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Wicked Game (part 4)

Summary: All that Augusta Saltzman wanted was vengeance. A way to kill the man that murdered her best friend. Her brother's wife. But arrival in Mystic Falls is hardly a simple thing, and whether she wants it or not, she will soon find herself caught in the same predicament as her brother. The nearly impossible task of keeping the doppelganger alive.

Warnings: original character, slight AU (vampire Doc Holliday as part of the tomb vampires crowd, I promise there's a method to my madness!), vampires, werewolves, witches, graphic depictions of violence, human/vampire relationship, some language

Part One Part Two Part Three

(Durham, North Carolina, 2007)

"You've got to be kidding me."

"C'mon, Gus. Don't be like that," Isobel protests, scooting just a bit closer to her friend, and trying to hide her disappointment when Gus pulls away almost immediately after, "I'm asking you to trust me."

"I do trust you, Iz. But what you're saying, right now? It's—it's insane!"

"Maybe it wouldn't be so insane, if you would just give me a chance to explain."

Gus does not want to give in to the plea. She doesn't want to consider that any of what Isobel is saying could actually be true. While she had known about Isobel's research from Ric, she never once dared to believe that her sister-in-law actually believed the things she dredged up. That she would even consider the fact that vampires might actually exist.

It had all seemed like such a joke. Like something she'd just been engaging in for fun.

The reality, judging by the expression on Isobel's face now, indicates rather clearly that it was far more serious than Gus ever dreamed.

"You're not—you're actually serious right now."

"I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

"Okay. Okay," Gus sighs, unable to fully prevent the lingering doubt from making its way into her own expression, though she does her best not to allow that to impact her ability to give what Isobel is saying a proper chance. It would be a lie for her to pretend she understands any of it, and the idea of actually believing it seems almost too ludicrous for words.

Still, Gus wants to be there for her friend. She's never allowed anything else to stop her from doing so, before.

And she sure as hell isn't about to change that particular trend now.

"Shoot."

"You're sure?"

"Isobel, if you don't tell me soon, I won't be—"

"I thought it was crazy when I first put it all together, too, for the record," Isobel begins, once again attempting to scoot a bit closer to her sister-in-law, and this time finding that Gus does not immediately shift to move away, "But there's this town in Virginia—Mystic Falls—that's being inundated by these animal attacks."

"And somehow you got to 'vampire' from all of that?"

"Gus—"

"Right. Sorry. Shutting up."

"They aren't animal attacks. The deaths are because of a vampire. And I've got someone I know looking into allowing me to meet one."

"Meet one?" Gus repeats, incredulity lacing her tone whether she truly wants it to be there, or not, "Iz, if these things are real—"

"They are real."

"If they're real, and if this meeting actually happens—"

"It will."

"Aren't you even the slightest bit worried about it going south?"

"Meaning what?" Isobel asks, her expression proving to be just unreadable enough to prompt a scoff that her friend clearly stands no chance at holding back, "It's a serious question, Gus—"

"You mean it's a stupid one. If you aren't at least considering the fact that this guy could hurt you, you're insane."

"So you believe me."

"I never said that," Gus denies, a small flare of panic burning inside of her chest at the thought of actually admitting she is anywhere close to believing Isobel, and exactly what that would mean, "I just—you could be signing yourself up for something dangerous, here."

"I'll be fine," Isobel assures, ignoring Gus's clear look of skepticism in favor of continuing to press her case, "John wouldn't have agreed to this if he thought it was too dangerous."

"John?"

"My contact in Mystic Falls."

"And you can trust him?"

"With my life."

Surprised, to say the least, Gus does not immediately respond, instead choosing to consider the obvious confidence Isobel seems to have in her own safety. In this man that seems to be playing into her whims, likely for reasons of his own. She doesn't want to trust it. She doesn't understand how Isobel is trusting it, but she is.

And clearly, her sister-in-law is not about to stop until Gus sees things her way, come hell or high water.

"Come with me."

"What?" Gus exhales, shock very apparent in her expression, no matter how fiercely she may wish to avoid it. Of all the things Isobel could have possibly said, this? Asking her to come to Mystic Falls to meet a supposed vampire? It was the absolute furthest thing from what she could ever have expected.

But it seems to be the one thing Isobel wants more than anything else.

"Come with me," She insists, her expression almost eager—excited—as though she thinks this will solve all of her problems in seconds, flat, "You clearly don't trust John, and you don't believe vampires can possibly be real, so come with me. And if you still don't believe it after that, I'll give up trying to convince you otherwise."

"You're not going to give this up, are you?"

"I can't. And it would be really nice if I didn't have to obsess over it all on my own."

"So you want me to obsess over it with you," Gus surmises, something not all that far from resignation coloring her tone as she regards her companion with a skeptically raised brow. A part of her wants to say no to the request. To find some other way of talking Isobel out of this plan altogether. But just a look at her sister-in-law's face tells her that she is not about to back down. Not now, no matter who tries to convince her to do exactly that.

And if there is one thing Gus knows she does not want, it is Isobel going to meet this stranger on her own.

"Fine. I'll go with you."

"You will?"

"On one condition," Gus persists, holding up a hand to stall Isobel's eagerness, even if only for a moment, because she knows if she does not get this out now, then she never will, "If there's even a hint of this being a scam, we're out. If it seems too risky, we're out. Got it?"

"Got it. I promise, Gus, you are not going to regret this."

Whether or not Gus believes those words completely, she allows herself to relax just a bit now that her conditions, such as they are, have been accepted. She tries to shove her lingering concerns to the side, knowing Isobel will only sense them, and make it her life's mission to talk her out of them, should she fail.

Already, she can envision Ric's reaction, once Isobel eventually discloses the newest development in her plans, but even then, Gus tries to ignore the trepidation that causes a strange churning sensation in her gut. She tries to remind herself that nothing is likely to come from this little trip, aside from a means of possibly jolting Isobel out of her current obsession for good.

And that is all she can truly hope for, given that the opposite scenario—increasing her sister-in-law's obsession—is something she does not believe she can face.

…

(Mystic Falls, Virginia, Present Day)

"You're—daughter."

"Oh don't act so surprised," John scoffs, the smirk that toys with the edges of his mouth clearly intended to come at Gus's expense, given her poor attempt at hiding her own shock over the news she had never once seen coming, "It's not like you don't have a few skeletons of your own, Augusta."

"Except that none of mine have anything to do with a child."

"That doesn't make them any better, you know."

"Who is she?" Gus demands, fiddling with the napkin resting beneath her now empty coffee cup, and trying to avoid acknowledging the faint discomfort of an oncoming headache as well, particularly when all John seems willing to give her as an answer is a self-satisfied grin.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"If I'm meant to help you keep her safe, I think I'll be better able to do that if I know who it is I'm protecting, John."

"You'll meet her soon enough," John informs, deliberately refusing to answer Gus's question fully, his amusement only growing as he takes note of the obvious frustration that is so apparent in her expression, "Right now I just need to know if you're on my side."

"I don't like working with half-truths."

"And you won't be. Not once I know I can trust you to do what I need."

"Trust? You want me to trust you, after you led Isobel to her—"

"I didn't lead Isobel to anything she didn't want. And if you knew her as well as you thought you did, you would see that."

"She's dead," Gus retorts, risking a glance at her surroundings in hopes of discerning whether or not they are at risk for their conversation being overheard, and leaning forward to rest her elbows upon the table as soon as she is certain they are not, "If you think she wanted that, you're insane."

"Well I suppose we'll never know, now will we?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It's like you said. She's dead," John states, the obvious attempt at downplaying the situation setting Gus's teeth on edge, if the twitch of a muscle along the line of her jaw is any sort of indication at all, "She doesn't exactly want anything, anymore."

"Go to hell."

"Very mature, Augusta. Though I must say, you're doing a fine job of convincing me not to trust you—"

Gritting her teeth, Gus tries and fails to ignore the blatant satisfaction that is so apparent in John's tone, particularly as she knows that any further attempts she might make at a sarcastic retort will only hinder her cause, instead of helping it. It would be a lie for her to pretend the reality does not aggravate her. That she does not hate the idea of being beholden to anyone at all, least of all to a man like Johnathan Gilbert.

The fact of the matter, though, is that she needs him. She needs to earn his trust, if she wants a shot at avenging Isobel.

And that means that, as much as it may sting her pride, she has to give him what he wants.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to stay away from your brother," John instructs, almost immediately aware of how Gus seems to flinch, and suppressing the knowing grin that comes about as a result, "Unless you don't think you're up for it—"

"No, I—I can do that. What—what else?"

"You're sure? Because if Ric gets wind of any of this, the plan is as good as dead."

"I'm sure," Gus confirms, doing what she can to ignore the way guilt over lying to her brother threatens to tighten in a vice around her heart, in favor of focusing on the rest of John's potential demands, instead, "What else?"

For a moment, John is almost eerily silent, but Gus does not dare press him for a more immediate response. Not when she has every reason to suspect that he will only use such a thing against her in the long run.

Whatever her misgivings are surrounding his intentions, she is not about to let him yank her opportunity for revenge out from under her. And so, she simply elects to remain silent, hopefully giving John the chance to take note of the implications behind such a thing before he finally replies.

"You need to put a pause in your plans for Damon Salvatore. For now, we need him to think you've given up."

"And why is that, exactly?"

"Because the easiest way to get you what you want—to get us what we want—is to get him to drop his guard."

"You really think he's just going to do that?" Gus inquires, doubt resting heavily behind the words, whether she truly wants it to be or not, "What's to say he won't figure out what's really going on as soon as I back off?"

"We don't. But he's definitely going to figure it out if you keep coming at him with half-cocked plans that are doomed to fail."

"I only failed because—"

"Because of your brother. I know," John interjects, his expression all but broadcasting that he still has yet to forgive her for the mistake, no matter how unreasonable Gus may find such a thing to be, "That's part of the reason why you need to keep your distance."

