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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

Sorry it took me a while (as is, sadly, usually the case with me) but believe me I’m as excited as the next person for our fast (not fast enough but I’ll die waiting) approaching endgame! So…I’ve managed to come up with this little something as my headcanon for the end of this season. Hope you enjoy!

Dust to Dust

She didn’tmean to finish the wine.

One of herpersonal traits that Caroline took the most pride in was her remarkableself-control. Half a glass of red to relax and warm up her body after a longday? Sure, why not. Finding the whole bottle gone and herself a bitlight-headed before she even knew it? Not exactly her thing.

Quietlysighing, Caroline twirled the empty glass between her fingers. She could almostpick up the tiny hum of the air gliding along the delicate curve, if not forthe incessant nagging of the rain outside the windows of her hotel suite. Noteto self: it does rain in Rome, no matter how hot and sunny her romance-maniackind of a mind pictured the ancient city.

She alsodidn’t mean to forget about checking the weather before she came here.

A call came aweek ago about a newly-manifested young werewolf roaming the area and causingtroubles. She hopped on a plane shortly after, telling herself that it was anurgent, code-orange issue that required her immediate attention, although therewas rarely an item on her schedule that wasn’t planned at least one monthbeforehand.

It was a merecoincidence that one of her informants happened to find a lead to a certainhybrid on the same day.

A lead whichwas now crossed off from the note-pad sitting right before her on the coffeetable, along with the countless other dead-ends scribbled inside.

No one hadcaught wind of him since the final battleas they’d come to call it. Cliché, and not in the least bit accurate for therewas no way this could be the end of all supernatural commotion, but somehowstill fitting in all its brutal glory and ominous implications.

Caroline hadonly heard of what happened in bits and pieces. Some of them lined up, some ofthem didn’t, but all of them led up to the biggest news of centuries in theentire supernatural community. For months it was all everyone talked about-beit a hushed whisper in the back alley, a vengeful rant fumed by booze andrecklessness, excited but clueless gossip among kids in the boarding school, orcryptic-wording posts from daring paranormal social accounts.

He was KlausMikaelson after all. If he was not imposing on your physical being, you betyour ass he would be an intruding thought in your spiritual one. There was justno going around-Caroline should know.

Still therumor was never confirmed. Not according to Caroline anyway, even if she’d seenthe look of utter desolation on Hope’s face after she’d performed the mostcomplex form of the locater spell for the hundredth time; even if Rebekah’slast message to her was lying in her inbox like a vervain bomb, to the pointwhere she felt burned whenever she touched her phone.

Nik’s gone. Just thought you should know.

But toCaroline those were just two other puzzle pieces that she held in her hand.Seemingly crucial ones, yes, but single and misplaced all the same. And shewould not stop until she got the full picture.

Board was setup in her office, turned to the back whenever anyone entered; importantevidences were pinned, lines drawn, leads and inference written in variedcolors. She remembered another board not unlike this from a lifetime ago, whenher then best friend was trying to track down the epic love of her life whiskedaway by the villain out of nowhere.

And now, afterall this time…the kidnapper went missing. The chaser became the chased.

Talk aboutkarma.

Once or twice,or more like a thousand times in the past eight months she’d thought about thepossibility of going back in time and changing it all. Of actually beingpresent at the crime scene instead of being stuck on this cold trail like therenegade cop on some outdated TV show.

But then she’dremember his face when she’d seen him last, such tenderness and vulnerabilityshining through his eyes with sheer passion like molten steel, pulling her inand swallowing her whole, and his low voice all but a whiff of smoke hauntingin his wake, “some battles are destinedto be fought alone, sweetheart.”

And fighttheir own battles they did. Only that his had already been finished, and herswas just beginning.

Or…not.

Caroline’shead snapped up the second she caught the reflection on the wall of her wineglass, the vague outlines of the figure sending a violent jolt through her deadheart, leaving her entire chest paralyzed and aching. Putting down the glasswith a shaky hand, she slowly trod to her glass balcony door, her eyesfixated on the dark shadow of a man on the opposite side.

She hated somuch to admit that with unkempt hair and eight-month worth of beard, drenchedto the bones in rain and weariness, Klaus Mikaelson was still the hottest manshe’d ever seen.

