Eliliyah

Klaroline writer with severe logorrhea. DM me on Discord: Eliliyah#0999

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WIP Wednesday

Still working on the next chapter of my Klaroline AU mafia story, An Offer He Can’t Refuse. Here’s another peek:

Chapter 24:

“Of course, brother. We’re just so happy you’re on the mend and soon we can start planning for the future,” Rebekah quickly chimed in, gently squeezing his hands that were nearly free of the IV bruises. 

Klaus was touched by their obvious concern. While they’d never outwardly said it, it was clear they were worried about his safety. His continued safety in this world. Because a part of Klaus wanted to stay here even after everything that had happened. He swallowed hard, the sharp pang of guilt rising because he'd emphasized his wounds to stall for more time. His siblings didn’t deserve this added stress. 

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Just posted the full chapter! Please read and review here.

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Klaroline Fanfic Week

Welcome to Klaroline Fanfic Week!

About our event:

Hey guys! We’re doing a Klaroline fanfic event for July 2026! Each week in July will be a different theme and you can create as many Klaroline works as you’d like (fics, one-shots, drabbles, a few paragraphs, entire WIP chapters, aesthetics/mood boards, art, etc.) for each theme. We’re announcing it really early to give you guys lots of time to work on your creations for the event!

Week 1 [July 1-July 5, 2026] – Canonish: We’re looking for Klaroline-centric works that operate within canon — sort of. Have you always wanted to fix the irritating things that canon got wrong? Or, maybe show that conversation or scene that canon selfishly denied us? Here’s your chance!

Week 2 [July 6-July 12, 2026] – Historical: We’re looking for Klaroline-centric works set in a historical time period. Human, supernatural or something in between — just put Klaroline in any time period you find fascinating! 

Week 3 [July 13-July 19, 2026] – Crime: We’re looking for Klaroline-centric works that feature criminal and/or law enforcement elements like mafia, spies, courtroom, murder mystery, grifters, prison, etc.

Week 4 [July 20-July 26, 2026] – Science fiction: We’re looking for Klaroline-centric works with science fiction elements. Time travel, aliens, space travel, insidious AI or other diabolical technology, futuristic, dystopian, genetic experiments, etc. — pick any kind of sci-fi you like and put a Klaroline twist on it!

Week 5 [July 27-July 31, 2026] – Soulmates: We’re looking for Klaroline-centric works about soulmates. Do they have soul marks, share thoughts or injuries? Were they fated to be soul mates, or did nature force the issue? Pick whatever soul mate elements you can come up with and feature Klaroline.

To participate in the event:

For each designated week, post your works on tumblr and be sure to tag us within the post @klarolinefanficweek. 

Be sure to like and reblog everyone’s works so we can enjoy everyone’s creativity!

If we overlooked your works in our reblogs and recaps, please send us the links!

And feel free to post sneak peeks of your works for the event whenever you like and be sure to tag us within the post @klarolinefanficweek.

Have fun and thanks for participating!

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Klaroline fanfic update: Found

Still working on the next chapter of my canonish Klaroline story, Found. Here's another peek:

Chapter 21

It wasn’t a surprise that Klaus blurred to her side and lightly touched her arm. Through her haze of anger and confusion, Caroline appreciated that it wasn’t a grab — this wasn’t a forced touch. No matter how much of a monster he was, he was weirdly respectful. Except when he wasn’t, she stubbornly reminded herself.

All those cruel things he’s said and done. Murders and torture and betrayal and even his own siblings don’t completely trust him. Stop lying to yourself — this is about Klaus fucking you after he regained his memories — but didn’t remember everything they’d shared in the cabin. He tricked you and then was an asshole about it and played stupid mind games and THAT’S why you’re upset.

The steel in his gaze was back, and Caroline looked away from the intensity she saw there. “I’m going to court you. And win you,” he announced with all the confidence and bluster of an immortal asshat.

Well, at least he’s not playing mind games anymore.

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Just posted the full chapter! Please read and review here.

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I absolutely did the tourist thing when my friends wanted to take me to Conyers, GA. Had a blast.

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I absolutely did the tourist thing when my friends wanted to take me to Conyers, GA. Had a blast.

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Still working on the next chapter of my Klaroline canonish story, Found. Here’s another peek:

Kol inexplicably said, “Red velvet cookies. You sent red velvet cookies home with Rebekah during one of your rubbish movie nights and said they were for me.” 

“Yeah? I mean, I remember,” Caroline slowly nodded, trying to figure out what the big deal was. She and Rebekah had marathoned Drag Race and she’d shown her how to make cream cheese-filled red velvet cookies. And offhandedly packed up an extra box for Kol. She hadn’t given it much thought at the time. But apparently Kol had.   

Kol’s brow furrowed as he seemed to be thinking very hard. “You’re absurdly kind without expecting anything out of it. Bobbing along as though life is all lollies and fluffy bunnies — it’s utter bollocks and...and you have to...I mean, for fuck’s sake you must...it’s nice, is all.” 