"So what is it that I'm supposed to be doing, then? If I can't speak with my brother, and you want me to stay away from Damon as well?"

"I want you to find a place to lie low, and wait for my call."

"That's it?"

"Unless you want to be excluded from this entirely—"

"No."

"Then I trust you'll do as I say. That you'll do what needs to be done to make this work."

"Or I'm out," Gus concludes, finding it near to impossible to keep the bitterness from her tone, even when the look John sends her in return is hardly favorable at all. It would be foolish for her to ignore the fact that he is likely using her. That she will be easily cast aside, if she fails to give him what he wants. But even then, Gus cannot exactly persuade herself to back away. She cannot bring herself to call it quits.

Her entire life has been narrowed down to this one thing. Revenge. And the idea of anything or anyone taking that from her is entirely too much for her to bear.

"Or you're out," John nods, all but ignoring the flash of something that is not all that far from defiance in Gus's eyes, his attention far more focused on obtaining her agreement than anything else, "So, are you up for this or not?"

"What do you think?"

Again, John does not immediately reply, but Gus can tell he is at least considering taking her assertion at face-value. That he is at least partially tempted to believe what she says to be true. For the moment, at least, the two of them appear to be standing on common ground.

And even if she does not want to admit it, that is something that she cannot afford to lose.

…

Under strict orders to keep away from her brother, Gus does not dare return to Ric's apartment. Not even to gather what little of her things she brought along with her to Mystic Falls, knowing that being forced to explain her sudden avoidance would cause more harm than good. Even if things are still somewhat tense between them, her brother would not be very likely to accept her simply pulling away. And she also knows that she would not be able to hold out against his questions for very long.

It had always been that way, between them. Ric had always been the one person she could turn to, when everyone else seemed determined to pull away. Together, the two of them had always been capable of standing against whatever came their way.

Gus can't exactly remember when all of that started to change. When her brother had become someone to avoid, instead of someone she could trust, but it had. And that leaves her with only one sure fact lingering at the forefront of her mind.

All of this would have been so much easier if she had simply been able to succeed in her first attempt at ending Damon Salvatore's life. She would never have had to risk encountering her brother at all. But she had failed. Ric found her. And then, so had John.

If she hadn't failed, she wouldn't still be stuck in Mystic Falls, now. And saying anything other than that a part of her honestly resents that reality would definitely be akin to a lie.

Still, even with that feeling building inside of her, she refuses to leave. Gus refuses to turn her back on the one thing she's been clinging to for what feels like forever, now, as though it has become such a vital part of her identity that turning away is no longer something she can do. Again, she tries to pinpoint the precise moment in which her life took such a downward turn, but she can't…

And that was where the bourbon came in.

She'd gone to a local liquor store not long after her encounter with John, and now she is once again sequestered in her car, half of the bottle she'd purchased already gone. Contrary to her initial hopes, though, the buzz brought about by her drinking is not entirely enough to keep her safe from her own thoughts. In fact, it seems to be doing the precise opposite, some sort of instinct that she cannot fully explain prompting her to clamber out of the car, the door shutting with a muted thud as she struggles to gain her balance through the haze alcohol is creating in her brain.

As soon as she is certain she can put one foot in front of the other without falling flat on her face, Gus sets off away from the car, but she does not make it more than a few steps before she is colliding with an unfamiliar frame poised directly in her path. Her entire body goes rigid, as she does what she can to pull away.

The heel of her boot catches in a crack in the pavement beneath her, and the stranger reaches out to save her from a fall. Blinking back surprise, she catches herself looking into a pair of gray-green eyes that threaten to steal the breath from her lungs.

He says something, then, but with the sudden ringing in her ears, Gus cannot make heads or tails of exactly what those words might be. Stars pop in front of her vision, and the haze of the alcohol she has consumed suddenly becomes too much.

Her body sways again, before she can stop it, the hand that she flings out to catch herself rendered useless in little to no time at all. And before she can make any attempt to rectify such a thing, Gus is forced to acknowledge the flare of panic that nearly chokes her as the ground rushes up to meet her where she stands.

…

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Bath Time

Warnings: cursing, smut, nipple play, oral sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Damon decide to take a bath together but, it takes another turn.

Type: smut

Character: Damon Salvatore (played by Ian Somerhalder)

Show: The Vampire Diaries

Author's Note: so, I originally wrote this story for my OBX fandom for JJ Maybank but, someone on Wattpad requested it for Damon so lmao.

You put your head back on Damon's chest. You and your boyfriend Damon decided to take a bath together just to relax. The two of you have been stressed out lately so you both figured this would be a good way for both of you to relax.

Damon smiled and kissed your head making you smile. Damon was sitting behind you and you were in front of him with your back leaned against his front. He wrapped his arms around your torso and you smiled holding onto his hands.

"I love you Damon.." You said smiling.

"I love you too princess." He said. Damon let go of your torso and began to just gently brush his fingers through your hair. He did that for a few minutes before kissing your head again. You smiled once more and stayed put.

Then his hands moved down to your breasts. He began to gently massage your breasts. Before you could say anything you felt him pinch your nipples making you gasp then whimper. He smirked and rolled your nipples between his thumb and index finger. You could already feel your pussy getting wet.

"Baby.. please.." You moaned out slightly.

"What is it princess?" He asked teasingly.

"Please fuck me.." You whimpered.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little pussy?" He asked once again teasingly.

"Please Damon.." You whimpered. He smirked. He loved to see you so needy for him. He helped turn you around and he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you passionately. You put your hands through his hair gently tugging.

He grabbed your hips and lifted you up slightly. You grabbed his cock and aligned it with your core before slowly sinking down on his cock. You both moaned out quietly as you did so. You held onto his shoulders for support and he kept his hands on your hips.

Damon held onto your hips tightly as you began to roll your hips on his cock slowly. He bit his lip and watched you. After a few minutes of rolling your hips you began to ride his cock in tight circles. Your jaw dropped slightly as you kept going.

"Shit baby, oh fuck." Damon moaned out, his jaw dropping as well. You kept going and you could feel a knot growing in your stomach. You clenched around his cock, signaling that you were close. Before you could cum Damon pulled you off his cock making you whine.

"Baby.. I was gonna cum." You whined.

"Well too bad." He smirked. "Because it's my turn." He said. You looked at him and corked a brow.

"Get up and get out of the tub." He said. You did what he asked and got up and got out of the tub. He got up too and got out. You turned around to face him. He got the water out of the tub then walked over to you.

"So.. what now?" You asked.

"You don't have to do anything. Just let me give you pleasure." He said before kissing you again. You smiled into the kiss putting your hands through his hair. He picked you up and placed you on the counter by the sink.

He grabbed your legs and spread them wide. He got down on his knees and began to trail wet kisses up your thighs. You whimpered, your hands reaching for his hair again. You whimpered as he slowly was getting to the place you wanted him so fucking badly.

"Damon please.." You whimpered.

"You're so needy for me princess." He said looking up at you and smirked. You whimpered. He finally reached the place you wanted him the most. He licked a long strip up your folds making you gasp.

He used his thumbs to open your folds. He then slid his tongue into your entrance making you shiver from the pleasure. You moaned as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. His mouth then moved up to your bud sucking on it and biting it gently.

"Oh god Damon." You moaned out. He then slid two fingers into your core without warning. You gasped and moaned out louder as he fingered you and sucked on your bud. You threw your head back and moaned out more.

You felt a know growing in your stomach again and you clenched around his fingers. He knew you were close so he began to finger you faster. Your jaw dropped and you let out more moans.

"I- fuck Damon!" You moaned out loudly.

"Come on, cum for me baby." He said against your core. With that your legs began to tremble and you came on his fingers. Damon came back up and pulled you off the counter. He then turned you around so you were facing the mirror.

You held onto the edge of the counter, waiting for him to do something. You watched him in the mirror. He rubbed the tip of his cock between your folds teasingly making you bit your lip and whimper.

"Damon please just fuck me." You whined.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He said with a smirk before thrusting into you. You gasped and moaned out loudly. His pace was rough but not too rough. Damon wrapped his hand around your throat gently and made you look forward into the mirror.

"I- fuck baby!" You moaned out closing your eyes.

"Open those beautiful eyes again princess. I want you to watch me fuck you." He said before groaning out. You did what he asked and opened your eyes looking at the mirror. Damon sped up even faster and you could feel that familiar knot growing in your stomach.

You could tell that he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy. The two of you got louder as you got closer to your orgasms.

"I- fuck baby I'm gonna cum!" You yelled.

"Come on baby, cum for me." He groaned out. Your eyes rolled back as your legs began to tremble and you came hard on his cock. You held onto the counter for support as you came. Damon thrusted into you two more times before he came inside of you.

He pulled out of you. You couldn't even stand up, you had to lean against the sink to stay standing. Damon picked you up and carried you back into his bedroom before laying down with you. You smiled and held onto him tightly. You nuzzled his neck making him smile.

You looked up at him to see him smirking again and you corked a brow and chuckled a little.

"What is the smirk for?" You asked and chuckled.

"I mean.. the bath was a good way to relax but, maybe next time we are both stressed we should just fuck. Seemed to relax us both." He said smirking.

"Oh my god Damon." You rolled your eyes playfully laughing and gently hit his shoulder. Damon chuckled. You smirked getting an idea.

"I mean... I still feel a little stressed baby." You said looking up at him with a smirk.

"Oh really?" He smirked. "Well I think I am too." He said.

"Want to have a round two?" You asked smirking.

"I think you know the answer to that." He said smirking as well.

"I SWEAR TO GOD.. IF YOU TWO FUCK AGAIN PLEASE KEEP IT DOWN THIS TIME!" Stefan yelled. You and Damon looked at each other then started to wheeze. You both completely forgot that Stefan was in the house.

