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“Does anyone,” Damon says, quietly but with feeling, “in this town stay dead?”
Struck dumb, Stefan can relate to the sheer disbelief practically radiating off of his brother in such a way that it must be visible on some spectrum or another.
Mystic Falls’ usual threshold of witchy reality bending aside, this has no explanation.
Just Giuseppe Salvatore appearing out of the blue.
He’s standing there, straight backed as ever, wearing clothes that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Gone With the Wind. Sharp eyes linger on the Boarding House’s decor. He frowns at the television set.
“You’re welcome~” Katherine sing-songs, sauntering past Giuseppe to lean against the back wall, standing somewhere people would need to turn to look at her, just to make them uncomfortable with her not being in their line of sight. “It had been Mikael they had been aiming for, but I may have swapped out a few important vials of blood.”
Of course she had something to do with this. Somehow, all roads lead back to Katherine.
The recently resurrected human stiffens at the sight of her, face a picture perfect example of displeased disgust while somehow maintaining a well-bred facade. And doesn’t that expression take Stefan right back to 1864, standing in the room while Father spoke to his business associates over cigars and pointedly expensive whiskey. “Miss Pierce.”
“Mr Salvatore,” Katherine responds, dipping into a curtesy that should not be so on point, considering she’s wearing painted on skinny jeans and not skirts over crinoline. She’d appear as innocent as any schoolgirl, except the devilish light in her eyes ruins the image.
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Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.
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mmmmmmm pookz do you have any words for me to readddddd???????????
I have unearthed this relic from an ancient word doc. It is incomplete, but:
Pouting, Damon tosses his last earring onto the table. It lands next to its brethren, clinking against polished wood. “Stop cheating,” he complains.
He’s losing, which sucks. Losing always sucks, but something about losing to Enzo is especially vexing. Probably because Damon knows the man won’t bring it up, but he will smirk and Damon will just know that he’s thinking about it. Like that time with the snowboards and almost-avalanche. Enzo hadn’t gloated--much--but Damon would look at him and know he was remembering it, but especially the way Damon had finished that race face first in snow.
“Cheating?” Enzo scoffs. “I’m cheating?”
“Yeah. Three straight flushes in a row? At least be more discreet.”
Enzo gestures to the pile of jewelry glittering between them. “And this is good sportsmanship?”
Three sets of earrings and an eyebrow stud glint innocently in the light. “You wear piercings. They count.”
“No,” Enzo tells him. “They don’t. But I suppose I’ll allow it, since you’re so abominable at this.”
“Hey! Fuck you—“
“Maybe later.”
“—I’m great at strip poker!” Damon defends himself. He makes a face at Enzo. “You just cheat.”
Enzo smiles. Damon resists the urge to throw his cards at his stupid face. “Prove it.”
Fangs bared and eyes black, Damon growls. Enzo’s smile kicks up a degree, genuinely amused. Scowling, Damon withdraws his fangs. “I will. Eventually.”
Humming, Enzo reshuffles the cards. Damon tries to keep a sharp eye on him, but is soon distracted by a car approaching. Glancing towards the door, he tries to place the engine but doesn’t recognize it. It cuts off, a door opening then slamming closed. A human heartbeat approaches the house, stopping right at the door. The doorbell rings.
“Expecting visitors?” Enzo asks, sliding Damon’s cards across the tabletop. Damon’s attention snaps back to the other vampire, who offers him a sweet expression. Well, guess he’s losing this hand too.
“No,” he says, not bothering to get up. Hopefully whoever it is will get the hint and go away so that Damon can lose the rest of his dignity in peace.
Besides, they have plans.
The strip poker is more of a time filler, because the club they’re supposed to be going to tonight isn’t open yet, but Damon hasn’t seen his best friend in months and Mystic Falls’ latest Drama™ can wait until morning. Or preferably until tomorrow afternoon, because Damon’s plans include still being clubbing in the morning or at least having spectacular sex. If he doesn’t pass and or black out at some point during the night, then he’s failed his one goal.
The visitor is revealed to be Jenna, who is there to pick up Elena, but Elena and Stefan are still out, so she joins in on the card game while she waits.
With narrowed eyes, Damon reaches up and starts to unscrew the piercing in his tongue.
“Ohmygod,” Jenna mutters to herself. Then she rallies. “You—Uh, you can keep that one over there.”
“Scared of a little bodily fluid?” Damon asks her, but still deposits the little silver ball into an empty bourbon glass.
“I don’t know where you’ve been,” Jenna says, frank.
Wincing, Damon chuckles, “Ouch.”
“Good decision,” Enzo solemnly tells her. He stretches, rolling his shoulders back. Then smirks at Jenna when she has to drag her eyes away.
“So,” she says, just the littlest bit squeakily, “another round?”
Jenna wins. Damon and Enzo are both cheating but she’s great at cards and is taking advantage of them being focused on flirting/bickering with each other.
Did you…? Damon’s tilt of the head asks.
A little wide eyed, Enzo shakes his. No.
Oh. Okay. So Jenna won all on her lonesome then. That’s terrifying. Damon kind of wants to take her to Vegas.
