#hints of damon salvatore

[philtatosbuck]

I saw someone say that if Elena or Caroline were in the prison world instead of Bonnie they wouldn't have stayed there as long, do you think that's true?

taking into account that they fully thought bonnie and damon were dead and didn't know about the prison world for the first four months (?) i assume you mean the other like. four? five? months she was there (she was there for almost a year wasn't she??)

yeah that's true idk what you want me to say. for one bonnie is good for trying to resurrect bitches she would've been trying to resurrect either one of them and coming up empty BUT let's say for the sake of it that they found out after four months as they did in canon and damon comes back but caroline/elena doesn't

if it were elena and damon stuck in the prison world damon wouldn't have accepted elena was 'dead' so easily even if she was stuck with kai he would have been doing his usual shit and threatening any and everyone into finding a way back far quicker than he did for bonnie (that's nothing against bonnie or their relationship at all. that's just his canon behavior towards elena and stefan to a degree that he does not display towards bonnie in canon until later on)

if it were caroline and damon i'm ngl i don't see him working hard to get her free or anything but if he came back and told everyone else about it then they would be trying to save her immediately

[halfmoonshines]

soft spot

damon salvatore x reader

summary; you're injured in a fight with a rogue vampire who breezed into town, and Damon is being weird about it

hurt/comfort

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You tried to stay hidden in the shadows outside of the streetlight, but your rapid heartbeat probably would've given you away either way.

"Who the hell is this guy?" You heard Damon mutter from the spot he was tossed just a few feet away from you, dusting the dirt from the trash cans he'd squished like cardboard. His ice blue eyes spared you a quick glance but didn't say a word, trying not to draw any attention your way.

Damon intervened as Caroline was struggling to grapple with the stranger. In the span of a moment, she was on the ground groaning with a broken arm and he had launched the assailant to give them a chance to regroup - right toward you.

You couldn't help the little gasp that you emitted, no matter how much time you spent around these creatures this was a vampire. One in particular who would have no hang ups about snapping your neck.

Per their supernatural hearing, it didn't take long for the mans vicious senses to find you, and took half as long for him to have a bruising hand around your neck.

The sound of Damon yelling your name was distant in the background, you were focused on the threat literally snarling in your face.

"Don't you smell good?"

That was as far as the stranger managed to get before Damon had the broken handle of a broom protruding from his back. His grip slipped off your throat as his body slid sideways and you toppled to the ground, heading bouncing off the pavement hard enough for you to see stars.

Damon's voice was faint to you again, but you could hear him begging for your attention. Caroline was in the background too, in panicked discussion with someone over the phone. You couldn't get your eyes to focus though, hair becoming wet and warm.

The eldest Salvatore's touch on you was feather light, his mouth still moving with words he wanted you to latch onto but you had already lost the dance with consciousness.

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The first thing you were aware of when you woke up in a bed was that it was decidedly not yours. The next thing you noticed was that you weren't in any pain, just a bit stiff when you went to sit up from the bed. Someone had definitely given you blood, which was against every rule her and her friends had discussed, but from the smell of the sheets behind you - Damon wouldn't have cared either way.

You made your way out of the room and down the stairs, vaguely knowing the layout of the boarding house from your handful of times actually coming inside. Over the last few months you had become dangerously intertwined in Elena's grapple with the supernatural, despite Bonnie's vehement advice to go as far as possible. You were emancipated, you could switch schools and move to Pennsylvania.

No, you couldn't. Once your conscious had been opened to everything around you, once you were aware of the dangers of the dark - you could never ignore that. Better the evil you know.

Speaking of.

You came upon Damon in his favorite spot, a tumbler of bourbon in his hand while he leaned up against the fireplace. The suit jacket he had been wearing earlier that night was discarded on the couch behind him, a small amount of blood on the collar of his shirt still.

"You always look so broody." Poking fun at him might not be in your best interest, but you figured you'd give it a go. Over the last few months, your and Damon's relationship had morphed into something you couldn't quite understand, but moments like these had seemed to become more comfortable between you.

"I believe you're confusing me with my much broodier younger brother." Damon's words were laced with sarcasm, but his tone didn't have a hint of amusement.

You felt suddenly awkward, in his space and home. Just because you had gotten kind of comfortable lately didn't mean he wanted to be around you.

"Well, thanks for the whole life saving thing." You began to babble nervously, a faint pink glow to your cheeks. "I'll get out of your hair. Sorry for taking your bed, I don't even know what time it is-" You had begun turning toward the door, making to just leave and find a way home. How you could this age and still flustered in front of attractive men, especially murderous ones was beyond you.

Damon appearing in front of you almost made your heart stop, hair stirring at his incredibly fast movements. He was barely a foot away, his piercing gaze holding your confused one. From this close you could smell just how much he had probably drank.

"Are you... okay, Damon?" Your voice wavered a bit under the heat of his stare and you saw the muscle in his jaw working overtime while he looked like he was debating whether or not he wanted to actually say anything to you.

"You don't have to thank me for saving you when you were in danger because of me." His eyes had drifted from your eyes to your neck, voice whisper quiet.

Vulnerability was the last thing you expected from the man standing over you. "What do you mean? It wasn't your fault. Just wrong place, wrong time and I so happen to be the weakest link." You hoped your voice conveyed even a bit of humor.

His eyes snapped back up to yours, head tilting slightly while he assessed you. Damon's hand rose to grab a lock of your hair, twirling it around his finger in thought. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling like you were on the precipice of something.

"My weakest link, maybe. Have I told you how much I like your hair?" His voice was still quiet, an innocent lilt.

Your mind was reeling, half drunk on his closeness and hazed by confusion. Where was this coming from? Had he drank a small liquor store and now he was confusing her for her much more appealing best friend?

"Damon, I'm not sure how much you've had to drink, but I'm happy to brew you a pot of coffee. Does that even work for vampires?"

You had started to pull away, making to turn toward the kitchen but Damon was infinitely faster than you. His drink was discarded, one hand going to your upper arm and the other to your waist, tugging you back into his vicinity.

"On the contrary, I don't think I've ever been so sure minded, sparrow. I'm sorry for not protecting you tonight." His voice was tight now, the warmth of his hands tingling down your body.

"It's not your fault, or job, Damon." Your voice had quieted to match his, all humor leaving. You didn't know where this guilt had come from, but it was misplaced. Since you'd met Damon he'd made some bad decisions, but you had also seen his sacrifice so much for the sake of the team. Even if others didn't acknowledge it, he didn't need to add anymore to his plate.

"I'd like it to be. My job." His reply was lightning quick, eyes pinning yours in place.

Were you dreaming?

Damon's signature smirk was visible for a split second, telling you that your confusion was written all over your face. "I think that I'm asking you, in the most coming of age movie way, if you'd like to go steady?"

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[wholoveseggs]

Rules {Part Three}

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Part Three

You head over to Elijah's place, ready to have a fun night together. But when you don't mind your manners, you end up paying the price.

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6k words - Warnings: salvatore!sibling reader, so smutty, dom!elijah, rough sex, blowjob, choking {the sexy kind and the not so sexy kind}, spanking, doggy, secret affair, lot's of Damon {Stefan will show up in part four}, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, violence, ANGST! angst and more angst ...

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The apartment building Elijah told you to go meet him at was an old, abandoned building in a shady neighborhood. The hallway was dark and littered with trash and graffiti, the carpet stained and torn, the walls cracked. It was so unlike him, you were worried that you got the address wrong, or that this was some sort of trap.

For the first time in a long time, you felt a tiny bit of fear creep into your heart. But it didn't last long. You liked him, a lot, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. It was all going to work out, you were certain of it.

You reached the last door, 117. Your hands shook slightly, and your stomach was doing flips. You weren't used to feeling like this. You were usually in complete control, but this situation with Elijah was spiraling further and further out of your grasp.

You lifted your hand and knocked on the door, a soft sound, and waited, your breath caught in your throat. A minute later the door opened and Elijah was standing before you, a smile on his lips.

"Miss Salvatore," He greeted, his eyes looking you up and down.

You smiled and entered the apartment, which was the polar opposite of the building. The inside was spotless, and looked like it belonged in a magazine. It was a simple apartment, but everything was high end and luxurious.

"This is a nice place," You commented, looking around the main room, and then at the window, which overlooked the street.

"It suits my needs," He hummed, coming up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist.

You leaned into him, his lips ghosting along your neck. You let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering closed.

"I'm so glad you are here," He whispered against your neck, his breath hot, his tongue lapping at your skin.

You turned around and placed a kiss on his lips, his hands tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Thank you for saving my brother today," You said softly, your hands going to his tie, undoing it slowly. "I know he can be... antagonistic,"

"Yes, he can be," He chuckled, his hands slipping under your dress, and gripping your ass.

"What are your plans for him?" You asked, a hint of concern in your voice, your hands resting on his chest.

"If he minds his manners, so will I," Elijah hummed, his fingers tracing circles along your lower back, and then lower, teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And Elena?" You pressed, trying to ignore the effect his touch was having on you.

Elijah paused, his hand slipping from under your dress, his expression growing serious. "Rule two, darling,"

"Right," You said quietly, averting your gaze.

"Now," He said softly, his finger lifting your chin. "Where were we?"

You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. You pushed on his chest, slowly guiding him back towards the sofa, his hands gripping your ass.

His legs hit the back of the couch, and you broke the kiss, pushing him to sit. His eyes darkened as he watched you slowly remove your gloves, shawl and then the rest of your clothes.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, your naked body pressed against his clothed form. You loved the contrast, it was so hot.

You unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, exposing his muscular chest. His skin was warm and flushed, your hands exploring the expanse.

You kissed his neck, then his collarbone, moving off his lap as you kissed lower. You undid a button, then pressed your lips to his stomach, his muscles twitching, a low groan escaping him.

You knelt in front of him, kissing his erection through the material of his pants. You unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down, freeing his cock. You stroked him slowly, and took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue.

His head fell back, and his hand tangled into your hair, pulling slightly. You moaned and took more of his length into your mouth, working your hand along the shaft.

"You have the sweetest lips," Elijah groaned, watching the way your mouth wrapped around him.

You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum connecting you to him. You licked up his shaft, your eyes locked with his, and then took his entire cock into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

You could tell he was trying to control himself, his breathing was fast and ragged, and his muscles were taut.

You loved hearing him moan, seeing him lose his composure. Sex was one of the few things that could get him to break his stoic facade. He was always such a perfect gentleman and seeing him unravel was a thrill.

He was getting close, you could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, the strained, breathy groans he was making, his hand tightening in your hair.

His phone began to vibrate, and he glanced at it, then dismissed the call. You looked up at him, toying the head of his cock between your lips.

"Don't you need to get that?" You teased, flicking your tongue across the tip.

He shook his head, and his face slowly turned into a grin, his dimples appearing.

"Not right now," He said, his thumb grazing your bottom lip, all swollen and shiny from sucking his cock.

You went back to work, sliding your lips up and down his shaft, your tongue teasing him. Elijah's fingers dug into your scalp, a hiss escaping his lips.

His phone started vibrating again, and he glanced down, his brows furrowing. He picked up his phone and answered it, his eyes fixed on you.

"Yes?" He said, so composed and serious it made you feel like you were doing a bad job.

You took it as a challenge and took his entire length into your mouth, sliding down to the base, then slowly back up. His eyes widened, and he had to bite his lip to keep from making any noise.

"Where?" He asked, his voice sounding strained.

You giggled, and slid your lips down again, bobbing your head quickly, making obscene slurping sounds.

"Yes, I see," He replied, his hand moving from your head, down your back.

He was trying not to react, but you knew how to break him. You moaned, his cock still in your mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"No, I'm not available until tomorrow," Elijah said, his jaw clenching.

You kept your pace, and could see the frustration building. Your eyes met his, and you smiled, knowing that you had him just where you wanted him.

"Of course, goodbye," He finished, his hand hanging up the phone and throwing it on the couch.

"Miss-," He started, his tone strained and his chest heaving, Panting and moaning as you sucked his cock.

You let out a soft hum as you watched him unravel. A string of unintelligible curse words fell from his lips, some you swore were in other languages. His eyes screwed shut and his head fell back against the sofa, his hips thrusting forward, and then his release hit him.

He came with a low, strangled groan, and you swallowed every last drop. You continued to lick and suck his cock until his grip loosened and his breathing returned to normal.

You pulled away, his cock slick and shiny, his eyes heavy and his face flush. He looked down at you, swiping his thumb across your lips, then his hand moved to your neck, squeezing gently.

"Good girl," He said softly, his fingers curling around the back of your neck.

You felt your cheeks grow warm from his praise, and a smile played at your lips. The way he looked at you made you feel something deep in your core, something warm and pleasant.

His fingers tangled in your hair and he gently pulled you up and onto his lap. He kissed you softly, his hands moving down your sides, tracing the curve of your waist down to your ass. He grabbed it firmly, squeezing the soft flesh.

He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing you.

"You're so wet, did sucking my cock turn you on?" He murmured, his finger circling your clit, making you shiver.

"Yes," You panted, your hips grinding against his finger.

His fingers moved lower, finding your opening. He teased you, pressing the tip of his finger against you, and then slowly pushing it in.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as you ground yourself against him, moaning and gasping.

He grabbed the back of your neck with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss, his lips rough and hungry. You kissed him back with the same fervor, your tongues moving together.

He removed his fingers from you, and you let out a soft whimper. Your eyes fluttered open, a pout on your lips, making him chuckle. He brought his hand up and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing gently.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you," He cooed, his eyes narrowing slightly, the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

He tightened his grip and you felt the rush of pleasure from the lack of air. Your hips moved slowly, grinding against him, seeking release. You whimpered and dug your nails into his skin.

"You look so beautiful when you're desperate," He whispered, his voice low and raspy.

"Elijah, please," You moaned, your voice breathy and quiet.

"Ride my cock, show me what a good girl you are," He ordered, his grip loosening from around your neck.

You moved up off your knees, planting your feet on either side of him on the sofa, hovering just above him. Your eyes locked with his as you reached between you and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining him up with your entrance.

Your breath hitched as you slowly eased down on his cock. His hand squeezed your throat, holding you steady. Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you.

"Look at me," Elijah demanded, his voice low.

You forced your eyes to meet his. His expression was calm, but the fire in his eyes burned so hot you were surprised you didn't combust. You couldn't break eye contact as you began to bounce.

He groaned, enjoying the view of your desperate face as you tried to fuck yourself on his cock. He held you steady by your throat, his thumb brushing back and forth along the side of your neck.

You looked so good in his lap, your breast bouncing, your face contorted with pleasure. He could watch you fuck yourself on his cock all night long, your eyes pleading, begging for more.

His free hand came down and smacked your ass. The sound was loud in the silent apartment, making you yelp. You frowned at him, your hips faltering, but it only made him grin. He smacked your ass again, and this time you moaned.

"You can do better than that, Miss Salvatore," He said, his tone dripping with condescension. 

"Fuck you," You hissed, glaring at him.

"Language," He said firmly, smacking your ass once more, eliciting a squeal.

You began moving faster than any human could, using your vampiric abilities to increase your pace. He watched your eyes close as your pleasure began to build. Your lips were parted slightly, letting out soft squeaks every time you took him all the way.

