I write too much
Another fic meme, this time stolen from youcallitwinter. Ladies and gentlemen: Lines From WIPs.
Some of this stuff is to be finished, some is on the "just some scribbling, forever unfinished" pile, about some, I'm undecided. This is all TVD.
1. A s4 AU, when Elena reaches for Katherine's addresses in 4x17, Damon impulsively gives them to her himself, and decides to team up with her.
He moves his hands to slide her jacket off her shoulders and kisses her earnestly, just like he did on the rooftop. Damon doesn't have different kisses for different people, he kisses everyone like he means it, mouth eager and hands shaking, too much of a fake to remember how he did it when he was still real. Elena will never trust him now that she saw just how much of a fake he is, but maybe it's for the best.
It's not very reliable, when the only difference between real and not real is in his own head.
2. A s3 AU.
Once upon a time, he used to be a real husband, and - potentially - a father (they had time), a teacher with good intuition, an awesome historian, a model citizen. Now he probably drinks way too much, and his anger management mechanisms include stabbing the undead with wooden stakes. He's fallen into bad company (teenage rebellion at 35, great), and if he carries on like that, he'll completely fuck up his last real chance to get a white picket fence life.
3. Post-s2
When Elena closes her eyes, she sees herself locked between two brothers. They stand hand in hand, looking at each other through her, what a beautiful symmetry. She used to want to be a writer and sometimes she still has thoughts like this, symmetries and paralles and juxtapositions. Nothing really looks like that for her, not any more, but there is some comfort in such a neat description of the world: there is a good brother and there is a bad brother, and they make a circle around her, but then everything falls apart, Stefan is black and white while Damon is all shades of grey, and Elena is neither. She opens her eyes and shakes her head to get rid of the image; she is a grown-up now and she is so done with metaphors.
4. A s3 AU, Stefan turns Elena into a vampire in 3x11.
She can feel drying drops on her skin, and it drives her crazy. She smells of river water and vomit; sounds and lights around her are so sharp she wants to scream, and she doesn't even care that she's dead, doesn't care about anything but the noise, noise outside and noise inside, how can people function when there's so much noise?
(They aren't people.)
Damon makes a small gesture, and Alaric moves behind them to turn off the lights and the dishwasher. Only now Damon dares to touch her face like he doesn't care he'll get blood on his hands. It's poetic, in a way, blood smeared and skin on skin. (He should kiss her now. It would make a nice story if he kissed her now.)
5. Future!fic, immediately post-s4.
Damon doesn't question it when she slips under his duvet and curls up to his side. He's exactly like she remembers him, soft, and warm, and easy. His arms surround her like an armor, and she doesn't even need to ask, just relax and let him kiss her temple, rub some peace into her tense shoulders. She forgot how good it felt to be in his arms, so she tells him.
Well, she tells him something.
“Damon,” she says, and she feels him nod. Somehow it feels like only a half-conversation, but it doesn't matter now, not when he wraps himself around her like poison ivy. He lifts her hand to his lips, and Elena gives up; tomorrow is another day, and now is not the right time for words.
She'll tell him the rest in the morning.
(She won't, but it's such a nice thought to have.)
6. Future!fic, possibly distant future.
“Show me how it was done in 1864,” she asks him once when they're in his bedroom, and Damon lets out a sharp laugh.
“Oh, come on, like you don't want to.”
“Why do you want to? If I knew you had an antebellum fetish, I would've done my hair differently.”
“I'm curious,” says Elena simply, and Damon holds her gaze.
“You want to know how it felt?” he asks mockingly.
“No. I want to know if you remember.”
7. Some unspecified moment; Elena is a vampire, but they still live in MF, and Damon helps her get dressed in her 1860s costume.
Finally he steps behind her and helps her secure the corset around her waist. Elena can feel a quick kiss on her neck before Damon starts pulling at the strings to put them in place. She knows he watches the material carefully, looking for holes or stains, but then suddenly something shifts in the silence of the room, and Damon's hands go softer.
He rests his open palm on her back, the strings falling neatly in place above it, and a breath catches in Elena's throat. There's something very delicate in Damon's movements even as he's pulling hard, catching her waist in an iron grip, and Elena grows still under his fingers, the marble statue she is.
(A copy of a copy of a copy.)
“You're quite a handmaid,” she whispers as she finally lets herself find his face in the mirror.
8. A s3 AU, Elena sleeps with Damon in 3x19
Damon's hands feel different than she expected, softer and more restless. She pulls back to look at him again, and this time there's no flick of panic in his eyes. He gives her a wicked smile and pulls up her leg to grind into her, but Elena catches his hand and moves it up so he can cup her ass again.
(Here. Her name is Elena Gilbert, and she's been thinking about how Damon's hand would feel on her ass.)
He has the decency to not ask “Are you sure?” when she unzips his pants, and it's a good thing, because she isn't. She isn't, and that's the beauty of it, the thrill of small kisses and shaking hands, new, all new, she's allowed to feel something new.
They can't quite peel her tight jeans off her, urgent fingers colliding, so she gives Damon a playful kiss and spins around, hands resting on the pillar. She hears him gasp when she bends.
9. AU post-3x05
Stefan knows exactly where to hit, how to apply the right amount of pressure for the bones to crack louder and spines to bend slower. It's petty what he does, really, with all the bad dreams, and bourbon, and sorority girls; none of it really fits Stefan's pattern, there is no ripping apart or writing the names down.
"Just find your own way of being evil," snaps Damon after a week (they are brothers, it's their job to be petty).
"Oh, but I like your way so much better!"
