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Choosing Life
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Concluida, Has publicado sep 06, 2018
ALTERNATE ENDING TO THE ORIGINALS SERIES FINALE
(This story will contain spoilers to The Originals series finale...DUH)
Klaus made a promise a long time ago... "He's your first love, I intend to be your last." I want Klaus to be able to keep that promise.

I was left SO unsatisfied with the way that The Originals ended things with Klaus. I invested in Klaus and his story, especially since I watched the majority of both the Vampire Diaries and The Originals as they were released. One of my biggest ships in The Vampire Diaries was Klaroline. I loved the character relationship and always thought the two of them deserved more than they got together. With the series finale of TO, we got to see part of what could have been if Klaus hadn't died. I want to give that storyline a chance. 


**oneshot**
I don't own the Vampire Diaries or The Originals ;)
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