"That's it," Elijah urged, his hands gripping your waist, helping guide you on his cock.

Your movements started to get more erratic, and you began to pant. You let out a desperate whine, your brows furrowing in concentration, slamming down on him wildly.

He squeezed your throat a little tighter and you fell over the edge, your vision going white. Your nails scraped down his chest, leaving a bloody trail that healed instantly.

Elijah hissed through clenched teeth from the pain and pleasure, your cunt squeezing him like a vice as you came.

He let go of your throat, letting you fall forward, your head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, planting kisses on his skin. He took your chin, guiding you into a kiss.

He kissed you slowly, then wrapped your legs around his hips and stood up. He carried you down the short hall to the bedroom, then laid you on the bed.

He stood, removing his remaining clothes and admiring how gorgeous you looked in his bed. Your eyes were filled with lust and longing, your lips were swollen from his kisses and you were blushing all the way down your chest.

He leaned down and kissed your breasts, his hands moving under you, lifting you slightly to get better access to them. His tongue swirled around your nipple, his lips sucking it between them, then he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

He moved back up and captured your mouth with his, kissing you deeply. His hair ticked your face, and you ran your fingers through it, loving the feeling of it.

He smiled down at you, brushing the hair from your face, and then kissed you again, this time soft and sweet. You returned the kiss, smiling against his lips.

His hands moved down your sides, stopping at your hips. His eyes met yours, a glint of mischief in them, then he quickly flipped you over, making you gasp.

He positioned you on all fours, your head buried in the bed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back and up, exposing your ass to him.

"Mm, that's a nice view," He commented, running his hand over the swell of your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Are you just going to admire it or are you gonna fuck me?" You asked impatiently, looking back at him, you pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside you again.

He grinned and gave your ass a light smack. He leaned over your, pressing your head into the pillow, his lips grazing your ear.

"Do your brothers know how much of a whore you are?" He taunted, kissing along the back of your neck.

You were offended by his remark, you didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth. You gave him a scathing look and tried to move away from him.

He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pulling you back against him. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so you were looking up at him.

"My apologies, Miss Salvatore," He said sarcastically, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Is that too crass for you?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, and he leaned down and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, his lips barely brushing against yours, and then he deepened it, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

His hips were pressed into you, his hard cock resting between your ass cheeks. You pushed back against him, grinding against his erection, causing him to groan.

He broke the kiss, his hand still holding your hair, and straightened up. He looked down and guided his cock into you, pushing slowly, his grip on your hair tightening as he eased all the way in.

You let out a breathy moan as he set a slow pace, fucking you with long, deep strokes. You rocked back against him, trying to match his rhythm, but he had you at his complete mercy.

"Faster," You begged, looking back at him, biting your lip.

He gave a small shake of his head, a smirk playing at his lips. He let go of your hair, and you buried your face in the sheets, letting out a muffled whine.

You tried to pick up the pace, pushing back harder, but his hand came down, smacking your ass, causing you to squeal.

"Did I say you could do that?" Elijah chided, his hand caressing the stinging skin.

You turned your head and glared at him, but remained still, letting him fuck you however he wanted. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging in, and his thrusts sped up.

Elijah admired the way your dark hair cascaded down your back, the way the muscles in your shoulders tensed up, and the way the skin of your back shined with sweat. When your bright blue eyes looked at him with such a desperate pleading, he couldn't help but let his control falter a little bit.

He gripped your hips tighter and began to pound into you. He leaned forward, caging you under him, his lips brushing your ear. You panted and moaned, clawing at the sheets as he slammed into your mercilessly.

He kissed the crook of your neck and across your shoulder, then up to your ear, biting down on your earlobe.

"Are you going to come for me?" He whispered.

You nodded, your eyes closed, completely lost in pleasure. You felt it building inside of you, and the way he was groaning, his hot breath on your ear, his chest pressed against your back, it was all too much.

Your body went rigid, your mouth opening in a silent moan. The wave crashed over you, and the tension left your body.

His release followed, a long, low groan escaping his lips. You felt him spill inside of you, his hips stuttering, and his cock pulsing.

He collapsed beside you, his arms draped above his head, he had a big toothy grin on his face that you had never seen before.

"You seem awfully happy," You teased, resting your head on his chest, kissing his collarbone.

"It has been a long time since I've had the opportunity to enjoy myself so thoroughly," He replied, stroking your hair.

"Glad I could help," You teased, smiling up at him.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle. His hands moved to your back, rubbing slow circles.

"What was that phone call about?" you asked after a few minutes, looking up at him, your head resting on his chest.

Elijah's body tensed slightly, and his hand moved down your back. "Nothing you need to worry about,"

"If I don't need to worry, why won't you tell me?" you pressed.

"Do I have to remind you of the rules again?" He asked, his tone teasing.

"No," you mumbled, lowering your gaze, a pang of guilt hitting you. "I'm sorry.... It's just.... I don't know," you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the feeling of his arms around you comforting.

You knew you were playing with fire, but in the afterglow of sex, your thoughts came tumbling out of you before you could stop yourself.

"I know we agreed, this was just going to be physical," you said slowly, looking up at him. "And that's okay... I just want...." You paused, biting your lip, and averting your gaze, feeling embarrassed. "I just want to get to know you a bit better,"

His hands went still on your back, and he sat up a bit, looking at you for a moment before he spoke. "Why?"

You shrugged, feeling foolish. "I just do,"

"There is no need to get to know me," Elijah replied, his tone more serious now, his expression unreadable. "Our arrangement has no strings attached, as per the rules."

"Do you really want that?" You mumbled, the question made you feel so vulnerable, you were not sure what he would say.

You held your breath as he looked at you, and then leaned in and kissed your cheek gently, his hand caressing your face.

"I want many things, but I can't have them all," He answered quietly.

For a moment he looked sad, almost remorseful. But you must have imagined it, he was composed once again, the wall he kept around himself now fully in place.

You looked down at his chest, unsure what to say. It felt like your heart was breaking. It was just sex. This wasn't a relationship. You both had rules for a reason. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"But you can stay, if you'd like," He offered, there was a quiet vulnerability to his voice and a strange look in his eyes. You didn't know what it meant.

"I'd like that," You whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "But it isn't a good idea,"

"It's not," he agreed, his hands still rubbing your back.

"So, we shouldn't," You said, trying to convince yourself.

"No," He agreed, rolling the two of you over, so you were beneath him. "We shouldn't,"

He kissed you again, slow and sweet. His hands moved down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips.

"We shouldn't," You repeated, your hands sliding down his chest, resting on his stomach.

Neither of you were going to stop, both of you knew it. It wasn't a good idea, and you would regret it later, but right now, all you wanted was him.

The sound of the early morning birds woke you before the sun could. You had fallen asleep next to him, after he had worked every tense bit out of you, your body saitied and relaxed. 

You rolled over to see him fast asleep next to you, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips parted. He seemed to be having an intense dream, perhaps even a nightmare. He mumbled something you couldn't understand and rolled onto his side.

A part of you wanted to wake him, to free him from whatever was haunting him. To kiss away the tension in his brow. To bring him back to a place of peace and comfort. To run your fingers through his hair, and feel him relax in your arms.

But you couldn't. You had work to do.

Carefully pulling away from him and climbing out of bed, you quickly dressed before you tiptoed down the hallway to the living room.

You did your best to be quiet, control your breathing, trying not to let fear overtake you. This was your opportunity, perhaps the only chance you would ever get, but the fear was so strong, your whole body was vibrating.

You glanced towards the bedroom, making sure he hadn't woken, and then walked towards the sofa. Bending down, you searched between the cushions until you found what you were looking for.

The moonstone.

It was surprisingly easy to slip it out of his pocket the night before, you had him so thoroughly distracted with his cock down your throat. Even a man like Elijah was susceptible to lust, and you played him like a fiddle.

Your fingers curled around the stone and you clutched it to your chest, it was smooth and oddly cold. It felt heavy in your palm, more than what it actually weighed.

You were doing the right thing, for your family, for your friends. So why did you feel so guilty?

This would be a betrayal. The rules you set together were important, you had to have rules to protect yourselves, so you could stay neutral. What you were doing wasn't neutral, and if he found out...

You let out a shaky breath and tucked the stone into your bra, before you slowly, and as calmly as you could, walked to the door.

But before you could reach the handle, the floor creaked, and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

"Miss Salvatore," Elijah said.

His tone was calm, but you could hear the underlying fury. You swallowed hard, unable to look at him, you stared at the door instead.

"Where are you going?" His voice sounded different. Dark. Dangerous.

You turned slowly to see him standing a few feet away. He was dressed, his suit immaculate as always, and his expression was stoic. The only thing out of place was his hair, which was mussed from sleep.

"Home," you managed to say, your voice sounding more confident than you felt.

"Really?" He asked, taking a step towards you.

Your instincts told you to run, that you were in danger. The predator had caught the prey, and was going to tear you apart. You subtly tried to reach for the door handle behind you, but you saw his dark eyes flicker to your hand.

His face broke out into a smile, his canines flashing, his eyes cold. He closed the distance between the two of you in the blink of an eye. One moment he was across the room, the next, his hands were wrapped around your throat, pinning you to the door.

His face was blank, and yet you could see something dark swirling behind his eyes. He had become an entirely different man than the one you had been with all night.

The pressure he had on your windpipe made your lungs burn. You clawed at his forearms, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gasped for air.

"Elijah," you managed to croak out, but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes, they were cold, sharp and angry.

"Do you think I'm like one of those boys in the alleyway? That you could use me, and walk away with no consequences?" He growled, his fingers pressing even tighter.

"No-" You tried to choke out, your voice coming out barely more than a whisper. "Please..." You whimpered, feeling dizzy, the edges of your vision going black.

He let you fall to the ground in a heap, your knees hitting the hardwood floor with a painful crack. You took deep, rasping breaths, coughing and gasping. You looked up at him, your whole body trembling.

He was standing there, towering over you, his expression blank. There was nothing on his face that could indicate that he had been tenderly holding you hours earlier. No softness in his gaze.

He just held out his hand expectantly, the look on his face making it clear that you should obey.

Slowly, you pulled the stone from your bra and handed it to him. Your hand shook as you reached out, placing the stone in his palm. He curled his fingers around the stone and tucked it back into his pocket.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared up at him in fear, was he going to torture you? Kill you? You were a fool to think you could ever outsmart him, to ever betray him.

You swallowed hard, and forced yourself to make eye contact. He reached down, his hand gripping your chin roughly, lifting you up, forcing you to your feet.

You felt his eyes searching yours, and the hand on your throat moved up, his thumb brushing your cheek. He brought his face close to yours, his lips ghosting over yours. It was equally intimidating and intimate.

"I thought we had an understanding," he said softly, his lips brushing against yours.

"We do," You whispered, unable to tear your eyes from his.

His thumb traced your lower lip, and then he kissed you. Softly and slowly, and you kissed him back, your tears mixing with his, and all you could taste was pain.

Then he released you and stepped away, his arm stretched in the direction of the front door.

"Leave," he said simply, looking away from you. "And if I see you again, I'll kill you,"

You were too shocked to move, and after a moment, he looked back at you, his gaze icy.

"Run along now, Miss Salvatore," he said, the threat clear in his voice.

You took one last look at him, before stumbling your way out the door. You raced out of the building, only stopping to breathe once you made it outside. You leaned against the cool brick of the building, tears streaming down your face, gasping for air, trying to get the taste of him out of your mouth.

The taste of him... the touch of him, his words... You could still feel them all over you, it felt like you would never escape them.

You felt guilt, shame and embarrassment. You were lucky he didn't rip your heart out of your chest. You put yourself in this foolish situation, and you paid the price.

This is what happens when you break the rules.

When you arrived home, all the lights were still on, but the house was eerily quiet. You wandered into the living room and saw Damon sitting on a lounge chair, casually sipping on a glass of bourbon, looking into the fireplace.

He didn't look at you, just continued staring into the flames. "Big night?"

You were not in the mood for a family lecture. You shrugged off your coat and draped it over the couch, running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to smooth it.

"Not really," You said, walking over to the liquor cart, pouring yourself a glass.

Damon looked up at you and he could immediately tell you were upset.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked, his tone concerned.

"No one can hurt me, Damon," You snapped.

He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow. "You're sure about that?"

You looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze. Your relationship with Elijah was a secret, you weren't supposed to know each other, so you couldn't tell him. You wanted to come home with the moonstone in hand, to prove that you could help, to prove your worth, but you failed.

"Why do you care so much about who I fuck?" You shot back.

Damon laughed and set down his glass, shaking his head.

"I'm your big brother," he said, smiling.

"Stefan is my big brother too, " You said, crossing your arms. "And he minds his business,"

"Yes, well, that's Stefan for you," He said, a hint of bitterness to his voice.

You rolled your eyes and took a long sip of your drink, the vision of Elijah's cold expression flashed in your mind, but you quickly pushed it down. "Where is Stefan anyway?"

"He's on a lovely lakeside getaway with Elena," Damon answered, a hint of annoyance to his voice.

You suppressed the desire to tease him about how he said Elena's name, it was clear that he had feelings for her. When you first met Elena, you feared it was another Katherine situation, but she pleasantly surprised you, and she didn't seem interested in Damon in that way. At least not yet.

"Do you know about the deal she made with Elijah?" he asked.

"Deal?" You asked, your heart jumping a little at the mention of his name.

"In exchange for her staying put and willingly going to the slaughter, he will protect the rest of us from any enemy," Damon practically growled as he said it.

"She should have never made that deal," you said, shaking your head.

"Thank you! I feel like I'm the only one who isn't insane around here," He groaned.

"She should have known better, but what's done is done," You sighed, taking a sip of your drink, wishing it was blood instead.

"You know, if you had been around, you could have talked some sense into her," he muttered, glaring at you.

"Don't," You snapped, giving him a warning look.

"Don't what?"

"Blame me, Damon," You said, your tone firm.

"What have you been doing for the last month? You are gone all the time, and the rest of the time, you are completely checked out," He accused.

You went to argue, to confess, and yet, you couldn't. It was none of his business, and besides, what would you even say? You’ve been fucking Elijah and then tried to steal from him? That you are heartbroken and foolish? That you are a coward?

"You're right, I'm sorry," You said quietly. "I've just been trying to... figure some stuff out,"

He studied you for a moment and then gave a short nod.

"Fine," he said, his voice softer now. "I get it,"

You went over to sit next to him on the sofa. What you needed in that moment was honest affection, someone who wasn't judging or asking questions. Damon wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy type, but he would hold you when you were sad, and that's all you needed.

"You're a good big brother," You said, leaning against him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been distant,"

He wrapped his arm around you, and held you against him. "It's ok,"

You both sat in silence for a few moments, and you closed your eyes, trying not to think about the events of the night, the taste of Elijah still lingering on your tongue. The feeling of his hand wrapped around your neck… The fear you had felt.

"So, tell me about the boy," He teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What?" You asked, your eyes snapping open.

"Oh, come on," He chuckled.

"It's over," You sighed, taking another sip.

"That bad, huh?" He asked.

"It's for the best," You mumbled.

"Do you need me to take care of him?" Damon offered, his voice serious.

