Fanfic: 'The Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon' Collection
The following drabbles were all written in response to prompts from The Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon, hosted by softly_me.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. All content belongs to its rightful owners.
Title: Like a Dragon, Guarding His Gold
Author: crowandfog
Rating: T
Word Count: ~500
Characters/Pairings: Damon/Elena, Stefan/Elena, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: AU set in future any time after 2x07
Warnings: Mention of Death, Violence
Prompt: Damon/Elena, I wanna do what feels right... but you're not mine to hold.
Elena was quiet for a solid minute. And because she was, they all were. What do you say to someone who just watched her baby brother get torn in half? The air was warm, but they were all freezing.
She couldn't hold Jeremy close this time--there were too many pieces. So she stood instead and turned to look at all the concerned faces huddled behind her--friends, the remains of her fractured heart. She searched them all, looking for the one she needed the most. She found him standing near the back of the small crowd.
Elena stumbled toward him, her feet heavy with sorrow like iron boots, but nothing would stop her. Wearing her pain on his face, Stefan held out his arms, open, expecting to hold her, but Elena kept moving. That's not what she was looking for. The ache would come later, but, right now, Elena was boiling. She moved past Bonnie, Alaric, Tyler, and Caroline--all of them anxious and waiting--no one knowing what she'd do next.
Except for him. When Elena finally reached Damon, he was ready, blue eyes hard and blazing, half a smile playing on his lips. She didn't waste any time.
Whack!
She slapped her palm to his face like the gust of a mighty wind. Caroline gasped loudly, but Elena paid her no mind. She gave Damon a strong shove to the chest, then drove her right fist into his stomach with a thud.
"This is your fault!" Elena began to weep. She opened up like a polar ice cap, finally cracked, giving access to the ocean below. "You encouraged him about all this! Teased him about finding his purpose! Called him *hic* 'Indiana Jones'!"
Damon smirked at the hiccup in her voice, and Elena snapped. She shoved him again, threw all of her weight against him, and he gave in. Damon fell to the ground with a grunt.
Elena liked it, wanted to think she was hurting him, needed to hear that again. She gave him a solid kick in the chest now and was rewarded with a loud, "Oof!"
"Elena, no!" Stefan yelled. When Elena reared back for another kick, Stefan swooped in and reached out to grab her.
"Get back!" Damon hissed with a violence that froze his younger brother in his tracks. Stefan had no part in this.
This Elena belonged to him.
Damon couldn't hold Elena in his arms and soothe the ache in her chest. He couldn't whisper words that would melt away her pain. He couldn't kiss her lips and dry her tears with caresses to her face. He was no white knight, and Elena was not his to love.
But Damon owned Elena's hatred. He alone could bathe in her wrath. Yes, this part of her was all for himself. He'd earned it over and over again. It was his right, his honor, to keep it now.
Jeremy was dead, and Elena was dying inside.
This was the only healing Damon had to give her, and he'd sever any hand that dare try to stop him from giving it.
Title: You Only Collide When You're High
Author: crowandfog
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~180
Characters/Pairings: Jeremy, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 2x10
Warnings: Not Really
Prompt: Jeremy, Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
Jeremy Gilbert is no waste of space. He has potential. He has ideas.
"Gee, thanks, you sixteen-year-old child. Why didn't we think of that? Why are you even here?"
Yes, Jeremy Gilbert has ideas.
No matter what they think, he is not a failure. There might be bumps along the road, but Jeremy Gilbert gets it done.
Well, yeah, Katherine caught him before he could exit and drank his blood a half-dozen times.
Sure, Stefan, always the hero, rushed in to save him and got trapped in a tomb no one could unseal.
Okay, Bonnie formed an unholy alliance with some weirdo and almost died trying to get Stefan out.
(And wasn't protecting Bonnie half the point?)
But Jeremy Gilbert is not a failure.
As he descended the crumbling stone steps, into the underbelly of Mystic Falls, Jeremy had told himself one thing, I can do this.
And he could. And he did.
