Happy happy birthday to my Klarobestie, @she-walked-away!! 🎉🎉
Kaitlyn, ever the optimist and awesome fluff writer, I’m currently thanking the universe for Chuck and your Chuck icon because that’s the way we met and thus how you came to be a part of my everyday life (...Erika owes me thanks, I feel).
^^^ some feels for ya since you’re always dropping ‘em on us 😂😂
Thank you for being an absolutely amazing friend, I couldn’t go a day without you (you know this to be literally true 😂 #KlarochatCodependency)
I have two gifts for you -- one a tiny drabble I’ll put up later and something I’ll put up later this week that I’ve been working on for a while but isn’t quite done yet.
I somehow can’t believe it’s been an entire year since I was sitting in class and thought ‘Hey, wouldn’t it be rad if I could talk to some of the people I know from Tumblr on an instant, regular basis?’ (This all because I saw an Enzo lookalike -- oh Enzo, at least you served me one positive purpose in life) From there a post on tumblr, then working out international phone numbers and bada bing, I had myself a family even though I didn’t know it yet.
Klarochat must be the most codependent friendship in this fandom (no, seriously, it’s practically a rule to keep your phone on you at all times because we can’t cope without each other). From daily ‘I’m hungry’ texts, to being cornered for unjustified feels attacks, to helping with creative endeavours; discussing work, family, studying, makeup and boy issues -- we’re always there for each other.
The cray stuff we discuss has me blushing and giggling on a daily basis, be it because of the klunnery, eggplants, sex talks, dementors or bad reviews. The (seven!!) hours I have to wait for y’all to wake up is generally the worst part of my day (-- hey, I did say we were codependent) and I blame you for at least half of the times I stayed awake past 3am this past year (Klarobesties living in the past is rough on one’s sleep schedule).
We urge each other on, help each other, complement each other (though mostly Erika because she makes kickass edits for those of us who can only write), make fun of each other (again Erika, but this time because she’s old), comment on crazy bedtimes (we know the ins and outs of each other’s lives so you know you’re gonna get a brow raised if you’re up at a strange hour), and often put each other to bed (mostly Gail bc youngest lol).
Brynne, you’re so far in the future that you almost always miss us but we cherish your lone messages; Giulia with your adorable turtles and ducks and fangirling; and Monika get your ass in here already. Gail I don’t know how you know everything about everybody but you do and I’m pretty sure you’re the youngest only by years, especially with that highly functioning smutdar. Vic you’re freaking hilarious and your presence always brings a lovely levity to the group and no we will never stop teasing about you and Gaz -- beware, ratings will be going dowwwwn this season. Erika you have the sexiest voice with the mouth of a pirate (metaphorically -- literally, your mouth is my envy with all those amazing lip colours I one day will be stealing) and on point editing skills. Kaitlyn you’re ever the optimist yet also the most dangerous with all your sob-inducing feels you force on us, never mind the amazing fluff you write... And I’m the one who can never leave all these crazies alone (seriously, you should see what these people get up to in the 5 hours I sleep -- I have stopped eating or drinking in the mornings when I catch up on my messages to reduce chances of spittakes).
It’s honestly amazing (and, ngl, really lucky) how much we have in common. Hating TO, love for makeup, detesting Steroline, and we even love many of the same shows (and ships!). Selfies are abound as well as food pics, fic pics and LP saying Take it back.
Klarochat really isn’t just a Whatsapp group. It’s a lifestyle.
Thank you, truly, eriberry89, she-walked-away, goonergal81 and werethesamecaroline for being a daily essential part of my life.
And of course I have to thank the absolute perfection that made this all possible -- Klaroline, you rock. Thank you for helping us find each other, bond with each other, and giving us constant reasons to grieve and rejoice in equal measure. Thanks for helping me meet my incredible Klarobesties.
I hate how she almost blames Nina or the character Elena for her ineptitude as a writer to make the show about anything other than Elena’s Salvatore issues. Many many many shows have done episodes that focused on one character, especially by showing an episode through their eyes. TVD has never done this and I don’t see how it’s fair for her to blame Elena’s presence for that.