But Klaus’hotness had never saved him from her sharp tongue.

“When Ipictured our possible Rome encounter, I was thinking more along the lines of Roman Holiday with a supernaturalhappy-ending twist, not Pretty Woman.”She stopped two steps from the door, crossing her arms.

Klaus eyed herwith a half-smile, “one of these days I’ll be sure to get to the bottom of allyour lovely little references, Caroline.”

Carolinesnorted, gesturing towards him with her index finger, “this is a little toocreepy, even for you.”

“I’m afraidyou’ll have to be more specific, love.” Klaus repaid her with a cheeky grin.

“Fine, let mespell it out for you. You appear on my balcony at night, in the rain, without asound, after having gone missing for eight whole months.” She tilted her headslightly to the side, silently taking in the rigidness of his body, “like Isaid, creepy.”

“Missing?” Klaus croaked out as iftasting the word on his tongue, a bitterness creeping into his smirk, “that iscertainly an interesting euphemism.”

“So you didfake your own death.” Her eyes sharply bore into his, and the subtle flick ofhis eyelashes was all the confirmation she needed.

Klaus held hergaze almost defiantly for a while before sighing, shaking his head, “and Iwould have stayed dead, if not for your persistent pursuit almost blowing mycover.” He licked his lips, his eyes once again meeting hers, “you’ve been mostdevoted to your students, Headmistress Forbes.”

Even hismasked hesitancy was scorching, the inconspicuous pauses smoldering withunspoken desire and despair.

“Last Ichecked you didn’t exactly fit into the criteria of young and gifted, you know. More like old and temperamental,” Caroline’sface softened at the slight widening of Klaus’ eyes as he registered the truemeaning behind her words, “and impossible to get rid of.”

“You almostmade it sound like a bad thing.”

“Well Icouldn’t decide until I knew for sure, now could I?” Caroline shrugged, “it waslike, Schrodinger’s Hybrid, orwhatever.” She pointed a finger at his raised eyebrows, “don’t say a word. Youcan’t even begin to imagine what you can pick up among a bunch of modern-ageteenagers.”

Klaus clampedhis lips shut with an amused look on his face like he normally did in thesesituations, but Caroline found that she couldn’t even bring herself to getannoyed this time. Even with the glass door between them she could sense thetension pulling at his muscles, the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his brain,the hopelessly unquenched thirst withering away in every fiber of his being,all while they continued with their light-hearted banter as if nothing hadhappened.

But something did happen.

Something thatput invisible lines at the corner his eyes and unnoticeable wrinkles on hisforehead. Something that dragged him and slowed him down even when he stoodtall and still. Something that managed to further age this ageless being-ifthat was at all possible.

Overpowered bya sudden urge to get closer to him, Caroline slid the door open in one swiftmove.

A whirlwind ofsensations instantly hit her vampire senses like she just stepped under awaterfall, and for a moment there she couldn’t breathe, drowned in those keyelements that tingled her skin, infiltrated her lungs and echoed on her tastebuds: Rain. Rome. Klaus.

“And it seemsthat my persistent pursuit paid off.”She carefully kept her voice leveled and her breaths even-one word louder thannecessary and one intake deeper, and she knew she would be done for.

Klaus had thatmuch of an effect on her. Caroline had long since made peace with that fact.

And ever sinceshe stopped blocking out whatever connection sparkling between the two of them,some other details that she once overlooked on purpose became painfully clear.Like how Klaus’ whole being tilted towards her without taking a single stepwhenever she was in the vicinity. A shift in his weight, a tiny turn of hisjaw, an extra layer of allure in his already sinful voice-she didn’t even thinkit was intentional.

“I always knewyou were as stubborn as you were smart, sweetheart.” There was an unusual glintdeep in his eyes, kind of like the one she spotted in the young werewolf’s eyeswhen she left him with a regional pack that was willing to take him in. Partrelieved, part wistful. The kind when you knew you were done roaming alone.

Sensing hisunease, she changed into a lighter tone, “it takes more than some supernaturalgossip to make me fall for your little ruse, you know.”

“Wouldn’tdream of it, love.” Klaus chuckled softly, hanging his head, a curl of hisunruly hair falling into his left eye.

