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I Will Remember You

Getting a little personal, sorry. My dad passed away last week. I figured a Klaroline drabble might help me to get through. I can finally see where Caroline was coming from after her father died. I decided to do a missing scene from season three episode 13, I hope you like it.

Will you remember me...

The doorbell rang for what seemed like the twentieth time that day, Caroline was lying on the couch knowing that her mother was incapacitated upstairs in grief so mustered all the energy she could to make her way to the front door. 

She was dressed all in black as was customary, the funeral was due to start in two hours after all. Opening the door, Caroline wasn’t expecting to be faced with the devil incarnate himself. He was extremely attractive as usual in an immaculate, grey suit, but Caroline wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to darken her doorstep of all days. 

“You might have saved my life the other week but let’s not forget you caused it in the first place.”

“Noted,” he conceded, the surprise of his admission not lost on her. “But I thought you might like something. It’s not much, in fact, it’s nothing compared to what you are going through,” he murmured giving her a slight smile, his blue eyes downcast as he said it, completely out of character for the all-powerful hybrid.

“I have more than enough sympathy casseroles to last me a lifetime,” she added for his benefit. 

“To be honest, casseroles aren’t my forte. I don’t really cook.” 

“Why am I not surprised, Mikaelson? That’s why you have so many minions around to do your work.  So, what exactly do you want?”

“Here,” he offered gingerly. Caroline noticed it was a photo album, leather bound and obviously worn given how used the black fabric seemed. 

“What is this?”

“My father wasn’t the nicest of men, he berated me for most of my life because I wasn’t the son he envisaged. But even when he called me names or killed my favorite horse because he was disgusted by what I had become I couldn’t let him go, not completely.”

“Why?” It was one simple word and a question, Caroline was surprised how quickly it came and the fact she could say it aloud. 

“I know deep down he loved me back then and I wanted to hold onto the memory I suppose like a snapshot in time,” he explained, his hand finding hers, the warmth enveloping her.

“I’m fine,” she shot back pulling her hand away and trying to ignore the electricity he’d generated with just one touch. 

“Well, just know I’ll be thinking of you today, Caroline. Funerals aren’t always the best memories of our loved ones.”

“Don’t you want this back...?” She murmured, her voice trailing off as he walked away, his photo album still firmly in her grasp.

“Yes, but not today,” he offered, moving further away with every step. “Hold onto it and think about the good times.”

Caroline was actually annoyed that he walked off mysteriously with not much of a farewell. Maybe he thought it was dramatic in a hybrid way but she just thought it was weird. 

She hit her head against the door in frustration. Why did Klaus Mikaelson, of all people, need to mess with her today? She returned to the couch begrudgingly and couldn’t help but look through the album her curiosity well and truly piqued. 

Photos of an, albeit cute, baby Klaus filled the pages, Mikael smiling at his son attempting to walk on wobbly legs. Then it was snaps of the whole Mikaelson family; Esther, Finn, Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah featuring heavily in candid family photos. 

The Mikael Caroline knew of was not in those pages. She was starting to believe Klaus maybe had a point about looking at the happy moments and not focusing on the bad things. 

“Caroline?” Her mother asked wearily, coming into the room dressed in black also. “Is it time?”

“Almost,” she exhaled, tucking the folder into her purse and going to her mother. Maybe their greatest enemy had given her just what she needed to cope but Caroline was still perplexed as to why. 

6 hours later...

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” he offered. She’d barely made her presence known before he spoke. 

“Well, you walked out before I could give this back,” she offered, holding out the photo album. “But obviously that was on purpose.”

“I don’t do much good in this world but I was hoping you could see that behind the malice can lie someone who means well and has your best interests at heart. We can’t be responsible for the supernatural forces that will, unfortunately, mess up life as we know it.”

“So, where to from here?” She asked, probably against her better judgment. 

“I suppose we take it one day at a time.”

“I’m not very good at that, Klaus,” she admitted, his curious glance was enough to tell her they were on the same page. 

“Well, there’s this extravagant ball I’m holding here for my newly returned mother if you’re interested at all? Rebekah wants to be in charge but I think you’d be better placed to plan things.”

“And I thought I had family issues,” she muttered before sending him a knowing smirk. 

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Tyler was your first love, I intend to be your last...

...however long it takes ~Klaus Mikaelson

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25 Days of Klaroline + Work

Who is fired up about our endgame? I had to write this mini drabble because I sure as hell can’t sleep! Pic not mine obviously but isn’t our endgame pretty?

