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@everythingisklaroline-blog
Hey everybody, I just wanted to take a small moment of appreciation for all the love and greatness that was Klarolineauweek !
Thanks to the people that spent time and energy to organize this event !
Thank you to all the people that gave us something to read or stare in awe at, you’re awesome.
And thank you also to everybody that reads and likes every contribution for every theme.
May the fandom never die !
Klaroline AU Week | October 16th-22nd, 2017 | Conclusion
It’s the end of Klaroline AU Week 2017, and I wanted to say thank you, to everybody who participated with their works of art and stories. They were all wonderful to read and see. This was the first time I’ve included my own work in a project, and I’m proud I was able to contribute to KC AU Week! Also, Happy Halloween. I know it’s a bit early, but better early than never! - Kylie
Here are links so everything is in the same place and easily accessible:
AU: Crossovers and Fusions
AU: Adversaries
AU: Sci Fi and Post Apocalypse
AU: All Human
AU: Mythology and Creatures
AU: Canon-ish
AU: Trope x Trope
Big thanks to Jo @fanfantasticworld for creating the gorgeous grapics for this round!
And as always I’d like to thank everyone who participated! To the writers and the artists but also to everyone who liked/commented/reblogged and tagged etc. Part of the fun in creating is sharing it with other people so feedback is essential and much appreciated!
See y’all at @klaroweenweekend!
Day Seven - Wrap Up!
And another fantastic round of klarolineauweek is done! Here’s the roundup of the last day, AU: Trope x Trope. Let me know if I missed something and I’ll throw up the post with the links to all the days shortly.
FIC:
Bury Secrets In Our Green Land by @purestheartslove
Energy by @nanaswhispers
You’re The Nicest Thing (Part Two) by @lalainajanes
Royally Engaged by @she-walked-away
A Rosy Thorn In My Side by @gooddame
Magic Madness by @lalainajanes
Strange Coincidences by @kickassfu
Delayed Effects by @honestgrins
ART:
kc au week | day 7 · Trope x Trope by @howeverlongs (Harry Potter)
↳ College X Forced Proximity: Seven minutes in heaven by @joey-prue
kc au week | day 7 · Trope x Trope by @howeverlongs (Royalty)
Little Red & The Big Bad Wolf by @planetpierce
Klaroline AU Week | Day 7 | Trope x Trope | Little Red & The Big Bad Wolf
“Your claws are shining bright in the dark.”
A special thanks for all the writers and gifset/graphic makers for sharing their incredible work during the #klarolineauweek . You are all incredibly talented , it’s amazing!!
I wanted to take a moment this morning to send out a massive THANK YOU to anyone who wrote, read, gif’d, aesthetic’d, reblogged, reviewed, or supported Klaroline AU Week 2017. Also, I’d particularly like to thank the lovely Laine @everythingisklaroline for running and organizing another fantastic event this year.
The KC fandom is full of so many wonderful and talented individuals, and I’m forever blown away by the creativity, encouragement, and excitement you all put forth. I can’t wait to finish reading and sifting through all the content I know I missed. :)
Thank you all for making fandom life such a blast! You’re the best! xx
Thanks, Ashlee! I also look forward to getting to read everything!
Delayed Effects || Klaroline
Klaroline AU Week Day 7: Trope x Trope
Caroline loved magic and the puzzles it presented, and she was never one to turn down a challenge. As she learns while attending the Magical Alliance Conference, Klaus Mikaelson is nothing but a challenge. (HP x Soulmates AU)
Intent on making some sort of progress, Caroline stared at her brainstorming list, hoping for any spark of inspiration. A quiet Sunday in Ilvermorny’s library was usually enough for her to focus, the only distraction was half of her study group being annoyingly productive.
Bonnie pointed her wand toward her notebook, the open page swathed in multicolored patches of highlighter ink. Mumbling softly, she smiled as an overwhelming scent of blueberries surrounded their table.
As uncomfortable as the intense smell was, Caroline’s eyes didn’t water until the blueberries were abruptly replaced by a sour pinch of lemon. “Bonnie!”
She had already moved from yellow to pink, a sickeningly sweet rosewater taking over. “Sorry,” Bonnie winced. “Too strong?”
“Just a bit.” Huffing out her own disappointment, Caroline faked an encouraging smile. “At least your charm is working, I can’t even think of an idea for my final project.”
