#The vampire Diaries

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Festive Frustration

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{Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} When a chaotic Mikaelson Christmas party threatens Elijah’s carefully curated elegance, it’s up to you to remind him that some messes are worth embracing.

♡♡Happy Fluffmas♡♡

839 words - Warnings: flufffff, holiday party chaos, frustrated Elijah, spiked drinks, Klaus-induced pandemonium && soft dances under twinkling lights...

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You could tell Elijah was upset. His jaw was tight, and he kept flicking his cufflinks, a sure sign that he was done with the chaos around him. The Mikaelson Christmas party, which started as a refined and intimate event, had spiraled into something else entirely.

The decorations, once perfect, were either being knocked over or trampled on. The music had gone from Christmas classics to the tasteless modern ones you knew he disliked. To top it all off, someone had spilled wine on the rug, and Elijah’s patience was hanging on by a thread.

He stood by the Christmas tree, his shoulders stiff, glaring at a woman who nearly knocked over a tray of glasses.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t let him stew in his frustration all night. He needed a drink and a distraction. Preferably one that involved you.

Grabbing a glass of whiskey from the bar, you wove through the crowd toward him. His face softened slightly when he saw you, though his frustration was still obvious.

“Hello, my love,” he greeted, his voice warm but strained.

“I thought you might need this,” you said, handing him the glass.

He took it, downing the drink in one go. You winced as his grip tightened around the glass, wondering if he’d accidentally shatter it.

“Thank you,” he murmured, setting the empty glass on a nearby table and running a hand through his hair.

You glanced around the room. The noise was deafening, and the elegant ambiance Elijah had worked so hard to create was long gone. “This isn’t quite what you had in mind, huh?”

Elijah’s lips twitched, though it wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s mayhem,” he muttered. His eyes followed Kol, who was enthusiastically encouraging two guests to drink from the now-spiked punch bowl.

“It’s not that bad,” you said, trying to sound optimistic. “At least people are having fun.”

“If this is your idea of fun, I fear we have very different definitions of the word,” he replied dryly.

You laughed softly, but before you could respond, a loud burst of laughter and squeals erupted from the dance floor. Both of you turned toward the commotion to see Klaus spinning two blondes in opposite directions while a third clung to him, laughing uncontrollably.

Klaus was in his element, his face lit with mischief as he orchestrated the chaos. The women stumbled, colliding into other dancers, who then spilled their drinks, creating even more pandemonium.

“Of course,” Elijah muttered under his breath.

One of the blondes, clearly emboldened by alcohol, attempted to climb onto Klaus’s back. He caught her effortlessly, grinning like the devil himself as he twirled her around, nearly taking out a nearby couple.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “He’s having a great time.”

“At my expense,” Elijah muttered.

The music changed to an obnoxiously loud dance remix of Jingle Bells and Klaus raised his arms triumphantly, shouting, “Now this is a party!” The room erupted in cheers, as though Klaus himself had blessed the event.

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot believe I share blood with that man.”

“Come on,” you said, tugging on Elijah’s sleeve. “You can’t let Klaus have all the fun.”

Elijah hesitated, glancing at the crowded dance floor, then back at you. “I’m not sure that’s the solution.”

“It is,” you insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the crowd.

Reluctantly, he followed. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch made your cheeks warm, and you smiled up at him as you began to sway.

“I don’t recall half these people being on the guest list,” he muttered, his gaze scanning the room.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Rebekah might’ve invited... a few extras.”

His brow furrowed. “This was supposed to be a refined event, not-”

“A disaster?” you teased.

Elijah sighed, though his lips curved into a small smile. “Something like that.”

“I think Kol has spiked more than just the eggnog,” you added, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

Elijah scoffed. “Of course he did.”

You rested your head against his chest, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay, Elijah. You can’t control everything. You did a great job planning this.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but you felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You always know how to calm me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You smiled, looking up at him. “It’s a talent.”

As the two of you swayed under the twinkling lights, the chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background. For a moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Thank you,” Elijah said, his dark eyes meeting yours. “For reminding me what truly matters.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Elijah.”

