#Damon Salvatore X OC sister

[selmasemlan]

Epic encounters - A Marcel Gerard FanFic

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This is a story about a girl, who finds herself in a world filled with all sorts of powerful creatures. And while she's at it, she meets a prince trying to become a king. And their love would be known by all.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Univers: Crossover of The Vampire Diaries + Teen Wolf (+ very lightly Supernatural)

Author note: I'll try to put everything in chronological order of the story. This will include random moments in the lives of Luna and Marcel. It's a story about two individuals in love who grow together and separately as people. With some changes, the plot will follow the shows Teen Wolf and The Originals. There will be a lot of original (my own) plot.

If you guys have any requests for this series, let me know. I'm open to everything.

Warning: Elena bashing (never liked her, so won't even pretend here), angst, light Scott bashing (have a hate-love to him), softness of soft, series situations and conversations, PTSD, mental health, betrayal, mention of abuse and harassment.

Info about the universe

Info we have right now

Couples in Marcel x Luna Universe

The Story

Before season 3 of Teen Wolf and season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

Crash into something epic - The First Meeting

Summary: Stefan, facing his mortality, implores Damon to promise to spend the summer with Luna for her happiness. Reluctantly agreeing, Damon and Luna's journey to New Orleans unfolds, leading to an unexpected encounter with Marcel Gerard, marking the beginning of a potentially life-changing adventure.

Serendipity in the Crescent City

Summary: Marcel knows there is something between him and Luna, he just needs a chance.

Echoes of Love

Summary: Marcel asks Luna about her past before the Salvatores

Be mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Summer Rain and Promises

Summary: Luna is leaving for Beacon Hills

During Season 3 of Teen Wolf and Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: How is it that Klaus knows and respects Luna. You're about to find out.

Winterbreak Breakfast Bickering

Summary: It´s winterbreak, and the Salvatore siblings are having breakfast.

Too Soon, But So Right

Summary: A night that almost leads to more, but those that wait, never wait too long

One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Revelation in the Woods

Summary: Deucalion lets Luna know what she is

Confrontation Under the Moonlight

Summary: Luna shows Deucalion who she is and who she will always be

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Shadows of Betrayal

Summary: Possessed by the Nogitsune, Luna unleashes a wave of dark energy against her friends, her vision blurred and actions twisted by a sinister force. In a moment of lucidity, she pleads for a way to stop the destruction, but Scott's harsh decision to knock her out leaves Isaac determined to save her, his heart heavy with sorrow and resolve.

Luna's Triumph Over Shadows

Summary: In a harrowing mental battle against the Nogitsune, Luna Salvatore confronts her deepest fears and emerges victorious, fortified by her inner strength and the unwavering support of her loved ones. Her resolve to face the future is strengthened, knowing she is no longer alone in her fight against the darkness.

During season 1 of The Originals, season 4 of Teen Wolf and a little of season 4 of The Vampire Diaries

In the Arms of New Orleans Part 2

Summary: Stefan and Rebekah rush Luna to Marcel's arms in New Orleans after a near-fatal attack, finding solace and protection in his embrace.

The Queen of New Orleans

Summary: As Elijah tries to make peace across the supernatural community of New Orleans, an important factor joins the game

Exes

Summary: In a cozy evening setting, Luna playfully prompts Marcel to share about his past relationships, leading to a heartfelt conversation where they both open up about their exes and reflect on the importance of trust and respect in their budding romance. Amidst candlelight and shared vulnerabilities, they deepen their bond and solidify their commitment to each other, finding solace and strength in their mutual honesty and connection.

During season 2 of The Originals

Moonlight in New Orleans

Summary: Marcel and Luna share a tender, moonlit dance in his New Orleans loft, finding solace and reaffirming their love amidst the city's vibrant energy and their own recent turmoil.

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Playing Cupid - Damon x Bonnie

Summary: When your siblings decide to play cupid, but it doesn't go as planned

Playing Cupid 2

Summary: Over winter break, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac visit Mystic Falls and, while staying with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they concoct humorous and heartfelt plans to bring Stefan and Rebekah together.

4 moments Luna flinched

Summary: 4 moments where Luna shows how her trauma effects her in her everyday life

Dreams coming true

Summary: The cure discussion continues, and it turns out Luna knows more than she thinks

Moonlight and Warrior

Summary: When did Luna go from Sunshine to Moonlight, a nickname conversation.

Moonlight Conversations

Summary: A conversation about the future shows us how much Marcel and Luna love each other.

The Brothers Meet Marcel: Salvatore Style

Summary: Luna's big brothers are visiting and finally getting an introduction to the guy they´ve heard so much about.

During season 3 of The Originals

Reunited at Marcel's Loft

Summary: Luna and Marcel, reunited in the warmth of his loft after time apart, share a deeply emotional and intimate night, reaffirming their unbreakable bond through tender embraces, passionate kisses, and whispered declarations of love.

​​The Calm Before the Full Moon

Summary: Klaus has a ranting session with Luna

Art Exhibit

Summary: We meet a familiar face, someone Luna thought she would never have to see again.

Dance of Shadows

Summary: The Strix has arrived, and Marcel and Luna face them together.

A Parents approval 

Summary: In the depths of the Mikaelson mansion, Luna's earnest defense of Marcel's loyalty leads to a rare moment of understanding and approval between Klaus and Marcel, ultimately strengthening their bond and affirming Luna's place in the family.

Babysitting Hope

Summary: Luna and Marcel get to babysit and Klaus gets to see a side of Marcel that he has never seen before.

Not like this

Summary: Luna is worried that it´s too dangerous

Sacrifice

Summary: Luna and Marcel are trying to save Davina, Freya and Elijah only care for their own, so our super couple step up

Promises Made

Summary: A tense evening unfolds as Luna's deep anxiety leads her to urge Marcel to take extreme precautions before a dangerous meeting, fearing for his safety and their future together.

Near death's door (Part 2 of Promises Made)

Summary: Luna's worst fears almost come true as she and Klaus face a terrifying moment of grief, but luck is still on their side

More coming soon.......

[countrymusiclover]

Eclipse of the Heart

Jaidlyn Forbes came home in the middle of her years of college to look out for her younger sister Caroline. When she returns home, she never expects to be captivated by the raven haired Damon Salvatore. But will being with him change everything her mother taught her to be.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[baseballbitch116]

However Long It Takes - Chapter Two

Klaus Mikaelson x oc slow burn series

Charlotte found herself morbidly curious about the Originals ever since they came to town. After finally meeting the hybrid, Klaus, she is even more intrigued. Is Charlotte in way over her head?

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: None in this chapter

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Chapter Two - The Grill

You were in fact right that the others had been plotting something. Apparently Klaus’s father was not dead and Damon nearly killed him that evening, until Stefan saved him. To say that you were shocked was an understatement. Eventually it came to light that Stefan only did it to save Damon, and then made up for it by kidnapping Klaus’s siblings, which were daggered in coffins. You found it slightly comical in a twisted way that Klaus could essentially just put his siblings into a coma until he felt like waking them. Of course, you knew it was wrong and didn’t agree with it at all. But it ended up working out for the rest of you, because all of the originals were subdued or otherwise distracted.

You found yourself hanging around the others more often, trying to keep up with the events. You were hanging out at the bar with Damon and Elena, playing darts together as she watched. Damon continuously flirted with her, which was slightly annoying, given that he slept with you less than a month ago. You certainly didn’t have feelings for the elder Salvatore brother, but still didn’t appreciate being used so blatantly. “I’ll see if I can make any… improvements,” you roll your eyes at the two flirting and down the last of your drink, tossing the dart and nearly making a bullseye.

“Don’t mind me,” you whip your head around, startled by the sudden additional presence. It wasn’t easy to sneak up on a vampire, unless of course, said person is also one. Or in this case, a hybrid.

“Klaus,” Elena mutters under her breath. The original has a smirk plastered across his face, scanning Elena before his eyes fall on you.

“You’re gonna do this in the Grill? In front of everyone?” Damon adjusts his body to stand closer to Klaus than Elena. “It’s a little beneath you, don’t ya think?” You can see his demeanor has become very tense and he is obviously nervous, which made you nervous. Damon was not the type to startle easily.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just came down to my local pub to grab a drink with a mate.” Klaus responds, turning to look back at the dark haired hybrid standing behind him. “Get a round would ya, Tony?” The hybrid smirks at Elena before walking over to the bar. Elena looks baffled and Klaus’s grin grows, seeming pleased with himself.

“Surprised you stuck around town long enough for happy hour,” Damon comments. It is becoming clear that whatever this is about doesn’t have a whole lot to do with you, so you turn your back to them and grab the darts from the board.

“My sister seems to be missing.” When you turn back around, you see that Klaus’s face has fallen into a menacing scowl, eyeing Damon like it was his fault Rebekah was missing. “Need to sort that out.”

