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het_reccersFandom Category: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bonnie Bennett/Damon Salvatore
Fic Title: It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City
Author: Eatsscissors
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/123877
Rating/Warning(s): M, sex, Action/Adventure, D/s,
Genre: Drama, action, long fic
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Bonnie is in this to make certain that Grams didn't die for nothing. She's pretty sure that Damon just likes to kill things. AU after "Blood Brothers", but still contains elements through the S1 finale.
Thank god for this fic. If you ever decide to read only one Damon/Bonnie fic, read this one. I've lately been on a Damon/Bonnie kick, and my favorites are always long, plotty, well-written, grammatically correct fics - of which, in this particular field, I have found sorely lacking. (I was so desperate I even tried ff.net, and the dredge there quickly made me run in terror.) The premise of this fic is simple enough: Bonnie doesn't want to let her Gram's death amount for nothing, so she resolves to take out the vampires that emerged from the tomb. Problem is, she needs help in finding and dealing with them, and that's where Damon comes in. Thus, a rather epic roadtrip results, in which Bonnie learns a thing or two about herself that she's not sure she likes, and more than a thing or two about Damon. The writing is flawless.
The fic is just so utterly well-freakin-written. The voices, the narrative, the clever dialogue keeps me coming back for rereads. It sells me on a dynamic that, honestly, I wasn't too keen on when I stumbled on it. But the author sells it to you so well, and by the end of the fic, I had drastically changed my perspective of what Bonnie/Damon could look like - and if that ain't a mark of a good fic, I don't know what is.
Damon took great pleasure in leaning up against the counter, not quite touching her but implying a hell of a lot, as Bonnie pointedly ordered them two rooms again in Hardeeville. It was still early, scarcely noon, but they weren't going to be able to hunt until night fell. Bonnie shifted her shoulders around to feel the residual ache and wondered if Damon would even have been able to stand if he hadn't had a vampire's healing abilities and a way-too-familiar touch in putting a dislocated knee back together. They needed to plan, get their shit together.
"You can come in," Bonnie called over her shoulder to Damon as she entered the room assigned to her and threw her bag down on her bed.
"Could have, anyway," Damon said as he went directly to the cheap, cigarette-pocked dresser and began running his hands over the top, the drawers. Bonnie took a seat on the end of the bed and watched him from behind; his face was different when he wasn't trying to put on a show. Not softer, not harder, not even more or less human, just...different.
"I was being polite," Bonnie said. Damon turned and smiled at her. "Have you called anyone from home to let them know where you are?"
"Have you?" Damon raised his eyes to look at her through the mirror, making Bonnie wonder if he hadn't been aware of her gaze the entire time and putting on a show even then. "Did you give them your real name when you checked in?"
"Of course not." She tallied the chances that the doctor from Prosperity was going to do any digging on Emily Forbes after she had walked away and actually manage to trace her all the way down to a cash-only motel three hours to the south and wasn't terribly impressed by them.
"Good." Damon rattled the dresser back and forth a little bit, smacking his palm back against the wall when the next room over pounded on the plaster in irritation. "I would really hate for you to get in trouble for this." He made a fist and drove it straight down through the top of the dresser, throwing splinters everywhere and making Bonnie yelp reflexively. The person on the other side of the wall was quiet; Bonnie really hoped that it was not because he was running for the manager to deal with the crazy people housed next door. Damon pried up several pieces of the dresser and tossed them to Bonnie.
"Nice," she said, laying them to the side.
"Can't afford to be checking into any more after-hours clinics to patch you up again," Damon said over his shoulder. "Maybe that doc last night was fooled, but someone's going to check a missing person's report sooner or later." He looked at her through the mirror again. "So if you can't control your powers--"
Bonnie focused and wrenched up several pieces from the dresser herself and got a certain satisfaction as Damon was the one who moved back quickly. His mirror-self had dark eyes and spidery lines etched over his skin, just for a moment. "I can handle my powers," Bonnie said. "Though, speaking of attracting too much attention--" She didn't remember that he had slipped off to feed again after being hurt, and it hadn't been long from the time that they had made it back to the motel to being on the road again; did vampires even need to sleep? Bonnie threw the keys to her car at the back of Damon's head, and he twisted easily to snatch them out of the air.
"Eat," Bonnie told him grudgingly. "If you need to." Damon jingled her keys in his hand and gave her that head-tilt look again. "One or both of us is going to get hurt tonight if we're not at full strength, and even if you can heal yourself really quickly--" Bonnie finally made a huffing noise. "Look, just go eat, okay?"
"Wow, I must have made it out of the 'thing' category." Damon dug into the back pocket of his jeans, produced a small object of his own, and tossed it to Bonnie. She caught it between her hands and discovered that it was a pocket-knife, obviously very old. The handle was made of some kind of antler or bone and was worn even smoother than its polish in the places where fingers would fit, and the blade when she opened it up bore the marks of many sharpenings. "You didn't really think that we were going to do this without stakes, did you?" He disappeared out the door, leaving Bonnie alone in the room with the shattered dresser and a whole lot of pointed wood that was about to become pointier. Before she got started, she pulled the pre-paid phone out of her pocket and stared at it for a long moment. Bonnie ultimately put it back into her pocket without bringing herself to dial a number.