Additionally, I really doubt this is going to mean deep insights into everyone’s lives. I know we still won’t get Caroline talking to anyone about Klaus. In fact I bet if Caroline and Damon didn’t have bad history, Plec would’ve turned this into the Caroline’s Love Interest Show. Since, y’know, that’s all Caroline’s good for as a character.
Which brings me to: “I really want to keep living in the world where Stefan [Paul Wesley] and Caroline [Candice Accola] are just starting to get together“
eriberry89 when you deliver TVD ratings this year we’re gonna need popcorn too...
To my Klarochat ladies (eriberry89, she-walked-away, cutiepieforbes, mrslackles, goonergal81, mrssantaklaus, natssoldier), Merry Christmas.
Sorry for any mistakes, unbetaed because there wasn't any time. Takes place after season 5, but they can still be in Mystic Falls. No Hayley, no baby.
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My Immortal
Caroline was standing in front of her home, watching it burn to the ground. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she was unable to move, covered in a blanket while the firefighters tried to put out the fire. It was too late though.
Thankfully her mother had been at work when she had woken up, smelling smoke.
She had flashed downstairs, trying to put out the fire in her kitchen and managed to, successfully, when she smelt more smoke upstairs. In the rush to prevent as much damage as possible she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings. She had cursed her idiocy and flashed back upstairs. But that was when she realized there were several fires burning in the house.
Arson. Someone wanted to make sure the house burnt down. She started coughing up some smoke but still went into her mom’s bedroom to take out a few beloved items and then to her bedroom, where the fire has already spread, but managed to grab a few things as well. She then flashed downstairs but the front door was already blocked. She had to smash through the kitchen window.
And that’s where the firefighters found her, standing in front of her house in nothing but a T-shirt and some boy short panties. She was fine but it had been a close call.
The next day everyone had been worried someone targeted Caroline but that had proven to be false. Liz has been working on a case, trying to catch an arsonist and coming dangerously close to it, so he had decided a little warning was in order. What he didn’t know about was the existence of vampires and witches, so they helped tracking him down and Liz arrested him.
After that had been dealt with, everything went back to normal. College started again and the girls went back to Whitmore and Liz spent some days at the police station and others at her friends’ place until they would be able to get their own place again.
Caroline was restless though and she found herself not wanting to be in college anymore. Everything that had happened last year, it has changed her. She has longed for a real college experience for so long but now, she just didn’t care anymore. She wanted something different, she wanted more, she just didn’t know what. Life was too short and yet she had enough time to return to college at a later point. She just missed Bonnie so much.
Elena was a mess and Caroline didn’t feel that close to her anymore. She partied and spent most of her time with others, enjoying her newfound freedom, repressing her feelings and hurt. Caroline on the other hand went through her days in a daze.
She talked to Bonnie daily, imagining she could hear her, telling her she needed some time and packed her things and went back to Mystic Falls. She had no place to go to though. Elena was staying at Whitmore and Stefan was nowhere to be found. She needed a place where she could be on her own for a while.
When she first passed it an idea came to her mind but she quickly dismissed it. She couldn’t possibly. But after she had been driving through town for a while, even considering staying at Matt’s for a few seconds – dismissing that too, because she wouldn’t be alone and there was the whole Tyler awkwardness – she returned back to her first idea.
Suddenly she found herself standing in front of the Mikaelson Mansion, captivated by its beauty and character. She took her suitcases and walked to the front door. She’d stay here for a couple of days, only until a better thing came up. She had to break in because it was locked but lucky for her that wasn’t a problem.
She stepped in carefully at first, still unsure about the whole thing but when nobody jumped out on her and she didn’t hear anything, she smiled.
She spent the whole day exploring the rooms and she tried to discover every nook and cranny. The house was freaking huge though and she almost got lost a couple of times. All the furniture has been covered with white sheets and she removed them. She never stepped foot into the Originals’ bedroom, not wanting to invade their privacy. She picked a guest room for herself and unpacked her things.
