#adelindschade

adelindschade reblogged your post and added:

Are you rewatching, too!?!?

I know we don’t see eye to eye on Adalind but this statement is 💯.

Her arc tho. There was room for improvement but her arc was quite the transition. And I like all the analysis that came from it, too! She’s a very… interesting character to say the least but always, always woven within the thread. She one way or another decided the outcome, whether she anticipated it or not.

Yes! Well, very slowly, as real life allows.

And yes, there’s no doubt that Adalind has one of the most drastic changes from start to finish of any other character on the show (I think the only comparable one is Juliette, and I think in a lot of ways their arcs actually mirror each other).

not a full story, but how about a mini-sequel (to this)? also tagging @adelindschade for the original prompt

It was a quiet Sunday night, the last bit of their weekend before Caroline sat up in bed with her planner to set her strategy for the week ahead. Klaus cuddled her close to him as they sprawled on the couch, his fingers playing in her hair. His mind wandered to their conversation the day before, an invitation to their high school reunion having brought forth memories he thought long-buried. Of course they were going, Caroline had already scribbled on their shared calendar and picked out a dress. “If someone had told me ten years ago that I’d be sitting here with you, in a home we shared,” he murmured, “I wouldn’t have believed them.”

She raised her head from his chest, slightly disgruntled to tear her attention from the TV but she could hear the weight of something in his voice. “What are you talking about?”

His lips lifted in a small grin as a finger traced the edge of her jaw. They were passing ships throughout college, both having moved up to Providence - him for RISD, her for Brown - and accidentally frequenting the same coffee shop. It took Klaus three run-ins to finally ask her out, only for her to turn him down. Fresh off her breakup with Tyler the summer before, Caroline fully embraced singlehood and a stark desire to remain unattached while she figured out life away from Mystic Falls.

Still, Klaus greedily took advantage of every chance meeting, even as he dated his way through the art crowd and hangers-on. “The night you kissed me,” he mused, “I was so surprised, I thought it might have been a dream because I’d wanted you for so long.”

They had been at a bar, nearing graduation. His friends wanted to see some local band, whose drummer just happened to be Caroline’s best friend. “You were tipsy and beautiful, lights darting across your face. And when you looked up at me, you…smiled.”

“And you’re sappy tonight,” she teased, reaching up to poke one of his dimples.

He captured her hand, bringing it to his lips. “Only for you, love.”

Sitting up, she brushed her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. A flash of concern tugged her lips downward. “Seriously, what’s going on? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

“I was thinking about the reunion,” he admitted. “Stefan and I once chatted about you, you know, way back when.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. “Duh, you were obsessed with me.”

“I always said,” Klaus continued, running a soothing hand down her leg, “that if I ever had the chance, I’d be your second husband in a heartbeat.”

Narrowing her eyes, she at least recognized the familiar joke. “What happened to the first?”

Unlike the mischievous smirk she’d grown to love over the years, Klaus’s mouth strained into a fearful frown. He patted his jean pocket for the small box he’d taken to carrying around, waiting for the perfect moment. “He probably dropped dead of fright before actually asking,” he answered. With a slight tremble in his fingers, he managed to pop open the box to reveal the diamond ring inside. “Caroline Forbes, will you marry me?”

Her hand pressed to her mouth, Caroline nearly stopped breathing. About to break her neck nodding, she spread her hands across his chest to hold herself up. “Are you sure? This better not be just to prove to Tyler and Stefan that you won the long game, Klaus, I swear to-”

Laughing, Klaus hauled her up for a kiss, holding her face like she was precious to him. She was. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I don’t have to prove anything, not if you say yes.”

“Yes!” she said, over and over as she pressed kisses to his face. “I love you, I love you, I-”

Their quiet night was lost to kisses and celebratory calls to her parents and his siblings, to the overwhelming plans already snagging in that brilliant brain of hers, to the love he looked forward to sharing for the rest of their lives.

It’s that time of the month again.

Here are some of the best people you will ever meet (aka: the people who have received all my love lately):

lilbreck

accidental-rambler

scullylikesscience

declermontdiana

firelxdykatara

nikiforoov

adelindschade

summmersoldier

I turned off anon now, so if they feel that their opinion on me absolutely MUST be heard, they are free to put in a message off anon.