And just like that, the party didn’t feel like a disaster anymore.

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Bath Time | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Why was there a very wet, very naked Damon Salvatore in your bathtub? And how were you going to sneak him out?

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Angst

Word count: <1k

“You're so hot,” your date murmured, leaning in to kiss you on your bed. This was your first date since your boyfriend Damon died six months ago.

“I need to shower,” you said. “Before we… get down to it.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom. "I don't even like him, Damon…” you whispered, kissing Damon’s daylight ring. But I have to move on.”

Just then, you realised the bath was full of hot water. Freaky - you had no memory of filling it.

You stripped, sank into the bath and shut your eyes.

Then, you got the strangest feeling.

It felt like Damon was in the bath with you.

You could feel his hard chest under your back. You could feel his fingers playing up your arm.

It was like those Sunday afternoon baths you would take with Damon, giggling when he soaped your chest a little too much.

You gasped as you felt a cool kiss on the side of your neck. Damon had been obsessed with your neck, attacking it till the skin was sore.

“Are you okay?” Rohan, your date, called.

“Ten minutes!” you yelled back.

Were you going crazy? If you were, you didn't care. This was the closest you'd felt to Damon in months.

You shifted in the tub, and you imagined Damon grasping the sides of the tub with his strong arms to steady you. You were used to hearing a clink as his daylight ring tapped the side of the bathtub.

CLINK.

You heard the noise - just as if Damon was here. That was impossible.

Stepping out of the tub, you wrapped Damon’s black shirt around your soapy body. You looked in the bathroom mirror.

Your heart stopped.

Damon was standing behind you in your reflection.

Damon was in his black shirt, with three buttons open. His hair was that jet-black nightmare that no amount of gel could tame. And he was smiling like you were the only girl in the world.

You began to sob. You spun around, but Damon wasn't behind you - you could only see him in the mirror.

“Shh, don't cry!” Damon said. “I didn't come back to make you sad.”

“Are you real, or am I going crazy?” you said.

Damon made a silly thinking face. “I’m on the Other Side, so I'm definitely real. You might be crazy, though. You’ve eaten pancakes every morning for six months. That's not exactly normal.”

“Shut up,” you sobbed. “Why are you here?”

In the mirror, Damon’s hands ran down your waist… your butt… Then he squeezed your bare thighs naughtily.

“Reason 1. You look so hot in my shirt,” he said. “Reason 2 is because that man **wants to have sex with my girlfriend. So, I need to shove his you-know-what in a meat grinder.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Damon!” you said. “You told me to move on…”

Damon groaned. “That's just something you say! I didn't actually mean it, you numbskull!” His lip curled. “Rohan is way too old for you. And did you see his car? It's a Fiat 500. My girlfriend is not riding in that clown buggy.”

You weren't sure if you should laugh or cry.

“That car gives small sausage energy,” he whispered into your ear.

You laughed “Whereas your Chevy gives…?”

“Immense wiener,” Damon said. “I'm talking the Empire State Building.”

You laughed, then felt sad again. “I don't even want to date again,” you said. “I sleep in your shirt every night. But I'm so lonely.” You sighed. “I wish I could touch you.”

Damon paused. Then, he said, “You can.”

Suddenly, you could feel his arms circling you, strong and real. You turned around, and saw Damon there, in the flesh.

You kissed him till you couldn't breathe. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he spun you around with a groan.

“I'm so sorry!” you said, touching your forehead to his. “I gave up on you in six months. I'm a terrible person.”

“I know I should be okay with you moving on,” Damon said. “But I'm a bad guy, Y/n. I want you all to myself.”

He pushed you into the hot bath. Then, he stepped into the water fully clothed, his body hovering over yours. Jewels of water hung off his dark eyelashes.

Damon’s hands grasped both sides of the tub, trapping you. “The bad guy in me…” he murmured, “wants to tell you to never touch another guy.” His arms were tensed. “I want to tell you to cry for me forever.”

