Aly J. (simply_aly) wrote,
Aly J.
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Fic: [3] TVD (John/Caroline, Damon/Caroline, Klaus/Caroline)

Title:  Not Exactly Self-Destruction
Authorsimply_aly
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: John/Caroline
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  545
Summary:  There really is nothing funny about the situation Caroline’s made for them.
A/N:  For a Comment Fic Party prompt by mistress_britt. Originally posted HERE.

That John is Elena’s biological father never once factored into Caroline’s thinking. Truthfully, the only reason she likes him is because he’s alone. But Elena won’t talk to him. (Elena won’t talk to her, either, but that’s only because she’s with John.)

As a matter of fact, the only reason she’s even thinking of Elena now is because she just realized that, in public, she would look like she could be his daughter. But she’s not his daughter, and anyone who watches them closely enough could see that—not like they’re together in public very often. He’s not so cooperative then.

John doesn’t love her—personally, Caroline believes he’s still somewhat in love with Isobel, but he’ll never admit that—and Caroline doesn’t really love him either. Caroline loved Matt, but she’d never put him in danger by telling him about all the things that go bump in the night. And she loved Tyler too, but he doesn’t trust her much anymore—not after she lied about so much. So she left and tracked down John because she needs someone to talk to, someone who will listen to her; and most of all, someone to hold her at night when she realizes once again that another day has passed and she hasn’t aged.

He reminds her of this all the time—one of the only ways he can verbalize his dislike of the situation she has all but forced on him. “Are you sure you look old enough not to get carded?” he’ll ask spitefully. “Don’t you have school work you can do?” he’ll say in annoyance when he wants her to leave him alone. The worst, however, is when he brings up her mother. “Are you going to go crying to your mommy now?” he taunts sometimes.

But she’s the one with the trump card in the end. She just glares at him as she squeezes his wrist until he winces, reminding him once again who’s in charge. Sometimes she’ll even bring up Isobel, just to see that look of pain cross his face for a second before his eyes harden. She knows how much he regrets telling her about his failed attempt to get back with Isobel and she’s not afraid to throw it in his face when he hurts her first.

They don’t laugh together very often. There really is nothing funny about the situation Caroline’s made for them. They’re stuck in this little world where their only outlet is the one John hates and enjoys with equal fervor…and Caroline knows it.

John likes the fantasy of control, the illusion of revenge, as he pulls her hair and makes her scream. He likes to pretend, even for a moment, that what he does to her at night hurts her worse than what she does to him during the day. But they both know better.

In the end, she’ll sleep somewhat peacefully and he’ll lie watching her, unable to close his eyes right away. He can’t help but wonder how someone so beautiful can be so cruel.

Caroline knows he hates her, and on some level, she hates him just as much.

He can’t leave because she won’t let him, and she can’t leave because there’s no where for her to go.


Title:  Clichés Abound
Authorsimply_aly
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Damon/Caroline
Rating:  PG
Word Count:  405
Summary:  “Enlighten me,” he says bemusedly. “What’s my cliché?”
A/N:  For a Comment Fic Party prompt by ishi_chan. Originally posted HERE.

Caroline glares at Damon when he points out how much of a cliché she is one night.

“I am not a cliché!” she yells, sitting up in bed, pulling the sheets with her.

Damon rolls his eyes and puts his hands behind his head, looking relaxed as he elaborates. “You’re a young, eternally beautiful vampire who is in love with someone she’ll never be able to have forever so you’re currently sleeping with your maker to numb the pain.”

She opens her mouth to deny his comment, but finds the words die on her tongue. “I’m not the only vampire in the room with a cliché hanging over their head,” she mumbles defensively.

“Enlighten me,” he says bemusedly. “What’s my cliché?”

“You’re the typical reformed serial killer who stopped only because he fell in love. You just happen to be of the vampire variety. You also hold an eternal resentment for the people who brought about your turning—if that isn’t cliché, I don’t know what is,” she diagnoses, wearing a smirk of superiority.

“You’re one to talk!” he throws back at her, both fighting the urge to laugh and fighting the urge to shut her up before she says anything more. She’s close enough to the truth as it is.

She looks at him curiously for a minuet, not sure what he is referring to. “I don’t hold any resentment to the people who played a part in my turning,” she says quietly after a few moments. “I regret not having been informed of my choices before I made them, but I don’t really regret turning—I probably wouldn’t have done differently even if I knew I’d fall in love with Tyler afterward. I certainly don’t regret what you did for me that night.”