She didn’t snoop around at first, just cleaned the place, rearranged a few things and went to the store to stock up on food and then to the hospital to do the same with blood. Then she cleaned some more and before she knew it the whole place was spotless. Caroline fell into her new bed exhausted and slept better than in a long time.
It felt weird to be there and she didn’t know why she picked the place, but it felt right so she tried not to dwell on it too much. Klaus was out of her system. He was.
The next day she replaced the locks on the door because she had broken them when she first got there and then she just relaxed. She didn’t do much, just spent her day on the terrace in the back, lying in a chair, reading a romance novel. She didn’t think the Mikaelsons would have romance novels in their library but she was wrong. She ate junk food and she helped herself to a fine bottle of scotch that burnt her throat quite nicely.
Caroline didn’t think about anyone or anything, just enjoyed some quiet time. One day she went hiking, the next shopping, then she visited her mom and they had a spa day. She didn’t tell anyone where she was living because she knew everyone would have something to say about it. She talked to Bonnie regularly though, telling her everything. If felt weird to be speaking to air but on the other hand, it felt good to tell someone about her days.
After a couple of weeks Caroline didn’t know what to do with herself anymore. She was listening to music in the living room when an idea occurred to her and she got up to explore one room amongst a few she hasn’t been in yet: Klaus’ studio. She remembered it from the ball but didn’t dare entering it until now.
She turned the music louder and went upstairs. When she entered it the first thing she noticed was his scent. The room smelled like him. She looked around and realized it was half empty. She removed the protective sheets and ran her fingers over some brushes and paints. There was a half finished painting on the easel. It was dark with a hint of sunshine in the bottom.
Caroline noticed a few paintings leaned on the wall and she lifted them on the table. She browsed through them, examining each one. They were all breathtaking yet dark. She opened the drawers and found them mostly empty. There was a sketchbook in the bottom drawer and she took it out and looked through it. It felt like an invasion of privacy but she was too far gone. There were several sketches, some finished others not, but all were beautiful. In the second half of the notebook she discovered sketches of herself and she stopped breathing for a few moments, taking them in, running her hand over the pencil lines. In some she was smiling, in some she looked pensive and in other she was looking into the distance. She recognizes some from her memory – standing broken in the woods, her smiling in his prom dress, her at the Miss Mystic Falls celebration and one from the Winter Ball – but others he had created all on his own – her on a beach, her in a local café somewhere, her hiking. What she noticed was that she was smiling lovingly in all of those.
Caroline closed the notepad and went back downstairs. Since she has been in a discovery mode, she gathered all her courage and went into his bedroom. If she was already breaking her own rules, she might as well break them completely. His scent assaulted her again but she went straight in. The room was beautiful yet very masculine. Before she could examine it further something propelled her to go back to her room, gather all her stuff and move it into his. She put her clothes into his closet, her books onto his desk and her blanket onto his bed. She put her cosmetics and some other items into the adjoining bathroom and only then looked around. She realized she was comfortable there, although she didn’t want to dwell on the why.
When she went to bed that night, she broke down and just cried herself to sleep.
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Life went on and Caroline has been living at the Mikaelson Mansion for a few months now. Nobody ever bothered her there, although some people now knew she was living there. Surprisingly, nobody argued with her, only gave her funny looks. She had offered her mom to come stay with her but Liz refused, renting an apartment in town.
She started working on some projects again, took over the planning of town’s festivities. Since this was Mystic Falls and the town had at least an event almost every two weeks, Caroline had a lot to do.
She started living again.
It was only at night, when she was alone in her – his – bed that she admitted to herself how much she has missed the annoying hybrid. She has fought her feelings for so long until she has given in for a few hours that afternoon in the woods. She had thought a few rounds would get him out of her system and for a while it had actually worked. But then she started to miss him, their banter, his attention, even his broody murdering way. Somewhere along the way he has gotten under her skin and rooted himself firmly in her heart whether she wanted it or not. She would never admit it out loud but she has been honest with herself for a while now.