Anyway, Ending A: Stefan and Elena get there in time to watch her absolutely destroy the other two—Enzo’s missing most of his clothes and Damon is too while she’s got the pile by her chair. The two of them enter just in time to interrupt them fully losing their underwear.
Ending B: Stefan and Elena are delayed/Stefan just drops her off at her house and Jenna goes with them to the club.
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I saw something about Damon being a shapeshifter and going gender is stupid. Any more hcs or scenarios on that?
alkfdjalkfjdsf okay okay so!!! In S1 he was very much playing a role. He was the Bad Guy. Except that was to mask his real mission. He was there to save Katherine. Tormenting Stefan and causing trouble in Mystic falls are also goals, but secondary to the first, more amusements than anything. He also probably spent literal decades planning out exactly how everything was going to go. Some of his decisions were absolutely for the Drama. Like. Taking a Founding Family Daughter to a Ball in the Lockwood Manor to Retrieve the Amulet-Key??? Dramaaaa. He didn't need to do that. (I mean part of it was def Bothering Stefan, but he really could have just gotten an invitation into the house discreetly at any point prior. There was time between the comet 'charging' Emily's Amulet and the night of the party.) It really just strikes me as 'This is The Plan.' one he's spent who knows how long thinking of. So he has a Role to Play. That role is romantic hero/vengeful lover. He's very set on that, plus I imagine he wanted to present himself as similar, but not quite the same as the man Katherine has once known. Being in Mystic Falls, he's deliberately portraying a version of himself.
This being a very rambling way to say that after he realizes his entire life was based off a lie, Damon goes back to--like yeah sure I'm generally guy-shaped--(insert someone repeating 'generally?' with confusion here)--but who cares about that??? This vampire has spent decades hanging out in every dive bar imaginable and a lot of them had been drag clubs and gay bars and sex clubs and every shade of what society demanded be kept away from the rest of them. Gender isn't even like. some unimportant human concept to him, it's also one humans Made Up that doesn't apply to Other Humans and some of them just enforce the idea of it. It starts off small, in the 'when did you paint your nails?' sense, then he just starts going, yeah this IS a woman's top, but I'm rocking it and I Can Kill You, i think that's more important than how good I look in this sweater. Boots with more of a heel to them, occasional makeup, just whatever he feels like at the time. Sometimes he keeps his original body but wears a skirt, sometimes it's ambiguously androgynous in the 'excuse me, ma'am--sir? sorry, uh, here's your coffee.' And sometimes it's oh those are very much breasts, but that is a men's shirt and his face has stubble. Very nice clothes, like he had tailored shirts in canon, it's the same here. Really nice tops and skirts and shoes. Makeup On Point, expensive stuff, subtle jewelry, Caroline is lowkey annoyed he has such good taste. and also keeps wanting to look through his closet. Throw in some shapeshifting and its 'Are you a man or a woman?' 'I'm a vampire. Sometimes I'm a crow.' 'But what's in your pants?' 'fangs.' Given how very small town 2009 Mystic Falls is, this does not endear him to some people and probably sets him further apart than he was in canon. Though, I do like to imagine that the Originals don't even blink at this and just take it in stride before going back to their Murder Plots. Elijah is particularly gentlemanly, and does all those automatic 'holding out his arm' or 'holding the door, or a jacket' gestures with no reserve.
At some point Damon replaces all the (he usually goes by he because he doesn't especially equate pronouns with gender and does switch it up occasionally but sticks with he/him and his original name bc that's what he introduced himself as and bc Stefan would Make It a Thing--more about Damon throwing away every connection to his human life than him being a jackass, i think, but) but he replaces the pictures of the original Salvatore Siblings in the town archives and basically invents a sister solely for the purposes of gaslighting people into thinking he's the Original Damon Salvatore's Vampire Twin Sister Who Assumed Her Brother's Identity. Elena has to actually ask Stefan if he has a sister, which he denies, except it was a confusing conversation which left her unsure if they actually had a sister at some point or not and Damon somehow convinces her that Stefan doesn't know the actual truth and that he's his own twin. (He was very bored between the post-Tomb Opening binge drinking and depressed episodes.)
Katherine, watching this go down through binoculars: I think I'm proud? Shame he's going to try to kill me, I want to know where he gets his shoes.
i imagine if he wanted to keep up the Masquerade, but walk around town in a different form, he has an ID and backstory all set for a distant cousin on his mother's side. Her name is Desdemona, yeah they do look a lot alike, they both take after their mother's family. Stefan, stuck escorting his 'cousin' around town: please stop inventing Family Drama to talk about, you literally killed off any real family we have.
Damon, who has made a fake family tree and charts and has files on personalities complete with Thanksgiving Dinner Level Gossip: Not on your life. Don't you want to know how cousin Georgina gets back at Evil Aunt Charlotte?
Stefan: ...you need a hobby. A different hobby.
Damon: listen, it's this or murder. you pick.
Stefan: *sighs* Did Cousin Georgina elope?
Damon: She Eloped!! This, of course, enraged Evil Aunt Charlotte so much she had a heart attack and died!! Right there in the dining room!!
Stefan: we told people we were orphans with no close family, Damo--..Desdemona.