I guess that the sex was just so good that the two of you didn't even think to be quiet to spare Stefan's innocent ears.

"Little brother whether we were quiet or not you still would've herd us, your a vampire remember? Stop getting jealous because I get laid now and you don't." He said.

"I- Damon!" You chuckled and wacked his shoulder playfully. Even though Stefan was not even in the same room as the two of you, you could just feel his eye roll.

"Anyways, are you still up for that round two?" Damon asked with a smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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ao3feed-petermj · 2 months

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NECTAR OF THE GODS wtm

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/erLdiHu by darlingmurdock it's often said that life is hard and also that life is unforgiving, yet is beautiful, sweet like a nectar oc!wonder woman x undecided oc!mj watson x oc!peter parker THE VAMPIRE DIARIES X DC & MARVEL CROSSOVER Words: 1539, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Wonder Woman - All Media Types, The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Caroline Forbes, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Matt Murdock, Bonnie Bennett, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall, Katherine Pierce, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Yelena Belova Relationships: OC!Peter Parker/OC!MJ Watson, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Wonder Woman/undecided, Matt Murdock/Original Female Character(s), past-Elijah Mikaelson/Gia Additional Tags: BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Michelle Jones (Marvel), BAMF Matt Murdock, BAMF Diana (Wonder Woman), all these character are oc but same story, Reaction, Watching the Movie, Mikaelson bashing, Elijah Mikaelson Bashing, Klaus Mikaelson Bashing, Hayley Marshall Bashing, Damon Salvatore Bashing, Katherine Pierce Bashing, gia from original is named Alaska and she is wonder woman, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/erLdiHu

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justjessame · 3 years

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Light Through the Darkness: Chapter 2

Mystic Falls, VA August 2, 1864

As Abi came down the stairs of the Salvatore mansion, she contemplated what she should do first. Should she check to be sure the servants were taking care of the daily duties that were deemed her responsibility upon Lily's death? Or should she play hooky, and go shopping? Feeling a bit mischievous, in spite of the hovering darkness, she chose the latter.

She walked resolutely toward Giuseppe's office, certain he was holding court as the man of the house so often did at this time of the day. It would do no good to just disappear. She had to ask permission, rather than beg forgiveness, at least in this case. She was finally of age to have access to her fortune, and it was quite a pile of money. Her lands as well, the house her parents had commissioned, huge and obscene in its opulence was impressive. Unfortunately, her guardian had deemed her too young to live alone, just yet. Eyes rolling, at this disparaging ruling, given she was acting as the lady of his house, she continued to have an audience with the man of the house.

Turning the last corner, she walked in as the door was open, without knocking. Since the door wasn't shut, she felt there was no need for formalities. She didn't realize Stefan was inside until she crossed the threshold. And started speaking. Damn.

"Mr. Salvatore," Abigail started, before coming up short. Stopping abruptly.

Looking up from his grandiose position at his desk, he didn't mask his surprise at her appearance. Usually Abigail announced herself, with a knock, or a scheduled visit. Here she was, however, looking as shocked with herself as he was with her appearance.

"I apologize," she said, her breeding coming easily. "I should have knocked." She felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

"There isn't a need, Abigail." Mr. Salvatore answered smoothly. "Is there something you need?"

"No, I just wanted to ask if I could go to town," she said, smiling through her embarrassment. "I thought I'd go shopping. Perhaps for a gown for the Founders' Party." She felt her eyes drift to her feet. Stefan was watching her, she could feel his eyes, and she realized over the past ten years they'd never really gotten to know each other.

Mr. Salvatore was smiling when she looked up. "Of course, Abigail." She smiled in return. "I do ask that you take someone along. Stefan, please accompany her." Her smile was lost. "Don't look so downtrodden, my dear. There have been some attacks along the roads as of late. We can't have anyone travelling alone." Abigail looked concerned, she hadn't heard about the attacks. Perhaps this was the cause of the darkness.

"Not to worry, Abigail," Stefan said, from her side. "I'll keep you safe." The words were an echo of the brother she missed so dearly, from a time gone by. "And Father, I'll take the carriage. That way we won't be at the mercy of a slow pace." Mr. Salvatore shook his head in assent.

Abigail agreed and went to fetch her hat and gloves. She wondered about the attacks, wondering what was the cause. When were they happening and where?

As she came back down the stairs, she could hear the two Salvatore men talking. Snippets came to her, and she tried desperately to make sense of what she was hearing.

"Try to get to know-"

"What if she doesn't-"

"It doesn't matter what the feelings are, but if that could change-"

Shaking off the feeling that she was a pawn in some type of game, and unwilling to try making sense of it, Abigail called out that she was ready. Stefan appeared from Mr. Salvatore's office followed by his father. They smiled at her in what she imagined that they thought was reassuringly, she smiled back.

"I've asked that the carriage be brought around," Stefan said. He held out his arm, and Abigail took it.

It felt wrong. Completely wrong. She didn't know him. It didn't matter that they had lived in the same house for five years, or that they'd played among the same fields for ten years. She didn't know him and he knew nothing about her. She shook it off, again, and tried to push away the darkness. She knew that the exhaustion was gaining. Eventually it would fall like a curtain and she'd pass out. Then she'd have dreams that wouldn't be like the obsessive torturous ones of the ruins, instead they'd be the ones that held her hostage and warned her of dangers that she couldn't stop and that would bring death and destruction.

Touching Stefan, while wrong, made her wonder about Damon. Where was he? Was he as terrified as she was about him? Had he been hurt? She'd heard all manner of horror about how men were having limbs amputated. Nightmares about war that tortured her when she tried to help by volunteering with the wives of the Founders' council. She gave up, hearing them contemplate what soldiers might be going through made her want to vomit, and didn't make her want to aid the Confederacy or the Union.

She didn't cringe when Stefan handed her up into the carriage. She carefully arranged her skirts, and sat back into the shade of the buggy's bonnet. Abigail waited to see what type of conversation Stefan attempted. She had to admit that she was curious. Damon had been gone for a few months now, and he hadn't attempted yet. She wondered what was changing.

As the horses lurched forward, the silence stretched. Perhaps she was wrong, she was thinking. Then, as the first turn in the road appeared, Stefan's posture changed slightly. A minor shift, most people might not have noticed, but Abigail noticed things. Especially since she had lived with the Salvatores through the light and darkness.

"Abigail," Stefan opened the conversation. "I know that you and I haven't exactly been close." She had to still herself from having a chuckle. That was a massive understatement. "I hope that we can change that." His voice was measured. The lightness of it well leveled with just a hint of hope. She wondered when Stefan became such a good liar.

"What brought this interest on, Stefan?" She asked, allowing her curiosity to lay heavy on her tone. "I've lived in the same home as you for five years, and you've never once shown any inkling to want to know me. Why now?" She leveled a look his way, as he kept his eyes on the lane and the horses. She watched as his eyes hardened, he was thinking hard on her question. How was he going to answer.

"My father told me something today." He said, turning his head to look at her. His eyes, dark the day they'd met, looked almost green today. "He said that you and I are meant to be married." He stopped talking and allowed the silence to again stretch between them. Breaking their eye contact, he turned back to watch the lane and horses.

Abigail turned to face their progress as well. Marry Stefan? The brother she barely knew? Her heart felt like it stopped beating. She knew, from the time she was very young, that she'd be married one day. She also knew that she'd be a rich man's wife. But, marrying Stefan Salvatore? This was madness. Was this the darkness? The danger? Because deep down, she knew that Stefan Salvatore was in truth his father's son. And that meant that her life would mirror Lily's. She would live the same life. The same, unfulfilled, unhappy, life. She felt the first tear fall. And turned her head so he would never see another.

#the vampire diaries #original female character #damon salvatore x ofc #alternate universe #slow burn #eventual smut #eventual angst #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x ofc #the orginials

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mercybedwinsblog · 3 years

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character study..

well, I know that i don't have a fan base in here,yet I didn't publish any of my fics ( sorry for that ).Still,I want to share things with you..

I want to share my thoughts about a character or a series or something, share inspirations and point of views.

I am currently watching the walking dead, I really would like to tell you about what I think and my upcoming plans for fanfics. Let's say if you find any show or any character interesting come and share it with me, I am here to listen and talk. If you find my post, come and pay my account a visit. I know there is nothing much in here to find,but we can make this great and enjoyable together.

So, the plan is I am going to watch:

The walking dead ( currently on season 2 )

Breaking bad

I finished watching :

Luther

So, now I am waiting for you to share your thoughts with me and if you have a request it will be my pleasure to accept it ( as long as it is not smut )

With love,

Mercy

#the walking dead fanfiction #twd imagine #daryl dixon imagine #supernatural #the vampire diares imagine #dean winchester images #same winchester imagine #stephan salvatore #damon salvatore #breaking bad #the walking dead imagine #daryl dixon #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester x original female character

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mornixgstar18 · 3 years

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚.

➷𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

➹𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇

➷𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

➹𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

➷𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x oc #damon x oc #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries fanfiction #original female character #masterlist

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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The Originals Masterlist

Link to TVD Masterlist here *I had to made two separate masterlists, not sure why but I think it had to do with a link limit.

