ANGIEEEE REMEMBER MY DRABBLE! No boner klaus, talk about feelings, or whatever you want to write about! You are the best, thank you.
Happy birthday Mina!! This verges on crack and there’s no smut, but I hope you like it anyway ;)
“Leaving before I woke up. Real classy.”
Klaus looked up from his phone at the vaguely familiar voice to see the witch he’d bedded the night before standing in his living room. She was quite pretty and had a lovely arse, but all in all wasn’t all that memorable. How had she gotten in? One night stands could be clingy, of course, but he wondered if his security was lacking. He realized that she was talking.
“--that I meant nothing to you?”
“Precisely, love. You meant nothing to me,” he confirmed boredly, giving the facade of disinterest and turning back to his phone while still paying attention just in case she tried something. Witches were notoriously petty after all, and she seemed to be nursing a bruised ego.
“How can you be so apathetic? Have you never cared about anyone in your life?”
Visions of long blonde hair and bright blue eyes flashed across his mind, and he scoffed.
“I think that’s a bit harsh from a one-night-stand who overestimates her value.”
He was faintly surprised when she began to chant what he recognized as a common infatuation enchantment, but compulsion of any kind didn’t affect him, and he decided to let her drain herself so there would be less of a fight when he had someone throw her out. He realized that he’d made an error in his calculations when he felt an odd cold creep through his upper thighs and cock, as though someone had held ice underneath the skin.
“What did you do?” he hissed, looking up at her smug face.
“You’ll find out,” she said with a smirk.
He growled, standing and snapping her neck in one easy movement, hoping her death would stop the enchantment. The prickling feeling on his skin didn’t linger and he smirked, waving for a hybrid to come clean up the body before sinking down onto the couch and resuming his previous activities.
He scrolled through instagram, smiling slightly when he saw a beautiful selfie Caroline had taken the day before, the sun hitting her face in a way that gave him the urge to sketch her. Resisting the urge to hit the like button under her caption (Couldn’t resist lol #shamelessselfie #summersun #nofilter), he instead pulled out his sketchbook, glancing at the phone for reference before closing the application and beginning to draw the line of her cheek.
He realized there was something wrong when he shut the door to his bedroom after finishing the sketch, closing his eyes and picturing Caroline with her head thrown back as he nipped her inner thighs, teasing her, always stopping short of her dripping center. Her eyes were half-lidded, her nipples pebbled, tempting him to tease them with his tongue...
His cock didn’t even twitch. He frowned. That image had never failed to turn him on, the fantasy of her soft whimpers as he touched her always made him hard. He touched himself. Nothing. He knew he was turned on, could feel the racing of his pulse, the slight quickening of his breath, but he couldn’t seem to get his cock to harden. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened. The witch had cast a spell to keep him from getting an erection...
He growled, pulling his jeans back up and storming to the library where they kept the grimoires, pulling ones off the shelf that he knew might have something to do with the witch’s spell and reading through them, looking for an incantation similar to an infatuation spell.
Now that it had been activated, he could feel the unsettling prickle underneath his skin.
He found his answer after three hours of flipping through the books and resisted the urge to throw the grimoire against the wall, knowing that he might need it later. Still, the solution the book had to break the spell made fear and insecurity well up within him, the idea of confessing his...feelings to her somehow overwhelming.
Yes, he’d told her how he felt before, but never in a way that wasn’t littered with romantic promises and pretty compliments. It had always been playful teasing as he watched her small smiles and rolls of her eyes, but he’d never been truly honest with her, had never given her a genuine opening to shut him down completely.
He wasn’t sure if he could take seeing her tell him that she truly didn’t want him, that it had all been fun and flattering games but she could never love him. A little voice in the back of his mind insisted that that would be exactly what would happen. He’d go to Virginia and open up, and she’d laugh in his face. He poured himself a glass of bourbon, wryly thinking that whiskey dick had never been a problem for him, but there was certainly no downside now.
He wasn’t sure whether he could take it, but he knew that with vampire sex drive and his tendency to murder entire towns when miffed, if Caroline wasn’t open to his affections now, she certainly wouldn’t be once he’d murdered the entire population of Louisiana because he couldn’t get it up.
He polished off his third bottle by two in the morning, and when he collapsed in bed he’d decided that he’d take a flight up to Richmond the next morning.
As he’d expected, his welcome was not warm.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, stuffing her textbook into her backpack. “You were supposed to leave me alone after our... our thing in the woods.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, I’d rather not be here either,” he said before inwardly wincing at the hurt that flashed across her face and about to tell her that’s not what he meant when she spoke, her tone clipped and more than a little irritated.
“Why are you here then?”
“I’m under a spell.”
“Do you need me to call Bonnie?”
Her voice was cold, as though she thought he’d come all the way to Mystic Falls just to ask her where to find her friend, and he’d never wanted to murder them more (which was saying something).
“No. I need you,” he said quietly, and she met his eyes warily. “I need...I’ve been cursed.”
“Okay,” Caroline said slowly. “With what?”
There was no good way to say what the effects were. “I am unable to obtain an erection.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes,” he said.
“What, and you think I’m going to help you... jump-start your boner, or something?”
“In a way, I suppose.”
“I’m not your booty-call.”
“My what?”
She stared at him for a second before rolling her eyes and huffing, the familiar movement making him have to fight down a smile. “Your booty-call. You know, like, sex on-call?”
“Quite the opposite, actually.” She raised an eyebrow, and he sighed. “There’s a way to break the curse, you see.”
“Okay. Can you get to the point? I have psych in like, half an hour,” she checked the clock. “Twenty minutes. You’re stalling.”