Damon, mentally plotting out how Evil Aunt Charlotte's funeral is going to have suspicious man in all black attend, who, when he turns to leave, reveals a gun under his jacket: We were estranged, problem solved. They didn't like Father. honestly, who did?
okay that took a very cracky turn but!! Vampires using their powers and immortality for Ridiculous Shit is my favorite thing
Gradually practicing until he can hold a full shift for as long as he wants and just disappears for a week to be a bird bc god knows the murders hanging around town are more fun than the people. Blood red lipstick and winged eyeliner and feathers nearly blending in with black hair. Eyes a touch too wide or irises oddly sized, dark blue nearly corner to corner. Spends a month breaking limbs oddly often bc he fucked up his bones and now theyre hollow even when he’s human-shaped. Maybe in this verse vampires are a bit wilder, a bit more connected to dark powers, and Damon especially so. Some others get stuck or can only partially adopt animal form, giving them a bestial appearance—and play their part in the myth of vampirism, the origin of some of the world’s stories.
Stefan can’t shift, doesn’t really have that talent and has none on animal blood, but when he isn’t maybe he can float a bit. Some murderous parody of Peter Pan—forever young and forever luring people away never to be seen again. (He could fly in the books, once he’s had more than animal blood. So could Damon.)
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It just always bugged me, that damon left enzo. Like in season 1-3 i got the impression that Damon is the loyal type, you know do anything for people you care about? So the damon leaving enzo just didn't sit right with me. Like hello, This is the same guy who waited 150 something years to free katherine even without humanity? Not to mention everything he's done for Elena. So the Enzo thing just doesn't make sense. Any hc or theory or anything to make it better??!!
oh i knowwwww it bugs me too, so much. I read somewhere (i tried to find it again but couldn't so this is hearsay) that originally it was going to be Katherine and Enzo in Augustine, and that's why the events played out like they had and why some of Enzo's dialogue is more romantic than I imagine the show would have done if it'd been written for Damon (you ruin me, specifically--though that may just be me)
Anyways, I usually go with 'Damon was the only one who knew Katherine was trapped and how to let her out' and he wasn't just choosing between his own life and Enzo's, he was choosing hers too. By that point, he and Enzo had a few conversations about Damon finding something to hold out for and Katherine is at one point brought up--so he'd definitely still been thinking of her while imprisoned.
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Kol and Damon. Any hcs?
hmm, not really any specific ones. honestly given how they decided to hate each other on sight in canon, i think it would be very amusing to flip that. Immediate cahoots. They spend Esther's ball gossiping and discussing murder techniques. Their siblings and every other person in the know is Concerned by this in the 'this is going to end badly' kind of way. Possibly a 'this is going to end with something on fire' Mostly I could see them bonding about their being the 'bad guy' in the family, they start their own little club. After the ball--and after a few murder attempts, bc like. They'd still be on opposite sides at that point and neither are the type to let something enjoying a person's company for a night stand in the way of killing them if they had cause to--I could see them keeping up the acquaintance solely because it causes trouble. It slowly morphs into actual friendship, not that either would define it that. Oh, to their friends and family, yeah, like: oh im going to go hang out with my good friend, perhaps we will start a murder mystery game except we are the killers and the players are the police. It elicits much sighing and worrying and snide comments about not getting caught or making a mess. Except they go to a concert instead. There's a murder in the news the next day they jokingly take credit for, but they'd actually just gone to like three different venues trying to find a more modern genre Kol enjoys. Its very much some grand joke right up until they catch Feelings. Friendship Feelings. Perhaps other ones, though I imagine they'd be most distressed about Genuine Goodwill and Such. Mostly I like to imagine them being a Terrible Influence on the other but specifically in the We're Off to Commit a Crime!! ;D kind of way.
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I really like the ship klamon but the thing is i haven't a clue on how it could fit in canon. I'm like thinking of a gradual thing where they're like slowly going from enemies? to allies to frenemies to lovers, (all the stages filled with appropriate sass, sarcasm and bickering ofcourse) because I'm a sucker for slowburns. Like they are somewhere between allies and frenemies in TVD and then in TO they finally get together. Do you have any ideas on how this could happen in canon. And how to stick klamon in 'The Originals'? And how it would change the plot?
akf;dlfjakdfj a okay, just a warning, this ain't my rodeo. I'll do my best, but I don't consider myself good at writing Klaus. Plus their respective control issues make this a lil tricky...
Okay, so. You know how Alaric was possessed by Klaus that one time? That would make a good beginning. Give him an up close and more personal perspective on Damon, who he'd only know via rep and Stefan before this. I mean I think he'd mostly considered Damon someone who was Katherine's toy and was still dogging after doppelgangers (Elena) at that point? But in Alaric's body, he'd be a bit closer, have a measure of trust. So Damon wouldn't be quite as in-ur-face-fuck-you as he would have been. (I mean. Still, a little, bc I think he's allergic to showing genuine emotion at that point, at least under normal circumstances, he let his guard down around Elena a lot more) So mayyybe Damon kidnaps AlariKlaus to try and find out more on Big Bad Klaus??? Research spree, contacts some witches whatevs. They probably hit a bunch of dead ends, evenif they did manage to find a lead, AlariKlaus would nip that shit in the bud. Just trailing along, having fun listening to his own legend and watching Damon get more and more frustrated.