*I've never actually watched The Originals; but I sometimes base oneshots in New Orleans in my own sort of AU

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

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All Imagines - - All Oneshots - - All Headcanons - - General Tag

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Birthday Scenario Game (male and female characters)

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The Mikaelson's:

Headcanons: Being the youngest Mikaelson sister

Headcanons: Characters as Scents

Prank - Reader and Elijah prank his siblings

Reader is the youngest Mikaelson/Protective Siblings

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Elijah Mikaelson:

Gif Imagines:

Being in a relationship with Klaus but you fall for Elijah

Having a similar personality to Klaus and it drives Elijah crazy

Failing History and Elijah agrees to help you

Elijah gets you a kitten/puppy because he noticed you’ve been lonely

Elijah comforting you when you feel like you are too childish

Wearing a couples costume with Elijah

The way Elijah looks at you when you cuddle

Klaus & Rebekah catching you and Elijah in the act of PDA

Elijahs face when he sees you after thinking you were dead

The way Elijah kisses you

Walking around with a hickey without realizing

Elijah’s reaction when seeing you after a long time apart

Headcanons:

Being in a relationship with Elijah

The ways Elijah says ‘I love you’

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Let it Go (angst)

Prank (humor)

Sharing a bed/I could get use to waking up next to you (fluff)

You said my name in your sleep/You’re my soulmate? (cute/fluff)

You’re hot when your angry/are you jealous? (cute)

You’re a bloody idiot you know that?/You love me (humor)

Quit it or I’ll bite (humor)

Fake Date Jealousy/We would make a pretty good couple (cute)

Rock My DNA (NSFW; 18+ ONLY)

I think my fangs are coming loose (humor)

Fake Boyfriend (cute)

Reader is feeling blue/Elijah cheers them up (comfort)

Valentine (fluff)

Celebration (cute)

Sick Reader - Nurse Elijah (cute/comfort)

First Meeting; Christmas Party (cute)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Friends to Lovers (cute/comfort)

‘Hello Again’ (angst/reunion) *Part two coming soon

'A Christmas Kiss' (romantic/fluff)

Multi-Part Story:

Split Heart: (angst/romance)

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five (end)

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Klaus Mikaelson:

Gif Imagines:

Klaus finding your glasses and trying them on

Being in a relationship with Klaus but you fall for Elijah

Having a similar personality to Klaus and it drives Elijah crazy

Being an old friend of Klaus and seeing him for the first time in years

Neglected sister of Elena makes a deal with the devil

Klaus teaching you how to dance

Being sired to Klaus (Salvatore!Sibling)

Being Stefan and Damon’s sister and Klaus liking you

Klaus & Rebekah catching you and Elijah in the act of PDA

Headcanons:

Being Hopes twin sister/Relationship with your father Klaus

Klaus reacts to the reader getting hurt

Dating Klaus Mikaelson

Being plus-sized and dating Klaus

Being a teenager and being “baby sat” by Klaus

Being Henrick’s twin and your relationship with Klaus

First Meeting with Siblings + First Kiss (cute/fluff)

Spending Quarantine with your boyfriend Klaus

Being a Winchester and dating Klaus (Crossover AU)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Klaus Fic - Part One - Pipe the fuck down asshole (humor) Klaus Fic - Part Two - Final - Zero fucks given, next please (humor)

Why Me? (angst/romance)

Klaus teaches the reader how to dance (cute)

In a relationship and sired to Klaus (Salvatore!Reader)

Married to Klaus (Salvatore!Reader)

If your going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight (suggestive)

“I’m not the only one with blood on their hands”… (angst/humor)

'What the Hearts Wants' (gen/fluff)

'Never Second' (Klaus x Marie; contest winner) (ao3 link for fic as gn!reader y/n insert) - fluff/angst

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Rebekah Mikaelson:

Imagines:

Being a Falconer and showing Rebekah your Falcons

Being friends with Rebekah

Klaus & Rebekah catching you and Elijah in the act of PDA

Headcanons:

Dating Rebekah Mikaelson

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Kol Mikaelson:

Headcanons: Dating Kol Mikaelson

Imagine: Trying to help Kol with a problem

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Jealousy/I’m sorry, I can’t hear you… (humor)

I keep telling them we’re not dating… (humor/cute)

The reader tries to avenge Kols death (angst)

New Years Kiss (cute/romantic)

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Finn Mikaelson:

Headcanons: Dating Finn Mikaelson

#The Originals #The Mikaelsons #The Originals masterlist #masterlist #the mikaelsons x reader #the mikaelsons masterlist #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #finn mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #the originals x reader #the originals reader insert

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thelastcitysposts · 2 years

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Higher

Character: Damon Salvatore

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Friends to lovers, Human!Reader x Damon Salvatore, Fluff

Word Count: 1742

Requested?: NO

Summary: After a long day fighting a new supernatural issue, the Mikaelson’s Ball, Damon and his best friend Y/N head back to the Salvatore mansion to wind down. Leading to some feelings being discovered. (I was listening to Higher by Rihanna and got inspired to write this one)

Y/N’s body ached, not from pain or soreness but just pure stress. Tonight was the Mikaleson’s ball, the Original family had been reunited and brought to the town of Mystic Falls. The evening started off as it should, walking out of her house and making herself get into her dearest friend, and secret crush, Damon’s car.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, looking herself up and down. It felt a bit ironic to be wearing a fancy dress amongst all the chaos that ensued around her. In any other circumstance where Y/N should be wearing a beautiful dress and Damon coming to pick her up for a ball her stomach would be flying with butterflies. But instead, it was just the stress of having to help and deal with another Mystic Falls mission. Smoothing down the silk, simple black dress that wrapped around her figure she peered out the window to see Damon arriving in her car, hopping out and looking up to the window with his usual smirk. She couldn’t help the nervousness that creeped inside her as she saw him in his black tux. Creeping down the stairs of her home she lingered towards the door, flicking the knob to see Damon’s face staring right at her. He was absolutely mesmerized by how she looked. She always looked nice, but seeing her in this dress made his heart skip many beats. ‘You ready?’ he asked slowly, trying not to be distracted by the girl because of what they had to deal with tonight, as he reached at his arm for her. She nodded, ‘Let’s just get it over with’ she huffed, deflecting his arm waiting to help her into his car and wandered to the passenger door, hopping in.

The night started off how a ball should be, walking in besides Elena, Stefan and Damon into the ball, arms tightly wrapped around Damon’s forearm in nervousness. Damon, feeling this, allowed a small smile to appear on his once straight-lined lips. The night however, ended with Damon throwing Kol off a balcony after a collision of events with Elena and Esther Mikaelson, trying to kill the entirety of the Mikaelson family. And now, Stefan had run off in a self-loathing pit after the events of tonight with Elena following him close on his tail while Damon had grabbed Y/N to bring her back to the Salvatore Mansion.

Y/N hadn’t spoken a word since hopping into Damon’s car, fingers fiddling in her lap. Nothing bad particularly happened, but being a human and only just being aware about the supernatural world had made nights like these feel a bit more traumatising to her than the rest of the group. All Damon could do was focus on driving the girl back to a safety base. Watching her fingers shake in her lap made him upset. The second he had laid eyes on the girl he knew he felt something deep for her, but kept it to himself amongst all of the drama and trouble that seemed to follow him. Alongside the issues he had with the doppelgangers in his life. He instead decided to just keep her in his life as his best friend. Everything about her made his very cold and dead heart feel safe and warm again. While having these subconscious thoughts, he leaned over towards the girl's hands and grabbed one of her hands and held it in his own, keeping one hand on the wheel. Giving her a smile.

Feeling his rougher hand grab her own made her smile back at him, instantly killing all her nerves and making them crawl back down inside her. Lifting her head up to look back out of the window of the car, she watched the scenery of Mystic Falls pass by, noticing how close they were to the mansion. ‘You don’t have to take me to your house, I don’t mind going back home and not being a burden’ she whispered over to him. He shook his head, ‘What kind of friend would I be if I left you all nervous in your room’ he chuckled, even though mentioning the word friend made his heart crumple up and die. Hers alongside his. She only nodded, slightly loosening her grip on his hand as they arrived at the mansion. Damon got up out of the car after turning it off, speeding over thanks to his vampire abilities to the lady’s door and opening it for her. She smiled and lifted her legs out of her seat into the cold night breeze. Damon smiled at her as they walked into the house.

The fire still rumbled inside of the house since earlier in the day, giving a warm inviting feeling as Y/N immediately plopped herself onto one of the couches, taking in the feeling of comfort and letting out a rumbling sigh as the weight of today almost left her shoulders. Damon chuckled on hearing this, walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself and the woman a glass of bourbon each, gingerly handing it over to her. She smiled, not having any words to be able to speak right now and just wanting to sit in silence, taking a large sip of the beverage and feeling it burn down her throat. Damon walked over to the stereo he had next to the fireplace and started to play some music. Smiling to himself he conjured up an idea of a way to make the girl feel maybe a little bit better. He himself took a large gulp of his drink, placed it down on the table and walked over to the girl on the couch and reached his hand out for her.

Raising her head as she looked up to Damon’s blue mischievous eyes as he held his head out she chuckled. ‘I am not in the mood right now Damon’ she laughed lightly. ‘Oh come on, we went to a ball and you didn’t even get to dance.’ he huffed, putting his arm out further to her. ‘Let me dance with you, you look beautiful’ he announced without a thought, watching a light blush reach up the girl's cheeks. Y/N smiled lightly before flinging her head back, smiling, before reluctantly grabbing Damon’s hand. This caused Damon to smile, as Higher by Rihanna came onto the speakers. He brought the girl into the middle of the living room, placing her in front of him and wrapping his arm around her waist, holding his other hand around hers as he brought it to his chest. Y/N tried her best to hide her blush as it grew deeper, and darker. This was certainly not a way for the girl to hide her feelings for the man anymore. She held her hand close to her chest as the other made its way up hesitantly to his shoulder. Keeping her eye contact anywhere but his own piercing blue eyes. Afraid that her demeanor would give away her thoughts and feelings. Damon watched her and tried to grab her eye contact as he started to sway them both lightly back and forth to the song playing. ‘See, this isn’t so bad’ he sighed happily while grabbing the girl's waist closer to himself. Y/N chuckled, ‘No, it isn’t too bad’ she admitted and finally brought her eye contact back up to meet him. They were standing so unbelievably close. If she didn’t already have feelings for the man, she would definitely have some now. They maintained eye contact for a while, dancing lightly to the song. Damon could feel every feeling in his body right now, each feeling felt like it was trying to reach out to the girl and get her closer to him. His heart race started to beat faster and faster. He could hear that the girl's heart was too, thanks to his hearing.