"I don't know. Between here and upstairs, there's still time for you to do something stupid."
Jeremy Gilbert got the moonstone.
But he'd probably die before anyone acknowledged it.
Title: Take Your 'White Knight' and Shove It
Author: crowandfog
Rating: M
Word Count: ~200
Characters/Pairings: Damon, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 2x11
Warnings: Violence
Prompt: Damon, The noir hero is a knight in blood-caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time.
It's the hope of a kill that keeps him moving, thinking, planning, doing. It's the chance to spill blood that brings him to life.
When a bitter vampire shoved a stake into his baby brother's stomach, it wasn't save Stefan that ran through his mind. Damon's only thought was how good it could feel to walk his fingers up Frederick's back and pry out his spine.
When a single call put that waste-of-space legal guardian in the hospital with a stab wound, he didn't think Katherine will pay for this. He just wondered how her neck would sound ripping apart like the hem of a dress caught on a rusty nail.
When Elena disappeared overnight and wound up in some broke-down, vampire crack house in Middle of Nowhere, VA… Well, yeah, it’s Elena. But he figured he might like the smell of flesh burning off the idiots who stole her from his town.
And now, with lady wolves pissing on pants and ancient, undead clowns coming around, he’s got his blood-caked armor on, and he’s ready to dance.
Because Damon Salvatore is a big-balled, crazy-eyed, homicidal badass vampire, and if you mess with his family, he will claw into your chest, tear out your heart, and send goodbye texts from your cell.
Title: Who Drives the Runaway Train?
Author: crowandfog
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~550
Characters/Pairings: Damon/Elena, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 2x08
Warnings: Not Really
Prompt: Damon, Obsession (n.): a persistent, disturbing preoccupation.
Damon knows. He always knows because he sees everything, hears everything, feels everything now. He sees each twitch of Elena's face and hears every note in her voice. He's always there, reading her like a book, turning page after page, memorizing all the lines. Because he needs to know more, needs to know her, needs her more than he's ever needed anyone before.
So when Elena tells him that she's tired and needs a nap, he knows that what she really means is she can't handle this right now. And he gets that, he really does, because he can't handle this right now either.
Damon can't handle the stress. Can't handle his thoughts. Can't handle all the tick tock tick tocks from the grandfather clock against the wall because every second of every minute of every hour brings them closer to Klaus. And he watches her sleeping on the couch, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and, no, he can't handle it.
He's been thinking about her all day, all day, all day--how many days has it been? He's not sure when he started, just knows he never stops. Never stops wondering if he'll be fast enough, smart enough, strong enough to save her. Never stops wondering if he missed something. Never stops wondering if somehow this is his fault.
Maybe if he'd been a better person, maybe if he'd been like Stefan, maybe if he'd let go of Katherine. No, he wouldn't know her, but no one would be looking either. And if it would save her--if only he could save her--he would even unknow her right now.
But Damon will save her. He has to save her. Elena simply must be saved. She is good and she is true and she is everything that the world got right, the only thing the world got right, the only thing right in his world.
And she's beautiful, so beautiful, lying there, resting, and he hopes she's having a good dream. He'd make sure of it--give her a good dream--but he knows she wears that necklace because she doesn't want him to. Doesn't want him in her head, doesn't want him in her bed, doesn't want him, doesn't want--
And now he needs another drink because he's got the itch again, and with every moment being so close to her last one--no, not her last one--he doesn't have the time to scratch, isn't allowed to scratch anymore. Isn't allowed to play games like he wants--has to be good--isn't allowed to sleep.
So he sits in a chair and stares at the fire, stares at her, stares at the fire, stares at her. She sets him on fire and makes him feel things he hasn't felt, he hasn't felt things in a hundred and forty-five years.
Now he can't stop feeling, can't stop thinking, has to keep thinking, has to keep drinking because he has to keep her safe. He has to keep her. Even if she hates him, it's too late for him; he can't stop loving her now. Damon can't stop loving her. So he'll keep planning and learning and searching and working until he finds a way to save her, finds a way to save her, finds a way to save himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. All content belongs to its rightful owners.
