#elena gets orbed

[annie-sins]

Happy 666 Blimp😈

[zombholic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — rebekah mikaelson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dragonsoulage]

Reno as a kpop-idol ~ headcanon

Hello world, currently I just had an idea. Like I am a metal girly but hey other genres are cool too. And it's all my besties fault that I kinda went obsessed over Yeonjun, because he remind me so hard to Reno. So here we are having a small kpop-idol Reno headcanon, have fun🌚✨

Warnings: fluff, and in the end a little suggestive

- kpopidol!Reno, who would be just so damn pretty, like the girl, the outfits, the hair, the attitude. He ate it up

-kpopidol!Reno, who is a solo artist, is doing his own songs

- kpopidol!Reno, who his fans are thirsting over him, and he knows he is fine—more than fine, actually. Always messing around

- kpopidol!Reno, who seems a little lost sometimes but he got sass in interviews, and that flirty attitude. Fan-made edits are always showing how dorky and confused he looks during questions.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is cocky, although he needs to try to keep that down when he is on display, at least this is what his manager Rude says.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is eating up every choreo like it would be nothing, is a master at improvising some moves

-kpopidol!Reno, who is getting on the nerves of his manager Rude because he wants to do a collab with another idol Rufus, whose manager is Tseng. "Come on, you know that could make an ass of money. Fans would be literally crying, and believe me, I have seen that."

- kpopidol!Reno, who adores you, you were his cute little stylist. You were also the stylist of another K-pop artist duo. The duo was called "sweet & spicy," and the members were the girls Elena and Cissnei

-kpopidol!Reno, who always gives you a flirty line that makes you blush. "Oh, there she is, that cute style queen. So what do we have in store today? Mind to sit on my lap when tying my tie?" And for sure, he gives you a wink.

- kpopidol!Reno, who knows, you were that cute and nervous kind of person with that small giggle because you couldn't help yourself. "You won't wear a tie today, so it's not necessary."

-kpopidol!Reno, who always is searching eye contact with you while you moved around trying to select what would fit him today for the show. Beautiful turquoise orbs following your every movement and always that smug grin on his face

-kpopidol!Reno, who was such a handsome man, was an absolute eye catcher as an idol. And the fans screamed for him below the stage. Although he enjoyed the attention, it was you who he was interested in

- kpopidol!Reno, who waited for you to give him all his clothes. You waited for him to change, but well, for his shirt, he extra changed right in the same room as you. Abs flexing while he pulled down his shirt, his strong chest...you tried to look away, but you couldn't

-kpopidol!Reno, who is messing with you "Are we staring, darling?" Reno asked before he flashed you a toothy grin. Setting his goggles on top of his head for what he was so known for

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows when he sees you panic a little and hide your face behind your hair. "Never would do... do that. Don't you need to go on the stage by now?" You tried to distract it.

-kpopidol!Reno, who is trying to be a little soft with you, "Just messing a little, sweetheart." he was flirty, yes, but he tried to be not too forward at all with you. Since you were a little shy in his presence.

- kpopidol!Reno, who comes to you before the show starts, just to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Watch me, closley, yeah? Want you to enjoy the show."

-kpopidol!Reno, who is turning back to you shortly before, he needs to go on stage. Leaning close, making the kabedon move, is what makes you so weak in the knees. "And after that, you let me invite you to dinner, yeah? No need to answer; I know we are going."

-kpopidol!Reno, who was hyping up the crowd even more when he entered the stage with such an entrance song and dance.

-kpopidol!Reno, who makes extra little moves to flash his abs or stick out his tongue, he is sexy but a little silly. All girls are just yelling for more.

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows that he probably will be trending in TikTok with all the edits that will be made when he flashed his sweaty abs in a dance choreo.

-kpopidol!Reno, who sometimes watches you out of the corner of his eyes because you stood right in the backstage area next to the mainstage watching his show intently

-Kpopidol!Reno, who winks at you so shortly when he does a spin with a cocky grin, making you feel all kinds of butterflies in the tummy

-kpopidol!Reno, who runs to you between a small break, you already had a bottle of water in your hand, just like his assistant, but well, he likes you far more. Who grabs the bottle from your hand so your fingers would be brushing? "Enjoying it, pretty? Nearly seems like you can't take off your eyes,  hm."

- kpopidol!Reno who saw you nodded sweetly. Not even denying you watched indeed every move. "You doing great. And the outfit I choose fits really well." You answered

-kpopidol!Reno, who chuckled shortly and tilted up your chin. "Anything you choose for me fits. Like you fit me, right? Don't forget the dinner, baby." But before you could answer, he already went to the rest of the show

- kpopidol!Reno, who always was flirty but only had eyes for you. Stealing kisses in the private area with you when no one was watching. "Reno, someone could be walking in. " You mumbled between the kisses, but he didn't even give you a chance to think, instead pulling you closer against him and gently biting your lip. "Calm downy babygirl, no one's going to find out." Before he explored your mouth with his tongue again

- kpopidol!Reno, who tells Rude about you. "You can't be serious? You know that cannot be published. You always would need to be on your toes. What about her?" Rude was kind of complaining, although he could understand that Reno fell for you; after all, you were so sweet.

-kpopidol!Reno, who had a secret relationship with you, everything private. "Well, she is my stylist. No one will know a thing. I just turned to... really like her. After all, she is a shy little thing, so it's not like she ever would make a public appearance even when we could."

-kpopidol!Reno, who lets you watch when he is learning a new choreo, needs an opinion, if he looks hot. Of course he does; he just wants praise from his girl

-kpopidol!Reno, who always tells you how much he loves you because he always acted cocky and flirty, it was expected from him as this kind of idol. But he never wants to make you sad with this.

-kpopidol!Reno, who got the best looks simply because of your skill in style and fashion, especially for the music video shoots

-kpopidol!Reno, who would raise an eyebrow when he finally makes a collab with the other idol Rufus, and you styled both of them. "Sweet girl." Rufus remarked shortly when you disappeared to get some other stuff.

-kpopidol!Reno, who tried not to show his jealous side; after all, you just had eyes for him.

-kpopidol!Reno, who always calls for you during the shoot. Just to be kind of territorial. "Hey there, pretty. Think my jaket is a little lost here? Can you fix?"

-kpopidol!Reno, who literally decided to ravish you in the backstage area in his changing room, after the shoot was done. It was a little risky, but he was always was a risky guy, wasn't he?