“I will always protect you Y/N, don’t become too overwhelmed with everything that happens around us,'' he whispered to her, since his face was so close to hers. ‘I will try not to,’ she whispered back, not trusting her voice to continue speaking at this moment. He nodded lightly and the girl leaned her head on his chest as they continued swaying. Damon tightened his grip on the girl if he could anymore, looking up to the ceiling and feeling the girl’s body next to his. Just wanting to continue this feeling and never have it end. He knew he could tell the girl anything, but his feelings just might be the break and end of their relationship.

As the song was coming to an end, he felt his heart start to speed up, afraid that he might never get a chance like this again in the world that they live with. Grabbing her hand again softly, he spun the girl around further away from him. Y/N smiled lightly, letting her feet fling her away from him, looking towards his face, into his eyes as he brought her back closer, their lips only a millimeter apart from the other. ‘Damon’ she whispered, leaning her forehead on his. He sighed lightly, taking in her scent before leaning his own head against hers. He stared deep into her Y/E/C eyes. Swallowing lightly before saying ‘You look beautiful’ and enrapturing her lips in his own. This took Y/N by surprise slightly, but she immediately leaned in for more, wanting to connect their lips, and souls together. Their lips felt like they were meant for the others, sparks flying and gluing their lips closer together. She continued the kiss before having to pull away to catch her breath back again. Staring back into his eyes as she panted lightly. ‘Y/N’ Damon started to speak. Scared that he might’ve ruined what they had. ‘Do it again’ she mumbled before leaning her head closer to his, causing him to immediately capture his lips back with hers. Moving his hands away from hers and cupping her cheeks. This time he pulled away, ‘Now you know, you’re not actually just my friend’ he smirked. She laughed, ‘Now you know too’ she mumbled before reaching back to him and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him with more force, making Damon’s skin crawl with adoration for the girl and smile deeply into the kiss. This was one of the best ideas he ever had.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3, LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ADDED TO A TAG LIST

Please let me know what you think, and also I’m definitely going to write a part two to this one on what followed after the dance...

#the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #salvatore #damon x reader #stefansalvatore #tvd imagine #tvd #fanfic #masterlist #reader insert #female reader #reqs open #requests open

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spcncershybrid · 2 years

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movies and tv shows i write for

—this is an updated version of my old list of things i write for. meaning i have added shows and taken out some.

—i am in the middle of creating a masterlist and a taglist. even a lil emoji anon’s are welcome esp if you want to req often but don’t want your user shared.

—taglist’s are split between by overall and by fandom. just send in an ask or msg me [“i wanna be in so and so taglist.”]

—under cut is full list + req format.

—movies

harry potter

—harry potter

—ron weasley

—the twins

—draco malfoy

—tom riddle

—cedric diggory

—oliver wood

—neville longbottom

fbawtft

—newt scamander

—theseus scamander

—credence barebone

mcu

—bucky barnes

—peter parker

—steve rogers

—sam wilson

—matt murdock [even though he’s nmcu I’m adding him here.]

—foggy nelson

—any other character will be in a platonic way [reasoning is in a few posts back.]

eternals

[i know this is within the mcu category but for the sake of this list it’ll be separate.]

—druig

—ikaris

—dane whitman

—rest of characters platonic

x-men

—charles xavier

—erik lehnsherr

—alex summers

—hank mccoy

—tv shows

teen wolf

—liam dunbar

—stiles stilinski

—scott mccall

—theo raeken

criminal minds

—spencer reid

—derek morgan

tvd

—damon salvatore

—stefan salvatore

—kai parker

—jeremy gilbert

the originals

—elijah mikaelson

—kol mikaelson

—klaus mikaelson

—req style/ format + some other stuff

—throughout this blogs history i mainly have written fem!reader and mainly will keep it that way. [open to writing gn!reader though! just make sure to specify in request.] [my pronouns are she/her so i have more experience from a females perspective in writing.]

—also open to do requests based on songs. just include song and ship. and open to doing poly ships [only with characters i have under my lists + love triangles.]

—also this blog might become more nsfw [still undecided.] but i am still sticking to my stance on not writing smut i’ll only go as far as suggestive things.

—personally i think my writing has changed between my hiatus times so hopefully the quality of writing will be good.

—req formats

—always include the ship. this is an obvious given.

[ex. druig x reader.]

—plot of imagine. another obvious given. they don’t need to be overly detailed but just enough for me to come up with a full imagine.

[ex. fem!reader and bucky have fist fight and reader wins.]

[ex. gn!reader is an avenger and meets ikaris.]

[ex. reader x avengers platonic, they all go to beach.]

—others

—i wanna take this little section to appreciate anyone that sends in requests, likes, and reblogs any of my works. i genuinely appreciate it even though i don’t mention it often on this blog.

—i also have a wattpad account if anyone wants to read my works from there [-laminades is my account name.]

—if i remember anything else i’ll add it in the future.

—old list if for whatever reason you are interested.

#criminal minds imagine #harry potter imagine #eternals imagines #eternals x reader #teen wolf imagine #fbawtft x reader #fbawtft imagine #tvd x reader #tvd imagine #the originals imagine #the originals x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagine

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crazyk-imagine · 3 years

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Sacrifice - Original Ending

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female reader

Characters: Female reader, Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (mentioned)

Warnings: character death, complusion, angst

Word Count: 1,301

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'There is one way I could help Elena and protect everyone before they get themselves hurt. Should I? I mean it is risky and dangerous. But if I can save everyone then it'll be worth it even if I-’ Your thoughts were interrupted by Bonnie.

“We’re gonna go check on Elena, make sure she’s okay. Are you gonna be if I leave?”

You smiled, nodding, “Of course, I’ll be okay. You go make sure she's okay. She's gotta be freaked out by this whole thing." Bonnie nods. "I'll be fine, go check on Elena but don't forget to take care of yourself. You take care of everyone else even when it's not your job. Sometimes it's okay to be a little selfish and want to take a break to take care of yourself, don't forget that." You pushed yourself off the couch, hugging her.

Bonnie tightened her hold on you before letting go.

Once Bonnie went out of the door, you started to feel the insides of the couch, searching for the piece of paper you need. Realizing it wasn't where you put it, you removed the couch cushions to find... nothing.

Standing up, you rubbed your face in frustration. "Where did I put it?"

“Looking for this.” You looked up to see Damon waving the paper you needed.

You gasped.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” He stomped towards the table with the bourbon, pouring himself a glass, taking a sip.

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about? Please explain.” You said, putting the couch cushions back into the correct spot.

He walked behind the couch, taking a quick peek at his drink before throwing it at the wall. “You know exactly what I’m talking about! What makes you think this is okay?”

You pick up your bag, placing it on your shoulder, you head for the door.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Damon used his vampire speed to step in front of you.

“Get out of my way Damon.” You pushed him out of your way, grabbing the spell from his back pocket, placing it in your bag without him noticing.

He grabbed your arm; your bag fell off your shoulder. “No, you’re not gonna go out there so you can do your witchy woo and die. You’re staying here with me.”

You pulled your arm out of his grasp. "Why do you care so much about me right now? You barely bat an eye in my direction but now that you know what I'm about to do you're suddenly concerned. Why?"

"I care about you."

You scoff, "that's hard to believe."

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Oh, I don't know her name starts with an E and ends with an L, E, N, and an A. Now, what does that spell? Oh, yeah, Elena?"

"What does she have to do with this?"

"Everything seeing as her life is in danger again. Shouldn't you be more concerned with her life, since you're in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her."

"Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"I'm not. I don't love her, I love someone else!"

"Who?"

"You."

Your brows furrowed together, "I'm sorry, I think I misheard you, could you repeat that?"

His eyes softened when he took a step closer to you, cradling your head in his hands. "You. I'm in love with you. I'm not letting you go."

"You just had to make this harder." You whispered.

"What-"

Your vision blurred as tears pooled in your eyes, bringing your hand up, resting it on top of Damon's. You leaned in, staring him in the eyes, as you said, "I'm going to leave here. You're going to forget that we had this conversation. You're going to forget you love me, you think we're drinking buddies and that's it. The only person you love is Elena, you believe she's your one true love, your happy ending." You sobbed while grabbing your bag before speeding out of the house, going into the woods, near the Lockwood estate.

You opened your bag, pulling out the spell, and the other ingredients you need. Wiping your face, you set everything up, and began to do your work.

Bonnie and Elena were eating dinner talking about anything they could think of. Only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it," Elena told Bonnie when she pushed her chair back, walking out of the kitchen to open the door.

You started chanting.

Bonnie followed, she had a feeling something might happen and was worried about her friend.

"Oh my god." Elena gasped, slamming the door shut. "Bonnie! Run!" She yelled, running towards her friend, pushing her up the stairs.

The vampire kicked the door open, walking towards the two, he grabbed Elena’s ankle, pulling her down.

Elena lets go of Bonnie when she's pulled down. "Keep going Bonnie." Elena looks over her shoulder and kicks the vampire in his face before she pushes herself up the stairs.

Bonnie bent down, grabbing her arm, pulling her up.

After they made it to the top of the stairs Bonnie gave the vampire an aneurysm, giving the two enough time to back up, closer to Elena's room. Bonnie stopped to close the door.

You could see Elena tell Bonnie something but you couldn't hear what she said.

"I need to call Stefan." Elena said, grabbing her phone, dialing his number. She didn't get to talk to him because the vampire broke her bedroom door, grabbed Bonnie and slammed her head against the wall before he grabbed Elena.

The wind blew out the candles you were using, breaking your concentration, you disappeared.

"What do you want?" Elena asked.