“Cute. Blonde bombshell. Psycho. Shouldn’t be too hard to find.” Damon’s endless unserious comments continue and you roll your eyes. Klaus’s gaze shifts from Damon to you momentarily, then back to him as he takes a few steps closer to the two.

“Truth is… I’ve grown to rather like your little town. Thinking I might fancy a home here.” he takes the dart from Damon’s hand and walks past him, standing right beside you and making brief eye contact again. His gaze is very intense, not only from intimidation but just from his presence. He tosses the dart with ease and makes a perfect bullseye, turning back around to Damon with a smirk on his face once again. He is very arrogant, similarly to Damon. “Well I imagine you are wondering ‘how does this affect you?’ And the answer is, not in the slightest. As long as I get what I want and everyone behaves themselves, you can go on living your little lives however you choose.” His gaze falls on Elena and he cocks his head slightly. “You have my word,” he mutters, but something about the way he said it was somehow more intimidating.

“What more could you possibly want?” Elena finally speaks up. Klaus suddenly invades her space and you tense up, ready for a fight.

“Well for starters, you can tell me where I might find Stefan.” he responds, and Damon walks forward to stand between the two of them.

“Stefan skipped town the second he saved your ass.” Damon informs Klaus darkly.

“Well you see that is a shame,” Klaus growls. “Your brother stole from me.” Your brows furrowed in confusion, but then you remember that Stefan hijacked Klaus’s family. That’s what he’s after? Why dagger them and keep them locked away if you care about them? “I need him found so I can take back what’s mine.”

“That sounds like a Klaus and Stefan problem.” Elena remarks bravely - or stupidly. Klaus starts approaching her with narrowed eyes but Damon positions his body in front of Elena. Klaus smirks and his gaze falls on you, watching your reaction. You continue to stand there, stiff and on edge, waiting for his next move. He leans in closer toward Elena’s face and says in a low voice: “Well this is me broadening the scope, sweetheart.” Klaus steps back and looks at you once more before walking past Damon and up toward the bar, meeting the hybrid.

