A couple of ficlets (I'm off for the holidays! miss me much!)
Title: Fortune Found
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Damon/Elena
Warnings: Spoilery for all aired episodes with speculation for the future that is not based on spoiler reading.
Author's Notes: OMG, becca_radcgg! Today was the worst day ever--so freaking busy, but I busted my ass to get something out for you. It may suck, so don't judge me too hard. Merry Christmas, dear!
Damon's not sure how it's possible that the idea of never having Elena ever is more painful than having had Katherine, losing her, finding out he could get her back, working toward it for a century and a half, losing her all over again, and then realizing he'd never really had her at all. (Except that he had.)
He'd never had Elena, not even a little bit. So how can he miss something he never had?
When did he start sounding like something out of a chick-flick?
He is spending too much time with Caroline Forbes, obviously.
He misses Rose, for some weird reason. She'd only been around for a few weeks, but he'd grown used to her hoity-toity accent and her easy smiles and her warm affection.
It had been nice to have someone from whom he didn't have to protect himself all the time. It had been tolerable, then, this thing he felt for Elena, because Rose had been there to distract him with alabaster skin and full breasts and eagerly parted thighs.
(He never even pretended she was Elena, not once. He just...couldn't do that.)
The night he kissed Elena (Katherine), he'd been out of his head. There had been this moment where he'd been certain he would die, and he watched John Gilbert ram a stake through Anna's chest even though John knew that his nephew was involved with the girl. He'd lain there thinking of his father (something he tried never to do) and wondering if he'd run into him in hell, because that had to be where he was going (assuming one went anywhere when one died for good). So naturally, when he hadn't died, he'd gone to see Jeremy, who was a lot like him--well, a lot like how he'd been back when he was human--and he'd tried to find some sort of absolution.
You know, so if he ever did really die, and he went to hell, he could honestly say he'd tried, at least once to set something right. (Unlike his bastard of a father, who had the woman his sons both loved carted off to be burned alive, and then stood idly by while they were shot to death.)
And then Elena (Katherine) had been there on the porch, and he'd tried to set more things right, but he'd ended up kissing her instead.
It's quite possible that that was the sweetest kiss he'd ever been a party to, and it hadn't even been Elena. Sure, in his head it had been Elena, and that had some strange satisfactory quality to it, even in retrospect.
It had been about him, not about her. The her hadn't really even mattered at all, because the emotion had been there and burned him up quicker than the actual flames he'd almost succumbed to in the basement of that old building an hour before.
But then, of course, he'd blown that too, on the redo. The redo hadn't been sweet, hadn't ended well, and now he was paying--would keep paying--for it. Now, the loss of Elena is somehow crippling, when he'd really never had her at all.
What. The. Fuck.
He can't figure it out, and it hurts his brain almost as much as Bonnie's witchey-aneurysms.
Their confrontations get more and more heated, and more and more frequent. So after Rose's death, when Elena storms into his bedroom ranting about how they're all going to die and she's not going to be responsible for it and if Stefan won't listen to her then dammit, Damon, you will, or I swear to God I'll just stake you both and be done with it myself! and he just starts laughing and she takes another swing at him.
He warned her plenty about that, so he doesn't feel bad in the slightest when he grabs her arm, shoves her up against the door she'd slammed behind her on her way in and kisses her the way he's wanted to since...Atlanta, at least.
What robs him of breath and thought and wisdom is her response, her mouth opening and her tongue rushing forward to meet his and her hands in his hair and her body pressed tightly to his. He's the one who pulls away first and he's the one who tries to say something to disspell the awful tension.
She's the one who presses her fingers to his lips, shushing him, her eyes full of something he's never seen before, something that makes his heart leap. She slips from his grasp and opens the door, leaving quietly, and he's left standing there, touching his lips the way he did the night he thought he'd kissed her on the front porch.
Maybe he hasn't lost anything. Maybe he just hasn't received it yet. And if he's very, very careful, he might be able to keep Elena alive, and if he's very, very patient, she might just come to him without him chasing her for a hundred and forty five years.
Title: Unwanted Advice
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Caroline and Damon; implied Caroline/Tyler
Warnings: Spoilery for all aired episodes with speculation for the future that is not based on spoiler reading.
Author's Notes: I wrote this one last night on a whim, due to becca_radcgg's prompts.