"Do you really not get it?" The vampire tilted his head. "I want the Salvatore’s to hurt like they hurt me. I'm going to kill the girl they both love." He sped in front of her and bit into her neck.

She thrashed in his hold but with his supernatural abilities, he easily had the upper hand.

After relighting the candles, you returned to Elena's house. You watched as the vampire dropped Elena's body, staring at her, blood dripping down his chin.

He stared in disgust, shaking his head. You took a step forward causing the vampire to look up, "who are you?"

"No one that concerns you. Why did you do this?"

"I couldn't- I-"

"revenge."

"What?"

"You wanted revenge, right?" The vampire nodded.

You walked around Elena's body, standing in front of him, you placed your hand on his chest, "I'm going to help you."

"H-how?"

"I'm sorry," you shoved your hand through his chest, lightly squeezing his heart before pulling it out.

He fell, turning grey as his veins appeared.

You dropped his heart, turning around you studied Elena, her wound, having an inner debate with yourself. Shaking your head, you brought your arm up, your hand hovered over Elena's chest. Closing your eyes, you muttered another spell, shaking your head when you feel yourself losing your strength.

Bonnie groaned, holding her head, "what happened?" She turned to see Elena and you.

Turning you gave Bonnie a smile.

Bonnie's eyes widened when she saw the blood drop from your nose. She called out for you but you disappeared.

A phone ringing made Bonnie pause, she reached for Elena's phone, answering it, "hello."

"Bonnie? What're you-," Damon groaned like he was in pain.

"Damon? Damon?"

"No. No. No."

"Damon, what's wrong?"

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know."

"She- she was here but she-"

"she what?"

"I think she saved Elena." Bonnie whispered as she began to cry.

Elena woke up, gasping for air, reaching up she felt her neck.

You traded your life for hers.

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I'm reading the best Klaus Mikaelson x original female character fanfiction. The fic is Au and updated pretty regularly.

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Wicked Game (part 3)

Part One Part Two

"She's dead."

"Leave her alone, Damon—"

"She tried to kill me. She's dead," Damon repeats, tossing the shirt that is now effectively riddled with holes from wooden bullets off to the side such that it lands in an unkempt pool on the floor. He is hardly blind to the anger that flares to life now, seizing the metaphorical reins once the initial shock of the woman's attack begins to wear off.

He had only been looking to let off some steam. Her intentions had clearly been far different.

And there is nothing Damon Salvatore hates more than having his plans, diabolical or not, derailed…

"These are holes from wooden bullets, Stefan. She knows."

"She's Ric's sister."

"I don't care."

"You should care!" Stefan exclaims, frustration over his brother's perpetual inability to pretend he is even remotely human at odds with the knowledge that, after so many years, he really should not be expecting anything less, "Ric is your friend."

"Your point?"

"Well, I could be wrong, but I think he might have some objections to you using his sister as a meal."

"He'll live," Damon quips, the eye-roll that accompanies the statement doing little to provide Stefan with any sort of reassurance at all, "Besides, he didn't seem all that happy to see her—"

"Considering this is the second time he's found someone he loves with a vampire drinking their blood, I can't say I'm surprised."

"Maybe he should think about why two women he loves have done that. He might learn something, and then there's no reason for him to be upset."

The overly-forced enthusiasm in Damon's tone as he says the words would serve as enough of an indicator that his real mood trends in the opposite direction by a long shot, but it is the familiar flicker in his eyes that causes the most concern. It is a flicker Stefan has seen on numerous occasions before.

Victims reside on the other side of that flicker. Bodies that need to be disposed of. Lies that need to be told to keep their secret.

Desperate to avoid that particular outcome, Stefan eyes his brother warily. He takes note of how Damon is now donning a new shirt, tension readily apparent in every movement. He searches for something in Damon's demeanor that might indicate even a smidge of his apparent anger beginning to fade, but finds nothing.

Absolutely nothing at all.

"Have you ever considered the reason why you find such joy in provoking everyone like this?"

"Just a part of my charm, little brother."

"Charm isn't exactly the word I'd use—"

"And that would be because you don't know how to have any fun. You never have," Damon states, the smirk that pulls up at both corners of his mouth in response to Stefan's resigned sigh predictable, to say the least, "We've got forever, Stefan. Life'll get pretty boring if you never loosen up."

"Loosening up isn't the same as murdering for sport, Damon."

"Well there, we'll just have to disagree."

Knowing there is nothing he can do or say to change his brother's mind, Stefan does not bother with any attempt at a reply. Not immediately, his focus instead shifting to tracking Damon's movements to the far end of the room. Predictably, his brother is reaching for the liquor and a glass to pour it in, the familiarity of the sounds provoked by the act prompting yet another sigh…

Damon and alcohol is already a combination that can have the potential to be volatile. Add anger to the mix, and the chances of his needing to clean up the aftermath only grows. Exponentially.

Which is precisely the opposite of what Stefan wants.

"Ric will take care of it," He begins, already aware of Damon's answering scoff, though he refuses to allow it to discourage him from pressing on, "You don't need to get involved."

"Um, did you miss the part where I told you she tried to kill me? She's a threat. She needs to be dealt with."

"I'm not going to let you kill her."

"You're not going to have much of a choice, brother," Damon retorts, the words low enough to seem almost innocuous, even though they are clearly anything but, "Unless you plan on switching out feeding on bunnies for people."

Already anticipating the dig, Stefan does not react, his gaze still firmly fixed on his brother while his expression remains impassive. Neutral. Unperturbed, the act of not giving Damon the reaction he wants always possesses more of an impact than anything else he might attempt. It had always been that way, the reality only augmented after the two of them had turned. And it is a tactic Stefan relies on far more often than he sometimes cares to admit, his own expression holding a carefully schooled neutrality as he finally deigns to reply.

"More murders will only get the Council back on our trail, Damon."

"So we take care of a few more loose ends. Big deal."

"Last I checked, going out of your way to create those loose ends isn't exactly the ideal way to keep a low profile."

"Where's your spirit of adventure, Stefan? Did you leave it back in 1864?"

"I think you ended up with enough spirit of adventure for the both of us."

Damon's indelicate snort is something Stefan honestly should have seen coming, but rather than inspiring good humor, it only serves to increase his apprehension, instead. Where he may have been capable of listening to reason, at this stage in the game, he knows that Damon will be anything but. That his hatred of being caught off guard will always override a cooler head.

He is going to have to do something, if he wants to keep his brother from going off the rails. From killing Ric's sister just to prove a point. And regardless of the knowledge that he might not be able to do such a thing, given the very same self-imposed dietary limitations Damon mentioned mere moments ago, Stefan is poignantly aware of one thing.

Gus Saltzman is a dead woman walking if he does not at least make an effort to try.

…

Situated on her brother's rather worn down old sofa—one that once belonged to their father—Gus begins to wonder if something might be going wrong with her hearing.

That has to be it. It has to be, because the idea of there being any other possible explanation for how her brother seems to have dropped his guard when it comes to the matter of the man who killed Isobel is ludicrous, to say the very least. Even listening to the words as he says them, Gus cannot bring herself to believe that they might be true. And although she is more than a little reluctant to press any matter to the point where it comes between them, she also knows that she cannot allow this to stand.

She cannot allow the murder of her sister-in-law to go unchecked. Even if her brother is determined to do exactly that. Even if it puts the two of them at odds.

Even if it comes between them as nothing else has before.

"Are you actually hearing what I'm saying to you, or are you trying to get secrets out of that glass of bourbon, instead?" Ric questions, then, the amusement behind the words carrying a tentative quality to it that only serves to set Gus's teeth on edge, her gaze still lingering on the glass of as yet untouched bourbon in her hands while she replies.

"I'm hearing it."

"And you have nothing to say?"

"I have plenty of things to say."

"Then why aren't you saying them?"

"Maybe because I'm trying to find a way to do that without coming off as a total ass," Gus deadpans, already noticing the exaggerated look of surprise that takes over her brother's expression, and moving to head off any resultant commentary not long after, "Don't go there, Ric."

"Nah. It would've been too easy, anyway."

"Ha-ha. You're hilarious."

"And you are avoiding the subject," Ric persists, watching as Gus lifts her gaze to meet his, her own expression so impassive that he is beginning to wonder how he ever thought he had the ability to read her every thought locked down, "Just let me have it, Gus."

"I can't believe you."

"There's a surprise—"

"He killed her, and now you're his friend."

"I still don't know that I would necessarily call him that."

"What else would you call it, then?" His sister demands, the anger that simmers beneath the inquiry prompting Ric to frown, "Tell me what you would call what you're doing right now."

"Trying to stop my sister from becoming a serial killer?"

"Which, by definition, I could never be, since he's the only one I'm after, and I have more than one very good reason for taking this guy out."

"That isn't the point," Ric argues, taking note of how Gus opens her mouth to protest the claim, and holding out a hand to stall her in her tracks, "It's not. If you really think about it, I think you'll realize you already know it's true."

"I don't care."

"Gus—"

"I don't care," Gus repeats, replacing her untouched glass of bourbon on the coffee table nearby, so that her fingers can curl into fists that rest upon the fabric of her jeans instead. She can feel the tension lingering in her muscles, coiling and uncoiling in time to the uneven beating of her heart like some sort of serpent, preparing to strike. Like something that demands payment at any cost. It is something that calls her to action. That protests against this forced show of restraint.

She needs to be out there, completing her plan, not stuck inside her brother's apartment under house arrest, and yet the latter is precisely where she is, at least for the time-being…

And it is slowly beginning to drive her insane.

"We need Stefan and Damon, Gus. Both of them."

"That makes even less sense now than it did the first time you said it."

"We don't know exactly how many tomb vampires decided to stick around."

"And you think we can't handle them."

"Not on our own," Ric confirms, moving to perch on the arm of the sofa opposite where Gus still sits, tension readily apparent in every line of her frame, "Unless we want the town to become a five course meal, we need their help."