“Well shit,” you finally say something.

~~~

You didn’t have any more run-ins with Klaus since that incident in the bar. Eventually, Stefan handed over the coffins like you knew he’d have to, and completely destroyed his relationship with Elena all the while trying to get the upper hand over Klaus. It turned out, one of the coffins had Klaus’s mother inside, as well as two other siblings. Now there were more originals than you could keep track of in town, and suddenly everywhere felt unsafe. You stayed home or at Elena’s most days after school, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. Not even a week after Klaus’s family was released, Elena received an invitation to a “Mikaelson Ball.” You were at her house when she got the invitation, along with a note from Esther herself. You agreed with Stefan and Damon that it seemed like a trap, but Elena was insistent that it wasn’t. When you arrived home, you saw a small box and envelope on your porch. You wondered what this could possibly be, picking them up and heading inside. First you opened the envelope, which had your name scrawled beautifully across the front. Inside was an invitation to none other than the ball. Your heart dropped in your chest, filled with mixed emotions. Part of you was happy to be invited, part was annoyed that you were despite all of your efforts to stay out of the drama. And another part of you wondered who exactly decided to invite you. Was the entire town invited? Did Esther invite you? Or… Did Klaus?

Sure enough, you flipped the invitation over and found a simple note written for you.

Save me a dance, Fondly, Klaus

Your jaw literally dropped. You were beyond stunned that Klaus not only invited you, but left you this little note. What did it mean? You quickly unwrapped the present and discovered a gorgeous dark blue dress inside. He gave you a dress? To wear? To his family’s ball? As his date? Does this make you his date? Surely Klaus Mikaelson is not asking you to be his date for a ball. And this dress… It was stunning. You held it up to your body and looked in the mirror. It seemed like your size, and it complimented your skin tone and hair well.

You quite literally spent the next two hours trying to decide if you were going to go. You wanted to, every part of you was curious to know what could happen. The more logical side of you knew it would be dangerous. You would be in a room with four original vampires, one original hybrid and the original witch… That sounded like a recipe for disaster. But still… You couldn’t help yourself.

Once you decided that you wanted to go, you then spent another half hour trying to decide if you would wear the dress that Klaus gifted you. What would happen if you did? But then again, what would he think if you didn’t? After debating and scouring your closet, you found yourself standing in front of your mirror at 6:30 wearing the beautiful ball gown and white gloves. You looked amazing. Even with your simple hair style and makeup… You knew that you looked gorgeous. This dress could probably make anyone look gorgeous. What would Klaus think about your look? Why did you care?

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Mood boards masterlist

Hello and welcome ☺✨💓

Here you will find all the fandoms I like and all the mood boards I made.

General Masterlist

ASOIAF (GOT & HOTD)

House Targaryen

Daenys the Dreamer

Aegon the Conqueror

Queen Visenya

Queen Rhaenys

Princess Rhaenyra

Queen Rhaenyra

Prince Daemon

Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was

Baela and Rhaena Targaryen

Aegon II

Prince Aemond One-Eye

Princess Helaena

Prince Rhaegar

Prince Viserys

Daenerys Stormborn

How a Targaryen princess might style herself

Daenerys and her female ancestors

Daenerys and her male ancestors

Targaryens and their dragons

Daemon x Rhaenyra

Daenerys conquering KL

Mother of Dragons

Book!Rhaenyra

House Lannister

Cersei Lannister

Jaime Lannister

House Stark

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Arya Stark

Jon Snow

House Arryn

House Greyjoy

House Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

House Martell

Prince Oberyn

House Baratheon

House Tully

Lady Catelyn

House Velaryon

Lord Corlys, the Sea Snake

Laena Velaryon

Laenor Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon

Miscellaneous

Lady Ashara Dayne

HARRY POTTER

House Slytherin

POV: You're Draco's sister

House Ravenclaw

House Hufflepuff

House Gryffindor

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Vampires

Mystic Falls

Lexi

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Katherine Pierce

Katherine Pierce II

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Finn

Elijah

Klaus

Kol

Rebekah

Kassandra (OC)

Pt 1

POV: You're one of the Mikaelsons

Rebekah x Kassandra

Elijah x Kassandra

Klaus x Kassandra

Kol x Kassandra

Finn x Kassandra

Stefan x Elena

MARVEL/MCU

Loki

MISCELLANEOUS

POV: You're the wife of Michael Corleone

POV: You're an actress and a part of the HOTD cast

[addycoreaddyaesthetic]

A True Triangle

Name: Adelyn Salvatore

Universe: The Vampire Diaries

Movies/Shows: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Legacies

Family: Giuseppe Salvatore (Father), Lillian Salvatore (Mother), Damon Salvatore (Older Brother), Stefan Salvatore (Older Brother)

Book/Books: A True Triangle

Species: Vampire

Faceclaim: Crystal Reed

[nuttycreationwitch]

Jinx Bennett basics

First off, her style:

Just...chef’s kiss...

Anyway, next we have just random facts:

-Her and Jeremy have been friends since they were 5, when their sisters met

-She LOVES music

-She was obsessed with Jinx Dawson when she was twelve, and has always hated the name Jessica, so Bonnie started calling her Jinx and it just kind of  stuck.

-Her room is full plants 

-She just kind of knows things, not like facts but like gut feelings

-Just very strong and accurate ones 

-Sometimes she’ll be in situations and have insane deja vu 

-Her and Jeremy have a weird relationship where some days Jinx is the mom friend, and some days Jeremy is 

-It just depends on who has the worse ideas 

-Her being smart does not stop her from being INCREDIBLY stupid 90% of the time.

-Jinx isn’t shy, but she prefers to observe. Bonnie always did most of the talking and that make it easy for her to listen.

-She’s fine with it though.

-Just because she’s quieter than others doesn’t mean she’s weak or unopinionated. She just only really says the important stuff.

-Like sarcastic remarks or advice. 

-It’s mostly the first one. 

-She doesn’t talk much with people she doesn’t know well, but she will YELL with people she’s close with.

-Will 100% go to any party, but only with her friends. 

-Lowkey believes the whole witch thing but also doesn’t push it. If she has powers then she’ll have powers, but her life is complicated enough as it is.

-Loves to write and wants to go to Yale for journalism. 

-Has curly hair but usually straightens it, and always has it in a middle ponytail.

-Dyed her hair many colors before just shaving half of it {I have totally used this before, but I love it so I’m using it again}.

-Never really had an interest for relationships, or was always to busy reading..or writing..or making bad decisions...

[rose-demica]

Glimpse into the past.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries

Pairings: Damon Salvatore X OC (Eriana Mikealson), Stefan X Katherine Pierce

This is a fun little thing I wrote about Damon returning home during the civil war. 

Three years, he had been gone for three years, and that was all he could think about as he stared out one of the small oval windows in the train. His unseeing eyes watching nothing but trees and grass fly by, trying to ignore the way his mind twisted it to run red with blood, lifeless bodies and the smell of gunpowder filling the air.

No, instead he forced himself to think of home, how his brother would both look and act. They had spoken throughout the war, letters penned when there was little to do but wait for orders, but it was not the same as being there. Letters could not hope to bring his brother’s smile to the forefront of his mind, replace the horrors that lay there with the joy his brother never failed to bring. Letters failed to remind him what life back home was like when all he had was faded memories of a time when only his brother looked up to him and blood did not stain his hands.

Damon had promised the crying young boy that he would always be there, reassuring him as he watched servants prepare his mother’s body for burial, shielding his young brother from the same horror he couldn’t bear to lift his eyes from. The war had forced him to break his promise, leave his brother at his father’s mercy as he did the dutiful thing by his town and family, leaving to go and fight against the north, to protect his home.

At first, he had argued that he was doing it to protect his brother, he cared little for the man he was forced to call father, and was certainly not fighting to protect him. Someone from the family name had to go, it was only fair that it was he who sacrificed everything. Stefan was far too young and his father far too proud, but more than that, it was a chance to gain his father’s approval.

But more than his little brother, he was wondering if she was still there, the woman he had started courting before the war broke out. She had promised to wait for him, years filled with letters of longing, sweet words that couldn’t wash away the pain of being apart, but seemed to help soothe the wound.

She had promised to write to him every day, and it had been a promise she had kept, her letters brief as she failed to find words to say as the days became years, but they were there all the same. A huge pile of paper that he was relentlessly teased about as the mail was delivered. In turn, he kept his replies light, refusing to talk about the horrors of war in favour of asking about home and her. She didn’t need to imagine what hell looked like, not if he could protect her from it.

Yet he knew that three years was a long time, already she was past marrying age, and despite not having a male to care for her she knew that as well, waiting for him to return would be foolishness. She was a beautiful young noblewoman, with long auburn hair, that rolled down her back in an untameable mix of waves and loose curls. Eyes of emerald green that always seemed to sparkle like the gemstones that adorned her person. A smile on her full red lips that always seemed to twist up into her eyes whenever they settled on him.

She carried herself with the grace of a noble lady, every eye in the room turning to her no matter what event she stepped into, a smile on her lips as she charmed everyone who dared to cross her path. Tales of her family falling from her lips when prompted, and the reasons why she had moved here alone.

He had considered himself lucky when she decided he was worthy of being spoken to. His reputation as a charmer should have scared her off, lest he ruin both her heritage and marriageability with the rumours that had wrapped themselves tightly around him. Yet she had not run, instead seeking him out at every opportunity until he began courting her officially.

She was everything he had longed for since childhood, both loving and accepting him no matter what he told her, neither did she believe the lies that fell from his father’s lips as he tried to poison the relationship they were cultivating. He sought comfort in her arms after his father’s beatings. She offered him her home and her heart without question, her servants treating him their master as much as she was their mistress. Never greeting him with a question nor refusal when he showed up on her doorsteps, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not. Even going so far as to treat his little brother like one of her own, looking out for him when he was unable to.

Damon didn’t truly expect her to be waiting for him, no matter how his heart argued. It had been too long, their relationship too inappropriate to continue once he returned, battered and bruised from the horrors of war. It was too much to ask of her this time.

“Second Lieutenant Sir!” He was shaken from his daze by one of the train’s staff, already standing at salute as he spoke. “This is your stop sir, welcome home.”