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Finally posted the full chapter! You can read and review here.

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WIP Wednesday

Still working on the next chapter of my Klaroline canonish story, Found. Here’s another quick look:

“Earning trust is just the first step. It’s keeping that trust which is the greater challenge — but it’s made far easier if you know the rules,” Kol interjected with a sly wink in Caroline’s direction. He wiggled his toes at the manicurist rubbing in fragrant eucalyptus cuticle oil.

At Rebekah’s pointed throat clearing, he rolled his eyes and huffed, “Fine. And I also deeply regret the...unfortunate incident with April that greatly inconvenienced you and Rebekah.” Briefly pausing, he added thoughtfully, “Although I suppose it inconvenienced April most of all.” 

At Caroline’s unimpressed scowl, Kol hastily amended, “Right. Bad form that. Sorry.”

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Klaroline fanfic update: The Tart with Bite

Just posted the first chapter of my new Klaroline multi-chap, The Tart with Bite!

It's a Historical Regency AU human; I used my one-shots A Beautiful Symmetry: Chapter 194 and Perhaps One Day: Chapter 41 as the foundation. Happy reading!

It all started with a drunken duel, a favorite morning coat damaged, and an irate shopgirl. It would end in marvelously disreputable behavior, unseemly liaisons and brash commoners who understand how to seize every opportunity.

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Klaroline Fanfic Update: An Offer He Can't Refuse

Working on the next chapter of my Klaroline mafia AU, An Offer He Can’t Refuse. Here’s yet another sneak peek:

Chapter 21

Caroline pulled Klaus from his dark thoughts by tapping him twice on the thigh — their signal. He nodded in understanding and carefully made his way toward the area of the loft where the view was mostly obscured by an obnoxious neon signshaped like bare breasts with pierced nipples.            

They each pulled out screwdrivers and went to work on the pair of mounting brackets that Lexi cleverly suggested they tackle rather than the chains or the wall anchors. It would be the perfect distraction. And weapon. 

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Just posted the full chapter here; happy reading!

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Working on the next chapter of my Klaroline canonish story, Found. Here's a quick peek:

Chapter 19

            Her face itched underneath what smelled like last night’s dinner. But Caroline had agreed to do this spa day with Elena and Bonnie after they won the gift basket at the charity auction, and other than having moldy vegetables rubbed into her skin, it had been a fun day. Bonnie had delighted them with hilarious stories about visiting with some of her Gram’s old students and finding out that “skinny dip Sundays” were a thing. No wonder Grams always had “all day office hours” on Sundays. 

            Elena had downloaded to her phone a bunch of their old scrapbooks from cheer camp and dance camp and they giggled over tacky frosted eyeshadow and extra-low rise jeans and that time Elena tried (and failed) to convince them that hot pink highlights didn’t look stupid.

            Caroline removed the cucumber slices from her eyes and grinned at her friends who were arguing over Bridesmaids. Again. From underneath the enormous plastic cap holding her goopy hair mask in place, Elena asserted, “Annie purposely tried to ruin Lillian’s wedding because she was jealous of her friend. Plus, she was definitely threatened by Lillian’s friendship with Helen.”

            Bonnie scoffed hard enough that her own cucumber slices flew off along with a wide strip of bright orange wax from her face mask. “Annie lost her bakery and basically all her money and probably was going into even more debt keeping up with all the wedding bullshit Lillian kept shoving down her throat. Lillian never thought about how her decisions affected people she supposedly cared about! The world doesn’t revolve around Lillian!” 

            Wow. Caroline raised an eyebrow at that. Especially given the unexpected iciness that Bonnie delivered. What was going on?  

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Just posted the full chapter! Please read and review here.

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Aesthetic for my Klaroline story, A Killer Kink.

Caroline is the wildly successful author of an erotica series and now her famous scenes seem to have inspired a disturbing series of ritualistic murders. Enter Klaus, the flirty detective with his own demons lurking below that smirking surface. While on the trail of a serial killer, they’ll get wrapped up in the seductive world of BDSM—and each other.

Please review here.

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Klaroline Fanfic Update: An Offer He Can't Refuse

Working on the next chapter of my Klaroline AU mafia story, An Offer He Can't Refuse. Here's a quick peek:

Chapter 20

            His waking was not gentle. But considering everything that came next, it would be the kindest interaction Klaus would have for a while. “Get up,” Caroline’s voice seemed to call out to him from very far away. The urgent, jagged noise echoed in his skull, making Klaus very aware that he somehow managed to finish off that lovely bottle of single malt a bartender must’ve hidden behind a dented ice bucket. He groaned, lips unexpectedly vibrating against the slick bar top surface he appeared to have passed out on at some point.        

            Caroline let out an impatient huff, and followed it up by an uncharitable poke to his shoulder. “Seriously, move your ass, Klaus.”