Title: Like a Dragon, Guarding His Gold
Author: crowandfog
Rating: T
Word Count: ~500
Characters/Pairings: Damon/Elena, Stefan/Elena, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: AU set in future any time after 2x07
Warnings: Mention of Death, Violence
Prompt: Damon/Elena, I wanna do what feels right... but you're not mine to hold.
Elena was quiet for a solid minute. And because she was, they all were. What do you say to someone who just watched her baby brother get torn in half? The air was warm, but they were all freezing.
She couldn't hold Jeremy close this time--there were too many pieces. So she stood instead and turned to look at all the concerned faces huddled behind her--friends, the remains of her fractured heart. She searched them all, looking for the one she needed the most. She found him standing near the back of the small crowd.
Elena stumbled toward him, her feet heavy with sorrow like iron boots, but nothing would stop her. Wearing her pain on his face, Stefan held out his arms, open, expecting to hold her, but Elena kept moving. That's not what she was looking for. The ache would come later, but, right now, Elena was boiling. She moved past Bonnie, Alaric, Tyler, and Caroline--all of them anxious and waiting--no one knowing what she'd do next.
Except for him. When Elena finally reached Damon, he was ready, blue eyes hard and blazing, half a smile playing on his lips. She didn't waste any time.
Whack!
She slapped her palm to his face like the gust of a mighty wind. Caroline gasped loudly, but Elena paid her no mind. She gave Damon a strong shove to the chest, then drove her right fist into his stomach with a thud.
"This is your fault!" Elena began to weep. She opened up like a polar ice cap, finally cracked, giving access to the ocean below. "You encouraged him about all this! Teased him about finding his purpose! Called him *hic* 'Indiana Jones'!"
Damon smirked at the hiccup in her voice, and Elena snapped. She shoved him again, threw all of her weight against him, and he gave in. Damon fell to the ground with a grunt.
Elena liked it, wanted to think she was hurting him, needed to hear that again. She gave him a solid kick in the chest now and was rewarded with a loud, "Oof!"
"Elena, no!" Stefan yelled. When Elena reared back for another kick, Stefan swooped in and reached out to grab her.
"Get back!" Damon hissed with a violence that froze his younger brother in his tracks. Stefan had no part in this.
This Elena belonged to him.
Damon couldn't hold Elena in his arms and soothe the ache in her chest. He couldn't whisper words that would melt away her pain. He couldn't kiss her lips and dry her tears with caresses to her face. He was no white knight, and Elena was not his to love.
But Damon owned Elena's hatred. He alone could bathe in her wrath. Yes, this part of her was all for himself. He'd earned it over and over again. It was his right, his honor, to keep it now.
Jeremy was dead, and Elena was dying inside.
This was the only healing Damon had to give her, and he'd sever any hand that dare try to stop him from giving it.
Title: You Only Collide When You're High
Author: crowandfog
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~180
Characters/Pairings: Jeremy, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 2x10
Warnings: Not Really
Prompt: Jeremy, Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
Jeremy Gilbert is no waste of space. He has potential. He has ideas.
"Gee, thanks, you sixteen-year-old child. Why didn't we think of that? Why are you even here?"
Yes, Jeremy Gilbert has ideas.
No matter what they think, he is not a failure. There might be bumps along the road, but Jeremy Gilbert gets it done.
Well, yeah, Katherine caught him before he could exit and drank his blood a half-dozen times.
Sure, Stefan, always the hero, rushed in to save him and got trapped in a tomb no one could unseal.
Okay, Bonnie formed an unholy alliance with some weirdo and almost died trying to get Stefan out.
(And wasn't protecting Bonnie half the point?)
But Jeremy Gilbert is not a failure.
As he descended the crumbling stone steps, into the underbelly of Mystic Falls, Jeremy had told himself one thing, I can do this.
And he could. And he did.
"I don't know. Between here and upstairs, there's still time for you to do something stupid."