“Thank you.” He stood, straightening his uniform and collecting his bag, joining the small line that formed to wish their friends goodbye before stepping off the train and beginning the long trek to the surrounding towns that they all called home. He spared only a nod to those that he served with, knowing that they would be back together soon enough. The war would only spare them for a few weeks before their leave would be over.

He didn’t know why he glanced around the station, searching for a familiar face. No one knew he was coming home, it had been a last minute opportunity that he’d jumped at when one of the other men found themselves unable to return to their own home. Still, he spared a moment to look before shouldering his bag and making his way towards the local tavern. He was certain someone there would be heading towards or past his home town that would be more than happy to give a soldier a lift.

“Excuse me, Mr Salvatore. My name is Christopher Blake, my mistress Eriana Mikaelson sent me to fetch you.” His path was blocked by a young man, stopping him with his cap in his hand as he spoke. His heart leapt at the name that fell from his lips, Miss Mikaelson, his beloved.

“I am sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else, no one knew I was returning.” He turned slightly, glancing around before returning his attention to the man before him. He did not recognise him, which seemed odd considering that before he had left he knew all of Eriana’s servants by name.

“No sir, the Mistress sent me to wait here until you returned. I have been waiting for nearly three years now. She wished to be certain you would have a way home upon your return as she feared your father would not be so kind. It has been my honour to wait this long for you, and it would have been my honour to wait longer if that is what was required of me. Please, may I take your bag? I am, however, more than happy to wait if there are some business matters you wish to-,”

“No need, I am more than ready to return home.” He interrupted, handing over his bag to the young man and motioning for him to lead the way.

“Of course sir, please, this way.” Christopher bowed his head as he led him towards one of the fanciest looking carriages on the street, stowing the bag on the roof as he opened the door. Damon Salvatore knew this carriage well, it was Eriana’s favourite of all those that littered her estate, and as such, one that he had been in often.

“When was the last time you heard from Miss Mikaelson?” Damon questioned, watching Christopher stow his bag before he opened the door and pulled out a step.

“About three years ago Sir, when she gave me the orders to wait here for you to return from war. I haven’t heard from her since, although she has frequented the townhouse since your departure.” Christopher stood to the side, hands behind his back as he waited for Damon to enter the carriage.

“Was she with anyone?” Damon couldn’t stop himself from asking, hands wringing at each other. He knew she should have moved on, but it did not stop the hope that had blossomed in his heart when he saw someone waiting for him at the train station with her name on his lips.

“I am afraid I do not know Sir, I was not permitted to interact with the mistress, nor was I given the opportunity, I was at the station for the first train and did not leave until the last, with tending to the horses I had no time to catch up on the mistresses happenings.”

“Of course.” Damon ducked his head to enter the carriage, ignoring Christopher as he shut the door behind him and started the horse moving.

The gentle rocking of the horse and carriage was enough to lull him to sleep, but even that could not stop the nightmares that tormented him and the overwhelming fear that Eriana would not be waiting for him once he returned.

Damon woke with a scream upon his lips, pulled from yet another nightmare about the hell he had only just escaped. Eyes drifting down to his hands as though he would still be able to see the blood that stained them mixed in with gunpowder as he reloaded the musket to take another life, bodies piling at his feet and squishing beneath his boots as they continued the eternal march forward.

“Sir!” The car pulled over to the side, Christopher opening the door to check up on him. “Sir are you alright?”

“I am fine, are we nearly there?” Damon lied, straightening himself up and forcing his breaths to calm. It would do no good if everyone found out that the war front had followed him home. They would need to believe that the south was winning and that everything was going well, it was what they had all agreed to before boarding the train.

“On the edge of town sir. We shall arrive at the Salvatore manor shortly, I apologise for disturbing you.”

“The Salvatore Manor? No, I must see Eriana immediately.” Damon glanced out the window, none of the forest that lined the roads seemed even remotely familiar, a fact that reminded him just how long he had been away for.

“Would sir not like to return home first? I can make the proper arrangements to meet the Mistress in the morning.” Christopher tried not to frown, but his disagreement was obvious. To take a man to meet his Mistress without proper approval could cause an uproar and harm his Mistresses good name, but regardless, Damon had to see her, tonight.

“No, I must see her at once.” He would walk there himself if he had to, following a path he had walked several times before if that was what was required of him.

“Very well Sir.” Christopher must have seen the sheer determination in his eyes as he caved, closing the door and starting the carriage moving once more, slightly changing the course to go to the Mikaelson manor.

Damon could not help the way his nerves rose as he started to recognise parts of the town around him, familiar sights passing by as he pulled the curtain aside. Dusk was falling, which meant very few townspeople were out and about, much preferring to be at their manors, served dinners which Damon could only have dreamed of since leaving for the army.

His subconscious remembered the way to Eriana’s, reminding him of every turn before the carriage made it, and still his nerves grew. What if he got there and she was sitting down to dinner with her husband? Did she have children of her own? And if she did what would they look like. She’d never mentioned one in her letters, but it made no sense if she did not.

Thoughts swirled in his head as the pathway to the Mikaelson manor appeared, the horse seeming to hurry its footsteps as it recognised the home it hadn’t seen for years, eager to be with his friends once more.

“Christopher! What brings you back? You know the Mistresses orders.” A harsh whisper sounded outside of the carriage as a few more men came forward.

“Indeed I do, which is why I obeyed when Master Salvatore insisted on coming here first. He is anxious to see her once more.” Christopher answered, opening the door and setting down a footstool so Damon could step out. Eyes scanning over everything, making as much note of the changes as he did what remained the same.

His eyes settled on the carriage only just before his, emblazoned with golden designs, two horses waiting patiently in the front. It was her fancy carriage, one she only used when attending important events, or if she wanted to make an entrance.

“Get this carriage out of here at once. We have important visitors arriving within the hour.” Another harsh whisper as the carriage door was shut behind him, and his bag placed beside his feet. He nodded to Christopher as the man paused, wondering if Damon had changed his mind with the cool greeting he had received.

“Master Salvatore, a pleasure to see you once more.” Josephine curtsied as she turned her attention to him, taking a step closer and looking up at him properly. “Mistress will be most happy to see you, please, come inside. Are you weary from your travels? I can have a spare room allocated for you to rest.” Damon frowned, recognising that she was trying to get him out of the way, an unpleasant habit of Eriana’s favourite handmaiden.

“All I want is to see Miss Mikaelson immediately.” Josephine frowned, but nodded, calling for someone else to grab his bag for him.

“Of course Sir, she is at dinner. Allow me.” Damon stepped forward, walking towards the huge archway that had always felt like home before he had left.  “I shall inform her of your arrival.” Josephine left him standing in the huge foyer to walk down the corridor towards where he knew the dining room was. He stood there awkwardly, hiding the shake in his hands as he smoothed down his clothes and prayed he looked presentable. He should have taken the time to clean up before just showing up on her door.

“Guiseppe, I told you Stefan and Katherine are staying with me until you learn to control your temper-” Her voice preceded her down the corridor, the quiet click of her heels and the rustle of her skirts. It all stopped when she saw which Mr Salvatore was waiting for her in the parlour, a hand rising to her lips as tears pooled in her eyes.

“Miss Mikaelson, forgive the intrusion.” The words fell from his lips with a smile, echoing the same ones that he had said every time he had escaped to her house. She cleared the space between them in no time, hands shaking as they reached for his face, tears openly falling from her face as her hands traced every inch of his.

He, in turn, wrapped his hands tightly around her waist, head slipping from her hands to rest on her shoulder. Tears falling from his own eyes as she embraced him back, she was just as beautiful as he remembered, looking like she had not aged a day since she had waved him goodbye three years ago. One of his hands came up to tangle in her auburn curls, holding her as close as he could.

“Damon?” He heard his brother’s voice in the background and lifted his head to look at his brown haired younger brother. His smile growing bigger as he saw how much his younger brother had grown. Stefan had only been 13 when he had left, a young boy not yet marred by puberty, but now he had grown into his body, sun-kissed by the sun and muscles from working hard on father's property.

“Brother!” Eriana stepped to one side so Stefan could wrap his arms around Damon and welcome him home. Damon grimaced at the strength his younger brother used, but hugged him back with the same amount of force, only pulling back when he did. “When did you get back?”

“I came straight here from the train,” Damon answered, eyes raising to the young woman eyeing him from the parlour entrance. He did not know the beautiful young olive toned woman that wore noble dresses much like Eriana, nor did he return the way her brown eyes raked over his figure before hiding beneath her long brown curls.

“Josie ensure Damon’s stuff is taken to my room, set another place at the table and have a bath drawn for him once dinner is over. Unless you would prefer a room of your own, my love?” Eriana paused from giving orders, glancing over to Damon with the question she directed his way.

“I never wish to part from your side again.” He answered, fingers tangling with hers as he lifted her hand to his lips. She smiled back at him, eyes drifting to her guests as if deciding something before she stepped closer and kissed him properly. He responded, cupping her jaw as her hands wrapped around his waist. He knew it was improper of him, and so did she, but neither cared. It had been too long since they had seen each other last.

“We should leave them be Katherine. It has been three years since my brother left for war, we all have much to catch up on.” Damon heard Stefan lead the young woman away, the door closing softly behind them as Eriana pulled away from the kiss. Foreheads resting against each other as their eyes locked, neither willing to break the moment of peace they had claimed for themselves, Damon’s fears melting away beneath her steady gaze and the string of small kisses she stole from his willing lips.

“Nor I yours.” The whisper fell from her lips as her hands tightened in his shirt. “But you, my love, are starved, I can feel your bones, have the army neglected to feed its hard working soldiers?” Her hands flattened against his chest before she pulled away and walked towards the door, turning only to look over her shoulder at him. “And I have no doubt that Stefan is eager to spend time with you.”

Damon spared a glance down at his uniform, slightly stained with the blood of those he had killed, and those he had tried to save. Blood mixing with the grass and gun powder stains from his time on the front line and away from proper washing facilities. Crinkled from his time lounging on the train and sleeping in the carriage. He was in no state to sit at a ladies table and eat with such proper company.