Damon leaned back. “But I can't be a bad guy with you, Y/n. So, go do hanky panky with Rohan. Just don't enjoy it too much.”

“I'll get rid of Rohan,” you said. “But how are you touching me?” Your heart thumped. “I know how spells work, Damon. There's always a price.”

“Ahh…” Damon said. “You got me. The reason I can touch you is because I’m leaving the Other Side. In a few moments, I'll be gone forever.” He gestured at the ceiling. “Into the white wishy-woo. At peace.”

“No!” you said, digging your nails into his back. “Why would you do that?”

He kissed you, his lips moulding against yours again and again. You felt dizzy.

“Because kissing you is so worth it,” he said, his voice **breaking off into a whisper.

He smirked. “Sorry about Rohan, by the way. I think I made him mad.”

And just like that, Damon disappeared.

You were alone in the cold bath. You got dressed and went into the bedroom.

“I can't do this,” you told Rohan.

He stood up. “I figured.”

That was when you realised what Damon had done to Rohan’s car. The car had three words keyed into it. “SMALL DICK BASTARD.”

You laughed all the way home.

Damon Salvatore, you thought. How am I ever getting over you?

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Nothing but facts. Go argue with a wall

[alivia-riddle]

Would anyone be interested in hearing about my TVD DR? I have a crazy backstory and I just love talking about my TVD DR.

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I think about this all the time in the era where we all recognize the existence of sorry record deals and bad movie contracts, but do people understand this even happened and continues to happen?

L J Smith (creator of The Vampire Diaries books) Fired From Writing the Rest of the Series

One of my friends (who wants to remain anonymous) who consistently writes to L. J. Smith about The Vampire Diaries series recently wrote her a letter complimenting her on the book Midnight that was released in Australia. LJ’s response turned out to be way more than my friend ever thought it would be:

“Thank you for writing me such a beautiful, kind email. Yes, I think epic is the word for the love Elena and Damon have for each other in Midnight. I mean, she completely destroys a moon for his sake. I wrote a lot about Damon and Elena—and Bonnie and Damon, too—to show that Damon is finally discovering his deepest feelings. In the case of Elena, they amount to three simple words that makes Stefan think that Elena no longer loves him. He thinks that she simply wants to be with Damon now—and after all she does, it’s hard to blame him.

But authors don’t go free of consequences. This is still confidential, but In my case, the consequence is that I have been fired from writing the Vampire Diaries.

Keep reading

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Kai Parker once said:

He's talking about Bonnie of course

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Kol: How did you find me?

Elijah: I heard a giant explosion and thought, "Who could that be?"

[queenbonniebennett]

My babies😊

*cries in bisexual*

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A Kiss for Christmas

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{Kol Mikaelson x Reader} Kol Mikaelson’s relentless mistletoe mischief is driving you mad... but this Christmas, you’re determined to win the game he started...

♡♡ Happy Fluffmas!!!! ♡♡

820 words {omg a short fic for once} - Warnings: flufffff, banter, mistletoe shenanigans and Kol being Kol...

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Kol Mikaelson was insufferable.

That thought had crossed your mind a dozen times already today. It wasn’t unusual, of course…Kol had a knack for pushing your buttons, but this time he’d outdone himself. He’d found a sprig of mistletoe somewhere in the sprawling Mikaelson estate, and now he was making it everyone’s problem.

Specifically, yours.

You were headed towards the kitchen, hoping for a quiet moment to grab some cocoa, but there he was, leaning against the doorway with that unmistakable smirk. Above his head, held precariously between two fingers, was the offending greenery.

“Fancy meeting you here, darling,” he said, his tone dripping with faux surprise. “What a coincidence that we are standing under some mistletoe. Care to indulge me?”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “You’ll have to do better than that, Kol.”

He tsked, feigning disappointment as he followed you to the counter. “Oh, come now. It’s tradition. You wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas, would you?”

“I’ll take my chances,” you replied, focusing on pouring your drink.

Kol sighed dramatically, like you’d broken his heart. “You wound me, love. Truly.”