Jeremy Gilbert got the moonstone.
But he'd probably die before anyone acknowledged it.
Title: Take Your 'White Knight' and Shove It
Author: crowandfog
Rating: M
Word Count: ~200
Characters/Pairings: Damon, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 2x11
Warnings: Violence
Prompt: Damon, The noir hero is a knight in blood-caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time.
It's the hope of a kill that keeps him moving, thinking, planning, doing. It's the chance to spill blood that brings him to life.
When a bitter vampire shoved a stake into his baby brother's stomach, it wasn't save Stefan that ran through his mind. Damon's only thought was how good it could feel to walk his fingers up Frederick's back and pry out his spine.
When a single call put that waste-of-space legal guardian in the hospital with a stab wound, he didn't think Katherine will pay for this. He just wondered how her neck would sound ripping apart like the hem of a dress caught on a rusty nail.
When Elena disappeared overnight and wound up in some broke-down, vampire crack house in Middle of Nowhere, VA… Well, yeah, it’s Elena. But he figured he might like the smell of flesh burning off the idiots who stole her from his town.
And now, with lady wolves pissing on pants and ancient, undead clowns coming around, he’s got his blood-caked armor on, and he’s ready to dance.
Because Damon Salvatore is a big-balled, crazy-eyed, homicidal badass vampire, and if you mess with his family, he will claw into your chest, tear out your heart, and send goodbye texts from your cell.
Title: Who Drives the Runaway Train?
Author: crowandfog
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~550
Characters/Pairings: Damon/Elena, Others
Show/Books: Show
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 2x08
Warnings: Not Really
Prompt: Damon, Obsession (n.): a persistent, disturbing preoccupation.
Damon knows. He always knows because he sees everything, hears everything, feels everything now. He sees each twitch of Elena's face and hears every note in her voice. He's always there, reading her like a book, turning page after page, memorizing all the lines. Because he needs to know more, needs to know her, needs her more than he's ever needed anyone before.
So when Elena tells him that she's tired and needs a nap, he knows that what she really means is she can't handle this right now. And he gets that, he really does, because he can't handle this right now either.
Damon can't handle the stress. Can't handle his thoughts. Can't handle all the tick tock tick tocks from the grandfather clock against the wall because every second of every minute of every hour brings them closer to Klaus. And he watches her sleeping on the couch, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and, no, he can't handle it.
He's been thinking about her all day, all day, all day--how many days has it been? He's not sure when he started, just knows he never stops. Never stops wondering if he'll be fast enough, smart enough, strong enough to save her. Never stops wondering if he missed something. Never stops wondering if somehow this is his fault.
Maybe if he'd been a better person, maybe if he'd been like Stefan, maybe if he'd let go of Katherine. No, he wouldn't know her, but no one would be looking either. And if it would save her--if only he could save her--he would even unknow her right now.
But Damon will save her. He has to save her. Elena simply must be saved. She is good and she is true and she is everything that the world got right, the only thing the world got right, the only thing right in his world.
And she's beautiful, so beautiful, lying there, resting, and he hopes she's having a good dream. He'd make sure of it--give her a good dream--but he knows she wears that necklace because she doesn't want him to. Doesn't want him in her head, doesn't want him in her bed, doesn't want him, doesn't want--
And now he needs another drink because he's got the itch again, and with every moment being so close to her last one--no, not her last one--he doesn't have the time to scratch, isn't allowed to scratch anymore. Isn't allowed to play games like he wants--has to be good--isn't allowed to sleep.
So he sits in a chair and stares at the fire, stares at her, stares at the fire, stares at her. She sets him on fire and makes him feel things he hasn't felt, he hasn't felt things in a hundred and forty-five years.
Now he can't stop feeling, can't stop thinking, has to keep thinking, has to keep drinking because he has to keep her safe. He has to keep her. Even if she hates him, it's too late for him; he can't stop loving her now. Damon can't stop loving her. So he'll keep planning and learning and searching and working until he finds a way to save her, finds a way to save her, finds a way to save himself.