“My love, we don’t care. We are just happy you are home, and alive, and back with us once more. Come, eat, drink, leave the worrying for the morning.” Eriana spoke as if she knew his thoughts, soothing them as she lifted a hand in his direction. “Come.” He closed the gap between them, his hand slipping into hers only so he could pull her into his chest, holding her close once more. Finally, he felt like he was home.

[asvterias]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 | 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Chapter Pairings: Black!Girlfriend Witch Reader X Girlfriend!Bonnie, Younger!Sister Witch Reader X The Parker Siblings, Black!Fem Witch Reader X The Scooby Doo Gang + Rebekah (all platonic)

Chapter Warnings: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts & mentions of child murder

Chapter Summary: [Name] finds out that damon escaped the prison world without bonnie so she became worried thinking that bonnie was in any kind of danger. Little did [name] know how completely right she was.

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“Where's bonnie, damon?” You questioned the 100-year old vampire, concern laced in your voice. Damon had just returned to the real world by a blinding flashing light but there was no sign of your girlfriend, bonnie.

Of course, you were scared, this is your girlfriend that we're talking about and she was currently nowhere in sight - well in yours anyway. Remaining silent, his gaze planted on the ground as if he was scared of your reaction. Coming to realization, your eyes widened in fear at the thought of never seeing your beloved girlfriend again.

Just when things were going right between you two, this shit happens. Life is a mega pain in the ass.

“God damnit, bonnie. Why do you have to be so selfless?” You mumbled to yourself, sitting down on a nearby couch. Damon began to talk again but you held your hand up to silence him and he did as a golden retriever would.

“Damon, do you even realize who bonnie is stuck with?” You questioned the older salvatore brother, fury within your tone. Damon sensed the anger in your tone and winced, too afraid to answer back.

“Who is she stuck with?” Elena asked, folding her arms in curiosity and fear.

“She's stuck with my family murdering half brother, kai. There's no doubt that he wouldn't torture her especially if he knows that bonnie is dating me. I mean he killed my twin brother and two younger siblings without remorse.” You said, trying to control your breathing.

Sometimes you wish that Bonnie wasn't a good friend and actually stood up to elena and said no for once to think about her well-being and mental health. Talking to yourself, rubbing your fingers on your temple trying to sequence the negative thoughts. Your mind was racing with the thoughts of that she could be in danger, badly hurt or worst, she could be dead.

Overthinking was also a pain in the ass but sometimes it can pretty helpful. But now, it was extremely worse because the love of your life is now stuck in a prison world with a physcopath. Getting up from the couch, you walked back over to damon, “Well, we can bring her back right.” Too say that you were protective of the witch was an understatement.

Nodding his head no, his eyes filled with regret, “No we can't, [name]. We need the ascendant and the blood of a bennett witch.” You felt like breaking down right in the middle of the room.

There was no chance of getting bonnie back into the real world unless....wait that's it. You needed blood from a bennett witch and her cousin Lucy was 2 towns over. All you needed to do was to reach out to her and hopefully she does what you pleaded with her to do.

“Don't worry, [name]. We'll bring bonnie back because out of all of us. She deserves best.” Matt reassured you with Rebekah and Caroline agreeing with him. Giving them a small smile, the mikaelson blonde pulled you into a hug, “We won't stop until, bonnie's here where she rightfully belongs.”

Breaking from the hug and the blonde turned her body to the rest of the group, “Come on now, chop. Chop! We've got a girlfriend to bring back.” Everyone quickly obeyed and went to go looking in grimoires from bonnie's ancestors for answers.

Bonnie who was now in the prison world, prayed that you would get her out of there. She just wished that she would have listened to you and for once to be selfish. Since she was a loyal friend being selfish was never in her vocabulary. You were only looking out for her as a loving girlfriend but I mean, who wouldn't stress about the well being of their lover.

Thinking about how worried and stressed that you are about her made her felt like she disappointed you. In reality, you were disappointed in yourself because you couldn't bring her back. Eye bags were starting to form beneath your eyes, many spell books sprawled out on your bedroom floor and you were basically overworked.

Luckily, Lucy understood the situation and sympathized with you, giving you her blood which was just enough to bring her back. Now all you needed was the ascendant and you were good to go.

Caroline, Stefan, Matt and Rebekah would often take turns to spend the night with you, making sure that you ate, bathed and at least had a few hours of sleep. Their hearts broke when they heard your endless nights of crying, wishing that god would send a sign to help you to in this desperate time of need in hopes of finding your girlfriend.

The vampires and human so desperately wished to soothe you but they couldn't, no matter what they say, it wasn't equivalent to bonnie's positive remarks. What could they even say? That, 'it would get better' , it wasn't going to get better if your bennett witch wasn't by your side.

There were times that you slept like a log, bonnie present in your dreams. Sometimes you would reach out to feel her – maybe just one tiny touch only would mean the world but you awoken to the thin air. When kai was abusing her in the prison world, she kept thinking of you for those 4 months. Dreaming to touch your body, attacking you with kisses and receiving your hugs that provided her with comfort.

All she was thinking about was you, which made her to stop herself from committing suicide - not like it would change anything. Bonnie prayed and prayed, hoping that you would come rescue her like some lady in shining armor.

Only you kept her going for those 4 horrible months. Only for you she was still struggling to survive but you gave her the strength to attack kai enough to leave a few bruises. Kai wasn't helping her either, he kept talking badly about you saying that you don't care enough about her or how she's never getting out of here.

He didn't even know that it was his favorite baby sister that he was trash talking about. His words of discouragement shot her down for a while but it arose back up when she knew that you wouldn't betray her because she knows that you truly love her.

Not for her being a witch and definitely not for her powers because underneath all of that was a human girl who went through so much at a young age. Bonnie Bennett deserved best and you always gave it to her, no matter the circumstance.

Your siblings, Josette, Olivia and Luke were worried about your mental health. They've never seen their baby sister so down like this.

Since your siblings couldn't take much of your depressed mood, they offered to help, just wanting to see their baby sister happy for once. They were all coupled up so they couldn't imagine losing their significant other in a prison world with their physcotic brother.

Who knew that kai would betray the family and kill most of you, he was your role model but now...he just scared you. Every good memory that you had with kai had turned to poison, growing up your with father, he had fueled your mind with hatred for your brother kai. You were used as a ploy to trap kai in the prison world, about the age between 2-4 years old.

Too be honest, kai didn't want to hurt or kill you because you saw the good in him but just like the rest of the family, you turned against him. You wanted to believe that Kai wouldn't do that but your younger siblings dead bodies proved that he was capable of killing his own blood.

You didn't even know who he was anymore, he was the one who taught you your first spell, spent the most time with you teaching you how to bake and cook.

Since the massacre in your family in 1994, you changed your name to [Name] Celeste Palmer and before it was [Name] Charlotte Parker. You still had a hint of your real name and you only told bonnie since you trusted her enough.

It was a blessed day when your sister found something that was actually useful to operation 'get bonnie back to her moody girlfriend'.

“[Name], I think I found something.” Your older sister, liv announced, making you get up fast and speedily running to her. Your other siblings gathered around as well, “I think the ascendant is fixed. We can bring bonnie back.”

Josette smiled at you, wiping the incoming tears from your eyes and placed a chaste kiss on your temple. That was the first time that they saw you smiled in months, and, god it truly was a sight.

Smiling in relief, knowing that your mourning days are over but it quickly fades away as you come in realization. You would have to visit kai there and your heart broke knowing that you would have to leave him there all over again.

Luke noticed your change in behavior and frowned at this, “[Name], what's wrong?”

“I have to face kai.” You spoke as your guts started to turn inside out at the thought of seeing your murderous brother.

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Passing The Torch - Niklaus x OC - Part 1

The Original Wife

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Klaus x OC (sorry) because isn't that why I started writing this blog

Kenaz has gone by many names, but one must never be spoken. Traveling, on the run, for centuries. But the past is always bound to repeat itself. 

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Life has always been pain. Followed by death and loss. Forever striving for the life she could never have. A life that was promised to her, taken away in blood. 

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The 10th Century, Mystic Falls

The name she was given as an infant was Kenaz, the literal translation of the word in her native tongue meant “torch”. Harnessing the flame for warmth. Her father had always called her his little flame. He said that in the darkest times, like when her mother died, that she led him back to the light. Her childhood was a happy one, or as happy as can be. The wars had ended, there was peace with the nearby werewolf clan, and her magic grew stronger by the day thanks to her teacher, Esther Mikaelson. The arrangement began with her father asking the leader of the Mikaelson clan, Mikael, if his daughter could be trained under his wife in exchange for his leather goods. Mikael accepted. 

In her time under Esther, Kenaz had grown to know the Mikaelson children. Finn, always quiet and stuck to his mother’s elbow. Elijah, so kind and headstrong. Kol, a witch like his mother, was her classmate under Esther. There was little Rebekah, who dreamed of finding a prince and living out a life of happiness. The youngest, Henrik, always following in his siblings’ wake. And then there was the boy in the middle, the one who had captivated her, who made her heart flutter in her chest. Niklaus was the middle child, his mother’s favorite and his father’s most despised. 

Nik was an artist, whether it was witling toys for his sister or painting on pieces of bark. With her knowledge of herbs and flowers in the area, she brought him what he needed. He would grind the plants with water to create a watered down paste for his paintings. 

By the time they were eighteen they had been married, a union that Mikael had called a blessing in disguise. He believed that since Niklaus had a wife, something to protect, that he would finally be a warrior. But there was never any pleasing Mikael. 

In the beginning, their lives were perfect. Their own house, a family beginning in just a few months time. But then came Tatia. 

Tatia had come to the village a widow and a mother. Though she was rarely seen with the child who was kept with their grandmother. When she arrived, the community including Kenaz had welcomed her. But perhaps she had been too welcoming. 

