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Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
This is so important. Don’t ever hesitate to leave a comment on an "old" fic. I value every piece of feedback I receive on my stories. It doesn’t matter if they are 5+ years old.
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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!Â
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.Â
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.
Working on some content for the upcoming Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; here's a peek at something I'm working on for Week 4 - Science Fiction week:
Klaus had never been a fan of pink champagne. In fact, he’d tasted rancid goat’s milk that carried a more pleasant bouquet than pink champagne. However, after he watched Caroline purposely spill yet another of his siblings’ servings of pink champagne, it seemed that the fiery little fledgling managed to loathe it even more than he did.Â
She treated an irritated Elijah to a viciously sweet smile as she handed him a crystal tumbler of scotch instead, cheekily plucking his Italian silk pocket square to dab at the sticky champagne splatters on his tuxedo jacket. “You should be thanking me; that extra-slim tailoring is so last season.”
With the confident posture of a warrior queen, Caroline returned to Klaus’ arms to begin a lively new waltz. Yet again demonstrating her light feet, she expertly kept time with the eight-piece chamber orchestra Rebekah had insisted upon.Â
“Dare I ask what my brother has done to earn your ire, sweetheart?”
Some of my WIPs for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek:Â
Week 2 - Historical:
Raucous laughter from the back of the blacksmith shop reached his ears, along with rumblings of cargo manifests and dockside gossip. Caroline stiffened and her radiant, expressive face became a stony mask as she told him briskly, “Unfortunately, the shop is closed. I recommend ye seek out the work of the smithy further inland. Good evening to ye, Lord Klaus.”Â
Caroline’s abrupt demeanor was disconcerting to say the least, and Klaus bristled at her dismissiveness. The rapid pitter-patter of her heart and the sudden sour fragrance of fear caught him by surprise — surely she hadn’t recognized his monster so quickly? She was a sharp-eyed bird to be sure, but even the cleverest of humans took a bit to catch onto his otherness.Â
Klaus’ confusion grew as Caroline raced toward him, fright etched upon her face even as she pushed him into the small shed beside the stack of barrels.
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some fandom disagreements are like "I see your point but I think this other aspect of the narrative is more significant," and some are like "I don't think you can read."
A one-shot for Week 1 (Canonish) of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek
“Well, I had considered offering you a first class ticket to join me in New Orleans.” Klaus declared openly.
Caroline’s breath caught in her throat. Klaus’ honesty and vulnerability with her never ceased to amaze her. Only with her, she realized. Even though he knew that she did not return his feelings and there was a 99.9% chance that she would turn him down, it never stopped him from expressing how he felt. He literally wore his heart on his sleeve for her.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, her expression clouding with the weight of what she was about to say, the familiar ache of rejecting him once more.
“But I knew what your answer would be…” he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of acceptance.
Relief washed over Caroline in a gentle wave. She was grateful to be spared the heartache of turning him down again, especially after he literally saved her and her friends’ life earlier. She just couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him today.
“So I opted for something I knew you would accept.” Klaus added, shifting the mood.
Instantly, Caroline’s curiosity was piqued, her eyebrows arching inquisitively. Now, what else could Klaus have possible gotten her? He was a man of extravagant gifts for sure – an exquisite blue ball gown with sparkling beads and a diamond bracelet came to mind - but she also knew that he understood the value of a simple but meaningful present. She would never admit this to anyone, but his drawing of her from that night at the Mikaelson ball – a night that now seemed worlds away – was the best gift she had ever received, and it wasn’t even a close competition.
“Tyler is now free to return to Mystic Falls.” He declared with a casual nonchalance that belied the magnitude of his concession.
Disbelief etched Caroline’s features as she absorbed his words, her eyelashes fluttering in a silent effort to process this unexpected announcement. Had she heard that right?
“What?” She managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caroline could not begin to understand how much it was costing him to offer this to her. His first hybrid had challenged him and defied his orders more times than he could count. He had led a rebellion against him. He’d had every intention to kill him. For that alone, Klaus owed Tyler Lockwood a painful death. Alas, there was no killing the hybrid without breaking Caroline’s heart and causing her to hate him forever. And forever was a very long time when you were a vampire.
“He’s your first love…” The words left his mouth with great difficulty. Only, he knew it was the truth. For reasons beyond his comprehension, Caroline loved Tyler. Her heart, loyal and steadfast, belonged to Tyler, at least for now. No amount of time or distance could change that. She would remain faithful to Tyler as long as he was away. There was only one way for her to get over him: Klaus had to let them be together and allow their relationship to run its course. Only by setting her free could he hope for her to one day return to him, not out of obligation or gratitude, but out of genuine affection.
