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Author’s note: This was written for week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Canonish. Takes place during Season 2, Episode 18 (“The Last Dance”) Caroline time traveled to make enough changes that would keep the world from ending. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun along the way...
Extra Credit Assignment
It’s a miracle any of them survived Mystic Falls during this time, Caroline wryly thought, fiddling with the yew twigs Bonnie had braided into a ring and silvered with her most powerful warding magic. It was ridiculously obvious to see that Alaric definitely wasn’t Alaric as he strut into the Salvatores’ manor. He moved with the lean, muscular grace of a powerful jungle cat rather than the stumbling gait of a middle-aged history teacher who woke up on the wrong side of drunk. It was hilarious that no one noticed despite being on high alert with all the Klaus drama.
It hadn’t been Caroline’s idea to go back in time; she’d actually been against it. However, after the last of the humans died off, there wasn’t much of a choice.
Here's a peek at an upcoming story for week 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Crime:
It wasn’t the first G-string shoved in Caroline’s face that night. Nor the fifth. Or even the 10th. She was pretty sure at least a dozen impressive bulges wrapped in brightly colored G-strings had been waving in her face most of the night. She wasn’t sure what the appropriate expression was supposed to be in this situation, but considering she was the strip club’s owner and was auditioning for new employees, she at least needed to seem somewhat professional.
“Still with me, love?”
The husky, accented voice of her job applicant seriously was doing it for her. Klaus did this sexy swirl with his hips and she almost levitated off her chair to meet those strong thighs. Nope. No groping the staff. And Klaus definitely was going to get hired because with that accent, he’s Mr. Darcy in a G-string. They were going to make so much fucking money.
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Here's a peek at another upcoming story for week 2 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Historical:
“What would thou ask of me? A cupboard brimming with pretty dresses? Glittering baubles to adorn every finger and toe?”
Stunned, she nearly dropped the iron poker into the ashes as he sauntered into the kitchen after her. He was trying to tempt her — but why? Certainly this was no ham-fisted effort to woo her. As though such an elegant and elevated gentleman would deign to do such a thing.
Here's a peek at an upcoming story for week 2 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Historical:
She wasn’t in the fields. Nor the stables. Summoning the courage the gods bestowed upon his people’s warriors, Klaus calmed the frantic beating of his heart. He raced through the woods to their final place, the small spring in the shadow of the mountain. His boots squelched through the marshland, and yet he didn’t dare call for her. If Mikael learned of their plans...
Chest burning with barely restrained screams, Klaus sank to his knees at the clearing. Caroline was gone.
Author’s note: This was written for week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Canonish. Takes place during Season 2, Episode 18 (“The Last Dance”) Caroline time traveled to make enough changes that would keep the world from ending. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun along the way...
Extra Credit Assignment
It’s a miracle any of them survived Mystic Falls during this time, Caroline wryly thought, fiddling with the yew twigs Bonnie had braided into a ring and silvered with her most powerful warding magic. It was ridiculously obvious to see that Alaric definitely wasn’t Alaric as he strut into the Salvatores’ manor. He moved with the lean, muscular grace of a powerful jungle cat rather than the stumbling gait of a middle-aged history teacher who woke up on the wrong side of drunk. It was hilarious that no one noticed despite being on high alert with all the Klaus drama.
It hadn’t been Caroline’s idea to go back in time; she’d actually been against it. However, after the last of the humans died off, there wasn’t much of a choice.
Wrote this for the first week of Caroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek! It's a little rushed because I started working on the other prompts, my current story, and I'm leaving for London tomorrow, but I still wanted to get this posted.
It's mostly canon-compliant and definitely not my best work, but I've always felt like we missed an entire scene when everyone found Caroline's dress. There's no way Klaus wouldn't have had something to say about it, so this is my take on how that moment could have played out.
The room was not what she expected.
Caroline had braced herself for something dark and museum-like, full of relics behind glass and the faint smell of old money. What she found instead was something closer to a private archive — careful, curated, and strangely beautiful.