Damon in her bedroom every morning is just one of the many facets of why it sucks to be a Vampire. He stands smirking in the doorway as she wraps a section of hair around her Hot Tools one-inch barreled curling iron and glares at him in the mirror.
"What?" he says, a note of innocence in his voice.
"I don't care what you think, or haven't you noticed?" she snaps.
"Oh, I noticed alright," he mutters, his gaze never wavering from hers. "But you know what happens to people who don't do what I want them to." He makes his normal crazy eyes at her, but they don't scare her anymore.
Caroline takes the opportunity to plaster a smirk on her own face. "You're never going to kill me, or Tyler."
"I wouldn't be so confident if I were you," he growls. "Besides, I won't have to kill you if you hang out with him on a full moon. You don't know, Caroline, but trust me when I say you don't want to die that way."
Setting the curling iron down on the vanity top, she swivels around to look at him. She tries not to let her face get too soft, because she knows it will just agitate him. In a sing-song voice, she teases, "You're worried about me, aren't you?" When he scoffs, she adds, "And I was just going to play the Elena card, but you're actually here, like...as my friend, aren't you?"
His eyebrows meet ferociously in the center of his forehead. "No, Vampire Barbie, I'm here as the Town Keeper apparently, to tell you that hanging out with Tyler Lockwood and letting him kiss you is going to get you killed."
"Because you care," she says, barely refraining herself from awwwing.
She watches him clench his fists and then cross his arms over his chest defensively. "I just don't want to have to stake you because you tried to maul your mom."
"Because she's your friend," Caroline says, beaming at him.
Damon sighs huffily and throws up his hands as if conceding defeat. "Shut up. Whatever. Just...be careful."
Caroline spins back around and captures his gaze in the mirror again. "I will be, don't worry."
He raps his knuckles against the wood frame. "I will kill Tyler if I have to. Make no mistake about it."
He disappears from view and she hears the front door shut loudly. Meeting her own eyes in the mirror is difficult, because she knows he's right. If she tells Tyler the truth, he's not going to want to kiss her anymore anyway, and if she doesn't tell him, something really bad could happen.
Another facet of why it sucks to be a Vampire: Damon giving unwanted but badly needed advice.
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Damon/Elena
Warnings: Spoilery for all aired episodes with speculation for the future that is not based on spoiler reading.
Author's Notes: OMG, becca_radcgg! Today was the worst day ever--so freaking busy, but I busted my ass to get something out for you. It may suck, so don't judge me too hard. Merry Christmas, dear!
Damon's not sure how it's possible that the idea of never having Elena ever is more painful than having had Katherine, losing her, finding out he could get her back, working toward it for a century and a half, losing her all over again, and then realizing he'd never really had her at all. (Except that he had.)
He'd never had Elena, not even a little bit. So how can he miss something he never had?
When did he start sounding like something out of a chick-flick?
He is spending too much time with Caroline Forbes, obviously.
He misses Rose, for some weird reason. She'd only been around for a few weeks, but he'd grown used to her hoity-toity accent and her easy smiles and her warm affection.
It had been nice to have someone from whom he didn't have to protect himself all the time. It had been tolerable, then, this thing he felt for Elena, because Rose had been there to distract him with alabaster skin and full breasts and eagerly parted thighs.
(He never even pretended she was Elena, not once. He just...couldn't do that.)
The night he kissed Elena (Katherine), he'd been out of his head. There had been this moment where he'd been certain he would die, and he watched John Gilbert ram a stake through Anna's chest even though John knew that his nephew was involved with the girl. He'd lain there thinking of his father (something he tried never to do) and wondering if he'd run into him in hell, because that had to be where he was going (assuming one went anywhere when one died for good). So naturally, when he hadn't died, he'd gone to see Jeremy, who was a lot like him--well, a lot like how he'd been back when he was human--and he'd tried to find some sort of absolution.
You know, so if he ever did really die, and he went to hell, he could honestly say he'd tried, at least once to set something right. (Unlike his bastard of a father, who had the woman his sons both loved carted off to be burned alive, and then stood idly by while they were shot to death.)
And then Elena (Katherine) had been there on the porch, and he'd tried to set more things right, but he'd ended up kissing her instead.
