Author’s note: This was written for week 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Crime. Clever human Caroline procures rare objects for obscenely wealthy supernatural clients, but her newest client has included a ridiculously complicated component to her job. She definitely should’ve raised her rates.
How to Steal a Moonstone
This is it. Bold stare only. Act like you own the place. Show no fear. It was Caroline’s ongoing mantra as she prepared for yet another risky meeting with her most dangerous client yet. “The price just doubled,” she told Klaus, sliding into the booth across from him. He certainly could afford it. All of her clients could — after all, she only catered to a very elite, very specific clientele. Caroline was a bundle of nervous energy, but had downed Gloria’s special blend of wild chamomile, rosemary, and Angelica root to prevent powerful supernatural creatures like Originals from detecting her pulse racing or slight tremors that reveal her secrets.
Choosing Chicago for her home base had been the best decision she’d ever made. Getting drunk at Gloria’s bar the night Klaus had been in town had been the most idiotic.
Klaus leaned back, contemplating her in his disquieting manner of stillness with a predatory heat. And it always left her more than a little aroused. As if she needed further proof of how fucked-up she was.
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What a great Week 2 [July 6-July 12, 2026] historical for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek ! There’s been some fantastic works shared for our historical theme. Thank you to everyone who participated and reblogged and supported our event so far!
Here’s the Week 2 master list (and please let us know if we’ve overlooked any works!):
Afternoon Tea and a Side of Scandal by supremeuppityone
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!
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Hey guys! It’s Week 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week [July 13-July 19, 2026] and the theme is 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.
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 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Crime. Clever human Caroline procures rare objects for obscenely wealthy supernatural clients, but her newest client has included a ridiculously complicated component to her job. She definitely should’ve raised her rates.
How to Steal a Moonstone
This is it. Bold stare only. Act like you own the place. Show no fear. It was Caroline’s ongoing mantra as she prepared for yet another risky meeting with her most dangerous client yet. “The price just doubled,” she told Klaus, sliding into the booth across from him. He certainly could afford it. All of her clients could — after all, she only catered to a very elite, very specific clientele. Caroline was a bundle of nervous energy, but had downed Gloria’s special blend of wild chamomile, rosemary, and Angelica root to prevent powerful supernatural creatures like Originals from detecting her pulse racing or slight tremors that reveal her secrets.
Choosing Chicago for her home base had been the best decision she’d ever made. Getting drunk at Gloria’s bar the night Klaus had been in town had been the most idiotic.
Klaus leaned back, contemplating her in his disquieting manner of stillness with a predatory heat. And it always left her more than a little aroused. As if she needed further proof of how fucked-up she was.
Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes & Kol Mikaelson, Bonnie Bennett & Caroline Forbes, Bonnie Bennett/Kol Mikaelson
Characters: Caroline Forbes, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert, Sheila “Grams” Bennett
Additional Tags: The rest of the originals might show up, Not sure how many chapters to make this, Protective Klaus Mikaelson, Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson Being Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes Deserves Better, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Damon Salvatore Bashing, what damon did is talked about, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, please be mindful of your triggers, Nothing graphic is depicted, caroline forbes corruption arc, Kind Of, Klaus Mikaelson is Whipped for Caroline Forbes, klaus is very rich and caroline is very okay with that, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Werewolf Mates, not sure how far to take it but yeah, Klaus’s wolf is also Whipped for Caroline Forbes, Good Friend Bonnie Bennett, Swearing, mostly kol but sometimes not, BAMF Caroline Forbes, BAMF Bonnie Bennett, Mentions of Racism
Summary:
Klaus Mikaelson has done his research. He knows the doppelgänger is in Mystic Falls, and he knows the Salvatores are guarding her. He’s willing to broker a deal and walk away from this situation with as little mess as possible. But then he comes to the Boarding House and discovers that there is more to one of the doppelgänger’s friends than meets the eye… And she’s in trouble.
So maybe the big bad wolf saves the scared little girl.
But maybe the scared little girl has a monster of her own.
Author’s note: This was written for week 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Crime. Here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of my Klaroline AU human mafia multi-chap, An Offer He Can't Refuse.
It was a nice jet. Not that Klaus hadn’t seen one before. The Mikaelsons probably hadn’t flown commercial since the Carter administration. He just wasn’t in the right mindset to appreciate imported leather, gleaming antiques and gilded crystal. Caroline had sent him off in style, so eager to be free of him. Caroline let him walk away. After everything they’d been through — kidnappings, mob wars, patching up or saving the lives of Caroline and her girls — she didn’t want him. The scary, bloodthirsty mob boss was a coward. Klaus slammed the back of his head against the thick leather of his seat, the cloud-soft padding did nothing to bring his problems into sharper focus. Why didn’t she want him?