She felt something for that bastard and it wasn’t going away. The distance didn’t do much, time didn’t change anything and when she was home alone she wished for nothing more than having him there with her. She had made him promise to stay away, to never come back but she regretted that now. She longed to see his stupid smirk again, she missed the touch of his hands on her, the way they had kissed, giving so much with their walls down and taking at the same time. She missed how he listened to her, how he put her before his stupid revenge plans and how when they got together, neither one could let go.
Caroline was scared though, this wasn’t easy on her. She fought and she resisted but Caroline realized that no matter which path she took, somewhere along the road, every path would let her back to him at one point. And when she thought about how her house had burnt down with her almost in it, she realized that even the undead except for a few exceptions really weren’t immortal. And even if you think you have all the time in the world that might not always be the case. So, why waste it? Why wait? Maybe it wouldn’t end well, maybe she’ll get her heart crushed or worse, even get herself killed? But didn’t she owe it to herself to live her life to the fullest? To take it by its horns and just get take she wanted and be happy? Elena had risked everything for Damon and it wasn’t easy but they were happy for a while. And now he was dead. What if that happened to her? What if she didn’t have a century or more?
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Klaus had always wanted to be king. And when he first arrived in New Orleans that was what he had wanted most. So, he conquered, painted the city red and crowned himself its ruler. And it felt good to be king, to be feared and have control over everything. Yet, he wasn’t happy. Something was missing and he didn’t want to dwell on it but he knew what – or who – that something was. He wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted and on some days he wanted to go back and take what was his, but he always changed his mind. Why, he didn’t know.
To say he was surprised when Caroline moved into his house was an understatement. After that fire started he cursed himself for not letting a few minions behind and he remedied the situation immediately. From then on, someone was always looking out for her and reporting back to him. He saw pictures and read reports and knew she wasn’t happy, but there was nothing he could do about that. She’d have to mourn and find her way on her own. But then she moved into his home and started getting better. He was pleased with himself immensely.
Months passed and she never moved out, if his sources were to be trusted – and they were since they have been motivated by their lives – Caroline got more comfortable and more at home each day.
Klaus didn’t know what to do though. He wanted to be optimistic but since that never worked in his favor, he had his doubts. He learned one thing though. There was something worse than love. And, it was the freaking hope.
The ball was in her court and he waited and waited for her to make a move but she never did. And he cursed his stupid hopefulness and went into town to take out his frustration on some unsuspecting folks.
A few weeks later he got a text. “Forget your promise,” was all it said. And the pesky feeling was back again. All he wanted to do was take the first plane but he didn’t want to appear too eager, that would give her way too much power and she didn’t need to know that. But after some time, as long as he could hold out and it wasn’t long, he handed the reigns over to Elijah for a while. He needed a break anyway, ruling took its toll on a person, and he knew just where he could have one.
Klaus smiled deviously, and maybe, just maybe, when he’d be back, his queen would be come with him.
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Caroline didn’t know what she was doing when she sent him that text. She has been drinking and talking to Bonnie and thinking about them, about him and then before she could change her mind, she texted him.
She was so nervous for the next few weeks but he never replied nor came. Maybe he was over it. Maybe after all this time, she was the only one who couldn’t get him out of her head. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it. There were probably so much better options in New Orleans, so many beautiful women, worldly ones, older than her. He could have his pick. And why would anyone want to pick a baby vampire from a small town if they could have so much more?
Caroline was furious with herself and she wanted to move out. She couldn’t stay there anymore, it felt wrong.
But before she’d do that, she wanted to finish the year in this house. She’d been living in it for so long, it needed a proper goodbye. And what better way than to decorate it from top to bottom with lights and ornaments. She put a huge Christmas tree in the downstairs living room, decorated it in true Caroline fashion and turned on the lights. She made some eggnog, laced with her favorite type of blood and settled in front of the fireplace.
A few hours later Caroline retired to the bedroom when the door downstairs opened. She sat up and listened for any sounds, her breathing getting heavily. Somebody walked into the kitchen, if she heard correctly, and opened the fridge? Huh? She was a vampire for God’s sake; it was probably one of her friends. Right?