"No, he didn't do anything wrong," You sighed, finishing the rest of your drink. "It was just... complicated,"

"I know a little bit about that," Damon mumbled, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Elena?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up," He whined, pushing you off of him, making you laugh.

You contemplated just going to bed, but you decided to stay up with Damon. He would never admit it, but he was lonely, and so were you. You needed someone to ground you, and the two of you could always find comfort in each other.

"How can I help?' You asked, turning your body to face him, tucking your legs under you.

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to help me?"

"Yes, I need to feel useful," You laughed.

"Well, maybe I have a couple things you could do," He said, his eyes lighting up, which usually meant he had something devious planned.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Just a bit of catering, I’ll leave you in charge of picking out the wine..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful.

"What?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I may have a weapon stashed away that could take out an Original," he said, smirking at you.

"From who? How?..." You shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around what he was saying.

"Don't worry about it," He chuckled.

"But, I thought-"

"Yes, yes, the deal Elena made with Elijah. We need a backup plan. I'm not going to wait around for her to be killed," He said, shaking his head.

"What does Stefan think?" You asked.

"What do you think he thinks? He's in denial, of course," He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"So what's your plan? Why does it involve wine?" You asked.

"Because it's a party, silly," he smiled, looking far too excited about murder.

"So, we're going to invite Elijah over, and kill him?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he said casually.

You tried not to think of the way Elijah touched you, his soft, tender kisses. Now all you could see was the look in his eyes when he found out that you betrayed him. The hurt and anger in his eyes... And his threat that you knew he would make good on.

If I see you again, I'll kill you.

"Is it even possible?" You asked, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Possible?" Damon scoffed. "We'll make it happen,"

You gave him a small nod and a smile, trying to show confidence. "Ok..."

He smiled and patted your leg, before standing up.

"Get some sleep, little sister. Tomorrow is a big day, tomorrow we dine with the devil,"

{Part One} {Part Two}{Part Four}{Part Five}

[frost-queen]

Girl behind the glass window (Reader x Human!Damon Salvatore)

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“Catch.” – Stefan called out, throwing the ball over to Katherine. Hoisting up her skirt, she took a run for it, catching the ball before it landed on the ground. Nearly making her loose her balance. Stefan flinched, ready to catch her if she would fall. Katherine giggling loud. She moved the ball down with a mischievous laugh. – “I bet you won’t catch this.” – she said throwing the ball away. Damon had his eyes on the ball, seeing it immediately fly over his head.

Jogging after it in an attempt to catch it before he saw it get tossed over the hedge. It made him slow down, panting brief. – “Wonderful.” – he gestured out of breath. Katherine came joining Stefan’s side. – “Well go on. Fetch it.” – she ordered with a motion of her hand. 

Damon looked over his shoulder to her. – “You serious?” – he asked to be sure since she was the one who threw the ball over the hedge. Katherine hummed loud with a nod of her head. Damon glanced over to his brother, who only shrugged his shoulders to him. Sighing loud, he started to make his way to the hedges.

“Do hurry up!” – Katherine called out, waving him goodbye. That made Damon sigh again, grabbing the hedge to climb over it. Grabbing onto greenery and sturdy branches to get across. Annoyed he puffed the leaves out of his face as they had come really close. With a few good pulls, was he at the top.

Letting himself roll over the hedge, disappearing out of sight. Losing his balance and grip, he tumbled down. Landing with a loud thud on his back. Making him groan chucklingly out of pain. Getting up to his feet, he brushed his pants clean. Removing all traces of ground and hedge. His gaze fell on the enormous garden.

Trees perfectly cut into shape. Up a head a fountain. Looking around for the ball, he went over to the fountain. Scooping a hand in to splash some water in his face. Patting his wet hand in his neck, he caught something in the corner of his eye. Up by the window from the mansion a few yards away. He saw the last of a curtain ripple, hinting someone must have been watching a second earlier.

It made Damon swallow nervously. Knowing very well he was trespassing. Backing away from the fountain, he brought his gaze down again. Searching low for the ball. Eyes not missing a thing. With his hand, he pushed into one of the trees, to see if the ball wasn’t caught in it. – “Where are you?” – he whispered out desperate.

Knowing each second longer spend here, was the more opportunity for the owner to come out and hold a riffle up to him. He had drifted away from the hedge he had crawled over. Knowing Katherine was waiting impatiently. Damon was close to just give up and return before he would get shot, when he heard knocking. Knocking on a glass window that caught his attention.

It was subtle. Not the loud thumping kind that would alarm him to take a run for it. More a soothing knock to get his attention. Damon turned around, facing the mansion. Furrowing his brows, he saw nothing but curtains closed behind the only available window in sight. Looking away, he scratched his head confused.

There it was again. Gentle knocks to catch his attention. He immediately turned around, seeing the last of the curtains ruffle. With a quizzable brow, he went over. Keeping himself low and out of sight. He neared the window in crouched position. Kneeling down under it as his gaze fell on the bush beneath the window.

There in its full glory was the ball that got tossed over. Intrigued, picked Damon the ball up. Someone clearly must have called his attention over to this place for him to find the ball. But who? Moving his gaze up, Damon got startled, seeing a pair of curious eyes peek through the curtains.

His reaction made the curtains move shut. Probably having scared the poor person. – “No, no…” – Damon whispered waving his hands across as he didn’t mean to startle them. He waited for the person to appear once more. When they didn’t, dared Damon to gently knock on the window at his side.

Two gentle knocks to get their attention. He waited a few more seconds before the curtain got moved aside. Just a bit for him to make out half a face. A sweet face. Clearly a girl. Damon showed you his sweetest smile, wanting you to reveal more of you. His smile made you smile bashful back, looking shyly down. Damon waved at you, hoping you’d become more comfortable with him.

You moved the curtains more aside, revealing you fully to him. You sat by the window, waving shyly back at him. Damon pointed at the ball under his armpit, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to you. You moved your hand to your chest. With one nod, you gestured to him it was alright. Damon curled up a smile, unable to look away from you.

“Do you want to play along?” – he asked, seeing how you furrowed your brows to focus on his wording through the glass. His words deafened out. As a response, you shook your head saddened. Damon’s gaze widened with shock as he saw you flinch. Look clearly to your side. Then your hands motioning for him to get away before the curtains got pulled closed.

Damon got up, stumbling back as he knew he’d be discovered if he’d stay. He started running back to the hedge. Throwing the ball over it, hearing his brother complain in pain. Probably the ball had hit his head. Followed by Katherine’s laughing. Damon grabbed onto the hedge, pulling himself up to get over. Swinging his leg over it, he lowered himself on the other side.

Jumping the last height down. – “Took you long enough.” – Katherine said unamused, faking a yawn. – “Couldn’t find it.” – Damon replied picking up the ball. The three of them started to move away from the hedge, more into Katherine’s garden. Damon tossed the ball to his brother. – “Do you know who lives over there?” – he asked Katherine curiously.

“Some rich grumpy man. I believe his name is Y/l/n.” – Katherine answered plainly catching the ball from Stefan. Katherine tossed the ball back to Damon. – “Does… does he have a daughter?” – Damon then asked, having caught the ball. Katherine shrugged her shoulders. – “If he did, I have never seen her.” – was her simple response. Damon nodded thoughtfully, clearly with his head elsewhere.

“Why do you ask?” – Katherine said curious. – “Nothing for.” – Damon replied, tossing the ball over to Stefan once more. – “Did you run into him?” – Stefan questioned. – “No luckily I didn’t.” – Damon responded. Stefan threw the ball back at Damon as he did no effort to catching it. Simply letting it drop to the ground as he started moving. – “I’m done playing.” – he said walking off. Katherine and Stefan looking confused at each other.

You narrowed your eyes confused, seeing a ball fly over the hedge. Not a moment later the same boy from yesterday climbing over the hedge. This time the ball was out in the open. Very obvious to see. The boy landed on his feet, looking anxiously around. He then jogged over to the ball, picking it up. You expected him to just go back over the hedge, when he came jogging over to the window you sat the day before.

Knowing you weren’t sitting there anymore, you knocked loudly on the glass. He froze, gaze towards your knocks. You waved shyly at him seeing a smile curl up. He came jogging over to the window you sat by. Coming to sit on his knees in the grass. He held his hand up, waving at you. He moved his hand down to his chest. – “I’m Damon.”  - he said loud, exaggerating in his words. He then gestured to you.

Chuckling shyly at his reaction, you pressed your hand on your chest. – “Y/n!” – you responded. Damon furrowed his brows, trying to distinguish your words. – “Y/n!” – you repeated, spelling your name onto the glass. Letter per letter for him to know. – “Y/n?” – he asked to be certain as you could see your name form on his lips. Nodding excitingly that he got it right.

“Can you come out?” – Damon asked with gestures. For a moment, you were happy. Chest moving forwards in joy till your joy faltered. Being reminded of your restrictions once more. Shoulders slouching down, you shook your head pitiful. – “Can you open the window?” – Damon asked. – “I’ll come in.” – he pointed at the glass, making you widen your eyes frantically. Shaking your head, you waved your hands across. – “Is… is your father home?” – Damon said curious.

He saw you look over your shoulder, gazing into the distance, before looking back at him with a nod. Damon pressed his hands against the glass with a sorrowful expression. You held a finger up for him to wait. He watched you leave, returning with a notebook. Sitting back down, you started scribbling on the paper. It was better than shouting against the glass. You surely didn’t want to alarm your father.

You held the notebook up to the glass for Damon to read. ‘I’m not allowed out.’ It read. – “Like ever?” – Damon questioned as you wrote down underneath your previous words. ‘ever.’ Was your response, holding it up to him once more. – “Why?” – Damon asked. Damon watched you write more. Hesitantly holding the notebook up to the glass once more. ‘Dangerous world.’ – it read. Damon looked in shock at you. – “He… he surely can’t keep you locked up forever.” – he said out loud. You only pulled your shoulders up to your known reality.

You heard footsteps, knowing it would be your father. The panic was clear on your face as Damon picked up on it quickly. He got up, nearly tripping backwards over his own stumbling. In a last second he threw the ball back into the bushes just underneath the window before running off. You watched him sprint back to the hedge, climbing over it with such effort, he made it over the top in a matter of moments.

“What are you doing by the window again!” – your father declared loudly. – “Aren’t I even allowed to look outside?” – you asked coming to stand before him. Your father moved around you, shutting the curtains closed. – “You may think I’m mad, but it is a dangerous world out there Y/n. It is best for you to stay here, where you are save and I can protect you.” – he spoke pushing you slightly away from the window. – “It is not save for a girl of your status to be out. Out where men want to harm you.” – your father continued. – “Because of you?” – you responded, shocked by yourself that you dared to go against him.

His expression angered. He grabbed you firm by the shoulder, dragging you away from the window. He dragged you all the way up to your room, locking you inside. Exhaling deep, you were once greeted by the same four familiar walls. Locked inside, just because your father had made a terrible mistake so many years ago.

Now he is haunted by the thought anyone of his previous co-workers would come and get revenge by hurting him or you. Even moving away, didn’t do anything to his fear. The sheer panic he had that his old workers would venge his cruel work conditions he put them through. The death of the little boy under his care, that shouldn’t even be there didn’t make it easier.

Damon wasn’t able to return within the next few days. He couldn’t shake his brother and Katherine off him. Having never been able to stop thinking about you. About the girl locked in her mansion. Each day he yearned to see you smile once more. Finally he had the time to climb back over the hedge when Stefan and Katherine were out. Stefan needing to accompany their dear friend on a matter.

Damon should be accompanying her too if it wasn’t for him faking that he didn’t feel so well. It took a lot of convincing for Katherine to stop bugging him about it. Now having crawled back over the hedge, he snuck right to the window where he had dropped his ball. He knocked gently on the window. Only to not hear a response.

He knocked again, thinking he might have not knocked loudly enough for you to hear. Scratching his hair confused, he started to look around. Looking at more window, to find your presence. Moving a bit back, his attention got drawn upwards. Looking up, he saw you knock saddened against your window glass.

Damon curling up a smile. You knew you couldn’t be close, so you turned around. Damon breathed loud, looking quickly around. Seeing some vines grow upwards to your window, made him reckless. He dropped the ball, running over to it. Grabbing tightly onto the vines to find a sturdy grip. It seemed to carry his weight as Damon started to climb up. Holding yourself, you hated being in the same room day in and out.

You wished to be outside. To feel the grass underneath your feet and the sun on your face. You wanted to feel the rain, get cold, warm and run endlessly without any walls holding you down. A desperate knock made you jump out of your skin. Turning round, you saw Damon pop up at your window. Motioning to you to get the window open quickly.

Panicking that he might fall, you rushed up to him. Opening the window in a haste. – “Lords Damon, are you insane?” – you called out, grabbing for his arm so he wouldn’t fall. Damon only chuckled, pulling himself more up. With the help of you, he tumbled into your room, making you move back.

He breathed out a laugh, relieved to have made it inside. – “Damon if my father sees you.” – you outed, keeping your voice low but with enough power to frighten him. Damon got up, walking up to you. Hesitantly he moved his hands out. Letting them fall on your shoulders with a smile. His touch made you blink surprised. – “Y/n.” – he said, wanting to speak your name. – “You shouldn’t be here.” – you told Damon, punching him in the armpit.

He rubbed the area. – “Neither should you.” – he responded. His words made your eyes widen, moving away from him. Knowing there wasn’t anything you could do about it. You walked up to the window, placing your hands on the windowsill. – “How… how come you aren’t allowed outside?” – Damon asked.

You breathed in deep, not even sure you remembered the last day you were outside. – “My… my father…” – you started unsure if you should continue. Damon started to come near as you started to explain. Explain what happened what made your father paranoid into staying inside.

Damon came placing his hands on the windowsill as well. Slowly letting his fingers spread to you. Till his pink came in contact with yours, guiding the rest of his fingers over yours. His little gesture, made you turn your head to him. The way he was looking at you, made your heart thump louder. – “I am sorry.” – he said, keeping his hand above yours. – “Don’t be…” – you answered, not wanting any pity.

For a moment, you were caught in his gaze. Mindless staring into his blue diamond eyes that bewitched you. Damon’s gaze went briefly from your eyes to your lips. Wondering what they would taste like. What it would be like to kiss those sweet innocent lips. Footsteps coming up the stairs, made you pull your hand from underneath him. Ushering him back out of the window.

You watched as Damon climbed down, taking his ball with him. Waving him goodbye, you kept watching till he was over the hedge. Damon was panting loud, looking up to the sky from Katherine’s side. – “I’ll get you out Y/n. One day.” – he said as a promise.

From then on dared Damon to danger himself frequently just to visit you. Climbing up to your room to spend time with you. Most days, you just talked. Some days, he would take your hand and lead you into a dance. The moments were brief, but never enough. He wanted you close, every day. Each moment spend with you, made him realize just how much in love he was with you.

The forbidden girl behind the glass. One day, Damon was in your room. Seeing how a bad day you were having. Sitting on your bed whilst staring into the distance. Damon would approach you, holding his hand out to you. Turning your head, you stared at his hand without any thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand in his. Allowing him to pull you up.