“It was a nice run while it lasted, yeah?” Kol stretched out on the lounge, carelessly swinging a neon pink, furry leopard print set of handcuffs around his fingers. With a forlorn sigh, he added, “The feisty birds faced my departure with a stoicism that would’ve made Elijah proud. But they kept plying me with weapons as tokens of their affection.” He grew thoughtful as he mused, “Not sure when I’ll need a crossbow or African throwing knives in Bordeaux though...”
With no small amount of alarm, Klaus turned to Rebekah and murmured, “We need to make sure Kol’s bags get a bit misplaced, yeah?”
She gave a decisive nod, blue eyes widening as Kol began to wax poetic about taking his new toys to local pubs for a rousing game of “mob-style darts”. Clearing her throat, she quickly changed the subject with, “It was sad to leave the girls, but they’ve all agreed to stay in touch.” A hopeful smile crossed her lips as she straightened her pale pink ruffled blouse, adding, “We’ve scheduled some weekend shopping in Paris next month with some of the girls.”
Some of the girls. Klaus could guess which one wasn’t coming along. Klaus stared mutinously out the window as the staff loaded the rest of their belongings. Why hadn’t he taken up Caroline on her offer when she made it before things had gotten so complicated? “All of you for all of me.” It’s what she’d asked so sweetly in a rare moment of vulnerability. And he’d been too afraid to give her the answer she wanted. That they both wanted. Damnable cowards, the both of them.
Rebekah threw a worried glance at Klaus, clearly coming close to asking what happened with Caroline, but didn’t want to start a fight. And it would be nothing but a fight with Klaus; he’d been spoiling for one ever since he’d stormed off to pack. She ventured cautiously, “Well, I’m looking forward to seeing Elijah again; the pictures he’s sent of the family’s chateau are lovely. Obviously, it still needs work, but this is going to be a marvelous adventure!”
“And that sexy little minx our stuffed shirt of a brother managed to ensnare — won’t she be good for a laugh or two,” Kol giggled, playfully tossing those absurd handcuffs in Rebekah’s direction just to hear her disgusted yelp. Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he revealed, “I’ve got it all planned out — we’ll let Elijah fill our days with his tedious dreams of restoring the chateau and vineyard to its glory days, but our nights will be free to be right terrors in every exclusive club in the region!”
Klaus tried to be excited for Kol’s plans (say what you will about his younger brother, but he always knew how to have a good time); even Rebekah seemed to be on board with his grandiose plans of endless bottle service and luxury VIP balconies and a celebrity-filled nightlife to while away the hours. It sounded hopelessly, ridiculously dull. Probably not a single moment would require him to patch up gunshot wounds, be held hostage, or catch the end of a meticulously crafted plan to seize control of an enemy’s territory.
But this was better. He and his siblings would be safe. That’s all that mattered. He’d work with Elijah and find new meaning in his life. Besides, if restoring a historic chateau didn’t fix this terrible ache in his chest, he could go find another hospital and determine what hoops he’d need to jump through to practice medicine in France.
The expensive champagne Kol shoved at him tasted like sawdust.
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What a great Week 2 [July 6-July 12, 2026] historical for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek ! There’s been some fantastic works shared for our historical theme. Thank you to everyone who participated and reblogged and supported our event so far!
Here’s the Week 2 master list (and please let us know if we’ve overlooked any works!):
Afternoon Tea and a Side of Scandal by supremeuppityone
Hey guys! It’s Week 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week [July 13-July 19, 2026] and the theme is 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.
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 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Crime. Here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of my Klaroline AU human mafia multi-chap, An Offer He Can't Refuse.
It was a nice jet. Not that Klaus hadn’t seen one before. The Mikaelsons probably hadn’t flown commercial since the Carter administration. He just wasn’t in the right mindset to appreciate imported leather, gleaming antiques and gilded crystal. Caroline had sent him off in style, so eager to be free of him. Caroline let him walk away. After everything they’d been through — kidnappings, mob wars, patching up or saving the lives of Caroline and her girls — she didn’t want him. The scary, bloodthirsty mob boss was a coward. Klaus slammed the back of his head against the thick leather of his seat, the cloud-soft padding did nothing to bring his problems into sharper focus. Why didn’t she want him?