-kpopidol!Reno, who coos at you. "Good girl, all my fucking good girl, that's right, ya?" While he is thrusting hard to rearrange your insides. With your cute noises muffled against his shoulder.

-kpopidol!Reno, whose eyes widen when he hears the door, and it is gladly just Rude. "For heavens sake, can't you keep your dick inside your pants until you are home?" Rude cursing but immeditly left

-kpopidol!Reno, who simply has a good career and life because you were there to make it even better. Your pretty boy 💖

[empanadaaaaaaa]

I ALSO FORGOT TO POST THE EPILOGUE VERSION OF MY SELFSHIP FUCKKKKKK

these are also from last year and only posted on fb.

After Ele's international studies ended, she had to go back to her country and Pete would be left on his own until 11 years later. Ele grows up to study toxicology and gets offered a job in New York, so she packs her stuff and leaves the country to establish a new life.

Her first week passes by and she decides to take a little trip to an aquarium to calm her nerves. She bought her tickets and took a little walk until she's left paralized, staring in awe at the huge shark tank of different species, until some guy approaches and taps her on her shoulder.

— "Ey', sweetheart. You wanna be in a movie?"

Ele turned around and saw a shorter guy standing. His tone seemed familiar, but Ele couldn't really notice a lot of his face since it's hidden by a hoodie and a cap, until he lifted his face and showed a toothy grin and some eyebrow raises. Those facial features quickly snapped on her mind and asked him:

—"Do I know you?"

which the guy responded with a "Just call me Pete". The brunette's eyes widened a bit and the last name that she had forgotten for years was about to quickly burst out her throat.

— "DiNunzio?"

Pete's grin was brushed off his face, a little nervous since nobody had a stranger adress him by his last name. He looked directly at the woman's dark orbs and, with a little quiver on his voice, he asked:

— "How do you know my name?".

Ele was surpised an old friend of her didn't quite remember her, maybe because she's not wearing those hippie clothes? Or her straightened hair?

—"How come you don't remember me? It's me! Elena! The girl who had her community service at the library?"

She got worried for Pete, explaining about her time, back when she was 16 and studying at Eltingville. The memory quickly got Pete to her ground, his beady white eyes getting bigger after seeing an old friend.

—"No fuckin' shit, you??!!"

He almost shouted, amused by her change of looks.

—"You look... different. Not that you look bad or anythin', you look pretty. Dat's it."

Pete was straightforward, honest with her, way different when he used to be a violent young man. The both of them remained still, standing beside eachother and now looking at the shark tank.

—"So, wat'chu working for? What brought you 'ere?"

Pete broke the silence, curious about how Ele has been through the years. He put his calloused hands in his pockets, keeping one mako shark in movement in his eyes.

—"I finished senior year back in Colombia. I graduated, went to college, studied pharmacology, toxicology, all that stuff. And I got a job offer when I graduated, but I had to move here in America. The offer said it pays well, so I'll get enough to live."

Ele calmly answered, satisfied about how far she's gone. She then inhaled and dared to ask the same question, a little curious about getting asked to participate in a movie.

—"And you, DiNunzio? What have you been up to? Are you in a movie crew, hiring actors in the wild?"

—"Well, yeah! That's sort of a part of what I do. I worked for my dad for a good time until I started workin' for cons and then at Chiller. But I met this one guy at a party, talkin' about horror porn, that shit I used to watch. That guy had a crew, specialized in doin' those movies and shit, and so I got hired at Sick Mofo. If you wanna watch some then come call me."

Pete reached his pocket and gave Ele a card contianing the information of Sick Mofo Productions, it's website and phone number. Something like a business card.

—"Interesting, you kept going with your horror stuff , I'm impressed. You doing good in there?"

Ele kept the card under the shirt's little pocket on the chest area, giving Pete a little warm smile.

—"It's awesome in there, at least for me. Lotsa chicks doin' the good stuff and havin' fun! Sight for sore eyes if ya tell me, sugar."

Pete flashed his confident, toothy grin to his friend, letting out a chuckle.

—"I'm glad we got to meet eachother again."

Elena stretched out her arm to give a friendly handshake. She had her manicure done perfectly, the tone of red that matched her skin like blood. Pete's cheeks tinted into a little red and reached out to shake her hand, illuminated by the blue of the water tank.

did this one today. the probability for these two (US) to get married is about a 50%. not because they're so in love with eachother (friend w benefits) but because their respective families are disappointed that they're both single and need to construct a family or whatever.

("me marrying my friend on my 30's after neither of us got a partner")

[ashenlavellan]

DA:Veilguard Development Questions - Lucretia Elena Mercar - BEWARE OF SPOILERS

Felt like answering these questions after randomly scrolling and @brownsolas' post showed up on my feed with these questions!

Where in Thedas is Rook from?

Lucretia was born and raised in Tevinter - her biological father, who is an unnamed Magister, is Tevene. Her mother was initially a traveling minstrel, before being captured from slave-traders and escaped nearly three years after [9:23 Dragon]. She is from Starkhaven.

What is Rook's alignment?

Lucretia is chaotic good; it's obvious during the confrontation within Weisshaupt as she takes control from the First Warden by decking him in the face. However, this had saved the lives of many Wardens and saved them from senseless deaths.

What is their race and subclass?

She is an elf and her class/sub-class is a mage and she's proficient as an evoker.

If Rook was a companion, where could they be found?

Lucretia would have been found within Dock Town due to her ties with the Shadow Dragons and how she's a useful member with her endurance and background - having been adopted into a militaristic family.

What emotion did they usually express in conversations?

She's best described as a "glass half-full" type of person, which was quite unusual considering her background and who she usually associates with in the Shadow Dragons.

[It's been described as quite refreshing, but has also been a double-edged sword for her.]

What companion(s) are they platonically close with?

Lucretia's closest (platonic) relationship would have to be tied between Bellara and Harding - she thoroughly enjoys talking about inventions and arcana topics with Bellara, but she loves spending time with Harding and listening to the stories of the Inquisition.

What companion are they romantically involved with?

She fell hard for the sleep-deprived Crow that is posted up within the pantry of the Lighthouse - Lucanis Dellamorte. [She's also accepting of the fact of the demon, Spite, who also inhabits his body.]

Lucretia, however, is initially hesitant to express her interest in him due to the fact that he's been held in captivity for an entire year and doesn't want to pressure him.

Who are they suspicious of?

Honestly, she was extremely suspicious of Illario Dellamorte - Lucanis' cousin, who had taken over during his disappearance. She kept these thoughts to herself until events occurred where his allegiance was questioned.