Her looks, her bewitching nature had not only captured steady Elijah’s heart, but soon enough, she had taken Niklaus away. 

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Mystic Falls, 1858

Kate was young, twenty-three by her looks, but eight hundred and eighty-one in truth. 

When Mr. Salvatore first hired her on as a governess for his two sons, he had asked for her story. She told him that her entire family, including her husband, had died of fever. She left for a better life of her own and only wished to teach children of the world. 

It had only been a few short months since Mr. Salvatore’s wife had died of an illness herself. Leaving his nineteen year old son, Damon, and ten year old son, Stefan, motherless and in need of a woman’s care. With a carefully placed charm, the job was hers. 

Stefan was a very sweet and kind little boy. He had a thirst for knowledge and a kind touch. A touch that Kate was more than happy to give. 

Damon was a fool-hardy boy with enough charm that if she were the girl she used to be, she would blush. Mr. Salvatore told her that Damon’s studies would be kept with him, but that didn’t stop her from teaching him humility, kindness, compassion. 

When she wasn’t working at the Salvatore manor, she spent her days in a sleepy cabin on the edge of town, drying herbs and keeping watch over the ruins of the village she had once called home. 

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Mystic Falls, 2009 

Kass had become the mysterious new teacher for a time until the next one rolled in. She was young, meaning every hormone ridden boy was in love, reminding her of a sweet boy from long ago. One she hadn’t been able to save. 

It was the start of a new school year after the summer had left the town in tragedy. The Gilberts had been killed in a car accident, leaving their daughter and son in the hands of their aunt. Of course, when she saw their daughter, she saw why their life was surrounded by tragedy. Another doppelgänger. 

One could only hope that it would end differently this time, different than the sadness that followed her. She needed to protect this one before he found her, if she could muster the courage to. 

The school day was just starting, meaning that it was the beginning of the new semester. Of course, this day was going to be the day that started the nightmare all over again. 

She saw the eyes that used to look up at her as she taught him the ways of the world, that looked on in wonder, green eyes, Stefan’s eyes. 

It was early morning, most of the students would still be outside. But he was walking around, backpack in one hand and a schedule in the other. 

“Stefan...” She whispered, he immediately looked up, looking like he was seeing a ghost. 

“Kate?” 

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Bloodlines

This is part 15 of Vampire Princess.

Fic Summary: Octavia and Damon bond at Bree's Bar

Damon Salvatore x OC Octavia

Warnings: None I think?

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Part 1 Part 14

I sat at the bar with Damon, us eating burgers and fries.

“Okay let's just say that me and my sister are descendants from Katherine. Does that make us part vampire?” I ask, looking at Damon.

“Vampires can’t procreate.” He says chewing, his gaze landing on mine.

“But we love to try.” He says smirking.

“Hush.” I say pushing him with my shoulder.

Smiling, he shakes his head.

“No, if you were related it means Katherine had a child before she was turned.”

“Elena thinks Stephan is using her to replace Katherine.”

“That’s kinda creepy if you ask me.”

“Yeah, but I get it.” I say eating my fries.

“Get what?”

“He gets a chance to see someone he loves again. Even if it’s not the same person. That’s why you hang out with me right? I got the same curls Katherine had. I look more like her.” I say looking at him.

I watch him wrinkle his brow and shake his head.

“No, you may look like her, but you don’t act or smell like her. You’re a different person.” He says eating another fry.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask watching him eat.

He nods, him chewing.

“How can you eat, if you are… ya know?”

“Dead?” He whispers looking around.

“It’s not such a bad word.”

“I was gonna say vampire.”

“Right.” He says chuckling.

“As long as I keep a healthy diet of blood in my system my body functions pretty normally.” He says eating another fry. His nose wrinkles up as he does it.

I can’t help but smile at how cute that looked.

“Elena keeps telling me this nice act is going to end soon."

“I thought we agreed to not listen to the evil big sister?” He says making me giggle by his new nickname for her.

“Yeah I guess you're right.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Here ya go hun.” Bree says coming up to us handing Damon a beer.

“I’ll have one too.” I say.

“What?” Damon says, looking at me.

“I didn’t peg you for a beer type of girl.”

“I didn’t peg you for the nice guy, we are getting me drunk and happy remember?” I ask looking up at him.

“There ya go.” Bree says handing me one.

“Thank you.” I say, taking it from her.

Damon holds out his own bottle towards me. I clank mine against his and take a drink wrinkling my face up at the bitter taste. I earn a laugh but ignore it.

I don’t know whose idea it was but after a while someone suggested taking shots. Correction: who could take shots the fastest.

“Ready?” Bree asks. Her, Damon and I are all having a shot. Along with a couple of other people in the bar joining in on our game.

“Go.” Bree says all of picking up the shot.

I down mine first doing a little wiggle as the warm liquid runs down my throat.

“That’s three.” I say holding three fingers up to Damon.

“Well I’m sorry I can’t unhinge my jaw like a snake to consume alcohol.” He says, wiping his chin off.

“Funny.” I say sticking my tongue out at him.

“Alright, who's next?” I ask looking around the bar.

“Another round Bree?”

“Honey, you should be on the floor.” The blonde lady next to me says.

“I’m not even drunk.” I say knowing my high tolerance was from months of drinking after my parents died.

“Alright here we go.” Bree says pouring us another round and walking over to serve the man who just walked in.

After a few more shots I asked Damon to go play pool with me, declining him needing to talk to Bree about something.

“You suck.” I say jumping from the bar stool.

“You know it.” He says winking at me.

“Eww.” I say wrinkling my nose up remembering the time he fed from me.

I walk over to the pool table and start to play when my phone starts to ring.

I grab it and answer it wishing I hastened when it’s Elena.

“Where are you?” She asks, sounding angry.

“Wait a second, it's really loud in here.” I say heading for the door.

“Jenna is worried about you and I’m not going to lie for you anymore.” She says, making me sigh.

I step out the door just to trip, making me fall and drop my phone.

I hiss in pain rubbing my shin as I pick up my phone.

“Hello?” I ask standing back up.

“Octavia where-.”

I jump when someone wraps their arms around me from behind covering my mouth, making me drop my phone. I try to fight and scream, the person dragging me with them. I bite their hand making the man yell and hit me in the back of the head everything going black.

I wake up tied to a large oil drum. No one in sight. I start to scream but stop when a man appears in front of me in a link. He is definitely a vampire.

“Don’t scream. I’m not going to hurt you. I just need you as bait. I’ll let you go as soon as I get what I want.” He says gently.

“What do you want?” I ask him, only earning a smirk.

“You’ll see.” He says diapering again.

Only moments pass before I hear footsteps. Damon coming around the corner of a building.

“Damon.” I cry out making him look up at me.

He doesn't get a chance to respond to the male vampire coming from nowhere and hitting Damon’s legs with a piece of wood, and starts hitting him over and over.

I try to wiggle from my ties realizing that I was barely tied down. I get free just as the man grabs a can of gas and starts pouring it on Damon.

“Stop!” I yelled running towards them having no idea what I could do to help but I was going to try.

The man turns towards me flashing his fangs, his eyes bloodshot daring me to come closer. It makes me stop in my tracks.

“Who are you?” Damon asks the man sounding out of breath from the man hitting him in the stomach.

“That’s perfect you have no idea.”

“What are you talking about? What did he do?” I ask, earning the man's attention.

“He killed my girlfriend.” He says, glaring at Damon.

“What did she do to you? What did she do huh!” He yells clearly upset.

“Nothing.” Damon says through labored breath.

“Wait, are we talking about Lexi?” Ask the man looking at me.

“Exactly. She went to visit Stephan and Damon killed her.” He says kicking Damon in the face.

“My sister said you were human. She turned you?” I ask, making him look at me.

“If you want to love someone forever, you have to live forever.” He says pulling matches from his pocket.

“She loved you!” I call out trying to stop him.

“I talked to Lexi. She was an amazing kind person, she wouldn’t want you to do this. If you love someone you don’t walk away from them.”

“Well lucky for you you won’t have to make that choice.” He says, glaring at me and turning back to Damon.

“Don’t! Please don’t hurt him.” I beg, shocked when my voice cracks.

“I’m doing you a favor.” He says lighting a match.

“You're not. You're really not. I’m begging you please don’t hurt him.”

“Please.” I say, him looking back at me. I feel a single tear run down my cheek.

He doesn't say anything, only turns to pick up Damon by his shirt. He throws him into the building making slam into the ground. I can hear him groan from where I stand telling me he’s still alive.

“Thank you.” I say, the man looking at me.

“It wasn’t for you.” He says, through his clenched jaw. Him taking off after that.

I quickly ran over to Damon bending down to help him up.

“Are you okay?” I ask, helping him stand.

“Not really.” He groans out.

“Come on, let's get you inside.” I say, him looking down at me.

“What?” I ask, him giving me a weird look.

He opens his mouth as if he is going to say something then shakes his head.

“Nothing. Let’s go to the car.” He says, walking.

By the time we reach the car he is walking on his own.

“Stay, here I’m going to tell Bree we are leaving.” He says zooming off.

I throw my hands up in the air at him walking off.

“It’s not like I was almost kidnapped or anything.” I mumble, getting into the car and shutting the door.

I only sat there for a moment or two, Damon coming back out.

“Everything okay?” I ask when he gets in the car, looking almost mad.

“Everything's fine. Now let's head home.” He says starting the car and heading towards the road.

“So why did you bring me with you?” I ask after a while of us driving.

“You're not the worst company in the world Octavia.” He says smiling at me.

“No really? Why? I didn’t help you do anything.”

“Well, you were laying there in the road all damsel in distress like and I knew it would piss off your sister which would piss off Stephan. Plus you're not the worst company in the word Octavia.”

“Everyone tells me I used to be more fun.”

“You did okay.”

“I did save your life.” I say smiling at him.

“I know.” He says lowering his brow.

“And don’t you forget it.” I say grinning.

“I’m sure you won’t let me.”

“You got that right.” I say, the both of us laughing.

Laying my head back on the seat I sigh, a smile on my face. Despite everything that happened I was happy.

[selmasemlan]

Be Mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I'm back with another part of this fic. I just can't stop

Warning: cute shish, none

Word count: 821

Series Masterlist

Be Mine

The summer air in New Orleans was thick with the scent of magnolias and the distant sound of jazz drifting through the streets. Luna and Marcel found themselves strolling along the banks of the Mississippi River, the setting sun casting a golden hue over the city. It had been a summer of adventures and unexpected moments, each day weaving them closer together.

As they walked hand in hand, Luna couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. Their friendship had blossomed into something deeper during their time together in New Orleans, and she wondered if Marcel felt the same way.

