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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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HEY, ISN'T THIS EASY | D.S.

pairing: damon salvatore x best friend!fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

summary: when your prom date cancels on you, your best friend is more than happy to take his place

You weren’t sure how long you’d been hiding out in your little solace, quite satisfied with never leaving the confines of your bedroom until the dreaded day had passed, hopefully the week would pass with it until you had no reason to think of anything but finals- but your best friend had other plans, plans to which you were none the wiser but the less than silent way he moved about your house was hinting at something you should’ve seen coming all along.

“Yoohoo,” Damon sang as he threaded into your bedroom, being sure to brush his fingers over the drawers of your dresser as he approached you. “A little birdy told me that you were refusing to leave your room,” he explained lightly, scanning the bed to identify where you were under the sea of blankets and duvets before carefully sitting down next to you.

“Go away, Damon,” you mumbled, words barely audible as you pushed your face further into your pillow, the last thing you wanted was to face another man after the day you’d had- he knew this, of course, but it meant almost nothing to him, he was insistent on cleaning this mess even if it was not his, for once.

“That’s not on the cards, I’m afraid,” he tutted and was uncharacteristically gentle as he moved the duvet to reveal your face, smiling softly as he folded his legs over each other. “Want to tell me how much you hate him?” he suggested, and you offered a mere shake of your head in reply. “Want me to eat him?” that earned him a small scoff, your smile evident in the sound as you turned to see him, you didn’t truly mind that he was seeing you in your current state, which was one worthy of scaring off whichever replacement you could find, but despite your words you were actually quite happy that Damon was with you, he had a frustrating way of making you feel better even when you didn’t want to, but you were never planning on letting him know that.

“Men suck,” you noted, scrunching your nose when he brushed the hair from your face. “You make us feel all special and then you bail on us for prom,” you explained with a pout so prominent that it pulled at all your features, Damon humming softly in understanding.

Now, he hardly considered himself a sentimental man, but you were hurting and however silly the reason might seem in the grand scheme of things, he did consider it an almost personal challenge to take that pain away and if the cause was so simple then the solution was just as simple. And though he’d never dare admit it loud, he was never quite fond of the fella in the first place, not for even a second did he think he was worth even a minute of your time, even less so your tears.

“Well, you know, one of the many perks of being my best friend is that I’m always ready for a party,” he paused, smirking as you lifted your head. “I also look amazing in a suit,” he shrugged, watching with a familiar tilted brow as you realized what he meant, nearly jumping from your hiding place at the thought of it.

“Damon, are you saying you’ll be my date?” your voice was soft still, understanding that though he’d do just about anything for you, this wasn’t exactly his idea of the perfect way to spend his Friday night.

“Sure am,” he couldn’t deny the satisfaction of seeing you smile so purely, so freely, hardly understanding how something so little could make you so happy, but it did, and it filled him with an unfamiliar sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. “But,” he paused, feigning seriousness as you sat up. “You have to take a shower first, smelly pants,” you left your bed with an excited squeal, making it halfway to the bathroom before running back towards him.

“You’re the best,” you giggled, squeezing him tightly in a hug, too excited to notice the way he breathed you in lightly, kissing the side of your head as you pulled away. “Love you,” you noted with a scrunch of your nose, a million things to be done still running through your head as you skipped to the bathroom.

“Love you too,” he sighed, grabbing onto one of the stuffed bears he’d brought you over the years before falling back onto your bed, the poor man had no idea what he was signing up for, but he couldn’t truly bring himself to care just yet, as long as it made you happy, he’d sign up for just about anything.

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thatfanficstuff · 8 months

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For the writing ask _

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Angry

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

When you broke up with Elijah Mikaelson you'd expected many things from him. Disappointment, irritation or maybe even indifference. What you hadn't expected was his anger.

He didn't yell or argue, he simply narrowed his eyes and walked away. Every time he saw you after that he stared with a clenched jaw and sharp gaze. No words had been spoken between you since that night three weeks ago.

Now you were spending the evening with his siblings at Nik's request. After an hour or two, Elijah disappeared. Once you noticed, you rolled your eyes. Really. The man was a thousand years old and was acting like a toddler. Frankly you were tired of it.

"I'll be back," you told the hybrid.

He smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Take all the time in the world, love. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon."

You shook your head and left the room to head to Elijah's personal library. It was technically his study but there were far too many books for it to be anything other than a library.

You stepped into the room without knocking and shut the door behind you.

Elijah stood at one of the windows with a drink in his hand and his back turned toward you. "Why are you here?" he asked after a long beat of silence.

"Why are you so angry?"

His head snapped in your direction with a look of confusion on his face. "You can't be serious."

You arched a brow and shrugged.

His long strides ate up the space between you until he was standing right in front of you. "Perhaps you recall the ending of our relationship."

"Of course, but I don't see why you are upset about it. It's not as if you were invested in the relationship. I needed more. I told you that." What you didn't say is that you were head over heels in love with the man in front of you. That you had cried for weeks before finally ending the relationship.

Sure, he called you his girlfriend. He bought you trinkets and spent time with you when he could be bothered. And that was the problem. You were an afterthought. A woman that filled a role and the space by his side when he needed to keep up appearances. And it wasn't enough for you. Not anymore.

He pointed at you with the hand holding his glass. "Not invested? You think I wasn't invested?"

You just looked at him, uncertain what answer he was looking for.

He sighed and set his glass down on the table beside him. "This. This is why I am angry." He studied the floor for a moment before looking back up at you. "I am angry with myself for ever making you feel that way."

You sucked in a little breath, surprised at his words. He gave a sad smile and stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His hands cupped your face as he looked you over.

"You are the center of my universe. My entire being revolves around you and I am devastated for ever letting you believe that it doesn't." He licked his lips as his eyes darted down to yours before looking back up. "Please, please, come back to me and let me love you the way you deserve."

You saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "I love you so much, Elijah. But I can't do this if you don't love me the same. No more pushing me away. I won't survive the heartbreak a second time."

His lips pressed against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. After a long moment, he pulled back only to lay his forehead against yours. "I swear to you, I will never give you reason to doubt me again."

A/N: so this turned out way longer than expected.

#kat answers stuff #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #gif drabble

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Damon Salvatore x wife reader

Where all she does is wheeze

She laughs at everything and all she does is wheeze and snort while crying for like 30 minutes straight as Damon looks at her and can't stop himself from laughing

Everyone just walks into the Salvatore home and asks what she's laughing about as they start laughing

Damon just shrugs and says

"she saw something hilarious on her phone and now she won't stop wheezing."

And like a little part where he says

"that's my wife." Like a 'i married that thing' LOLL

I just need this, I wheeze so much that it's an issue

GIRL SAME.

Funny - Damon Salvatore

Warnings: none.

Damon never understood why you found the smallest things the most hilarious. It was strange to him that you could watch someone trip over and break into fits of laughter right before his eyes in the centre of town. Of course, he found similar things funny, but not in the way you did. It would be impossible to stop your fits of laughter once they began, and he just had to let you ride it out when they happened. It did make him feel good, however, that with every joke he told, you would burst into a cackling bundle of joy. He adored it, even when others found it a little strange.