Klaus and Caroline are rival bar owners in the French Quarter but when Mardi Gras begins things are brought to a whole new level. 

Work it

Monday, 12 February, 2018 - Bar Tonique

“He did not,” she growls from her hiding place by the window, her eyes travelling over the street to Napoleon House. It isn’t terrible to look at inside or out, not that she will ever admit that to the arrogant owner of course.   

The bar was 200 years old, previously owned by a former Mayor. Its always been popular with locals due to its historical significance and simple but stylish design but it wasn’t until Klaus Mikaelson bought it a year ago that Napoleon really took off. 

The decor is traditional but striking and its antique walls littered with moving, sepia photographs of local places and people. Many taken by its new owner. 

“He did,” Katherine confirms as she approaches. Caroline swats her away in frustration. 

“How convenient that the day after I advertise drink specials in the window he suddenly announces cheaper deals?”

“It is Mardi Gras tomorrow, care,” Katherine reasons. “Everyone is doing the same thing.”

“Same thing my ass,” she mutters. “His deal is exactly the same. Someone needs to get their own ideas and stop stealing mine.”

Caroline is ruthlessly competitive, everyone in her life, past and present, can attest to that very fact. 

After visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras five years earlier, she fell in love. Selling everything she had in Boston and making her way down south. Her friends told her she was crazy and maybe she was but the beignets tasted too damn good to resist.  

Caroline owns Bar Tonique, a chic bar in the French Quarter famous for its extensive Gin selection and creative cocktails. It’s always busy but since he’s invaded her territory, Caroline has noticed a lull. Her staff, including best friend Katherine who surprisingly followed her south, say she’s overreacting and things are still busy. Caroline begs to differ and suddenly Klaus Mikaelson is her number one enemy. 

He’s extremely attractive, yes, with the dimples, the crimson lips and that accent but Caroline knows he is nothing but a shark trying to steal her precious business. He will pay, one way or another. 

Napoleon House

Klaus is pleased to see Caroline stressing. Given it is only 11am, he’s impressed he has ruffled her feathers so early in the day. He’s not a horrible person, he just likes winning and if it effects the blonde across the street, his closest competitor, then why not enjoy the show?

He’d come to New Orleans looking for something eighteen months ago. He was lost and desperate for something to save him from his tumultuous life.  Klaus wasn’t quite sure what that was until he saw her barrelling alone Rue de Chartres. She’d rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner and shoved him slightly. Klaus should have been pissed but it made him just want to know her. Finding out she was a rival bar owner explained that look and shove and made him even more curious.  

She’s absolutely beautiful, she’s also incredibly smart and driven and can rival even the most competitive athlete. He’s intrigued, he’s smitten and Klaus knows that annoying her will soon bring her to his door. He’s counting on it. He just doesn’t think it will happen so fast.

Napoleon House - Tuesday February 13

“You dishonest and shady, ass,” she accuses, making her way upstairs, stomping up each one in frustration. Caroline isn’t one to abuse people but after he’s taken another idea of hers she needs to make her anger known.

It’s first day of Mardi Gras and the streets are packed in all of their green, gold and purple glory. Beads are scattered throughout and the sound of jazz is contagious. If only Caroline can actually enjoy it without her business stealing neighbour.     

“Well, hello to you too,” he quips, those lips curving into a knowing smile and his eyes flickering longingly over her body. Caroline doesn’t dress up much, she just happens to be in the most fitted, black dress by absolute chance. “I was wondering when you would darken my doorstep.”

“Only through sheer sufferance,” she growls, making her way into his office, probably against her better judgement. “Stop stealing my ideas, Mikaelson.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies. 

“Just so you know, that pathetic act isn’t working,” she drawls. “In fact, honesty is actually appreciated.” He pauses, licking his lips briefly before gazing into her eyes. Dark blue focused on light. 

“Well, then please enlighten me.”

“You are messing with me but I’m not sure why?” He pauses again, his gaze briefly downcast before replying. 

“I fancy you…”

“Huh?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes,” she shoots back. “You must have some really messed up family issues to think this is the normal way to act, you know, just saying.”

“You have no idea,” he scoffs. Caroline stills, unable to move, the admission flooring her completely. “The Mikaelsons are an interesting bunch, to say the least. But yet you’re still here and I’m wondering why exactly if I am so messed up?”

“I’m processing,” she murmurs nervously, taking a much needed seat shakily. He’s by her side in a flash, his spicy cologne messing with her already fuzzy brain. 