Marcel, ever perceptive, sensed Luna's quiet contemplation. He stopped by a wrought-iron bench overlooking the river, gently guiding her to sit beside him. Luna nestled close, the warmth of his presence comforting and familiar.

"You know," Marcel began softly, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "this summer has been... extraordinary."

Luna looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. "It really has," she agreed softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Marcel reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Luna's face. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together," he confessed, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Luna's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She searched his eyes, finding warmth and affection mirrored in their depths.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," Marcel continued, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness. "Luna, would you... would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The question hung in the air, filled with hope and vulnerability. Luna felt a rush of emotions—joy, excitement, and a deepening affection for the man before her. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the warm evening air.

"Yes, Marcel," Luna whispered, her voice barely above a murmur but filled with certainty. "I would love that."

Marcel's face broke into a wide, radiant smile, his relief evident. Without hesitation, he pulled Luna into his arms, holding her close as they savored the moment. Luna melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of unspoken words and uncharted promises between them.

They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft murmur of the river and the distant jazz music providing a gentle backdrop to their newfound happiness. Marcel twirled Luna playfully around, causing her to giggle uncontrollably, their laughter mingling with the music of the night.

Their laughter filled the air, and Marcel pulled Luna closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he murmured against her skin, his voice full of emotion.

Luna smiled, her heart swelling with love. "I think I might have an idea," she teased gently, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Marcel chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, the warmth of his lips a perfect match to the summer evening.

As they pulled back, Luna rested her head on Marcel's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "This feels like a dream," she said softly, her eyes closing as she relished the feeling of being so close to him.

Marcel kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "If it is, I never want to wake up," he replied, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the gentle sounds of the city around them. Eventually, Marcel stood, taking Luna's hand in his and leading her to a quiet spot by the water. The city lights reflected off the surface of the river, creating a magical, shimmering scene.

Marcel pulled Luna into another dance, their movements slow and intimate. "Dance with me," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Luna nodded, her heart full as they swayed together under the stars. Each step felt like a promise, a silent vow of the love they were just beginning to explore.

When the night grew darker, they finally made their way back to the bench, sitting close together as they watched the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. Marcel draped his arm around Luna's shoulders, pulling her into his side.

"I can't wait to see where this takes us," he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. "Me neither," she replied, her voice filled with hope and excitement.

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of New Orleans and the warmth of each other's embrace, Luna and Marcel knew they were embarking on a journey that would be filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. The summer had brought them together, and now, their hearts were intertwined, ready to face whatever the future held.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Coming Back Home

Part 2

Eclipse of the Heart

Tag list ( just ask to be added ) @melvia-ito @kmc1989 @tallrock35

Opening the backside door of my truck eyeing the objects laying in the seat in front of me. Yanking the zipper of my duffel bag open I sighed seeing wooden stakes, wooden arrows and some vervain darts inside of it. The only double life I have ever known.

"You cock the barrel like this, point at the heart and shoot." My mother explained to me by cocking a handgun in her hands right in front of me.

My father was watching my younger sister Caroline at home allowing her time to take me down to the firing range and no one would question because she was the town Sheriff. "Why isn't Caroline learning this too, mom?"

"Because she's far too young for it, Jaid." She answered my question tucking some loose strands behind my ear that had come out of my ponytail.

I nodded understanding her response. "Do I have to do this?"

"It's the only way I know you'll be able to protect yourself when I can't always be there." She said back to me offering out the handgun in her hands for me to take from her.

Sucking in a breath I picked it up feeling the cold metal touching my fingers. Wrapping my fingers completely around the gun I aimed it at the target down the range. "One…two…three." I muttered to myself doing my best to keep my eyes open when I fired it off.

"That's fairly good for your first time." The target paper came up with a push of a button so we could both see the end result. My mother grasped a hand on my shoulder when I lowered the gun looking at her, the small smile gone in an instant. "Now do it again and again until you don't miss."

Slinging the duffel bag over my shoulder I closed the truck door and headed up to our front door. Walking upstairs to my old bedroom I knew I had a whole backseat to unpack but it didn't matter right now. I couldn't stay at college knowing that our mother had probably already been teaching my sister about the supernatural like she did me.

I loved my mother, don't get me wrong. But the day I turned sixteen she decided to tell me the truth about what the council was hiding from the rest of the town. The truth that vampires still existed.

Stuffing the bag in my closet I heard someone coming so I slipped a small stake underneath my pant leg and a heart necklace with some vervain inside hanging around my neck. Shrugging a red leather jacket on I hid the jewelry underneath my shirt before someone entered my bedroom. "Jaid-o-raid, I can't believe you're home!"

"Care Bear!" I squealed, spinning around on my feet seeing my sister standing in the doorway. We both ran over to one another and embraced in a tight yet warm hug after being apart for so long.

She finally broke the hug holding onto my forearms. "I can't believe you're home. Wait, did I miss family weekend so you came all this way to see me?"

"No you didn't miss anything. I just felt that I needed to be home. Plus I've missed you bunches." I shrugged my shoulders through part of a lie. She didn't know that I was terrified that our mother had already turned her into a hunter.

She grinned brightly at me. "Well I'm glad you're home. And since you are, you should come to the back to school bonfire tonight."

"I technically don't think I'm allowed since I'm not in high school anymore."

My younger sister slightly rolled her eyes. "That doesn't matter. You're my sister. Plus they'll be booze and hot guys there."

"Hmm fine. But only for a little bit." I caved and she giggled before we spent a few hours before it would get dark and then we went out to the bone fire.

But this didn't last long and we ended up at the Grill for drinks. Caroline and Bonnie were sitting at one of the tables and I was sitting up at the bar sipping on a Bourbon.

"Are you sober yet?" The Bennett girl asked her friend.

My sister put her face in her hands. "No…why didn't he go for me?"

"Can I get another drink please?" I waved the bartender over with my empty drink cup before he came over and took it from me. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I eyed my sister who looked like she was about to cry again.

Bonnie pushed water across the table to her. "Keep drinking. I gotta get you home. I gotta get me home."

"Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?" Caroline laid her head down on the table having a pity party over the new guy Stefan Salvatore choosing one of her best friends over her.

Bonnie held her hands up in surrender. "I'm not touching that."

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And... Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and... I'm never the one." My sister runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

Bonnie sighed at her. "It's not a competition, Caroline."

Caroline sniffed through some tears "Yeah, it is."

"Keep the change." I put some cash on the bar top, finishing the second Bourbon that I had ordered and going over to my sister. Touching my sister's arm I tugged her up from the chair. "Hey, we should be getting home. Bonnie, can you take her home? I'll follow behind you and try to sober her up before our mom gets back."

She nodded, holding onto her friends arm walking out of the bar. "Sure."

Heading out the door the wind blew my hair in front of my eyes. I could feel someone was standing behind me where I reached inside of my jacket drawing out a smaller stake spinning around on my boots. "Back off, buddy." I snapped at the guy who had bright blue eyes and black hair from the looks of it under the light of the moon.

"Hmm you're the first human I've come across who was smarter enough to be armed." They guy smirked down at me shoving me against my truck passenger door.

I nearly dropped the wooden stake on the concrete staring into his eyes. "I'm not a typical human. I know what the hell you are."

"Then say it if you're not afraid." He teased me.

"Vampire." I muttered back to him.

He revealed his fangs and I saw black veins appearing underneath his eyes. "Too bad I'm going to kill you now." He bent his head to the side, fangs fully extended out now getting closer to my neck until I knee him in the crotch.

The vampire groaned and fell down on his knees giving me the opportunity to bolt and run away from him towards Bonnie's car but I couldn't find it meaning she must've already left. "Shit!"

"Shit is right, bitch." The guy forced himself to his feet causing me to spin on my toes to face him. I reached down towards the other stake in my boot but he sped towards me, throwing me down onto the parking lot ground.

I grunted squirming under his hands but he was much stronger than I was. He moved one hand underneath the back of my shirt, finding the sleep dart I had tucked away in there. "I think that's enough fight you for a while." His grip loosened as my eyes got heavy and I passed out on the concrete.

Blinking my eyes open I groaned, twisting my neck feeling sore from whatever I had been injected with. Beginning to look around the room all I could see was mostly darkness except for the dime light in the corner of the room. "You've got to be kidding me...urgh!" I attempted to get up off the stone floor but I got yanked down where I winced.

My wrists were bound to the ground with metal chains keeping me trapped. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs where I whipped my head around before a large metal door creaked open. "I would've thought you would have been an easier grab."

"Typically when someone gets abducted they do fight back. Now who the hell are you!"

The figure kept walking until they reached me. The first thing I noticed about him was his bright blue eyes. "Well don't worry in a few minutes you won't remember how we met."

"You can't compel me. I have vervain - where's my necklace!" I gasped looking down to see it wasn't around my neck anymore.

He lifted his hand to tilt my chin up. "I already figured that out. Now I noticed that you're hanging around with that other blonde. Who is she?"

"My sister. We're the sheriff's daughters." I answered his question when his eyes dilated and I cursed in my head that he had just compelled me.

He clicked his tongue, introducing himself. "I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you, hunter Forbes."

"I didn't ask for your name but thanks." I sarcastically remarked attempting to once again break free from the handcuffs. "Now if you're gonna kill me get on with it."

