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12 January 2011 @ 01:55 am
fic, vampire diaries: things fall apart (damon/alaric), r, 1386 words  
Title: things fall apart
Pairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1386
Spoilers: Implies that it's set after the beginning of S2.
Summary: where the world as we know it has ended and both Damon and Alaric try to deal with it. It doesn't necessarily go well most of the time.
Warnings: previous mentioned character death(s), blood drinking, angst overload.
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, very sadly for me.
A/N: for fullonswayzeed for the five acts exchange; it got too long and so I'm posting it in one chunk. Prompts were apocalyptic/post apocalyptic settings and cigarettes. I hope it works for you. ♥ The fever-triggered-Apocalypse device is totally stolen from Stephen King, by the way. Also using for my au_bingo square future: post-apocalypse and my hc_bingo square blood loss.

“Never pegged you for a smoker,” Damon says as Alaric brings the cigarette between his lips and takes a drag.

“It’s more advisable than drinking,” Alaric snaps back. Hell, it’s the end of the world, he doesn’t want to die drunk, not to mention that stealing cigarettes is way easier than bringing with you bottles of whatever poison you decided to go for. A packet of cigarettes will take almost no space in your coat or in your duffel, but a bottle of vodka will.

“Then again, I did peg you for the practical type.”

Then Damon steals his cigarette and takes a couple of drags before handing it over. Alaric sighs and doesn’t object.

He hadn’t really thought that something like this would happen during his lifetime, and he surely hadn’t imagined he’d end up with Damon of all people, but he has learned to work with what he has.

(This meaning that everyone in Mystic Falls is dead because of a fever. Which obviously wasn’t just a fever, since from what Alaric gathered from the last news he watched before there weren’t news anymore, it had wiped out 85% of the population in just the US. He’s alive just because apparently his ring protects him also from deadly illnesses. And well, Damon is already dead, he wasn’t going to catch some fever.)

--

The car they’re currently using dies in the middle of a deserted road and Damon curses when he sees that there’s no gas anymore.

“You knew it would happen,” Alaric says, getting out of the car and grabbing his duffel from the trunk.

“Well, I hoped it wouldn’t happen when there isn’t another car to steal,” Damon snaps, and Alaric lets it go.

“We’ll find one. And next time just stop changing speed so much, you use a lot less gas if you keep the same speed all along,” Alaric tells him instead, and then he starts walking. Damon glares at him for a second, then picks his own bag and follows him.

(Alaric knows that Damon misses his brother even if he doesn’t say it. Then again, Alaric tries not to think about what happened back in Mystic Falls before they left.)

--

They find another car and Damon lets Alaric drive. And Alaric doesn’t drive as recklessly, which means that the gas will last a while. If only they had a place to go.

They sleep inside the car since there’s no building in sight on this particular day. Damon looks like he’d like to kill someone and he’s disgustingly pale. But it’s not like he has had much to drink lately, and drinking blood from infected people? Not a good idea. (They learned the lesson with Caroline and Stefan already.)

Alaric hands him a cigarette and Damon lights it up with shaking hands.

“You know, you can’t keep on going like this,” Alaric says, breaking the silence. “You can’t last long.”

“I can last as long as I need,” Damon as he takes drag after drag, and Alaric can see that he’s lying all the way. They’ve been on the run for two weeks, there’s no way Damon will hold it together until a month is passed.

And to be entirely honest, Alaric would rather have him around than driving through a ghost country alone.

He reaches inside his pocket and takes out his Swiss knife.

“What the heck are you doing?”

“Just pay attention and try to take just what you need, will you?” Alaric asks, and then he cuts his palm and reaches out with his hand.

Damon jerks at the sight, but doesn’t just grab it as Alaric had thought he would.

“Seriously? You are offering –”

“You aren’t the greatest person on the planet but believe me, I don’t want you dead.”

Damon’s tongue runs across his palm then, and Alaric tries not to think about the fact that it feels half-good instead of revolting.

--

He ends up offering his hand once each week. It’s barely the minimum for keeping Damon upright, but it’s not like he can afford to have much more of that sucked away. Especially because when all you can eat is canned food, you can’t just renounce too much blood.