She purposely kept it to herself because she didn't think she had the right to voice her opinions on matters that involved Lucanis' family. Especially when they were growing close...

Does Rook get along with their chosen faction?

Lucretia has worked once or twice with the Viper before the events of Veilguard and has her utmost respect since they conversed outside of heists and missions - she's also worked once or twice with Tarquin, but not enough to form a full-blown opinion. She was acquainted with a few others, as well as a few of the Threads.

She had only heard of Neve beforehand; she knew that the mage was efficient and reliable, considering that she knew that Neve Gallus was a detective who wasn't easily swayed with someone's bullshit.

Is Rook proficient with playing any instruments?

As the child of a former minstrel, Lucretia had been taught to play quite a few instruments, but only expressed intrigue when it came to learning how to play the piano. However, it wasn't enough for Lucretia to want to pursue it - it's a mere hobby and very few people have heard her play.

Weapon of choice?

Lucretia was taught close-quarters combat with daggers before her magic manifested, so she's most comfortable with fighting close-quarters with a mage-knife and an orb. However, if she needs to keep distance from certain targets, then she'll use her staff.

What is Rook's orientation?

Lucretia is demi-bisexual; she's only explored relationships with those she's close with beforehand and has expressed interest in both men and women.

What is Rook's thoughts on killing? Necessary evil or take pleasure in it?

For most of her life, Lucretia has killed members of the Venatori and hardly has an issue with taking their lives since they're wretched beings who took the lives of others. She expresses remorse, however, if it's any innocent bystanders that get caught in the cross-fire.

What hobbies does Rook have?

Lucretia takes great delight in reading novels, preferably romance and fantasy novels - she had read Varric's novels prior to meeting him; she was fourteen yrs. old when the copies of "Tale of the Champion" had been published in 9:37 Dragon. Then, she was twenty-one yrs. old when she read the "Tales of the Inquisition's Agents" in 9:44 Dragon.

What NPCs did they like? Dislike?

She enjoys spending time and getting to work alongside Teia and Viago after meeting them in Treviso - their obvious interest in each other thoroughly amuses her as well. She absolutely adores Evka and Antoine - she loves speaking with them and working with them as well!

She was quite irritated with how easily the First Warden got on her nerves and destroyed her sense of calm with his antagonistic attitude towards her. She expresses subtle disinterest in Illario, however, since she feels as if something is off with him once Lucanis has returned.

Do they have a favorite creature throughout all of Thedas?

It's griffons - Assan, specifically. Duh.

Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

Absolutely. If it weren't for the events of the Veilguard, she would have never had the opportunity to travel outside of the borders of Tevinter! In fact, she got to visit the country she always wished to go to - Antiva! [She absolutely adores Treviso!]

What would Rook be doing if they hadn't been recruited by Varric?

If things went as they did and the companions involved were still present, without her involvement, Lucretia would have offered all of her strength to them and would take down Venatori agents and spies throughout Minrathous. She would report her findings directly to Neve, if she was working alongside Varric.

After all, she's still a Shadow Dragon.

How do you think Rook will meet their end?

Lucretia is aware that life as a Shadow Dragon could mean any day could be their last and she's come to terms with that - however, this changes quite a bit once her and Lucanis become involved. All she can do is hope that she can live for as long as possible, so long as she's at Lucanis' side.

If anything, Lucretia would likely meet her demise should Lucanis' life be viciously taken before her - especially if she's a witness to his death. She nearly succumbed to her helplessness and sorrow when she thought Lucanis lost his life during their assault on Ghilan'nain.

Would Rook side with Solas, or be against him?

Honestly, she would be torn - she'd want to fight alongside him outside of the Fade against Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan, but she's strongly against dooming the world by tearing down the Veil.

She can see why Inquisitor Juniper Lavellan-Rutherford wishes to save her dearest friend from himself and from subjecting all of Thedas to something so terrifying.

What is Rook's favorite ability?

She mostly uses chain-lightning against heavily-armored targets, but she'll also use frozen nova if any rogues try to sneak up on her. This makes them prime targets for her allies as they're frozen in place.

What languages is Rook fluent with?

Lucretia learned the common-trade language due to her formal education that she received from her adoptive family, the Mercar's, but had also taught her Tevene as well.

However, she's learning Antivan on a more... intimate level, thanks to Lucanis.

What will they do after the crisis?

Lucretia is hopeful to reunite with her family and to make sure that they're alright - she hopes that her mother not only meets, but approves of her relationship with Lucanis. She's not sure what else she hopes for afterwards, as long as she can remain at Lucanis' side...

Does Rook believe in the afterlife?

Yes. She sincerely hopes that those she's lost, whether a fellow Shadow Dragon or a slave she attempted to save, are at peace in the afterlife and have found happiness.

She doesn't necessarily believe in any religion in particular, however. Just that there has to be some form of an afterlife.

What specialization best represents Rook?

Evoker, all the way. Lucretia's proficiency with elemental magic is astronomical and the way she can handle electricity and frost is quite deadly. However, she leans more towards the former as Neve Gallus is much more skilled in the latter than she is.

What animal best represents Rook?

Although not her favorite animal, acquaintances have best described her to be like a tiger; she's confident in her abilities/strengths, and she is very swift when it comes to solving problems around her.

However, her favorite animal is actually halla - there was a hand-drawn sketch of what one looked like when she was a child and she described it to be the most ethereal creature she had ever seen.

What was their life like before the events of the Veilguard?

Lucretia was used to spending her days either resting within her apartment, using sending crystals to speak with her cousins (Anastasia and Irene), or she'd busy herself with taking down Venatori slavers and rescuing slaves. It became like a routine for Lucretia...

If a different faction were chosen, which one would Rook be in?

Out of all of the factions, besides Shadow Dragons, she might have joined the Antivan Crows if she could use her skills to take down corrupt politicians, mages, and other figure-heads. However, she'd probably be a little resistant with certain contracts when she could practically do what she wants within the Shadow Dragons since there are targets everywhere in Minrathous.

What's your favorite thing about Rook?

Honestly, it may come across as shallow - her appearance. With most of my beloved characters, each of them went through a small phase where I made minor adjustments to their appearances.... but Lucretia?