Pairing: Bonnie Bennett/Damon Salvatore
Fic Title: It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City
Author: Eatsscissors
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/123877
Rating/Warning(s): M, sex, Action/Adventure, D/s,
Genre: Drama, action, long fic
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Bonnie is in this to make certain that Grams didn't die for nothing. She's pretty sure that Damon just likes to kill things. AU after "Blood Brothers", but still contains elements through the S1 finale.
Thank god for this fic. If you ever decide to read only one Damon/Bonnie fic, read this one. I've lately been on a Damon/Bonnie kick, and my favorites are always long, plotty, well-written, grammatically correct fics - of which, in this particular field, I have found sorely lacking. (I was so desperate I even tried ff.net, and the dredge there quickly made me run in terror.) The premise of this fic is simple enough: Bonnie doesn't want to let her Gram's death amount for nothing, so she resolves to take out the vampires that emerged from the tomb. Problem is, she needs help in finding and dealing with them, and that's where Damon comes in. Thus, a rather epic roadtrip results, in which Bonnie learns a thing or two about herself that she's not sure she likes, and more than a thing or two about Damon. The writing is flawless.
The fic is just so utterly well-freakin-written. The voices, the narrative, the clever dialogue keeps me coming back for rereads. It sells me on a dynamic that, honestly, I wasn't too keen on when I stumbled on it. But the author sells it to you so well, and by the end of the fic, I had drastically changed my perspective of what Bonnie/Damon could look like - and if that ain't a mark of a good fic, I don't know what is.
Damon took great pleasure in leaning up against the counter, not quite touching her but implying a hell of a lot, as Bonnie pointedly ordered them two rooms again in Hardeeville. It was still early, scarcely noon, but they weren't going to be able to hunt until night fell. Bonnie shifted her shoulders around to feel the residual ache and wondered if Damon would even have been able to stand if he hadn't had a vampire's healing abilities and a way-too-familiar touch in putting a dislocated knee back together. They needed to plan, get their shit together.
"You can come in," Bonnie called over her shoulder to Damon as she entered the room assigned to her and threw her bag down on her bed.
"Could have, anyway," Damon said as he went directly to the cheap, cigarette-pocked dresser and began running his hands over the top, the drawers. Bonnie took a seat on the end of the bed and watched him from behind; his face was different when he wasn't trying to put on a show. Not softer, not harder, not even more or less human, just...different.
"I was being polite," Bonnie said. Damon turned and smiled at her. "Have you called anyone from home to let them know where you are?"
"Have you?" Damon raised his eyes to look at her through the mirror, making Bonnie wonder if he hadn't been aware of her gaze the entire time and putting on a show even then. "Did you give them your real name when you checked in?"
"Of course not." She tallied the chances that the doctor from Prosperity was going to do any digging on Emily Forbes after she had walked away and actually manage to trace her all the way down to a cash-only motel three hours to the south and wasn't terribly impressed by them.
"Good." Damon rattled the dresser back and forth a little bit, smacking his palm back against the wall when the next room over pounded on the plaster in irritation. "I would really hate for you to get in trouble for this." He made a fist and drove it straight down through the top of the dresser, throwing splinters everywhere and making Bonnie yelp reflexively. The person on the other side of the wall was quiet; Bonnie really hoped that it was not because he was running for the manager to deal with the crazy people housed next door. Damon pried up several pieces of the dresser and tossed them to Bonnie.
"Nice," she said, laying them to the side.
"Can't afford to be checking into any more after-hours clinics to patch you up again," Damon said over his shoulder. "Maybe that doc last night was fooled, but someone's going to check a missing person's report sooner or later." He looked at her through the mirror again. "So if you can't control your powers--"
Bonnie focused and wrenched up several pieces from the dresser herself and got a certain satisfaction as Damon was the one who moved back quickly. His mirror-self had dark eyes and spidery lines etched over his skin, just for a moment. "I can handle my powers," Bonnie said. "Though, speaking of attracting too much attention--" She didn't remember that he had slipped off to feed again after being hurt, and it hadn't been long from the time that they had made it back to the motel to being on the road again; did vampires even need to sleep? Bonnie threw the keys to her car at the back of Damon's head, and he twisted easily to snatch them out of the air.
"Eat," Bonnie told him grudgingly. "If you need to." Damon jingled her keys in his hand and gave her that head-tilt look again. "One or both of us is going to get hurt tonight if we're not at full strength, and even if you can heal yourself really quickly--" Bonnie finally made a huffing noise. "Look, just go eat, okay?"
"Wow, I must have made it out of the 'thing' category." Damon dug into the back pocket of his jeans, produced a small object of his own, and tossed it to Bonnie. She caught it between her hands and discovered that it was a pocket-knife, obviously very old. The handle was made of some kind of antler or bone and was worn even smoother than its polish in the places where fingers would fit, and the blade when she opened it up bore the marks of many sharpenings. "You didn't really think that we were going to do this without stakes, did you?" He disappeared out the door, leaving Bonnie alone in the room with the shattered dresser and a whole lot of pointed wood that was about to become pointier. Before she got started, she pulled the pre-paid phone out of her pocket and stared at it for a long moment. Bonnie ultimately put it back into her pocket without bringing herself to dial a number.
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