It was one of those days when Damon entered the living room to you, sitting on the couch with your phone in hand. It all seemed normal, or as normal as it could be in the Salvatore house, when he heard a small snort from across the room. It came from you, he knew that much, and when he turned to get a good look at your figure, you were lost in the humour of whatever you'd just seen before he could stop it. You had collapsed lying on the couch now as you wheezed like you couldn't catch your breath. It was continuous and soon you fell from the piece of furniture, landing with a loud thump on the floor.

"What's got you this time?" He strolls up to you with an amount of swagger no one else can muster, but he's close to bursting out in laughter himself just at the sight of you on the floor. He snatches your phone from your hands, and you don't protest, slamming your hand on the carpet repeatedly as you continue to lose yourself in the situation. Damon eyes the screen of your phone, watching the video that had turned his wife into the wheezing mess that you were. It's a dog as far as Damon can tell, and as the video progresses, he watches said animal fall down a set of stairs. He watches the dog roll and smiles to himself, before turning his gaze to you again. "Funny dog?" He questions and you manage to lift your head enough to nod through your laughter. You've got tears streaming down your face now, and you're holding your stomach from the cramps of it all. And just like that, you've got Damon going too. He finds himself lost in laughter, crouching to the floor to try and lift you to your feet. "C'mon, up you get." It's hard for him to say because he can't entirely keep himself upright as he chuckles, but he manages as you grasp onto him tightly, still lost in your loud excessive wheezing.

"He—he fell. He just rolled." Your words come as gasps and Damon is cackling now, allowing you to collapse again because in truth there is no amount of strength that can keep you from rolling on the floor when you're like this.

"What the hell is going on?" Somehow Stefan has found his way into the room, a deep frown covering his features more than usual as he watches you roll around once more, unable to stop. Damon turns his head, grinning wide at his brother.

"She saw a dog fall down some stairs, it really got her going." He snorts as he says it, thinking about the video himself, and the way you're currently reacting to it. You've spent years with Damon doing things like this, and he remembers the day he made fun of the way Stefan decided to dress for your and Damon's wedding day. You'd absolutely lost it at the altar, and it took around twenty minutes to get the ceremony back on track.

"She's going this crazy over a dog?" Stefan is leaning against the doorframe looking more than just unimpressed, though Damon is loving the show of it all, especially the quiet moments where you try and catch your breath, only to continue laughing seconds later.

"It wasn't just any dog Stefan; it was a dog falling down some stairs." Damon pats his brother on the shoulder as he approaches, standing beside him as he watches you work yourself up over the thing. His face aches with the length of time he's spent grinning, and he finds himself chuckling again as you let out a long, loud wheeze. And then you go quiet, breathing slowly as you calm down. But Damon loves the sound of your laugh, the genuine sound of your joy, so he starts you up again.

"He just rolled down those stairs, right baby?"

"He rolled!" You shout back, the last syllable morphing into yet another wheeze before your back at it, rolling around and grasping your cramping stomach.

"You seriously married her, you know that right?" It's Stefan again, and his gaze goes back and forth between your figure and Damon's, entirely confused by the whole situation. Damon seems to smile wider at the mention of that because the concept of forever with you, and a hundred more moments like this just sounds perfect to him.

"Hell yeah, I did. That's my damn wife." And Stefan doesn't understand it, but Damon couldn't care less as he moves forward to meet you again, crouching at your side once more. He pulls you up into a sitting position, and you grasp his arms, as you try and keep yourself steady.

"He was so cute, but he just couldn't make it down those stairs." You're still gasping, your words coming in short bursts as you wheeze over and over, laughing until your ribs feel as though they're on fire, and Damon joins you because he can't think of anything better.

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train-wrecc · 1 year

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– “ DATING NIKLAUS MIKAELSON “ HEADCANON's

niklaus mikaelson x human!female!reader –

warnings!: kidnapping, blood, murder, somewhat stalkerish tendencies mentioned?

word count: 2.03k requested by: @catmikaelson20

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

Klaus had noticed your arrival in New Orleans straight away, after all, it was his city, and he was the King of it, or so he liked to think.

Something about your piercing eyes which were always filled with curiosity and wonder as you wandered the city full of supernaturals, had caught his attention.

The city could get windy at times and he loved watching as you made your way through the French Quarter, your shiny locks swinging in the wind.

Klaus had thought he had been very stealthy, however, he was not.

You’d always find him not too far from you, lurking in the shadows, it really should’ve creeped you out that some hybrid had been following you albeit it was the opposite.

You found it comforting in a way, knowing someone was always looking out for you.

Elijah, knew you were Klaus's current infatuation, so after a few months of suffering and having to watch Niklaus practically stalk you, he had decided he would introduce himself to you, seeing as he’d seen you around as well.

You thought it was by chance that you’d run into the Elijah Mikaelson, however, it was not. Elijah had figured out your routine and purposely ran into you on your daily stop at the cafe you had been working at.

Elijah hurriedly walked into the cafe after you had been in there for 10 minutes, as he had seen you talking to your coworkers. You had accidentally spilled your coffee all over his crisp suit, your face besmirched with nothing other than horror.

Your mouth had been agape, before you had finally shaken out of your daze, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! I swear you came out of nowhere, here, let me help you.” You quickly rambled.

“Don’t worry about it, I didn’t much care for this suit anyways,” He assured you, as you frantically patted napkins against the material of the suit in an attempt to dry it.

He placed his hand against yours to stop you, “It’s quite alright…” He said, waiting for you to fill in your name for him.

“Y/n, you’re the infamous Elijah Mikaelson,” You responded.

“Indeed, I am, Y/n.” He said, a charming smile on his face.

“You Mikaelsons are awfully famous around here… huh,”

“Yes, our family has some history in New Orleans, we practically built the city,”

“Wow, here, let me buy you a coffee or something to make up for your destroyed suit, although I’m sure it costs much more than a 5-dollar coffee,” You laughed.

“Well, I’ll gladly take the coffee,”

The both of you had settled into a conversation, as you strolled about the Quarter.

Elijah had been telling you all about the supernatural history of New Orleans, seeing as you had told him you knew about vampires, wolves, and witches, including how you knew he and his family were the Originals.

You had gestured to your vervain ring, as you had explained your numerous encounters with various supernatural beings.

You had even gotten talking about hobbies, and how you quite enjoyed writing, which had prompted a proposal from Elijiah, “It’s quite interesting that you mention that, my brother Niklaus is in desperate need of an editor or typist, he’s got a few things in the works, I’m sure he’d love your assistance.”

“Oh, I’m not sure I’d be much help,”

“I assure you he’d deeply appreciate it, and I’m sure you’re quite the novelist yourself,” He sang your praises, and you gave in.

When you first met Niklaus he tried to keep his guard up around you, trying to come off as intimidating, however, his plan had backfired.

“Y’know sometimes when I walk through the quarter, for some reason, I just feel eyes on me, like someone’s watching me, hiding in the shadows. Do you ever feel like that?” You’d told the hybrid.

His face slightly twitched before he quickly hid it with a smirk on his full lips, “Love, I’m Niklaus Mikaelson, I’ve always got eyes on me, I have an exponential amount of enemies that’d love to get me when I’m vulnerable.”

The more time the two of you spent together, the more you somehow broke down the hybrid’s concrete walls.

Niklaus may have been stubborn, but so were you.

“Niklaus, you’re writing is exceptional, you don’t need my help, so why do you insist that I help you edit your work?”

“Love, my writing is exceptional because you edit it.”