BeforeCaroline realized it, her hand had already reached out on its own accord,gently smoothing the lock to the side. His skin was still wet from the rain,yet so hot to the touch she wondered why there wasn’t any steam forming underher fingers.

As if notrealizing it himself, Klaus leaned into her touch until his temple was restingin the half-hold of her palm. The joint sigh from the unexpected wave ofcomfort charging through startled them both.

Klaus startedto pull away, albeit agonizingly slow, and the emptiness accumulating inCaroline’s palm felt just as palpable as his warm flesh. Acting on pureinstinct, she let her fingers follow his movement attentively, sliding down hisstubbled cheek until they hovered over his jaw line, the friction propelling aninaudible purr from the back of her throat.

“I see the oldsaying still has some merit in it-” Klaus whispered, his breath tickling thetender skin between her fingers, and shivers went through her like an eveningbreeze saturated with the drizzle, making her insides incredibly soft andmellow, “distance does makes the heart grow fonder.”

Apparentlythat inaudible purr was not soinaudible to vampire hearing after all.

Carolinehuffed a little, but her thumb rubbing circles against his jaw was gentle asever, “smug, aren’t we? Never heard of the saying about alleged death makingthe ego grow bigger though.”

Klaus widenedhis eyes, feigning innocence, “why love, I was actually talking about myself.But it’s always flattering to learn that the feeling is mutual.” His lipscurled into a devilish smirk, “though I shouldn’t really be surprised, given thatyou’ve traveled across the ocean for an allegedlydead person.”

“Alleged being the key word.” Carolinewiggled her eyebrows at him, “and if you’ve ever been a mean girl in highschool, you know not to take anything at face value.”

“Can’t saythat I have.” Klaus softly snorted, a playful shimmer dancing in his eyes, “butI guess being an evil villain for athousand years would somewhat suffice.”

“More orless.” Caroline nodded haughtily, biting her lips to keep a straight face, butfailed miserably as a string of laughter rippled out of her. Shaking, her handfell off from his cheek, only to be secured back to its previous place by his.

Carolinecleared her throat, “I’m getting the hang of it anyway.” There was a puzzledlook in Klaus’ eyes, but he didn’t push her, content with just letting hervoice flow around him, while feeling her skin under his callused fingers.

“Imean…there’s always all this rumor about the original hybrid surrounding me.A massacre here, a bit of a torture there, some vicious scheming once in awhile. You know, the usual.” She rolled her eyes a little out of habit, and hemerely hummed, the sound vibrating low in his chest, and Caroline was suddenlymade hyper aware of their proximity.

She loweredher voice accordingly, her eyes stumbling straight into the blue-grey tempestof his, and she weathered it like someone set on chasing the storm, “andthen…there’s you.”

Damaged,troubled, unbelievably lost; wary, earnest, secretly expectant…warm. Living. Real.

His eyes burnther like a hellfire and Caroline could swear his irises were flashing amber fora split second, the beast in him bursting from the barely-held seams. But adeep inhale later he settled for a dark smirk, his eyes now downcast, “do Ilive up to the rumors?”

Carolinesighed, “give yourself some more credit, Klaus.”

“Now don’t goall soft on me, love.” He shook his head a little, humorless chuckle boominginside, faintly like the hauling from a ghost house, “I’m much too jaded foryour pity.”

Damn him for his sorrow-filled dimples.

Caroline couldsee the dark shadows struggling on his face, violent and rampant like some wildcarnivorous vines, or a deadly spell that she once saw a coven of witchesperform in her travels which created a dreadful mark that grew from thevictim’s extremities right to their heart. She didn’t know if she knew him sowell that she could see through his usually airtight façade or if what’d beeneating him inside was just powerful enough to tear that façade apart.

Whatever itwas, she would not leave it alone ashe was probably wishing with all his will power.

Instead sheput a little more pressure under his jaw, gently but firmly forcing him to lookinto her eyes, “do you really think that low of me? Or yourself?”

He staredmotionlessly at her, his face perfectly blank save for the flash ofregistration of his own words thrown back at him. The rain poured down harderin that long drawn-out moment, the wind picking up, stumbling through branchesand buildings and everything in between, but all the noises in the world couldnot have drowned out the deafening silence between them.