Rows of gowns lined the walls. Silks and satins and fabrics she didn't have names for, in every shade imaginable, from every era she'd ever studied in a history class and several she hadn't. A large antique mirror stood against the far wall, flanked by a small changing area that looked like it belonged in a Parisian dressing room circa 1890.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, just looking.
"Oh," she said quietly.
Klaus leaned against the frame behind her, watching her face.
"Take your time."
She walked in slowly, trailing her fingers along the edge of a deep blue gown that caught the light like water.
"These are all real, aren't they," she said. It wasn't quite a question.
"Every one."
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Author’s note: This was written for week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic @klarolinefanficweek Week - Canonish. Takes place during TVD’s Season 3, Episode 22, “The Departed” (some dialogue from this episode). Still trapped in Damon’s compulsion, Caroline finally sees a way out. All she has to do to save herself is save Klaus.
The Lion and the Manticore
Caroline hated feeling small. She hated it with same raging revulsion she saved for micro bangs and mom jeans. She’d existed in this world such a short time, but even then, knew that the passive-aggressive bullshit she experienced daily from her so-called friends was petty and small. Very, very small. There was a big, wide world out there, and one day, she’d get to experience it.
Unfortunately, ever since Damon had first started compelling her, she’d existed in this world as less than. But she’d never been less than, and fiercely reminded herself underneath this fucking fog he’d put in her brain that this was just a temporary problem she’d eventually solve.
As a scary, vamped-out Alaric grabbed Damon into a chokehold, Caroline finally saw a way out. For the first time in months (14 of them to be irritatingly exact), her smile felt real.
In which the husband was describing a car and said it was similar to the car in original recipe Roadhouse. My sweet summer child, like I watched anything other than shirtless Patrick Swayze.
Author’s note: This was written for week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic @klarolinefanficweek Week - Canonish. Takes place during TVD’s Season 3, Episode 22, “The Departed” (some dialogue from this episode). Still trapped in Damon’s compulsion, Caroline finally sees a way out. All she has to do to save herself is save Klaus.
The Lion and the Manticore
Caroline hated feeling small. She hated it with same raging revulsion she saved for micro bangs and mom jeans. She’d existed in this world such a short time, but even then, knew that the passive-aggressive bullshit she experienced daily from her so-called friends was petty and small. Very, very small. There was a big, wide world out there, and one day, she’d get to experience it.
Unfortunately, ever since Damon had first started compelling her, she’d existed in this world as less than. But she’d never been less than, and fiercely reminded herself underneath this fucking fog he’d put in her brain that this was just a temporary problem she’d eventually solve.
As a scary, vamped-out Alaric grabbed Damon into a chokehold, Caroline finally saw a way out. For the first time in months (14 of them to be irritatingly exact), her smile felt real.
Author’s note: This was written for week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Canonish. Having tracked down the doppelganger, Klaus arrived in Mystic Falls to keep a close eye on his key ritual ingredient. Unexpectedly, he gets distracted by a fledgling who sings like a goddess...
Temporary Flame
Just this morning, Klaus had enjoyed a caffè ristretto while strolling from his 15th-century, frescoed estate to the Uffizi to view his favorite Botticelli, Michelangelo and Caravaggio works. And now he was in a vulgar bar filled with unwashed peasants in the backwoods of Virginia being served pig swill masquerading as scotch. But he’d no choice — once his doppelganger had been found, he wasn’t about to trust his minions to make the confirmation.
He threw back the rest of his scotch with a grimace, making a mental note to compel this hovel’s manager to order better quality libations since it appeared he’d spend a mind-numbingly amount of time here. Didn’t the doppelganger have school to attend? Klaus knew American schools were rubbish, but surely they required attendance of its wayward pupils at least a few times a week?
Instead, there she was, pouting like a spoiled brat because an inept waiter was asking after someone named Caroline. Apparently, the generational selfishness hadn’t been bred out of doppelgangers. “Matt, are you sure you want to get more serious about Caroline?” She batted her dark lashes up at the dimwitted oaf, adding in a voice dripping with false sincerity, “I know you guys have been doing better lately and you’ve been a great influence on Caroline — she’s kinder and less self-centered these days. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt if the feelings aren’t there.”
