[tvd] fic | Once More With Feeling (Damon + Elena)
Title: Once More With Feeling
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon and Elena
Word Count: 520
Rating: PG
Prompt: Damon and Elena are bored and so decide to have a 'Buffy' marathon... from upupa_epops
He has the good sense to raise a sofa cushion in front of his face before he speaks, "You do realise you're totally the Xander-dude, right?"
And he can almost hear the moment her soda disappears up her nose. Winces and lowers the cushion an inch to make sure the sudden choking isn't, like, life-threatening.
To her credit, she keeps her balled fists right where they are. Which, well, the fact that her fists are balled at all probably means his analogy is a little off, but whatever. Xander.
No doubt.
He continues; "Caroline is most definitely Cordelia. No contest."
Her eyes bulge, impossibly wide. The hint of a giggle huffs from behind teeth she keeps resolutely clenched.
"And Ric would want to be Giles, but it's definitely gotta be Wesley, right? You've got to admit he's no Giles."
Two eye-brows raise in unison. A dare of sorts for him to elaborate.
Dare, he thinks, accepted. "Well, Giles is in control of everything. And not in a we'll all pretend to listen to you and then do whatever we want in the end kind of way, either. Whereas Wesley? Is totally Ric."
He nods, like the gesture settles any potential debate.
"Wow," she exhales, buttery pop-corn breathy. "Do you have an actual death wish?"
Credits are rolling on the screen in his peripheral vision. He pauses to watch for a beat, loves this next bit...
Waits for it...
Grrrr. Argh.
Turns back to Elena.
Mimics; "Grrrr. Argh." Clenched fingers raised in her direction and all.
She swats him away playfully and tilts her head back against the rear of the sofa. Yawns with her fingers half-heartedly over her mouth as he notes the time, three seventeen am. Oops.
"And who, pray tell, are you, Damon Salvatore?" Doesn't bother to hide the inherent challenge laced through the words.
"That's easy," he grins with a lazy shrug, as though the answer is neon-bright obvious. Which, well, it is. "I'm totally Faith."
This time the soda isn't so much snorted as it is sprayed. All over his face. He wipes at the sugared mist with exaggerated vigor.
"What?" he asks, frown firmly in place. As though the reason for her incredulous outburst is impossible to fathom. "She is totally badass."
Her eyes roll.
"And easily the sexiest character in the whole show..."
Her eyes roll again. Twice. "If you get to be Faith on the basis that she's hot and badass, I totally get to be Buffy."
He blinks at her declaration, allows a sudden thought to take him over as he snatches at the discarded DVD case and forces it open with a snap that almost separates the two halves. Permanently. Scans the episode information inside for the synopsis of what is still to come.
"Ooh, tell me those two totally get it on." He looks up at her for confirmation, earnest all of a sudden. "If those two hook up, then you can most definitely be Buffy."
He wriggles his eyebrows at her in the way he knows only works about three percent of time. Can't help himself.
"In fact, I actively encourage it."
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon and Elena
Word Count: 520
Rating: PG
Prompt: Damon and Elena are bored and so decide to have a 'Buffy' marathon... from upupa_epops
He has the good sense to raise a sofa cushion in front of his face before he speaks, "You do realise you're totally the Xander-dude, right?"
And he can almost hear the moment her soda disappears up her nose. Winces and lowers the cushion an inch to make sure the sudden choking isn't, like, life-threatening.
To her credit, she keeps her balled fists right where they are. Which, well, the fact that her fists are balled at all probably means his analogy is a little off, but whatever. Xander.
No doubt.
He continues; "Caroline is most definitely Cordelia. No contest."
Her eyes bulge, impossibly wide. The hint of a giggle huffs from behind teeth she keeps resolutely clenched.
"And Ric would want to be Giles, but it's definitely gotta be Wesley, right? You've got to admit he's no Giles."
Two eye-brows raise in unison. A dare of sorts for him to elaborate.
Dare, he thinks, accepted. "Well, Giles is in control of everything. And not in a we'll all pretend to listen to you and then do whatever we want in the end kind of way, either. Whereas Wesley? Is totally Ric."
He nods, like the gesture settles any potential debate.
"Wow," she exhales, buttery pop-corn breathy. "Do you have an actual death wish?"
Credits are rolling on the screen in his peripheral vision. He pauses to watch for a beat, loves this next bit...
Waits for it...
Grrrr. Argh.
Turns back to Elena.
Mimics; "Grrrr. Argh." Clenched fingers raised in her direction and all.
She swats him away playfully and tilts her head back against the rear of the sofa. Yawns with her fingers half-heartedly over her mouth as he notes the time, three seventeen am. Oops.
"And who, pray tell, are you, Damon Salvatore?" Doesn't bother to hide the inherent challenge laced through the words.
"That's easy," he grins with a lazy shrug, as though the answer is neon-bright obvious. Which, well, it is. "I'm totally Faith."
This time the soda isn't so much snorted as it is sprayed. All over his face. He wipes at the sugared mist with exaggerated vigor.
"What?" he asks, frown firmly in place. As though the reason for her incredulous outburst is impossible to fathom. "She is totally badass."
Her eyes roll.
"And easily the sexiest character in the whole show..."
Her eyes roll again. Twice. "If you get to be Faith on the basis that she's hot and badass, I totally get to be Buffy."
He blinks at her declaration, allows a sudden thought to take him over as he snatches at the discarded DVD case and forces it open with a snap that almost separates the two halves. Permanently. Scans the episode information inside for the synopsis of what is still to come.
"Ooh, tell me those two totally get it on." He looks up at her for confirmation, earnest all of a sudden. "If those two hook up, then you can most definitely be Buffy."
He wriggles his eyebrows at her in the way he knows only works about three percent of time. Can't help himself.
"In fact, I actively encourage it."