Damon moved one hand to the side of my face while his Raven black hair slightly fell in front of his eyes. "Oh I do plan on killing you. But not until you help me with something first."

"I'll never help you, vampire!" I bared my teeth snarling at him.

Damon held my face in his hands compelling me for the second time where I parted my mouth opened having no choice but to listen to him. "You'll want to help me. You'll not hate me. You will find me attractive and have me be your boyfriend." He released my face where I lowered my gaze to the stone floor beginning to feel something different going on about myself.

[decennia]

Do you have LGBTQ+ ocs and who are their love interests?

I have so many, most of whom haven't even been introduced yet. Here are my top seven favourites of the moment:

Name: Lynora Lannister

Orientation: Bisexual

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire, Robert's Rebellion

Love Interest: Jon Arryn, Rhaegar Targaryen, Ashara Dayne (endgame)

Fic: The Lion's Roar

Name: Beatrix Grisham

Orientation: Lesbian

Fandom: DC

Love Interest: Harley Quinn

Fic: Phantasmagoria

Name: Countess Orla

Orientation: Aro/Ace

Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events

Love Interest: her fashion empire

Fic: The Sinister Sister

Name: Faith Castellan (not officially introduced, FC: Lesley-Ann Brandt)

Orientation: Polyamorous Pansexual

Fandom: The VampireVerse ( x ) ( x )

Love Interest: Santanico Pandemonium, Damon Salvatore, Lestat de Lioncourt

Fic: The Sainted Sisters

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Name: Guinevere Chang

Orientation: Ace

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Love Interest: Percival Graves

Fic: Indomitum

Name: Wilbur Prewett (not officially introduced, FC: Sean Berdy)

Orientation: Gay

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Love Interest: Caden McLaggen (not officially introduced, FC: Dacre Montgomery)

Fic: Visions of Gideon; A Funeral March In Eight

Name: Ives McLaggen (not officially introduced, FC: Hunter Schafer)

Pronouns: she/her, they/them; transgender

Orientation: Heterosexual

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Love Interest: Dean Thomas

Fic: Ablaze; A Funeral March In Eight

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((Note: Ives has been in the making for several months now, and I have worked very closely with a trans friend of mine to create her. This is my biggest fuck you to J.K. Rowling, because for someone with such a wild imagination, it baffles me how that bitch can be so narrow minded. Transgender people + magic? A concept. How wondrous it could've been. Well, that's how it will be. If this offends you, please come speak to me. I'm always willing to listen, and I understand that the blessing of my friend does not equate to all of the trans community. Just know it is not my intention to cause offence. Creating Ives has proven to be quite cathartic for my friend, but if it brings harms to others, I will take immediate action. Stay strong, you are loved!))

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[tessasocs]

So I’m too burnt out to do proper intros or covers rn but here’s some OCs that I’ve been working on that I want to introduce!!

(They’re all for the TVD universe so that should give you an idea for where my hyperfixation is at rn)

Jenna Gilbert— Ethan Machado x OC, Elena’s oldest daughter, as far as they know, pretty normal human with some witchy powers that haven’t been unlocked yet. Attends Mystic Falls High. Becomes a sister figure to Hope.

Grayson Lockwood— Hope Mikaelson x OC. Tyler’s kid though no one knows with who. Werewolf but chooses to attend Mystic Falls High due to bad blood between his family and the Salvatores. Is eventually forced to attend the Salvatore School. Childhood friends with Jenna.

Ingrid Mikaelson (she’s back yo!)— Damon Salvatore x OC. Youngest Mikaelson, twin of Henrik. Siphoner witch. Heretic Vampire. Shows up in Mystic Falls to get revenge on Klaus and try and stop him from breaking the Hybrid Curse. Has Kai on speed dial but hates his guts.

Samantha Lockwood— Tyler’s Half-sister, although they don’t know it. Hasn’t triggered the werewolf gene yet. Trains with Alaric and Elena to work out her aggression. Childhood friends with Elena, Bonnie and Caroline. Potential Kol Mikaelson or Damon ship???

Cleo Bennett— Daughter of Ayana. Was given the immortality elixir which caused doppelgängers to appear as a consequence. Searching for the cure so she can join her mother in Peace and fulfill her debt to Rebekah.

Please feel free to ask about any of them!!

[harmonyverendez]

Six Feet Under - Damon & Stefan Salvatore x Female! Sister! Oc.

It has been year's since Madison has been in mystic falls. It was a small town, and everyone kept to themselves. It was amazing how many attacks and supernatural happen in the small town.

Right now. Madison was walking down the dark street. There was a peaceful silence. No cars, no juckies, nothing but pure silence.

And that was how she like it. She flips her long red hair over her shoulders, and saw a car pulling up next to her.

She got ready to attack, but the windows rolled down and a familiar head popped out.

" Madison Salvatore! What are you doing here?".

Madison laughs and opens the door and gets inside the car. She reached over and hugs her brother.

" Yes, I know I shouldn't be here. But I have to see you two. "

Stefan smiled at his sister. " Now let's go see Damon ".

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Madison steps inside the house, it all looked the same. Fancy couches, etc. Bar stand. Ugh, rich people.

" Stefan what the he-" The voice cuts off. And in front of her was Damon Salvatore, our oldest brother.

" Hello, Damon".

" Hello, Sister".

Madison runs over to him and embraces her brother. Damon chuckled. His humanity seems to shut back on. He kisses the top of the redhead teen heads.

The two pulls away, and Madison frowns. Something was different about Damon, she can tell.

" Damon, did you shut your Humanity off?" she hissed. Damon smirks and held up his hands " Guilty as charge ".

Stefan then walks close and stands between them. " I told everything he had done, has been a waste. But he doesn't listen. I brought you here, because maybe you can get through him. Since I can't ".

" Gladly ".

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Part 1.

[vanillawinston]

Remember| Chapter ONE

Summary:  Announced for dead Emma Salvatore was carried to her grave 1865, just to awake decades later without the memories of her last days being alive. After a fatal encounter she not only loses her heart to a certain vampire, but also gets closer to the hands of death again, clearly to the dislike of her beloved brothers. Trying to remember her own past, she comes up with the questions of what happened 1865, how she survived and what secret Kol Mikaelson is hiding from her?

Kol x OC (Emma Salvatore)

Warning for this chapter: angst

Words: 1017

Part 2 HERE

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It was a certain kind of art how Stefan Salvatore could enter a room and make every pair of eyes look just to him. Easily and with a certain elegance he moved through the salon, passed by all the women who couldn't look enough to the handsome, young men while he only smiled slightly in their direction, ignoring them otherwise completely. No one got his attention for long; he wasn't interested in getting to know any of them closer, but never lost once his polite attitude.

He had a curious look on his face, eyeing the room full of people where nothing could grab his attention. He didn't seem arrogant or shy with his behaviour, on the contrary. Everyone saw him as this friendly and kind-hearted men, thanks to his positive aura surrounding him, making him lovable, making him this kind and generous person.

I've always looked with jealous eyes to Stefan when he moved so easily in a room full of people, without having any troubles, without ever losing his posture or his friendly smile. I looked just as jealous as the other girls while observing him, and who wanted nothing more but his attention. They never got it though, never will, since he only had eyes for one girl only in the room. Me.

"My beloved sister." My smile grew bigger when Stefan finally found me in the crowd, walked right towards me with a much bigger smile on his own face now. When he reached me, he cupped my face softly, kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes.

"You took your time," I said reproachfully while he stretched his arm for me to tuck my arm into his.

"I had to finish reading Damon's letter. He is sending his regards and wrote that soon he will be back," he answered me apologetically, and I smiled brightly of this good news, but without Damon life here got boring. My oldest brother always had the talent to make everyone cheer up, to be, unlike Stefan, more unreasonable, and he had fewer inhibitions in talking with me about certain things. Damon had just like Stefan a special aura, everyone liked him, adored him, but of course except for this they were completely different from each other. Stefan was this kind and lovely man who would be the perfect gentleman for his future wife. Damon on the other hand was more dangerous, he was more adventurous, and to get closer to him was like dancing with the devil.

"I really hope he will come back soon, when he is back, there will be so much more excitement here," I said and followed Stefan out of the salon, where one of our father's famous balls was taking place.

"I hope so, too. Without him it isn't the same," Stefan said with a certain longing and opened the door, which lead to the garden. He opened it, and happily I breathed in the fresh, chilly air, woke up a little bit more and felt much better. The last few hours, when I was waiting for Stefan to show up, I was bored to death by all the other guests who had nothing interesting to talk about. It was always the same. The same people, the same chatter, the same boring life. It was exhausting, but with my brothers by my side it was more bearable.

"Well, without him you have less competition when it comes to all the beautiful ladies," I said amused and pulled him with me right to a white bench, my favourite place out here. It was hidden from the sun so that it couldn't bother me during the summer days. The bench also stood right in the middle of a little field of roses, my absolute favourite flowers, and the lovely smell of them helped me to smile even more brightly.

"Good thing that Damon and I never liked the same girl before. Our taste is too different," he laughed and sat down next to me, stretched himself a little bit, "The only girl we would ever fight about, will be you." I smiled from his words, wanted to answer something witty when it suddenly got so cold around us, which was weird, since it was a summer evening and just now it hadn't been this cold. I saw my own breath and shivering I crossed my arms in front of me, tried to warm me up when I realized with horror that I suddenly was wearing something completely different. I wasn't wearing my beautiful, white dress with a whiff of pink in it anymore, but now wore this rag of a dress which once were white, but now looked more greyish.

"Stefan..." I began, wanted to see if he also saw how different I was dressed, but when I looked at him, he was gone, just vanished. I was scared, completely scared, and now I wasn't just shaking out of coldness anymore, but this was strange, not normal, what was happening? All the roses around me were dried up and lay dead on the ground, nothing looked like before, and I was confused, thought I must dream a bad dream, but it all felt so real. It was real, and this scared me enormously, especially when suddenly everything turned dark, like all the lights went off, I only heard my own fastened breath and felt wood pressing on my back. Hard, foul wood, and this was when I realized that I wasn't standing anymore but lying on my back.

I wanted to stand up, to run away from here and this horror, but right in front of me in the darkness was also wood. Scared I touched everywhere I could, but I was surrounded by wood, was locked in a wooden cage, locked in some sort of chest, a big wooden chest a... casket.

Aloha :) This is the new version of my old story ‘Remember’. hope you liked it, if you like to be tagged again write me. Sorry for any grammar or editing mistakes, Gif is not mine xx