“Am I really that bad?” He’s within kissing distance now, his lips teasing her mercilessly. Maybe it’s the craziness of Mardi Gras or the fact he’s so handsome and smells so good in this proximity but Caroline is crazily considering crossing that line.

“Yes,” she replies, rather unconvincingly. 

“So, what’s my worst trait then? We can count back from absolute worst to least bearable.”

“Well, other than your unscrupulous business practices…” she mumbles, unable to hide her attraction to this idiot. 

“I can be difficult, I suppose,” he concedes. 

“And you’re arrogant, smug, dishonest..”

“I may be arrogant and smug,” he admits. “But dishonest, I’m not.”

“So, what didn’t you lie about exactly?” 

“The way I feel about you,” Caroline is melting and is struggling to respond. She’s in free fall, trying to work out how to extricate herself from this situation without showing emotion or capitulating to her feelings.

His lips are on hers before she can reply to the myriad of emotions she is feeling. They are warm, smooth and as his tongue massages hers she begins to lose herself in his kisses. Before she can fully immerse herself though, she spies photographs on his office wall. It’s not unusual, and his sepia theme is well known but she stills, pulling back to inspect the scenes more closely. Her back is to the camera in one, her blonde waves fanned out. In another, she is smiling wickedly into the distance and another, she is talking to one of the local kids. 

Caroline is confused. She doesn’t know how to act or react. She rushes out of there in a flash. Too scared too look back at his expression as she does. 

Bar Tonique - 15 February 2018

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is low, her gaze downcast as he enters. Klaus has been stewing for days, wondering how to approach her after their last altercation. She is at the forefront of his mind which is why he’s here, possibly against his better judgement. 

“Is this how you welcome all your patrons? Because if so I might need to teach you some…”

“The day you teach me anything about hospitality, I will torch my and your establishment simultaneously.”

“You will fit in perfectly at Christmas Dinner,” he chuckles knowingly. “The Mikaelsons wear death wishes and carnage like a badge of honour.”

“As much as I love hearing about your family, you never answered my initial question.”      

 “I’ve missed you.”

“That’s not an appropriate answer,” she baulked, her body language telling Klaus that she wasn’t dealing with their unexpected connection.

“Fine,” he conceded. “I think I love you.”

“That’s also not…” she attempts to respond but her vocal chords betray her. Klaus can tell she is struggling. It’s why he moves around to her desk, his finger lifting her chin up so her eyes will meet his.  

“I know that I love you.” She is silent, surprisingly, a stray tear making its way down her creamy cheek. He moves fast and wipes it away with the brush of his thumb.

“But those photos…”

“I capture what inspires me,” he sighs, his thumb catching the last tear before it can fall. “And you inspire me, love.”

“Why?” 

“I didn’t know it at the time but you are the reason I’m here. I was lost but now I’m found.” 

“If that’s a line…” 

“Fancy an excursion?” He pleaded, gesturing downstairs. 

“And what exactly are we going to do?”

“I thought it might be nice to look at some of the local artwork given we will no doubt have differing opinions on snowflakes and the like, then eat some beignets…”

“Who told you?”

“It may surprise you but I know you better than you think,” he chuckles. 

“Fine,” she concedes, albeit reluctantly. “But I’m going to need many.”

“Whatever you want,” he grins. “You know however long it takes and all that.” 

She rolls her eyes but little did they know then those beignets would be the catalyst for the beginnings of their relationship. In fact they are a regular feature in anniversary celebrations forthwith because Klaus knows if his Queen is without her favourite treats, there is hell to pay.

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You and Me

25 Days of Klaroline + Favourite Song

I have MANY favourite songs that scream Klaroline, here is just one. The tempo suits a waltz perfectly, hence the theme. All lyrics by Lifehouse.

Ahead of his coronation, Prince Klaus has to polish his waltzing skills, enter dance teacher extraordinaire Caroline Forbes to whip him into shape. 

What day is it. And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive. I can't keep up, and I can't back down. I've been losing so much time.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the palace ballroom consulting the impressive, grandfather clock. It was at that point, Klaus decided that his childhood, superhero dream of flying had suddenly been overtaken by an intense desire to stop time. If only just to breathe and take everything in for a few extra minutes.   

“Ouch,” she muttered, bringing him well and truly back to the present, rubbing her big toe as she did it.

“Your Highness,” it was thinly veiled judgment, more than a polite address. Klaus knew that particular tone all too well since their lessons had begun. “It’s left foot then right.”