“You just need a problem to solve,” Bonnie shrugged. “That’s how I found mine. I used to trick myself into remembering algebra by studying with peppermints, then eating them during the test. With my scented highlighter spell, I can associate each subject with a particular smell. Maybe I’ll actually pass Arithmancy with better than an Ordinary.”
Caroline frowned. “You really hate numbers, don’t you?”
Nodding gravely, Bonnie focused again on her work. “So much.”
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Strange Coincidences
Last day of kc au week, i just wanted to write something cause it was my bday, and i didn’t have time and its late and this shit is short af and there’s nothing to it uwahhhh i hope you like it anyway. If you’re actually interested I promise I’ll write like a sequel where I actually flesh out the story a bit more i don’t know, kill me pls.
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Strange Coincidences
It was strange; honestly it was beyond strange, and way too coincidental, so much so that Caroline was confused about how she apparently had been the only one to even notice it. The new vigilante had a british accent, dirty blond hair, blue eyes and had started appearing on the streets - breaking bones and kicking ass - a month ago. You know who else transferred into her wonderful college a month ago, had blond hair, blue eyes and just happened to be british? Klaus Freaking Mikaelson. Still, there was no one making the connection, how? She always thought the whole Clark Kent and Superman thing very dumb, like how could they not see that the dude just took his glasses off? In retrospective, Caroline wondered if she had wasted too much of her time making her disguise perfect, after all everyone in her town was a moron that wouldn’t notice if you were a vigilante even if every signal pointed to you.
Did he know?
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When brainstorming for the last round of Klaroline Vacay (for @thetourguidebarbie hence Harry Potter) this idea got scribbled out. It works for today (HP AU x Mates) so I decided to use it.
Magic Madness
Caroline bends low over the handle of her broom, squinting into the thick tree cover, looking for any sign of civilization. Her warming charms are wearing off and she’d stopped being able to feel her fingers a couple of minutes ago.
Well, relatively speaking. Google had told her that this particular corner of England was barely populated. The terrain would have made settlements difficult and muggles apparently hadn’t bothered to try, leery because of some silly urban legends. Caroline was fairly certain that said stories had been bandied about by wizards. The forest she’s hovering over naturally contained an abundance of potions ingredients, some of which were reluctant to flourish in greenhouses.
Well, so far. Caroline was a potioneer by trade but she’s always excelled at Herbology. She had some theories, ideas to try, and intended to grab some clippings to take with her back home.
Assuming she didn’t freeze to death and plummet to the ground, her body never to be found.
Caroline shakes herself, wincing. That had been a little melodramatic, even for her. The setting was clearly getting to her, the nearly full moon and rustling trees were right out of a horror movie.
She focuses on her task once more, hoping for chimney smoke or even evidence of a path. Kol had sworn that his brother had a cottage out here Caroline needed to speak to him. Kol had warned her that his brother wasn’t fond of company but Caroline had been determined. Four years of work were at stake and she wasn’t about to give up. She’d arranged an international portkey and had taken rooms at the closest wizarding village.
Her owls had gone unanswered, the poor birds returning exhausted and bedraggled. Klaus Mikaelson’s floo was set to private and the stone faced English Ministry worker Caroline had tried to sweet talk had been unmoved by her considerable charms, wouldn’t bend the rules and help her make the call.
Kind of a blow to her ego, if she was being honest.
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A Rosy Thorn In My Side
This is a Royal/hidden identity/ forced proximity drabble series I’ve concocted for the lovely @kickassfu on her birthday today! She’s working so she won’t see this until much later but when she does I hope she’s pleased with what I’ve done. And if you have not wished her a happy birthday yet please do!
*Big tones of fluff and surly natures*
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The Prelude:
Caroline felt the sheets tug as she propelled her body over the side of the castle’s window with a deep reliving sigh only to inhale the smell of the red hair dye that had caused her troubles this afternoon. Not two days back from America and she was done with them all, the rules, etiquette and worse marriage proposals. She had just graduated from Brown and felt very much independent in her own right so coming back here felt like a step backward, it was just hair.
She felt her arms burn with strain as she lugged her body down the side careful to keep away from the windows and lights lest the guards see her. Guards, she was done with the whole lot of them, following her practically into the bathroom. Why? Who knows? Her knee hit the brick exterior making her wince as she dropped the last few feet to the ground with a thump sound of her hitting the soft grass.