It's entirely possible that I missed something in the mess that is my fic file, but here it goes :).
Some of this stuff is to be finished, some is on the "just some scribbling, forever unfinished" pile, about some, I'm undecided. This is all TVD.
1. A s4 AU, when Elena reaches for Katherine's addresses in 4x17, Damon impulsively gives them to her himself, and decides to team up with her.
He moves his hands to slide her jacket off her shoulders and kisses her earnestly, just like he did on the rooftop. Damon doesn't have different kisses for different people, he kisses everyone like he means it, mouth eager and hands shaking, too much of a fake to remember how he did it when he was still real. Elena will never trust him now that she saw just how much of a fake he is, but maybe it's for the best.
It's not very reliable, when the only difference between real and not real is in his own head.
2. A s3 AU.
Once upon a time, he used to be a real husband, and - potentially - a father (they had time), a teacher with good intuition, an awesome historian, a model citizen. Now he probably drinks way too much, and his anger management mechanisms include stabbing the undead with wooden stakes. He's fallen into bad company (teenage rebellion at 35, great), and if he carries on like that, he'll completely fuck up his last real chance to get a white picket fence life.
3. Post-s2
When Elena closes her eyes, she sees herself locked between two brothers. They stand hand in hand, looking at each other through her, what a beautiful symmetry. She used to want to be a writer and sometimes she still has thoughts like this, symmetries and paralles and juxtapositions. Nothing really looks like that for her, not any more, but there is some comfort in such a neat description of the world: there is a good brother and there is a bad brother, and they make a circle around her, but then everything falls apart, Stefan is black and white while Damon is all shades of grey, and Elena is neither. She opens her eyes and shakes her head to get rid of the image; she is a grown-up now and she is so done with metaphors.
4. A s3 AU, Stefan turns Elena into a vampire in 3x11.
She can feel drying drops on her skin, and it drives her crazy. She smells of river water and vomit; sounds and lights around her are so sharp she wants to scream, and she doesn't even care that she's dead, doesn't care about anything but the noise, noise outside and noise inside, how can people function when there's so much noise?
(They aren't people.)
Damon makes a small gesture, and Alaric moves behind them to turn off the lights and the dishwasher. Only now Damon dares to touch her face like he doesn't care he'll get blood on his hands. It's poetic, in a way, blood smeared and skin on skin. (He should kiss her now. It would make a nice story if he kissed her now.)
5. Future!fic, immediately post-s4.
Damon doesn't question it when she slips under his duvet and curls up to his side. He's exactly like she remembers him, soft, and warm, and easy. His arms surround her like an armor, and she doesn't even need to ask, just relax and let him kiss her temple, rub some peace into her tense shoulders. She forgot how good it felt to be in his arms, so she tells him.
Well, she tells him something.
“Damon,” she says, and she feels him nod. Somehow it feels like only a half-conversation, but it doesn't matter now, not when he wraps himself around her like poison ivy. He lifts her hand to his lips, and Elena gives up; tomorrow is another day, and now is not the right time for words.
She'll tell him the rest in the morning.
(She won't, but it's such a nice thought to have.)
6. Future!fic, possibly distant future.
“Show me how it was done in 1864,” she asks him once when they're in his bedroom, and Damon lets out a sharp laugh.
“Oh, come on, like you don't want to.”
“Why do you want to? If I knew you had an antebellum fetish, I would've done my hair differently.”
“I'm curious,” says Elena simply, and Damon holds her gaze.
“You want to know how it felt?” he asks mockingly.
“No. I want to know if you remember.”
7. Some unspecified moment; Elena is a vampire, but they still live in MF, and Damon helps her get dressed in her 1860s costume.
Finally he steps behind her and helps her secure the corset around her waist. Elena can feel a quick kiss on her neck before Damon starts pulling at the strings to put them in place. She knows he watches the material carefully, looking for holes or stains, but then suddenly something shifts in the silence of the room, and Damon's hands go softer.
He rests his open palm on her back, the strings falling neatly in place above it, and a breath catches in Elena's throat. There's something very delicate in Damon's movements even as he's pulling hard, catching her waist in an iron grip, and Elena grows still under his fingers, the marble statue she is.
(A copy of a copy of a copy.)
“You're quite a handmaid,” she whispers as she finally lets herself find his face in the mirror.
8. A s3 AU, Elena sleeps with Damon in 3x19
Damon's hands feel different than she expected, softer and more restless. She pulls back to look at him again, and this time there's no flick of panic in his eyes. He gives her a wicked smile and pulls up her leg to grind into her, but Elena catches his hand and moves it up so he can cup her ass again.
(Here. Her name is Elena Gilbert, and she's been thinking about how Damon's hand would feel on her ass.)
He has the decency to not ask “Are you sure?” when she unzips his pants, and it's a good thing, because she isn't. She isn't, and that's the beauty of it, the thrill of small kisses and shaking hands, new, all new, she's allowed to feel something new.
They can't quite peel her tight jeans off her, urgent fingers colliding, so she gives Damon a playful kiss and spins around, hands resting on the pillar. She hears him gasp when she bends.
9. AU post-3x05
Stefan knows exactly where to hit, how to apply the right amount of pressure for the bones to crack louder and spines to bend slower. It's petty what he does, really, with all the bad dreams, and bourbon, and sorority girls; none of it really fits Stefan's pattern, there is no ripping apart or writing the names down.
"Just find your own way of being evil," snaps Damon after a week (they are brothers, it's their job to be petty).
"Oh, but I like your way so much better!"
It's entirely possible that I missed something in the mess that is my fic file, but here it goes :).