“I must confess my...feelings to the object of my affections,” he said, holding her gaze seriously. He felt incredibly uncomfortable now that he’d opened up for her to shut him down, but her eyes widened, and she looked more surprised than like she was going to tell him that she didn’t feel the same way.
“Oh,” Caroline squeaked after a few seconds of silence, and he realized that she’d been just as aware that he’d been spouting off meaningless compliments as he had.
Perhaps she’d thought that he wasn’t completely serious? That when he’d pleasured her in the forest for hours hoping to ruin her for anyone else he had only thought of her as a challenge? Had she thought he was done with her? Been so hostile because she thought he’d been using her? That he didn’t have genuine feelings for her?
Well, to be honest, even he wasn’t completely sure what he felt for her. It was more than lust, but love seemed like too strong a word. Affection, perhaps? Attachment? He certainly wanted her, had pretended he’d convinced himself that it was inevitable for her to choose him. He’d constructed elaborate plans for how to make sure she never left, had visions of taking her around the world and showing her all his favorite places. He wanted to see her smile when she tasted what actual mexican food was like, wanted to watch her admire every tourist trap in Rome that she’d seen on television.
They stood in silence for a few more seconds as he considered his words before he looked her squarely in the eyes. “I care for you,” he said bluntly, hoping the feeling of the magic all over him would disappear, but it didn’t. Caroline raised her eyebrows, clearly about as impressed with the quality of his confession as the spell was. “I think you’re brilliant and kind and beautiful. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
It was true, but the spell didn’t let up, and he almost smiled at Caroline’s huff of annoyance. “You’re like a thousand year old Hallmark movie. ‘I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you’? Seriously?”
“I don’t want to care about you,” he said quietly, and he felt just a bit of the spell lift, as though it knew he was on the right track. He wondered for a moment if not being able to have sex was as excruciating as admitting his deepest insecurities would be. Was it really worth it?
Caroline was still staring at him, though she looked more offended than annoyed, and he knew that this was not going well, but pressed on anyway. “I haven’t felt this way about someone in quite awhile. I haven’t let myself. Then you walked into that gymnasium and I saw the horror in your eyes when you saw what I was doing to the mutt--”
“He’s not a mutt and if this is your confession I’m not sure I want to stick around for it.”
“And I realized that it wasn’t fear of him it was fear for him. Your loyalty and compassion overruled what should have been a very natural fear of a vampire’s only predator. I wanted it. I wanted you. I had Tyler bite you hoping to eliminate the threat. I knew how dangerous my interest was, but I couldn’t let you die that day. The more time I spent with you the worse it got. You’re addictive and brilliant and beautiful and I’ve never wanted so desperately for someone to choose me, and I loathe it.”
Now that he’d started he somehow couldn’t stop, and he wasn’t sure whether it was the spell pulling the truths from his lips or the way she was looking at him, as though she suddenly understood where he was going with his impromptu speech. “I loathe that you have so much control over me. It’s terrifying that you hold my heart in your hands, that you seem to have no inkling of how much power you have...but even more concerning is that I’ve allowed it. I’ve never been unable to forget anyone like this, never been unable to let go, and I can’t let you go, Caroline. I’ve tried, and I can’t.”
She was watching him as he spoke, her head tilted slightly to the side as she listened to him confess things he never thought he’d say out loud, never wanted to say out loud, her face unreadable. After a beat she seemed to realize he was done, and she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, laying her cheek on his shoulder, and he could feel the brush of her eyelashes against his neck when she closed her eyes. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, not quite sure how to respond, not quite sure what this response meant from her, and just as he was getting comfortable, she pulled back, standing on her toes a soft kiss to his lips. “Thanks,” she said quietly, and he wasn’t sure what that meant either. “For sharing, I mean,” she said before wincing at his expression and letting out a sharp breath. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, I know that was a lot of trust for you, weird anti-boner spell or not. So thanks. You know, for trusting me.”
“You’re welcome,” he said quietly, and they stared at each other, his hand drifting down to her waist. It was almost too much, the mixed emotions on her face and the aftermath of that embarrassingly open one-sided confession, and he cleared his throat. “You have class,” he muttered, pulling back, and she snorted.
“You really think I’m leaving you alone after that for class? First of all, it’s psychopathology, and I’m perfectly fine having a hands-on lesson instead of a lecture.”
“I’m not a psychopath, and I believe that’s an area of study devoted to many mental disorders rather than just the one.”
“See? Already learning things,” she said teasingly. “Plus you haven’t even listened to my confession yet.”
“Your confession?” he asked, his lips twitching. “And what’s that, love?”
“I also care about you,” she said bluntly. “And I’m scared too. You’re really old and kind of murderey, which generally isn’t what I go for in guys, you know? I’m worried that someday you’re going to get tired of me and move on to the next girl, or that I’ll get so comfortable with you doing terrible things that I’ll start making excuses for them. I don’t want to lose myself, and I feel like I could if I was with you. I want to try anyway, though. I really, really do. I’ve just been scared to call you because I was worried you just thought I was a challenge and that once we had sex you would laugh in my face if I ever called you again.”
“Caroline, you have to have known--”
“But I didn’t, because I’m just as much of an insecure wimp as you are, so if you could just tone down the freaking out and remember that I’m just as freaked out, it might work out better. Okay?”
He grinned. “What might work better?”
“Us, obviously,” she said.
“And I thought you were just saying you were insecure.”
“I’m insecure, not deaf,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “How about we watch a movie and do dinner, and if you play your cards right I might be willing to help you test if that spell broke first hand.”
They did not make it through the movie, and the spell was, indeed, broken.