Caroline Forbes was destined for greatness. This small town life would not be enough for her. His first sired hybrid might have been a decent boyfriend for her when she was a blind, clueless young vampire, but he was not fit to stand by her side through eternity. Caroline would eventually realize that. The world was vast, brimming with wonders and marvels that begged to be explored. Caroline, with her voracious curiosity and zest for life, was meant to experience it all. Sooner or later, Caroline was bound to outgrow Tyler. And when she did, when she became ready to be loved completely and utterly, Klaus would be ready too. He would be a man worthy to call her his. He vowed that to himself.
“I intend to be your last.” Klaus declared with a conviction that resonated in the air between them.
Caroline raised her gaze towards him, feeling the pull of his words. In Klaus' piercing blue eyes, she saw a future unwritten, possibilities unexplored. The air around them shifted palpably, charged with the weight of his words.
“…however long it takes.” He concluded, the words floating his heart from hers, causing Caroline to momentarily forget how to breathe.
Compelled by a force greater than himself, Klaus closed the small distance between them to press a tender kiss against her cheek. He closed his eyes and lingered there for a couple of seconds, savoring the precious moment, committing it to the eternity of his memory.
As his musky, intoxicating scent assailed her senses, Caroline’s breath hitched, and she began to feel weak in the knees. Impulsively, she grabbed a hold of his jacket, a lifeline in the sea of emotions that threatened to engulf her. Was she holding on to steady herself, or to keep him from pulling away? In that moment, she didn’t know.
He did eventually pull away, leaving her with an instant feeling of loss the moment his lips left her skin. She opened her eyes to find him gazing at her tenderly, lovingly, and felt the pull between them strengthen. Crackles of electricity drew her to him, and she closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to his.
If Klaus was surprised, he didn’t show it. He immediately responded to the kiss and moved his lips over hers. The kiss started off as slow, gentle, tentative, and gradually picked up in intensity. Her left hand trailed up his shoulder and landed at the nape of his neck. She traced the seam of his lips with a gentle swipe of her tongue, silently asking for entrance. He opened his mouth, granting her request. They moaned in unison when their tongues met for the first time.
Kissing Klaus was unlike anything Caroline had ever experienced. It was as if she had been jolted awake from a long slumber, every fiber of her being electrified, brought to life with an intensity she had never known. His lips were intoxicatingly gentle. The taste of him, a blend of something wild and unexpectedly sweet, spun her senses into a dizzying whirlwind. A small shiver ran down her spine when Klaus lifted his hand to cup the right side of her face and brushed his thumb softly across her cheek, a gentle contrast to the fervor of their kiss. His movements were deliberate, his tongue exploring hers with an expert precision that spoke of unspoken desires and a longing held back for far too long. Klaus finally, reluctantly, broke the kiss with a final, lingering touch of his lips to hers.
When she finally opened her eyes, his were dark and glowing with hunger, but she also detected a glimmer of awe.
“Caroline…” he whispered, his voice thick and husky, her name a sacred caress on his lips.
She felt pulled back as the haze of lust slowly lifted.
“Caroline.” She heard again. This time, Klaus’ voice was more forceful, his tone laced with a blend of concern and confusion.
Blinking rapidly, Caroline shook her head slightly, dispelling the last vestiges of her vivid fantasy. She raised her eyes to Klaus, watching her with a somewhat concerned look in his eyes. Reality set in. She’d just imagined that entire kiss. Caroline felt a rush of emotions take hold of her at the intensity of her daydream, and she knew a deep, embarrassed blush were now painting her cheeks.
She took a step back, distancing herself from the intoxicating pull of her fantasies. In the clarity of the moment, the complexity of her feelings hit her like a thunderstorm. The dangerous allure of what Klaus offered became evident. She found herself at an emotional crossroads, grappling with the realization of the lengths Klaus would go to for her. For her happiness.
Her happiness. That is what she needed to focus on. That is what she needed to prioritize, not the tumultuous emotions that threatened to sway her.
“Are you okay?” Klaus’s voice cut through her tumultuous thoughts.
She quickly nodded, wishing the deep blush that colored her cheeks away. “Yeah.”
Though he was unconvinced, he chose not to press the issue, respecting her boundaries. "Caroline," he began, his voice steady, "I hope college brings you all the joy and fulfillment you deserve. I want you to explore the world and discover your true potential. You are destined for greatness, and I believe you'll find your purpose beyond this small town." His words flowed like a gentle stream, filled with hope and belief in her future, in the potential he knew lay within her.
Caroline looked at him with a mix of surprise and gratitude. It wasn't often that Klaus spoke so sincerely and selflessly. Despite the complexity of their relationship, it was clear that he cared for her deeply, in his own unique way.
She felt a surge of appreciation for his words, a sense of gratitude that was as profound as it was unexpected. "Thank you, Klaus," she replied, genuinely moved. "For everything." For attending her graduation. For saving her and her friends. For giving Tyler his freedom back. She didn't specify. She didn't have to. He understood.
Klaus nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Anything for you, Caroline."
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