Maybe they learn more about what Klaus did to Katherine or someone else or a hundred other stories where he'd taken revenge on a person and burned down their entire life. And Damon, annoyed and doing that im-not-joking-but-people-will-assume-i-am thing alludes to his Augustine revenge spree. Maybe something along the lines of like 'yeah, well, that's not special, I've done similar. Just ask-*insert massacre here*' Which. Alaric would not connect those dots. He'd think it some kind of joke in poor taste. Klaus? Connects a few. He'd heard about it. Those deaths had obviously been a vampire, but no one had known who. Until now.
Damon is suddenly a little bit more interesting.
And he's got to have some kind of hobby so he starts trying to unravel Damon Salvatore. Starts paying attention to him. Does a good job of acting friendly, but starts shedding a little of Ric. Then a little more, less on purpose. Starts fucking with his head, making him second guess his relationships, make him question if he's still chasing after Katherine by trying to protect Elena. All under the guise of pretending to be his friend.
Wow this got a lil dark.
Anyways. Canon. Except Damon has to contend with the fact that he'd liked the person he'd thought he was becoming close with. And that person is not who he thought he was. And Klaus is still studying Damon, who he now knows better and maybe holds a bit more regard for.
Okay my brain is fried, i need nap. Hope u like the start tho. Feel free to use it as u please.
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Do you have any hc about Damon's season 1 powers? I'm especially interested in shapeshifter!damon. The whole concept is quite fun to imagine. Also why do you think he has these extra powers? Personally after the whole lily thing I like to imagine that Damon is an untrained heretic. Also a scenario where hos powers would be revealed to scooby gang and/or the mikaelsons.
okay, okay so. Prepare for a short essay. (Sorry)
Intro!! So, in the Vampire Diaries books, vampires have Powers (capital letter and all) that feature things like weather manipulation, shapeshifting, flying, elemental control, telepathy, I think they can see auras or sense other vampire's Power. The books and the show are only like barely related. A lot was changed to make the show. (The Salvatores' ages, for one--they'd been Renaissance era men who'd killed each other in a duel over, you guessed it, Katherine. A ton of characters had personality changes (show Bonnie is better, imo), and book Caroline was an antagonist, plus Jeremy straight up didn't exist, Elena had a v young sister. So on, so forth, everything ended up super different.)
The show started off a (teeny) bit closer to the source material, but sharply diverged, including getting rid of the Powers thing. Something about it being too supernatural???? in the vampire show??? idk might have to fact check me on that one think I read it somewhere random.
But, as we know, it's heavily implied, and outright stated in some cases in early S1 that Show!Damon has access to some kind of power. Controlling the weather, controlling animals (perhaps shapeshifting, but maybe just a connection), and a long distance kind of hypnosis.
What we know about it:
In episode 1, a crow is seen following Elena around. It shows up multiple times. In the car with Bonnie, at the graveyard, when she goes to the Salvatore House for the first time. The crow heralds Damon's reappearance to his brother. Stefan says, "Crow's a bit much-" which implies this is a Thing that he knows about. Damon replies, "Wait until you see what I can do with fog."
The very first scene Damon is in, the opening with the couple on the way back from some concert (i think) it's foggy. They mention something about it that implies it shouldn't be foggy, or that it wasn't previously. Like, "What's with all the fog?" At the graveyard, Elena sees a crow, then it starts becoming much more foggy.
Bonnie, at some point, touches Elena and says she sees a crow, some fog, and a man.
It's foggy when Vicki is attacked.
So. We've established those two things. Moving on.
There's that one scene where Damon is locked up and long distance compels Caroline to free him--i think after calling the crow into his cell and eating it to gain that strength? maybe--it's heavily implied because he fed on her they have a connection he can use to influence her mind without direct compulsion.
I'm sure there's other examples, but I can only watch so much of S1 at a time.
OKAY!! now that that's been established, time for the fun headcanon stuff.
Firstly, I also love shapeshifting!Damon! Tis good fun and it lets me project gender envy i mean it's a great metaphor about vampires being inhuman!! Yes! That! Nothing else ahahahahaha. Something something, predator's perspective, something something instincts. In the book Damon could turn into a large crow and a wolf. Highkey wish they'd kept the crow thing as more than just the occasional motif. It could have been so much fun!! Crow minions!!! Crow friends!!!! Crows bothering the fuck out of people he wants to annoy!!!!! Damon trades shinies and food for things!! Somehow always has a snack on him. Crow drama??? Just casually mentions weird lil bird rivalries. Crows are Smart! They are super social!!! They hold grudges!! They absolutely have Drama on par with Mystic Falls. It could also be played for angst; Katherine announces her return with with a bunch of bird corpses in the Boarding House. Damon, who is unsympathetic to human deaths could be visibly upset by this!! Also nicely plays into the 'likes animals but pretends he doesn't bc it's a weakness' thing.
Comes home and there is feathers in his hair, nearly blending in. Except, on closer look, they're positioned oddly, like they'd been growing from him instead of just settling there. Then he brushes them off or shakes his head and they fall away. Maybe Stefan notices he's a bit more prone to tilting his head at things to get a better looks. Is a bit more easily distracted/more prone to notice shiny things.