--

“Why do you even do this?” Damon asks one night. They’re in this abandoned hotel, and it used to be fancy but now it’s probably just creepy rather than anything else. It had a couple of rooms still good for sleeping in though (meaning: two rooms without bodies on the beds), but the only one with clean sheets was the honeymoon suite. Which thankfully doesn’t have heart-shaped furniture.

Alaric closes the Swiss knife before he can cut his hand again and turns to look at Damon, who’s sitting next to him on the bed.

“Meaning?”

“I can’t think of many other people who’d stick with me that long and would actually make an effort to keep me standing meanwhile,” Damon hisses, and that’s way too sincere even for him, but Alaric figures that the end of the world changes your perspectives.

“Then it’s your lucky day,” Alaric answers, not seeing what the heck Damon is aiming at.

Damon sighs and steals a cigarette, and when Alaric opens the Swiss knife again he shakes his head.

Later that night neither of them is sleeping but Damon is obviously shaking and Alaric wonders whether Damon realizes that if he has a suicidal streak, Alaric isn’t here to indulge him.

“For fuck’s sake, take it,” Alaric says putting his wrist just in front of Damon’s face.

“Stop it,” Damon snaps back, and Alaric wants to slap him, really.

“No, you stop it.” Alaric is at the end of his patience here, and so he just grabs the Swiss knife, cuts his hand and smashes it against Damon’s lips so that he has to take it.

--

“Do you really want me around so much?” Damon asks the next morning, his voice strangely quiet. Alaric can’t help wondering how Damon still didn’t get it, but then again we’re talking about a psychotic vampire who hadn’t worked through a century of issues before a plague wiped most of the country away.

“Do you really think that between having you around and driving through this stupid country alone I’d go for the second? Hell, I can just take the ring off and shoot myself in the head then. But since I know it’s not what you want to hear –”

“How do you know what I want to hear?”

“Shut up. Yes, I want you around. No, it’s not because there isn’t no one else. Yes, I’d probably even miss your face if you starved to death. No, I’m not fucking joking. And yes, you look like you’re about to pass out, so if you want another go I guess I can stand it. Now, are you done trying to change my mind?”

He looks straight at Damon’s pale face (paler than usual at least), and then Damon closes his eyes, nods and opens them again. Alaric hands his wrist over and when Damon bites gently into his skin Alaric doesn’t look away.

--

They leave the next day, if only because Alaric wants to drive when he isn’t feeling like fainting. Damon reaches him at the driver’s door before he can get in though, and his expression is carefully blank. Alaric just wishes he’d talk.

“Thanks,” Damon says next, and nothing else, but then he moves forward, places a soft kiss at the corner of Alaric’s mouth and then leaves and gets in the passenger seat.

“Seriously?” Alaric asks as soon as he’s behind the wheel.

Damon shrugs. “I was thinking to do that already before this whole plague crap started. Figures I’d take the occasion and do it now.” He’s trying to smirk, but he’s not being good at it.

“Good thing you did before starving,” Alaric mutters, and then he starts the car.

Damon looks surprised for a second but then shakes his head and looks out of the window, then he reaches for the cigarettes on the dashboard.

Alaric doesn’t stop him and actually asks for the packet, and he doesn’t protest when Damon hands him the half-smoked cigarette he had been keeping between his lips until two seconds earlier.

End.
 
 
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fullonswayzeed on January 12th, 2011 02:19 am (UTC)
ASLKFLAJHFJSDHFSDJHGDF.

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH! ♥

This has so many of my favorite things in it! And blood sharing wasn't even on my list because it only applies to this fandom but UGH I love it.

My favorite part was Damon refusing to take Alaric's blood because I can SO see Damon doing that if he thought someone cared about him, since in his eyes those people are few and far between.