The Princess thought about just lying there in commiseration, why was she even out here but to blow off steam, soon someone would see her walking the grounds alone. Her eyebrows rose at the thought of someone calling her mother out here and she felt a new wind strike her as she lifted herself up and off of the ground brushing off the bruised grass from her leather jacket and tight black jeans she wasn’t allowed to wear anymore.
Caroline barely had time to garner a look around the grounds when she heard rustling over where the rose bushes seemed to hide beneath her bedroom and an arm manifested pulling her behind it. Her first impulse was to scream when a large hand set itself over her mouth muffling the sound that tried to escape her. Her eyelids opened settling on the most gorgeous tidal wave blue eyes she’d ever encountered.
Klaus heard his heart beating in his ears as another deep set of footsteps crossed the walkway mere feet from where they stood as he set this stranger against the wall in their sequestered area. He had hoped that the Princess would have been keeping most of them busy now that she was back allowing him to escape but clearly he had been wrong. Mikael had made the day a horrendous experience already plotting how the Princess’s arrival could benefit him in some way and yet all Klaus could thing about was the most gorgeous emerald eyes he’d ever seen looking back at him,
“And who are you,” his British lit whispered as if just as mesmerized as she was causing Caroline to both sigh in relief and buzz with awareness.
She blinked in misunderstanding, was he not here to kidnap her or had he truly no idea who she was, “I’m Car,” she stumbled as his leg bumped her bruised knee, “I’m Princess Caroline’s friend from America,” she answered with a lie.
He paused as if suspecting of her, Caroline was rewarded with a dimpled grin instead of an inquisition, “No name?” he probed his grin forming a devilish smirk that did things to Caroline as he pushed off of her, “I promise lovely, I’m not a serial killer.”
His hands slid off of her arms as she shook her head that she wouldn’t give one with an albeit flirty smirk of her own, “Fine,” he conceded with a lift and tilt of his chin, “You can call me Klaus.”
Klaus felt something stirring in his chest at the sight of her rumpled waves and the leather jacket that fit her as if it were well and truly made for her body, “Where is the princess?” he inquired when he too realized that they were alone.
It seemed to Klaus that she couldn’t scramble for a reply fast enough as she replied, “She couldn’t,” her voice trailing off as he took a lingering step backwards to tempt her.
“I see,” he paused in step, “Well, just as well, you and I can have our own fun,” he responded in a conspiring tone as he stepped out of the hidden area behind the roses.
Her face was priceless as she followed him out, not that he showed his delight, “Sneaking out of the castle is crazy impossible,” she retorted in a half-whispered tone that has him smirking in the dark, “Even for me.”
Klaus did a spin facing her only to realize how quickly she had caught up with him as they once again fell into each other, “Now, who said anything about sneaking?” he countered when they were steady.
Caroline followed his line of vision over to the old stable that had been converted into a garage when she was younger, “How do you know where to get the keys to a car,” she reacted in amazement.
Klaus reached for her hand pulling her in the direction of the garage, “I grew up here while the princess was away in America,” he told her easily as they treaded carefully through the courtyard.
“Are you related to one of the Dukes she’ll have to marry one day,” she questioned in monotone as they kept to the wall in order to avoid the cameras at the entrance.
He winced, “You could say that,” he replied darkly as they made their way around one of the SUVs and he let go of her hand in order to slide over to the key box.
“Where are you going,” she questioned as she hunched down in the shadows careful not to be discovered as she followed his path between the automobiles.
Klaus showed her the keys to what looked like an older model lacking an alarm that would set off warning bells in the castle, “Tell me, do you like dancing,” he queried.
“You dance,” she asked in disbelief as he quietly led her to an older model, a silver truck by the looks of it she realized as he let her into the passenger side.
“Since I was four,” he responded with a wink as he moved to shut the door behind her swaggering over to the driver side slipping inside.
“Slacker, I was three,” Caroline continued with their repartee as he strapped on his seat belt and she followed suit excited at the prospect of getting out of here.
“I was probably dancing before you,” Klaus retorted with an inquisitive grin, “How old are you?” he queried as he pulled the truck into drive and maneuvered carefully out of the garage.