A crow follows Elena around and maybe she makes friends with it. Or a crow comes across Stefan having some angst fest in the forest and bothers him into a better mood.
I like the heretic thing!!! I also just think the Salvatore bloodline is magic charged bc it's a doppelganger line!! They've got Silas germs!! Maybe Damon is a little bit more psychic than he should be. Maybe his compulsions require less effort and his dream-walking is better than vampires twice his age!!! Mild telekinesis would also fit in with early S1 nonsense! moving doors to creep Elena out!
As for his powers being revealed... I mean. Suddenly he's more valuable to the Originals? Not as much as Elena was, but there would prob be more recruitment efforts than in canon. Plus, Kol would be more interested in him as more than a batting target. Klaus and Elijah may press the 'saved ur life thing' more. Hm... I guess it would depend on when in the show? Early seasons and it just makes him more a threat. Stefan maybe assuming he did something to a witch??? Later in the seasons and if he develops those powers it's fun to imagine him having to learn to use/control them + having to deal with increased need for blood to fuel them. If it was a matter of him keeping them secret, I'm sure the Drama will manifest with 'how could you not tell me!!' and so on and so forth. Technically speaking, I imagine it'd be put in the same place as Jeremy's medium powers. Brought up when needed. not entirely sure, may think on it later
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making this up as i go along, gonna give myself 30 minutes to come up with something. prompt generator dot com or something gave me the prompts [friendship bracelets] + [miscommunication].
start: 10:51pm
end: 11:21pm.
rating: T
summary: speedwritten drabble of denzo + prompts (friendship bracelets + miscommunication). unedited, unfinished.
“…What are you doing?” Enzo asks amusedly, watching Damon try and creep up on him with all the subtlety of a baby horse wearing sleigh bells on its hooves.
The other vampire walks closer, casually—far too casually—and stops right in front of Enzo, who narrows his eyes and takes in his ex-cellmate’s appearance. He’s got his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, a glint in his eye that just oozes ‘DANGER’, and a wicked little smirk to tie the whole look together.
“…Nothing,” Damon sing-songs. “Just hangin’ with my BFF, that’s all.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s all?”
There’s a vigorous nod. “That’s all.”
Blue eyes gaze, unblinking.
Brown eyes gaze right back.
Five, ten minutes pass, neither vampire breaking from their impromptu (and unspoken) staring contest.
Blue eyes gaze even harder, and their attached person grabs Enzo’s hand. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Enzo agrees.
Damon smiles evilly at that admission, and Enzo wonders—not for the first time—whether his (ex) friend might be part-fae. It’s not outside the realm of possibility, from what he’s been taught about the supernatural world these days.
Something cold wraps around his wrist, quickly, silently —— until the sudden click! causes Enzo to break the staring contest so that he can glance down at his hand in confusion.
“Ha!” Damon giggles maniacally, practically vibrating out of his own skin, “I won!”
Enzo wiggles his hand inside the attached cuff. Which doesn’t look like any of the ones he’s ever seen; not even the official ones he’d accidentally nicked from the Sheriff — This one’s strange. A bit heavier. Not by much, not Augustine-level, but the difference is there. Maybe it’s a new thing, heavy handcuffs. “So you did,” he concedes, “but what does that have to do with handcuffing only one of my wrists?” Part of him wonders if he’s gonna get locked in the Salvatore’s creepy basement again. He hopes not. He hasn’t done anything wrong, right? Definitely not enough for Damon to be the one locking him up…right???
“I won,” Damon tells him, simple as that. “And you lost. Loser has to be handcuffed to the winner for a week.” Damon pulls his hand out of his jacket to click on the other end of the metal cuffs, so they’re sitting nicely around his own wrist, connected to the chain of Enzo’s own jail bracelet.
“Handcuffed. Right.” Surprisingly Safe For Work of Damon, actually. He’s not really sure what the whole staring contest thing had to do with it, though.
Then he grins at the British vampire. “Think of it like… a friendship bracelet.”
“A friendship bracelet?” Enzo echoes, and Damon nods emphatically. “Yeah,” he says, jiggling their conjoined hands, “a best friendship bracelet.”
Let the record show that Enzo definitely does not smile at this. At all. Because it’s terribly inconvenient and not in any realm cute.
“Why?”
The jiggling stops.
“Why?” Damon asks quietly, hurt seeping into every corner of the singular syllable. “Do you—was thi—Why wouldn’t I? You’re my best friend.” He says it so simply, so certainly, so honestly that Enzo wishes to believe him more than anything.
And part of him does.
But there’s another, bigger part of him that wants more than what Damon’s offering.
“Not that,” he retracts, “why the handcuffs?”
Damon brightens up a little, and so does Enzo’s traitorous heart. “Bonding activity. Spell wears off in a week, but if you hate this, we can probably get Bonnie to undo it before then.” He takes a deep breath. “I-I just… thought that maybe we could have some fun with it. Because…you’re moving out and all, ‘n I….” He scrunches up his face. “I don’t want you to!”
Enzo lets out a hopeful breath. “You don’t?”
“Of course not! That’s why I orchestrated this whole thing!”