"I never said I was sticking around, Ric."

"You used 'we'."

"What?"

"We. You said you think we can't handle them."

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, Gus exhales in a shaky breath, the belated discovery of her slip-up giving her every reason to believe she has somehow traded off what should have been an easy victory for playing a losing game. She could kick herself for the mistake, particularly given the slightest gleam of satisfaction that she sees in her brother's eyes, because she knows he is already preparing to move in for the metaphorical kill. For the win he seems to want so fiercely it is practically tangible. But even that is not enough to completely dissuade her, at least for right now, her tone firm as she squares her shoulders, stiffens her spine, and prepares to reply.

"No. No, you do not get to use an accidental slip of the tongue against me like that," Gus protests, a slight flare of panic arising at the thought of actually being inclined to stay in this town her brother had decided to call home, "I'm not staying."

"Uh-huh."

"You've already taken away the one thing I came here for to begin with."

"Right."

"I'm leaving in the morning, Ric," The brunette warns, desperate for something—anything—that will give her enough reason to disappear from this apartment. To go off in search of Damon Salvatore, and finish things for good before she puts Mystic Falls in her rearview mirror on a more permanent basis.

A part of her, of course, still hates the idea of lying to Ric. Of keeping him in the dark. But then, Gus reminds herself that he is effectively doing the same by not bothering to communicate anything related to his own discoveries until she has shown up in the flesh…

Maybe that means he doesn't deserve the consideration she is trying to give, and that is what gives her enough of a push to proceed.

"I never came here with any intention to stay."

"You don't have to go off on your own—"

"What other choice do I have, Ric? You've made it pretty clear we're no longer on the same side."

It would be a lie to pretend she misses the flicker of something not all that far from hurt that passes across her brother's expression before being carefully schooled away. Gus would be a fool to behave as though bearing witness to such a thing doesn't cause her pain. But she cannot give in to sentimentality. Not now.

Not with the burning need to seek justice still streaking through her veins.

"Stay the night, at least," Ric requests, the dejection behind the words causing Gus's heart to twist inside her chest, "There's uh—there's one more thing that I think you'll want to know before you leave."

Gus hardly wants to acknowledge the bolt of dread that moves to the forefront of her mind in response to the words. In truth, she'd rather spend the remainder of the evening either in silence, nursing her bourbon, or at the very least, turning the topic of conversation to absolutely anything else. But something in the look her brother is sending her tells her that desire is going to go unmet, the realization causing her lips to thin before she finally summons the wherewithal to respond.

"What you think I want to know, and what I actually want to know are two different things more often than not."

"This is different."

"Sure it is."

"It is," Ric insists, the certainty that is so apparent in his tone giving Gus pause, whether she truly wants to acknowledge such a thing or not. She doesn't want to believe that there is anything that could change her mind. Doesn't want to think, even for a moment, that her brother might actually be right. That Damon Salvatore may not deserve to die.

Something in the way Ric looks at her, though, tells her that such suspicions are in fact correct. That her initial assumptions have been based on false information from the start.

And as soon as Gus hears his next words—when they have a moment to fully sink in—she catches herself wishing she had never given him the chance to speak at all.

"Damon didn't kill Isobel, Gus. He turned her. She wanted to become a vampire, and she—she got her wish."

Whatever she had been expecting him to say, it certainly hadn't been that.

…

One fitful night's sleep later—or rather, one night spent tossing and turning on her father's old couch before swearing to her brother that she would be on her best behavior, and then heading out for the largest cup of coffee she could find not long after he left for the school—and Gus soon finds that her mood since the previous evening has hardly improved.

And how could it? Her brother's words continue to run on a loop in her mind, no matter how fervently she might try to stop them in their tracks. She still cannot seem to piece them together. She cannot even begin to get them to make sense.

Her mind had spent so much time attempting to reconcile herself with the knowledge that Isobel was dead that Gus hardly had space to consider any other option. The last few conversations the two had shared certainly never offered any indication of an alternative choice at hand.

It simply didn't make any sense. The idea of her sister-in-law willingly turning herself into a vampire—into something that was no longer living—is about as ridiculous as expecting her brother to give up his teaching career without a second thought. But according to Ric, becoming a vampire was exactly what Isobel had done.

And that is something that Gus simply cannot begin to explain or understand, no matter how hard she might try.

Groaning in frustration, she drags the fingers of one hand through wind-tousled hair on instinct, a wince passing over her features as they catch on a few snags and snarls along the way. Another glance at where her cell phone rests on the tabletop nearby shows the time is 11:36. Sunlight beams down on the spot she selected, forcing her to squint.

Under normal circumstances, she would still be in bed, intent upon not budging until at least the midafternoon, but for Gus, circumstances had not been normal for what feels like a very long time. What feels like ages, really, even though a part of her knows the mental timeframe is nothing short of gross over exaggeration. A sigh escapes as she slumps back in the wrought-iron chair she occupies, and she spends a moment wondering if coming to Mystic Falls truly had been nothing more than a mistake…

A mistake that only becomes more apparent the very second her cell phone buzzes harshly against the metal table, while an incoming text scrolls its way across the screen.

Didn't think you'd be sticking around.

Blinking back surprise, Gus straightens in her seat, the cell phone falling back to the table with a muted clunk as she glances around at her surroundings, trying to find the source of the unexpected text. It takes a moment, given how her eyes still seem to be struggling to the brightness of the morning sun, but she succeeds.

While she had been distracted in her own thoughts—her own confusion—she clearly missed out on the fact that she is being watched. Something that should concern her, though right now it truly only makes her feel one thing.

Resignation.

Plans changed.

The response sent, Gus does what she can to be patient. To school her expression into something that hopefully exudes indifference, rather than the shock she still feels reverberating through her veins. After all, it isn't as though she shouldn't have seen this coming.

Whether or not she initially hoped to leave Mystic Falls as quickly as she had arrived, a meeting with the sender of the text that drew her out of her reverie had always been inevitable. Something that is only confirmed when the scraping of metal chair legs moving against cement echoes around Gus, and draws her attention firmly to the man sliding into the chair across the table.

"Gus."

"John," She acknowledges, regarding the man whose call dragged her to this town in the first place with what she hopes is a look that indicates absolutely nothing of the turmoil that seems all but determined to refrain from leaving her alone, "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"Happiness isn't exactly the word I would use."

"Ouch. Words wound."

"Something tells me you'll survive the injury," John says, his tone indicating a relative lack of amusement that has Gus on edge in seconds, "What happened?"

"I'd say that's pretty obvious, if you think about it for long enough—"

"You failed."

"I was interrupted. There's a difference."

Whatever appearance of nonchalance that she hopes to portray, it is abundantly clear that her newfound companion is hardly buying into the show, the realization causing Gus to tense even in spite of her desire to avoid showing any sort of outward reaction at all. After all, it isn't as though Johnathan Gilbert is the sort to offer her any sort of genuine concern in response. It is no secret that she's always known him to be a man solely focused on his own needs,rather than those of anyone else.

It never mattered to her, before, whether or not she had any emotional stake in whatever the two of them were involved in at the time, but something about this particular encounter feels different. And in spite of her best efforts, Gus is poignantly aware of how her teeth grind together as she waits on pins and needles for him to comment on her most recent remark. As she waits for the inherent judgment that is only too likely to come, and allows herself to wonder…

What in hell had drawn Isobel to John in the first place? What had drawn her own interest, as well?

Truthfully, Gus cannot even begin to fathom an answer to either question, leaving her to face the reality of not only her own turmoil over Ric's disclosures about Isobel, but the newfound complication seated across from her, as well.

Great.

"Interrupted by—" John trails, clearly expecting Gus to fill in the blanks, if the skeptically raised brow is anything to go by at all. Leaning back in his own chair, he watches her in a way that nearly sets her teeth on edge. In a way that almost seems to indicate he actually wants to make her squirm.

Knowing John as she does, Gus supposes that fact really shouldn't surprise her, but even that realization is not enough to lessen the sting she feels in response. It doesn't make her feel any less on edge. And even as she replies to his obvious attempt at gleaning more information, it does not make her failure any easier to take.

"My brother."

"Ric."

"The only one I've got."

"Very funny. I thought we had a deal—"

"We still do have that deal," Gus cuts in, silently cursing herself as soon as she hears the desperation laced behind the words, even though the idea of being turned aside, rather than permitted to continue on her chosen path fills her with dread, "I just need a chance to—"

"To what? The Salvatores already know you're here."

"I can still do this."

"From where I'm standing, everything I'm seeing right now seems to indicate that you can't."

"What, because Ric's here? That's—that's nothing."

"It already stopped you once before," John disagrees, clearly not at all swayed by the manner in which Gus seems to shift in her seat, or how her jaw tightens until he can see a muscle ticking along the side of her cheek, "What's to say it won't happen again?"

"I'm not going to let it happen again," Gus assures, her eyes narrowing as soon as she takes note of John's expression—of how it all but screams that he does not fully trust that her words can be believed, "I won't."

"We have reason to believe otherwise. And we need this problem dealt with sooner, rather than later."

"We?"

"The Council," John clarifies, Gus's stunned expression provoking a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. That twitch seems to indicate he is taking a fair degree of amusement from the reality of her realization that she is not privy to all of the information he has. That she is, effectively, still stumbling about, half-blind in the dark. Just like she had apparently been doing with Ric.

If Gus has any doubts about being baited—taunted—those doubts are now long gone. She knows, now, that her assumption on the matter reflects almost exactly what is going on.

She can feel her muscles tightening again. Tightening almost to the point of pain. And when John finally decides to put her out of her misery, the end-result only serves to intensify that pain until she can hardly sit still.

"You didn't think I'd go in on this alone, did you?"

"You aren't alone."

"And what I'm planning requires more of a sure-thing than just you."