Damon came standing beside you, keeping your hand up. Having placed his palm against it. Slowly he started to turn, forcing you to turn along. Placing a hand on your lower back, he spun you around. Making you chuckle as you had tried to hold it in. Damon smiled from hearing you laugh, wanting to hear that sound every day. So caught up in your dance, you didn’t hear the footsteps.

You didn’t hear your father come up till it was too late. He barged into the room, panting loud. His eyes flashed with anger at Damon. He started to make his way over as you jumped in front of Damon. Your father pushed you aside. You dropped to the floor out of breath. – “Y/n!” – Damon called out with worry. – “I had a feeling someone was sneaking in my garden!” – your father called out.  

“You’re here to kill my daughter?” – your father shouted in a panic. – “Father, father please.” – you begged him to leave Damon alone. Your father left the room as Damon rushed over to you. Helping you up to your feet. – “Y/n we’ve got to go.” – he said as you panicked. – “No!” – you called out a Damon kept pushing you towards the window. – “Y/n it isn’t save.” – Damon made clear, holding both your shoulders.

Your father had returned, holding up the riffle. It made you gasp loud. – “Father no!” – you screamed out as he readied it at Damon. – “You are dead!” – he shouted ready to fire as Damon jumped at him. Surprised him by grabbing the riffle and pointing it upwards. You screamed loud when a shot got fired directly up in the ceiling.

Some dust and pieces falling down. – “Y/n climb down!” – Damon ordered you, fighting off your father for control for the riffle. Another shot fired directly to the wall not far from you. – “Y/n now!” – Damon shouted with worry that you might be the next undeliberate target. Crying loud, you climbed out of your window, grabbing onto the vines.

You heard your father shout loud, followed by commotion. You didn’t had to see anything, knowing they were fighting. The last few meters you dropped to the ground, arms unable to carry you any longer. Falling onto the ground, you looked up with panic. The hearing of another shot made you flinch. Not sure who it had hit, you screamed it out in agony.

“Y/n get up!” – you suddenly heard. Opening your eyes, you saw Damon hurry himself down. Shocked, you stared at him, unable to grasp what had happened. If he was here, they that meant your father was shot? He jumped the last part down, hurrying over to you. Pulling you up in a haste. – “We have to go Y/n.” – he said, dragging you along to the hedge. – “My… my father…” – you said, hand extended to your home.

From out of the window appeared your father. Panting loud, but he seemed unharmed. – “Give me back my daughter!” – your father shouted swinging his fists around. Damon and you got to the hedge as he gave you an assist to climb over. You tumbled over as Damon gave you a little push to make it go faster. Landing on your stomach on the other side.

Damon jumped beside you, dropping through his knees. Dusting his hands off he took you by the elbow, pulling you along. Leaving in a haste. He kept running till he was out of breath. Not wanting your father to go over the wall to find you.

Both of you were panting loud. Gazes catching each other. Damon neared letting his hand brush against your cheek. – “You’re out Y/n.” – he said. It took you a moment to realize. Looking around you to actually see your feet stand in grass. Damon lifted your chin up to him by his finger. Wanting you to look at him. Never had he lost sight of what he wanted.

You. Having missed you deeply. Each day apart from you, was a torment. Having found love where it wasn’t supposed to be. Letting his gaze go from your eyes to your lips. You intentionally neared, closing your eyes as Damon’s lips touched yours. First gently. A simple touch till they parted your mouth to deep the kiss. Finally having broken the girl behind the glass from her tower. To finally have her for a lifetime to love and to hold.

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[starlightandfairies]

Helloooo :) i hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Or just both lol. Anyways, is it okay if I ask for a Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader one-shot? For me, I don’t like where the reader just falls in love with him so quickly, despite everything he has done. I was thinking of something with fluff and he has to work for her love? So basically, reader has been friends with Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline since childhood, but she’s still human. And she hates Klaus for what he has done to her friends and family, but despite everything he has done he hasn’t don’t anything to harm her physically in any way. (Hint hint, cause it means he likes her lol). And because of this, he tries to show he genuinely cares about her. It takes her a long while to eventually warm up to him.

Sorry, this is a lot -_-…uh, and not very detailed lol. I wanted to leave it up to your imagination, but totally fine if you can’t cause writers block and other things. Anyway, an idea: maybe reader gets saved by Klaus and he admits he likes her but she kinda plays hard to get. of course, she can’t help but to be flattered by his accent, his flattery, his looks, etc. And because she is human, being tortured or just kidnapped by supernatural beings is genuinely terrifying and he comforts her? I hope this is all okay! Of course you can change or add whatever you’d like. I love Klaus so much, and I love your writing!

Description: If the great Niklaus Mikaelson wants to become closer to the reader then he would have to push through thick and thin to do so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

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Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best to show this eventual bonding that is more realistic, while also not rambling on for a story length.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1, 915

First Person's POV 

Niklaus Mikaelson drove me insane, I do not understand how he thought he could follow me around, begging for my interest like he hasn't done anything wrong to those around him. The great Klaus Mikaelson was many things but he wasn't the type of man I would bend over backwards to show that their past didn't matter. I won't lie, there were times when it was hard to really show my distaste for the Hybrid due to that accent, his looks and his charisma but I do like to pride myself on my stubbornness and the fact that I'm not that easy to charm. 

Besides Matt, I was the only other human, sure Bonnie was in a sense human but she had her magic to protect her and I had nothing. I didn't have any of that. I was just a straight-up human who could die at any second or become permanently injured if tossed around too harshly. The girls have grown to somewhat like him and every now and again will remind me of the fact that not once has he ever tried to hurt me, not once has he ever used me as bait or tried threatening me in any way shape or form.

Bonnie, Caroline and Elena have all expressed their hatred for the man and it only fueled mine. I have no clue what it would take for me to show any sign of sympathy for the man or any sense of forgiveness considering what he's done. There were times when I even disliked Damon and Stefan for what they've done. Sure, it might be contractionary of me to like the Salvatores and not hate them like I did Klaus... but still. 

It's at least been a good two years of having the Mikaelsons in our lives. Rebekah and Elijah were tolerable. I felt for Rebekah and Elijah seemed true to his word, even if he was sometimes conflicted between his family and his morals. Klaus was 

"Hey, Y/n!" I huffed, stopping in my tracks, knowing there was no use in continuing on when he could easily Casper the ghost right in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, not impressed by his persistent attitude. 

"What do you want Niklaus? 

"Well, love... I was hoping I could treat you to some dinner. Show you some of the best places. Things you couldn't possibly comprehend seeing." I rolled my eyes, shook my head, sucked my lips into a straight line and raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Niklaus? Every time it's been a no. What makes you think this will be a yes?" 

"I saw your play last night, I think you are a pretty amazing actress." I didn't believe him, I think that he's making stuff up, trying to show that he's a good guy. 

"Prove it, what happened when the actor playing Stanley threw his chair." Klaus chuckled lightly, licking his lips for a moment before he walked closer and leaned in for a moment. 

"You tripped over your own feet, fell over... you worked it into your performance, no one in that audience would've known any different. I think skill like that is pretty talented. I have seen many performers across my lifetime and not many could do that." I rocked on my feet, biting my lips and huffing for a moment. 

"You came to my performance?" I questioned my tone soft for a moment, surprised that Klaus came. The girls weren't able to due to supernatural issues happening again, I didn't want to show any sign of falling for his charm.

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you sound so surprised..." I shrugged, taking a breath, glancing away for a moment trying to remain as stoic as I could.  

"I have to go, goodbye, Klaus." I carried on my way, going back to doing what I originally planned on doing before. Tonight was the closing night of A Streetcar Named Desire the girls were meant to show but once again due to the new big bad in town, they didn't show. I stood in my dressing room, wiping off my makeup before the tears could come. I was just about to open the door before I was stopped by Klaus.

"K-Klaus... what, what are you doing here?" He handed me a bouquet of my F/fs, I took them with a small smile and stepped aside to allow him into the dressing room. 

"You got your own dressing room, that's pretty neat..." The Hybrid trailed off, glancing at the desk that was covered in tissues, I moved to clean them up but he moved in front of me before I could. 

"Why are you crying...?" 

"I'm okay Niklaus." I turned to him hearing his chuckle, I raised an eyebrow in question, how dare he laugh at me!

"I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the fact that when I'm getting closer to breaking down your walls, you call me Klaus but when you realise that you're dropping your walls you go right back to calling me Niklaus." I sat back down, staring at him surprised that he picked up on something that I hadn't actively been aware of doing. 

"My friends couldn't come. They promised that they would but because of the new big bad in town... they couldn't and because I'm human-" Realising I was sharing my than I would like to Klaus, I bit my lip trying to remind myself that I couldn't get close to Klaus. 

"Let me read you something." He pulled out a newspaper, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, just for once but turned my attention to continuing to remove my makeup. 

"Y/n L/n's performance as Blanche DuBois has been spectacular on all nights of the production. In my years as a critic, I have never seen this much dedication and accuracy similar to the vision Tennessee Williams had when picturing Blanche DuBois. I admire Y/n greatly as a performer and know that she is an actress highly dedicated to perfecting her characters' mannerisms and hope that she goes far with her acting journey." I stared at Klaus surprised, I jumped to my feet, staring at Klaus with intrigue and took the paper from his hands. 

I read the words, staring at them in shock that this was actually true, the author's name is what shocked me the most. Klaus M

"You wrote this?" 

"I did." 

"And you mean it?" 

"I do." Maybe... maybe if a man who didn't know me could make the time to watch all of my performances... maybe he wasn't so bad. 

"Thank you, Klaus... it means a lot." 

It took two years, four months and 18 days for Klaus Mikaelson to get me to warm up to him, I think I deserve a trophy for just how long I've made him work to get to know me better. The truth is, I am terrified of getting killed, kidnapped or tortured by the supernatural me, I mean what if someone worse than Klaus comes into town and because I am one of the very few humans left in town I get used as collateral? 

I was walking home from the Grill, minding my own business until everything went dark and I finally came to find myself tied up in a chair, blood dripping from my nose, head and stomach. I cried out, looking around terrified of who could be hurting me and what they would do if they didn't get what they wanted. 

"Hmm, you're awake again. Try not to pass out this time... the blood loss will really be screwing with your head. I would apologise but I really don't care I just need that damn hybrid to come forward and save your ass-" 

"Who are you?" I cried out, trying my best to not show weakness but the pain in my limbs and the fear that was coming in made it impossible to think of anything but my pain. 

"Who I am isn't important, I tried to keep your face pretty but you know." The unknown figure shrugs, leaning in closer and grabbing my face in his hands with a glare forming and with a snarl he reveals his fangs. I shake my head, feeling his breath on my skin and whimper feeling his fangs pierce my neck. 

It fades away swiftly, the tears cascade down my cheeks, and I stare in shock seeing Klaus standing there and dropping the man's heart onto the floor. Within an instant I was in his arms, I grabbed onto his shirt letting out a sob and whimpering as the pain seemed to increase. 

"Shh, love, it's okay... you're gonna be okay. I've got you." Klaus reassured, biting into his wrist, he gestures to his wrist and I slowly suck on his wrist. 

"I won't let anything happen to you, love. I am very fond of you, I will not let anything happen before I can tell you just how fond I am of you." I stared in fascination as my body healed instantly, it always surprised me and always made me curious to realise how lucky these supernatural beings were. 

"Please, please don't let them hurt me. Don't let them get to me." 

"It's okay, love. I've got you." 

"I'm so scared, every day, I'm scared that I'm going to be kidnapped or tortured... being human, I know I'm nothing compared-"

"I won't let that happen. Love, I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I swear to you." He hummed lightly, rocking me in his arms and whispered over and over again kind and soothing words. I decided to bring it back to his starting words, once I felt okay and able to move on from what just happened. 

"You're fond of me? Nothing new-" I stated, with a shrug, biting back the smile I wanted to show, Klaus chuckled and helped me to my feet. I stared at him, surely making a weird expression as I hid my emotions. 

"I am fond of you, I like you, quite a bit and I want you to know, love I will do anything to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for the rest of eternity, I will do what I can to keep you safe." My heart skipped a beat, it made me feel special knowing that someone cared for me that much, I nodded and sucked in a breath gradually letting a smile come through. 

"Thank you for saving me... "

"You're welcome, love. Love, I hope you know how gorgeous you are." I blushed, scrunching my face up as his normal charm got to me more than normal. 

"Flattery only gets you so far." 

"Yet, it got me to becoming closer to you." I shrugged, smirking for a moment and sucked in a deep breath. I grabbed his hand, smiling happily and tried my best to not focus in on the blood on my clothes, his clothes and the floor from the attacker. 

"Well, then, perhaps I'll let you in closer." 

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Fragments of Trust and Moonlit Desires | Kol Mikaelson

{Oneshot} Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x salvatore!Reader Summary: You got into a heated argument with your two older brothers. The confrontation swirled up unwanted emotions causing you to feel used and unloved. You fled from home for alone time. Kol was there to comfort you through the pain. Word Count: 2k Warnings: Mental breakdown(?)

The tension in the Salvatore mansion was palpable, as it crackled like static in the air. There you stood in the center of the living room, that once radiated warmth. However, as of lately the feeling is just a distant memory. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a lump stuck in the back of your throat as you faced your two brothers. The room has become a battlefield of emotions.

Damon’s voice was sharp, his frustration evident. “You don’t understand the dangers, and you keep acting like you’re invincible. We’re trying to protect you!"

“Protect me?” You laughed bitterly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"You’ve been treating me like a pawn in your game! You use me whenever it’s convenient for you, but…" your voice quiets down as you continue. "But when I need something, need the support and comfort from my brothers. You’re nowhere to be found.” As a stream of tears runs down your face non-stop.

Stefan's face softened, his gaze filled with guilt. “That’s not true. We care about you, more than you know.”

Damon’s expression shifted, frustration mixing with a hint of remorse. "It’s not always easy, and it’s not always perfect, but what Stefan said is true. We do care.”

"Care? Your way of caring is remarkable. Is caring treating me like a pawn in your game?! Or the way you're using me as a shield for your own agendas!” You angrily picked up the nearest Bourbon bottle. 

“It's always where's Elena?!” Smash “Elena this!” Smash “Elena that!” Your emotions were going under as you smashed every whisky bottle near. Towards the wall. The firepit. The door.  

“I get it… She's special, but what am I? Aren't I your sister? I thought family came first..." You choked out a sob.

The weight of their words, their conflicting emotions, and your own pain became too much to bear. You felt your knees give way as the emotional dam finally broke. The room spun, and you sank to the floor, sobs escaping your lips despite your best efforts to remain composed. Your head pounding in sync with your heart, as the pain radiated throughout. 

Damon's hard exterior cracked, and he knelt beside you, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Hey, hey, don’t. Please, don’t cry. We… we never meant to hurt you.

Stefan knelt on your other side, his hand reaching out to comfort you. “We’re sorry. We’re so sorry. You’re not a pawn, and you’re definitely not just a tool for us. You’re… you’re everything to us.”

Your sobs shook your body as you struggled to find your voice through the tears. “I just… I don’t know what to believe anymore. I thought I could trust you, but now… now I feel like I’m just a burden.”

Damon pulled you into a tight embrace, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re not a burden. You’re our sister, our family. We should have been better brothers. We should have done more to show you that.”