It's quite possible that that was the sweetest kiss he'd ever been a party to, and it hadn't even been Elena. Sure, in his head it had been Elena, and that had some strange satisfactory quality to it, even in retrospect.
It had been about him, not about her. The her hadn't really even mattered at all, because the emotion had been there and burned him up quicker than the actual flames he'd almost succumbed to in the basement of that old building an hour before.
But then, of course, he'd blown that too, on the redo. The redo hadn't been sweet, hadn't ended well, and now he was paying--would keep paying--for it. Now, the loss of Elena is somehow crippling, when he'd really never had her at all.
What. The. Fuck.
He can't figure it out, and it hurts his brain almost as much as Bonnie's witchey-aneurysms.
Their confrontations get more and more heated, and more and more frequent. So after Rose's death, when Elena storms into his bedroom ranting about how they're all going to die and she's not going to be responsible for it and if Stefan won't listen to her then dammit, Damon, you will, or I swear to God I'll just stake you both and be done with it myself! and he just starts laughing and she takes another swing at him.
He warned her plenty about that, so he doesn't feel bad in the slightest when he grabs her arm, shoves her up against the door she'd slammed behind her on her way in and kisses her the way he's wanted to since...Atlanta, at least.
What robs him of breath and thought and wisdom is her response, her mouth opening and her tongue rushing forward to meet his and her hands in his hair and her body pressed tightly to his. He's the one who pulls away first and he's the one who tries to say something to disspell the awful tension.
She's the one who presses her fingers to his lips, shushing him, her eyes full of something he's never seen before, something that makes his heart leap. She slips from his grasp and opens the door, leaving quietly, and he's left standing there, touching his lips the way he did the night he thought he'd kissed her on the front porch.
Maybe he hasn't lost anything. Maybe he just hasn't received it yet. And if he's very, very careful, he might be able to keep Elena alive, and if he's very, very patient, she might just come to him without him chasing her for a hundred and forty five years.
Title: Unwanted Advice
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Caroline and Damon; implied Caroline/Tyler
Warnings: Spoilery for all aired episodes with speculation for the future that is not based on spoiler reading.
Author's Notes: I wrote this one last night on a whim, due to becca_radcgg's prompts.
Damon in her bedroom every morning is just one of the many facets of why it sucks to be a Vampire. He stands smirking in the doorway as she wraps a section of hair around her Hot Tools one-inch barreled curling iron and glares at him in the mirror.
"What?" he says, a note of innocence in his voice.
"I don't care what you think, or haven't you noticed?" she snaps.
"Oh, I noticed alright," he mutters, his gaze never wavering from hers. "But you know what happens to people who don't do what I want them to." He makes his normal crazy eyes at her, but they don't scare her anymore.
Caroline takes the opportunity to plaster a smirk on her own face. "You're never going to kill me, or Tyler."
"I wouldn't be so confident if I were you," he growls. "Besides, I won't have to kill you if you hang out with him on a full moon. You don't know, Caroline, but trust me when I say you don't want to die that way."
Setting the curling iron down on the vanity top, she swivels around to look at him. She tries not to let her face get too soft, because she knows it will just agitate him. In a sing-song voice, she teases, "You're worried about me, aren't you?" When he scoffs, she adds, "And I was just going to play the Elena card, but you're actually here, like...as my friend, aren't you?"
His eyebrows meet ferociously in the center of his forehead. "No, Vampire Barbie, I'm here as the Town Keeper apparently, to tell you that hanging out with Tyler Lockwood and letting him kiss you is going to get you killed."
"Because you care," she says, barely refraining herself from awwwing.
She watches him clench his fists and then cross his arms over his chest defensively. "I just don't want to have to stake you because you tried to maul your mom."
"Because she's your friend," Caroline says, beaming at him.
Damon sighs huffily and throws up his hands as if conceding defeat. "Shut up. Whatever. Just...be careful."
Caroline spins back around and captures his gaze in the mirror again. "I will be, don't worry."
He raps his knuckles against the wood frame. "I will kill Tyler if I have to. Make no mistake about it."
He disappears from view and she hears the front door shut loudly. Meeting her own eyes in the mirror is difficult, because she knows he's right. If she tells Tyler the truth, he's not going to want to kiss her anymore anyway, and if she doesn't tell him, something really bad could happen.
Another facet of why it sucks to be a Vampire: Damon giving unwanted but badly needed advice.