My hands immediately weaved the image hidden within my mind as to how I pictured my beloved Rook - then, suddenly, Lucretia Elena Mercar was born! ^.^

[roserotten]

new year's kiss / for az

Send me 🫦 to have a New year's kiss at midnight.

tattooed fingers tap against the steering wheel of his all black rolls royce, irritation swirling his mind and body. late. he was so fucking late to the party @doesoftwill never forgive him, it was after all their first ever new years together after becoming wed— finally getting along. it was a rocky start, her pretty brown orbs stared daggers at him for months. ( it wasn't his fault, not entirely. ) azriel throws another text message to her, forever apologizing. his foot hit's the gas a little harder, running multiple red lights. call him crazy, azriel will there for her, he can't stomach letting her down. the curly haired male ignores all the stares he gets for his shit parking, taking the stairs three at a time, checking his watch he had five minutes. when he finally arrives to the party, he's practically pushing people away from him in those that wish to greet him with goal in mind. elena. his sweet elena, who was leaning against the counter laughing with a friend. two large hands reach for her cheeks, "i'm sorry i'm late." he whispers to her first before he pulls her into a heated searing kiss.

[lieutenant-amuel]

2, 4, 17

I suppose you’re asking it for the writer ask game, so I’ll pretend I’m right.

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Both? I mean, I have a vague idea for many chapters ahead and it gets more developed as I write.

For example, I knew since the beginning that Gabe would go to Tepet Muul in the fifteenth chapter of WBTL, but the scene where he finds the orb of questions was added only in the last stages of writing when I already started translating it. If I didn’t start writing this chapter, I probably wouldn't come up with this idea.

Another example is the latest chapter. Valerio and Matías were supposed to talk about Emilio at home, but instead Valerio invited Matías to the equestrian show which was one of the main storylines of that chapter. Again, if I didn’t start writing, there would be no equestrian show.

And if I remember I've written something else besides WBTL, I took the same approach for my Gabe and Francisco fic. Its entire structure (including Francisco taking care of the bushes, Gabe and Higgins having a fencing battle, and Gabe and Francisco's conversation) was planned ahead, but the core part of the fic aka the rose symbolism was added only during the writing process. I had no idea how I would make Francisco convince Gabe to teach Elena.

I cannot write with an absolutely empty head. But if I have a vague idea of one scene I want to include in the fic/next chapter, even if it’s extremely primitive, there’s a high chance of me developing it into entire concept.

I don’t write with a detailed plan yet my head is not totally empty either, so something in between, I suppose.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

In my head? I rarely get inspired by any specific pieces of media because I’m simply not familiar with many and I prefer not to take inspiration from my own life experience, although the more I write, the more I notice I actually do it a lot, even if it’s rather subconscious.

I often get ideas out of thin air and cannot explain where they come from, even if they make a lot of sense and help me to fix many plot holes.

Some of those ideas are scout Gabe, Valerio and Emilio’s friendship, Emilio’s characterization in general, the hideout storyline which is basically the main one of the entire fic, and some others I cannot share now, since they contain major spoilers. When I get those ideas, I always think about them deeper and try to explain to myself why they make sense. This is just how my brain works, I suppose.

Anyway, if we’re being less vague, when it comes to Gabe, most of my ideas for him are inspired by canon. I analyze him a lot and have many, many headcanons for him, so it’s quite simple to write and develop his arc.

Sometimes I also find inspiration after rewatching EoA. Sometimes after chatting with my friends and reading reviews from the readers. My main writing project is a multi-chaptered fic, so I often get inspired by my own writing and develop more minor ideas I already have into something bigger. I never seek for inspiration, it just falls on me.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I… wait. I admit I used to be a more flexible writer who could write with no inspiration at all (not always, though). I would often force myself to write because I wanted to write but couldn’t. But it’s gotten quite difficult for me to do it in the past year. I suppose this is because of my life that’s gotten extremely busy in general and a lack of enthusiasm from the readers that wasn’t that noticeable to me until I got severely tired.

As I said, I rarely get inspired by the books, movies, TV shows, and so on, so it doesn’t really help me to fight my writer’s block or whatever I can call it. I just wait for the right moment when I feel like writing. I’m not prone to procrastination and if I want to do something, I (almost) always do it right away. When I get this urge for writing, I’ll write over five thousand words in one day and I’m not even joking.

Thank you for the ask!

Writer Ask Game in case anyone else is interested.

[chaos-cousins]

[A video is embedded.

The camera points to a crumbling tower made of stone.

Ren, holding the camera, spoke. "Okay, so the Odd Keystone looks like it would fit perfectly in here. Third Eye tells me that they're connected, too. So we're going to muck around and find out."

Ren's hand, the burn scars visible on the top, grabs the Odd Keystone and places it in the tower.

"...Nothing's happening," Elena's voice noted.

There was a long silence.

Hibiya snickered, then spoke in a high-pitched voice. "Ya-ha-ha!"

Elena and Ren began to laugh hysterically before they did a high-pitched "Ya-ha-ha!" themselves.

"I don't get it," Dawn said, confused.

"It's an inside joke, it's hard to explain."

"Okay, but a korok should be in there!"

"What's a korok?"

"The inside joke."

"You guys are weird."

"I guess nothing is going to happen. Let's move on." Ren took the camera and pointed it at the floor, about to turn it off.

"Yulaaah!" An unfamiliar voice cried.

"That wasn't you, was it, Ren?"

"Why'd you assume it was me—OH SHIT"

Ren pointed the camera at the stone tower, where a purple fog began to escape the Odd Keystone. The fog gained a green face and several green orbs floating around its face.

"What. Is. That."

"Pull out your Pokédex!"

"I am! It needs more info!"

"I've got a better idea!"

A Pokéball flew at the unknown Pokémon, which it entered, and remained caught.

"HOW."

"Because I'm better than you. I'm going to name it Lilac!"

"Who said you'd get to name it?! I was the one who put it in the thing! I think it should be named Legion!"

"That's a stupid name!"

"No! It isn't! Besides, Lilac doesn't fit it at all!"

"Guys! Just ask it which one it prefers."

Ren sighed and swiveled the camera to the Pokémon. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Y̴o̴u̸ ̵k̸n̵o̵w̸,�� ̴w̴e̸ ̸d̷o̵n̵'̴t̸ ̷r̴e̵a̶l̸l̶y̴ ̷c̶a̴r̸e̴.̴ ̵T̶h̵e̷r̵e̸'̴s̵ ̷1̷0̷8̷ ̶o̸f̷ ̸u̷s̶.̷ ̶W̸e̷ ̵a̷l̴l̴ ̷h̶a̶v̷e̶ ̸d̴i̶f̸f̵e̵r̶e̸n̸t̷ ̵n̵a̸m̵e̴s̴.̴"

"Oh, it talks."