“I just need… I need to be alone.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and fled from the mansion, the cold night air hitting your face like a splash of ice. The emotional weight was almost unbearable, but you kept moving, desperate to escape the suffocating confines of the mansion and the heavy expectations that came with it.

You wandered aimlessly through the quiet streets of Mystic Falls, not really knowing where you were going. The familiar surroundings did little to soothe you as the pain and frustration continued to spiral. 

You ended up in front of the dimly lit, familiar atmosphere of Mystic Grill.

The bell above the door jingled softly as you entered the bar, the warm glow of the lights inside providing a brief respite from the chilly night. The bartender glanced up, offering a nod of recognition. You slid onto a stool, trying to ignore the lump in your throat and the tears that still threatened to spill.

“Something strong?” the bartender asked, sensing your mood.

You managed a nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, something strong.”

As you waited, you took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions swirling within you. You barely noticed when the bar’s door swung open again, and a figure entered, slipping into the booth across from you. It wasn’t until you heard the soft, but unmistakable, accent that you looked up.

Kol Mikaelson, the notorious and charming Original Vampire, sat with a casual grace that seemed almost out of place in the somber setting. His dark eyes assessed you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Fancy meeting you here darling,” Kol said with a sly grin. 

“Now's not the time Kol.” You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze.

Kol’s smile faded, replaced by a more serious expression. “Rough night?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak any further, so you just nodded. Kol’s presence was a strange comfort, but it also made you more aware of how much you were struggling.

The bartender returned with your drink, and you took it gratefully, the strong liquor burning a path down your throat. Kol watched you with a mixture of amusement and concern, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

He studied you for a moment before speaking again. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But I’m here if you need to.”

The sincerity in his voice made something inside you break, and before you could stop yourself, the tears you had been holding back began to fall. You tried to wipe them away, but they came faster, unrelenting. Kol’s expression softened, as he reached out his hand gently covering yours.

You looked at his hand on yours, the unexpected gesture of comfort stirring something deep within you. Kol’s presence, so different from your own brothers’, offered a reprieve from the emotional turmoil that had been suffocating you.

“I know I’m not exactly the most trustworthy person,” he said quietly. “But if you need someone to listen, I’m here. And if you need something more… well, I’ve always been good at making things more bearable.”

The floodgates opened, and you let out a sob, the tears streaming down your face as you tried to choke out the words. “They… they don’t really see me. They see what they want to see, and I’m just… a part of their plans. I thought I meant more to them, but now I’m not sure.”

Kol felt pain in his own heart seeing you in this distress state. He had the urge to hold you close. So he shifted seats to be closer. You were too busy spiraling, you didn’t notice his body close.

Kol leaned closer, his voice low and reassuring. “Running away might give you a moment’s peace, but it’s important to remember that you don’t have to face this alone. It’s okay to feel lost, but you have people who care about you. Even if they don’t always show it in the right way.”

His words resonated with you, and you found yourself leaning into his side, the warmth of his body offering a small comfort amidst your pain. Kol’s arm went around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You didn’t resist, the support and compassion he offered breaking through your walls.

 “If you ever need a distraction or just someone to talk to, you know where to find me.”

You offered him a small, grateful smile, feeling a hint of relief. “Thank you, Kol. I think I might just take you up on that.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Weeks had passed since that night at Mystic Grill. The pain from the argument with the Salvatore brothers had not entirely faded, but the wounds had begun to heal. In their place, a new, unexpected emotion had taken root—one that you hadn’t anticipated, a growing affection for Kol Mikaelson.

Kol had become a constant presence in your life, his casual charm and easy smile providing a welcome distraction from the turmoil you’d been through. The two of you spent more time together, meeting at Mystic Grill for drinks, sharing stories about your lives, and occasionally enjoying quiet walks around the town. With every encounter, you found yourself drawn closer to him, the lines between friendship and something more becoming increasingly blurred. A line you wanted to cross, but feared you were looking at it wrong.

One evening, you found yourself standing beneath the canopy of a starlit sky, the cool breeze of night wrapping around you as you waited outside the Grill for Kol. You had decided to take a chance and be honest with yourself about your feelings, and you hoped tonight would be the night you took the next step.

Kol arrived with his usual effortless grace, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “Good evening, love,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

“Hi, Kol,” you replied, your heart fluttering at the endearing nickname.

He extended his arm, and you slipped yours through it as the two of you began to stroll down the quiet streets. The night felt magical, the moon casting a soft glow over the town. You walked in comfortable silence for a while, the serenity of the moment making it easier to gather your thoughts.

As you reached the edge of the old bridge that overlooked the river, Kol stopped and turned to face you. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, were serious and focused. “You’ve been quiet tonight. Is something on your mind?”

You hesitated, then took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been thinking a lot lately…”

Kol’s expression softened, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You can tell me anything.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for the right words. “When we first met, I never expected this. I never thought I’d find someone who could make me feel… so understood, so cared for. I was so wrapped up in my own pain that I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”

Kol’s gaze was unwavering, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “And what’s right in front of you, love?”

You took another breath, the weight of your feelings pressing on your chest. “What’s right in front of me is you. I’ve come to care about you more deeply than I ever thought possible. I think I’m falling for you, Kol Mikaelson.”

For a moment, Kol was silent, his eyes searching yours. Then, a smile broke across his face—one that was tender and full of warmth. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You have?”

Kol nodded, stepping closer. “Yes. I’ve felt the same way for a while now. I didn’t want to rush you, but I couldn’t ignore how much you mean to me.”

A mix of relief and joy surged through you. Kol’s confession felt like a balm to your soul, soothing the last remnants of your heartache. Without thinking, you reached up, pulling him into a kiss that was both gentle and passionate—a perfect culmination of the emotions that had been building between you.

Kol responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around you as he deepened the kiss. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, the connection between you palpable.

“Does this mean…?” you began, your voice soft.

Kol’s eyes sparkled with affection. “It means that I’m yours, if you’ll have me. I want to be with you, in every way.”

You smiled through your tears, feeling a joy that had been elusive for so long. “I’d like that very much.”

Kol’s smile matched yours as he kissed you again, this time more tenderly. “Then it’s settled.”

The night air seemed to shimmer with promise as the two of you stood together, the world around you fading into the background. Beneath the moonlight, you felt a sense of peace and belonging that had been missing from your life. With Kol by your side, you were ready to face whatever came next, knowing that love had found you in the most unexpected of places.

And as you walked hand in hand along the bridge, the future seemed full of endless possibilities.

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Her Game (part 2) | Damon Salvatore x reader

Summary: After playing Katherine’s game, you and your daughter are left with picking up the pieces. Will you ever get your Damon back or has he been lost forever, falling through the cracks that Katherine left in her rage? 

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A/N: It was requested multiple times I write a part two especially since I left the first part to the mind! I hope you enjoy this part! and please read part one if you haven’t! 

A/N 8/7/24: I wrote this over a year ago. Cleaning out my drafts! Decided to finish this and get it posted. Hope yall enjoy x

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The screams of the girls Damon slaughtered only hours ago continue to ring in your ears and Damon’s blank, emotionless face haunts you. After Katherine had instructed to kill you and your daughter, Damon had turned to you and for a moment you believed he would do it with no regret especially when he lunged at you. 

The small girl finally asleep in your arms, had not let go since everything happened, her tiny hands keeping a firm grip. She would begin crying if you even tried to put her down. You were grateful that she didn’t understand what exactly had happened, but she knew what monsters were and that’s what she saw her dad as. He’d managed to always hide away his vampire side from her until today.

“He’s never going to turn his humanity back on.” You continue to slowly rock back and forth. “I almost didn’t get him back the last time.” 

Damon was laid out in the floor of the cellar. Alaric had injected him with vervain to keep him weak. Stefan knew the trouble you’d gone through to get him back and even though he was his brother, he worried about him turning his humanity back on. But he knew he needed to stay positive for you. “We will. We’ll do everything we can.”

You’d almost died to get him back. You’d drained him, vervained him, kept him locked away in the cellar for months, but none of those measures worked. He was hell bent on keeping his humanity turned off. After he escaped, you and Stefan found him, coming up with a plan to push him to his limit. Would he truly let you die? 

“You really don’t feel anything for me anymore?” You asked Damon, tears in your eyes. 

“No.” He said, emotionless. “I never did.” Talk about a slap to the face, especially after everything you both had been through. 

“You don’t mean that.” 

Damon stalks over to you, causing you to flinch and cower back as he leaned in, his eyes empty and without emotion, “I wish I had never met you. I wish I would have killed you that first night I met you.” His voice is laced with such hatred. 

Your bottom lip trembled as you searched damon’s eyes for a hint, a spark of emotion before stepping back from him, “So, wouldn’t care if I died? Right here, right in front of you?” 

“no.” 

With shaky hands, you pulled the knife from your belt. What would he do if you ended your life right in front of him? What would he think then? Would he truly let you die right in front of him?

Damon watched your motions as you pointed the knife at yourself, right below your heart, “What are you doing?” 

“You said you wouldn’t care if I died so what does it matter?” And with that you plunged the knife deep inside you.

Damon’s body had jerked in response, watching in horror. His mind, heart and body fought for dominance. Don’t save her, you don’t care. Save her! Save her! 

You dropped the knife and it clinked loudly against the hardwood floors, blood quickly staining your shirt and hands. You’d dropped seconds after that. 

He could hear your heart beat slow. You were dying in front of him. His heart had won, overwhelmed with emotion as he dropped to his knees, “No no no..” He quickly bit into his wrist, his blood trickling down your throat. “Come on drink it!” 

His blood worked it’s way through your system, healing the wounds you’d created. It was the moment your heart had slowed that it truly hit him. 

~ 

Damon groans as he begins to wake. Stefan quickly shuts the door, locking it. You both stare at him through the bars. 

“What the hell.” He grumbles pushing himself off the concrete floor. “What the hell stefan.” He sees you standing beside him, but ignore you all together. 

“Which Damon am I talking too?” Stefan asks. 

“Your brother.” 

Stefan crosses his arms over his chest, watching as Damon slowly stands, stumbling toward the bars of the small window in the door and gripping tightly onto them to hold himself up. “let me out of here Stefan.” 

“No,” Stefan says sternly, “You killed three women right in front of your wife and daughter. And then went after them without a care. Why would I let you out?” 

Damon aggressively shakes the bars, but he’s too weak, it’s only loud as the sound bounces off the stone walls. “Stefan, so help me god-” 

“mommy,” your daughter whimpers waking for only a moment.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You sooth softly, rocking her back sleep, “I should go.” You direct your statement to Stefan and glance at Damon, who doesn’t meet your eye. 

“go,” Stefan nods, “You both need your rest,” 

Both Salvatore brothers watch as you turn to walk away.

“It’s me.” He calls out to you, eyes trained on the small child asleep in your arms, “is she okay?” 

You place a protective hand on her head, “She’s terrified.” 

Damon’s forehead meets the cold cage bar, shaking his head against it, “I didn’t mean for her to see me like that. I never.. I never wanted that for her.” 

“You were going to kill us, do you realize that? Stefan saved us!” 

He looks back up at you, his eyes are tearful and full of emotion, “I would never harm you, or her. I never turned it off.” 

“But you-” 

“I knew if I did there was no coming back.” 

There’s a moment of silence between the three of you. Your eyes search his; searching for your demon. Is he telling the truth or is this one of his manipulative ways to get out of the cell? You come to your conclusion.

Stefan unlocks the door when you nod at him, “Katherine isn’t going to be happy if she figures out you never turned it off. That was the whole point of her game.” He hands Damon a blood bag and you turn away, unable to stomach watching him. That’s the one thing he didn’t do around you. 

He sighs in content, tossing the bag to the floor and wiping his mouth with his sleeve before coming closer to you, “We’ll deal with it when that time comes,” He wraps one arm around you, his other hand touching your daughter’s head, “She’s never going to look at me the same way.” 

Your daughter nuzzles deeper into your neck, Damon’s touch disrupting her sleep. He removes his hand from her, hovering before making the decision to let his hand drop to his side.

It’s silent for a moment, before a thought comes to you, “What.. what if you compelled her to forget?” 

Stefan and Damon share a look, “Would it even work on a child?” 

Stefan shrugs, “I’ve never done it before, but I’m sure we can try. I mean I don’t think it would be any different than if it was an adult.”

The three of you headed back upstairs where you began the night time routine. As you got your daughter comfortable into bed, Stefan entered the bedroom.

You comb the hair off her forehead, “Stefan is gonna tell you goodnight..”

Stefan glances at you as he bends down to her side in the other side of the bed.

She gives him a sleepy smile, “uncle efan” her S’s were still a work in progress.

He returns the smile, capturing her eyes in a trance and begins the compulsion.

You can’t help but get emotional. This was something you’d hoped would never have to be used on your daughter. Your innocent, precious girl.

He made her remember playing with mommy and daddy. Nothing bad happened. No other lady showed up. It was happy times.

Your daughter blinked a couple times as the compulsion ended. Your daughter looked at you and for the first time since all this happened there was an innocent sparkle in her eyes again.

Damon had stood outside the room, listening. If he still had a beating heart he knew it would have skipped a beat when he heard his daughter ask, “where’s daddy? He tell me night time story?”

He shook off the emotion, smiling as he entered the room, “I’m here baby girl.” He slipped into bed where she curled into his side as he told the story.her eyes filled with love and affection as she stared up at her daddy telling this story. He was the best at telling stories especially made up on a whim.

~

“So what do we do about Katherine?” You ask the Salvatore boys the next morning.

“We kill her.” Damon shrugs. “Easy as that.”

“We don’t even know where she is.” Stefan says, “she could have left town for all we know.”

“Well when she finds out my humanity is still on, I’m sure she’ll show her face. You know she doesn’t like to be lied too.”

You look to Damon, “I’m not living the rest of my life in fear. Or putting that burden on my daughter.” You cross your arms over your chest, “we kill her. Even if I have to be the one to put the dagger through her chest.”

Damon is shocked at your words. You weren’t one for violence, or killing. Ironic considering you fell in love with the most violent Salvatore brother. “Uh oh mamma bear is coming out.” He teases.

You slap his arm, earning a laugh from him, his hands thrown up in surrender, “sorry.”

