Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Somewhat inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson’s Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Caroline was a sought-after night jewel in Victorian London who’d caught the eye of a prominent lord, but his appetites sounded odd even to one such as she.
Lord Niklaus and Mr. Mikaelson
It wasn’t so unusual that a customer would come to Caroline in the midst of a funny turn. After all, a gentleman tended to imbibe most heartily while on the prowl before daring to venture into a London bawdy house. The tedious ways of the Ton were little more than a hangman’s noose upon many an aristocratic neck. However, looking into that nearly feral gaze as her customer told his fantastical tale, gave her pause. This was more than a funny turn.
Caroline leaned forward on the velvet settee, tiny seed pearls merrily bouncing along her décolletage festooned with scarlet ribbon. “Mr. Mikaelson, you speak with such candor about your er...condition,” she began in a delicate manner, attuned to the smallest indicators of violence near the surface. Time had been a cruel teacher, and before she’d found the relatively safe confines of this brothel, she’d learned how closely entwined a man’s passion and a man’s violence were entwined. “I’ve never heard such unique considerations requested for an evening’s companionship.”
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.
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.
Quick peek at another WIP for upcoming week 5 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Soulmates:
Klaus muttered under his breath at the ridiculous spectacle of Caroline’s entourage surrounding her like clucking hens. They fawned and encircled her like a formidable wall to ensure the riffraff didn’t get too close to their sole source of income. Bloody leeches. Even the director, who was a ruthless tyrant, treated Caroline as though she was a delicate, priceless creation of pure radiance and spun sugar.
Delicate his arse. Klaus watched that TMZ video just like everyone else where she decked that complete wanker Tyler Lockwood. Word had it whatever third-rate plastic surgeon he went to all the way out in Reseda couldn’t do a thing with that mangled nose.
Quick peek at a WIP for upcoming week 5 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Soulmates:
Everyone stared. Caroline only had come to Stygian Court thrice and the spoiled, utterly useless courtiers stared every time. She flushed with anger at their cutting whispers about her patched skirts and threadbare cloak, envisioning how she could widen those vicious grins with the silver dagger secreted at her thigh. The clanging of brass bells told her the master guardsman had raced ahead to announce her arrival.
Where he waited.
She fearlessly lifted her head as she delivered searing glares, unbound waves swirling angrily, catching on the series of rings pierced into her pointed ears that signified her clan. She stomped her boots hard enough that the silver heel gouged at the moonstone slab of the throne room entrance. There. Let them rage against that offense to the lofty royal.
everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Somewhat inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson’s Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Caroline was a sought-after night jewel in Victorian London who’d caught the eye of a prominent lord, but his appetites sounded odd even to one such as she.
Lord Niklaus and Mr. Mikaelson
It wasn’t so unusual that a customer would come to Caroline in the midst of a funny turn. After all, a gentleman tended to imbibe most heartily while on the prowl before daring to venture into a London bawdy house. The tedious ways of the Ton were little more than a hangman’s noose upon many an aristocratic neck. However, looking into that nearly feral gaze as her customer told his fantastical tale, gave her pause. This was more than a funny turn.
Caroline leaned forward on the velvet settee, tiny seed pearls merrily bouncing along her décolletage festooned with scarlet ribbon. “Mr. Mikaelson, you speak with such candor about your er...condition,” she began in a delicate manner, attuned to the smallest indicators of violence near the surface. Time had been a cruel teacher, and before she’d found the relatively safe confines of this brothel, she’d learned how closely entwined a man’s passion and a man’s violence were entwined. “I’ve never heard such unique considerations requested for an evening’s companionship.”
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. This is a sequel to Perhaps One Day - Chapter 67: Iron Primrose. Caroline is settling into her new caretaker role, completely mystified by her continuous good fortune since her introduction to Lord Klaus.
Part 2 - Iron Primrose
Her situation was most peculiar. Not dangerous, thank goodness. And Caroline certainly knew of dangerous considering she used to hold an apprenticeship with the notorious Lafitte brothers. She cast her appreciative gaze beyond the stately manor to the banks of Bayou St. John, still stunned that Lord Klaus would entrust her with such a majestic property. His confidence in her abilities surely was borne out of gratitude. He’d blundered into that pirates’ den and she’d sheltered him before any of those unscrupulous ruffians could think to harm him. Those pirate scoundrels were the dregs of humanity, inflicting pain as one would breathe. Nobility may be blessed with fine attributes, but survival instincts weren’t a one.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. This is a sequel to Perhaps One Day - Chapter 67: Iron Primrose. Caroline is settling into her new caretaker role, completely mystified by her continuous good fortune since her introduction to Lord Klaus.