Bloody hell. This doppelganger was a real piece of work — she obviously didn’t like that this foolish boy’s attention was focused elsewhere. She had all of Tatia’s ravenous narcissism but none of Katerina’s calculated allure.
“You’re supposed to be Caroline’s friend,” the slack-jawed peasant surprisingly admonished. “Elena, I can’t wait around for you to decide if you want to get back together. Besides, you’re with Stefan, remember?”
Klaus’ esteem for the fumbling imbecile went up a fraction. While this Caroline certainly didn’t deserve to be treated as a consolation prize, at least he didn’t dishonor the poor girl by succumbing to whatever inane flirtations the doppelganger had planned. A local band started setting up in a dusty corner, mercifully distracting Klaus from this tedious, poorly contrived drama. And then a radiant blonde joined them, all nervous smiles and sugary sweetness. A fledgling.
Intrigued, he watched as she effortlessly compelled the band to let her sing, an endeavor that usually took a vampire a decade or better to perfect. Her adorable rambling was endearing and tweaked something in Klaus’ chest. “You’re going to play backup to me singing my heart out because this guy I like needs to know how I feel and while I’ll never be Elena, I can show him my soul and then maybe it won’t matter anymore that I’m not Elena.”
This was Caroline? He really should’ve paid closer attention to his minions’ surveillance research. She was so heartbreakingly earnest and hopeful. A queen without an ego willing to bravely put herself on display for a loutish moron. Easily rectified once he compelled the object of her desire to let her down gently. Caroline deserved better than the likes of a mediocre, small-town nobody who could live a hundred lifetimes and still not be her equal.
A murmur went through the small crowd as Caroline started to sing, her hesitant voice strengthening as she gained confidence. Bloody fucking hell. She sang like a goddess. She had no need for the meager lights painting the dingy bar a pale yellow — there was a golden light that shined from her so brightly Klaus found himself blinking as though he’d stepped into the sun.
She sang of nourishing an eternal flame for this callow boy, this Matt, who’d never understand this miraculous creature. Klaus sighed irritably, signaling another round of that pig swill while he bided his time. Compelling Matt to stay away from his Caroline would take the edge off of a rather grating evening.
But then something utterly unexpected occurred — the idiotic human turned away from the insipid doppelganger, watching Caroline with something akin to enthrallment. And Klaus saw how that stunning little vampire came alive when she realized she now commanded the attention of the scruffy, terribly common object of her desire. She positively glowed.
Klaus looked on in annoyance as this Matt comically threw down the dishtowel he’d been clutching and rushed the makeshift stage in the corner to gather Caroline up in his unimpressive arms, swinging her around while she giggled before he peppered her with clumsy, enthusiastic kisses.
Bollocks. Klaus watched Caroline with fond exasperation and realized he couldn’t compel this crush of hers to stay away. Undoubtedly, Caroline soon would realize the lumbering nitwit was a useless waste of space that she’d outgrown along with the rest of this pitiful town.
A satisfied smirk touched Klaus’ lips. He had the patience to play the long game. And win.
Here's Part I of my two-part story for week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week - Canonish @klarolinefanficweek
Summary: Caroline hates Klaus. It's as simple as that.
Except... it isn't simple at all. Between saving the world from Silas, arguing over absolutely everything and a secret neither of them can afford to admit, hate has never been so terribly complicated.
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Hey guys! It’s Week 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week [July 1-July 5, 2026] and the theme is 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!
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 1 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Canonish. Having tracked down the doppelganger, Klaus arrived in Mystic Falls to keep a close eye on his key ritual ingredient. Unexpectedly, he gets distracted by a fledgling who sings like a goddess...
Temporary Flame
Just this morning, Klaus had enjoyed a caffè ristretto while strolling from his 15th-century, frescoed estate to the Uffizi to view his favorite Botticelli, Michelangelo and Caravaggio works. And now he was in a vulgar bar filled with unwashed peasants in the backwoods of Virginia being served pig swill masquerading as scotch. But he’d no choice — once his doppelganger had been found, he wasn’t about to trust his minions to make the confirmation.