“Nonsense. You know, with the amount of time we spend together, you’d think I’d know more about you, I mean I feel like you practically know everything about me…”

Eventually, Niklaus opened up to you about everything, from the years of abuse he suffered at the hand of his father, to his deep fear of abandonment, how he’d always felt odd due to being a “bastard” child.

You knew Nik had flaws, however there was something about him that pulled you in, maybe it was his dedication to his family and their long promise of always and forever.

It was something you wish your family had, that kind of closeness, that no matter what they did, you’d always go back to each other, however, your family was far from that.

From his insistent paranoia to his anger issues, you’d still fallen for him.

Secretly he felt the same, your outer and inner beauty, kindness, and caring personality had made him wrapped around your finger.

He desperately tried to hide it but failed.

Whenever you’d leave, he’d insist on taking you home, to ensure you’d made it safely, as well as insisting you texted him when you were safely inside your apartment.

Eventually, it came to the point where you’d see each other every day, Niklaus often stopping by your work for a cup of his usual coffee. It had gotten to the point where your coworkers had thought he was your boyfriend, which you’d always deny.

However, there was a twinge in your heart that deeply wanted a relationship with the infamous hybrid.

Everyone could see that you both were head over heels in love with each other but the two of you, whenever anyone said anything you both denied what was right in front of you.

“You’ve truly lost your mind, Rebekah, there’s no way she feels any sort of way for me. She’s too kind. Too pure.”

“Yeah right, like Klaus Mikaelson has feelings for me!” You had laughed.

What finally changed the dynamic of your relationship was when you had been kidnapped by one of Klaus’s enemies.

You had been held hostage and tortured for days, before Klaus finally found you in the abandoned warehouse.

He had torn up the city looking for you, whilst threatening witches to do locator spells for him.

When he came to rescue you, you watched as he murdered your captors in cold blood.

He freed you from the ropes which held you, blood besmirching his face and clothes, as his eyes that glowed yellow returned to their usual blue color.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, clinging to you as he muttered various apologies, from being sorry for getting you kidnapped to having to see him end your captor's lives.

You simply gave him a weak smile, hands on his face, you wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before smashing your lips against his.

He returned the kiss with fervor, before pulling away.

He opened his eyes, “We shouldn’t start this, Y/n, I don’t want to endanger you any more than I already have.”

After that Niklaus had kept his distance from you, however, returned to keeping an eye on you from the shadows.

You had had enough.

You had stormed into the compound yelling and demanding Klaus to come out. Once you had you’d told him off about how he had no right to decide what was best for you, seeing as you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

“Who are you to decide what’s best for me Klaus?! I am in love with you and I don’t care if that put’s me in danger!”

It felt like hours had passed as you and Niklaus shouted back and forth, voices echoing throughout the compound for Rebekah and Elijah to hear.

Somehow Klaus had come to the realization that you were more stubborn than him. He murmured a “Bloody hell,” before he shut you up with a kiss.

From then on, you and Klaus had begun dating.

You and Klaus were inseparable.

He always wanted to be near you, in order to protect you, and if he couldn’t he’d order Elijah, Rebekah, Marcel, or someone to guard you when he couldn’t.

He’d constantly surprise you with random gifts such as flowers, “Just because,”.

Klaus would always spoil you, and always insist that he pay for everything, “Love, you’re a queen, and deserve to be treated like it.”

Taking you on random dates, spontaneous trips.

Not long after you began dating, you’d moved into the compound, Klaus no longer wanting you to be living in your apartment by yourself.

Depending on your hair type: Nik would learn how to braid, after you’d complain about your arms aching after having finished doing your own box braids or cornrows /// having to braid your hair before you sleep so you wouldn’t get split ends or tangles in the morning.

He’d always deny it but he secretly loved cuddling, especially when he was the small spoon.

Constantly having to be touching you, whether it be an arm around your waist, his palm against your thigh, holding hands.

Learning to cook your favorite meal.

Waking up each morning to your favorite morning drink on your bedside table.

Catching him watching you as you applied your makeup, “I can’t help it, love, it’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”

Always wanting your attention, “Love, are you listening to me?”

“Of course, I am, lovey.”

Needing to have one of your AirPods in, so he could listen to your music as well.

Countless nights where the both of you would just stay up talking about anything and everything.

If you wear glasses/contacts, he’d love when you wore your glasses over your contacts.

Whenever you would do some self-care such as face masks, he’d always want to participate as well, “Darling, just because I’m an immortal hybrid doesn’t mean that I don’t need to take care of my skin, I mean this isn’t just immortality, it’s SPF as well.”

Whenever he was stressed he’d love it when you’d play with his hair, it always soothed him and melted his stress.

When he’s upset he’d take some time to himself not wanting to lash out at you.

You and Rebekah were the best of friends and loved teasing Klaus together.

You’d eventually learn that Elijah had set you up, because Klaus had never really been looking for an editor or typist.

“Elijah! I can’t believe this,” You laughed.

Whenever Nik would wake up from a nightmare, you’d be right there for him, placing soothing kisses on his shoulder to comfort him.

You would be the first to say the L word, it had been after you and Nik had been dating for almost a year.

You always knew you had strong feelings for Nik, however, they were really brought to light when you’d gotten extremely sick, and Nik spent every day at your bedside taking care of you.

You had been slightly delirious but you meant every word.

Nik had been laying next to you, the both of you facing each other after he had just made you your favorite soup.

Your hand reached for his own, clasping it. His blue eyes met your own, “I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson.”

It had left him slightly shocked, his mouth slightly agape, before a large dimpled grin spread across his face, “I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n.”

You both loved each other immensely and would do anything for each other.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: Idk how to feel about this…

#headcanon #niklaus mikaelson x reader #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson smut #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #the originals #tvd imagine #tvd fanfiction #tvd fandom #the vampire diaries #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah x hayley #elijah x reader #headcannons #drabble

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zombholic · 6 months

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — rebekah mikaelson

summary — you couldn’t help but swoon over the original without her even having to compel you, instead of matt being in the lake with elena its you but with a twist.

description — poc fem!reader, tvd rebekah!au, sexual themes but no smut.

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The first time you met Rebekah in Mystic Falls you were already so fascinated with her but with your childhood friends completely having a war with her and her siblings you kept to yourself.

Being one of two humans in the friend group you were surprised that you lived for this long especially Matt Donavan, he literally gets himself killed every other day.

You were in charge of taking Elena out of Mystic Falls, she was unconscious in your car as you began to drive over Wickery Bridge. A tall silhouette appeared in the middle of the road causing you to slam onto your brakes serving off the bridge and into the deep lake.

The water wasted no time sinking into your car, bashing your hands and elbows onto the windows at fear of you and your best friend drowning.

Panic rose into your body as you started sucking in the water that filled up your lungs, the burning sensation making you hysterical until all pain vanished and the little light around you turned black.

Your body shot up as water shot out of your lungs, you gasped breathlessly finally feeling relieved that you were able to breathe again. Another subtle gasp had caused you to snap your head to the side only to see the blonde with relief written all over her face.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were in the car or else I wouldn’t have don—“ You were quick to cut her off.

“You tried to kill me Rebekah!” Anger brewed in your voice.

“No, I tried to kill Elena but besides—“ You eyes widen as you started to become aware of your surroundings. You were in the Mikaelson’s Mansions more specifically lying in the original girls bed.