“You’re not supposed to ask a girl that,” she rebuffed as she watched him pull away from the garage into the back entrance that lead them through the wooded areas surrounding the castle.
Caroline was always amazed by how the city had grown up around the woods in this area its rare beauty growing up had been unsurpassed. The last eight years in America had changed her quite a bit, puberty doing its best to fill her out as her schooling in tested her intellect. Living like a normal teenager had done much in grounding her only child complex and her literal princess one.
Klaus shook his head noticing her drifting gaze, “Maybe not the Princess, but you,” he countered pulling her attention back towards him.
“I’m twenty,” she stated with a blush she hoped he hadn’t noticed in the dim lit truck as the city began to grow around them much like she had remembered.
“So no drinking for you then,” he joked as he turned a corner watching as she nearly jumped from her seat to reply, a beautiful coloring filling her cheeks.
“Hey,” she whined as she swatted his arm drawing his eyes from the road to her glittering eyes as they passed down the street lights.
“Kidding love,” he articulated looking back at her from time to time as he switched lanes heading deeper into the city feeling the need to really impress her. Know her.
“How old are you?” Caroline inquired as she sat forward to see the city, even as a child she hadn’t been allowed to come through here unless there was a parade.
“Twenty-two, but hopefully you won’t hold it against me,” he murmured making Caroline look back at him with a soft tilt of her brow, “Unless you want to.” He said with a wink.
Caroline looked down briefly, “Eyes on the road,” she simpered as she looked back to the city buildings trying not to think of the nights she spent in the woods of Mystic Falls with boys her age or older.
He chuckled in reply, “If you insist.”
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Day Six - Wrap Up!
Some great stuff posted on Day Six! The theme was AU: Canon-ish and here’s the rundown in case you missed anything. Please let me know if I’ve omitted anything.
FIC:
Loyalty by @nanaswhispers
Not Words of Love, But a Kiss by @kickassfu
A Kiss For All Seasons (Part One) by @austennerdita2533
High For This by @lalainajanes (NSFW)
Untitled by @unhealthyklarolineobsession
Shanghaied To New Orleans by @childoftimeandmagic
Today’s Endless Skies by @cupcakemolotov
Blood Lust In A Holy War by @cupcakemolotov (NSFW)
A Most Impressive Donor by @honestgrins
ART:
KLAROLINEAUWEEK|CANON|VISIONS OF US [2/3] by @ashleigh-jewitt-xx
↳ Canon-wishes for The Originals S5 – more moments that remind us why they are the endgame by @joey-prue
klarolineauweek 2017 | day 6 : canon-ish by @accidental-rambler
kc au week | day 6 · Canon-ish by @howeverlongs
Klaroline AU Week | Day 6 | Canon-ish | Dark Klaroline by @planetpierce
➵ BTS & Set Pranks by @eriberry89
↳ however long it takes by @beautyqueenforbes
kc au week | day 7 · Trope x Trope
What it is with that face Katherine? Oh nothing, nothing, just thinking. One question, by chance the name of this guy wouldn’t be Klaus, would be?
Caroline? as in Caroline, the daughter of king Williams IV? Well Elijah, I didn’t ask her what was her grandma’s name or if she was my fucking betrothed!
Klaroline AU Week 2017 → Day 7: Trope x Trope
↳ College X Forced Proximity: Seven minutes in heaven
day 7: kc+ "we’ve been engaged to be married since we were five but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” AU royalty x matchmaking tropes
day 7: kc+“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were five but this is the firsttime we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” AU royalty xmatchmaking tropes
Hey guys! Happy last day of AU Week! Big thanks to Laine for organizing it all, SHE IS AMAZING, and also a big thanks to Sara for all the prompts! She knows how to get me inspired ;)
Enjoy!
HRH Caroline Forbes let out a sigh asshe finished powdering her nose, pressing her lips together as she surveyed herimage in the extravagant mirror. Her overly made up face stared back at herwith concern as the young royal meticulously went over every detail of herelaborate blonde hairstyle and outfit.
Tonight was the night of her“coming-out” ball, a tradition that the royals of her country upheld for theirchildren when they hit 18 years of age. To her parents chagrin, Caroline managedto convince them to hold off on her celebration until she finished college andwas ready to partake in royal duties. So now her “coming out ball”was more of a graduation party, and the beginning of the sure-to-be-boring restof her life.