“That’s what I was doing.”

“Trust me, you weren’t,” she offered, looking briefly over at his heavyset bodyguard standing in the doorway ominously, a slight smile tugging at his lips although the rest of his face remained impressively stoic. “My left toe can testify to that very fact.”

“Fine,” he huffed, moving to the nearest table and grabbing a water bottle then taking a long swig. “I suppose I was…” 

“Distracted?” 

His beautiful but opinionated, dance teacher knew him too well. It should have scared him after such a short time together but it didn’t. When his mother had insisted he take classes ahead of his coronation next month he’d tried everything to avoid it but to no avail. Esther Mikaelson was a stickler for tradition, even if other members of the family didn’t always follow suit.

Klaus never wanted to be King, he always thought it impossible anyway. He liked the title but he was always the fun loving Prince. It was Elijah that was the perfect epitome of a future King, until tragedy had struck and he’d passed away unexpectedly from a rare form of cancer. His ascension to the throne was then a forgone conclusion but his grief had kept that fact at bay, for a few months at least.

It was something he’d begrudgingly and slowly accepted over time but this circus of a coronation, including dance classes, wasn’t what he signed up for.

“Yes, distracted.”

“I can only imagine given the upcoming coronation. Dancing is probably the last thing on your mind.” That was true but it was after the coronation part that scared him most. “Well and the whole becoming King part.” It was as if she had jumped into his head and rifled through his inner most insecurities. “I mean when you include the Commonwealth countries as well as Great Britain, that’s a lot of people to...” 

“Do you always talk a lot?” He interrupted, choosing not to let her finish that frightening sentence.

“Not when I’m dancing,” she shot back cheekily. “But someone in this room is being a little difficult, and I’m not talking about Ahmed.” She looked over noticing his smile had slightly grown in the last few minutes. Caroline had every intention of making him laugh aloud one day.  

“You know, people don’t usually talk to me like this…”

“I tend to get bossier when I’m overwhelmed by castles, corgis and royalty,” she admitted, somewhat sheepishly. “Your Highness if…”

“I like it,” he soothed, leaning over to place a hand over hers comfortingly. His heartbeat quickened slightly, Klaus usually blamed it on the cardio workout but didn’t have that excuse this time. “But there’s nothing to be overwhelmed about, Caroline.” 

“Nothing to be overwhelmed about? Are you kidding me?”

“You are a highly, accomplished woman. You’re well travelled and…”

“How exactly do you know that?” She asked curiously, her left eyebrow cocked. “Have you been checking up on me?”

“You are working in our employ which makes a security check compulsory. The file MI5 and your CIA gave my personal secretary was a lot more dense than you thought, I guess you could say.”

“I only stole that candy bar because Katherine dared me,” Caroline rambled. The way she scrunched up her nose defensively was the the most adorable thing he’d seen. “And that whole sorority incident was totally blown out of proportion.”

“You broke into a dorm room to steal someone’s knickers,” he smiled knowingly, actually enjoying their dance practice for the very first time.

“I was pledging,” she scoffed. “It’s not my fault the guy happened to be the Dean’s son.”

“I’m extremely interested in this former life as a underwear thief, please tell me more,” he smirked. She didn’t respond immediately just rolled her eyes. 

“Looks like the future King of England is just another guy,” she alluded. Before Elijah’s death, Klaus would have worn that reputation like a badge of honour but her words hurt. He wasn’t quite sure if it was the words or the woman saying them that affected him the most.

“How about we get back to practice?” He asked, not bothering to look at her before resuming his place mid dance floor. She seemed a little taken aback, her blue eyes searching his curiously. He didn’t mean to be so harsh but it was all becoming too familiar and being a future King, Klaus knew that emotion was something he couldn’t afford to betray. “I promise I won’t step on your toes again.”

“Famous last words,” she murmured, stepping into his frame, that delicious, vaniall scent wafting into his nostirls. Klaus closed his eyes momentarily, telling himself that it would all be over soon.    

Why are the things that I want to say, just aren't coming out right? I'm tripping on words. You got my head spinning. I don't know where to go from here.

Caroline Forbes was usually calm and collected. She paid her bills on time, her dentist appointments were scheduled like clockwork and every single day was planned out from start to finish.

The day that her perfectly planned life came undone was an unexpected call to her dance studio in Chelsea. Caroline had moved to London five years earlier from New York, ready for the next challenge in her life. She’d studied diligently at university, earning her Masters in Art History but dancing would prove to be her true passion.  

