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I’ve ditched my hyphens!

It just occurred to me to check whether the URL consumedbydelena had freed up (I had to make mine with hyphens back when I created the blog) and it had!

So now I’m consumedbydelena, no hyphens. FYI. This pleases my eye.

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6

(Yes, I figured it’s time to write those fics I owe you guys ;))

DE + Grocery shopping

“Sorry I’m late.” Elena practically ran towards where Damon was waiting next to the supermarket and gave him a brief kiss. He caught her and, instead of letting go, kissed her again, slowly, deeply. She pulled away half a minute later, eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her face.

“You know, if that’s how you’re gonna say hi every time I’m late, I’m never going to come in time. Ever.”

“Baby, you’re not going to come in time, ever, no matter what. But it’s true that this,” he kissed her again, “makes for a great reward for all the waiting I do.”

“I bet,” she winked. “Shall we?”

He took her hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “Let’s go.”

Damon loved those moments.

The truth was, Elena hated grocery shopping before. She would always get lost in the supermarket, or lose the shopping list and forget to get half the items she was supposed to, or buy the wrong kind of pasta, so the whole thing was an ordeal. Damon knew it like he knew everything about her, so when they first moved in together after they found out Elena was no longer sired, he figured it would be his duty in the family.

But after they both turned human and time suddenly became an issue again, they made an unspoken decision to spend as much time together as they could. And if some of this time would be during shopping, they weren’t going to complain.

So they navigated the rather confusing system of aisles like they always did. Damon was his usual OCD self and his shopping list was actually written in the order in which the corresponding sections were located. Elena laughed and called him a freak every now and then, but the way she kissed him affectionately whenever she learned something like that about him told a whole other story.

Of course, there were fights. Petty, insignificant, just for the hell of it. They would always argue whether juice had to come with pulp (“come on that’s the best thing about juice”) or without (Elena wouldn’t even dignify that with a response). Or whether they should get dark chocolate (“ugh, bitter”) or white chocolate (“that’s not even chocolate!” he kept unsuccessfully convincing her).

In the end, they’d buy both kinds of juice, and pretty much every kind of chocolate available, and more often than not they ended up hiding in an empty aisle and kissing, kissing, kissing.

And no, it wasn’t boring. Being happy never is. (Even in a damn supermarket.)

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Who is brave enough to listen to this while thinking of early s6 Elena/s7 Damon?

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Fixing It

Timeline: post-7x13 Pairing: DE Summary: Damon goes to New York to talk to Elena even if she can’t hear him. Mostly it’s a Damon one-shot that I’ve written as a form of therapy. I have not watched 7x13 or any other season 7 episode, but I have @courtingdeathforher to help me out ;)

The flight from Richmond to New York is just an hour.

But an hour is plenty of time to think and obsess over what he’s going to tell her.

On a purely rational level, Damon knows it doesn’t really matter. Elena won’t know he’s there, let alone hear whatever he says. And knowing her, she would forgive him anyway. She would hide whatever hurt it caused her, smile and say that she understood.

But he doesn’t want to lie to her, ever. And if he tells her now, maybe it’ll be easier to confess later.

He finds the coffin easily enough, following the long list of directions that Enzo provided. It seems intact, still locked, still sealed, all defenses ready to fall apart only when the witch who cast the spells dies.

Which makes perfect sense, obviously.

He kneels on the cold concrete floor of the storage facility, closing his eyes, his hands reaching out to her and finding only the unresponsive coldness of the coffin.

“Hey,” he says quietly and closes his eyes tightly, fighting against the unexpected tears that burn his eyes. “God, Elena, I miss you. I miss you so much it drives me crazy.”

He takes a deep breath, because the lump in his throat makes it hard to talk.

“Long ago, I told you that I loved you, and that I didn’t deserve you. You know, both are still true. I love you, Elena, I love you so much, and I tried to do the right thing by you. This whole time, the only thing holding me together was the knowledge that you would come back to me. That one day we’d be able to forget about everything and just be in our apartment in Portland, happier than anyone in the world has ever been.”

The tears start escaping, and he doesn’t stop them any more, because nobody can see him, really, and he doesn’t have to hide from Elena.

“I failed you, baby. I’m sorry. I was hallucinating and I could’ve killed you. And when I thought you died… that I killed you myself, I wished I could die. I hoped I would, but it didn’t work out. But I didn’t stop there.”

The words taste bitter, and he knows it’s because he never imagined something like that to be an issue in their relationship. “She looked like you, and I thought if I closed my eyes, I could pretend it was you. That for a moment, I could forget you were dead and weren’t ever coming back.” He shakes his head. “It didn’t work, of course. Made me even more disgusted with myself.”

For a moment, he wishes he’d brought a drink, but Elena deserves his sincerity without liquid courage. “I think I drank all the bourbon I found at the Lockwoods’. Do you remember how you moved in and you drank bourbon? And now I know that when you kissed me, I was drunk on the taste of your lips, and no bourbon in the world is stronger than that.”

He wipes his tears hastily with the back of his palm, because it just reminds him he could have lost the chance to feel it again, forever. He could have lost her forever, for real. “Baby, I know you’ll forgive me, though maybe you shouldn’t. But I promise you, I won’t let you down again. And when we’re together again, I’ll do anything, everything to fix this. To make you happy. Okay?”

She doesn’t answer, of course; it’s not like she can. But somehow, he feels like they talked, anyway, and smiles to himself, getting to his feet. “I’ll see you soon. We always find our way back to each other, right?”

Now, he just needs to wait.