“I’m serious, what do we have to do to kill this bitch?”

~~~~~

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[cece693]

Space for Two (Salvatore Brothers x M! Vamp Reader)

Summary: You met the Salvatore Brothers when they were only human, inexplicably falling for both of them.

tags: human Salvatore brothers, manipulative reader, reader who still has feelings, Katherine is present, abandonment, no happy ending

Traveling with Katherine to the Salvatore estate was meant to be nothing special. She was your sire, and the thought of abandoning her, while perhaps sensible, would be agonizing. She meant everything to you—not romantically, but in a way that transcended mere affection. When you were human, she had been the one to see your suffering, dragging you from the unforgiving streets and granting you a second chance at life. That bond, forged in your darkest hour, made it impossible to imagine a world where you weren’t by her side.

As your carriage approached the grand entrance of the Salvatore estate, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grounds. The estate itself, a stately manor of Southern charm, stood proudly against the backdrop of the Virginia woods. The air was thick with the scent of blooming magnolias, mingling with the musty undertone of old wood and history.

Katherine, ever poised, stepped out of the carriage first, her dress whispering against the gravel pathway, blatantly ignoring the hand outstretched in front of her. You followed suit, looking at the driver indifferently before falling in step with your sire. You felt eyes on you; the culprits being two men who had stopped mid-play to watch you and Katherine. It was easy to guess who they were—the Salvatore brothers. Perhaps this stay will provide more entertainment than initially thought.

Time passed swiftly at the Salvatore estate, the days blending into nights as you and Katherine settled into your roles as guests. The brothers were the perfect hosts, eager to please and always vying for your attention. It wasn’t long before you found yourself drawn to both of them, each offering something different, something irresistible.

Stefan, with his gentle nature and sincere affection, made you feel almost human again. You spent long afternoons with him, strolling through the lush gardens, discussing literature, or simply enjoying the peaceful silence of the Virginia countryside. He was a breath of fresh air, and you found yourself wanting to be near him more and more.

But then there was Damon—wild, unpredictable, and intoxicating. He was everything Stefan was not, and it thrilled you to no end. Damon’s charm was dangerous, his flirtations bold and unapologetic. He made you laugh, challenged you, and kept you on your toes.

Yet, you were not innocent. You were manipulative, and you knew how to play the game. You were Katherine's creation after all.

You allowed yourself to indulge in both brothers, carefully crafting a web of lies and half-truths that kept them both on the hook. With Stefan, you let slip that Damon had made advances. Stefan’s jealousy was immediate, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of calm. But you could see it—the way his eyes darkened when Damon’s name was mentioned, the way his grip on your hand tightened when you spoke his name.

With Damon, you spun a different tale. You hinted that Stefan had confessed feelings for you, that he was trying to steal you away. Damon’s response was more visceral, more passionate. He began to seek you out more frequently, his touches lingering, his words dripping with possessiveness. The rivalry between the brothers, already simmering beneath the surface, began to bubble over, fueled by the seeds of jealousy you had planted.

Katherine watched with a knowing smile, her amusement clear as she observed the chaos you had sown. It was intoxicating, watching them both unravel, knowing that you were at the center of their conflict. But as the days turned into weeks, something unexpected happened—you began to fall for them, truly and deeply. It wasn’t part of the plan, but the emotions that had started as a game had become all too real.

Then, one evening, everything came crashing down.

Whispers began to spread through the town—rumors of strange happenings, of creatures that walked the night. The people were growing suspicious, and it wasn’t long before they discovered the truth.

“Katherine, we have to leave.” you urged one night, watching the flickering lights of torches in the distance. The townspeople were coming, their fear driving them to violence.

“I know. We must be quick. But what about the—”

“They’ll be fine.” you cut her off, though your heart ached at the thought of leaving Stefan and Damon behind. “They'll forget all about us soon."

Katherine didn't seem convinced but followed you into the night. The sounds of the town’s anger faded behind you, but the tension in your chest only grew heavier. You knew Stefan and Damon would wake to find you gone, and you could only imagine their despair.

"Wait!" a familiar voice yelled, slicing through the stillness of the night. You stopped in your tracks, heart pounding as you turned to see Stefan and Damon standing at the edge of the woods, breathless and wild-eyed.

Katherine stiffened beside you, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. You could feel the tension radiating from her—she was seconds away from silencing them for good. Without hesitation, you placed a hand on her arm, a firm, silent command.

"Go." you whispered, your tone colder than before. "I have loose ends to cut off."

Katherine hesitated, her gaze searching your face for any sign of weakness or second thoughts. When she found none, she nodded curtly and vanished into the night, leaving you alone with the brothers.

They approached slowly, their faces a mix of confusion, fear, and something else—something that only made this harder. "Where are you going?" Stefan asked, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. Damon looked down at the bag in your hands, opting to stay silent, his eyes burning with unspoken questions.

"I don’t have to tell you anything!" You allowed the anger to flare in your voice, masking the turmoil beneath with a cold, indifferent façade.

"Bullshit!" Damon roared, his blue eyes blazing with fury. "We deserve at least that much after you played with both of us."

You took a step closer, your presence looming as the air around you thickened with tension. "You want the truth?" you asked, your voice low and dangerous, every word laced with menace. "Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

With a slow, deliberate motion, you let the mask of humanity you had worn for months slip away. The warmth in your eyes vanished, replaced by an eerie darkness as veins crawled beneath your skin like twisted vines. Your fangs extended, sharp and gleaming in the pale moonlight, a reminder of the predator lurking beneath the surface.

"This is what I am."

Stefan gasped, instinctively taking a step back, his face paling in horror. Damon’s expression twisted, trying to reconcile the person he thought he knew with the creature before him. "What…what are you?"

"A monster. A demon. A nightwalker. A vampire. Take your pick."

"Why didn’t you tell us?"

A harsh, bitter laugh bubbled up from within you, the sound echoing cruelly in the stillness of the night. "Really, Stefan? Why? How would you have liked me to reveal this to you? Over a stroll in the garden? A dinner with your father?" You shook your head, the absurdity of it all gnawing at you. "Be glad I even told you this. Katherine would’ve left with no explanations."

Damon’s anger flared again, but this time there was a hint of sorrow in his eyes, a vulnerability that he rarely let show. "Was any of it real?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, the question cutting deeper than any accusation.

The question, so unlike Damon, made you feel a pang of remorse. For a moment, the facade threatened to crack. But you knew you had to do this, to sever the ties that had bound you to them. You couldn’t afford to let them in any deeper.

You met his gaze, your resolve hardening like ice. "What we had was a lie built on a lie." you said, the words sharp and final. "You fell for a fantasy, Damon. Nothing more."

"So that’s it, then? You’re just going to leave?" Stefan sought.

"You should be thanking me for that." You replied icily. "For sparing you from what I am. You’ll live your lives, grow old, have families—things you wouldn’t be able to do if you stayed with me."

Damon clenched his fists, his voice trembling as he struggled to maintain his composure. "We could’ve had forever."

"Forever isn’t what you think it is. And it’s not something I’ll let you throw away."

The brothers stood there, stunned and broken, as you turned your back on them, the last vestiges of your humanity slipping away as you stepped into the shadows. This was how it had to be, you told yourself, even as the ache in your chest made you doubt everything.

"Goodbye." you whispered into the night, knowing they wouldn’t follow, knowing that this was the last time you would see them as the men they were—human, flawed, and painfully mortal.

[terapsina]

A Lie, A Lie, A Lie - elejah fic

@vorpalmuchness thank you for a million years ago talking over this concept with me.

Sneak Peek:

It was the fact they hadn't really lost contact in the decade since their last meeting that brought Elena to New Orleans now. They easily could have, - she wondered how different this day would have looked like for that other Elena, and found that despite the uncertainty and the nerves she didn't want to know - but after Willoughby Elijah had sent her a letter with a phone number through his sister - which Rebekah had passed over with a grimace and an eye-roll - and after getting her humanity back, Elena had found herself calling him to apologize. And then to vent about the latest disaster falling over Mystic Falls. And then to ask to be put in contact with a few of his witch contacts once she realized that if Bonnie was forced to continue carrying the survival of all her friends they would inevitably lose her to magical exhaustion. And then - very occasionally - just because. It's the 'because' that was doing her in now. As Caroline had so pointedly commented on a few days back, she and the Salvatores had crashed and burned years ago, the short-lived relationships Elena had been in since were barely more than repeat booty calls, and - 'You've basically been long-distance dating that man for the past three years, the fact that you've fallen asleep to his voice multiple times and haven't seen him naked yet? It's sad, Elena. I'm sad for you.' And hearing it get pointed out made Elena realize the blatantly obvious. She called Elijah because she missed his voice. She called him because she liked the way he said her name. She called him because talking to him tended to be the best part of Elena's week. So here Elena was. Sitting by the bar inside a small club in the French Quarter, sipping on a blue cocktail and building up the courage to call and announce her presence to the man she might - or might not - have been dating for the past few years, when a vampire slid onto a stool beside her. He was definitely a vampire. She'd found that the longer it was since her own turning the easier it was to identify other supernatural creatures at a glance or two, the fact that there was the vague coppery scent of blood from his last meal clinging to him only confirmed the guess. "You must be new in the city," he said, looking at Elena with familiar interest. At least there was no recognition, inside a city crawling with vampires who'd probably run into Katherine a time or two over the centuries, it was almost a pleasant surprise. Then again, by the looks of him, Elena wouldn't guess his turning to be more than ten or twenty years in the past. "Must I be?" Elena asked and fought back a slightly irritated sigh, she was alone inside a club, it wasn't a bad guess to think she might be interested in some flirting. Incorrect. But not bad. She could give him the courtesy of turning him down easy. "I haven't seen you before, and I know everyone." He looked like he'd been turned in his early twenties, handsome enough, with dark brown hair cut in a way that made it fall over his eyebrows in the front, and making the smug air around him more pronounced than it needed to be. It reminded Elena a little of Damon and the urge to play at politeness took a slight but immediate dive downward. "Do you? And why's that?" Elena asked, accenting her question with a hint of boredom. "I'm sorry, I should introduce myself," he smirked and extended his arm to her for a shake. "Elijah Mikaelson. You might have heard of my family."

Elena stared, her mouth dropping open in disbelief. The vampire wore a suit - though not one that looked to be tailored specifically to him, - and she supposed the hair was a similar enough shade of brown - though greased up with just a bit too much product and not looking nearly as soft to the touch as Elena had always secretly suspected Elijah's to be - but he was not, in this or any other universe, Elijah Mikaelson. The smug air around the Pretender grew as he clearly misinterpreted Elena's gobsmacked disbelief as awe at his 'identity'. It was through sheer force of will and a sudden attack of morbid fascination in finding out how deep a hole this Not Elijah was going to dig himself that Elena suppressed a bark of laughter from escaping her throat.

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[selmasemlan]

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: Damon and Luna team up to fix the problems Stefan has caused.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Luna Salvatore (platonic), Stefan Salvatore x Luna (platonic), Stiles Stilinski x Luna (platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna (platonic)

Author note: I just can´t stop with this fic, I have way too many already written parts to this. Let me know if you have any requests. There will also be parts that explain the relationship between Stiles, Luna and Isaac.

Warning: some angst, soft sibling love, mention of manipulation, stiles is a good actor.

Word count: 2893

Series Masterlist

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Luna, Stiles, and Isaac stepped out of the car, the familiar silhouette of the Salvatore Boarding House looming before them. The air was thick with anticipation as they walked to the door. Luna took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Damon.

“Luna! What a surprise,” Damon exclaimed, his usual smirk faltering when he noticed the somber expressions on their faces. His eyes softened as he took in his sister’s weary appearance. “Stiles, Isaac. Welcome to Mystic Falls.”

Luna managed a tired smile. “We needed a break,” she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “There’s a lot going on in Beacon Hills.”

Damon’s eyes flickered with concern. He stepped forward and pulled Luna into a tight hug, his frustration momentarily giving way to brotherly affection. “I missed you, kid,” he murmured, his tone a mixture of frustration and tenderness.

Luna held onto him tightly, finding comfort in the familiar embrace. “I missed you too, Damon.”

After a moment, Damon released her and stepped back, his demeanor shifting back to the usual mix of sarcasm and seriousness. “You’ve come at a... complicated time,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Stefan’s got his humanity off, and he’s stolen the Mikaelson family from Klaus.”

Luna’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? Why?”

Damon sighed deeply, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. “Long story,” he replied, a hint of frustration in his voice. “But now Klaus is looking for them, and things are about to get messy.”

Stiles and Isaac exchanged worried glances, sensing the gravity of the situation. Damon noticed and added, “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Luna nodded, determination replacing some of her fatigue. “We’re here to help. We’ll get through this together.”

Damon gave her a small, appreciative smile, his frustration momentarily eased by the presence of his sister and her friends. “Alright then, let’s get to work.”

The door burst open, and Klaus Mikaelson strode in, fury radiating off him. “Where are they?” he demanded, his voice echoing through the house.

Damon stepped forward, trying to maintain his composure despite the palpable tension. “I don’t know.”

Klaus’s face contorted with rage as he grabbed Damon by the throat and lifted him off the ground. “You don’t know?” he snarled, his voice dripping with menace. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve stolen my family, and now you claim ignorance?”

Damon struggled to speak, his voice strained. “Klaus, listen—”

But Klaus was beyond listening. “Your incompetence will cost you dearly, Damon,” he growled, his grip tightening.

Luna quickly intervened, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let him go!”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to her. “And who might you be?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

Luna stepped forward, her chin held high. “I’m the one who’s going to get your family back to you, but you have to work with me.”

Klaus’s expression was skeptical, doubt flickering in his eyes. “Work with you? Why should I trust you?”

Luna could see his hesitation. She took another step forward, with Stiles and Isaac standing resolutely behind her. She locked eyes with Klaus and said firmly, “You have my word.”

Klaus stared at her, his grip still tight on Damon’s throat. For a tense moment, it seemed as though he might snap Damon’s neck then and there. But slowly, he released Damon, who fell to the ground, gasping for air.

“You have one hour,” Klaus said finally, his voice low and dangerous. “And then I take what’s mine by force.”

Luna nodded, her determination unwavering. “We won’t let you down.”

Klaus’s gaze flicked to Stiles and Isaac, then back to Luna. “This better be worth it,” he warned.

Luna met his gaze, unflinching. “It will be.”

Klaus took a step back, his fury barely contained. “If you fail,” he said, his voice cold, “there will be no place on this earth where you can hide from me.”

Damon, still recovering, managed to get to his feet. He looked at Luna, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and concern. “Be careful,” he muttered.

Luna gave him a reassuring nod before turning her attention back to Klaus. “We’ll get your family back,” she promised.

Klaus gave a curt nod, his eyes never leaving Luna’s. “One hour,” he repeated, and then he was gone, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

Luna turned to Stiles and Isaac, her resolve stronger than ever. “Let’s get to work.”

Luna, Damon, Stiles, and Isaac huddled together in the dimly lit living room, the weight of the situation pressing down on them. A map of Mystic Falls lay spread out on the coffee table, surrounded by various notes and plans, their edges curling from repeated handling.

“We need to convince Stefan to turn his humanity back on,” Luna said, her voice resolute and filled with determination. “It’s the only way to save everyone.”

Isaac looked down, his voice barely above a whisper as he voiced the doubt hanging in the air. “And if we can’t?”

“We will,” Luna replied firmly, meeting his eyes with unwavering confidence. “We have to.”

Damon leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features. “We’ve tried everything, Luna. Compulsion, memories, even Elena’s pleas. Maybe Stefan is lost for good.”