Gus would be a liar to pretend the words do not sting. That she does not catch herself feeling at least somewhat discouraged, given the utter disregard for the circumstances surrounding her inability to take care of Damon Salvatore for good. A part of her wants to protest. To push for reconsideration, given her own determination to seek vengeance has hardly gone away. But the other part—the part that she can feel pulling back in response to how vulnerable John's criticisms make her feel—is all but tempted to remain silent, and the net result has her caught awkwardly between the exact same rock and hard place she is trying so diligently to avoid.

Yet another way she has failed…

"If you have this Council, then why do you even need me at all?" She inquires, the immediate instinct to lash out when cornered at direct odds with the fervent need to ensure she does not do or say anything to jeopardize her own goals, "Why bring me here at all if you have other people lining up to help, John?"

"Because I'm trying to keep this town safe. I'm trying to keep my family safe. That's the only thing that matters."

"Your family. You mean the one that doesn't want anything to do with you?"

Something in John's expression almost has Gus regretting her little quip—almost—her mind actually beginning to question her own motives when prompted solely by wounded ego and doubt. Given their own shared history, she is hardly blind to the fact that she and her companion are not all that different, when push comes to shove.

For a moment, she almost considers apologizing. Almost. But before she can decide whether or not she wants to fully commit to such a thing, or turn away, Gus finds herself pulled back to the present by John's next words.

Words she never once expected to hear, let alone believe to be true.

"The stakes are higher now," He declares, aware of Gus's arched brow, even as much as he can tell she is trying to keep from giving him any other sort of outward reaction at all, "The Salvatores are a threat to more than just the town."

"Who else have they threatened, John?"

When her companion does not immediately reply, it is all Gus can do not to emit a frustrated groan, impatience over learning the truth mingling with lingering bitterness at his callous dismissal of her own efforts to assist. Though she knows it is hardly wise, a part of her still wants to demand he give her answers. To insist that he allow her to handle Damon her way. But again, John catches her off guard by speaking before she can manage a single word, and this time it has the effect of rendering her totally and completely silent.

For the second time in less than a day, Gus is nearly bowled over by her own surprise at long-held secrets being revealed, the task of keeping her reactions to said secrets neutral rendered impossible when the reality of John's response fully sinks in.

"They're after my daughter, Gus. And I intend to get them out of her life for good, whatever it takes."

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Okay, so I didn’t actually think anyone would care what I had to say. I just saw a post that riled me up and I wrote that to let off some steam. That being said, to everyone who liked my post or just read it thank you from the bottom of my heart. Seriously it means so much to me that there are people who notice what I have to say. That being said, I want to do more of these cause I have a lot of opinions that aren’t widespread, and I’d like to start with a post gushing about a certain character that receives too much hate. However, seeing as this isn’t a rant out of agitation this might take a bit longer to get out. With that long introduction out of the way... Cami O’Connell!

As I said, Cami is my favorite female character in the whole of the tvdverse (Bonnie is a close second). The reason why I want to start with her instead of Bonnie or my favorite character (Marcel) is because while both were royally screwed with by the writers, there are plenty of fans online who sing their praises (as they deserve). However, when it comes to Cami the consensus online is either hatred or indifference by a vast majority of the fans (that being said there are still a good amount of people who do love her I’m not saying there aren’t, but they are in the minority). This is something I never quite understood, but I’m gonna try my best educated guess on it.

I suppose before I go any further, I have a confession to make. The way I watched both tvd and to was not a straight line. Several years ago, I decided to finally watch tvd and started with the first two season (which I really liked), then a youtuber dropped a video analyzing the pilot for to and the premise hooked me immediately so I started the first season and kept watching until finishing the third, then I decided to go back and watch tvd seasons three and four, then got bored so I switched back to finish to, and finally after a few months declared I wanted to finish what I started and slogged through the second half of tvd. Why is this relevant? Well I just wanted to inform y’all as this might’ve led to my different perspectives on many things in both shows, and it hopefully can somewhat explain my reasoning

Going back to Cami, why is she my favorite female? A multitude of reasons. Firstly, I love how different she is from other female characters we’ve seen. Characters like Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline are fun in their own right, with bubbly personalities and childish innocence. This makes sense because they’re teenagers! Even Elena’s angst comes off more like young naivety than a wayward soul. I’m not knocking this characterization, it makes sense that a show aimed at teenagers would have teenage girls as it’s main cast. Where am I going with this? Cami might be the most mature character we’ve seen in this universe that actually has a pretty big part in the cast. What I mean is that shows like this paint maturity on women as being motherly or a stick in the mud, but Cami is neither. She’s still fun and loose, but with an aura of restraint and intelligence that needs to be accumulated over time. She’s not even that old! My guesstimation puts her at 23 cause we know she’s graduated college with a degree in psychology and was already working at Rousseau’s in the pilot (you mean to tell me you don’t just get your dream job right out of college, you have to work some dead end jobs first? YA lied to me!). I don’t know how quite to describe it beyond that, Cami just feels like a real person to me, and that makes me invested in her life even more.

Secondly, is her personality beyond her intelligence. I love how empathetic and kind she is! In the span of three seasons, she had helped almost everyone in the show while never sticking her feet into the main drama. That’s another thing, she knows when something’s over her head and will step out when she can, when something is pushing her, she fights back. I love that despite how kind hearted she is, she’s not a pushover. If there’s something she doesn’t like, she will attest. She may be nice, but get on her bad side and her sass will cut you like a knife. Considering she’s only a human against these witches, vampires, and originals you would call this unrealistic, but it works because unlike most people on the show, she’s smart. I know I just said beyond her intelligence, but I just want to gush about how fun it is watching Cami get out of trouble on her own by using nothing but her brain (I just think it’s neat). Characters this complex are not usually reserved for women on the cw, which leads into my final reason.

I love how much agency Cami has throughout her run on the show! Like, her story isn’t stapled to Klaus, she does so much without him even being there. In tvd, I can’t think of a single storyline Elena had that wasn’t tied to one or both of the Salvatore brothers, Bonnie is constantly being abused by the writers, Caroline is forcibly impregnated, Hayley starts off with her own goals before being tied to Jackson and later Elijah, Davina also starts off with her own ambitions before also being shackled to her love interest to resurrecting Kol being her only storyline in season three. I’m sure there are more, but these are just ones off the top of my head. While this makes me wish she had her own storyline, I acknowledge she is a supporting character (which begs the question of why none of the women in the main cast get this luxury but I digress).

This has been very long, and we’re just getting to complaints. Unlike complaints about the ship, I have yet to find an argument about why Cami sucks that isn’t factually incorrect, so if you have one please share. The first complaint I hear is that Cami is a copy of Caroline (I’ll give y’all that have seen the show a second to stop laughing at the statement). I’ve already explained why Caroline and Cami are two very different characters (hint: one is bubble and energetic and one is calm and mature), I know they’re both blonde, nice, empathetic, and have names that start with c, but try paying attention to what you’re watching then maybe you’ll have a better grasp on it. Secondly is that Cami’s only purpose is being Klaus’ love interest. Like I stated, there’s a lot Cami does where Klaus isn’t even present, unless you’re saying everyone Cami has had a story with was a love interest (So Davina, Josh, Hayley, Elijah, Marcel cerca season two onward, Vincent, Lucien, that detective guy, and her uncle Kieran), in that case I think y’all are onto something with Cami being a Mary Sue cause she getting all the action (note the sarcasm)! That’s another thing, people say Cami’s a Mary Sue cause almost everyone loves her and she has basically no flaws. First of all, I don’t believe Mary Sue to be a character problem but a story problem, and above all an excuse to neuter powerful women lest they make fragile men uncomfortable. Second of all, we see Cami form these relationships in real time through her actions not by her existence. Third of all (not that she needs them to be a good character since other favs don’t), Cami has her stubbornness that eventually got her killed and the fact that strength wise she is the weakest character in the show by her being human.

Are you catching on to some of what I’m saying? Most of these complaints aren’t even true, yet it’s all we hear. My first inclination was to blame this hatred on klaroline shippers who were bitter that their ship could no longer sail, but then I saw posts of people who claimed not to ship them and still hated Cami because she was “just a love interest.” Which leads into the other problem with haters: the hypocrisy. Reasons people hate Cami are elements in other characters that these same people love. Never mind the fact that some of these complaints don’t even apply to her like the love interest thing. To use something that isn’t a lie, people will hate on Cami for sleeping with Marcel in season one when Marcel is Klaus’ son, meanwhile y’all seem to forget Elena not only dated but cheated on Stefan with Damon in the finale of tvd season two (spoiler: she kissed him on his deathbed while her boyfriend and his brother was searching for a way to save him, which doesn’t even go into all their kisses in season three) and furthermore shipping Marcel with Rebekah who would be his aunt (I know some people who ship them acknowledge this but damn). I also know these people jumped at the chance to attack Cami for stealing the white oak stake in season three and ignoring what she was going through meanwhile will wave past everything Elena, Damon, and Caroline did when they had their humanity turned off as “they were going through a lot” (disclaimer: no hate to either of those girls, they were understandably in much pain, just wanna expose the hypocrisy). This all made me reevaluate the reasoning as more than just shippers being bitter, this seemed much more malicious to just be that.

After a lot of thought, my only conclusion I can come to is sexism. Cami is a very different female character than what we’re used to, she’s strong willed, opinionated, smarter than the men, and more mature. I guess fans weren’t ready for a character like that so assumed it was bad or just wrote her off as too different, but that’s giving the benefit of the doubt. To be honest, I still don’t know why she was so hated and continues to be ignored by fans, but maybe it’s time we start asking that question. It’s time we appreciate characters like this so maybe we can have more of them on the cw. It’s time to give Camille O’Connell and Leah Pipes the respect they deserve!

(P.S - Can someone far more talented than me please put out some Cami x reader content? I’m starved of my girl and Leah is too pretty for my gay brain to function!)

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