AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one of those not-planned-at-all, curse-the-KC-edit-feels mini-drabbles that assaulted me without warning today? The lovely Kylie (thecuteoneishere on Tumblr) made an absolutely GORGEOUS Klaroline Marriage Endgame edit for Day 2 of 25 Days of Klaroline that left me emotionally wrecked yet so inspired I couldn't. help. myself.

(P.S. I promise I'm working on the other parts for my t.b.c drabbles from AU Week, y'all.)

Anyway, here's a little 'Klaroline goin' to the chapel and gonna get married' blurb. It starts out with a little bit more of a detached narrator for something different and is unbelievably fluffy. I hope you like it. :)

What an elegant and enviable affair Klaus and Caroline's wedding would be…

Imagine the stunning tiara meant only for the woman who was fit to be Klaus' queen, and the sweet ivory rose that'd be placed on the cushion of each seat to thank every honored guest for attending. Picture a cathedral draped in silks and bows and glittering golds. Think of a sunset's orange and violet glow as a lacy train unfolded behind Caroline like a petal, her blonde waves flecked in beads of hope and coming starlight, her tulle skirt swinging like a church bell with every step closer she took toward the fidgety, tuxedoed groom waiting for her in earnest before the dais.

Mesmerized, Klaus would forget to blink while she sauntered nearer like an angel without wings. He'd curse silently. Hardly surprised she'd managed to steal the breath from his lungs today without bloody trying. Taking his hand, finally arrived, Caroline would feel steady for the first time that day—and precious. Like a pearl that'd found itself a chain from which it could always shine.

The promise of forever would brim in their glistening eyes and land on their lips in rehearsed 'I promise to honor you, to cherish you' vows; their mouths anchored, trembling, as they met at the altar in married kiss. Caroline would smile afterwards, glowing with sunshine laughter. She'd reflect on their humbling and hostile beginnings with a shake of her head as they turned to face their guests, grateful to herself for never giving up on him because she always believed there was just as much fluff in him as there were rough edges. And wasn't it spectacular how she loved him more now than she loved being right?

"Most of the time, anyway…" she'd add with a wink in her mind. (You know, to keep him on his toes.)

A lump would form in Klaus' throat as he beheld his beloved bride for the first time—half from disbelief and wonder, half from adoring pride too full for him to form coherent words. "Did it happen?" he'd marvel, giving himself a pinch. "Could it be real?"

Could such a lovely creature truly be his? Was this how it was to supposed to feel—heart skipping and galloping—bursting with color—when happiness knotted all the way through a person's insides? Was this what it meant to be loved in return…or just by Caroline?

Without warning, 'aww'-ing applause would awaken them both from their dream-like stupor, reminding them they weren't the only two people in the room. In fact, they'd be far from alone. Bonnie and Elena would cry while Katherine would mutter 'it took you two long enough' under her breath. The Mikaelson siblings would cheer in the moments before they swarmed to greet the newly pronounced lovebirds in the aisle below.

Elijah, the best man, would offer Klaus a genteel and brotherly handshake, then would deposit a congratulatory kiss onto Caroline's knuckles with a dignified bow of his head. "It's an honor to welcome you to the family," he'd say. Rebekah, after swiping at tears she swore to them would never fall, would shrug, her face beaming with beautiful bridesmaid defeat because "loving [them] dearly had proven to be too bloody easy, after all." As for Kol, he'd goad Klaus for choosing such an exquisite partner in crime because 'it looked absolutely fucking hopeless for a while.' To Caroline, he'd cup his hand, waggle his eyebrows, and add in a whisper, 'if you're ever in need of a hot affair or two, darling, just remember…I'm you're guy" to which he'd a receive a pointy but playful elbow to the ribs.

A practiced orchestra would fill the chandelier'd venue with the romantic hum of cello, viola, and violin strings, the musician's fingers gliding through the movements of a Venetian waltz. Champagne flouts would raise in toast to Klaus and Caroline throughout the evening (especially now that everyone knew it was unquestionably their "thing.") Speeches would be given, and kisses would be stolen without shame or fear or surprise. An antique, three-karat pink diamond would be wrapped around the third finger of Caroline's left hand, sparkling with soft warmth amid the candlelight, resting against her knuckle like a loving throne because Klaus had gifted her the kingdom of his heart, and it was now all hers to own.

One smile, one touch of the hand was all it'd take for them to take on the world with the one who would never leave. Together, as husband and wife, they'd be plucky and full and happily bickering. Better than all of that, however, they'd be completely heedless of time. Built to last.

"May your love for me be

like

the scent of the evening sea

drifting in

through a quiet window

so i do not have to run

or chase or fall

... to feel you

all i have to do

is

breathe."

The poem at the end is by Sanober Khan. One of my favorite (and relatively newly discovered) poets. What did you think? Yay? Nay?

Comments are lovely. Until next time!

xx Ashlee Bree