But then she heard him chuckle. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
She stood up quickly, and took a look around the room, it was a mess; she was a mess. And why was he here now? It was true that she has been disappointed by his lack of response but she didn’t expect him to just show up one day. Or did she? Now wasn’t the time to think about this, she needed to act and she needed to act soon. First things first, she flashed to the bathroom and fixed her hair and cleaned herself up a little bit. When she heard him coming up the stairs, she tried to fix the room a little, there were candy wrappers everywhere. She just tried to grab as many as possible and pushed them under the bed.
What should she do? What should she say? She was so nervous and excited and terrified at the same time. She hadn’t seen him in so long and now that the moment was there Caroline wasn’t sure how she wanted it to go.
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When Klaus entered the mansion he could sense her upstairs immediately. He decided to make himself known, so he walked around a little bit, checked out the rooms. She has redecorated a little bit, the mansion seemed lighter and brighter not to mention covered from top to bottom in Christmas. He went into the kitchen where he discovered a fully stocked fridge, a mini fridge with blood bags and several alcohol bottles on the counter. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
He slowly went upstairs and could hear her moving around in his room. He relished the fact that she was staying in there. He was excited with the thought of seeing her again and his non-beating heart skipped a beat.
Klaus opened the door and there she was. She whipped around and faced him, biting her lower lip between her teeth, eyeing him nervously. She had a determined look on her face yet the biting and twisting of her hands betrayed her.
She was beautiful though, dressed comfortably, almost no makeup on her face and her hair a bit of a mess. Her eyes were bright and clear and she held her head up high. He just stood there, taking her in.
“Hello Caroline,” Klaus greeted her in his familiar way.
“Klaus,” Caroline barely managed to let out. She had just been so nervous and so many possibilities were running through her head but now that he was standing in front of her, all she could see was him and everything was suddenly right again. So, she smiled, truly, honestly and openly.
Klaus noticed her hands stopped shaking and her lips were not between her teeth anymore. There was a warm smile on her face, which reminded him of the one in the forest. So he did the only thing that he could, he smiled back at her.
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Caroline took a slow step forward him but before she could take another he was standing right in front of her. She couldn’t speak, so she only managed to let out an oh but she couldn’t take her eyes of him let alone utter another word.
She was still smiling when Klaus’ hands went to her shoulders and he put a stray lock of her behind her ear. Caroline leaned into his hand a bit and just breathed. Klaus just kept looking at her, unwilling to move. If he could stay in that moment forever, he would. But he has been waiting for so long and he needed to feel her again, so he pulled her closer and captured her mouth with his.
Caroline went willingly and closed her eyes before the kiss even started. Her arms went around his waist while their bodies were pressed tightly together. The kiss was slow and tender, like a soft caress but that was only the beginning. Klaus pulled away slightly, but Caroline didn’t let him. He groaned and she opened her mouth to let him in. It was intoxicating and devastating at the same time, and she never wanted it to end.
Klaus explored her mouth. She tasted delicious and he couldn’t get enough. He tangled one hand into her hair and rested the other on her lower back, holding her close. Caroline moaned while she inclined her head to give him better access. He was demanding yet tender at the same time.
After a few more moments – or minutes – Caroline pulled back and ran her thumb over his cheek. She was still smiling and Klaus loved that. She was magnificent, her lips swollen and full yet pink and soft, still wet from the kiss.
When she was looking at him like that, the unwanted feeling crawled back into Klaus’ soul. He was scared to feel it yet he couldn’t help but do. He had hope.
My latest Klaroline oneshot is dedicated to my Klarochat babies: mrslackles and eriberry89 for going through these sober days with me, to @goonergal81, cutiepieforbes, and natssoldier for being precious peaches, and my wonderous mrssantaklaus for being my beta :)
We'll Be Young Forever
Klaus and Caroline continue to live blissfully in their forever until they hit a bump in the road they never saw coming: Redecorating