A stupid inconvenience birthed from good intentions? That checks out. “You chained us together, with magical handcuffs… all because I’ve been thinking about finding my own place?”
Damon nods sullenly, then shrugs, pulling Enzo’s cuffed hand up with the action.
“Damon… you could’ve just told me.”
“You’ve been avoiding me. I just wanted to make sure you couldn’t leave.”
“And I wanted to make sure you couldn’t ask me to.”
11:22pm.
that… i’m quite proud of that. i’m typing this on my phone, so go me! yeehaw never gonna put myself through that again.
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New thing in the rumor has it/feral Damon verse
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pookers gimme some words
ive got a vague idea and half a scene?
its supposedddd to be for an AU where Damon and Enzo escaped at the same time in the fifties and eventually caught up with Maggie and Damon just third wheeled for so long it went full tricycle. Fast forward forever and boom sort of canon with a few allowances for Damon being slightly less murderer-y about trying to free Katherine:
It starts off with a brown paper package, innocent and nothing unusual. On her way into the Boarding House, Elena almost trips over it on her way to meet Stefan. Cursing and nursing her stubbed toe, she picks it up and takes it off the porch and into the house rather than leave it to the whims of the already gloomy looking sky. With one last glare, she leaves it on the kitchen counter.
She promptly forgets about it, even when she and Stefan find another on the porch that afternoon, tagged with international stickers. Assuming Damon ordered something, they bring it in and go back to playfully debating the merits of modern versus older cinema.
Then the boxes multiply.
...
“Did a delivery truck throw up in here?” Jeremy asks, staring around at the army of packages covering just about every free surface of the den. Interspersed between antique furniture and every hoarded knickknack deemed worthy of display by various Salvatores sits cardboard containers and crates of various sizes.
“Reverse robbery?” Caroline theorizes, toeing a particularly beat up looking box. Something inside rattles. She freezes, then slowly withdraws her foot.
Yet another box under his arm, Stefan returns from answering the door. “I don’t know what’s going on,” he says, words coming out like he suspects that the plague of mystery boxes that has descended onto his house like brown paper packaged locusts will soon consume the entire town, “but I have spoken to way too many delivery people today.”
“I don’t know,” Bonnie says, sitting on a throne made of cardboard, feet kicked up on a crate. “That second to last guy was pretty cute.”
Stefan tosses the box onto a pile in the corner. “You can take over signing for things.”
Bonnie looks contemplative.
“Have you opened any?” Caroline asks him, looking like she’s two seconds away from finding a box cutter herself.
“No,” he tells her. “They’re not mine so….”
“They must be Damon’s,” Elena finishes for him, eyes on a sticker that declares one crate to be from Florence.
“All the more reason to snoop,” Caroline informs them, picking up one of the smaller, shoe-boxed sized ones and shaking it. Nothing shatters, so whatever it is, it’s not easily broken.
“Until he figures out we opened his stuff and gets his revenge,” Stefan says with the grim certainty of a younger sibling.
“And it’s an invasion of privacy,” Elena points out.
“Yeah, but,” Jeremy says, eyeing one of the biggest boxes in the room with unabashed interest. “Would Damon respect your privacy?”
Stefan pauses.
Elena makes a face.
Atop her throne, Bonnie snorts.
Caroline laughs at the very notion.
“No, actually,” Stefan says after a moment.
Sensing victory, Caroline waves the box at him.
He reaches out for it, obviously having deemed whatever revenge Damon will perform worth it. “Fair’s fair.”
Elena says something about not stooping to Damon’s level, but she makes no move to stop them.
They all relocate to the kitchen, Stefan leading the way, prize in hand, everyone else following after with various levels of pretending not to be curious on their faces. It doesn’t take long to finish clearing a few stray boxes off the table.
Stefan plops their prize slash possible doom down in the middle. They all crowd around it, snagging front row seats. Despite their curiosity, no one makes a move towards it, each of them just eyeing the perfectly innocent package sitting there.
After a moment of this, Caroline says, “Someone open it.”
“You open it,” Bonnie tells her, squinting at the box like she’s checking for visible curses. It appears she finds none, as the box remains unblasted into oblivion.
“What, no way! I mean. I think Stefan should open it.”
Stefan eyes her. “Why me?”
“Because if you open it, you have plausible deniability. They were delivered to your house.”
“I know they’re not mine. Damon will know I know that they’re not mine. Did I tell you about the time he replaced all the decor in my room with taxidermied animals while I slept? Because if I touch his stuff, he’s going to do worse than making me wake up right next to a squirrel forever frozen in agony.”
“Where did he even get all of those?” Elena says hauntedly.
“Wait, wait,” Jeremy says, “when was this? Is this before or after the time he stuck me fifty feet up a pine tree for breathing on his precious bourbon?”
Caroline talks over him. “You were ready to do it a minute ago!”
Stefan grimaces. “That was before I remembered the freaking mountain lion he put in my bathroom.”
From there they open the box to find a bunch of pics and stuff that are basically a lil timeline featuring Damon Maggie and Enzo--including Maggie and Enzo getting married where Damon's best man, a bunch of other cute pics, then eventually they find like. Smuttier ones.
“Pictures!” Caroline repeats, looking for all the world like all she’s missing are a string of pearls to clutch.