Okay, this is getting all tl;dr, so thank you again!
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon 2.0janie_tangerine on January 12th, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)
UHM I REALLY LIKE YOUR KEYMASHING REACTIONS. ;)

Seriously, I'm so glad that this worked for you! I kind of had a really good time writing it, in spite of the angstiness. ;) And I remembered from the other round that you were partial to blood sharing so I figured I'd throw that in too, not that the idea of Alaric giving it to Damon voluntarily wasn't appealing. ;) and ha, tldr is good for me really, means I got it right. ;) Thanks so very much! :DDDD
Big Bag of Weird: TVD Damon/Alaric fencegehirnstuerm on January 12th, 2011 07:49 am (UTC)
Ooooh! Damon, Alaric and a post-apocalyptic setting! With cigarettes, too! This has quite a few of my favourite things covered :D

the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon/alaric phonejanie_tangerine on January 12th, 2011 05:58 pm (UTC)
Idk why I decided it was their turn to go post-apocalyptic but I really wanted to try it, er. ;) Thanks so much, I'm so glad that you liked it! ♥
ozmissage: TVD. Alaric. can't let it goozmissage on January 12th, 2011 05:22 pm (UTC)
*squees*

This is amazing, the image of Alaric offering his wrist to Damon made me flail a ridiculous amount. EPIC. :D

Edited at 2011-01-12 05:23 pm (UTC)
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon/alaricjanie_tangerine on January 12th, 2011 05:56 pm (UTC)
Ee, thanks so much! :D

I'll admit that the idea of Alaric voluntarily offering blood was kind of appealing for me too. ;) I'm so glad that you liked it!
i'm chris, not dustin (bella): silly: castiel: misha is emc2accrues on January 14th, 2011 10:46 pm (UTC)
This is so great. Awfully sad, but great. <3
the female ghost of tom joadjanie_tangerine on January 15th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, I'm so glad that you liked it! :D
Elle: Damon strippingcollectively on January 14th, 2011 11:25 pm (UTC)
Oh my. I love this pairing. You write it VERY well. Excellent sexual tension (om nom) and I loved the tone of the piece. Thanks for posting it!
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon 2.0janie_tangerine on January 15th, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
Ee thanks so much! :D I'm really glad that it worked for you, and ha, well, this pairing wouldn't be as awesome without ust, right? ;) thanks again! <3
Sandrine: Damon/Alaricsandrine on January 15th, 2011 11:44 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I love post-apocalyptic fics, and I love Damon/Alaric - especially the way you wrote them, with Alaric grudgingly liking and being protective of Damon despite himself. So really, this is pretty much perfect from where I'm standing.

the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon/alaricjanie_tangerine on January 16th, 2011 01:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you so very much! ;D Post-apocalyptic is totally one of my favorite things too and I'm really glad to hear that you liked what I did with the both of them in this. ♥
A.: happy dancevella_amor_dm on January 16th, 2011 12:56 pm (UTC)
i like i like i like i like i like i like i like :D

this is so precious. i love that despite it being the end of the world and all, the story still manages to be slow and sweet <3333333333
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn HAS A PLOT Y/Yjanie_tangerine on January 16th, 2011 01:33 pm (UTC)
Eeee much glad to hear you like indeed! :DDD and ha yeah trust me to write sweet stuff at the end of the world. ;) Thanks so much for reading! <3333333333

ALSO YOUR ICON UNF HI BRAIN HAS GONE INTO SHORT CIRCUIT.
A.vella_amor_dm on January 16th, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
it's beautifullllllll :D i want to cuddle it close to my heart!

OMG IKR? IAN SEXYHALDER HAS THAT EFFECT ON PEOPLE *POINTS AT YOUR ICON*
Glenn: cookhornshypertwink on January 26th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)
Weirdly enough, I was expecting them to encounter an Impala on the road LOL I like this. I can see Damon and Alaric doing exactly what they did here. Yup.
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon/alaricjanie_tangerine on January 28th, 2011 03:01 pm (UTC)
Aha, lol, maybe it will happen sometime soon. ;) Thanks, much glad it worked for you! :D
Lisa: the vampire diaries: damon elenameridian_rose on April 24th, 2011 09:02 am (UTC)
I enjoyed reading this :D
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon 2.0janie_tangerine on May 6th, 2011 08:41 pm (UTC)
.. oops, sorry for getting to this so late? *hides* thanks so much, glad you liked it! :D
pleasebekidding: al AtVSpleasebekidding on January 2nd, 2012 05:11 am (UTC)
Oh dear. I melted into a puddle of squee. Sorry 'about that.
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn alaricjanie_tangerine on January 5th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
Sorry? I'm totally feeling accomplished if that was your reaction. :D thanks so much!