Thanks for the prompt! I only managed a bit of it but I’m trying to keep these around 1K

Caroline knocks, again,smashing the ornate knocker (that she’s pretty sure is actually gold, not that she’s surprised) against the door hardenough that the sound echoes. If Klaus can afford door bling, shouldn’t thereshould be a butler or something around to answer the door if he couldn’t bebothered to do it himself?

She’s going to have to memorize his number. For emergencies.She’d left her place in Miami in a hurry, had lost her phone at some point whenshe’d been trying to lose her tail. Since the vampires who’d so rudely bustedin the door of her condo were looking to use her for leverage and it was technically Klaus fault she’d figured hecould lend a hand. She’d need him to activate some kind of evil vampire textchain to put the word out that no, he wasn’t handing out prizes for captured doppelgängersthese days ASAP.

If he wanted to provide beignets and good booze and acontinuation of the tour he’d taken her on fifteen years ago her ire couldmaybe be cooled.

Providing he snapped his fingers and got a minion to fix hertrashed apartment, of course.

She hears footsteps on the other side of the door, a voicebelonging to an individual she’d reallybeen hoping to avoid, complaining stridently about her evening being interrupted.

Caroline pastes the politest smile she can manage on herface, quickly smooths her wrinkled sundress, knowing it’s not going to do alick of good. Rebekah’s a bit unsteady on her feet when she throws the dooropen, and not her usual perfectly coiffed self. Caroline assumes that the heavycrystal bottle in her hand, only a quarter full, can be blamed. “Well,” Rebekahdrawls, looking Caroline up and down, “isn’t this a surprise.” Her head tips tothe side, her nose wrinkling, “Or wait, did Nik know you were coming? Have youprogressed to clandestine meetings already? If so, I’ll owe Kol a large sum ofmoney and a very annoying favor and I’ll be mostdispleased.”

Caroline considers asking for more details, decides sheprobably doesn’t want to know. “No, Klaus has no idea I’m here. I would have givenhim a heads up but I couldn’t.”

“Ah, that makes more sense,” Rebekah says the words quietly,more to herself than to Caroline.

Caroline brushed on some lipstick, examining her makeup in the mirror for a final look. “I still don’t understand why Kol thinks he can butter us up with a fancy dinner. You’re clearly not going to give him the grimoire.”

“Of course not,” Bonnie snorted. She blended her highlighter a bit more, checking Caroline’s hip with her own. “But I’m willing to accept bribes to consider it. This restaurant is supposed to be amazing, and I intend to savor every bite.”

Sharing a conspiratorial smile, the girls left the bathroom to find the maître d’ waving them over. “Your party has arrived, ladies, if you’d be so kind as to follow me.” He led them back to a more private section of the dining room, which left Caroline a bit ill at ease. In all their dealings with the Mikaelsons, Kol had never been one to seek privacy. Rather, he enjoyed causing quite the commotion at every chance. For him to show some discretion meant-

“Hello, love.”

She almost turned around right there. Elijah, even Rebekah, she could deal with. But the last time she and Klaus were in the same room? Well, she had left him sleeping without so much as a “Bye, thanks for the sex!” note. Caroline had taken great care to avoid even rumors of the hybrid since, not wanting to get pulled into the confusing spiral of emotions he managed to draw from her. The only reason she was having dinner with his brother was to prevent Bonnie from going alone; the witch could handle Kol’s shenanigans, but she refused to accept the risk.

Maybe she would have had she known Klaus would be there, too.

“Ah ah ah,” Kol teased in a singsong voice, his chin rested on his hands propped on the dinner table. “If you’re not going to give me my book, I can at least make the struggle as annoying for you as it is for me. So I invited Nik along. He had the most interesting reaction, Caroline, when he heard you were involved. Care to share why that is, darling?”

Klaus glared from where he stood. “Kol, you will bite your tongue or I will feed it to you.”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline met Bonnie’s gaze for a silent negotiation. She sighed when Bonnie just sat at the table, leaving her no choice but to join her. Klaus tried to push her chair in underneath her, but she smacked his hands away. “We’re here for the food,” she said in that too sweet voice, which usually led to murder.

A charmed smile lit up his face as he took the seat across from her, those damned dimples just shadowed in the low light. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. I do hope you intend to stay to the end,” he said, an edge of warning in his pleasant tone. “I’d hate for you to miss dessert.”

She scowled as Bonnie laughed beside her, all too aware of how Klaus challenged her - and how Caroline couldn’t help but pick up whatever gauntlet he’d thrown. As gracefully as she could manage, she went about covering her lap with the napkin at her place setting.