“Did he know?” Elena asks, looking back at the wedding photos, every face in them smiling happily. “God, you don’t think Damon killed him, do you?”
They’re interrupted by Jeremy’s yelp. He slams the picture face down on the table, whites of his eyes visible. “I think he knew!”
“What?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy says, carefully not looking down at the table. “He knew, he definitely knew—hey, I think Elena was right, this is an invasion of privacy, maybe we should—uh. Stop.”
“Please tell me you didn’t find a picture of a corpse,” Stefan says flatly.
Jeremy shakes his head, hair flopping. “Nope, no corpses. God, I hope there were no corpses.”
“Now I’m curious,” Caroline says. Before Jeremy can yank the photo away, she grabs it. “If Damon didn’t just kill the guy whose wife he was banging, then what—“ She trails off, eyes widening.
Resigned, Jeremy says, “Vamp speed is cheating.”
Caroline’s not paying him any attention. The rest of the table watches in interest as her jaw drops, both eyebrows raised. She blinks once. Closes her mouth.
“Well,” she says. Stops. Blinks again and tilts the photo to the side like it will make more sense that way. “Well. Uh. Hm.”
Bonnie starts, “What are you—“
Caroline shushes her. “I’m rearranging my world view, give me a second. You know, this actually explains a few things.”
“Explains what?” Jeremy asks.
Caroline raises a few fingers. “That thing with Elijah. Whatever he had going on with Alaric—“
“What? No way—Ric’s not—“ Jeremy falters. “You don’t really think…?”
Caroline raises a brow at him. “Drinking buddies?”
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The armory (Enzo's niece or fuckin whatever i don't remember. Bitch was his only family and she treated him bad) : - " Is the Bennett witch taken care of?"
Enzo : "Yes"
The Armory: " Good now bring her here so we-"
Enzo : " It was a nice candle light dinner as we waltz ourselves into the new year we felt a special bond spark within us "
The Armory: " A Fuckin DINNER! ? THAT'S NOT WH--"
Enzo : " I KNOW her expression was priceless!! "
The Armory: "Thats not what we-"
Enzo: " I gifted her a beautiful dress "
The Armory: " You were supposed to-"
Enzo : " I got pictures! u wanna see ?she looked gorgeous! "
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@splatooshy for that first kiss with witnesses prompt:
Probably rated like T or thereabouts.
Damon stares down at the card he drew, a little bemused.
To be honest, he’s not entirely sure how they’d ended up here, crowded around a table littered with drinks and piles of cards from two different games. He and Enzo had somehow ended up crashing some little get together featuring his brother, Caroline, Bonnie, and Donovan. All of whom are in various stages of drunkenness, something he and Enzo had quickly done their best to catch up on.
Three seconds after drawing and a spin of an empty bottle later and he’s meeting dark eyes, both of them equally silent.
Of all the people at the table the bottle could have landed on, Enzo isn’t the worst option. He’s not Donovan. Or Stefan, who is also sitting at the table, witch on his lap, because one of the cards drawn had been: shortest person, sit on the tallest for the rest of the game.
“Does this mean you’re forfeiting?” Caroline’s voice asks from her place across the table, barely a slur to it besides victory.
“‘M gonna win,” Bonnie sing-songs to herself. Witchy is gone. Being the tiniest and slinging back surprising amounts of tequila have had her giggling to herself for the last three rounds. It’s probably for the best she’s got a Stefan shaped seat belt, she’d slide right off the chair in a puddle of giggly magic goo otherwise. There’s a glass of water sitting in front of her that she hadn’t even noticed being swapped in for her drink.
“Just take the shot, man,” Matt says, a beer—lame, when everyone else is doing hard liquor and the vampires are doing triple that—in his hand and the least drunk person at the table. Even lamer. So what he has to drive home later?
“Yeah,” Caroline echoes. “Just take your shot, it’s my turn next.”
Damon tears his eyes away to grace her with a sneer, even as he considers the penalty shot for vampires, a vodka-vervain mix that burns all the way down and after too.
Before he can do more than consider the option, there’s a hand at his chin. His head turns to the side.
At the question in Enzo’s eyes, he gives a miniscule nod. Within the next second, they’re kissing.
There’s an odd noise across the table, almost like someone had knocked something over, but Damon doesn’t give it more than the barest trace of attention.
It’s barely a kiss. Just lips to lips, the lightest of pressures, soft and—when Damon lets his lips part, just slightly—mango-syrup sweet.
After a—short, too short; it’s over, why is it over, Damon hasn’t wanted it to end—moment Enzo pulls away, task finished. He reaches for his drink, some orangey concoction, but doesn’t pick it up.
Damon blinks slowly. Licks sweetness off his lips.
That had been—
(“Huh,” someone says. “I didn’t think he’d actually…”
There’s the familiar groan of a tired little brother, even if it does have an amused twist to it. For some reason. “I did.”)
—good.
Good in a way he wasn’t expecting and wants more of.
Without taking his eyes off his friend, Damon reaches for his whiskey, throws it back, slams the glass back down, and then surges forward, narrowly avoiding knocking the table over as he grabs Enzo by the front of his shirt and yanks him into another kiss.