“It was a nice run while it lasted, yeah?” Kol stretched out on the lounge, carelessly swinging a neon pink, furry leopard print set of handcuffs around his fingers. With a forlorn sigh, he added, “The feisty birds faced my departure with a stoicism that would’ve made Elijah proud. But they kept plying me with weapons as tokens of their affection.” He grew thoughtful as he mused, “Not sure when I’ll need a crossbow or African throwing knives in Bordeaux though...”
With no small amount of alarm, Klaus turned to Rebekah and murmured, “We need to make sure Kol’s bags get a bit misplaced, yeah?”
She gave a decisive nod, blue eyes widening as Kol began to wax poetic about taking his new toys to local pubs for a rousing game of “mob-style darts”. Clearing her throat, she quickly changed the subject with, “It was sad to leave the girls, but they’ve all agreed to stay in touch.” A hopeful smile crossed her lips as she straightened her pale pink ruffled blouse, adding, “We’ve scheduled some weekend shopping in Paris next month with some of the girls.”
Some of the girls. Klaus could guess which one wasn’t coming along. Klaus stared mutinously out the window as the staff loaded the rest of their belongings. Why hadn’t he taken up Caroline on her offer when she made it before things had gotten so complicated? “All of you for all of me.” It’s what she’d asked so sweetly in a rare moment of vulnerability. And he’d been too afraid to give her the answer she wanted. That they both wanted. Damnable cowards, the both of them.
Rebekah threw a worried glance at Klaus, clearly coming close to asking what happened with Caroline, but didn’t want to start a fight. And it would be nothing but a fight with Klaus; he’d been spoiling for one ever since he’d stormed off to pack. She ventured cautiously, “Well, I’m looking forward to seeing Elijah again; the pictures he’s sent of the family’s chateau are lovely. Obviously, it still needs work, but this is going to be a marvelous adventure!”
“And that sexy little minx our stuffed shirt of a brother managed to ensnare — won’t she be good for a laugh or two,” Kol giggled, playfully tossing those absurd handcuffs in Rebekah’s direction just to hear her disgusted yelp. Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he revealed, “I’ve got it all planned out — we’ll let Elijah fill our days with his tedious dreams of restoring the chateau and vineyard to its glory days, but our nights will be free to be right terrors in every exclusive club in the region!”
Klaus tried to be excited for Kol’s plans (say what you will about his younger brother, but he always knew how to have a good time); even Rebekah seemed to be on board with his grandiose plans of endless bottle service and luxury VIP balconies and a celebrity-filled nightlife to while away the hours. It sounded hopelessly, ridiculously dull. Probably not a single moment would require him to patch up gunshot wounds, be held hostage, or catch the end of a meticulously crafted plan to seize control of an enemy’s territory.
But this was better. He and his siblings would be safe. That’s all that mattered. He’d work with Elijah and find new meaning in his life. Besides, if restoring a historic chateau didn’t fix this terrible ache in his chest, he could go find another hospital and determine what hoops he’d need to jump through to practice medicine in France.
The expensive champagne Kol shoved at him tasted like sawdust.
here is my week 2 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Historical
Cutting it close, but I made it! Well, at least I posted the first chapter. The story completely took off, so there will be a few more chapters coming, but not too many!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In 1926, Caroline Forbes trades the stifling expectations of Mystic Falls for the neon, jazz-filled underworld of Chicago.
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Author’s note: This was written for week 2 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Historical. (Takes place in 1492 England, after Klaus and Elijah have brought Katerina to the castle.) Caroline had no interest in the romantic entanglements of her masters. Fortunately, as a lowly scullery maid, she was below their notice. Until she wasn’t.
Kind Whispers
It was not for Caroline to say. No matter how unseemly Lady Katerina’s behavior. Scullery maids weren’t to form opinions on their betters. Although if Lady Katerina was her “better”, Caroline would eat the ash pile she’d just swept from the hearth. It caused quite the stir about the castle when Lord Niklaus invited Lady Katerina to stay. He was courtingher. Lord Niklaus was handsome in the way of nobles, high-spirited and always engaged in much merrymaking, but never was one for courting.
A rosy blush mayhap stain her cheeks whenever Lord Niklaus rode past the gardens upon his swift courser, powerful lines of master and horseflesh flowing as one with every gallop. But her reaction was merely a maidenly appreciation for nature in all its splendor. And nothing more.