"Didn't really solve anything, did it."

"Nope."

The video ends there.]

[megraen]

Chapter 11 - The Edge Of Regret

“Why did you save me…?” She mumbled in between sniffles, her head craning further into his chest. Rafe’s attention snapped to her, his thumb pausing in its movements. He could have easily used Samuel to find Avery’s treasure without her. Still, in a split second, he’d watched her go over the edge; being dragged by her brother had filled him with a dread Rafe hadn’t felt in years, not since he had to escape from that Panama prison all those years ago with Samuel and Nathan.  Rafe gritted his jaw as he embraced her tighter. “You would assist me better than Samuel ever would.” He excused. It was a lie more to himself than for her benefit. “You don’t wish for me to die in a horribly painful manner, unlike him.” Sara pulled away from his embrace, his arm going slack around her. She looked up at him, her green orbs shining through red puffy eyes. It was a sight that made his stomach lurch in an unsettling manner, in more ways than one. His face was grim as he stared down at her, trying to remain emotionless and not give anything away. “Do you need…a moment?” Sara glanced away as she thought until her eyes trained back on him. She shook her head. “No, let's just get this over with.” Her tone was bitter, overly obvious that she just wanted to find the treasure and leave. Sara was done with Avery and his pirates, done with this adventure, and utterly done with Samuel. She knew that she’d have to break the news to Elena when she returned home, something she feared doing. Sara and Elena had become close, even more so than sisters-in-law, and for that, Sara knew that the news of Nathan’s passing would break her, even after the fight that had broken out between the married couple due to Samuel’s interference. Her hands dropped from his chest as his left her head and back, but he still reached out to grab her hand with his as she moved to follow after Nadine. Sara paused, looking back over her shoulder at him, seeing his expression. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

[mrofontaine]

He can only save one: Elena or Theo

Olivier pursed his lips, sitting back in his chair with that look in his eyes; he knew the answer. ''Elaina.'' He admitted, instantly casting his azure orbs to the floor, gnawing on his bottom lip. He loved Théo. They'd been mending that broken friendship, and now he finally thought they might potentially one day get back what they'd lost. But Elaina was everything to Olivier. ''Always her.''

[queenofstelena]

Murder One

Summary: What if Elena said she had no romantic feelings towards Damon. What would have happened?

Notes: it's a little cheesey and not exactly realistic but it's still sweet! :)

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Damon Salvatore, and Bonnie Bennett (Mentioned)

Warning(s): None just fluff!

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you enjoy <3

"Hey," Elena says walking into Stefan's room.

"Hey." Stefan flashed a small smile as he looked down at the stake.

"You haven't said much since you got back home." Elena said, standing by the door frame.

"I'll be a ball of sunshine once Damon gets Alaric's stake back. Promise." Elena scoffs, looking towards the side.

"You really scared me today. If you went up against Klaus alone. You know that, right?" She walks towards him with her hands in her pocket.

"Mmm." "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." Stefan looked over to the side and then back at her.

"Why?" Elena questioned raising her eyebrow.

"Because he's not worth it. All that time and energy that I've wasted on hating him. It was for nothing. it's done. it's over, we lost. I'm right back where I started." He looked down as he said that.

"That's not true. Yeah, Klaus dragged you through hell. But you came out the other side. You beat him by being better than him." Elena walk toward him as she tried to convince him he was better and more compassionate than Klaus.

"And what did I lose in the process?" Elena knew he meant her, but she also knew she never lost hope and it was worth it in the end. Stefan got up from his bed and move to Elena, meeting her gaze.

"Look hating Klaus was easy. It allowed me to ignore everything that was happening around me. Everything that I let slip away. Now I have to deal with that."

"Stefan..."

"No, just admit it. Admit it to me, Elena. I know you don't owe it to me, but I just need to hear you say it."

"I-I can't because it's not true. Stefan...I never stopped loving you."

"I know that. I know you didn't. Even though I did... everything possible to push you away. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I mean, this was all my fault." Stefan turned around looking at his bed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you're also in love with Damon." He turned around as he said this, looking at Elena carefully.

"What? No Stefan, I was just-" She was cut off as Stefan continued to say.

"Hey, I love you. I will always love you. I just want you to look me in the eye and tell me...that you don't feel something for him." Stefan said coming closer he was inches from her face. He then cupped her face softly rubbing her cheeks.

"I don't since the moment I've met you I haven't. It felt like love at first sight... Damon is a great friend but I don't love him. And I don't feel the same way towards him as I do for you. I love you. I always have and I always will. You know I wouldn't give up on you I didn't before and I haven't now. Elena said, looking into his green orbs. Stefan smiled, he looked into her brown orbs as well and they both leaned into a soft and passionate kiss.

"Uh, finally!" Damon started dramatically as he leaned on the door frame. he walts towards the pair and says "I was hoping the flirting and that kiss would make you jealous and get somewhat of emotion-stirring" Stefan stared hard at Damon as he walked back in a circle and then faced the pair with a smirk starting to form on his pale face.

Don't worry brother, I'm not interested I got another girl for me." Damon said smirking with a devilish grin.

Elena was holding onto Stefan's shoulder, she looked down pondering, and then like a lightbulb, she realized Damon meant Bonnie.

"You like Bonnie!" Elena said in realization.

"Your smart, I'll see you two love birds around! Damon said waving as he turned around heading down the stairs."

"And Damon..." Elena trailed off.

"Yes, Elena?" He asked innocently, but with a sly smile as he turned to look over his shoulder.

"If you hurt her I will come for you, got it," Elena said with venom almost malice in her voice. Stefan and Damon had never seen her like this before. As she said those words that Sly smile was whipped off his face and his complexion looked comparable to a ghost.

"Umm... Yes of course!" Damon said in his normal voice with a tinge of fear and with a fake smile trying his best not to show any ounce of scarce.

"Good," Elena said with a quick smile as she completely changed her tone and expression. Damon walked down the stairs, heading for the Bennett house to ask a certain witch a very special question.

"How does a walk sound, Lena?" Stefan asked holding her hand. "Perfect," Elena said smiling as they headed downstairs and outside.

[justjessame]

Light Through the Darkness: Chapter 48

Damon was in a foul mood, not lessened by the clean up waiting for him in the kitchen following the dinner he’d created for Abigail. As he cleaned, he wondered where it had gone wrong, where HE’D gone wrong, since he was certain he’d made some wrong turn. It wasn’t finally giving in, he felt sure of that, as he scrubbed the pans with enough force to worry that he might punch through the metal. She’d practically demanded he keep going. No, Abigail Morgan wanted what happened as much as he had.