Part 2 - Iron Primrose
Her situation was most peculiar. Not dangerous, thank goodness. And Caroline certainly knew of dangerous considering she used to hold an apprenticeship with the notorious Lafitte brothers. She cast her appreciative gaze beyond the stately manor to the banks of Bayou St. John, still stunned that Lord Klaus would entrust her with such a majestic property. His confidence in her abilities surely was borne out of gratitude. He’d blundered into that pirates’ den and she’d sheltered him before any of those unscrupulous ruffians could think to harm him. Those pirate scoundrels were the dregs of humanity, inflicting pain as one would breathe. Nobility may be blessed with fine attributes, but survival instincts weren’t a one.
Hey guys! It’s Week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week [July 20-July 26, 2026] and the theme is 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!
Create as many Klaroline works as you like (fics, one-shots, drabbles, a few paragraphs, entire WIP chapters, aesthetics/mood boards, art, etc.).
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.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Mystic Falls was a quaint, small town full of charming people...and a deadly secret.
Game On
Was today the day? Everyone carried on with their mindless errands and painfully bland small talk, all the while wondering when the massacre would begin. Caroline gripped her clipboard a little tighter, reminding herself to smile with genuine emotion. Instead of the raw, unchecked terror that everyone felt in this place. From what she could tell, Mystic Falls didn’t exist on any map. She should’ve just kept driving. But she’d been on the last leg of a college tour and decided to stop for the night before driving back to Richmond, and had been ecstatic to see the neon vacancy sign just off the highway.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Being trapped in a time loop was terrible. But being trapped with Klaus was worse...until it wasn’t.
Hour of Need
Time loop 89 broke Klaus. But it had been building since at least loop 50 or so. Caroline couldn’t fault him for it — she’d had her own breakdown around loop 35. Plus, Klaus having to watch his brother’s corpse burn while he was powerless behind Bonnie’s barrier spell was a special kind of cruelty that Caroline was shocked to learn her childhood friend possessed.
The loops always ended the moment the flames finished roasting Kol’s corpse, the fire snuffing out on the blackened, ashy flesh to leave behind an acrid stench. From what little research they could do in the brief window each time loop allowed, Bonnie’s barrier spell had given the air an extra magical charge so that when Elena and Jeremy staked Kol (and consequently murdered the thousands of vampires in his sireline), it created a seemingly infinite time loop. The world always revolved around Elena; it made sense she’d be the one to break it.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Being trapped in a time loop was terrible. But being trapped with Klaus was worse...until it wasn’t.
Hour of Need
Time loop 89 broke Klaus. But it had been building since at least loop 50 or so. Caroline couldn’t fault him for it — she’d had her own breakdown around loop 35. Plus, Klaus having to watch his brother’s corpse burn while he was powerless behind Bonnie’s barrier spell was a special kind of cruelty that Caroline was shocked to learn her childhood friend possessed.
The loops always ended the moment the flames finished roasting Kol’s corpse, the fire snuffing out on the blackened, ashy flesh to leave behind an acrid stench. From what little research they could do in the brief window each time loop allowed, Bonnie’s barrier spell had given the air an extra magical charge so that when Elena and Jeremy staked Kol (and consequently murdered the thousands of vampires in his sireline), it created a seemingly infinite time loop. The world always revolved around Elena; it made sense she’d be the one to break it.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Thanks to Silas, humans now hunted vampires. But Caroline was a survivor, and she planned to win this war. But first, she needed to complete a rescue mission...
The Heat Will Kill You
The heat suit must be doing its job, because Caroline felt like a baked potato. Unfortunately, vampires didn’t sweat like humans, so she was just going to pass this checkpoint uncomfortably hot. She watched with a practiced eye how the humans seemed to stand a bit taller these days, brimming with the unearned confidence of self-righteous fools. And why shouldn’t they? They’d used their superior numbers to hunt vampires nearly to extinction.
Decades ago, it started with the Mystic Falls Town Council accumulating political power, their members curiously becoming the darlings of social media and television. By the time vampires realized Silas was behind the Council’s meteoric rise to power, the damage couldn’t be undone. For the first time in history, all humans were united in a common purpose. And now they hunted vampires for sport.
These checkpoints were part of sweeping “safety changes” the humans had instituted to target and eliminate vampires. Fortunately, vampire scientists had invented heat suits to mimic human body temperatures, allowing vampires to safely get past the checkpoints.
“Wrist,” one of the security guards demanded in a bored tone, barely glancing at the readouts on his monitor.
With a practiced nod of indifference and casual smile, Caroline held out her wrist to the scanner, mentally thanking Bonnie for perfecting her scarring spell so that the biochip Caroline had shoved underneath her skin this morning appeared to have been surgically implanted years ago with the “proof” of white, crisscrossing scar lines.
“You’re clear,” the guard announced, pressing the button to open the restricted corridor behind him.
Caroline swiftly moved past the checkpoint, pausing long enough to register fake horror when a vampire suddenly caught fire underneath the UV lamps that swept the crowd in wide, sickly yellow arcs. Idiot, she thought dismissively, everyone knew these days that attempting to breach a checkpoint in anything less than a full-coverage, bio-tight heat suit was suicide.
Clipping her forged badge to her front pocket, she broke free of the tourist group heading toward the museum’s spring expressionists’ exhibit. She was really doing this. The trick to breaking into anything was to act like you belonged there and knew exactly where you were going. Just like anything else in life, confidence was key.
It was Silas’ sick joke to imprison Klaus in his favorite museum, put on display as an anonymous donation of fossilized remains. After they lost the war, Silas had given Klaus the same two choices Qetsiyah had once given him: Take the cure and eventually die a mortal death or starve and desiccate into fossilization for eternity. But Silas knew all along what Klaus would choose.
Caroline’s nightmares always began with Silas’ mocking laughter. Klaus had bellowed for her to run — it was the one time that she hadn’t argued with him. Decades later, she still doesn’t know how she escaped that spelled labyrinth or Silas’ demonic army. Dumb luck and an insanely talented, witchy best friend.
The soft beep of the kiosk opening in front of Caroline was reassuring; she’d harvested the correct biochip after all. These days, a murdered human barely gave her pause, but it was nice to learn that college student hadn’t died for nothing. The illusion Bonnie had cast was simple but effective, and Caroline reminded herself to look like a bored archaeology student taking notes in front of the “Viking remains” exhibit before she did something stupid like sob uncontrollably.
Using the edge of the buckle holding her backpack in place, she casually nicked her thumb, careful not to spill a drop anywhere but on the keychain she and Bonnie had crafted to look like a cheap geode. Instead, it was a carefully preserved piece of Silas’ tombstone — the key to rescuing Klaus. Bonnie had cautioned Caroline about the snap of her spell overriding Silas’, but nothing could’ve prepared her for seeing Klaus again — even if it was just in his head. For now.
“Caroline,” he gasped in disbelief, wildly looking around the misty world Bonnie’s spell had conjured for this moment. “I told you to run! Why did you come back?”
Tears choked her voice as she blinked them back, knowing that heightened emotion made Bonnie’s illusion less stable. “I did run. And thanks to you, I got away. It’s taken me decades to gather all the ingredients we needed to rescue you.” Guilt and regret colored her tone as she apologized, “I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you.”
The shock on his face was heartbreaking, but the way Klaus rallied and summoned that fearless warrior-beast she’d stupidly fallen in love with ages ago was nothing short of miraculous. He took her hands in his, and even though it was all an illusion, the hungry, passionate kiss they shared was real enough.
Why aren’t there more articles about how infinitely shitty Lorelai Gilmore’s parents are? There’s a fuck ton of articles (some rightly so) admonishing Lorelai for pretty much existing, but hardly anything on the profound shittyness of Emily and Richard Gilmore.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Thanks to Silas, humans now hunted vampires. But Caroline was a survivor, and she planned to win this war. But first, she needed to complete a rescue mission...
The Heat Will Kill You
The heat suit must be doing its job, because Caroline felt like a baked potato. Unfortunately, vampires didn’t sweat like humans, so she was just going to pass this checkpoint uncomfortably hot. She watched with a practiced eye how the humans seemed to stand a bit taller these days, brimming with the unearned confidence of self-righteous fools. And why shouldn’t they? They’d used their superior numbers to hunt vampires nearly to extinction.
Decades ago, it started with the Mystic Falls Town Council accumulating political power, their members curiously becoming the darlings of social media and television. By the time vampires realized Silas was behind the Council’s meteoric rise to power, the damage couldn’t be undone. For the first time in history, all humans were united in a common purpose. And now they hunted vampires for sport.
These checkpoints were part of sweeping “safety changes” the humans had instituted to target and eliminate vampires. Fortunately, vampire scientists had invented heat suits to mimic human body temperatures, allowing vampires to safely get past the checkpoints.
“Wrist,” one of the security guards demanded in a bored tone, barely glancing at the readouts on his monitor.
With a practiced nod of indifference and casual smile, Caroline held out her wrist to the scanner, mentally thanking Bonnie for perfecting her scarring spell so that the biochip Caroline had shoved underneath her skin this morning appeared to have been surgically implanted years ago with the “proof” of white, crisscrossing scar lines.
“You’re clear,” the guard announced, pressing the button to open the restricted corridor behind him.
Caroline swiftly moved past the checkpoint, pausing long enough to register fake horror when a vampire suddenly caught fire underneath the UV lamps that swept the crowd in wide, sickly yellow arcs. Idiot, she thought dismissively, everyone knew these days that attempting to breach a checkpoint in anything less than a full-coverage, bio-tight heat suit was suicide.
Clipping her forged badge to her front pocket, she broke free of the tourist group heading toward the museum’s spring expressionists’ exhibit. She was really doing this. The trick to breaking into anything was to act like you belonged there and knew exactly where you were going. Just like anything else in life, confidence was key.
It was Silas’ sick joke to imprison Klaus in his favorite museum, put on display as an anonymous donation of fossilized remains. After they lost the war, Silas had given Klaus the same two choices Qetsiyah had once given him: Take the cure and eventually die a mortal death or starve and desiccate into fossilization for eternity. But Silas knew all along what Klaus would choose.
Caroline’s nightmares always began with Silas’ mocking laughter. Klaus had bellowed for her to run — it was the one time that she hadn’t argued with him. Decades later, she still doesn’t know how she escaped that spelled labyrinth or Silas’ demonic army. Dumb luck and an insanely talented, witchy best friend.
The soft beep of the kiosk opening in front of Caroline was reassuring; she’d harvested the correct biochip after all. These days, a murdered human barely gave her pause, but it was nice to learn that college student hadn’t died for nothing. The illusion Bonnie had cast was simple but effective, and Caroline reminded herself to look like a bored archaeology student taking notes in front of the “Viking remains” exhibit before she did something stupid like sob uncontrollably.
Using the edge of the buckle holding her backpack in place, she casually nicked her thumb, careful not to spill a drop anywhere but on the keychain she and Bonnie had crafted to look like a cheap geode. Instead, it was a carefully preserved piece of Silas’ tombstone — the key to rescuing Klaus. Bonnie had cautioned Caroline about the snap of her spell overriding Silas’, but nothing could’ve prepared her for seeing Klaus again — even if it was just in his head. For now.
“Caroline,” he gasped in disbelief, wildly looking around the misty world Bonnie’s spell had conjured for this moment. “I told you to run! Why did you come back?”
Tears choked her voice as she blinked them back, knowing that heightened emotion made Bonnie’s illusion less stable. “I did run. And thanks to you, I got away. It’s taken me decades to gather all the ingredients we needed to rescue you.” Guilt and regret colored her tone as she apologized, “I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you.”
The shock on his face was heartbreaking, but the way Klaus rallied and summoned that fearless warrior-beast she’d stupidly fallen in love with ages ago was nothing short of miraculous. He took her hands in his, and even though it was all an illusion, the hungry, passionate kiss they shared was real enough.
Author’s note: This was written for week 4 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Science Fiction. Mystic Falls was a quaint, small town full of charming people...and a deadly secret.
Game On
Was today the day? Everyone carried on with their mindless errands and painfully bland small talk, all the while wondering when the massacre would begin. Caroline gripped her clipboard a little tighter, reminding herself to smile with genuine emotion. Instead of the raw, unchecked terror that everyone felt in this place. From what she could tell, Mystic Falls didn’t exist on any map. She should’ve just kept driving. But she’d been on the last leg of a college tour and decided to stop for the night before driving back to Richmond, and had been ecstatic to see the neon vacancy sign just off the highway.