“What do you think?” she called over hershoulder to her best friend, Katherine. “More powder?”
The brunette wrinkled her nose as shewalked over. “Geez Care, one more puff of powder and the court might mistakeyou for a walking corpse.”
The blonde looked at her reflection inalarm. “Is it really that bad?”
Katherine rolled her eyes. “I don’t knowwhy you’re so concerned. This ball is just a formality for your family toofficially introduce you as a member of the royal family. Half of these peoplesee you walking around in sweatpants on the weekends.”
“Yeah, well this is the first time I’mmeeting Niklaus and his family,” Caroline murmured, reaching for her makeupremover and began to strategically take off the excess coverage.
“Ah yes,” Katherine grinned. “Theelusive fiancé. I wish my parents were so thoughtful as yours to arrangemy future marriage at age five. It sure beats the hell out of the 21st datingcentury.”
By far one of the worst things about being an Mystic State princess, was thesacrifice of her future. Caroline’s parents arranged for their daughter tomarry into a Orleans State royal family back when she was just startingelementary school. It was a carefully constructed deal that would help bringthe two nations closer, continually unifying them even more as partners in theworld stage.
Caroline rolled her eyes, reaching forher eyeliner and began to expertly line her waterline. “Oh yes, so thoughtfulof them. Taking away my basic human right to marry before I even knew what aboy was. It’s so archaic. I thought this was 2017, not the 1400s.”
Katherine hummed, lining her lips with abold red lipstick. “You’ve never been in the current dating scene. I’d take anarranged marriage to any of the Mikaelson clan members over dealing with TylerLockwood’s dick pics he sends on snapchat.”
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kc au week | day 7 · Trope x Trope
he maybe played along that he has lost his memory just to made her pretend be his girlfriend *thing that he wanted since the first moment he saw her in her yellow hat and scarf” but the threat around the slytherin common room “touch my puff and nobody will find your body” was very very real
I’m cheating a tiny bit (shh!). There *is* a costume party in this story (though not in this piece of it) and Caroline’s in a masters program so I think that counts as University AU. It’s the second part of You’re The Nicest Thing and, since I’m a nice person I’ll warn you that the bad!sex comes in after the first page break and continues to the end so you can skip it if you’d like to. Good!sex coming, I promise.
Your The Nicest Thing (Part Two)
When Klaus, and most of Caroline’s other friends, had graduated last year she’d been roped into helping with a lot of moves. Klaus’ place was one of the nicer ones – it even had a functional elevator that had undergone a safety inspection in the last year. She was one of the few people in their groups who’d known the messy details of Klaus’ family situation and so she’d had to play dumb when people had exclaimed over how nice his new place was. Their friends had cleared out after the requisite pizza and beer had been devoured but Caroline had stayed behind and insisted they go out and explore Klaus’ new neighborhood.
That’s when they’d found the bar. It wasn’t Caroline’s usual scene (she liked to dance, okay?) and the bartender had given her a funny look when she’d asked for a cocktail menu (because drinks with umbrellas were the best drinks) but she’s found she liked the place all the same. After years of student hangouts and loud clubs the mellow vibe, all comfy overstuffed chairs and the scuffed tables, was a nice change.
She’d decreed it their new grown up bar and Klaus hadn’t argued.
Walking in she spots him in the booth he prefers, the one farthest from the door and tucked into a corner, she waves. She motions that she’s going to head to the bar but he shakes his head and beckons her over.
Caroline shrugs and goes with it, weaving around tables to get to him. She spies the beer in his hand when she gets closer, sees a Long Island Iced Tea sitting on a coaster on the opposite side. Slipping into the booth she glares at him playfully. “I thought I was buying.”
“You texted me that you were close just when the waitress stopped by. It seemed prudent.”
“Sure,” she drawls, taking a sip of the drink. “I am buying the next one. Now, tell me about this new thing! What’s the story?”
“It’s the first in a possible series. A re-imagining of fairytales. This one is Little Red Riding Hood, the twist is that she manages to save herself.”
Caroline nods thoughtfully, “Makes sense. A girl can’t rely on a burly lumberjack popping up and saving the day. Not in this economy.”
Klaus shakes his head, a smile pulling at his lips, “Funny, Caroline.”
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