The Devil On My Shoulder

Prompt: A, B, and C go out for a night of fun. B has the biggest crush on A but doesn’t have the guts to admit it. Someone starts hitting on A and A is obviously uncomfortable. C tries to convince B to go and pretend to be their boyfriend/girlfriend but B is too nervous, so C goes and saves A from the creepy flirt and B is uncharacteristically grumpy for the rest of the night.

A/N: Thank you to @purestheartslove for her help being my beta.

“You are such a wuss,” Katherine hissed, shooting Klaus a withering glance as she sipped her Corona.

“Piss off,” Klaus snarled, the sullen expression setting even deeper into his handsome features.

“I’m being nice, there are much more explicit words I could use to describe what a coward you are. One of them being another word for cat,”

“Remind me why it is that I tolerate you, Katerina?” Klaus said, turning to glare at her.

“Pssh, please. If it’s anyone tolerating anyone in this relationship: it’s me. Especially when you’re like this.” Katherine answered

“And how would that be?”

“Lovesick and pathetic,” she shot back at him.

Klaus just lets out a growl in response and turned his attention back to the blonde on the other side of the bar, that he’d previously been focused on.

They both watched as Caroline tossed, her perfect head of soft curls to the side and sighed exasperatedly as the guy who’d been hitting on her for the past fifteen minutes, continued rambling on about himself, quite obviously oblivious to her disdain.

“Oh come on!?” Katherine exclaimed. “That creepy guy has been hitting on her for ages now and she’s obviously not interested. Now’s your chance Mikaelson. Swoop in there and play the hero.”

“And do what exactly?” Klaus snapped.

“Uh, I don’t know? Muscle in there and pretend to be her boyfriend or something.” she shrugged.

“I doubt Caroline will appreciate me ‘muscling in’. The point is I’m not her boyfriend, what makes you think that two men making unwanted advances are any better than one?”

“The point is, Mikaelson, is that you want to be her boyfriend. So act like it, go over there and show her that you’re boyfriend material.” Katherine insisted.

“Since when are you so invested in my love life?” Klaus grumbled, taking a swig of beer.

“Since it became less amusing and just downright depressing, to watch you brooding over Forbes. I mean seriously, it’s been over a month, you take a class together over at Whitmore. Just grab your balls and go for it already.”

“It’s easier said than done.” Klaus bristled. “You wouldn’t understand, my feelings for Caroline are far too complex for me to solicit her attention in a crowded, sweaty nightclub-  wait, where are you going?”

“If you won’t, I will,” Katherine yelled over her shoulder.

“What does that mean!? Katherine? Katerina?!”

Katherine strutted confidently through the crowd of people in the bar area, toward where Caroline and the creepy guy stood. Her ensemble of a red bandage dress and eight inch, black stiletto pumps, earning her interested looks from many of the people she went past; all of whom she ignored. She came to a stop, right in between Caroline and the guy, effectively blocking her from his view.

“Uh, excuse me!?” he started to say. “We were trying to-”

“-Yeah, yeah. Listen up ass hole, you see her face? Do you? That means she’s not interested. Never was, probably never will be. So why don’t you take your slimy, dollar store ass and go and bother someone else.”

At first, the man looked taken aback, clearly lost for words. He opened his mouth and looked as if he were about to say something but the deadly look Katherine shot him, stopped him in his tracks. He turned and left without uttering another word, his tail firmly between his legs.

Katherine spun around and beamed at Caroline.

“He won’t be bothering you again. You’re welcome,”

“Um… thank you?” Caroline stuttered out, still visibly shocked by Katherine’s arrival.

“Katherine Pierce,” Katherine said sticking out a manicured hand in Caroline’s direction.

“Caroline,” she replied shaking it,

“You feel like dancing Caroline?” Katherine asked.

“Oh! Uh, I’m… uh, I’m not…” Caroline gestured.

Katherine rolled her eyes impatiently and grabbed Caroline’s wrist.

“Relax cupcake, I’m asking you to dance, not marry me,” she scoffed dragging her in the direction of the dance floor.


Katherine smirked, noting the pout on Klaus’ face, as he sat propped up at the bar nursing his third bottle of beer for the night. As fun as it was torturing Klaus, all this beating around the bush was beginning to irritate her. Time to get to the bottom of things.

“See that guy over there?” Katherine called out to Caroline as they gyrated to Britney’s latest single. “Don’t be too obvious.”

Caroline looked up discreetly over to where Katherine was referring.

“The one that’s glaring at you?” Caroline asked.

“Mhmm, yeah that one,” Katherine said dryly. “Girl to girl, would you date that?”

Caroline looked down and blushed slightly.

“He’s in my art history class, why do you know him?”

Katherine arched her perfectly, plucked eyebrow interestedly.

“That’s not answering the question. In fact, that’s answering the question with another question,”

Caroline smiled despite herself and refused to meet Katherine’s gaze.

“I’ve seen him around, we even share notes occasionally… He’s attractive I guess, I mean objectively.”

Katherine wrinkled her nose.

“Ugh, the two of you are so eighth grade. Look do me a favour, if you do like him; could you go ahead and put him out of his misery?”

Caroline frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Katherine smiled knowingly. “Let’s just say I have it on good authority that he’s more than a little bit interested in you Blondie.”

Caroline bit her lip and looked over at Klaus look through her lashes. By chance, their eyes met and Klaus pout formed into one of his trademark dimpled smirks.

Ah yes, Katherine thought, there’s the lady killer I know and loathe.

“Go get him, tiger,” Katherine said, shocking Caroline as she smacked her on the ass and winked. “Don’t worry about me I’m just warming up this crowd.”

Katherine felt a smug feeling creep up on her as Caroline, confidently teetered over in her shiny gold heels to where Klaus sat in anticipation.

Katherine smirked

He owed her for this.

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