Stiles, who had been deep in thought, suddenly looked up, his eyes bright with an idea. “What about Luna?”

Everyone but Luna turned to Stiles, puzzled by his sudden outburst. Luna’s eyes widened slightly as she caught on. “That could work,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Damon and Isaac exchanged glances, still in the dark. Damon raised an eyebrow, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Please do tell the class. Not everyone has telepathic abilities.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Stefan doesn’t know Luna is here.”

Luna nodded, understanding his line of thinking. “He still thinks I’m in Beacon Hills. Before he left with Klaus for the summer, he knew things were getting dangerous there.”

Isaac’s face lit up as the pieces fell into place. “So he wouldn't know about the current situation and how dangerous it is.”

Stiles nodded eagerly, sensing that they were finally understanding his plan. “Exactly.”

Damon still looked doubtful, his skepticism clear. Stiles pressed on, “Damon, what was the last thing Stefan told you?”

Damon's expression shifted as he recalled Stefan's words, his eyes lighting up with sudden realization. “Take care of Luna,” he repeated, understanding finally dawning on him.

Luna looked around at her friends, her determination renewed. “If Stefan sees me in danger, really sees me, it might be enough to break through. He’s always been protective of me, no matter what.”

Damon, still skeptical but willing to try anything, nodded. “Alright, let’s do it. But we need to be careful. Stefan with his humanity off is unpredictable.”

Stiles grinned, confidence returning. “We’ll handle it. Together.”

Isaac nodded in agreement, his faith in their plan bolstered. “Let’s bring Stefan back.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, the group set to work, preparing for their last-ditch effort to save Stefan and restore peace in Mystic Falls. They reviewed the plan repeatedly, fine-tuning every detail and anticipating every possible reaction from Stefan. Luna practiced the scenario in her mind, knowing that she had to reach him on an emotional level.

As they worked, the tension in the room slowly transformed into a shared sense of hope and determination. Each member of the group understood the stakes, but they also believed in the strength of their bond and the possibility of success.

The old warehouse was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. The tension was palpable as Damon stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the Mikaelsons lying dormant, their powerful presence even in slumber adding to the gravity of the moment. In the center of it all stood Stefan, his eyes devoid of emotion, his posture rigid and unyielding.

“Stefan,” Damon called out, his voice firm yet pleading. “You don’t have to do this. We can fix this. Just come back to us.”

Stefan’s cold gaze flicked over to Damon, showing no sign of recognition or remorse. “Why should I? There’s nothing left for me,” he replied, his voice void of emotion.

Just then, Damon’s phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing Stiles’ name flash on the screen. “Give me a second,” he said, stepping back slightly and answering the call. “Stiles, what is it? We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

On the other end, Stiles was hysterical, his voice breaking with sobs. “Damon, it’s Luna! She... she’s gone.”

Damon’s blood ran cold. “Stiles, calm down. What happened?” he demanded, trying to make sense of the situation.

“I’m telling you!” Stiles cried, his voice filled with anguish. “We tried everything, but it was too late. She... she didn’t make it.”

Damon’s hand tightened around the phone, his face draining of color. “Stiles, What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice shaking.

Stiles began rambling, his voice filled with grief and confusion. “The Alpha Pack... they were too strong. We couldn’t protect her. It’s all falling apart...”

Stiles sobbed. “She’s gone, Damon. Luna’s gone.”

Damon lowered the phone, his eyes wide with shock and pain. He looked back at Stefan, who had heard every word. For a moment, Stefan’s cold façade seemed to waver.

“Stefan,” Damon said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Luna’s dead.”

Stefan’s eyes flickered, a hint of pain breaking through his hardened exterior. “No,” he said, his voice cracking. “That’s not possible.”

The words hit Stefan like a sledgehammer, breaking down the walls he had built around his heart. His eyes filled with tears as the reality of Damon’s words sank in. “Luna…” he whispered, his voice filled with anguish. “No, please…”

Stefan, hearing the name, seemed to retreat back into his shell. His expression hardened again, his eyes turning cold. “Then I have nothing left to live for,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion once more.

Just as Damon was about to respond, the warehouse door creaked open. Damon and Stefan turned to see Luna standing there, bruised but very much alive. “Stefan,” she called out, her voice trembling but strong. “I’m right here.”

Stefan’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. “Luna?” he whispered, disbelief and hope warring on his face.

Luna stepped forward, her eyes locked on Stefan’s. “Yes, it’s me. I’m here. Come back to us, Stefan. We need you.”

The sight of Luna, alive and determined, broke through the last of Stefan’s defenses. Tears welled up in his eyes as the weight of his actions crashed down on him. With a final, shuddering breath, he let his humanity flood back in, overwhelming him with guilt and sorrow. He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

Luna rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “It’s okay,” she murmured, tears streaming down her own face. “We’re here for you. We’ll get through this together.”

Damon, his eyes filled with relief and gratitude, joined them, placing a reassuring hand on Stefan’s shoulder. “We’ve got you, brother,” he said softly. “You’re not alone.”

From the shadows, Stiles and Isaac stepped forward, their expressions a mix of relief and determination. They had succeeded in their mission, but they knew the road ahead would still be difficult. Together, they would face whatever came next, united by their shared bond and their unwavering commitment to one another.

The large, ornate doors of the Mikaelson mansion creaked open as Luna, Stiles, and Isaac stepped inside. Behind them, a group of Klaus’s hybrids carefully pushed the heavy coffins, each one containing a daggered Mikaelson, into the grand foyer. The air was thick with anticipation and tension.

Klaus stood at the top of the grand staircase, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and relief as he saw his family being returned to him. He descended slowly, his gaze never leaving the coffins.

“You did it,” Klaus said, his voice grudgingly respectful.

“Yes,” Luna replied, her tone calm and composed. “Now, let’s put this behind us.”

Klaus nodded, his demeanor softening slightly, though his eyes remained wary. “Perhaps we can.”

Luna took a step forward, a small smile playing on her lips. “We wanted to add something extra, just to make amends.”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed in curiosity as Isaac and Stiles moved aside, revealing Rebekah’s coffin. “Rebekah,” he murmured, his tone softer and filled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. He turned his piercing gaze back to Luna, genuinely impressed. “How did you manage this?”

Luna’s smile widened, but she kept her secrets close. “You don’t need to know all the details.”

Klaus hummed thoughtfully, clearly curious but respecting her discretion. “Very well.”

The hybrids carefully positioned the coffins, ensuring they were secure before stepping back respectfully. Luna approached Klaus, her expression turning serious. “I’d like to make one thing clear, though. We’re even now, but I need your word that you’ll never hurt my brothers again.”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed slightly, considering her request. “And in exchange?”

“In exchange,” Luna said confidently, “you have a powerful witch on speed dial, no matter when or where.”

Klaus studied her for a moment, weighing his options. Finally, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face. “Agreed,” he said, extending his hand.

Luna shook his hand firmly, sealing their pact. “Thank you, Klaus.”

Klaus nodded, a hint of genuine respect in his eyes. “Thank you, Luna. You’ve proven yourself quite resourceful.”

Isaac and Stiles stood nearby, watching the exchange with relief and admiration. As the hybrids began to move the coffins deeper into the mansion, Luna turned to leave, her friends following closely.

Just as they reached the door, Klaus’s voice stopped them. “Luna,” he called out. She turned to face him, her brow raised in question. “Should you ever need my assistance, do not hesitate to ask.”

Luna nodded, a small but genuine smile on her face. “I appreciate that, Klaus.”

With their agreement in place and a newfound respect between them, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac walked out of the mansion. The tension that had hung over them for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and renewed strength. As they stepped into the night, the path ahead seemed a little brighter, their bond stronger than ever.

Luna sat on the porch steps of the Salvatore Boarding House, gazing out into the tranquil night. The sky was dotted with stars, and the gentle chirping of crickets provided a soothing backdrop. The cool night air felt refreshing after the intense events of the day.

Stiles and Isaac soon joined her, each carrying a soda. Stiles plopped down on her left, while Isaac took a seat on her right. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the peace.

“We did good today,” Stiles finally said, his voice breaking the quiet. He cracked open his soda, taking a long sip before adding, “And by ‘we,’ I mean mostly you, Luna. You were amazing.”

Luna chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, we did.” She took a sip of her own soda, savoring the rare moment of calm.

Isaac stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his elbows. “Do you think things will calm down back in Beacon Hills?” he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

Luna shrugged, her smile turning wistful. “For a little while, maybe. But knowing our luck, probably not for long.” She glanced at Stiles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I mean, you’re still going to be there, Stiles. Trouble follows you like a lost puppy.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Hey, I prefer to think of it as adventure. Besides, where’s the fun in a completely calm life?”

Isaac grinned, nudging Luna playfully. “He’s got a point. We’d probably get bored without a bit of chaos.”

Luna leaned into Isaac’s playful nudge, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. “True. But a few days of peace wouldn’t hurt either.”

They sat in silence again, but this time it was filled with contentment rather than the weight of their recent experiences. The stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and the night felt full of possibilities.

Stiles took another sip of his soda, then looked at Luna and Isaac. “You know, no matter what happens, we’ve got each other. And that’s pretty awesome.”

Luna nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Yeah, it is. No matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.”

Isaac wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. “Here’s to more adventures and a little less drama,” he said, raising his soda can in a mock toast.

Stiles followed suit, lifting his can. “To us, and whatever crazy things come our way.”

Luna clinked her can against theirs, her smile wide and genuine. “To us.”

They sat there on the porch, enjoying each other’s company and the calm of the night, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. For now, this moment of peace was enough.

[luminiamore]

𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖔𝖚𝖘

a stefan salvatore love story.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

selenea

Dear Diary,

Today felt different somehow, aside from the fact that I started school.

I didn't want to, but I figured people would start asking questions if I didn't go. Uncle Zach is still hostile towards me, and I swear I was so close to snapping his neck. Drinking from blood bags every day has been working for me. I've been doing so well this week that I fed from the vein, I even stopped myself before the girl died. My compulsion worked on her, too. She would be proud.

Most of the day went uneventful, except I saw someone who looked identical to Katherine. It's actually crazy how similar they are, almost like doppelgängers. Her name is Elena. I didn't need to ask, her friends were gossiping so loudly it was impossible not to hear. She's not particularly interesting, plain looking, really. But kept staring at me, and I tried my best to ignore it. I could feel some weird possessive energy over me. Maybe it was her. Anyway, she didn't seem to get the hint because she spoke to me after our history class. Actually, she bumped into me after storming out of the boy's bathroom. What a weird girl. I walked away before she could explain herself, though.

She invited me to the Grill with her friends. I would've said yes out of politeness, but I received something in the mail today that made me decline. I was inexplicably drawn to it. It was an invitation to a ball, and I can't remember the last time I went to one. It was for tonight. Could it be from her? Could I possibly see her tonight? Am I even that lucky? God, I hope so. What would I even say to her?

Stefan drops his pen abruptly and looks at the time on the clock near his mattress. Shit. He had an hour until the ball started, and he hadn't even started getting ready. Amid his panic, he hears the doorbell ring.

"Zach? You gonna answer that?" He yells out, his voice echoing in the quiet mansion. No response. So he sighed and sped downstairs, he didn't have time to waste. Upon opening the door, Stefan couldn't have been more shocked— Damon?

"Hello, brother." The older Salvatore brother utters out in the foggy night, a smirk on his lips.

"...When'd you get here?" Stefan's voice held a hint of longing, nervousness, and, admittedly, a bit of fear. He wasn't afraid of his brother, but more so what his brother thought of him now.

"Well, I couldn't miss your first day at school. That Elena girl seems to have a thing for you. Ring any bells?" He pushes past Stefan and stomps into the house, all the more cocky.

Damon continues on, " I mean, the resemblance is just uncanny, Stefan. Y'know, for a distant ancestor, Katherine really nailed the gene pool."

"I suppose, but I'm not really interested. It's been fifteen years, Damon. I-" Stefan pauses, recalling the comforting words of his angelic beauty. He had to be honest and understanding. "..I missed you."

Damon falters. What? This was definitely different from what he was expecting. He expected brooding, reluctance, hatred even. He clenched his jaw, "No need for flattery, brother. I promised you an eternity of misery, so I'm just keeping my word."

"I deserve that. You disappeared before I ever got the chance to apologize for.. for turning you. I am deeply sorry. I just didn't want to be alone, and you were all I had." He pauses, tears trembling from his eyes. Stefan could feel his throat clogging up, the emotions and the pain from that day resurfacing his mind. "I didn't want to lose you, Damon."

The door was still open, and the wind blew profusely against his skin. Comfort. Safety. That is all he felt as he finished his declaration. The wind was whispering in his ear, telling him everything was okay. That it was proud. One of the tears bubbling on his eyelid finally fell, cascading down his defined jawline.

Damon watches, his face softening briefly before his smirk pops back up. There's a hint of vulnerability and a lingering bitterness in his eyes when he finally responds, "Oh, spare me the melodrama, Stefan. You didn't want to be alone? Join the club. Took you long enough to admit it. Don't worry, forgave you a while ago. Besides, we both know you couldn't live without me."

Understanding, Stefan reminds himself. He needs to be understanding.

"I know you felt the same loneliness I did, Damon. Despite everything, I know you couldn't bear the thought of losing me either. We're in this together, whether you like it or not."

A strained smile meets the older Salvatore's lips, "Poetic. Care for a drink? I know we've got that aged bourbon waiting for us down in the cellar."

"As much as I'd love to, I have a ball to get ready for. Speaking of, you should come with."

A scrunch in Damon's face, "A ball? What is this, the 1600s?" He gasps, pretending to look disappointed, "Don't tell me you've got a powdered wig hidden away in your closet, Stef."

A roll of Stefan's eyes. He missed this, the banter that only the siblings would have. He's so happy. He's so glad he's got his brother back.

"Ha-ha." An entirely dry laugh with an amused expression. "You coming? I don't really know anyone there."

Damon pretended to think, but his little brother already knew what his answer was when he started ascending the long stairway, an infamous smirk dancing across his lips, "Why not? I'd never miss an opportunity to embarrass you in front of a crowd."

He stares at his brother for a moment,"You seem different, happier even. Find a new species of bunny to snack on?"

"If you could call humans bunnies, then yeah, I guess so."

Stefan chuckled as he sped past his brother to his room, feeling that he successfully caught Damon off guard when he hadn't heard a response. He looks at his still-opened journal, then pen sitting idly next to it, and he figures... He can spare one more minute.

I got my brother back tonight, and I couldn't be happier. For some reason, I feel like that's another big step closer to feeling complete.

chapter two. chapter four

[halfmoonshines]

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summary: Damon only ever had that smile for you.

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You groaned as you trekked behind the group, fully convinced that this could not get any worse. Not only was the southern heat creating a shine of sweat on your skin, but the constant bickering from the rest of your cohort was driving you crazy.

"If you're annoyed Elena, imagine how the vampires feel. We could've just zipped through the woods without you guys." Caroline made an excellent point.

"So why did we even come?" Your question was exasperated and Damon's light laugh came from behind you, one of his hands coming to rest on your lower back.

"The more eyes there are, the more likely we are to find this tomb." Stefan replied.

"I would argue that you guys could've covered five times as much ground by this point if we weren't slowing you down." You paused your walk for a moment, head thrown back to try and gulp in some of the balmy air.

That air promptly left your lungs, however, when Damon swept you into his arms. You couldn't help but shriek a bit, hastily wrapping your arms around his neck. "Damon. I'm sticky and stinky."

He raised an eyebrow at you, lips arranging themselves in a mirthful smile. "My favorite version of you."

Caroline shook her head violently. "Ew, guys."