“Elena! Oh my god Elena!” Sobs started choking out of your throat thinking you had killed your best friend.

“No, love. She’s alive, don’t worry she’s alive” Rebekah’s hand rubbed your face trying to soothe you.

You looked up at her confusion plastered across your face wondering how you even ended up here rather than at the Salvatores house, her baby blue orbs sadden.

“They left you in the lake to perish Darling, I hid when Stefan left with Elena when I saw it was your car and I saved you just in time.” She explained with her voice so gentle, her soft hand still caressing your face.

“They— no, they wouldn’t just leave me to die.” Your heart sunk deep into your stomach, forcefully pushing her hand away from you. Denial kicked in realizing that your once close friends didn’t even think twice to come back and even give you a proper burial if they thought you were even dead.

“Why, why would they leave me, I have done nothing but risk my life for them—“ Your throat swelled up as your heart ached, the emotion pain started becoming physical and all you could let out were extricating sobs.

Rebekah pulled you into her lap and held you close to her chest as tears streamed down your now puffed up face. “Shh sweet girl, you’re okay, you’re safe with me.” Her soothing voice slowly calming you down, little hiccups now escaping your lips.

“Why did you save me? I thought you hated me.” Your little comment made her chuckle, she so gently lifted up your chin to have you look at her mesmerizing face.

She licked her lips staring half lidded at your lips then back to your eyes, the supposed dangerous vampire leaned down and pressed her lips against your swollen pink ones. You wrapped your arms around her neck and laid back on her mountains of pillows having her crawl on top of you, caging your body beneath near.

She pulled away having you desperately chase back for more getting a smirk as she saw her red lipstick smudged into your soft lips.

“I don’t hate you baby, I hate the people you associate yourself with.” You felt your heart beating fast just by her words alone, are you sure she didn’t compel you? No, you wore a vervain bracelet that Bonnie gifted you when all of this went down.

“I didn’t even think you would be interested in girls? Let alone me.” You gave her a sweet smile, your stomach starting to do flips with the way she looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature she’s ever laid her eyes on.

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authors note — GUUYYSSS SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 BUT IT’LL HAVE SMUT 😩🙌🏽

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #rebekah mikaelson #rebekah mikealson x reader #rebekah mikealson x fem reader #rebekah mikealson drabble #the vampire diaries #tvd universe #the orginals

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anonair · 3 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Female reader X Damon Salvatore

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A woman grappling with melancholy confronts her emotions by the shore. Despite pressure and tears, she walks away from her past, only to be confronted by a familiar person, Damon Salvatore.

AN: I wrote this quickly & decided to add a big twist to it... Idk if I like it, but here it is...

The feelings of melancholy were overwhelming her body. As the tide pushed against the shore and the cool air blew through her hair, she could feel herself succumbing to the emotions. The pressure of having to make decisions was all too much for her. So, as she took a deep breath in, she took in the moments of silence before chaos ensued.

She turned around, headed towards the illuminated street. Wiping tears away from her eyes, she walked away, her feet digging into the sand still. Out of nowhere, a dark outline of a person emerged from the shadows.

“Wait…” He called out.

The voice sent chills down her spine. The voice was full of familiarity, but was also something she was trying to forget. Brushing it off, she kept heading toward the street. Her heart grew heavier as she walked away from her past.

In mere moments, leveraging his extraordinary supernatural prowess, he adeptly positioned himself ahead of her. His blue eyes glistened in the light of the night sky, casting an irresistible allure that she struggled to defy.

“Damon, please just go.” She mumbled, pausing her strides toward the street.

She continued, “How… how did you even find me? I tried so hard to leave you behind, but here you are…” With tears pouring down her face, her voice grew louder. “JUST GO!” She had tried for months to forget about him, but no matter how far she went, nothing could ever erase him from her memory; He was deeply engraved into her brain. This time, she went to the extreme by leaving mystic falls, but once again, Damon found her.

Damon slowly made his way closer to her, closing the gap of distance between them. At this point, he could clearly see her swollen eyes and the puddles in her eyes that flowed onto her cheeks.

“Y/N, I cant just sit here and let you leave me. I am miserable without you.” He confessed.

“That wasn’t what you were saying when Elena came back. You seemed to really be able to let me leave you then, Damon. Please, go back to your happy life and leave me alone.” She started walking again, her shoulder pushing against his. Before she could take a full step, Damon's hand grasped on her wrist, slightly tugging her back.

“Elena is nothing compared to you, Y/N. You embody everything I've sought throughout my eternal existence. With you, my immortal life gains meaning; you are the pulse that rekindles the sensation of a beating heart within me. It feels like I am sired to you, but I know it's just an everlasting love that we both built that is keeping me coming back to you.” He spoke.

His words seemed to cut deep into her heart, making it hard for her to keep walking. She was frozen.

“It's as if an unbreakable bond ties me to you, yet I understand it's the love we've cultivated that compels me to return to you time and again." He exhaled, “I can say I’m sorry a million times over again, but you need to let me show you how sorry I truly am. Please, come home.”

She turned her whole body around to face him, mustering up the courage to say anything to him. It was as if in that moment, her bond to him was completely shattered. How can one profess to love another so profoundly, only to, in the same breath, betray that love by engaging in infidelity with an ex-partner who looked exactly like you? The doppelganger curse will never be broken, but she was determined.

“I’m not falling for this again, Damon. Leave me alone.” Fueled by the anger coursing through her veins, she slammed her palm against his cheek, delivering a resounding smack. He released her wrist, granting her the freedom to stride away into the obscurity of the night. No residual pain lingered in her heart; she was, at last, unburdened. Something about that conversation provided the closure she had long sought.

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Femslash February: Batherine | Bonnie Bennett x Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)

Requested by @hydesjackiespuddinpop

Magic isn't just a candle flickering to life, or some fancy firework-like sparks. It isn't just an object moving on its own from one side of the room to the other, or a book suddenly flipping to the exact right page.

Magic is also a splitting migraine that starts at the base of the skull and then spreads like wildfire, seeping into every crevice and wrinkle of the brain. It's lethargy that deadens limbs and makes even the eyelids too heavy to lift, crushed under the weight of the world only a few hours ago.

It's hot. Literally - it burns as it travels through the veins, right down to the tips of the finger, emanating across every nerve and muscle until the entire body is consumed with the heat of something indescribable and unknowable. It's metallic, like the blood that drips down into the mouth.

But none of that is enough to stop the enchantment of something so bitter; so unpredictably and deliciously dangerous. Those drawn in by the flicker of light in the darkness accept the risk of getting lost in it, consumed momentarily by an irrepressible desire.

Bonnie knows she is on the verge of being lost as she stares back into the dark eyes peering up at her from behind her own arm, fangs lost in her soft flesh. The white-hot flames beneath her skin push and pulse until she is sure she is actually going to catch fire. Magic is oxygen, it is the thing that fills her lungs and is stolen from them almost immediately, and it is the indescribable sensation that ripples through her when Katherine's resolve breaks, becoming too lost in the moment to keep it up any longer. Her eyelids flicker and she laces their fingers together with a soft moan.