She’d befriended her cocky, best friend at the Camden Markets one dreary Sunday not long after her move. They’d fought over an antique figurine at one of the smaller stalls. Caroline’s grandmother collected them and he’d been insistent about having it until the end when he’d admitted he was just playing her. She would have killed him but he paid for it himself and shouted her a coffee. The rest, as they say, was history. 

“How’s Prince Hottie?” Enzo had decided to bestow his own nickname. She was fairly certain that he was still hoping the soon-to-be King would decide he would fall in love with him.  

“Shhhh,” she chided, looking around at their fellow patrons anxiously.

“I could be referring to anyone, darling,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his vodka martini. “And we’re in Brixton. I’m pretty sure the Royals don’t frequent this part of town or even know it exists to be honest.”

Caroline had to admit he was right as they enjoyed a drink at Three Eight Four Bar but for some reason every time he mentioned her latest and high profile dance student she became extremely defensive. Maybe it had something to do with the dense CIA file Klaus had alluded to and what might happen if she revealed too much information about said Prince. 

They’d been training together for eleven weeks now. Yes, he was still stubborn and offered his opinion all too freely but over their time together she’d sensed some vulnerability in the man the media dubbed the ‘fun loving Prince.’   

“Earth to Blondie?” Enzo interrupted, throwing a potato crisp in her direction for extra effect. “I was only telling you about my latest date with Josh.”

“And? Are we in love yet, Lorenzo?”

“I’ll keep you posted, but it’s looking promising,” he grinned. “But let’s get back to you and your issues.”

“My issues?” Caroline hissed. If there was anything Caroline didn’t have, it was issues. Her life was perfectly structured, no dangerous icebergs in sight.

“You like him.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I’d name him but I know how protective you are about His Royal Hotness,” he whispered, leaning over his glass and pretending to be discreet as only Enzo could. “It’s okay gorgeous, we’ve all had our celebrity crushes and I can understand being in such close proximity.” 

“I don’t have a crush,” she growled, feeling the heat creep across her cheeks. Damn that royal idiot for messing with her. Caroline’s emotions were always well and truly intact.  Her cell buzzed, she consulted the screen, her heart momentarily stopping at the text displayed. 

They’d been mucking around during break about nicknames and he’d momentarily stolen her cell. She’d assumed he had taken an unsolicited photo during rehearsal but he’d been messing in her contacts. “Who is this Fraser? Looks like a complete idiot to me.”

“Give that back!” She demanded, noticing that Ahmed seemed silently amused by their exchange. Caroline made a mental note that he was going to crack sooner rather than later. 

“Oooh, I’m sensing you like said idiot.” 

“That’s none of your business,” she hissed, snatching it back hoping he hadn’t read any of their texts. Fraser was an idiot but she didn’t want to prove his point given her recent rejection. He was cocky enough as it was. Caroline knew she needed to change the subject and fast.     

“The last thing I would ever want to do is inflate that annoying ego but between you and me, girls love a guy that can dance.”

“Oh do they?” He smirked curiously. “So, you’re saying I can dance?”

“Woah, hold up Fred Astaire, not yet,” she teased, gathering her golden waves into a ponytail to help ward off the Summer heat. “You get this right; all high society women are going to be lining up to dance with you.” 

“Maybe so but it’s not my thing, Caroline.”

“Not your thing? Oh I get it, you’re more into crumping than waltz?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’m game to try that at the coronation. I have a feeling that it might actually spice things up.”

“I may be taking my life into my hands but how about we try that step again? Then I’ll teach you how to crump.”

“Whatever you say but I think it’s best we keep this arrangement from Fraser, wouldn’t want him getting too jealous.”

Enzo yanked at her stray blonde wave, the constant ringing of her cell not only annoying her obviously. “I’m cutting you off after this drink, dreamy.”

“If it isn’t the best dancer on earth,” she drawled after connecting. Trust his arrogant ass to make that his name in her contacts. “Not sure what you need me for then.”

“We all have our talents, love,” he chuckled, his deep voice causing a few unwelcome flutters down below. “I need an urgent lesson though.”

“What? Now? Tonight?”

“Apparently my frame leaves a lot to be desired,” he said repeating her earlier critique. “And I can’t sleep until it’s rectified.”

“Well, it’s going to have to wait,” she hissed, her anger rising with each word. How dare he try and pull royal rank? “I’m actually busy.”

“You must be Fraser?” A voice enquired, interrupting their drink. Caroline’s head whipped around, not immediately recognizing the Prince in a baseball cap and dark jeans.