His turn to look at her with a curious expression. “But that night at the carnival, when you spoke to me….” He trails off, not sure how to tell her he remembers when she managed to knock him off his feet and push him down a hallway. He doesn’t have to say the words, however. She already knows.

She laughs. “I hated not that you turned me, but that you used to compel me all the time. I hated that you drank my blood without giving me a choice.” She smiles and leans down to kiss him. “Now, you can’t compel me. And I get to drink your blood too.”


Title:  In Another Universe
Authorsimply_aly
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Klaus/Caroline
Rating:  PG
Word Count:  700
Summary:  She doesn’t remember a lot from that night, but she remembers that he was a good dancer.
A/N:  For a Comment Fic Party prompt by ishi_chan. Originally posted HERE.

He was a good dancer. She doesn’t remember a lot from that night, but she remembers that he was a good dancer. He bought her a lot of drinks and he made her laugh, and he called her a cab. She doesn’t have a clear picture of his face, but she remembers his striking green eyes and his sandy blond hair.

“Do you want to go to the club later?” Caroline innocently asks Elena the next morning. “You can even bring Damon.”

Elena smiles at Caroline. “Weren’t you just there with Bonnie yesterday?”

Caroline lights up at the question. “Yes!” she exclaims, unable to keep in her excitement. “And I met a guy and I was hoping to see him again, but he didn’t give me his name or his number.”

“Don’t you have a hangover?” the brunette asks amusedly as she brushes her hair.

“It’ll be gone by the time we leave,” Caroline says confidently. “So, do you wanna go?”

Elena rolls her eyes but agrees. “Damon’s wanted to do something for awhile now.”

***

Caroline doesn’t see him right away, and she spends most of the night at the bar, sipping drink after drink as she watches Damon twirl Elena around the dance floor. She can’t help thinking, ‘that should have been me.’

After the seventh or eighth drink, she hears a deep voice behind her. “And, here I thought you’d be smart enough to stay away after the first encounter.”

Turning around, Caroline sees the most beautiful man she has ever laid eyes on. “I felt cheated,” she flirts, despite the strange warning he’s giving her. “You never even told me your name.”

He takes the drink from her hand, swirls it around for a moment before setting it down and looking into her eyes. Caroline cannot help but get lost in those eyes of his again. “Would you dance with me?” he asks seductively.

Caroline nods; she’s entranced by the way he’s looking at her. She offers him her hand, which he takes delicately. He leads her to the dance floor, her drink forgotten on the bar.

***

She doesn’t go home with Elena and Damon. This man, this blond haired god she’s met, is not so gentlemanly this night, and he takes her to his home—or rather, his hotel room.

He tells her she’s beautiful, tells her she looks a little too young to be in a club, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing her against the hotel room door.

“I’m twenty three,” she insists when he lets her breathe, and it’s the truth. Although he’s partially right, for she still looks seventeen.

She supposes he doesn’t much care if she’s lying. He looks to be about thirty five, but he doesn’t tell her anything. As a matter of fact, she still doesn’t know his name.

She’s about to open her mouth and ask when he walks over to the stereo system and plays music. Not club music, but slow, intimate dancing music. She remembers all the dancing they’ve done, how in sync he was with her, and she moves over to him immediately.

She doesn’t remember anything after that.

***

She wakes up alone in the hotel room. At least, she thinks she’s alone. When she looks around and sees no one, she assumes he’s left her alone, so she quickly puts on her clothes.

She doesn’t remember what happened, but she feels an intense rush of pleasure at the mere thought of doing something, and she knows that whatever happened, she liked it—immensely.

Quietly, she makes her way over to the door. She doesn’t know why she’s tiptoeing; she’s alone, she reminds herself, but the instinct is there nonetheless.

But as soon as her hand touches the doorknob, a shadow makes itself seen and he’s all of a sudden right there, holding the door closed. “I never said you could leave,” he says.

She’s not truly surprised that he’s also a vampire. Someone that beautiful—that perfect—couldn’t have possibly been human. “I don’t have morning afters with people I do not know,” she says, “and I don’t even know your name.”

“Forgive me,” he says apologetically, his fangs coming out. “I’m Klaus.”
Tags: art: fanfiction, character: caroline forbes, character: damon salvatore, character: john gilbert, character: klaus mikaelson, pairing: damon/caroline, pairing: john/caroline, pairing: klaus/caroline, tv show: the vampire diaries
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