.

She had very little family. And the Mikaelsons, however dysfunctional they were, were pretty much her family.

And now that family was going to be taken from her too, for a whole year. She would be back to only having a workaholic mother, who sometimes stayed at the station for days at a time, and an absentee father who lived in another state.  

Klaus and Rebekah exchanged a few more words before they broke their hug and Caroline tried to get a hold of herself.

“Oh come on, Caroline,” Rebekah complained, noticing the wetness of Caroline’s eyes. “It’s not like I’m never going to see you again.”

“I know,” Caroline said, trying to keep her voice steady. “But I will miss you. And laughing with you. ”

“I know.”

“And I’ll miss hanging with you. Especially when I have to go home to an empty house everyday after school.”

“It won’t be that bad,” Rebekah proposed, kindly. “You can have Elena all to yourself.” Caroline grimaced at Rebekah’s joke. “And you can keep Nik company whenever he’s home.”

“She will not!” Klaus said, teasingly. “I meant what I said about finally having a peaceful year at home!”

Caroline smiled at her friend, but before she could offer any rebuttal to Klaus’ statement or anymore mushy goodbyes, Rebekah’s flight was called, and the Mikaelson girl squealed excitedly, scooped up her bag, and scampered to the gate.

She waved to Caroline and Klaus as she passed through the barrier, but then was out of sight. Caroline fought the tears a little longer, before giving in and letting them fall.

She attempted to stifle her sniffles, not wanting Klaus to notice how emotional she’d become.

As Klaus turned to go, he caught sight of the tears silently falling down Caroline’s face.

“Hey,” he said, softly. “She’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“You’ll be okay too,” he whispered, putting an arm gently around her and giving her a little squeeze. He rested the top of his chin on her head, and they just stood there for a few moments.

Caroline had never been that close to him before, but she would be lying if she said it wasn’t nice. Especially seeing as he usually reserved his tender side only for Rebekah.

And that, more than anything, was what made her feel better.

“Thank you,” she breathed, into his neck.

The ghost of Caroline’s words brushed his soft skin, and he almost shuddered, trying to decipher what he was feeling.

“No problem, sweetheart,” he whispered, as he began walking back to his car, arm still around her shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”  

I’m not 100% sure if it’s that great, and I’m sorry if not… but I had fun writing it I guess. :) HAVE HAPPY DAYS MY PRETTIES!!

kathern  asked:

I'm so sorry to hear that you aren't feeling well. Hope you get better soon! - Prompt: Klaus is a chef and Caroline is his sous chef or a waitress (you pick!) who doesn't put up with his Gordan Ramsay behavior. He loves that, of course, because everyone else is too scared to stand up to him.

Food (and) Fights

She looks away from him as she lifts the fork to her mouth. It smells amazing, her mouth is watering, and she already knows that it’s going to be hard to act neutral, to resist the urge to slouch down and make obscene noises of enjoyment (that are probably inappropriate for the kitchen) once she’s tasted the bit of food. To restrain the urge to immediately dive back in for another.

Klaus Mikaelson might be an arrogant douche (most of the time), but his food is heavenly. And he knows it.

The beef practically melts on her tongue, the sauce rich and pleasantly spicy. Her eyes close, just for a second, as she savors it.

Ugh, so much for playing it cool.

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