His eyes snapped shut, the bright blue orbs going dark in an instant, as he remembered the rush of it. Feeling her skin against his, the bareness, the smoothness. But it wasn’t the memory of how her pulse raced alongside his, or how her warmth almost burned him that forced his eyes closed, it was how she’d tasted. Not just the intimate flavor of HER, but of her BLOOD. He’d bitten her, his teeth breaking through her skin as if she were nothing more than a ripe peach, and that was the wrong turn. It had to be. Even if she’d asked him to, even if she tempted him like Eve with the apple, he should have shown restraint. Instead he proved that he was nothing more than the monster she expected him to be.

Abigail, in her hotel alone with Cat once Ric left later in the evening, was making a list of the things that she would need for her new home. A flash of a memory from long ago, a time past, a voice from before - Sallie’s bustling around her, breathless and excited for a new adventure, free of the burden of the Salvatore mansion. A piercing pain of grief, knowing that it was because of her, of their connection, that Sallie died such a horrible death would never be easy to understand.

Shaking off the chill of death long past, she went back to her list, the chirp of a message coming through on her phone cutting in as she added another trivial item she’d seen in passing during her walk home. Looking down she sighed.

Damon. He’d given her almost a full day, perhaps that was something of a marked record, but given that she had nothing to go on, she couldn’t say. His message was simply asking for her to let him know if she was alright. Tapping out a quick affirmative, she hit send and went back to her list, but the urgency was gone.

To say it didn’t hurt, knowing that her parents were wrong, that she was wrong about Damon’s place in her life and heart, would be a lie. It cut deeper than she wanted to admit or allow, but having spent over a hundred years locked in her own mind, in a house with nothing, with no one, had taught her at least one thing - and that was that she shouldn’t hold it in. The pain, the grief, the anguish of it.

Her phone rang and she glanced at it, the same number that the message came in from, Damon. If she heard his voice, Abi knew, she’d break. She’d crumble and she’d let him soothe her ruffled feathers and convince her to let him see her, touch her. Damon’s voice was the first weapon in his armory, his eyes the second, and the rest of him was his arsenal. Letting the phone ring, letting it go to voicemail - was difficult, one of the most difficult things she’d done since waking. Almost as hard as sliding out of his embrace and dressing in silence while he slept, slipping out of his house, and walking away. Her sanity and pride demanded it. Just like it demanded this. Damon Salvatore wanted Katherine Pierce OR Elena Gilbert. And while he thought he could make due with Abigail Morgan, she couldn’t live with being the second - or third - choice.

The chirp came, telling her he’d left a message, but she swiped it aside. Not now. Not yet.

It didn’t take nearly as long as it could have to move. While Abigail and Ric worked to get her settled in her new house, Founder’s Day festivities continued in full force around them. It was inevitable that Abi would bump into more descendents of those she’d known in her past life, and so it happened when Ric insisted on a celebratory dinner at the Grille.

They’d taken a table tucked away in a corner, and Abigail was happy to note that she barely noticed the cacophony that was rampant in every public place she found herself in. While they waited for their starters, a pinched looking woman, oozing with the type of welcoming that reminded Abi of those women who had once told her how to deal with a philandering husband, approached.

“You must be Abigail Morgan,” the woman offered, a smile so firmly affixed that Abi wondered if she’d had surgical aid - she’d seen ads on the television for so many things. “I’m Carol Lockwood, the mayor’s wife.” Ah, hence the not quite sincere kindness. “It’s not everyday that a member of a founding family returns to Mystic Falls.”

Abigail smiled, far less fake than Mrs. Lockwood and offered her hand. “Yes, well, I’ve heard stories of my family’s roots for so long, how could I not come see for myself?” The other woman took her hand and nodded, eyes scrutinizing Abi’s words for flaws, lies, or any other loopholes. “And since I’m the last of the family -” Always make it awkward by bringing up orphanhood, Abi thought, silently thanking - of all people - Katherine Pierce.

Carol Lockwood looked chastened. “Oh, I didn’t realize -” Taking her hand back, her smile became far more kind. “The founding families all take part in the festivities during Founders’ Day, since you’re new, at least know you’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back. “If I weren’t up to my elbows in boxes and decorating, I’d be more amenable, perhaps.”

“I think you could take a break for the pageant at least,” Ric cut in, causing both women to remember he was present. “Caroline is a contestant.”

Abigail sighed. “She won’t take it well if I miss it, I suspect.” Both Mrs. Lockwood and Ric chuckled to prove her suspicion correct. “And what is the dress for this particular event?”

Damon wasn’t feeling particularly calm, nor was he feeling particularly warm and fuzzy toward the world at large. Abigail had returned exactly ONE text. One. Calls went to voicemail and then nothing. Not a peep. He hadn’t seen her, which was a feat of epic proportions in a town the size of Mystic Falls, but with the Founders’ Day crap going on all over, along with a tomb full of vampires that Pearl was TRYING to domesticate, well maybe that wasn’t such an epic wonder after all.

He was on edge, and adding to the mix was his darling little brother slinking around sneaking sips of blood bags, while Elena played worrywart in the not so background. If he could just figure out how to sit down with Abi and TALK about it, but how?

The pageant was coming closer, Caroline was being as confident as a head cheerleader could be in a beauty pageant. Elena was hoping it would occupy Stefan enough to keep him clean - good luck with all those Happy Meals just bouncing around in evening dresses. And Damon just couldn’t fight the feeling that it was going to be a turning point, a catalyst for everything, and he hoped it was a good one.

Abigail’s eye caught on the dress as she was making her way along the street to finalize the paint colors for the guest rooms. Since she didn’t know many people, she put those rooms off for last, deeming the rooms she actually lived in more important.

Carol Lockwood had told her that the pageant audience should wear formal day wear, whatever that meant. The dress, the fabric, it was like nothing Abigail had ever worn before, even considering the first dress that Damon had brought her. Entering the boutique, one she’d been a somewhat frequent visitor in the short time she’d been awake and among the living, she was drawn to the dress, ignoring the other patrons and even the shop’s owner.

“Abigail Morgan?” The voice pulled her free of the gown’s hold, a voice from the depths of her history and when she looked up, eyes meeting Pearl’s she recalled Damon’s search for Katherine and instead of finding his lost love, finding a tomb filled with her cohorts. “Abigail, you haven’t -” her voice was a breath, careful so no one else in the small shop could hear them. “Anna told me, but seeing you -” disbelief, as if she were seeing a ghost.

