Caroline the Vampire Slayer
Kwritten stumbled across a Caroline Halloween fic that surpassed all other Halloween fics, and Fluffyfrolicker and I decided this particular brand of Caroline fic needed to be its own genre. So, in the spirit of Dia de los Muertos (which kind of makes it still Halloween), here is the first in what I hope to be a plethora of Caroline/pop culture costume fics. C'mon everybody! Write your own!
Title: Caroline the Vampire Slayer
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG
Word Count: 327 (I'm not a writer. Don't expect long fic from me!)
Author's Notes: Can vampires in TVD see their reflection? I wasn't sure, so I said yes. Just go with it!
“Caroline, I’m not dying my hair!”
Tyler lay on the bed, yummy and naked, sprawled out on the pillows. Caroline glanced at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
“C’mon Tyler, you said we could do a couple-y costume thing this year, and this is what I want to do!”
“What if I said I’ll wear the lederhosen? You originally wanted to be Hansel and Gretel! I’ll wear a wig for you! But don’t make me dye my hair!”
“I heard that skank Rebeckah’s going as an Oktoberfest girl, and that’s just too close to Gretel for my taste. Please Tyler?”
Caroline had turned away from the mirror where she had been trying on her chosen Halloween costume. Tight red leather pants, black sleeveless shirt, gaudy gothic cross, kickass stiletto boots. Perfect. Now if only Tyler would play along . . .
“What if I was the other guy? I look more like the other guy anyway!” His hand was lifted in supplication.
“No, the other guy sucks! All he does is brood, and we have Stefan for that!” Caroline brushed her hair straight, put on a delicate pink lipstick, and began to layer on coats of mascara.
“Caroline!”
“Tyler, please?” She stretched the latter word out to an almost-whine. “I already bought the coat! And it's such a cool coat!”
“Fine, Caroline, but I’m dyeing my hair back as soon as we get home from the party!”
He started to get out of bed, throwing back the covers and standing up beside it. It was his fate to be at Caroline’s mercy while she tortured him with a home bleaching kit. Caroline, for her part, was bouncing on her feet and clapping, a huge smile across her face. Tyler shook his head and decided he’d do anything to get that smile. He mumbled a worry over what his mother would say when she saw him, but Caroline stopped his words with a smiling kiss.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth because lj really needs to get its act together.
Title: Caroline the Vampire Slayer
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG
Word Count: 327 (I'm not a writer. Don't expect long fic from me!)
Author's Notes: Can vampires in TVD see their reflection? I wasn't sure, so I said yes. Just go with it!
“Caroline, I’m not dying my hair!”
Tyler lay on the bed, yummy and naked, sprawled out on the pillows. Caroline glanced at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
“C’mon Tyler, you said we could do a couple-y costume thing this year, and this is what I want to do!”
“What if I said I’ll wear the lederhosen? You originally wanted to be Hansel and Gretel! I’ll wear a wig for you! But don’t make me dye my hair!”
“I heard that skank Rebeckah’s going as an Oktoberfest girl, and that’s just too close to Gretel for my taste. Please Tyler?”
Caroline had turned away from the mirror where she had been trying on her chosen Halloween costume. Tight red leather pants, black sleeveless shirt, gaudy gothic cross, kickass stiletto boots. Perfect. Now if only Tyler would play along . . .
“What if I was the other guy? I look more like the other guy anyway!” His hand was lifted in supplication.
“No, the other guy sucks! All he does is brood, and we have Stefan for that!” Caroline brushed her hair straight, put on a delicate pink lipstick, and began to layer on coats of mascara.
“Caroline!”
“Tyler, please?” She stretched the latter word out to an almost-whine. “I already bought the coat! And it's such a cool coat!”
“Fine, Caroline, but I’m dyeing my hair back as soon as we get home from the party!”
He started to get out of bed, throwing back the covers and standing up beside it. It was his fate to be at Caroline’s mercy while she tortured him with a home bleaching kit. Caroline, for her part, was bouncing on her feet and clapping, a huge smile across her face. Tyler shook his head and decided he’d do anything to get that smile. He mumbled a worry over what his mother would say when she saw him, but Caroline stopped his words with a smiling kiss.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth because lj really needs to get its act together.