You ignored him, though your traitorous heart was racing. There was something about the way Kol teased you, the way he always seemed to be waiting for a reaction. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating.

You refused to give him the satisfaction.

But Kol wasn’t one to give up easily.

The next time you saw him, he was lounging on the couch in the living room, twirling the mistletoe between his fingers. You barely made it two steps into the room before he stood up, crossing the distance between you in a blur of vampiric speed.

“There you are,” he said, grinning as he dangled the mistletoe over your head.

“Kol,” you warned, stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll enjoy it?” he teased, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.

You snatched the mistletoe out of his hand and threw it onto the coffee table. “Stop it.”

Kol only laughed, entirely unbothered. “Admit it, darling. You’re tempted.”

“I’m tempted to stake you,” you muttered, retreating before he could see the heat rising in your cheeks.

Over the next few hours, Kol’s antics escalated. He started appearing out of nowhere, holding the mistletoe above you, leaving you flustered and irritated. You’d turn a corner, and there he’d be, leaning casually against the wall, mistletoe in hand.

And then he took it a step further.

You reached into your pocket to grab your phone and froze when your fingers brushed something unfamiliar. Pulling it out, you found the mistletoe, its tiny berries mocking you.

Your frustration boiled over. Clutching the mistletoe, you stormed through the halls in search of Kol. You found him lounging in the library, an innocent expression plastered across his face as he flipped through a book.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up with mock surprise. “Darling! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You held up the mistletoe. “Explain this.”

Kol’s smirk widened. “Why, I’ve no idea how that got there. Perhaps it’s fate telling you something?”

“Is sneaking mistletoe into my pocket your idea of fate now?” you snapped.

Kol closed the book and stood, strolling toward you with deliberate slowness. “Perhaps I put it there…” He trailed off, tilting his head as though deep in thought. Then, with exaggerated delight, he gasped. “Or maybe it was one of Santa’s elves! Tricky little devils, aren’t they?”

Your blood boiled, your heart racing faster with every word. “Are you serious right now?”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, you have some mistletoe. Is this your way of asking for a kiss?”

His tone was playful, but the smug look on his face was unbearable. He clearly thought he had the upper hand, and you were done letting him have it.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

Before he could say another word, you stormed across the room, grabbing him by the collar. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, you kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was every ounce of frustration you’d felt all day wrapped into one bold, heated kiss.

When you pulled back, Kol’s expression was priceless. His smirk was gone, replaced by wide eyes and parted lips. He blinked, his hand brushing his lips as though trying to process what just happened. For the first time all day, he was completely speechless.

“Happy now?” you asked, tossing the mistletoe at him.

A slow grin spread across his face, and he let out a soft laugh. “You’ve just made Christmas my favorite holiday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in return. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he replied, his usual confidence returning as he leaned in and captured your lips in another kiss. This one was softer, deliberate, and left your knees weak.

Maybe you did.

[louisbxne]

black vampires + witches

akasha, queen of the damned (2002)

louis & claudia, interview with the vampire (2022-)

tara thorton, true blood (2008-2014)

blade, blade (1998)

marcel gerard, the originals (2013-2018)

sarah fox, my babysitter's a vampire (2011-2012)

alex & camryn, twitches (2005)

rochelle zimmerman, the craft (1996)

bonnie bennett, the vampire diaries (2009-2017)

vincent griffith, the originals (2013-2018)

marie laveau, american horror story (2011-)

macy vaughn, charmed (2018-2022)

[ordinarysparkplug]

telling a vampire "youre not allowed in my house anymore" and they get blasted out through the nearest wall

[j2000dean-blog]

I am so in lust with Nina!😍 Ever since Vampire Diaries!🧛‍♀️

(binged all seasons on Netflix a couple of years ago; wasn’t familiar with the show)

I almost didn’t want to keep watching seasons 7&8 because she wasn’t on. I was hoping she would return. Silly me, I never read up on the Internet about the show and how it would turn out so I wouldn’t spoil my experience!

Nina is so hot! 👅

Adored her in Love Hard! Can never get enough of Nina!🤩

[colmiillo]

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing