All my change I spent on you (Damon/Elena) - snippets
Title: All my change I spent on you (snippets)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 500
Spoilers: 3x22
Warnings: I am attempting fluff. God help me. Which is my way of saying: this is fucking ridonk.
Summary: Damon Salvatore gives up on Elena Gilbert on a Wednesday afternoon, while doing dishes after dinner. Which probably means that he's growing as a person.
A/N: This is me, shamelessly combining prompts. badboy-fangirl requested a D/E story in which Damon moves on; the prompt was: If happy ever after did exist / I would still be holding you like this / And all those fairytales are full of shit / One more fucking love song, I'll be sick. She also gave me the title. fluffyfrolicker gave me this quote: I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend. / I don't believe in a fairytale end. As you see, these prompts are a perfect match.
Once I started writing, I discovered that this story actually can't be told in a comment!fic. I love the prompts, and I really want to write this, but it looks like it's gonna be a monster, and I can't be writing a monster until my tvd-bigbang story is done. So here's how it's gonna work: I'm posting some snippets right now, and I'll come back to this story in October. It should work better in s4 universe anyway. Feel free to poke me with a stick once the bigbang is posted.
All my change I spent on you
One day, Damon simply gives up.
He always thought it'd be more dramatic. Giving up is a big deal, it should include blood, gore and general horror, or at least a speech. Yes, most definitely a speech.
Instead Damon Salvatore gives up on Elena Gilbert on a Wednesday afternoon, while doing dishes after dinner. Which probably means that he's growing as a person.
***
Damon really wishes he could have a drink with Ric now. “I'm not pining any more,” he'd say. “I'm moving on.” Then they'd get properly hammered, and the night would end with vomiting into a flowerpot (Alaric), getting a sense of closure (Damon) and telling a few ultimately embarrassing stories (both).
But Ric is dead, and it feels kind of wrong to get drunk with someone else, so no drinking happens. Well, no real drinking, that is.
For a moment Damon considers a random self-destructive hook-up, but eventually decides against it. He's over being self-destructive, or maybe it just feels stupid to make a dramatic gesture without a proper dramatic build-up. Maybe a bit of both.
He ends up calling Liz Forbes, asking if she needs any help with her Council stuff.
“In case you didn't notice, I'm about to be kicked out from the Council. Everyone knows my daughter is a vampire, remember?” says Liz bitterly. Damon bites his lip.
“Come on, like they could ever kick you out. Where the hell would they found anyone half as competent?” he tries, but Liz lets out an impatient sigh.
“Get a job, Damon,” she says before she hangs up on him.
Fifteen minutes later he's at her doorstep with a bottle of tequila. So much for no drinking.
***
Damon doesn't handle idleness that well. Now that he's not pining after Elena, he has far too much free time, and he can't exactly focus on saving the town from monsters.
“Breathe, you can get through this. You're gonna get through this,” he sometimes hears coming from upstairs, but he doesn't pay any notice. Those are Stefan's problems right now, Elena and her hunger. Damon wants no part in it
In a moment of desperation he seriously considers repainting the house. Eating a village. Getting a cat. Whatever, really.
“You look wired,” notices Elena one day.
“You look hungry,” he cuts, suddenly wishing the glass in his hand was full of blood instead of bourbon.
Elena gives him a look that makes him feel a bit like he's kicked a Golden Retriever, but, to his surprise, she doesn't leave. Instead, she pours herself a drink and sits right next to him.
“I am, you know. Hungry,” she says softly. That's something Damon hasn't heard from her ever since she drowned.
“Well, maybe I am a little bit wired,” he admits.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“I think I'm gonna have to take over the world.”
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 500
Spoilers: 3x22
Warnings: I am attempting fluff. God help me. Which is my way of saying: this is fucking ridonk.
Summary: Damon Salvatore gives up on Elena Gilbert on a Wednesday afternoon, while doing dishes after dinner. Which probably means that he's growing as a person.
A/N: This is me, shamelessly combining prompts. badboy-fangirl requested a D/E story in which Damon moves on; the prompt was: If happy ever after did exist / I would still be holding you like this / And all those fairytales are full of shit / One more fucking love song, I'll be sick. She also gave me the title. fluffyfrolicker gave me this quote: I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend. / I don't believe in a fairytale end. As you see, these prompts are a perfect match.
Once I started writing, I discovered that this story actually can't be told in a comment!fic. I love the prompts, and I really want to write this, but it looks like it's gonna be a monster, and I can't be writing a monster until my tvd-bigbang story is done. So here's how it's gonna work: I'm posting some snippets right now, and I'll come back to this story in October. It should work better in s4 universe anyway. Feel free to poke me with a stick once the bigbang is posted.
All my change I spent on you
One day, Damon simply gives up.
He always thought it'd be more dramatic. Giving up is a big deal, it should include blood, gore and general horror, or at least a speech. Yes, most definitely a speech.
Instead Damon Salvatore gives up on Elena Gilbert on a Wednesday afternoon, while doing dishes after dinner. Which probably means that he's growing as a person.
***
Damon really wishes he could have a drink with Ric now. “I'm not pining any more,” he'd say. “I'm moving on.” Then they'd get properly hammered, and the night would end with vomiting into a flowerpot (Alaric), getting a sense of closure (Damon) and telling a few ultimately embarrassing stories (both).
But Ric is dead, and it feels kind of wrong to get drunk with someone else, so no drinking happens. Well, no real drinking, that is.
For a moment Damon considers a random self-destructive hook-up, but eventually decides against it. He's over being self-destructive, or maybe it just feels stupid to make a dramatic gesture without a proper dramatic build-up. Maybe a bit of both.
He ends up calling Liz Forbes, asking if she needs any help with her Council stuff.
“In case you didn't notice, I'm about to be kicked out from the Council. Everyone knows my daughter is a vampire, remember?” says Liz bitterly. Damon bites his lip.
“Come on, like they could ever kick you out. Where the hell would they found anyone half as competent?” he tries, but Liz lets out an impatient sigh.
“Get a job, Damon,” she says before she hangs up on him.
Fifteen minutes later he's at her doorstep with a bottle of tequila. So much for no drinking.
***
Damon doesn't handle idleness that well. Now that he's not pining after Elena, he has far too much free time, and he can't exactly focus on saving the town from monsters.
“Breathe, you can get through this. You're gonna get through this,” he sometimes hears coming from upstairs, but he doesn't pay any notice. Those are Stefan's problems right now, Elena and her hunger. Damon wants no part in it
In a moment of desperation he seriously considers repainting the house. Eating a village. Getting a cat. Whatever, really.
“You look wired,” notices Elena one day.
“You look hungry,” he cuts, suddenly wishing the glass in his hand was full of blood instead of bourbon.
Elena gives him a look that makes him feel a bit like he's kicked a Golden Retriever, but, to his surprise, she doesn't leave. Instead, she pours herself a drink and sits right next to him.
“I am, you know. Hungry,” she says softly. That's something Damon hasn't heard from her ever since she drowned.
“Well, maybe I am a little bit wired,” he admits.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“I think I'm gonna have to take over the world.”