Klaus’s hairwas soon all soaked again from the rain blown towards her balcony, drips ofwater gathering on his eyelashes until it finally got overload, and he blinked,heavy and disoriented, the raindrop sliding down his face like a tear, but hiseyes were dry as a lifeless wilderness, cracking into bottomless gorges.

“I don’t know whatto bloody think anymore, Caroline.”

Caroline heardhis whisper in the raging storm, followed by the breaking of her own heart, asshe watched his face crumble in front of her into ruins, and an irrationalvindictive thought filled her heart that the ancient city below their feetshould instantly collapse from the tempest around them, that he should not be the only one fallingapart.

Not alone.

“Then don’t.”She heard herself whisper back, still holding his gaze as her trembling lipsapproached his.

The secondtheir lips touched Caroline knew her senses from earlier were correct-he didtaste like rain. And Rome. And mostly,Klaus. In contrast to his skin, his lips were cold, so Caroline didn’t holdanything back as she licked and sucked and swallowed down anything that stolehis temperature. The raindrops resting on the corner of his mouth, the windcutting through, the initial wince and freezing from Klaus himself, theloneliness, fear and defeat slithering down the surface.

She took them all.

Soon they wereall tangled up without a way out-eager tongues, hot breaths, clinging limbs,incoherent moans. His hand was holding the back of her head to him with so muchforce while his tongue plunged through her mouth, as if he didn’t know whichcould get him closer to her faster.

Carolinereached up to lose her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, addingjust the right amount of pressure while her pinky gently brushed his pulsepoint. The gesture seemed to ground him, as Klaus’ motions became less frantic.He retreated his tongue a little to more thoroughly ravage her already swollenlips, his body slowly relaxing only to envelop her in a steaming cocoon asevery curve of them fit seamlessly into each other.

The onlynon-Klaus sensation floating in the peripheral of her consciousness was theraindrops sizzling at the back of her exposed hand.

When theyfinally pulled back, both breathing hard, Caroline cupped Klaus’ cheek againwith her hand that was caressing his chest just seconds ago, “I’m glad. That youare alive.”

They werestill so close she could almost feel the shape of his smile with her own.

“You don’tseem too surprised.”

She shrugged alittle, “I’ve only once truly believed in your demise, and that was a long timeago.”

And sheliterally danced on his grave that time. How things have changed.

“Not even whenyou came to New Orleans for the first time?” His tone was so casual it took agood two seconds before his question sank in.

“What…? Howdid you…?” Her own inquiries died on her tongue before they fully made out ofher lips. Of course he knew. And it suddenly dawned on Caroline that one of thereasons she could be so…her aroundhim was because deep down, she always assumed that he knew.

So she justshook her head, “not even then.”

He lowered hiseyes, a ghost of a smile donning the corner of his lips, “it warms my heartthat you would seek my help in times of need, Caroline,” even through hishooded eyelashes the intensity of his gaze still penetrated her like lightening, electric flames roaring through her veins, “but it alsopains me that I was not there to lessen your woes.”

Caroline couldhear his tiny gasp when she pressed her lips to his cheek, “then it’s a goodthing I’m here for yours.”

He stared ather for a long minute, an amazed look softening every line on his face, as ifhe couldn’t quite believe she was real, “in these past months I’ve wondered ifthis was what it felt like on the other side. Watching on the sideline, alllinks to the living severed…as far as the rest of the world’s concerned, I nolonger exist.”

He was tryinghard to contain the tremor in his voice, but his tightening grip aroundCaroline’s waist gave him away, “and yet now, looking at you…” he blinked a fewtimes, searching her face for something that Caroline suspected even he himselfwasn’t sure was there. But he clearly found it, as he let out a quiet sigh, theblue in his eyes stilling to a mirror in which Caroline could see her ownsearching ones, “I think I’ve found my anchor.”

Caroline couldpractically feel his gaze brushing every inch of her, drinking her in like shewas the only color in a world of endless grey.

She knew itwas a skewered perception. And she would show it to him, starting tomorrow-Romehad the richest colors you could dream of, the murals, the architecture, thefruits and wine, the sun…she would show him all. But today she would just focuson getting him dry and clean. That was enough for now.

So she tookhis hand and wordlessly led him into the secluded light and warmth of her room.

With a smilethat for the first time tinted his eyes that night, he wordlessly let her.

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