He threw back the rest of his scotch with a grimace, making a mental note to compel this hovel’s manager to order better quality libations since it appeared he’d spend a mind-numbingly amount of time here. Didn’t the doppelganger have school to attend? Klaus knew American schools were rubbish, but surely they required attendance of its wayward pupils at least a few times a week?
Instead, there she was, pouting like a spoiled brat because an inept waiter was asking after someone named Caroline. Apparently, the generational selfishness hadn’t been bred out of doppelgangers. “Matt, are you sure you want to get more serious about Caroline?” She batted her dark lashes up at the dimwitted oaf, adding in a voice dripping with false sincerity, “I know you guys have been doing better lately and you’ve been a great influence on Caroline — she’s kinder and less self-centered these days. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt if the feelings aren’t there.”
Bloody hell. This doppelganger was a real piece of work — she obviously didn’t like that this foolish boy’s attention was focused elsewhere. She had all of Tatia’s ravenous narcissism but none of Katerina’s calculated allure.
“You’re supposed to be Caroline’s friend,” the slack-jawed peasant surprisingly admonished. “Elena, I can’t wait around for you to decide if you want to get back together. Besides, you’re with Stefan, remember?”
Klaus’ esteem for the fumbling imbecile went up a fraction. While this Caroline certainly didn’t deserve to be treated as a consolation prize, at least he didn’t dishonor the poor girl by succumbing to whatever inane flirtations the doppelganger had planned. A local band started setting up in a dusty corner, mercifully distracting Klaus from this tedious, poorly contrived drama. And then a radiant blonde joined them, all nervous smiles and sugary sweetness. A fledgling.
Intrigued, he watched as she effortlessly compelled the band to let her sing, an endeavor that usually took a vampire a decade or better to perfect. Her adorable rambling was endearing and tweaked something in Klaus’ chest. “You’re going to play backup to me singing my heart out because this guy I like needs to know how I feel and while I’ll never be Elena, I can show him my soul and then maybe it won’t matter anymore that I’m not Elena.”
This was Caroline? He really should’ve paid closer attention to his minions’ surveillance research. She was so heartbreakingly earnest and hopeful. A queen without an ego willing to bravely put herself on display for a loutish moron. Easily rectified once he compelled the object of her desire to let her down gently. Caroline deserved better than the likes of a mediocre, small-town nobody who could live a hundred lifetimes and still not be her equal.
A murmur went through the small crowd as Caroline started to sing, her hesitant voice strengthening as she gained confidence. Bloody fucking hell. She sang like a goddess. She had no need for the meager lights painting the dingy bar a pale yellow — there was a golden light that shined from her so brightly Klaus found himself blinking as though he’d stepped into the sun.
She sang of nourishing an eternal flame for this callow boy, this Matt, who’d never understand this miraculous creature. Klaus sighed irritably, signaling another round of that pig swill while he bided his time. Compelling Matt to stay away from his Caroline would take the edge off of a rather grating evening.
But then something utterly unexpected occurred — the idiotic human turned away from the insipid doppelganger, watching Caroline with something akin to enthrallment. And Klaus saw how that stunning little vampire came alive when she realized she now commanded the attention of the scruffy, terribly common object of her desire. She positively glowed.
Klaus looked on in annoyance as this Matt comically threw down the dishtowel he’d been clutching and rushed the makeshift stage in the corner to gather Caroline up in his unimpressive arms, swinging her around while she giggled before he peppered her with clumsy, enthusiastic kisses.
Bollocks. Klaus watched Caroline with fond exasperation and realized he couldn’t compel this crush of hers to stay away. Undoubtedly, Caroline soon would realize the lumbering nitwit was a useless waste of space that she’d outgrown along with the rest of this pitiful town.
A satisfied smirk touched Klaus’ lips. He had the patience to play the long game. And win.
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