“Yes, it is a bit difficult to believe, isn’t it?” Abi studied the other woman, searching for the same coldness she’d found so easily in Katherine, but felt none of it. Pearl still felt safe to her, no undercurrent of danger, at least not to Abigail, no stench of death and destruction. Her face hadn’t hovered like a ominous cloud, keeping sleep from Abigail, warning of doom. “You’re well?”

Pearl’s lips curled into a natural smile. “You truly haven’t changed a bit.” Teasing, but also happiness that at least some things haven’t changed in the intervening years. Then again, Abigail had been as much a prisoner as Pearl. “Abigail Morgan, always so very interested in those around her.” She shook her head, but her smile held. “Yes, I’m well, as is Anna.” Her eyes moved to the gown that had held Abigail’s attention until she diverted it. “This is quite different from what you’d have worn once upon a time.”

The burn of a blush creeped along her cheeks even as her eyes slid back to the gown. “I’m more than aware of how indecent it looks, but there’s -”

“I’m only teasing,” Pearl assured her, putting a kind hand out on the still younger woman’s arm. “You’ll look lovely in it, Abigail, I’m certain.”

“It is gorgeous, isn’t it?” She sounded wistful, so different from how she’d sounded when she found the last dress she’d picked for another event at the Lockwood’s. “I think I will buy it, if they have my size, that is.”

They had Abigail’s size, and shoes to match, along with hair accessories and a handbag. Pearl promised to tell Anna that Abigail sent her best, and they parted, Abi continuing on her way to the painters’, Pearl onto her own errand with John Gilbert. Perhaps, Abigail thought, as she finished her errands and ended up back at home, things were finally settling into normalcy.

[pkmn-spira]

Estrella Lawrence

A Gym Leader located in Seafoam Town of Solus Isle, known for having turned said Isle into a well-known tourist spot. Unrivaled in terms of elegance.

About

Age: 25

D.O.B: August 16

Height: 6'0"

Birthplace: Seafoam Town, Solus Isle, Spira Region

Biography

Despite being born in Solus Isle, Estrella spent her childhood living in the Unova Region for the better part of her life, though at some point she had decided upon herself to return to the Spira Region. Upon her return to Solus Isle, what immediately hit her was the difference in culture between the Spira Region, as well as the Unova region. Hence, she spent her time traveling the Spira Region in order to be able to familiarize herself to her birthplace, but to also be up to speed on recent happenings on the region up to this point.

Seeing that Solus Isle was one of those that took a good hit due to the previous Team Andromeda's doing, she decided to put her efforts into helping the people of Seafoam Town recover. Along with fellow Gym Leader, Elena's help, Estrella was able to eventually get the people of her hometown back to her feet.

Aditionally she also became the Gym Leader of said town, after the previous one had stepped down from their position. This then paved the way to her on then helping on transforming most of Solus Isle into a tourist spot, while also preserving a sizable portion of the island as safe haven for the Pokémon that lived there as well.

Pokémon Team (Gym Leader)

On a normal Gym Battle Involving Trainers, Estrella uses at least 4 Pokémon out of her main 6:

Lapras

Held Item: Nevermeltice

Ability: Water Absorb

Known Moves: Freeze-dry, Hydro Pump, Ice Beam, Hidden Power (Fire)

Gyarados

Held Item: Life Orb

Ability: Moxie

Known Moves: Dragon Dance, Waterfall, Earthquake, Ice Fang

Kingdra

Held Item: Scope Lens

Ability: Sniper

Known Moves: Draco Meteor, Surf, Hydro Pump, Ice Beam

Milotic

Held Item: Leftovers

Ability: Marvel Scale

Known Moves: Scald, Recover, Toxic, Ice Beam

Pokémon Team (Serious)

When battling stronger Trainers from other regions, or when situations get dire that puts the Spira Region at risk, Estrella uses the above Pokémon, followed by two more, thus completing a whole team of 6:

Empoleon

Held Item: Mystic Water

Ability: Torrent

Known Moves: Scald, Ice Beam, Aqua Jet, Protect

Swampert

Held Item: Swampertite

Ability: Damp / Swift Swim (Mega)

Known Moves: Waterfall, Earthquake, Ice Punch, Superpower

Public vs Private Knowledge

Public:

-Current Gym Leader of Seafoam Town of Solus Isle

-Transformed Solus Isle into a tourist spot, with the help of Adamantine Town's Gym Leader, Elena Beaumont, via a joint endeavor called the Solus Restoration and Beautification Project some time after the crisis Team Andromeda had caused. This not only helped Seafoam Town back to its feet, but also the entirety of Solus Isle itself

-Formerly a Beauty Trainer during her time in Unova

-Owner of the Grand Solus Hotel

Private:

-Left Opelucid City of Unova some time after Team Plasma's attack

-Had a fling with Claudia Laurent, Gym Leader of Drakehold Castle, for quite some time

[reno-the-himbo-turk]

Reno gave the nurse a dark glare at her trying to tell him what he couldn't do. Storming up to her soon as she tried to tell him Kawai isn't here Reno looked at her eyes cold as he shouted at her loud enough for all of medical to hear. "No shit Sherlock. Heidegger just told me and Rufus fucking Shinra personally that that asshole doctor wanted him fucking dead and made a deal for it to happen. So you're going to tell me where that doctor is or I will tear though this entire medical wing myself as he is wanted for treason and at this moment attempted murder." Rude kept himself occupied with the healing but at Eli's words about the others following orders he sighed a bit. "Whelp I hope you all are prepared for dishonorable discharge best case or worst case death." He offered as the orb did what all it could. With that out of the way he pocketed the belt before shifting and scooping the other up. "He's going to need medical attention. Probably lost a lot of blood, and even then the Materia can only do so much. You need to come with me i'll get us there faster. As for the rest of these idiots they can go back to Shinra and await their fate. We're maybe 30 minutes out by chopper. As for that phone keep her on the line as she'll be able to walk you through using Materia again if it's needed since you can't fly." Elena was still on the other end of the phone and she listened making mental notes. Pulling it away for a moment she looked at Jou and spoke faintly so the other wouldn't hear her. "Rude has him, apparently someone was trying to help your brother whilst the rest were under orders to let him pass..... When we get to medical i'm going to collect some trusted doctors and some blood bags and meet them on the roof. He says they're maybe a half hour out."