Maybe lost is what they both are. Lost to a world that lost interest in them. Maybe magic is finding each other when the world has long-since stopped looking.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #batherine #bonnie x katherine #katherine x bonnie #bonnie bennett #katherine pierce #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #hydesjackiespuddinpop #I'm not entirely sure what this drabble is but it just felt Right you know? so this is what we've got!#also when making the moodboard I was getting heavy hades/persephone vibes and uhh that would be an interesting au for batherine...#or is that just me...#but yeah these two have faced a lot of shit in their lives #they deserve to just do whatever they want

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p0rkbun · 1 year

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❝LET HER GO❞ — Rebekah Mikaelson

⤿Summary: Rebekah is in love with you but you two could never be together.

⤿Pairing: Rebekah Mikaelson x Female! Reader

⤿Very small angsty drabble (based on that one scene in shrek 2)

"She's a human—" Klaus sneered, he had caught her bringing your favourite flowers to your house. He thought of how pathetic it is that his sister is yet again trying to find love. He took a step towards her and finishes his words "—and you're a vampire, that's something no amount of potions is ever going to change," He looked at Rebekah, her head hung low before she voiced.

"But...I love her.." she looked up with tears, emotions swelling in her eyes. She knew she couldn't love anyone else, let alone a human, Klaus had proved her that years ago but you were different. You were something she could ever ask for, something she dream of, she's in love you and she loved you deeply than anybody has but she knew that you two were never meant to be. Klaus finally replies while she was stuck with her thoughts.

"If you really love her, you'll let her go"

°.✧•—✦

#rebekah mikaelson #drabble #rebekah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson drabble #x reader #x female reader #angst #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson #wlw #lesbian #sapphic

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loomiseater · 12 days

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I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

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that-sarcastic-optimist · 5 months

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KC + drunken love confessions please

“Klaus. Klaaaaaus. Kl—”

Klaus groans and puts his hand on top of his head. “Bloody hell, Bekah, would you stop that infernal racket?”

“I’m not Bekah, Klaus,” Caroline says, sitting down next to him. “It’s Caroline.”

“Caroline?”

“Mm hm. How can you not recognise my voice? You’ve known me since I was eight.”

“Caroline,” Klaus says seriously. “It’s you.”

Caroline looks at him incredulously. “Klaus, are you—” She stops when she catches the familiar scent of bourbon rolling off him in waves. “You're drunk?” she whisper-shrieks. “It’s Finn’s wedding today!”

“Mm,” Klaus hums, rolling over on the couch to face her. “You look gorgeous, my love.”

“I'm not your anything, Klaus.” Caroline pauses, then adds, “but thanks.”

“Caroline looks beautiful, Bekah,” says Klaus, probably back under the impression she was his sister. “Don’t you agree?”

“I do,” says Caroline, huffing out a laugh.

“Rebekah,” Klaus groans, turning onto his side. “Rebekah, I think I'm dying.”

Caroline snorts. Leave it to Klaus to be the most dramatic out of the bunch. “And why do you think you're dying, Klaus?”

“Because I'm in love with Caroline, and she doesn’t love me back.”

Caroline freezes, and slowly looks over at Klaus, who still hasn’t noticed he’s talking to her. “What?”

“Caroline,” says Klaus, his words coming out in a matter of fact tone. “I'm in love with her. And she isn't in love with me.”

“And what makes you so sure about that?”

Klaus looks at her, his eyes half-lidded. “Because she’s never said anything. And I want to say everything.”

Caroline inhales sharply. “What's everything?”

“I dream of her,” Klaus says, his hands raking through his hair. “I've been in love with her since I was sixteen, and she doesn’t know that, she doesn’t know anything, she doesn’t know that I've loved her through everything, and I want her so much that it feels like I could combust every time I look at her because she’s beautiful, and strong, and full of light—”

Caroline gapes. “You—you're in—”

“Kol,” Klaus gripes, now apparently talking to his younger brother. “Kol, I've—”

“Was he talking about me?” Kol asks, striding into the room. “Caroline? I have to—is he drunk?”

“Kol,” Klaus groans. “I think she’s beautiful.”

Caroline gapes at him wordlessly. “He—I—”

“Nik,” says Kol, shaking him slightly. “Nik, you have to sober up. Finn’s getting married in an hour and you have to walk Caroline down the aisle, remember?”

“When she was sixteen, Kol,” Klaus groans. “Kol, she looked so bloody gorgeous in that—that sorry excuse of a bikini that she was wearing at Bekah’s birthday party, fuck—”

Kol’s eyes widen comically, and he hefts Klaus to his feet. “Nik,” he says quickly. “Not here, Nik, look around you—”

“She was eating cake and all I could watch was her mouth,” Klaus says, gripping Kol’s arms like they were lifelines. Caroline chokes and Kol makes a noise in the back of his throat.

“Nik, she’s right here, shut up—”

“You knew?” Caroline screeches. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”

“Of course I knew, Caroline, what did you expect? Who else was Nik going to gripe to drunkenly when we went out drinking every weekend since the last three months? Not Rebekah, that’s for sure. Oh, Kol,” Kol says in a horrible imitation of Klaus’s voice. “Kol, she’s so bloody perfect and I'm in love with her, and she's so intelligent, and beautiful, and she has such nice lips which I'd very much like to kiss—”

Caroline makes a noise in the back of her throat.

“And don’t even ask me about the things he said he wanted to do to you,” Kol threatens her. “I was disgusted enough as it back then, and recounting my elder brother’s sexual fantasies about my friend is enough to make me vomit.”

Caroline gapes at him wordlessly, unable to form a coherent thought. “He—he never—”

“Of course he didn’t,” Kol says irritably. “He wasn’t sure whether you felt the same way and didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you or risk Bekah’s wrath.”

Caroline grimaces. “I can sympathise on the Bekah part.”

Kol looks at her exasperatedly. “Focus, Caroline. You better figure this out with him because I'm not sure how many more drunken pub night I can take with him with you starring in his fantasies. Do you even know how many times I've had to hear what he thought about your legs? I love girls, and I love sex, but you're like a sister to me. If I have to hear about your radiance or your light—”

“Fine, fine!” Caroline says quickly, a blush reddening her cheeks. “I'll talk to him.”

Kol looks at her threateningly. “You'd better.”

Once he leaves with Klaus, who’s giggling (giggling) about the fact that Caroline once thought that she looked terrible at a party but he thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d seen (Klaus made for a sappy drunk, she’d remember that), Caroline collapses into a couch.

Klaus thought she was beautiful? And radiant?

How, how, how on earth had he even thought that she hadn’t felt the exact same way for so long?

She’s been in love with him since she could remember. Two years senior to her, he was the most attractive boy she had come across since Rebekah and her family had moved to California. The only reason she covers it up with hostility was because she knew with absolute certainty that Rebekah would murder her brutally if Caroline even tried to date one of her brothers.

And Klaus…Klaus was an enigma to her. At thirteen, when he had been fifteen and gorgeous and the top swimmer on their school’s team, she had been head over heels (or as head over heels as one could be at thirteen) for him, but had never tried to get his attention due to her pre-puberty shyness.

Two years later, she had flirted, heavily, but he had been seventeen, and obviously awkward around his fifteen year old sister’s best friend.

And he left, when he turned eighteen, for New York, not that she could blame him, when she heard the reason why when Rebekah sobbed into her shoulder over her favourite brother leaving.

No one should ever have to deal with parents like his for longer than they have to.

They had kept in touch, of course, he had been her friend, but it was mostly video calls for fifteen minutes, or texts once in a while, every three weeks or so, and Caroline never had the heart to stop talking to him.

And when she saw him when he returned for Finn’s wedding for the first time in years (excluding the times when he came back for her and Rebekah’s graduation, and once for Kol’s), her heart had stopped.

He looked even better than he had at her graduation, his hair darker and smile fuller, taller than he had been when he was twenty, and her breath had stuttered in her chest.

All they had exchanged was a few pleasantries and hugs, and she had disappeared into her room not long after.

She has been in love with Klaus Mikaelson all this time, and how could he not have given her any sign that he loved her as well?

“Caroline!” Rebekah’s voice calls out from the kitchen, and Caroline starts. “Come on, we have to go check on the decorations.”

“Coming, Bekah!” she says, automatically moving towards the kitchen, then stopping in her tracks. “Actually, give me five minutes, okay?”

She finds her feet taking her to Kol’s room to find Klaus, who is passed out on the bed, his feet hanging off the mattress, still wearing his shoes.

His hair is rumpled and his bow tie is undone, probably drunkenly by himself, and his face is peaceful, mouth slightly open.

She leans down, smooths his hair off his forehead and whispers, “I dream of you too, Klaus Mikaelson. And I love you very much.”

#caroline x klaus #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline #klaus x caroline #the vampire diaries #klaroline drabble #kol mikaelson

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5sospenguinqueen · 2 months

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Y/N: Klaus is hot.

Elena: He’s dangerous.

Y/N: That just makes him hotter.

#vampire diaries #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries drabble #vampire diaries headcanon #vampire diaries incorrect quotes #vampire diaries funny #the originals imagine #the originals #the originals drabble #the originals incorrect quotes #the originals funny #dating klaus mikaelson would include #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson drabble #elena gilbert

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Turn Your Back

pairing: klaus x fem!reader

summary: in which the thought of almost losing klaus forces you to address your feelings for him

warnings: threats of murder, mild violence, choking, slight angst, enemies to lovers (sort of)

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i couldn't manage to include the smut unfortunately because idk, i just don't think i was in the right headspace to write smut but i hope you enjoy! also, i'm so sorry this is late.

The cold air bit at your face as you ran through the woods, panic overtaking you as you searched for Klaus. The last you saw of him, he'd gone off in a rage. You didn't even know why you'd gone after him, or why you cared. Maybe it was because it was Christmas. Either way, you were currently rushing through the trees in the darkness, trying to find him.

And when you finally did find him, he was covered in blood and clearly dishevelled.

"What the hell?!" You found yourself shouting, your fist flying at his chest the second you got close enough. "Where the hell were you?!"

"I'd advise you to watch your tone, love." He warned, not a single shred of amusement on his face as he looked at you.

"The hell I will." You spat. "What the fuck were you doing?"

He didn't bother to offer you a response, but before you could say another word, his hand was around your throat and your back was against a tree.

"I told you to watch your tone." He snarled, his hot breath fanning against your lips as he leaned close to you. "I've had a rather stressful night, don't think I won't kill you."

You fell into silence then as his hand slowly loosened from your throat, and once you were free from his hold, you were quick to turn away from him as you prepared to leave. You were seriously regretting your decision to come out here looking for him.

"You're an asshole, Klaus." You simply said, your voice remaining calm as you kept your back to him. "Have fun going home alone."

But before you were able to take another step, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he dragged you back to him. "Don't you dare turn your back on me!"

"I shoulda turned my back on you ages ago!" You found yourself yelling now, your anger towards him finally bubbling to the surface.

You both fell silent then, his eyes burning right into you as you stood there, both of you waiting for the other to make a move. And it was you that was the one to reach for him first, your hands roughly gripping either side of his face as you dragged him down to you, your lips colliding in a desperate kiss.

And within seconds, Klaus had you pinned against the tree once more, his lips never leaving yours as his hands came down to grip your hips.

"I fucking hate you." You groaned against his mouth, your own hands reaching to grip his jacket, as he started working on your jeans.

He just smirked, before you felt the button on your jeans pop open. "I don't think you do, love."

[Main Masterlist] [Klaus Masterlist] [12 Days Of Christmas Blurbs]

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thatfanficstuff · 8 months

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a writing request for Caroline Forbes, if you write f/f?

As mentioned previously, I have a soft spot for sassy blondes and that list would not be complete without Caroline Forbes. She is one of my favorites. It took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to write, but here you go. Thank you so much for the request!

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Treat You Right

Pairing: Caroline Forbes x Reader

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You sat at the edge of the living room in the Salvatore boarding house. As usual, your friends were bickering and you were trying to stay out of it.

"Nobody asked you, blondie," Damon snapped at Caroline cutting off what she was about to say.

Your favorite blonde's shoulders slumped as she sort of folded in on herself. No. That wasn't happening.

You stood from your chair drawing the attention of most of the room. The benefit of rarely getting involved, is when you did, they listened.

"Don't talk to her like that, Salvatore." Your voice was firm but even you had to admit, you didn't sound very threatening.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. I'm not going to be nice just because you have a crush on her."

Heat flooded your cheeks as you kept your gaze from glancing at the woman in question. You didn't like being exposed but you weren't going to deny it. Caroline deserved more than that.

You stomped over to him and shoved against his chest. "Listen here, asshole. You're going to be nice to her because she's the sweetest person here. She cares about everyone and takes care of them and she put up with more of your shit than any one person should have to."

You ignored the anger in his eyes and shoved him again. "You used her and abused her just to prove a point with Elena. She should have staked you when she remembered everything you put her through. But she didn't. For Elena. She kept her mouth shut when Elena started flirting with your ass. That's the kind of friend she is.

"And what does she get in return? Friends that lecture her and treat her like shit when she turns. A supposed best friend that dates the guy that practically raped her and we're just all supposed to be okay with that. You drag her into your shit and when she tries to help, you tell her to shut up. I'm only here for her and we're leaving."

You turned to Caroline to find her watching you with wide eyes. You swallowed your nerves and held out a hand. "Come on, Care. We've got better things to do than saving the damsel yet again. She needs to get her shit together."

"Hey," Elena whined but you ignored it as per usual.

Caroline gave you a beautiful smile and let you pull her to her feet. Instead of releasing your hand, she intwined her fingers with yours. Everyone in the room was quiet as the two of you left.

Once you were outside, she tugged you to a stop and turned to face you. "Did you mean it?"

You rubbed a finger across the bridge of your nose and gave her a little shrug. "They don't treat you right. I don't like it."

She smiled again. "And you? Will you treat me right?"

"I'd be honored."

Her lips found yours and your eyes slipped closed as you relished in the softness, the taste of the girl you'd been crazy about since fifth grade.

It was perfect.

#caroline forbes x reader #vampire diaries fanfiction #caroline forbes fanfiction #gif drabble #kat answers stuff

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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hi!! could you write a blurb for damon salvatore x reader?? something just like fluffy and sweet and maybe cozy for the holiday season?? ty! <3

damon salvatore—all i want for christmas is you.

summary: a cozy night of christmas films.

word count: 0.4k

fanfic no. 038.

as a child, damon’s favourite holiday was christmas. it was the one time his family seemed truly happy, though he was sure behind the façade his mother was working hard to keep up, there was something more sinister going on like the rest of the year. but it was christmas time when he couldn’t see it.

as he grew older, holidays lost their charm. but once he became a vampire, hallowe’en became somewhat of a favourite of his. it wasn’t until he met y/n that christmas began to hold a special place in his heart again.

“elf or the santa clause?” you asked, kneeling before the dvd player in the salvatore house.

“both classics,” he hummed. “you pick.”

“but you know i always pick elf,” you laughed.

“i wouldn’t have let you pick if i wasn’t going to be happy with your choice,” damon smiled, readying the blankets for your return to the couch.

you shrugged, inserting the dvd into the player and grabbing the remote on your way back to the sofa. damon covered you up with a thick, woollen blankets before handing you your mug of hot chocolate topped off with whipped cream.

he tried to watch elf for the millionth time, but found himself distracted, as always, by you. no matter how many times you watched the movie, buddy the elf still had you laughing away. he adored the whipped cream stuck to your upper lip, how soft your jawline was so close to him, how your smile lines grew the more you laughed.

he felt, in some strange way, nostalgic for those christmas days of his childhood, and wished you could have seen him then, could have been a part of everything he once loved.

“you’re not even watching,” you said, looking over to damon.

“i’m sorry,” he replied, lifting a hand to your cheek and brushing the hair away from it.

“we can watch something else,” you suggested, but damon shook his head instantly.

“if you’re sure,” you hesitated, but damon insisted, so you turned the movie back on and snuggled into him.

damon sighed contentedly, reaching up to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands. now when you laughed, he felt it against his body, and wished more than anything that nothing could ever take this happiness away from the two of you.

and thinking of the long years ahead of him, watching elf each december with you in his arms, he smiled softly, watching buddy the elf declare his love in his father’s office.

and then, he leant down to kiss the crown of your head, whispering—“i’m in love with you, and i don’t care who knows it.”

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @bradleybeachbabe @velvetcloxds @flesh--amnesiac @nelleicrain @countrygal34

#damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore drabble #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore fluff #damon salvatore fic #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore #tvd fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries

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'Humans are dispensable.' (Maybe VD?)

A/N: Probably set sometime during season 1.

“Humans are dispensable.” Damon said with a wave of his hand in a perfectly Damon manner. His words were tinted with a characteristic, couldn’t-care-less amusement as Stefan stood in the middle of the room, his fists clenching by his sides.

“She isn’t you, Damon,” Stefan said, the edge in his voice barely concealed by his slow, pronounced words. “She doesn’t pick the ones she loves for a good time. She doesn’t take them at face value. She doesn’t decide based entirely on whether they’re dead or alive.”

“I do not do that!”

Stefan sighed. He shook his head and turned towards the stairs, his eyes softening when he noticed you sat at the top step. You’d rushed to your room after you’d returned from the hospital, but he would have been stupid to think you wouldn’t be lying awake on your bed, all senses attuned to the conversation occurring between your brothers downstairs. It was for that reason most of all that Stefan wished Damon could just listen for once with the same attentiveness and understanding he’d once possessed as a human. Apparently, their decades away from each other had given him no kindness in the way of emotions.

“Look, Damon,” Stefan ground out, “just leave it, alright? She doesn’t need this from anyone, let alone from you.” He stepped closer, his expression turning earnest as he lowered his voice, as though that would stop you from hearing. “Don’t mess around with her,” he whispered harshly, “you might be able to withstand that but she’s not. This wasn’t a random human she met on her walk home. His name was Scotty, and before you arrived here, they’d been together—together, Damon—for a year.”

Damon frowned, twisting his mouth in contemplation. “So...not dispensable?”

As Stefan had been gearing up to respond, yell something like “this isn’t funny” in his his face until he grasped the concept of compassion, he heard you race down the stairs. In a second, you were standing between them, your face, red and wet from crying, glaring fiercely up at the elder of the two.

“The only dispensable one here is you, Damon," you said.

Damon tossed both hands up, eyes growing wide. “Hey. Kiddo. Look…if I said something—“

“Said something? Damon, your entire being is worth apologising for.” Your voice shook with concealed fury. Damon spared a glance at Stefan, maybe a plea for help, but Stefan crossed his arms and stepped back, a clear ‘do it yourself’ motion. He had made his bed, and he needed to sit right in the middle of it and, for once, deal with the consequences of his words.

“Dispensable?” you continued. “Fuck you. Fuck you. He is the most indispensable person, human or vampire, that I know.” Your mouth fell open slightly and you took a deep, unneeded breath in before you corrected yoursel. “Knew.”

Damon blinked for a moment, his senses returning to him as he took in the look on your face and the totally, non-joking tremor to your words. He had a faulty habit of not treating serious things seriously, and vice versa. He crossed his arms and welcomed a sincere glint to his eyes. “You really liked this boy, didn’t you?” he speculated, an assertion, really, that had Stefan rolling his eyes and rubbing a hand against the back of his neck, so desperately wanting to say something but just as desperately willing this conversation to happen between his siblings alone.

You breathed an unamused laugh. “You can’t arrive here out of the blue and assume you know everything about me,” you said, then spun on your heel, throwing your head in your hands as you walked towards the couch and sat down. “I’m not the same as I was when you left,” you spoke quieter after a moment, her face hidden in your hands. “I…I loved…”

Stefan lowered his arms and moved to sit beside you. “Y/N…”

“Do you know what makes it worse?” you burst out, lifting your face from your hands to stare open-mouthed at the opposite wall. Damon stayed away for now, knowing he wasn’t the brother you currently needed. “It wasn’t even me that got him killed. Because that’s what I thought would happen, you know? I’m contagious, you’re contagious, we’re all contagious. Being a vampire is a transmissible disease. Any human we get close to ends up hurt or dead. And I…I expected that. I waited for that.” You bit hard at your inner cheek and filled your lungs with a deep and redundant breath, keeping your eyes from getting glassy with the tears you could feel coming. “But Scotty once said I was worth it. Worth his, a human’s, love. And I didn’t kill him! Nothing about me is why he’s dead!” You visibly deflated, not noticing as Stefan’s hand came to rest between your shoulder blades and Damon edged closer, eventually reaching the armchair across from you and sitting quietly down. There was something there now, Stefan could tell, and he felt relief flood him, knowing that they were, for at least the next ten minutes, the adults in the situation.

“I sensed the cancer before he got diagnosed, you know,” you said, and Damon knew you could only be talking to him. From what he remembered, Scotty Meredith had been diagnosed with terminal leukaemia a month or so before Damon had even returned to Mystic Falls, and today, three months later, it’d gotten him. Stefan had stayed beside you every step of the way, like the good brother he’d been since the day he’d turned you. Meanwhile, Damon had been...elsewhere.

Yes, you were speaking to him, and he pricked his ears this time and listened with the fullest intent of acting upon it.

“I tried to get to him to turn, because that’s the kinda desperate mindset I was in before you got here,” you continued, finally flicking your eyes up to meet Damon’s. “But he didn’t want to. And now he’s dead. So no, Damon, humans are not dispensable, and certainly not Scotty. Because he was the most necessary thing in my existence. I needed him—I need him. I want him. I really, really just want him here, but it’s not possible, ‘cause he’s dead, and I’m just...eternal—and it’s not fair—” Your eyes squeezed shut as words turned stiff on your tongue. Stefan wrapped his arm around you, shifting closer to you on the couch and pulling you into his side. You fell against him, turning your face into his shoulder and breaking into sobs both brothers could tell you’d been keeping at bay since you’d felt Scotty let go.

“Hey, hey,” Stefan spoke quietly into your hair, soothing you as much as he could. He glanced at Damon over your head, the both of you exchanging silent conversation with your eyes.

Damon sighed and straightened in his chair. “Scotty sounds...impressive.” That was all he could think of saying, but Stefan didn’t look to disagree, probably grateful Damon was even trying. “Sounds like I would’ve liked him.”

There was a silence in which Damon attempted to pass on another message to Stefan with his eyes, wondering whether he needed to say more or if he should just be patient, but Stefan ignored him, focused entirely on the sobbing girl in his arms. It was an odd thing, something that caused a swirl of jealousy to rear its ugly head in Damon’s gut when he remembered that he’d once been that person for you.

You moved your head, residual sniffles muffled against Stefan’s shoulder. “I honestly think you would have gotten on well,” you said then, reaching up to wipe at your nose. “You’d both be capable of putting up with the other’s shit.”

Damon smiled in what could only be a feeling of victory. “Great minds, huh?”

You sat up, brushing hair from your face, and turned to face Damon. “No human is dispensable,” you repeated. “Everyone’s got their place in the world. I did love him. We were real.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“I miss him.”

“I know.”

“And you’re an absolute asshole.”

Damon laughed, bumping an eyebrow. “I know that too, yeah. Come here, you.” It was an instinctive order, something he’d repeated hundreds of times in their human years, and he’d said it on an impulse, opening his arms and falling back against his chair. You faltered, remaining where you were, and he grimaced, sitting back up and dropping his arms. He looked at Stefan. Stefan urged him with his eyes, pressing his lips together in a tight line.

“Y/N, kiddo...” Damon leaned forward, lacing his fingers on his knees. “I’m sorry. For everything I said, and probably will say. It won’t be on purpose. Just...takes a while for me to understand.”

You nodded. “I know,” you said, and you did. Damon could be especially considerate when he took the time to understand, he simply needed to get back into so-called family life. He’d been away for too long.

You leant your head against Stefan for one more moment before standing. Damon sat back again, opening his arms, and you couldn’t help but sniffle and laugh, reaching up to wipe at your eyes just as Damon grasped your forearm and pulled you onto his lap. You drew your knees towards you and curled up against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. This new comfort, something you’d needed just as much as the hugs from Stefan, caused a fresh wave of emotion to rush over you, and you turned your face into him as you had Stefan. Damon glanced at Stefan, who shook his head.

If there was one thing a vampire could still find a struggle, it was their baby sister’s tears.

“We got you, Y/N,” Damon whispered. “Always.”

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She inhaled softly as she opened the door, the stench of death filling her soul and making her shiver. A thousand questions raced through her mind, wondering if he had come there for revenge, or if he had found out about Elena being alive.

“What do you want?” Bonnie had almost killed Klaus just three nights ago, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her tremble in fear.

“Now, is that any way to greet me witch?” He smirked and she wanted to rip his face off. Wanted to give him an aneurysm so bad his brain would bleed out of his eyes.

“You killed my best friend.” It was another thing that she had brought Elena back to life, but he couldn’t know that. Not now, or ever.

“Yes, yes, and you lot plotted my death with my brother,” there was something saccharine about the way Klaus smirked at her, a cold look in his eyes. “You should be lucky that I’m in a good mood, or you all would be dead.”

Bonnie couldn’t resist it then, if Damon was infuriating, Klaus was seemed to hit where it hurt. Even if Elena was alive, Jenna wasn’t. All the work, all their planning had amounted to nothing, and now Klaus had absolute control, unlimited power. “You should be lucky your brother betrayed us, or you would be dead.”

For a moment, the look on his face froze, but he recovered quickly. “My brother is a bit of a….sentimental fool.”

“Where is he?” She asked, wondering why any of them had ever trusted Elijah, but also wondering what Klaus had done with him.

“Indisposed, I’m afraid,” Klaus’ cheeks dimpled as he smiled, something entirely too superior and pleased in his gaze, “but I’m not here to talk about him. You see, I’m leaving town.”

“Great,” she muttered. Klaus was leaving, and Damon might die. While she wasn’t happy about Damon dying, she wasn’t exactly regretting it either.

“Without a witch,” Klaus looked down at her significantly then, and she had a bad feeling, “someone killed mine you see.”

“So what?”

“I’d like you to accompany me.”

She grit her teeth, focusing on him as she allowed the magic to flow out of her like water in a dam. Hitting her target with force. She could see the pain in his eyes, the way he clutched his head, but it only lasted for a few seconds. Seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity, her body and magic drained from the power she had lost during the sacrifice.

She was breathing hard by the time she was done, and was pleased to see that some of the amusement had drained from his face.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

For a moment, she thought Klaus would lash out, react in anger, but that was gone fleetingly too. “As I said, I am in a nice mood, given that the curse binding me has broken, but I do still need a witch sweetheart and you would do well not to defy me.”

“I’m sure there are other witches you can find.”

“Perhaps, and yet, you are no ordinary witch, are you?” He stepped closer to the boundary of her house, his footsteps heavy on her porch, “you are a Bennett witch, and you were strong enough to almost kill me. Your ancestor was just as special, perhaps even stronger than you.” His hands were on the doorframe now, and she tilted her head.

“You knew Emily?”

“I knew Ayanna, a thousand years ago.” She frowned as she tried to remember grams’ rambles, any mention of a witch like that, “after she died, my brother took possession of all her grimoires. Of course, they lie with me now.”

“You think I’ll go with you because of a few grimoires? After everything you’ve done?” Anger rolled in her stomach and fire lit up within her throat, the flames of it rushing out through her tongue, hoping futilely to burn him.

“Well, love,” and then her heart stopped as he crossed over the threshold and entered into her house, “I was thinking the motivation of keeping your father alive would spur you to make the make the right decision. Not to mention all those friends of yours,” he gripped her shoulders and leaned towards her. Her fingers clenched into fists, and she thought of all the spells she knew, of all the things she could do to him. “One bite from me, and it would be the end of Caroline.”

“How did you-”

“It seems your father only wore vervain, he didn’t consume it.” The fire in her was replaced by shards of ice stabbing her from the inside, cold fear spreading through her veins as she thought of her dad. “Relax love, nothing’s happened to him yet. Although he was kind enough to invite me inside.”

She thought of Elena, the deal she had made with Elijah, despite how badly it had failed, she wasn’t sure there was anything else she could do. The witches’ power had left her, and without it, she wasn’t sure she could take Klaus down permanently. Damon and Stefan maybe, but not Klaus. Not yet.

“So what? If I leave with you, you won’t hurt them?”

“If you leave with me, help me,” his hands glided over her shoulders to her neck, warm on her skin, “I won’t have reason to come back to this town. And they’d be safe. You can even speak to your father if you wish.”

“Do you think you’re doing me a favour?”

“Well, this could all be a lot more unpleasant, little witch.”

She knew that, and she had also known how desperately Luka and Jonas had looked for Greta. How Klaus had seduced her away. She wondered now, if it wasn’t something more like this, like threats and the promise of power that he had used to take her with him. Besides, if he really did have those grimoires, along with others, she could eventually grow strong enough to kill him.

He’d stay away from here too, away from her father, and her friends. From Elena.

“Fine. But I have a few conditions too.”

He seemed pleased as he looked down at her, and she wondered what she had gotten herself into.

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