There’s a surprised grunt, but Enzo doesn’t push him away. Kisses back. Open mouthed and almost clumsy as they try to find the best position. Eventually, Enzo puts his hands in Damon’s hair, tilting his head into just the right angle.
Wanting more, always, but especially now that he has something he barely knew he wanted and doesn’t know how long he’s going to have it, Damon tugs at him, until Enzo gets the picture and gets closer, both of them nearly toppling as he half crawls into Damon’s lap, straddling him and the chair. There’s a moment where he’s half sure they’re about to fall over backwards, but can’t bring himself to care, not when Enzo’s tongue is in his mouth.
All he can smell, feel, taste is the other man, the weight of him, the scent of his cologne. The taste of mango is stronger now, mingling with the whiskey. Everything else blotted out by the sheer force of their kiss. It’s desperate and hungry and something closer to a dam bursting than the gentleness of earlier. Belatedly, he abandons his death grip on Enzo’s shirt. Which may possess a few more tears than it had earlier. Oops. He slides his hands around the man’s back instead, dual sensations of that and the tongue stroking his own making him nearly dizzy with heat.
Enzo shudders when Damon rubs a line down his spine, then again when teeth come into play and there’s a gentle nip at his bottom lip.
(“Uh, they know they’re done, right?” Matt asks. “They got the point, they can stop?”
“Shhhhh!”)
It’s only when Damon manages to get his hands up under Enzo’s shirt and Enzo discovers he’ll make a noise if his hair is tugged just right that someone interrupts.
There’s a loud cough. “Damon.”
It takes another eternity for Damon to pull away. He takes a second to control his breathing, tries to will away what he suspects may be the beginnings of a blush.
He has to lean around Enzo to meet Stefan’s grimace. “Yeah?” He coughs slightly, tries to even his voice into something less embarrassingly breathy. “What—?”
His words are cut off by a hand at his chin. Enzo tilts his face up towards him and Damon can do nothing but take in flushed lips and black, black eyes. There’s a little mole underneath one that he’s noticed before but it’s never seemed so….
“Damon,” Enzo says, in such a tone the hairs on his neck begin to stand. “If you have no objections, I’m going to pin you to the table and kiss you until you can’t stand.”
Forgetting all about whatever it was Stefan wanted—couldn’t have been that important—Damon makes some kind of noise at that. An enthusiastic one.
Enzo studies him a second later, then nods.
Within a second, during which the others barely have time to scramble back, Enzo lives up to his word. He stands, Damon scarcely having a second to miss the contact, before he bends down to lift him by the backs of his thighs, pulling him up into another kiss somehow more intense than even the last.
A chair is kicked over. Then Damon’s back hits the table, cards and drinks sent flying. There’s a series of various annoyed and shocked noises around him, but they’re ignored. The only thing registering is dark eyes and the pink tongue that wets very kissable lips—something he now knows for fact. Tonguing at his own, he spreads his legs in blatant invitation. Enzo’s on him in the next second, lying between his thighs and blocking out the rest of the world.
He reaches out, starts touching wherever he can, trying to learn all the fun new ways he can make his best friend moan. Enzo, never one to lose without putting up a fight, very gently bites at his lip, then harder when Damon lets out a noise that had taken even himself by surprise.
(“Game over!” Matt announces. “We’re done. I—don't want to watch this and I don’t think they’re stopping soon.” He grabs his jacket, having to edge a bit closer to the table to do it, and tries not to look too close. Especially when he glances up at the wrong moment and catches unwelcome sight of a belt being flung away.
“But I was winning,” Bonnie protests, but she doesn’t sound too upset. Even as Caroline carefully leads her away, less wobbly than the witch but still swaying slightly, she keeps turning around to watch the scene on the table.
“We’re going to our room,” Caroline says firmly. She glances back herself, then away just as fast.
Stefan looks at the drinks spilled everywhere, accompanied by a plethora of already ruined cards. Yeah, he’s not cleaning this up. This is Damon’s mess and he can do it. Whenever they’re done with—he resists the urge to raise his hands to cover his ears as Enzo begins to narrate what he’s planning to do. It wouldn’t help. Judging from the increase in volume, even blasting music wouldn’t help totally. He looks between the stairs and the door, then, “Matt, can I stay at yours tonight? Please?”
Matt doesn’t so much as pause on his way out the door. “Sure, just… hurry up.”
Stefan beats him to the car.)
pookers i hunger for your words mmm mmmmm eet eez 6am and eye am steel hyped from taylaurr sweeft purrrformink hawnted x exeyele. yew haw
@splatooshy Brain needs reboot, I request one (1) prompt pls, I’ll attempt a lil 200-500 oneshot if amendable
#reply#fanfic#denzo#did a lot of this a legit three am so#tvd#I should remember to put this on AO3 at some point
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pookers i hunger for your words mmm mmmmm eet eez 6am and eye am steel hyped from taylaurr sweeft purrrformink hawnted x exeyele. yew haw
@splatooshy Brain needs reboot, I request one (1) prompt pls, I’ll attempt a lil 200-500 oneshot if amendable
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new chapter out now!! part two of ‘and they were roommates’ or whatever i named it i can’t remember tbh.
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