Elena carefully wriggled into the shirt which managed to stop just above her knees thankful she’s gotten oversized stuff a while ago. “If you’re sure then yeah i’ll nap a bit heads killing me.” Elena offered softly before kissing him back with a faint smile. She gave him a awkward hug before she shifted carefully laying down and curling up under a blanket. “Might be a bit awkward if ya didn’t love me.” Reno teased with a shit eating grin as there was a knock on the door. Untangling himself he went and answered it collecting three large meat lovers pizza’s that he brought in and set on the coffee table. “Well thats the tricky thing. We told Tseng and he’s looking into it because whoever it was well they were sloppy.” Used your credentials, but used them after we had left the building. So he’s pulling tape, We have it on record though that Lena’s doctor went off on that male doctor though said that because he was so careless her condition was really bad. So maybe he leaked it from there but there was other things.“

[bellarkeselection]

Hi could you do a damon short were he here's about a glibert wedding thinking it is y/n geting married . And he shows up at her house beging her not to get married cuz he loves her so much . And then he finds out its elena geting married ?

The Other Gilbert

"Damon, what are you talking about I'm not the one getting married. My sister Elena is to your brother remember?" Resting my hands on my hips it takes everything in me to not start cracking up in laughter at the vampires stunned face. He stands in the doorway like a deer in the headlights until he shook his head pulling him from his frozen trance. "So there's not another guy trying to sweep you off your feet?" He asked looking me up and down slightly confused still. Dropping my arms at my sides I smiled towards him waving him inside with my right hand. "No Damon its just you. Now come inside and kiss me why don't you." Hearing those words he vamped sped over picking me up in his arms crashing his lips onto mine instantly.

@rosie-posie08 @elenavampire21

Someone banging on the front wakes me from the nap I was having on the living room couch. It was rare that I get to have a rest since me and my sister are basically related to this magical bloodline it's all too much to take sometimes. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I opened the front door seeing Damon leaning in the door. Eyes locked tightly onto me with a look of determination in the blue orbs. "Y/n, I heard a Gilbert is getting married but you can't...you can't because I am hopelessly in love with you. So much that I can't imagine my life without you in it. So don't marry whoever the weak guy is, marry me." He rests his hands up since their was the barrier where he needed to be invited in.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I giggled kissing him back where my back hits the bed softly. "You should know something Damon. If I ever talk about marriage it will be with you. Where I become your wife." He smirked leaning down and kissing me again running one hand through my hair. One of my hands fly to him hair making it a knotted mess before he removes his jacket and shirt. "You're the only girl I would marry ever in my life Y/n. I love you so much." Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him in for another kiss that got heated where I didn't hear my sister enter the house until she shrieked covering her eyes. "Oh gosh Damon seriously you couldn't wait until I don't live here to sleep with my sister!" Damon flopped on his back smirking with me blushing beside him. "Sorry not sorry Elena. I can't help that I rock her world. Enjoy your honeymoon with my brother."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[supercap2319]

Moving On

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Male Reader

A/N: Season 6 ep 13 related.

Y/N found Stefan in his room, moving some things around inside. Stefan’s back was turned to Y/N as he smiled in the doorway, arms across his chest. Without turning around to look at him; Stefan smirked as he said out loud. “I hear Jeremy is applying to art school. Hope he has a decent portfolio.”

Y/N smiled. “Don’t be mean. He needs to move on with his life and frankly… so do I.”

“Oh, should I be worried about that change in transition?”

Y/N sighed as he stepped fully into the room. It’s been a while since his last visit to this room and a lot of memories were coming back to him. Memories of him and Stefan. The good ones, and the bad ones as well. It was nostalgic being back here, and for just a moment, Y/N could almost pretend nothing had changed between them. That they were still very much in love with each other as the day they’d first fallen in love with one another. Except, that wasn’t reality.

“Look, I’ve… I’ve made some huge mistakes in my life, but being with you wasn’t one of them,” Y/N said. “And yes, we’ve had a falling out for a while now. Between Silas, Katherine, the Travelers, Damon and Bonnie. There never seems to be a time for us to reconcile with each other. It's almost like fate wants to split us apart.”

“The fate of the Doppelgängers. Destined to be together forever and ever,” Stefan said, referring to his tied destiny to Elena. The fate of all Silas’ and Amara’s shadow clones.

Y/N smiled sadly at that. “But no matter what life throws at us, we always seem to find our way back to each other. Stefan, I somehow always find my way back to you. No matter the circumstances. Not even death can keep me from you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying exactly?” Stefan asked him. The younger male had a certain look in his eyes as he got closer to Stefan. It was an emotion Stefan couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“I’m saying that through all the trials and tribulations, I still love you. I probably will always love you even if you stop loving me and move onto someone else,” Y/N said.

“Who said I moved on with someone else?”

“Well, you and Caroline seemed to be getting closer and I just thought that maybe you had let go of the past and were looking towards the future. I mean, you were with Ivy for 4 months and now Caroline. Seems to me you’ve moved on just fine.”

Stefan didn’t have to use his vampire hearing to know how much this hurt Y/N. He could practically hear the bitter disappointment in his voice. It brought up a question that Stefan thought he’d long since buried inside of himself. Was he still in love with Y/N? After all this time? It would have been easier to deny it and say no, but that just wasn’t true. Stefan was still in love with the middle Gilbert, despite everything that’s happened to them these last few years.

“Y/N, I can’t change the past, or what’s happened between us up until this moment, but if moving on to a future with you not in it, then I don’t want a future or to move on. Not without you in my life.” Stefan finally felt like a weight had been lifted off him. This was what he’s been carrying around for a long time now, and tonight he’s finally let it go. He was finally free.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Y/N asked, shocked. He dare not get his hopes up. Hope that Stefan would come back to him like he always does.

Instead of answering, Stefan got close to Y/N until their chests were touching as he snaked an arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled him closer as he leaned down and kissed the hybrid Gilbert.

Stefan kissed Y/N with all the passion and heat that he had been harboring inside his body since they broke things off. The familiar spark was ignited in both of them as they continued to kiss. A kiss that made Y/N weaken in the knees and Stefan’s heart race.

They separated for a moment as Y/N looked into Stefan’s emerald orbs, which were laced with the same look of love that had been there since day 1. Stefan still loves him and Y/N still loves Stefan. Fated destiny be dammed.

“So, does that answer your question?” Stefan teased as Y/N smiled at him. A genuine one.

“I think it does, Fangs,” Y/N said as he and Stefan kissed once again.