klaroline things


#klaus the caroline stan: #always dreaming up AUs


c: I am not yours to do with as you will. 

k: How right you are. You are not mine. 

I am yours.


Can I offer you some champagne?
Can’t. Too many adult prying eyes. Don’t wanna be a cautionary tale at the next town meeting.

The Vampire Diaries Series Finale

The Vampire Diaries is ending tonight and it’s bittersweet. I can remember watching the pilot episode back in 2009 and becoming fascinated with these incredibly complex characters originating from LJ Smith’s arguably best work. From those first few scenes I knew I would be hooked.

It was the first show that I fell in love with. It was the first show that had me searching for all possible spoilers and theories about what would happen in future episodes. It was the first show that after every episode had me anxiously waiting days on end for the next episode or god forbid season. It was the first show where it felt so effortless to enjoy.

It had an amazing run throughout its first three seasons and that’s how I wish I could remember the show. The show with plot twists, darkness, twisted morality, epic storylines, an amazing soundtrack, and enthralling villains. I adored that show.  

I don’t really want to get into how the show turned into something I eventually had to give up on. But to ignore that part would be a lie. It’s no secret that due to range of different reasons the show started shifting into something that wasn’t as captivating to me as it once was. It is what it is.

Regardless, there are some shows that impact your life even past its end and I know The Vampire Diaries is going to be one of those shows. Even if tonight’s episode doesn’t turn out the way I envisioned or hoped it would doesn’t change the fact that The Vampire Diaries will always be a salvation of some kind to me.

To the fandom (Stelena, Klaroline and Bamon fans in particular) thank you so much. I know it’s been crazy for these past eight seasons and so much awful crap has happened but your perseverance, creativity and undying hope for the show has always kept me interested. I pray we get an ending worthy of our passion.  

Thank you to Paul Wesley, Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder, Kat Graham, Candice King, Michael Trevino, Zach Roerig, Steven R. McQueen, Matt Davis, Joseph Morgan, Michael Malarkey, Sara Canning, Kayla Ewell and all other actors and actresses involved for bringing some of my favourite characters to life. Thank you to Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec (even through the many disagreements) and the crew for creating and developing this beautifully compelling show.

“When it’s real, you can’t walk away.”


one day, in a year or even in a century.

Friendly reminder that Klaus’ letter was preceded by “that is the beginning of another story”, which is meant to highlight key components in the letter, such as Klaus wanting to thank Caroline in person. This suggests that they do eventually meet up, and that their meeting is not a mere fleeting chapter in their lives.

This isn’t a nod to their friendship. They’ve never been just friends. This is a promise of a romantic future. 

There is no doubt in my mind that if Caroline and Klaus were to ever reunite (and according to the finale they do) that Klaus would want something romantic from her. And if you believe otherwise, you’re kidding yourself. 

However long it takes is a throwback to a romantic scene. A romantic scene that suggests a promise of a romantic future between the characters. This isn’t mere banter between friends. Because Caroline has never been just a friend to Klaus. It’s a promise of a romantic future. 

“that is the beginning of another story”
“however long it takes” 

Eventually this story will be realized. And it isn’t a story about friendship. 

reading vs. public transport

OTP: in the middle of their first kiss, it’s getting kind of hot&heavy -

me: feels compelled to stand up and offer my seat to an old lady, reads while fighting for balance with nothing to hold on to

OTP: about to have sex for the first time

me: needs to get off the bus and get to work

OTP: about to say ILY for the first time

me: needs to get off the bus again and go grocery shopping

OTP: about to -




He does meet her in person one day.

It’s been decades, not that their faces show it. But there’s contentment in her eyes, a sense of purpose, the light that he admired for the first time all those years ago still there, still shining. Once he’d thought that it would dull with time, sharpen into something vicious if she truly embraced her inner monster.

Klaus finds he’s actually quite pleased to be proven wrong.

Not that she is still the same girl though, the girl who would let others take and take and take from her until she had no more tears to give them. No, this Caroline standing on his doorstep has a spine of steel and will not bend for anyone so unworthy.

“Are you going to stare at me or invite me in?”

Klaus smirks (the same arrogant smirk), she smiles (that same radiant smile), and he steps back to allow her through. The compound is quiet that night, his family left to their own pursuits, some very far away indeed. He’s absurdly grateful for that at the moment.

“What brings you to New Orleans, love?” he asks casually, too casually for the way his mind races with possibilities. But he’s never been one to lose his upper hand, though she might be the rare exception.

“I received the cheque you sent last month.”

“I’ve donated generously to your school for years Caroline, I don’t recall this being the standard thank-you protocol.” Anyone else and it might be a rebuke but there’s a twinkle in his eye and he’s all mirth. He’d never sent the money as a bribe to bring her here, even if he had allowed himself to hope that this might one day happen.

Looks like one day had arrived.

Caroline matches his casualness, admiring the art on the walls, looking over the decorating with a critical eye, though she’s unable to fully hide her admiration. “You’re our biggest benefactor. Thought it was time to say thank you in person.”

Klaus raises an eyebrow and strolls closer, clasping his hands behind his back because it’s all he can do not to reach for her waist and pull her close, see if the taste of her matches his memory. Instead he stops a hair’s breadth away from her back, letting his breath wash over the shell of her ear. “If I remember correctly sweetheart, I was the one who promised to thank you.

Caroline turns, and for the first time one of them breaks. Her breath stutters from how close he is and in a moment she’s seventeen again and they’re standing on a field before he says goodbye.

But that was then and this is now, and Caroline does not intend to say goodbye to him tonight.

There’s no point in playing with pretense, they’ve had decades of coy flirtations through handwritten notes, the barest of communications still managing to covey a wealth of possibilities for a future that would only come if one of them took the first step. Klaus had promised her that she would be the one on his doorstep and it’s nearly been a century since that dance…Caroline finds she’s actually quite willing to compromise her pride, just a little, if it means they can finally see if long-ago promises are capable of becoming something real.

“I had to come here,” Caroline explains, and she lets the neutral façade slip and forces herself to look him in the eye with the bravery he’s always admired in her. “You kept your promise to never come back.”

“I regretted making that promise several times.”

“But I’m glad you did. Things happened…maybe they had to happen the way they did.”

Klaus very much disagrees, but she’s here now and that’s what matters in the end. But now they were inches apart and the possibility of a beautiful future is right there in front of them – only neither knows what to do with it.

“What now?”

Caroline smiles and raises herself just a bit, enough to brush her lips against his. She does taste the same, and then some, sweeter and richer and nothing his memory could possibly do justice. She doesn’t press further though, and it’s not a kiss, not really. It’s a promise. A possibility.

“Champagne,” she whispers against him, so softly he barely catches it. “It’s our thing.”

Klaus pulls away, staring into those eyes he’s painted a hundred times over. “And then?”

“And then…Rome. I need a vacation.”


“My French is perfect.”


She laughs, and Klaus swears this is the heaven he never thought a bastard would find.

“Pour that drink first. We’ve got time.”