“Well, that’s just all levels of offensive,” Enzo growled. “I may be gay but know how to treat a woman right.” 

“Ah, the best friend?” He asked, shaking his hand heartily. “Great to meet you mate, and couldn’t agree more about that idiot. He was never good enough for our Caroline.” 

“Our Caroline?” She hissed, wanting to yell every insult in his direction for his sudden appearance and subsequent behavior. Enzo didn’t seem so upset, his long, brown eyelashes fluttering a little faster than usual.  

“I told you, my frame isn’t what it should be,” he offered, sending Enzo another smile.

“And I told you I am busy,” she growled, through gritted teeth.

“She’s not busy,” Enzo shared, looking between the two. “I was just leaving, HRH.” Before she could argue, her best friend with his cute ass wiggling from side to side was gone. Traitor.

“Nice of him to be so formal,” Klaus offered, taking a seat at their table and gesturing towards the waitress. “Next round is on me.”

“But apparently your dance tuition was of the upmost urgency, brooding, bad dancer,” she huffed.

“Brooding, bad dancer?”

“Oh didn’t you know? That’s your name in my contacts,” she argued. “I don’t really appreciate your interfering.” 

“I had a dance emergency,” he insisted. 

“And what exactly was that?” Klaus looked at her sincerely before explaining.

“You’re going to be leaving me soon,” he explained, his blue eyes staring into hers earnestly. “And someone promised me some crumping lessons.”

“What? Tonight?”

“No time like the present,” he smiled, taking the drink from the waitress gratefully.

“Do they know you’re here? The coronation is in two weeks,” she whispered looking around the room. “Where is Ahmed?”

“You always liked him more than me, didn’t you?”

“Have you been drinking?” She hissed. Klaus didn’t respond just sent her a pair of his disarming dimples. There was no doubting the future King of England was drunk and in her presence. He’d been struggling since his brother’s death and sudden ascension to the throne that much was obvious, not that she blamed him. She needed to act fast.

“How about salsa instead? I know this great class.” She lied. In his current state it didn’t take much for her to convince him and they left the bar without anyone recognising him.  

Ahmed appeared from the shadows as they walked down the abandoned street at the back of the establishment. Caroline was relieved, no doubt he’d insisted he keep his distance. “Take him home.”

Ahmed’s eyes were telling her he wanted that but the future King had other plans. “You promised.” Caroline wanted to refuse but she had to get him home before his family or the press noticed. 

“Let’s go back to the Palace,” Ahmed nodded and led them to the waiting car. Klaus seemed pleased that she was sitting by his side and that was all that mattered.    

“Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do. Nothing to lose. And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you.”

“Why do we always have to waltz? You promised me crumping then salsa and god knows what else,” Klaus accused his lips barely moving, holding her close while they waltzed around the Kensington Palace ballroom with all eyes on them. 

“I’m saving you from a public relations disaster, you’ll thank me afterwards,” she grinned, her eyes settling on his. Once the formalities were through they both knew what they’d be doing.

It had been five years earlier when she’d been his dance tutor and now they were husband and wife. Her Royal Highness, Princess Niklaus of Wales in fact. Klaus had been equal parts adorable and insistent. She’d usually tell someone that indignant to get lost but unfortunately he had stolen her heart long before even if his dance moves still left a lot to be desired.  

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Five years ago today the Original Hybrid promised our favorite baby vampire he would be her last love, however long it takes, sparking the Klaroline endgame we have all been waiting for. In honor of this momentous day, share your endgame headcanons or hopes and anonymously c&p this message to 5 Klaroliners #klarolinecountdown #5yearanniversary

Happy 5 year Anniversary to you too! I have to admit, this made me feel soooooo many things and quite frankly… 

But back to more mannered subjects…

Well……what a HUGE question? I’m not getting my hopes up (because we all know how badly that ends) but, at the very least, I’d love to see them spend some quality time together and just bond without the annoying Scooby Gang of TVD interfering. But since this is what I want so here goes nothing…

I want some more flirty banter..and possibly the re-emergence of THAT Miss Mystic Falls application for old time’s sake…

I want some more stolen glances and for them to dance together again….

I want them to save each other again…

God damn it, I want her to borrow another dress if he gives her THAT grin again..

And while I’m on my ‘wishful thinking’ bandwagon, I want some more outdoor, um, activities…tree optional…

But last, and most importantly, I want to hear these words uttered again and I want to see, even if it is just the tiniest hint, a nod to their future together…