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The darkness in the room was almost suffocating you but you didn't have the strength to not suffer inside of it. You didn't know how long you had been sitting there, or when it had gotten so bad, but somewhere along the way you had stopped caring.

You had days like this sometimes, where your mental health was virtually nonexistent and you would rather sit alone in the dark with your thoughts rather than flick the light on and reveal the very real things behind those thoughts.

You vaguely heard the door open downstairs, and Damon's voice was like a lance through the fog in your mind. "Babe? Are you upstairs?"

You stayed silent though, brow furrowing while you tried to overcome the block in your brain that was stopping you from speaking. All that came was a frustrated sigh.

That was enough for the vampire, who quickly appeared in your room, seeming unperturbed by the thick blanket of darkness and despair. He came to sit next to you on the edge of the bed, hand finding yours to interlace your fingers.

"Bad brain day?" His tone was gentle, not a hint of judgement tinged into it. You appreciated that.

You gave a nod, slumping into the safety of his arms. He was always so sturdy, a rock against whatever storm you encountered.

He hummed low in his throat and pulled you both back onto the bed, turning on the fairy lights hanging around the room and tucking you under his chin.

That was where you laid for hours before he convinced you to have dinner, more than happy to let you feel whatever you needed.

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"Are we sure that she is not going to lose her mind when she finds us doing this?" Damon sounded incredibly unsure, paintbrush dangling from his fingers.

You discarded your own, placing hands on hips before you replied. "It's washable paint and it's Caroline's 18th birthday!! Decorating her car is a great idea, trust me."

He raised an eyebrow at you and approached, coming chest to chest and threatening to get the paint dripping from his brush onto you. "Painting the most OCD Barbie I know's car as a surprise? Seems risky."

Your smile was devilish in return. "Since when does a little risk scare you, Salvatore?" You had barely finished your sentence before a gasp escaped, a line of paint now going down your cheek.

"Literally never." He lunged away as you grabbed for him, and you ended up painting yourselves much more than you touched the car.

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PART THREE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,064k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

Monsters consumed her entire world; Y/N thought of them every day and in every moment. She would watch people as she passed them on the street and wonder if they harboured any grim secrets; monsters were considerably more common than one would expect. However, there was a time when this was not the case. As a young girl, she never fully understood why her family moved from motel to motel, never finding a home to settle in. 

She and her brothers would stay in the shabby rooms, watching cartoons as their father disappeared for hours, only to return covered in grime and blood. Eventually, Dean joined in on these late-night escapades and soon after, Sam. They held hushed conversations over old-looking journals Y/N was never allowed to see. 

She had never known anything different; it came alongside her life of greasy diners and dingy mattresses.

However, she had always known that something was wrong. Even at a young age, she was bright enough to know that normal fathers did not teach their children how to wield knives and set traps. And they definitely did not pass their six-year-old children handguns. Her small hands and feeble arms barely able to hold on as it recoiled.

On the morning of her eleventh birthday, her father had taken her to an old friend, saying she needed a specific tattoo and that he would not ask questions. The young girl was shocked. Y/N knew this was not regular for kids her age; she supposed they were only for grownups. However, looking back, she recalled her brothers receiving them as well. Her father hushed and comforted her as she cried in his arms; the pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. When she drew back from his embrace, upon her upper left arm was now a star, enclosed by a circle of black, simple flames. Her father had told her that 'it was a small amount pain for a lifetime of protection from things that would hurt her'. She shuddered when she thought of what these 'things' might be. 

However, by her next birthday, she no longer had to wonder. Y/N would never forget the day she learnt about the frightening past-times of her family. It was a turning point in her life, something she could never change, no matter how many times since that moment she wished she could.

The tires of the Impala had rolled noisily over the gravel of the dimly lit car park. The motel's neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow across its sleek, black metal as John Winchester pulled out onto the barren street. Inside the room, the air was palpable. Y/N remembered every detail of the night perfectly. The smell of old books and gun oil mingled with the acrid tang of old manchester. She recalled how the walls seemed to sag under the weight of time, the air thick with the scent of dampness and decay. She was supposed to be alseep as her adolescent brothers, Sam and Dean, sat hunched over a precarious table, staring fixedly at a map.

Across the room, Y/N lied on her side, back turned and clutching the pillow with white-knuckled fingers. Her eyes were wide, staring unblinkingly at the peeling wallpaper of the motel, the thump of her pounding heart reaching her ears. 

Y/N Winchester, the youngest of the three, had always had a lingering suspicion that her family was disparate from that of a regular household. Their late-night departures and whispered conversations had all hinted at something dark, something they deliberately withheld from her. 

But as she listened to the low humming of their voices, her whole world had unravelled. Monsters, demons, and things ‘that went bump in the night’ were real. And her family hunted them.

Dean's voice broke, brueque and urgent, breaking her from her spiralling thoughts. 

‘We've got a lead on a group of vampires, Sammy. Pack your bags. We’ll leave in the morning.’ Sam nodded, his gaze fixed on the map. 

Y/N's breath hitched. Vampires? She had always believed they were creatures of folklore and myth, the subjects of peoples’ nightmares. But suddenly, the reality of this fact became true for her. Had she not seen her father carve out intricate stakes? And replace the bullets in his guns with wooden alternatives? She had been too young to give any of these details consideration. Though as Y/N lay in the bleak corner of the room, absorbing the information her brothers had unknowingly disclosed, she felt remarkably obtuse.

Y/N sat up and allowed her consciousness to become known to her brothers. 

Her voice had shaken, fear entwined between each syllable. ‘Vampires?’

She had wanted to say more, but her words caught in her throat. 

Both heads snapped up, surprise and shock corroding their features. Dean's eyes widened, and he exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Sam.

‘Y/N, you shouldn't be awake,’ Sam had said, his voice holding an edge of distress,

‘No, I need to know,’ Y/N insisted, her hands trembling. ‘What else don’t I know? Why do you do this?’

Dean sighed heavily, the weight of this fretful secret hardening his expression. The brother did not know how their father would react to their carelessness; she should not have found out like this. 

‘Sit down, Y/N. We'll explain.’

As they spoke and described the monsters of this sphere in great detail, Y/N listened, perturbed yet enthralled. Her childish, insular world expanded with each revelation; the bleakness that her family fought against was far more vast than she had any right to envisage. 

The creatures from her childhood nightmares were real; her father and brothers took it upon themselves to eradicate these fiends.

As days bled into nights, the Impala sped down highways and quiet country roads, carrying the Winchesters from one hunt to the next as it always had, only now, Y/N knew why. She observed and learned, engrossed in every piece of information they shared. 

Her father had attempted to teach her how to wield a gun many years prior, though he eventually gave up, her negligent demeanour discouraging. But with the threat of monsters now a burden upon her shoulders, Y/N reconsidered her juvenile disinterest and learned to fire a gun. She allowed the recoil to sting her palms until callouses formed. 

She memorised incantations, reciting them like a mantra to banish unwelcome spectres. Once a foreign language, the lore became familiar, etched into her memory like the back of her hand.

As weeks turned into months, which then rolled into years, Y/N’s alteration became undeniable; she was a hunter. 

Her knowledge was vast; her determination and resolve were unyielding. Yet, she would always be the neonate of the Winchester clan, never a hunter in her own right.

This fact was the catalyst for her departure to Mystic Falls.

Y/N Winchester hardly believed that a single town could have such a vast history of misfortune; why did this small quaint community hold such an aptitude for catastrophe? Vampires, Witches and Werewolves were just a few of the creatures that Y/N was sure stalked the streets of Mystic Falls, and with all of the disasters claiming innocent lives, she was almost certain that the uncanny town had its fair share of ghosts as well. 

Over the decades, Mystic Falls' history bore witness to many tribulations. Tragedies were not at all uncommon for the abnormal town. Yet its reputation as a charming, radiant community still proceeded it. Y/N had to admit that maybe the council was more successful than she gave it credit for, only not successful enough for her hunters’ disposition.

She found it most curious that the Lockwood family, from what she could discern, had seemingly been cursed with lycanthropy for generations, and despite this, still participated in the council’s hunting of vampires. 

Y/N’s research led her to Civil Hall, which housed the incredibly grim and macabre Founder’s archives. 

Beginning in the early 19th century, the Founding Families, including the Salvatores, Lockwoods, Gilberts, Forbes, and Fells, laid the foundation for the thriving community of Mystic Falls. Their historical influence reverberated through the town's architecture, traditions and the very spirit that defined it. Y/N found that each family brought a unique facet to the tapestry of Mystic Falls. They built homes, a school, and a place of worship. As the seasons passed, Mystic Falls flourished, its streets lined with elms, its gardens ablaze with vibrant blossoms and the town square; a bustling hub of commerce and camaraderie.

Amidst this idyllic setting, the Founding Families recognized the coexistence of the supernatural world alongside their own, understanding that the existence of these paranormal fiends could not be known by the greater population. So they established the Town Council, set on eradicating these monsters from their picturesque town. Under their leadership and protection, the Council became the linchpin of Mystic Falls' unique social fabric. And although they attempted to cover the town’s dark secret with reports of ordinary things, it was a delicate balance and one that required vigilance and discretion. However, the holes in their stories did not go unnoticed by the young Winchester.

She had found that in 1864 during the Civil War, Confederate Soldiers had fired on Fell’s Church, believing the establishment had been harbouring weapons. Twenty-Seven people were killed. However, this report did not sit well with Y/N; its contents held many hallmarks of the recent ‘animal killings’. To the young hunter, it sounded like a coverup. 

Y/N travelled to the forsaken church nonetheless, bearing an EMF Meter and salt. She was unsurprised to find that the building held no signs of the odious spirits you would expect. Though, beneath its old withering structure, lay an abandoned tomb; Y/N shivered, wondering what had been inside it.

Y/N was sure to return to the archives in Civil Hall as there was too much to look at in one session. And upon her second trip, she uncovered something that left her feeling uneasy. In storage were artifacts from a heritage display recently held by the Founder’s Council; within said display was a registry listing the names of the guestlist for the original Founder’s event. 

The document had read,

'The Founding Families of Mystic Falls, Virginia welcome you to the inaugural Founders Council Celebration on this, the twenty-fourth of September in the year Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Four.'

Her gloved fingers skimmed down the old parchment until she reached a name written in an even, ornate scrawl. She felt her heart beating in her throat, 

'Damon Salvatore'

No, she thought, he couldn’t be…

She hollowly noted the name of his brother 'Stefan Salvatore' stetched onto the aged paper as well. Y/N, heart sinking, recalled her initial suspicion of Damon on the night they met; she had felt saddened by the idea of him being a monster. Though, she had quickly ridiculed these ideas as she learnt of his surname. Y/N dejectedly reminisced Caroline’s warnings, and suddenly, she heard them in a new light. 

'Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?'

Y/N had thought Caroline’s dislike for Damon was due to some trivial gossip. Though was it possible her admonitions hinted at something much more sinister?

She shook her head as if trying to banish unwelcome thoughts; once again, she concluded that she must be overreacting. He hailed from a Founding Family; they did not take matters of the supernatural lightly. And besides, she had heard him talk of the animal killings with the sheriff herself. He could not be a vampire. 

Perhaps these people on the registry had been namesakes for the brothers? Surely, in a community that valued its heritage so much, it would not be unusual to be named for your late ancestors? And as a hunter, how could her instincts be so wrong? So out of touch? 

Y/N Winchester had not yet fallen in love with the blue-eyed man, though with each conversation and interaction, Y/N knew falling in love would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling down. 

No, she thought, this time more confident, he couldn’t be. 

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"Hello, Stefan." Damon greeted, his eyes never leaving Louise's. The two girls turned to see the youngest Salvatore standing in the doorway, his face hard, looking straight at Damon. "Elena, Louise. I didn't know you guys were coming over." Stefan addressed them but his eyes never leaving Damon. "I know. We should have called, I just-" Elena started but Damon cut her off. "Oh, don't be silly." Damon said and Louise took a step close to her sister. "You're both welcome any time. Aren't they, Stefan? You know, I should break out the family photo albums or some home movies. But…I have to warn you. He wasn't always such a looker." He nudged Elena playfully. Louise and Elena smiled. He smirked at his brother who was looking at him coldly. "Thank you for stopping by, girls." Stefan said, his gaze still fixed on his elder brother, staring harshly at him. "Nice to see you." he said, clearly hinting for them to leave. Louise's eyes widened slightly, a little taken back by Stefan's rudeness. "Yea, we should probably go." Louise nodded, glancing at her twin. "We need to go." Tangled Diaries 1.02 'The Night of the Comet'

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Unexpected Connection - Elena Gilbert x reader

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The quaint town of Mystic Falls held more secrets than anyone could fathom. You found yourself drawn there, not knowing why, until fate brought you face-to-face with Elena Gilbert. The moment your eyes met, a spark of recognition passed between you, as if destiny had orchestrated this meeting.

Elena welcomed you into her circle of friends, introducing you to the enigmatic Salvatore brothers, Stefan and Damon. As days turned into nights, you felt a magnetic pull towards Elena. There was an unspoken connection, something deeper than friendship, though you couldn't decipher it.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Elena found yourselves on the Gilbert porch, gazing at the stars. The air was charged with the kind of tension that precedes life-altering moments.

"Elena," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this place… about you. It's like I've known you forever, even though we've only just met."

Elena's gaze turned intense, searching your eyes for answers. "I feel it too," she admitted. "It's as if our paths were meant to cross."

The truth hung unspoken between you: the mystical currents of Mystic Falls had bound you together in a way that defied logic.

As weeks passed, you and Elena's connection deepened. You spent your days researching the town's history, stumbling upon ancient texts that hinted at a prophecy involving a stranger who would bring both salvation and danger to Mystic Falls.

One evening, Stefan revealed that a powerful vampire coven had caught wind of the prophecy and believed you were the key to unlocking it. Danger loomed, threatening not only the town but also the fragile bond you'd formed with Elena.

Facing the unknown, you and Elena stood side by side. You trained with the Salvatores, honing your skills in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. Amidst the chaos and fear, your feelings for Elena grew stronger. She was your anchor, your solace in the storm.

In the midst of battle, as you fought alongside Elena against the vampire coven, her strength and determination ignited a fire within you. When the dust settled, and the danger was vanquished, Elena turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more.

With the moon hanging in the sky, its gentle light casting a glow over Mystic Falls, Elena stepped closer to you. "I can't deny it anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "I've fallen for you, in ways I can't explain."

Your heart raced as you looked into her eyes, seeing your own feelings reflected back. "Elena," you confessed, "from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that defied reason. I'm in love with you."

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, you sealed your confession with a kiss—a promise of all the unspoken words, shared experiences, and emotions that had grown between you.

As the town of Mystic Falls began to heal from the wounds of the supernatural conflict, you and Elena continued to fall deeper for each other. The bond that fate had woven between you proved unbreakable, and together, you faced the unknown with unwavering courage, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

THE END

[kcthescreamqueen]

I'm sorry about the past few weeks of not having a poll lifes being a bitch to me, however It's Thursday! You know what that means, it's Poll Thursday, and this week we're going to be doing an OG TVD character! Remember we've already done Care and Bonnie! Now it's time for the guessing game 😝

Hint One: He had an abusive father

Do you have an idea?

Hint two: His mother died when he was young

Hint Three: He was locked up for many years

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DAMON SALVATORE!

Our last winner of the TVD Ship Poll was:

FAGE