            He managed to roll off the ledge and plant his feet without vomiting, so he considered it a victory. Rubbing his aching forehead, he muttered petulantly, “What?” He squinted at her in the dull glow of the antique lamp she’d switched on. Ah. He fuzzily recognized the stone walls of the private tasting room. How the devil had he managed to navigate the narrow spiral stairs down here to the private tasting cellar? He’d been quite drunk. “Kol” drunk.

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Just posted the full chapter! You can read and review here.

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WIP Wednesday

Still working on the next chapter of my Klaroline AU mafia story, An Offer He Can’t Refuse; here's another peek:

Bonnie looked up from the rapid-fire texting she’d been doing to announce, “Liv and Elena are rattling a few cages, so we should have Kol’s exact location before the day’s out.”

            “Or, you could have it right now.”

            The group all turned at Aurora’s confident announcement, taken aback as she and Anna dragged across the threshold a struggling, cursing man bound and gagged with what looked like a colorful collection of dog leashes. Klaus refused to ask, but knew in his heart that the girls only had an abundance of dog leashes because of Kol.

At first, Klaus mistakenly thought it was Stefan — the fluffy, over-styled mess on top of his head looked familiar — but upon second glance, he realized this must be a relative. Whoever he was, his countenance was a tired, haggard version of Stefan that somehow felt lazy. Even the burning glares he kept sending at the group seemed uninspired.

            “Silas,” Caroline icily addressed the trussed-up intruder as Anna slammed her heel to the back of his calves and forced him to kneel, “I see the Salvatores didn’t bother sending a useful minion.”

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Still working on the next chapter of my Klaroline AU mafia story, An Offer He Can’t Refuse. Here’s another sneak peek:

Again, Klaus was struck by the solemn, intense sorrow on display. These women were mourning their sister and it was difficult to imagine that any of them were less than earnest in their grief. 

            He noticed the rigid line of Caroline’s shoulders as she accepted hugs from each of her girls. Caroline was watching them too. The least little movement or hair out place was being filed away for Caroline to contemplate later on. That’s his girl. Loyal to her bones — but never stupid.

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Just posted the full chapter; please read and review here.

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Klaroline fanfic update: An Offer He Can't Refuse

Working on the next chapter of my Klaroline mafia AU, An Offer He Can't Refuse. Here's a quick peek:

Chapter 18:

            It shouldn’t have been like this. Rebekah should’ve been protected from this madness. But Klaus knew he only had himself to blame — the moment Rebekah had expressed an interest in joining them here at the brewery, he should’ve stopped her from coming. She would’ve gotten distracted by something shiny and flitted off on a new, safe adventure and would never know about this world.

            Instead, his sister was curled up in a narrow chair near the front of the clinic, her limbs tangled together as she stared blankly at the flecked gray tile. She may never enter his office again. Not that he blamed her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go back in his office either. 

He’d seen plenty of carnage during his time at the ER, but he’d always been able to maintain a clinical detachment that used to garner a wary praise from his superiors. But this — this was a horror he couldn’t begin to understand. 

Someone had shipped a box of mangled body parts to his office.

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Finally posted the full chapter! Please read and review here.

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Klaroline fanfic update: An Offer He Can't Refuse

Getting really close to wrapping up the next chapter of my Klaroline mafia AU, An Offer He Can't Refuse. Here's a peek:

Chapter 17: Safe, Albeit Fragile

The soft click of the carved doors at Caroline’s suite drew Klaus’ attention. A quick glance at the corner of his laptop screen revealed it was nearly 2AM. He raised an eyebrow in surprise; he’d initially intended to review and organize medical histories on a few of the girls while waiting up for Caroline, but then got caught up ordering supplies as he noticed an ongoing pattern of muscle strain and friction burn. He ordered a case of pain-relieving gel and antibiotics ointment. Apparently Kol was incorrigible.             

She paused at the edge of the thick burgundy rug with gold filigree, blue eyes going wide as she realized Klaus was still awake. Even in the low light of the brass sconces, he saw the dark, wet stains that covered her sleek black jumpsuit. Bloodstains. 

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Just posted the full chapter! Please read and review here.

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Here's another peek at the next chapter of my Klaroline mafia AU, An Offer He Can't Refuse:

Chapter 17: Safe, Albeit Fragile

Looking rather pale, Kol groaned, “Will you two stop jostling me about! Mind the wounded, yeah?” He asked in an absurdly hopeful voice, “And see about calling Aurora and Lexi down here so they can service me with some urgent care.”

            Klaus and Rebekah traded exasperated looks as they aided Kol in gingerly climbing onto a padded treatment table. “You appear to have a mild groin strain given your difficulty moving your leg and hip. Aurora’s getting a well-deserved rest after being up half the night monitoring Bree’s fever. And considering Lexi was with you when it happened, I’m disinclined to invite her in case you convince her that shagging you into moderate groin strain seems like a right treat.”

            Kol huffed petulantly. “It wasn’t Lexi’s fault; I forgot to give it a proper stretch before we hauled out the stirrups, and, well, I’m man enough to admit that the impish creature gave me a bit of a surprise when she brought out the leaf blower instead of the riding crop.”